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lucy4242564 · 6 months ago

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.cowboy like me.

Chapter 1.

~oh damn, never seen that color blue~

~forever is the sweetest con~

Lilah Cabot was excited to spend the summer in Georgia with her best friend before she started college in the fall. Becoming familiar with a new area before it became a semi-permanent home.

In any other circumstance she would’ve never paid a second glance at him. Meeting a man that undeniably read her better than she read herself was nothing she was expecting though. Then again..

~takes one to know one~

How Lilah found herself circling around a trailer park in Georgia was beyond her, but here she was. Riding shotgun next to her best friend Brittany as she tried reading faded numbers on mailboxes.

“I do!” Brittany defended. “Kind of.” She grumbled out.

They had been looking for her boyfriend’s new place. Lilah was half tempted to ask someone for help, but the new environment made her a little too uneasy to be talking to strangers.

The car halted abruptly and Lilah had never been so thankful for a seat belt before.

“Jesus Christ!” Brittany yelled, slamming her palm on the horn. A lanky man tumbled over in laughter on the hood of the Sonata. “Fucking dick!” She yelled again and backed up harshly, causing the man to trip onto the pavement.

“Please tell me you know him.” Lilah stated in disbelief.

“That’s fucking Paul.” The brunette driver bit out and pulled into the grassy area in front of the trailer.

Following lead, Lilah unbuckled her seat belt and opened the car door. At least they made it to their destination. She noticed immediately that there were four other vehicles parked around them. Three trucks and another car.

There was nothing wrong with parties, but Lilah was in new territory. The only person she knew in the entire state was grabbing her purse from the backseat. That, and if she was being completely honest with herself, this trailer park looked dingy. Not the kind of place she’d hang around regularly.

“Was wonderin’ how many more times you were gonna pass it up.” The guy, Paul, laughed while approaching the two girls.

He was tall and skinny. Dark brown hair that had grown out from being a ‘clean cut’, and she couldn’t tell if it was oily or just the Georgia heat making it glisten in the sun. Brittany’s pace quickened, throwing her arms up she softly shoved him. “Jackass.” She shot before spinning around and flashing a smile in Lilah’s direction.

They fit together — Brittany and Paul. Lilah knew Paul was a few years older, but he had a childish charm that radiated off of him. It matched Brittany. Whether it was generic niceties or seeing her best friend glowing next to the man, Lilah wasn’t sure, but she smiled at them brightly. “Yer Lilah!” Paul acknowledged, his tone almost giddy. “Brit’s told me all about you. Ever since y’all started talkin’ about spending the summer with’er she ain’t shut up.”

Lilah couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at his heavy accent. She’d heard southern accents before, but never so loud and direct.

“I’ve been excited! We haven’t had a real sleep over since before I moved here.” Brittany rolled her eyes and started walking towards the trailer. “I didn’t know you invited everybody over. We could’ve came sooner.” She directed to her boyfriend.

Chewing the inside of her lip, Lilah followed them up the stairs and through the aluminum door. She began scanning the room.

She immediately clocked two men sitting on a couch, directly in front of her. To their right was a couple on a love seat. The group had been paying attention to a boxy television on the floor, but looked up at the intrusion. Not necessarily trying to be noticed right away, Lilah made a point not to make eye contact and continued surveying. It was an open concept and she could see directly in the kitchen where another girl stood in front of the sink. After taking in each person, the bottles of beer caught her eye. Along with the heavy smell of smoke.

“Hey! I brought that bathing suit I told you about. It’s in Paul’s room.” The girl from the loveseat said, smiling towards Brittany and catching Lilah’s attention. Her hair was a honey brown color, and despite it being scrunched, still had a lot of length to it. She had a dazzling smile and her tone was so vibrant, it instantly made Lilah’s nerves relax. She loved girls like her. Ones that effortlessly made her feel safe. The man beside her was bigger than Paul, only by a little though. He had a barely their mustache and curly blonde hair. Nothing stood out.

“Ahh! I forgot about that, thank you!” Brittany responded, in her typical bright voice. She stepped forward and her hand reached back to grab Lilah’s, pulling her forward. An awkward smile played on the new girl’s lips now that she was the center of attention. “Lilah, this is Amy and Matt.” She pointed towards the couple on the loveseat. Moving on to the couch her finger directed at the two men sitting there. “That’s Kenny and Miles.” Not directing which is which. “Then Lauren is in the kitchen. She’s our age.” Brittany finished.

“You say that like we’re thirty years older than you.” One of the guys on the couch said. A hat covered his head, but Lilah could tell he didn’t have much hair.

He didn’t seem that much older. Paul actually seemed to be the oldest in the room, but she knew he was only 28. “Five years is still older.” Brittany teased in a sing-song voice.

“Be right back.” Paul muttered, nudging past us and walking through a door connected to the living room.

Five others. Not too many.

Lilah couldn’t do anything but follow her friend around like a lost puppy dog. She hated it. Before today, she’d been having the time of her life. Finally linking back up with her best friend, exploring, shopping, but the homesickness was starting to set in. Being surrounded by unknown faces in an unknown place is the easiest way to become lonely.

She vaguely listened to the conversation happening in front of her. Something about an argument that Brittany had missed out on due to being busy with her other friend. Busy with Lilah. After that she zoned out and began scanning over the room again, not wanting to think too much on being a problem.

She remembered that Brittany had said Paul had just moved in. The overwhelming scent of pinesol confirmed it. It was the cleanest, dirty, home she think she’d ever been in. The walls were yellowed, clearly due to smoking inside and the only thing adorning them were dirt marks in random places. The carpet in the living room was the ugliest color green she could think of. There were a few stains on it as well.

Despite the worn look of the trailer, It had character and she appreciated it.

The creaking of a door brought her out of her daze, but the man that stepped out made her pay attention. He wasn’t particularly tall, nor was there anything overtly significant about his appearance. Blood was just gushing out of his forehead and leaking down his face.

“Jesus fuck, what did Paul do to you!” Brittany’s mouth gaped open and she walked over to the man that was coming from the door attached to the living room.

“Dropped a fuckin’ fan on me!” The man said, not quite in a yell but with bite. Behind him came Paul with wide eyes.

She’d miscalculated. Six people. One too many.

The man brushed past Brittany and into the kitchen, right to the sink. Lilah tried eyeing the man’s forehead from where she was, but failed miserably. His back was to her and profanities spewed from his mouth as he rinsed the wound with water.

She began to fidget, waiting for him to turn around. After being in the field, it was a little sick how interested she got into other peoples injuries.

The water was turned off with one hand while the other reached for a paper towel. She watched as he rubbed it along his face before turning around and tossing it in the trash. After scanning the wound, her face twisted in confusion.

Was he just going to leave it like that?

“That fan ain’t goin on that ceiling. It’s too heavy, gonna mess it up.” The man stated casually as if he didn’t have an open gash on his face.

Lilah was a people person, but never went out of her way to talk to strangers. At least until now. “Hey, I have a med kit in the car. I can clean that up.” She said, catching the room’s attention. This is exactly why she shouldn’t talk to strangers.

The man turned back and made eye contact with her.

Had she ever seen that color blue before?

A short pause before.

“Nah. I’m alright.”

That was the first exchange she had with him and it left her feeling stupid.

“I can clean that up?!” Lilah mocked herself on the ride home.

They’d spent a few hours at the trailer and she was so excited to be alone with her friend again.

“At least he responded to you!” Her friend shouted back with a laugh. “He is a man of very few words.”

“I am so done.” She rolled her eyes and sunk into the seat as much as she could.

That is exactly why she was also a man of few words. She’d embarrassed herself and was really missing her own bed right now.

Chapter 2.

#ao3 #daryl dixon #twd daryl #fanfic #pre-apocalyptic #2004 vibes #minor age gap #like it ain’t super creepy or anything #she’s just early twenties #he’s like 30 #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x original character #daryl dixon x original female character #the walking dead #young!daryl dixon

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stansaaa · 1 year ago

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another ship rant into the void but people on tiktok are so annoying about daryl & beth shippers. like if it’s not your thing, that’s totally fine but again, i feel like it’s never deep enough to be like “y’all are weirdos for thinking there was anything romantic between them” when i’m like 90% sure that they canonically both had more-than-platonic feelings for each other, they just weren’t given enough time to process what they actually meant. i have a feeling that if the writers decided not to kill her off (like they should’ve), they would’ve at least tried to explore their relationship in that way. like mind you, this is the same show with rosita & abraham, and their age gap is practically a decade more than daryl & beth’s. and i get it, rosita’s brain was probably fully developed when she met abraham lol, and beth was 16 when daryl met her and 18/19 after the prison, but i feel like the context of the end of the world really matters here. there are no real power dynamics anymore, they’ve all been through every circle of hell so i kinda just feel like age differences matter less in that world? obviously i’m not advocating for 18/19 year old girls to get with much older men irl, been there done that and it’s not all it’s cracked up to be believe me, but this is fiction and i do believe in separating the two for the most part. the actress who plays beth was also much older when she did those scenes with daryl, so it doesn’t feel so weird to me to read romantic chemistry there. anyway, no i don’t have a love life of my own currently and yes, i have too much time on my hands so i think i should probably just take my own advice and realize that it is indeed not that deep on either side <3

#also i have to remember that tiktok is full of teenagers who love to play moral police #I’m biased bc of my age gap interests but i guess watching their scenes back I’m like??#i don’t think it’s that crazy to see the romantic potential there is all #the walking dead #daryl x beth #bethyl #daryl dixon #beth greene

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marvelstarwarshero · 1 year ago

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COME ON EVEN RICK KNEW!!!!!! I'm sorry, but you don't say that about someone losing a person they had platonic feelings about and NOT say that to all the other people who loved her platonically as well. Otherwise where was your conversation with Maggie, Richard???

He was tough… He was. …So was she…She didn’t know it, but she was.

#bethyl #daryl dixon #beth greene #rick grimes #it's true love #rick was so real for this #so true bestie #all the haters can fuck off she was like 19-20 #yes an age gap but first of all very legal in the old world & second of all it's the apocalypse as long as theyre both happy why do you care #the walking dead #once again i am back on my bullshit

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lunajay33 · 3 days ago

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Suppose to be You Part.2

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Summary: You’re Shane’s girlfriend but when the apocalypse hits you find him changing and find yourself leaning more towards the only person who gives you the time of day, also you’re Rick’s younger sister

Pairing: Shane x f!reader, Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Warning: Shane’s a cheater obvi, harsh words, Merle

Part.1

•Masterlist•

It’s been a week since I moved into a tent at Daryl’s small camp site, he’d usually keep me company when he was hunting and just in case Shane came around, but when he had to go hunting I always got so nervous, Shane wasn’t the same anymore and without Daryl around I don’t know what he’ll try to pull with me

Daryl left me with one of his hunting knives this morning before he left hoping for a deer, some of the others had already left for a scavenging trip into the city so only a few of us were left to deal with the camps duties, I decided to head down to the quarry and clean some of mine and Daryl’s clothes, even though he groaned about it not being a big deal I know he needs these sleeveless shirts clean

Peacefully I got to work when I heard the rocks behind me crunch under heavy footsteps

“Now a pretty lil lady like you shouldn’t be out here all alone” I turned around quickly recognizing the voice is that sick man, Ed

“Do you need something Ed” I spat out with malice

“Just here for the show” I sighed with disgust as I gathered mine and Daryl’s clean clothes and threw them in a basket, hoping to avoid a scene and head back to the camp, I try to walk past him when he grabs my arm

I’m really sick of men thinking they can just grab me, shook out of his grip and pushed him back

“You think you’re better than me bitch” he yelled before smacking me hard across the cheek

I fall to the ground holding my sore cheek, breaking my fall on the basket

“You better watch yourself” he flicked his cigarette to the ground and walked off

How safe was this camp really? I feel like I’d be safer out alone against the walkers than the men here, atleast I know what I’m getting with the walkers

I try to get myself together again, I suck in a deep breath as I feel the burning in my face, I pick up the basket and head back up to the camp with my head hung low, even though no one saw I’m completely embarrassed, did I have a sign hanging over me or something that put a target on me?

I quickly went back to my tent and stayed in there for the rest of the day, folding the laundry and reading a book I had packed, just praying Daryl was making it back early today

The sun was getting lower in the sky when I hear a car siren broke me out of my thoughts, I left my tent seeing a red sports car pull up and everyone is freaking out

“The hell is going on around here?” I hear from beside me, that southern accent that always made me feel safe, I turn throwing my arms around him

“Oh thank god you’re back”

“Did somethin happen?” He asks his brows furrowed as he pulls me back to check me over, his eyes landing on the blooming bruise that’s forming on the left side of my face

“Who did this to ya?” He growls gentle tracing his thumb over my cheek

I don’t know what it was about him but I felt so safe and vulnerable with him, feeling my bottom lip tremble I look down before he leads me to look back up at him, his eyes asking me again

“It was…..” I was cut of when everyone was making a ruckus again

“Come on out helicopter boy” I took Daryl’s hand and ran over to see the commotion

My heart stops seeing who I never thought I’d see again, I drop Daryl hand and run as fast as my feet can take me crashing into Rick, my brother, his arms tight around me as we both cry

“How is this possible, Shane said you were dead” that bastard lied

“I found you” he sighed before Carl came running over screaming for his dead, I stepped aside letting them have their moment, looking over at Shane seeing him in shook, just seeing him makes my blood boil, I stomp my way over pushing his chest

“YOU LIED, WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME” I scream seeing the shook fade into that rage he’s had lately

“This ain’t the time” he groaned as I felt two arms wrap around me and lead me away from the group

“He lied” I whisper as we sit down on the logs around our camp fire

“Ya wait here, relax a bit, this is a lot ta take in, even though Shane’s an ass”

•

After everything settled and the group that came back from the city started talking it caught our attention

“Wait a damn minute where the hell is Merle” Daryl groaned as he started looking around, with me not far behind

“Your brother was a danger to us all, we had to do what he had to do” Rick stepped up always trying to take the blame

“He alive?” I can hear the emotion in his voice

“I locked the door to the roof, no walkers should get through it” t dog said

“Just tell me where he is, I’m gonna get him my self”

“Wait you can’t go by yourself Daryl” I stop him with a hand to his chest

“Rick will go won’t you Rick” Lori glared, she really drives me insane, acting like Rick trying to help would be a crime as if she isn’t hooking up with her husbands best friend

“Yes I will, we’ll get a group I won’t let a man die” they all started getting ready to go back to the city, Daryl at our tents getting together his cross bow and arrows

“Daryl please don’t leave me again, I’m not safe here alone, maybe I can come with you” he stops in his tracks and looks at me with this expression that was torn between staying and going

“I ain’t risking ya out there, I’ll come back ta ya”

I step closer

“But what if Ed or Shane come after me again”

“So it was Ed……listen I’ll deal with them when I come back, maybe stay with ol grandpa in the trailer…..I’ll come back ta ya peach, I promise” I take a deep breath nodding knowing he wouldn’t lie to me

“Please be safe” he nodded before he left to the van, starting to get everyone to go, I like how he was a redneck hot head with everyone else but how he was so gentle with me

The little group including my brother I just got back we’re gone driving off down the dirt road

I sit next to some of the other ladies that were gathering around a fire that just got started, just needing girl talk or something to get my mind off of everything, Ed hitting me, Shane just being Shane, and now my brother is back and my feelings for Daryl are growing everyday, it’s just a lot

“Honey what happened to your face looks like you fell and landed right on a rock” Jackie asks as she hands me a bottle of water

“Oh umm…it’s nothing just ran into a tree” the lie bothered me, why am I lying, it’s definitely not to protect that son of a bitch Ed

“Was it that Dixon, they’ve been nothing but trouble since day one” Lori intervened with a scowl

“NO…….daryl would never touch me, do you know how screwed you’d all be for food if he wasn’t always out hunting for this group that only sees him as a low life?” Nobody spoke after that until the others still left around the group came and circled the fire as the sun dissapeared under the horizon, Shane came and sat down next to Lori as usual and I just couldn’t handle it so I got up and left back to my own camp site and lighting my own fire

It was a nice distraction just to watch the fire and just not to think about anything that’s been going on, I can’t think about the two men that are important to me right now are out there risking their lives

As I hear the distant chatter of the group I hear a blood curdling scream followed by another until all I can hear anymore is panic and mayhem

I run back over seeing people down being ripped apart by walkers, others sticking close together, and the few left trying to protect to group, I go to grab my knife when a weight is pushed down on me and I know by the snapping of the jaws it’s a walker, I manage to turn quickly and try and hold it back, it’s rotting flesh invading my senses, my hand slips and it tackles me to the ground, I can’t help but cry out and beg for someone to help me

It’s jaws mere inches from me, so close to biting my skin until it goes limp and I see an arrow through its head before it’s pulled and thrown away from me, Daryl standing over me like a knight in shining armour, he leans down and pulls me up into his comforting arms, holding me close

“I told ya I’d come back” he whispered as he held my waist tighter

“Please don’t leave me again” I cried into his shoulder

“I ain’t going no where peach, seein ya like that…..I never wanna see again”

•

Do you guys want a part 3?

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barleyo · 6 months ago

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Hiiii I just read your Daryl fox and omfg I’m frothing at the mouth. HOLY HELL. Anyway I was wondering if you could write another age gap Daryl fic. Maybe this time younger reader has a (very obvious) crush on Dixon. He likes to tease reader and make her blush/ flustered…maybe it eventually leads to some really degrading sex. SORRY I’m so thirsty for this man

Not So Secret.

Modern! Neighbor! Daryl Dixon X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: please don't apologize for being thirsty for him, because if you're thirsty then i'm downright DEHYDRATED for him :'3 i'm so in love with him!!! like!!! nasty yucky old man!!! who fucks so good and loves younger girls!!! need him fr!! this isn't super plot heavy, sorry for that! hope you like it @dilfismz <3

Tags: age gap (18-19 ish and mid-forties), dub-con, a bit of degradation, public sex, slight name calling, p in v, fingering, overstim

Wordcount: 1k

You must have thought you were so sneaky. That, or you must have thought Daryl was blind. He would have to be to not notice how you stared at him. How you were always conveniently outside in your yard when he was leaving for work was not lost on him. He knew exactly what you were doing when you left your bedroom curtains wide open when you got changed.

It was cute, in a way, but it also pissed him off a little that you were brave enough to do all of that, but not enough to talk to him. You were such a skittish little thing, such a tease.

His breaking point came when you decided to leave your windows and curtains open one night, giving him the opportunity to listen to your moans when you slipped your hands under your panties and played with yourself. He took it upon himself to approach you about your little schemes, ready to get you out of that shell of yours.

The next day was one of the rare ones where he got home from work at the same time that you came home from classes at the local college. Daryl shifted off of his motorcycle once he parked, leaning against it while he waited for you to get out of your car. Once you did, he crossed over the invisible like that separated the two front yards, clearing his throat to get your attention.

Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of him. "You're off early, Mr. Dixon," you noted, scanning over his well-worn clothes, stains from dirt, oil, and who knows what else marked over them. He may have looked grimy to others, but to you, he looked his best after work.

"Daryl," he corrected, "and yeah, didn't have much to do today. Actually, I need to talk to you." He pocketed his hands, eyes lazily trailing over your body.

"Oh? About what?" You shifted on your feet, feeling warm at the feeling of his prying gaze.

"Do you think I'm fuckin' stupid?" His tone wasn't rough or aggressive, simply questioning.

You were taken aback, unsure of what to say. "What?"

"Do you think that I can't tell you're trying to drive me crazy on purpose? I might be old, but I'm not blind, girl."

"D—doing what? I don't mean to," you said, knowing that's exactly what you were trying to do.

"Don't play dumb," he warned, stepping into your yard and leaning his face close to yours. "One look at you tells me y'know what you're doing. Shame on you, leading a guy on 'n lying right in his face." His handed ghosted one of your hips, just barely passing over it. "Little tease," he said with a scoff, seeing your face twist in embarrassment.

"I'm not!" You leaned into his touch, urging him to keep his hand anchored on your hip. "I'm just— just nervous, you know?"

"I make you nervous?" Daryl's hands continued to travel your body, landing on your ass to pull you closer to him. "Good. That'll make this more fun."

The hot metal of your car's hood stung your back slightly, but the sting was overpowered by the feeling of finger's curling into you. It made up for the hot discomfort. The humiliation that came with being fucked in public, however, was hard for you to get over. Daryl's other hand was used to cover your mouth, muffling your whines.

"You must want to get caught," he said, eyebrows knitted together. "You're so damn loud, the whole neighborhood could hear you if I moved my hand."

Daryl scissored your hole open further, spreading his fingers that fit comfortably inside. He was nice enough to prep you, but cruel enough to overstimulate you. You had already creamed around his fingers twice, just for the power trip it gave him. Evil bastard.

He could feel you start to squeeze around his fingers again, but this time he pulled them out, stealing your orgasm away from you. His satisfied smirk taunted you.

"Why did you stop?" you asked once he finally moved his hand from your mouth. "I was almost there, so close!"

"Wow, do you really need to cum again?" Daryl undid his belt buckle, chuckling dryly. "You're a needy thing. Like a damn whore, jus' wanting more 'n more from me."

He pinched your clit softly, wanting to hear you squeak again.

"You're so mean," you whined, shutting your legs together to stop him from pinching your sensitive bud again.

Daryl let his eyes roll at your dramatics, pulling you to the edge of the car's hood by your hips. He grunted and pushed his length into you roughly, stretching out your walls. You bit back a moan, not wanting to alert anyone to what was happening. When you felt his cock finally enter all the way in, knocking against your sore g-spot, you leaned your head back on the car's windshield for stability.

He was ruthless with his pace, he was far too pent up to take it slow with you.

"Been waitin' so long for this," he grunted through clenched teeth. "Missed having pussy like this."

He gripped his hands into your hips, fingers digging into them while he pulled you back and forth by them, slamming into you harshly. Slick coated the insides of your thighs and dripped onto the hood of your car every time he pulled out, slowly leaking out of you like a faucet.

"You were jus' what I needed, a sweet, stupid little doll," he said, sharply inhaling.

You clamped tightly over him for a final time, sucking him in deeper than he was used to. The flutter of your cunt sent Daryl over the edge, milking him for all he was worth.

He pulled out, running his eyes over how swollen and full he had left you. A small prideful feeling lit in his chest. He still had it in him, fucking was still his specialty.

"Wait, where are you going?" you huffed, seeing him tuck his dick back into his pants. Before you could protest any further, you felt him pull you up and drag you by the hand.

"I'm not done with you, girl. It's getting too dark out to see. My house or yours?"

#barleyxnighteye #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x reader #twd daryl #twd daryl dixon #x reader #the walking dead #tw age gap #twd x reader #daryl dixon #dub con #tw dubcon

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uurdarlingg · 9 months ago

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moodboard dbf!daryl dixon x reader

found these on pinterest thought they were cute

#dbf #daryl dixon #twd #daryldixonxreader #dbf! daryl dixon x reader #moodboard #the walking dead #post apocalypse #aesthetic #cw age gap

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nikkisheep · 6 months ago

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Pretty Like That

Daryl Dixon x female!reader

Warnings: age gap (Daryl is in his 40s and reader is in her 20s), sexual tension, SMUT, oral (f), fingering, overstimulaton, thigh riding, unprotected sex, degradation (use of slut, whore), hair pulling, kissing, Daryl whimpers, insecure Daryl about his scars, slightly perv Daryl (he watches reader change)

Summary: After spending a supply run together, the sexual tension between you and a certain archer becomes almost too much and threatens to overcome the both of you.

Song Rec while reading:

wRoNg: ZAYN

Worship: Ari Abdul

Shameless: Camila Cabello

Daryl Dixon was known to have a short temper, and an even shorter patience tolerance. When Michonne and Gabriel sent him on a supply run with none other than you, he knew that he would have to keep his cool or he will lose his mind and he can't risk that. He thought that if he just ignored the way his breath hitched in his throat when your breasts bounce in your black tank top with every step you take to his motorcycle.

"Hiya, Daryl!" You call as you sling your bow and arrow over your shoulder before making yourself comfortable on his bike.

He just grunts in return before kicking the kickstand up and taking off. Your hands wrap around his torso and he takes a deep breath as he reminds himself that he needs to breathe through his nose or he is gonna pass out.

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You hummed to yourself as you walked through the store in a small run down town. It was a clothing store, or well was once before the world ended. Clothes were hanging on the racks and then you saw the underwear section. It was perfect. You needed new panties and you knew that some of the other ladies at Alexandria would enjoy new pairs. You went to the shelves and started packing as many as you could before turning to Daryl when you found some see through lace panties.

"Hey, Daryl?" You ask quietly.

"What? Ya good?" He asked, small panic rushing into his brain. Hopefully you didn't hurt yourself. He had only left you in that section of the store for maybe five minutes.

"Do you think these would make my butt look good?" You ask with a serious face while holding up the undergarments.

"For fuck's sake!" He groaned as he turns away. "Don't ask stupid shit like that." He takes a moment before turning back around and replied, "Yes they would make your butt look good."

You turned away from him with a smile. You grabbed a couple more like that pair in your size and threw them into your pack. After searching a couple more store, you and Daryl started back into the woods and went tracking for something to eat. Night fell upon the two of you before you knew it and you looked for a place to set up camp in a small house just a few miles from the town.

Checking to see if there were any walkers, you and Daryl made your way into the semi-decent house. It was no where near perfect but it would be good for the night before you leave for the next town in the morning.

Daryl came into the house with some firewood and threw it into the fireplace. You looked around the house for lanterns to have light and lit some matches inside of them. Once the house had some light, it dawned on you that it was just you and Daryl in this house. The fireplace sent a yellowish orange lighting onto Daryl and his blue eyes shone in contrast to the lighting. You stood at the stove and was heating up some beans and bread that you had found in a store. You smiled at idea of living with Daryl and cooking for him. You smiled at the idea of a possible normal life as normal as it could be in the end of the world.

Sitting down across from Daryl, the two of you ate your food. Daryl kept his eyes on his bowl and didn't look up at you until you cleared your throat.

"You don't like me, do you?"

Daryl put his spoon in his bowl, shoveling a bunch of the beans into his mouth before setting the bowl on the floor beside him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then he turned his head to look at you. He fought to keep his eyes connected to yours instead of looking at your rising and falling chest. God he felt like he was a creep, like he was a teenager again. It wasn't him trying to sexualize you, he really didn't mean to but when you were looking at him like that, breathing like that, he was really struggling to maintain eye contact.

"I don't hate ya," He says, his blue eyes darting in between yours and the wall behind you.

You shuffle closer to him before placing your hand on his chin, turning his face to you. His eyes stayed on your face, suddenly he was at a loss of words, not that he had many in the first place but still.

"If you didn't hate me, you would be able to look at me for more than two seconds before scoffing and turning away," You giggle with a smile and then move closer. "What is it about me that you don't like looking at?"

You had the biggest crush on Daryl Dixon and you barely tried to hide it from anyone but him. He was tall, strong, handsome, and very, very good at protecting people. He had a hard exterior, but he was really a big softy for the people he cared for. How could you not like him?

"There isn't anythin' 'hat I don't like lookin' at," He says, blush creeping up his face. "I jus' don't know why ya make me crazy."

"I make you go crazy, Daryl?" You ask. "You have no idea how crazy you make me."

Your faces creep closer, you were basically straddling the archer as you pressed yourself closer to his body, desperate for his warmth. Your eyes flicker to his lips quickly before snapping back to his cool eyes. You wondered what his lips would feel like on yours. What they would feel like running over your body.

Daryl's hands came up to your face to move some hair out of your eyes and he cupped your jaw. He tilted his head up, barely, almost brushing your plump lips. Your lips part slightly, ready to grant Daryl's full permission to do whatever he wanted to do to yours. Just as the distance was about to close, your eyes closing, breathing heavily, a walker's growl could be heard from outside the window and Daryl all but throws you off him (not really much of a throw, just nudging you off him quickly), and he takes care of the walker. He stabs the monster in the head, blood splattering onto his face and clothes before he turns to you and then walks out of the house.

----

Making your way through the woods, Daryl refused to say anything to you. You had tried to make small talk but he ignored you. He kept walking as he scanned for prey, hopefully a deer or a pig. He didn't really care, as long as he had something to kill and take his mind off the way that you made him feel last night. You were so much younger than himself and he didn't want to seem like a creepy old man who would nut in his pants from just seeing your tits bounce a few times.

Daryl would have intense dreams where your tits were bouncing because you were bouncing on his dick and he was pulling your hair back so your neck was arched backwards and he would mark you up as his while you rode him.

He shook the thoughts from his mind as he remembers that you were right behind him. He turned to you to see you kneeling down by the ground, looking at tracks on the ground.

"What are ya lookin' at?" He asked, his voice startling you before you relaxed.

You looked up at him before pointing left.

"These are fresh tracks, looks like a deer."

"Good, let's go."

"I need to apologize about what happened last night," You said as you walked quietly.

"Shhh," He said.

"I really am sorry about that, Daryl, I don't know what overcame me."

"I said, shhh, girl."

Just as you crept down behind a fallen tree, the deer walked out from behind the tall grass and started to eat at the fallen nuts on the ground. As much as you were hoping to be able to pay attention, Daryl's scent filled your nose as you realized how close you were and you could feel your panties dampen at the sight in front of you. You looked at Daryl and saw his thick muscles of his arms flex as he lifted his crossbow and aimed at the deer. You watched as he licked his lips gently as he closed one of his eyes. You watched his chest move with his breathing. You noticed everything. You needed to get this deer and then get back home before you tried to fuck him right out in the open woods.

"Let's go home," you said as you loaded the deer onto his bike.

"We are supposed to hit another town just a few miles over," He said.

"Yes but we have a deer which will draw more walkers to us," You said. "Let's drop it off with our people and then come out again."

---

Daryl listened to you because he knew you would throw a fit and then he would want to fuck your attitude away. He didn't just want to fuck you, he wanted to love you. He wanted to come home to you every night, fuck you to sleep, and then cuddle with you as he tells you about his day. Before you, he never thought that he would want the "normal" life like everyone else. He never had anyone to come home to and he had become used to it. Now he wanted to share a home with you. He wanted to take care of you. He wanted to protect you.

While the two of you were camping out in the woods, your shirt and pants had been torn after a run in with a herd of walkers. You told Daryl that you were going to change and then you went behind his poncho hanging up on a branch. You thought that you were covered completely, but the poncho had other plans as it had fallen from the branch while you were turned away. Your entire body was on display for Daryl as you bent over in just your black panties to pick up a shirt you had gotten from the run down shop the other day.

Daryl knew that he should have turned away, to respect you, but something in his sick, twisted mind, he kept looking. He saw your skin shine in the bright moon light. He saw every curve you have and he wanted nothing more than to just mark every inch of your skin as his. You were his, even if you didn't know yet. He eventually couldn't handle it anymore and moved to pick up the poncho. His footsteps made you turn away but he had already covered you with the poncho.

"It slipped from the branch and I didn't want ya to be uncomfortable," He said as he stepped closer to cover your body completely.

"Thank you," You smile as you tilt your head up to look at him in his eyes. His hands were on your hips as he wrapped you up. You bit your lip softly and his thumb came up to release your bottom lip from your teeth, slowly stroking over it with such care. His eyes watched for your reaction and you had none but heavy breathing. He licked his own lips quickly and leaned in slightly, still checking your eyes for any sign of you not wanting his actions, finding none. Just as his lips were brushing yours, a hiss came from the fire as it died out and the world went dark.

He quickly pulled away and turned away from you. He cleared his throat and then muttered a quick "sorry" and then went to rebuild the fire.

---

Arriving back at your house after a few days being gone, you took a shower as soon as you got home. You walked into your room in just a towel before pulling out clothing from your closet. The shirt you picked out was one of Daryl's button downs that you stole when you were staying in his house before moving into your own.

Daryl walked up to your room as he needed to talk to you about the other night. He didn't know what had came over him but he needed to clear it up with you. He knocked on your door, thinking of all the things he would say but as soon as the door opened and you revealed that you were in just a shirt and panties. Just not any shirt, his shirt. His shirt was on your body. Your naked body. He didn't know what made him grab your face and pull you into a searing kiss, but he pulled your body closer to his as he walked you backwards into the room.

He kicked the door closed and turned you against it. He started to leave kisses down from your lips to your neck. He sucked at your pulse point and then your hands pulled his face back up to yours. His lips enclosed yours as you messily made out against your door. His hand went to the back of your knee and wrapped it around his hip, opening you up to him as his clothed core ground into yours as your hand found his hair. He let out a groan as your fingers twisted into his long strands.

Daryl's mouth pressed against yours as he swallowed your every sound as you whimpered for more. Daryl's fingers slid down to your panties and teased your clit behind the fabric. His fingers glided against your clothed clit in tight circles as you moaned for him, begging him to fuck you. A smirk came over his face as your head lulled back, opening your neck to him. He started to suck on your sweet spot as his fingers slid your underwear to the side and sunk in to the knuckle.

"Fuuuuuck," You groan as Daryl's fingers started to pump in and out of your body. Daryl smiled at you as he slowly kissed lower and lower as he removed his hand from your panties to rip open his shirt. He kissed down your body, slowly sucking on your nipples and lulling his tongue over the nipple before biting it softly, causing you to gasp in slight pain.

"You like it when I touch ya like this?" He asks, running his middle finger up your slit before popping it into his mouth to suck the juices off of it. "Fuck, ya sweeter than I thought."

"Daryl," You moan as he slowly kisses your thighs, your back arching off the wall.

"Move to the bed and spread your legs for me like a good littl' slut," He demands. The derogatory name made you feel more slick drip from your pussy.

Daryl slowly pulled his shirt over his head, wincing as your eyes roam over his scars. He goes to put his shirt back on but you move to stop him.

"Don't hide from me," You say softly. "You're beautiful."

You move to the edge of the bed and press a kiss to the scar on his chest, then the one on his torso. You lick up the one on his collarbone. You turn him around and you kiss each one on his back. You trace them as if you were tracing roads on a map.

"You are so beautiful, Daryl," You whisper against his skin before turning him around to face you. "Every inch of you is beautiful, even the damaged parts."

Something snaps inside of him and he pushes you back gently and he crawls over you like a predator to his prey. He kissed your lips and then he started to kiss down your body, tracing every curve into his muscle memory. He wanted to savor this into his mind forever.

"Did I ever tell ya 'hat ya make me crazy?" He asks.

"Maybe once before," You giggle but it quickly turn into a moan when he licks up your pussy. You grip onto the sheets, holding you grounded to earth before you floated away. Daryl notices you holding onto the sheets and he grabs your hands, making you think that he just wanted to hold them but he then moves them to his hair. He nods at you and then curls his tongue inside you which makes you cry out and tug at his hair. He moans against you and slips a finger inside your weeping hole which he then pays more attention to your clit with his tongue.

"Cum for me," he moans against you. His eyes watch as the band inside your stomach snaps as he continues to add another finger and play with your cunt. Your hips start to wiggle away from him but he pulls your body flush against his face as there is no room for any air for him to possibly breathe. All he could breathe in was you. He could only see you, taste you, and breathe you. He was alive for you and this sole moment.

Eventually Daryl had pulled two more climaxes out of you and he then starts to kiss back up your twitching body. He rolls over and goes to cuddle you but you lay there confused.

"We are not done," You smile before climbing onto his thigh. Slotting your legs on each side, you slowly start to grind down onto him. He sits up and places his hands onto your hips, helping your movements.

"Fuck ya such as whore for me, ya gotta fuck my thigh?" He says with a smirk.

"Please," You moan out, head falling back.

Daryl pushes you off of him long enough to take his pants and underwear off and then he pats his lap, beckoning you to come closer. You move into his lap and he places your hands on his shoulders as he moves his cock to be lined up with your entrance.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks, making sure that you were one hundred percent certain that you wanted him to do this.

"Please, Daryl, just fuck me!" You groan out and then Daryl eases his tip into your weeping pussy.

"Fuck," You moan as you slowly stretch on his dick. "Please, just get inside me!"

Daryl looks at you for one second, taking in your face before cupping your cheek. He then snaps his hips forward and his entire dick goes inside you, kissing your cervix lightly. You scream at the intrusion and he gently soothes your hair as he speaks praise into your ear. He then pulls almost all the way out and then snaps back inside harshly. Your hands cling to his shoulders as one arm wraps around his neck and grip onto his shoulder. Daryl's arm wraps around your torso and the other hooks under your arm and his hand grips your shoulder, squeezing tightly as he pounds into your pussy with slow, harsh thrusts.

You head falls backward as Daryl's fingers wrap into your hair and pulls your face closer to his so he roughly kiss you. It was messy, all teeth and spit dripping everywhere. Your lips moved in fierce movements as they tried to keep up with each others. Your hips bounced against Daryl's as the two of you tried to get to the finish line. Daryl grips you tightly before using his body weight to flip the two of you over and he catches himself with one arm on the bed as your legs wrapped around his torso, your arms holding onto him for dear life as he fucked into you with punishing thrusts.

Daryl's dick moved inside of you in fast, rough movements, hitting your cervix at times but was always hitting your g-spot. Your head was thrown back as you cling to him and he moves one hand to the headboard as he stares down at you, your hair laying out around your head like a crown and he whimpered when your pussy clenched around his thick cock. He gently moved your legs down from his torso and spread you out further as he moved back onto his knees, leaning over through his arms to kiss your forehead before he reared his hips back, and snapped them forward, driving home in a hard thrust.

You scream in pleasure and borderline pain but it was so good. You dig your nails into Daryl's back as he drops his head into your neck as his hands are clinging to the headboard that was beating a possible hole into the wall as you plant one hand against the base of the headboard to keep your head from slamming into it. Your mouth is agape as Daryl nibbles on your collarbone as his hips slam into yours, surely leaving bruises that you will feel for days after this.

"Fuck ya look so pretty, looking at me like that," He moans as you throw your head back into the pillows, begging him for more, to make you come.

"You wanna cum?" He asks, one of his hands slipping from the headboard and coming down to rub fast circles on your clit, adding fuel to the fire that is boiling inside your core. Your body screamed for release.

"You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" He smirks. "Fuck ya feel so good, baby. This pussy was built for me. God, I don't 'ver wanna leave it. Jesus, look at that. Your pussy is just sucking me in, she don't want me to leave either."

You moan at his filthy words before begging him to let you cum. Your hands reach for his neck and pulls him down to kiss him. Just as his lips brush against yours, the band inside you snaps and you let out a muffled scream against his lips. He was close already before you came but after feeling you cum around his cock, he knew that it was just a matter of time before he cumming all over you.

"Daryl, cum inside me."

Those four words made his hips snap faster against yours and then you felt him still against you, then a warm liquid spilled inside you as Daryl's body shuddered above you. You heard him whimper and groan as more and more ropes of thick cum spilled from his dick. Your hands rub up and down his back as you kissed his collarbone.

Daryl rolled over and pulled you with him, lifting you off his softening dick and then covered you both with your blanket. He kissed your forehead and moved the few strands of hair from your face and then kissed your lips.

"Can I ask a question?" You ask as you draw circles on his chest.

Daryl just grunts in response.

"Do you still not like me?"

"I swear to God woman. You still think I don't like ya?"

"Well, I can't be too careful," You smile up at him. "So do you like me?"

He leaned his head down and kissed you on the lips, soft and slow, before fulling back.

"Does that answer your question?" He asks with a huff.

"I'm not fully convinced," You smile before climbing back on top of him and starts pressing kisses to his neck.

"Ya're gonna kill me, woman!" He groans with a smile before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into a crushing kiss, rolling on top of you to further prove that he likes you.

Maybe he does like you. But who can really tell?

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daryl vanilla sex 🫣

Sex Deck

Summary: You’re having a dinner with one of your closest friends, and you just bought a deck of cards from Princess which is to play a friendly game. You just didn’t know the deck wasn’t friendly at all.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, sex, talks about sex, a sex deck, smut, virgin reader, virginity loss, age gap (but reader is probably around her late 20s/ early 30s), p in v, fingering, oral (female receiving), creampie, unprotected sex (you know better than this kids), bad written smut, etc. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+.

Word Count: 5,4 k

A/N: this was a request for Vanilla sex with Daryl and as I had never written anything virgin reader related, I thought it was a good time to try it. This is not proofread, I have been writing it for months already. Started in Colombia and finished writing in Brazil. My summary sucks. I hope this goes with the expectations of the person who requested and all of you can enjoy it.

You had invited Daryl to your house that night, you’d make burgers and you’d drink beer. You had found a card game in a store in the Commonwealth, you were told to play with friends at parties. So you thought, why not? When the outbreak happened you were very young and didn’t have the opportunity to party like other people.

You stayed for some years with a group, but your life really changed when you found Alexandria. You were alone, you had just lost your family and most people thought you were crazy when you talked about a weird herd of Walkers that seemed to be intelligent, until it started happening to all of them.

You made friends, between them Daryl Dixon and now that you were in the comfort of Commonwealth you weren’t changing that. When the bell of your small apartment rang, you knew it was him. When you opened the door and he saw you he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “A dress? Never saw ya wearing a dress” he observed, you were always wearing jeans and boots.

“Well, now that we’re relatively safe I can wear a dress and be comfortable at home. You should try.” You said.

“Wearing a dress? Nah, thank you. It’s not ma style.” He joked while entering the apartment.

“Being comfortable asshole…” you answered closing the door behind you and heading back ti the kitchen where you were finishing the preparatives for the burgers.

“I thought ya were joking about the burgers.” He observed leaning on the counter.

“I’d never joke about it, I’m really trying to do my best with what we have. It will be nice of it tastes like in the old days.” You finished chopping some vegetables while the burgers finished grilling. “I really liked those kind of food.”

“I wasn’t one for it… to be honest didn’t have the opportunity to eat it many times.” Daryl confessed, a little embarrassed, sometimes he forgot how different his experiences could be from other people’s, especially you, you were younger than him and it bothered him in more ways than he would like to admit.

“It’s ok. Nothing wrong with that. I hope you enjoy mine, well… I hope I also enjoy it, we have more access to things here but it’s still limited.” You finished setting the burgers with vegetables and the bread. “I think it’s ready.”

You ate The hamburger contently, it was delicious even with the limited ingredients you had. Daryl devoured it, for him it was the best burger he had ever ate in his life and he was kinda old so it had to mean something

When you both finished eating you sat on your sofa, beers in hand and you took the pile of cards you had bought earlier. “Look, I got this cards with some questions and challenges for friends to play.” You said excitedly. “It’s gonna be nice, I didn’t have the opportunity to play it before the world ended.”

“Oh yeah? I never hear about it, not popular around my time I guess.” He observed.

You took the cards from your bag, you hadn’t really looked at them before and they looked beautiful, a little aged but the red hearts on the back of the cards were really pretty.

“How’s that played?” He asked observing the cards, he had a weird feeling about it.

“I don’t know, there was no instructions and I never played it. Let’s just take a card at a time, we read it and we both answer, maybe the challenge we tell the other to do?” You had no idea what to do, your time to be a “kid” and mess around had stayed on the past and you couldn’t live it.

“Okay.” He agreed, you put the cards between you too.

“Since, I’m a nice person, you can take the first one.” You said before taking a sip from your beer, damn was this expired or was it just bad?

He didn’t believe he was really playing a silly game with you. If it was some years ago, he would have rolled his eyes at you, said some shit and telling you to forget it. But he couldn’t it was you, the one that caught his eyes immediately when he returned to Alexandria during the period he was away and had that gentle smile for him. The one that brought a smile to the corner of his mouth while playing with little Judith. The one that prepared delicious different food and shared with him. The one that started to visit him by the river to take supplies, kind words and silly toys for his dog.

“Nice person…” he snorted, he knew you were afraid of what could be the first card and let him do the job. He extended his hand and took the first card. He furrowed his browns when he read the question.

“What’s it?” You asked curiously.

He wasn’t really sure how this kind of question was in a deck of a game for friends, but times were changing so he decided to give it the benefit of the doubt. “Ugh… how was yer first time?”

As soon as the question left his lips he instantly blushed and you almost choked on your beer. “What?”

“That’s the question.” He passed you the card so you could read. “Well, maybe this is something friends should talk openly… I dunno.”

“Er… maybe… you should start then. You took the card.” You threw the bomb right back at him.

He cleared his throat, it was difficult to talk about the theme even with Carol that was his old friend, talking it with you felt like sin. “It was weird, I was young the girl was older than me… I dunno.” He felt just like a teenage boy at that moment, when he was far from being one. “Yer turn.”

“Hmm…” what could you possibly say, he had had a bad experience but it was better than… “I… I can’t answer that.”

“Come on, I answered it.” He told you nudging your leg with his.

“I… it’s not that I don’t want to answer it. I really can’t. I never did it.” You finally answered the question, now the terrible beer looking very interesting.

He cleared his throat. He was half shoked and half embarassed. It was impressive a lady your age that had never experienced the delights of life, but he also could feel how it was embarassing for you having to tell that to a man. “Ok, let’s take another card.”

He reached for the deck and completely ignored it was your time. His eyes popped when he saw the next card, it was a challenge. “Why?” He asked instead.

‘The next question can’t be why’, you thought. That was weird. “That can’t be the next question Daryl. You’re kidding me.”

“I’m not, it’s the next question.” He lied and it was clear it was a lie, but you answered, it was him after all.

“I was young when the world ended, not very popular before. So yeah. That’s why.” You answered.

As soon as you finished answering you reached to take a card, but he was faster than you and took another one.

“In case you don’t know we should take turns to take the cards.” You complained.

“Ya never explained the rules sweetheart, in fact ya didn’t even know them. Next question…” He looked at the next card and… what the fuck in the fuckering fucks was this deck? Because for sure it wasn’t a deck for friends to enjoy. “How would be your ideal first time?”

What the hell was this questions? He couldn’t be reading the cards. He was messing with you for sure. “In a bed!?” You answered the obvious. “It can’t be the real question, you’re messing up with me. Give those cards, I wanna read them.”

“I ain’t giving you shit.” He answered and you could just think he was being a prick.

You tried to reach it, leaning your self in his direction, extending your arms and hands. It was a lost cause, he was bigger than you taller than you, he extended his arm in the opposite direction. You were practically on his lap trying to reach the pieces of paper in his hands when you lost your balance and fell sitting right into him.

“Who sold this deck of cards to ya?” He asked, now holding you in place.

“Why?” You could have answered, but now you were a little angry at him for not letting you read the cards.

“Who sold ya this?” He asked again, firmly.

“Princess, she told me it was a friends game and we would have fun.” You explained. Damn, he couldn’t beat her ass…

“Ya didn’t even took a look at this, did ya?

“No, I was in a hurry and I just took it. I was happy we would have something different to do.” You answered.

“Hmm…” he hummed, his fingers delicately tracing forms on your arm and waist. “Read them.” He gave you the 2 last cards he had took from the deck.

‘Challenge: Kiss your partner’s ear.’

‘Question: Would you do a threeway?’

You almost choked when you read the cards. What were these? You took the rest of the deck and couldn’t believe on all the things you were reading. Princess had sold you a Sex Deck or something. “I… I didn’t know.”

“I know. Now, my questions were better, weren’t they?”

“They weren’t more innocent.” You observed.

“Hm…” he didn’t released the hold on you, you didn’t move to leave. “But how would you like it be?”

‘With you’, you thought. You didn’t have the courage to voice it so openly. “In a comfortable place probably, so in my bed. With a person I trust, older probably…”

Older… did you have anyone in mind? Who did you know that was older than you and you trust? He started to make a list of people on his mind.

“Do ya have anyone in mind?” Very subtle Daryl. Very subtle.

“I…” You took a quick glance at him. Why did he keep doing this questions? And why did you keep answering them? “Older, tall, broad shoulders, a provider and protector, probably someone that can hunt…” Fuck you were describing him, was it too obvious? Damn everything. You looked at him. “Medium length wavy brown hair, blue eyes, serious, sometimes let out a cute smile…”

Was it possible that his heart stopped? Because he felt like it. Were you really describing him? Or maybe there was someone with those same characteristics that you liked? “Do I know that guy?”

“I’d say yes…”blush. Blush. Blush. Avert his eyes. That was it, you could lose everything. Which means him, but you had put yourself in this situation even if by mistake. “I’m talking about you.”

Silence.

Silence in the room. But not on both of your heads that were now pure chaos and inner screaming. “D’ya mean that?”

“Only if it’s not ruining things between us.” You were already regretting all of that.

“Nothing could ever ruin things between us.” Daryl said, if he thought his heart had stopped beating before, it was working on full force right now. Specially with you still so close and sitting on his lap. “Can I kiss ya?”

“Yeah…” You whispered as if you spoke any louder something would break.

Silence again. This time with expectation. He neared his face to yours and you held your breath. His lips grazed over yours, you wanted it for so long… you wanted him since you saw him entering the gates of Alexandria, Jude on his arms after rescuing her with Michonne.

The hesitation in him made you close the smallest of the gaps there were between you and pressed your lips against his. That awoke him and his lips started moving with yours. He first took his time knowing your lips, gods… did he want to do that for a long time already. Not even in his wildest dreams he could imagine it would come true. You opened your mouth slightly giving him access to your mouth, you could now savor his taste like you imagined many many times before. One of his hands locked fingers with your hair near your nape, the other holding one of your thighs. You tangled your arms around his neck, one hand caressing his brown locks.

You wanted him closer, you needed him. He needed you closer, he wanted you. There was no way you could be closer than this… unless he was inside of you. At the same time Daryl was lost in his mind he came back to his senses and slowly broke your kiss. “We shouldn’t do that. Ya drank.”

“I didn’t even drink half of the bottle, Daryl. This beer is horrible. I’ve wanted you for nearly 6 years, I don’t think I’m stopping any moment soon.” You looked at his face, your eyes buried deep inside of his. “If you want me, I want you.”

“I dun know if I know how to be delicate.” He said, ironically, caressing your face delicately. Damn, you’ve wanted him basically for the same amount of time he has wanted you.

“I don’t mind as long as it’s you” you answered. “I know you’re gonna try.”

“I’ve wanted ya for a long time, sweetheart.” He gave you a kiss on your cheek. And another. He descended his kisses to your jaw, he went up kissing under your ear, your earlobe… getting a mix of a squeal and a moan from you.

You were still sitting across his lap, his right hand made his way up your thighs lifting the dress you had on. He licked, kissed and bit your neck when his hand found your clothed pretty much wet pussy. “Ya’re so wet, sweetheart…” An open mouthed kiss on your neck. “Have you ever touched yourself?” He nibbled your skin.

“I’m a virgin, not a saint Daryl.” You were as sassy as you could while the man melted you into a pool. He put your panties aside, his fingers finally meeting your heat.

“And what do ya think about when ya do so?” He wanted to ask who you thought about. He wanted to ask if you thought about him.

“I think about…” He pressed your clit making you gasp. “…about you, touching me, fu-fucking me.”

His fingers ran through your folds while his thumb pressured your clit caressing it in circles. Moans escaping your lips as jolts of pleasure ran through your body. “Daryl… kiss me, please”

“What a cute needy thing ya’re…” He said his lips already covering yours. He teased your entrance with his index finger while still playing with your bundle of nerves. When his finger entered you, you held him strongly, it was a weird sensation his finger inside of you, but as he kept moving it inside of you, kissed you and pressed your clit, it passed and all you could think about was about the pleasure he was making you feel. Your moans were muffled by his kisses and your hips bucked against his hand. Fuck, your fingers could never do it so good like him.

He broke the kiss, but his fingers never stopped. Your walls clenched around his finger while he added a second one. You gasped, you moaned… a different sensation. “Daryl…”

“It’s ok, baby…” he whispered in a soothing way, while still working on you feeling you contracting against his fingers. “Does it feel good?”

“Yeah… does…” You didn’t even had words anymore, you just wanted to give in to the feelings.

“Yer so pretty like this, totally surrendered…” He whispered on your ear, his raspy voice sending tingles through your body, his fingers pressing all the right places over and over again. “Do ya wanna let go sweetheart? Let it go, let me see that pretty face of yours when ya cum.”

You never believed someone could cum because a person told them to. But there you were throwing your head and arching your back in pure ecstasy after hearing the words from Daryl’s lips. You felt like you were floating, your head a dizzy mess that no alcohol would be able to do something similar. Your body trembled while your walls contracted against his fingers. Your hands in fists on his shirt, while you waited that euphoric wave to subdue.

“Daryl…” You hid your face on his neck, your nose caressing his skin and your breath sending chills all over him.

“Ya good sweetheart?” He asked, his free hand now roaming your back.

“Yeah, super good…” You answered.

“Do ya want to continue?” Gosh? He really wanted to keep going, but it was you and he had to be a gentleman even if he thought he was the farthest thing from it.

“This isn’t even a question Daryl, the answer is yes. Always going to be yes.” Your hands went to both sides of his face and you pressed your lips against his one more time, needier, hungrier, eagerly… You could get used to it, kissing him, you’d have to. He was now prohibited on not kissing you, you needed his kisses like a fish needed water.

He reciprocated, of course he reciprocated, if he was living the dream he was going to leave it properly. The hand that touched you just a few minutes before went under your legs and got up with you on his arms and walked in your bedroom's direction. You had said you wanted a bed, hadn’t you?

Your feet landed softly on the floor, but you didn’t break the kiss, your arms tangled around his neck trying to bring him closer into you. His hands traveled down your body finding their rest on your butt, he had looked at them before, but touching… he tugged at the hem of your dress bringing it up your middle, your breasts just to painfully break the kiss and take it off by your head.

“Yer too damn beautiful sweetheart…” He said taking you in.

“You’re making me shy, Daryl” You said your fingers battling with the buttons of his shirt while your eyes were fixed on his face, the way he looked at you, he hasn’t done it before.

“Ya shy? The one who bought the sex cards…” he teased you, that same look on his face but a smirk on his lips.

“You know I was fooled into buying it.” You answered. “Wouldn’t buy if knew it.”

“And we probably wouldn’t be here now.”

“Probably not.” You took his shirt off revealing his torso, he was handsome. All those scars had a story which made him who he was. His manly body, his small fluffy stomach… you wanted to lick him.

He captured your lips with his one more time and guided you to the bed getting you sat and kneeling between your legs. His hands went up your back and opened your bra with an easiness that you wondered if you should be concerned, he slid it off and soon his hands were engulfing them.

Your hands touched his abdomen with such delicacy that he thought he was in heaven, your fingers ran up and down and to the sides. Casually brushing on the hem of his pants. You undid his belt while sweet moans escaped into his mouth. You unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and your hands were going incredibly south.

“Take it easy, baby. Today’s ‘bout ya.” His hands that played with your nipples went lower touching your curves and ending on each side of your panties. “And I’m still taking care of ya.”

“Is it prohibited to touch you, or something?” You asked, your hands tentatively half the way to hover his aching cock still protected by his boxers.

“Absolutely not, just… don’t feel obligated to, I wanna this be good for ya, right?” He prohibiting you from touching him? he’d let you do whatever you wanted to him, he’d be completely at your mercy, that is if that night wasn’t the very night he was introducing you to the practice. Then he tugged lightly on each side of your panties and asked you “is it okay if I take these out?”

“Yes, it is. Daryl, I give you consent for everything, so please just do it.” You said. It was cute him being so careful and asking you all the way through, but damn you trusted this man with your life, he could do everything he wanted to you.

“Eager, are we?” He teased you one more time, before sliding your panties down your legs and take a good look at you. “We did a pretty mess here, didn’t we?”

His hands went up and down your legs stopping on your thighs, he lowered his face to kiss your inner thighs, starting right where your knees started and going real close to your core that was aching for him. Just to go back and start the same process with the other side. The sounds that came out of your mouth were sweet and gave him the fuel he needed to keep going.

His facial hair was tickling you and adding to the pleasurable sensations going through your body, at the same time you sighed with bliss you giggled with it. That was till the moment his lips made contact with your pussy, at first a small kiss on your clit, then an open mouth kiss to your center. You gasped, you trembled, you bucked against him.

Instinctively your hand went to rest on his head, your fingers finding his brown locks. He didn’t complained, he just grunted while he made out with your pussy. “Oh, Daryl…” you had no words to say, only moans and his name.

He took one of your legs and put it on his shoulder. “Scoot over, sweetheart.” As he commanded you did, moving yourself up in the bed while his face was buried between your thighs. “Lay down and just enjoy, darling”.

You did as he said, at this moment you’d do anything he asked. If he told you to jump from a bridge, you’d jump from the damn bridge. You mewled as you felt his tongue all over you.

He moved his lips to suck at your clit making your hips buck into his face, with one hand holding on your thigh, he took the other right at your heat again. This time when his finger entered your warm sweet cave it didn’t feel foreign anymore, it felt familiar as if it belonged there. Your fingers massaged his scalp while you whimpered at his stimulation. As his fingers curved inside of you and hit that spot, you contracted against him, a signal you were close.

He got more engaged on his ministrations, he wanted you to reach your peek one more time. He wanted your juices all over his face. Gods! He wanted you well prepared for when he finally put his dick where it belonged, inside of you. When you came, you came harder than the first time, a mess of moans of his name and little cries of pleasure. Of course you weren’t aware of it, you were too lost in the bliss.

He helped you through your high, till it passed. He got his head up from between your folds, his face glistening with your cum. He squeezed your thighs seeing you didn’t seem to be back yo this world. “Ya there sweetheart?”

His voice brought you back to reality. “I’m here.”, you finally answered he crawled the bed to look in your face, his knew and thigh between your legs.

“Ya’re doing so well, baby.”, he said right before kissing you slowly and sweet, the taste of you inside his mouth mixing with the flavor of your mouths. Your hands traveling from his head, to his neck and shoulders, sliding down his arms and finding it’s way down his chest. Your hand finally palming him over the fabric of his boxers. He hissed, the feeling too much for him to take. Your pretty little hands weren’t even touching his skin and he felt his control slipping through his fingers. Damn he was feeling like a teenager, he’d cum right there if he didn’t took control over again.

You slid your hand inside bringing him outside, your hand slowly going up and down on his skin. He tried to hold on, keep composed, you were exploring and he was loving every minute of it, he had to let you before taking control again. Your hand moved from the base to the tip of his dick, delicate and precise. “Darling, I can’t let you keep with it… I’ll not be able to hold it if you continue.”

While you did it you analyzed it, it was big, tick and veiny. It was beautiful and glorious, you wondered how would it be to have it inside of you.. you even wondered how it would be to do other things with it, like putting it in your mouth. “Sorry, just wanted to feel it…” you managed to say, almost pouting.

“Sweetheart, don’t be sorry. Do you have any idea for how long I wanted you? I’m… so excited that I’m losing control.” He confessed, it was cute, you let go of it and took your hands back to his face and neck.

“It’s ok, I share the same feeling. That’s why I couldn’t help myself.” You confessed looking into his eyes, raising your head to peck on his lips. “You can have me Daryl…”

“If ya ever want to stop, just let me know, al’ight?” He said, eyes on yours, noses brushing.

“It’s ok.” You answered capturing his lips in yours right after and closing your eyes.

You kissed slowly, tenderly and intensely. Both of you shifting your bodies into more comfortable positions while doing so. He stopped the kiss, giving your lips some pecks before speaking. “It’s not gonna be like my fingers, are ya ready?”

“Yes, please.” You looked at his blue eyes and felt he was more worried than you. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he knew that was the only way of doing it, the only way for your first time. At least he had tried preparing you, he didn’t know of it was going to work, he never had a woman that hadn’t experienced it before. “It’s gonna be ok, Daryl…”

“Ok, love…” the words rolled from his lips easily before he could notice them.

He kissed you again, passionately, his hands traveling down your body. He took a handful of your thighs pressing your body more against his, you could feel his hardness pretty much alive rubbing against your sensitive folds. He stopped the kissing again, looking at your eyes and you nodded as if you said ‘yes, do it. Let’s start.’.

He pumped his cock, spreading your moisture on it before positioning it at your entrance. He pressed it against you, slowly trying to make his way in, to break the barriers and do what both of you wanted. He pushed himself inside little by little, the stretch felt like too much to start with it, but you held yourself like a big girl and when he finally broke that barrier the stretch was nothing compared to the burning sensation you felt down there, tears automatically coming to your eyes. “Definitely not your fingers…”, you wanted it to be a joke, but sounded more like a complaint.

“Wanna stop baby?” He asked hands caressing your face and hair. You shook your head unable to answer. He kissed the tears from your face, one of his hands traveling down to your clit, rubbing and pressing it in hopes the pain you felt would go away. “Whenever you’re ready to continue sweetheart.” He said kissing your neck.

As he pressed and rubbed your clit the pain started to subdue and you started to feel mote pf him and the jolts of pleasure being sent throughout your body. The way your walls contracted around him a signal your body was now accepting him. “I’m ready…” you said when he could continue and he continued to move until he bottomed out, not very difficult with all the slickness inside of you.

When he finished going all the way in, you let out a moan while he grunted. He started moving slowly, not going out too much. You braced yourself on him, your arms going around him and your hands soothingly slipping on his skin. He increased the speed in small portions, never going too fast, but now going almost the way out just to go back again.

You felt in a very sensual dance with him, the way his body moved against yours and the way your body responded to his as if you were in sink. Sighs and moans left your lips, making a symphony he so much enjoyed. “Sweetheart, ya feel so good… so tight. Ya’re doing so well.”

He kept on caressing your head, his fingers moving on your hair, his eyes never leaving yours recording in his memory every reaction he saw in you.

“Oh , Daryl… please…” Even in a heated moment like this, he thought you were so cute.

“Please what, baby? What do ya want?” He nuzzled your neck, his voice hoarser from lust.

“More, I want more… please…” You pleaded by his ear, so driven by him that you just wanted more of whatever he could offer you.

“As ya wish sweetheart” He didn’t increase his speed, but increased his precision looking for that spongy place inside of you that would make you see starts. When he hit it for the first time yesterday you moaned/screamed at the feeling huge if compared to his fingers doing the exact same thing.

After it he continued trying hit it over and y again, his fingers drawing circles on your bundle of nerves. You a complete mess, surrendered to him, closer and closer to your sweet destination as your walls spasmed around him. “Are ya close, love? It’s ok, ya can cum… I’ll go right after ya.”

With a few more trusts of him, you came messy and hard, your vision getting white as your body convulsed held by him. He kept trusting inside you and as your walls held him so tightly, he got to same place as you. Ridding both your highs for as long as he could.

His body collapsed on top of you, the crushing sensation of his body over you making you feel safe and protected. Both your breaths trying to regulate your fingers massaging his scalp and running on his hair while his mouth couldn’t help but press little soft kisses on the skin on your shoulder. When both of you had calmed down, he propped himself to look at you. “Are you ok? How do ya feel?”

“I’m perfectly fine.” You said looking at his face. “It was so good. Thank you…”

“Sweetheart, don’t have to thank me for that.” Gods, he was the one that need to be thankful. “I guess it’s time we take care of ya.”

He pulled out of you, immediately regretting and missing your warm walls. He went through your things looking for a towel he could use and found a small one. He returned to find you sprawled on bed with both of your cums and a little bit of blood, leaking from you. “Damn… I could get used to this view.” He didn’t think before speaking.

“You can get used to this.” You said, he could see it everyday if he wanted to.

He used the towel to clean you and afterwards the bed. When he finished taking care of you, he laid by your side, covering your bodies under a comfy blanket. You laid your head on his chest while he held you in his arms and you could listen to his heartbeat.

“I was serious when I said you could get used to this. You could have this everyday if it depends on me.”

His heart skipped a beat or two listening to your words. If you wanted him, he would have you like this everyday. Instead of letting his past insecurities overcome him, he decided now was the perfect time to use that sassy remark you threw at him earlier. “Will ya show me how you’re not a saint in the next times?”

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Walking Tension

summary 🏹 seducing your dads bestfriend proves harder than you thought

word count 🏹 8k

warnings 🏹 large age gap, mature content

“Daryl? Are you in here?”

The low committal grunt sounding through the makeshift garage area was enough for you to confirm his presence and a soft smile spread onto your face as you made your way into the small garage like area.

He didn’t even look up from whatever it was he was doing on his bike, knowing it was you already by the sound of your voice and the fact you were the only person who typically bothered him during the day like this.

“Need any help?” Your voice was high and sweet as you looked at his wide back hunched over the motorcycle but both of you knew better than that. He’d heard that same nice tone a dozen times and knew exactly what typically followed it.

The laugh he scoffed out was humorless and you would’ve felt put off by his annoyance if you weren’t the type of person you were. The type of person you were liked to get under Daryl’s skin, liked seeing his reactions to you and seeing how far he’d let you push him before he sent you on your way like always.

“Your dad send you?” He always asked the same question when you came to find him and you always gave him the same frown in return.

You wondered if he did it as a way to remind you about your father, silently placing him in the room with the two of you because you knew as well as him that your dad played no part in the reason you kept coming to him.

You didn’t bother answering him, just making your way over to where he was working and sitting yourself down on the bike seat softly so it didn’t tip too far. You were right above the section he was working on and he had no choice but to pause.

He cleared his throat in a low grunt and leaned back a little to look at you now that you were blocking his way and taking away his excuse to remain busy and ignore you. Your legs were directly in front to his face, long and bare considering you religiously wore your little frayed denim shorts around him.

It was your favorite look of his whenever you got to this moment in your interactions.

His eyes were on you through his long dark hair and for just a moment it was like he would take you in before his doors closed again and he was glaring at you in disgust.

“Can you take a break?” Your tone was still innocent and soft despite your intentions and he said nothing, even when your legs parted slightly to try to keep his attention on you.

It was rare that he actually acknowledged you for this long and you wondered if he was feeling particularly strong today in his ability to hold back or if it was something else keeping his attention.

“Run along somewhere else girl.” His response was short and rough, yours legs closing at the same time a pout formed harder on your pretty face.

“You’re no fun Dixon.” You let your voice take on a bit of a whine and normally by now you would take the loss and leave. You’d swing your hips and tell him where to find you (he never did) and then you’d try again the next day.

But something about today felt different and you decided to hold out a bit longer to try and test that theory. He also seemed momentarily taken back by the fact you weren’t getting up and leaving and you took advantage of the fact he was watching you, spreading your legs again.

Your shorts were so small that you knew he could easily see the fabric of your best pair of panties you only wore for him, the shine of your thighs from the hot summer air.

Daryl was a strong man and his expression didn’t change once to reveal what he was thinking, if anything, but the way his eyes darted to your core and back up again was all you needed to consider this day a win.

He avoided you outside of these little interactions and you didn’t necessarily blame him considering you were clearly after a certain objective with him and he’d be an idiot to not realize how badly you were determined to get what you wanted.

“Just let me help you.” You framed the soft words like you were referring to the work he was doing on the bike but you both knew that’s not what you were implying.

“Said run along.” His voice was gruff when he finally spoke again and the sound went straight to the building heat in your stomach, your eyes flashing in excitement at his response which only seemed to annoy him further. “Always looking for trouble.”

The emphasis in his words wasn’t far from the truth considering how long you’d been playing this one sided game with him.

You’d not really looked his way when him and his brother first joined your camp back by the quarry and it wasn’t until your dad came back without Merle that he started to catch your eye.

You loved your dad but there was something about Daryl and his resistance towards him and Shane that made you more interested than you should’ve been. He didn’t seem to notice you following him around until you had gotten to the CDC and spent the night drinking.

It was the perfect excuse to find yourself outside of his door with a half empty bottle in your hand, smirking at him when he opened the door and questioned if you were even old enough to be drinking.

He’d shut you down pretty quickly that night too but you could tell he was acting different the next morning, most likely thinking he read the situation wrong and feeling guilty for blaming Rick’s innocent young daughter who just wanted some company.

After you’d gotten to the farm, he quickly realized he had been perfectly correct in his assumption that night and you most definitely were hitting on him.

You did it again after he had gotten shot and there you were, sitting on his bed side with your hand on his bare chest under the excuse of checking his pulse. The look in your eye was dangerous and he was both thankful and humiliated when Maggie opened the door and saw the two of you sitting so close.

He figured he was probably losing his mind thinking that somebody who looked like you and was your age was making a move on him but you proved him right again and again.

You’d never wanted somebody as bad as you wanted Daryl and you were determined to make it a reality.

It was easy to accept defeat today in the garage considering it felt like your biggest victory yet and he knew he had fucked up when you left the building with a big smile and a little hop in your steps.

Now a few days had passed and he was starting to wonder why you weren’t trying to talk to him again. It made him feel slightly sick that he was even thinking about it instead of just being glad your attention was finally off of him but something about it was bugging him and he quickly realized why when he was finally finding you in the cafeteria.

You were talking to one of the newcomers from Woodbury, someone much closer to your age and clearly interested in the way you were curling your hair around your finger and leaning closer as you giggled at whatever he was saying.

Daryl watched you from near the stairs and didn’t bother to hide the scowl forming when your hand was laying on the dudes arm and squeezing it lightly.

He wondered if you knew how you looked to other people, hell he wondered if your dad had any idea what they all thought of you with your big doe eyes and the tiny shorts that showed off a blinding amount of skin.

You definitely knew considering how often you’d parade around with that sweet grin, asking men for favors or help with simple task and ignoring the way their wives or girlfriends glared in your direction when they eagerly offered to assist you.

And you definitely knew the effect you had on him considering you were turning your head to find him now and somehow immediately making eye contact.

He felt a sense of something when you were automatically leaving behind the guy you were flirting with and finding your way over to him but he quickly shut that feeling down the best he could. It didn’t matter considering you were by his side in a matter of seconds.

The room was filing up quickly now that the food was ready to be served and it was getting nosier and more crowded, the perfect excuse for you to press close to Daryl to make sure he could hear what you were going to be telling him.

“Did you miss me?” Your voice was in his ear and a shudder ran through him embarrassingly enough, made even worse by the amused look in your eye.

“Where’s your old man at?” He was once again reminding you of your father before you could do anything further, giving you an opportunity to cut it out and go find somebody your own age to talk to.

“Not here.” Your response was quick and steady due to your impatience and you watched him chew the inside of his cheek and grunt softly.

You wanted him to snap and lose control enough that he’d finally give you what you wanted after months of watching his big arms work on cars and his hands shave wood down to a small point.

But you knew better than that by now and had long ago accepted that Daryl wasn’t going to just hit a breaking point and take you the way you wanted. He was going to need to be coached the entire way and you’d be the one making all the moves if you ever wanted to get anywhere with him.

“You didn’t come looking for me.” You were pouting a bit now and looking up at him with those signature big eyes, your hand coming up to touch along the jagged hem of his leather vest.

He glanced down at your wandering hand but didn’t say anything, just tensing up since you normally didn’t touch him during your teasing and especially not where somebody else could see you.

“Seemed busy.” His gaze was on you suddenly, something rare enough that you got nervous, and it took you a few seconds to realize he was talking about the guy you were flirting with.

His face was giving away absolutely nothing but excitement ran through you at him clearly caring enough to bring it up.

Daryl was a man of few words and you learned a long time ago that everything he said had a purpose, even if it was hard to understand at first. You assumed what this one was immediately and he seemed to regret saying it when you were turning your body even more so you were standing halfway in front of him now and practically caging him against the wall.

“He wants to fuck me you know.” You kept your voice steady and low enough that nobody passing by would hear what you were saying but there was no way the man across from you missed it.

His eyes stayed the same as they always were, intense and flat as he peered down at you, but you knew your words affected him even if he was scarily good at masking it.

“He say that?” His next words came out in a low grunt but you were surprised he responded to your obvious bait at all.

This was normally around the time he was telling you to leave him alone out right or ignoring you until you got bored and impatient, opting to try again another day instead. Another rush of excitement ran through you at his slight show of interest and he could tell by the way your eyes lit up like an eager kid.

“A girl can just tell when a man wants her under him.” You were too close to him now and you both knew it, taking a small step forward until the toe of your shoes could’ve touched his. “When he’s thinking about her in a way he shouldn’t.”

Your hand was flat on his chest now and you could feel the way his heart was beating through his vest and shirt, surprised he was so affected considering how blank his expression still was. You blinked up at him through your eyelashes and he looked like he was finally going to say something before you heard a voice calling him from the other side of the cell block.

He immediately stepped sideways so he wasn’t pinned against the wall by you and you frowned when your hand fell off of him and landed back by your side, watching as he left you there with a quick throat clear and an awkward glance.

It was only slightly satisfying that he let you go further than normal but you were still growing frustrated with the constant interruptions, both by him and others.

Apparently the call of his name was somebody coming to tell him about a run happening that day because you didn’t see him at all for the next few hours, eventually asking your dad where he’d gone and pouting when he gave you the list of names that had left the prison for supplies.

Your dad had laughed slightly at your upset expression, making a quick comment about how much you admired Daryl that made you roll your eyes and huff your way out of the courtyard.

He didn’t even know half of what you felt towards Daryl and you couldn’t help but be bitter that your father happened to be the one person the older man truly respected and wouldn’t go against.

You spent the rest of the day in your cell feeling a bit like a princess locked in her tower, almost deluding yourself into thinking you were close to getting what you wanted by the time you heard the gates opening and cars on the gravel road.

A few minutes passed of you excitedly biting your lip and waiting for everybody to come inside and get ready for bed, not wanting to be too eager by running outside to meet them by the entrance.

Most of the people who had been around you since the beginning (minus your oblivious dad) had gathered you had a liking for Daryl but you didn’t need them to realize it was a lot more than just a young girls crush. Especially if you wanted him to ever give into you, something he’d never do if he knew Carol and Maggie shot you amused glances everytime you asked where he was.

By the time you heard a few deep sighs and cell doors closing you were getting up to go and find him.

Your excitement made your feet sound a little louder as you speed walked down the metal steps of your cell block before heading to the one directly next to yours, the two that had been cleared out for your closest group and their families and partners.

You slowed down when you entered it and saw Glenn and Maggie sitting together near the staircase, her face red and teary where it laid in his shoulder. You could tell something was wrong and you faltered long enough for her to look up at you and give you a heavy glance, face pursing as she nodded up towards the second tier rooms.

She clearly knew you were looking for Daryl and you would have stopped and asked her what was wrong if it wasn’t for the heavy air in the cell block and the fact Glenn was already comforting her.

You still offered her a light squeeze of her shoulder as you passed them on the stairs and made your way up to the top, stopping again when you finally located the person you were looking for.

He didn’t notice you for a few seconds considering he was far too busy staring downwards at the big blue eyes of the girl who had just been wrapped around him in a tight hug but when he did, you immediately saw the worry on his face.

Your own expression steeled up and you watched his shoulders sag in defeat like he already knew you were going to make a big deal out of this, proven correct by the fact you were turning on your heel and stomping your way back to your cell.

It genuinely surprised you when he was following through your sheet door just a few breaths after you, not at all expecting him to come after you.

“It ain’t like that.” He continued to surprise you by speaking first, hands jutted out from his body like he was talking down a wild animal.

You might as well have been considering the way you glared at him, your chest rising and falling with heavy upset breaths. You felt beyond childish and ridiculous due to the fact you couldn’t get any of your angry words out, throat clogged up as you just stared at him standing in your cell.

It barely got processed that this was his first time ever being in here with you, ever being in such a small space alone together in general and you imagine you would have been more excited about this if it wasn’t for the hot jealously in your bloodstream.

“Can you calm down girl.” He sounded as gruff and impatient as ever and you hated that you immediately pouted at the sound of him scolding you.

He surprisingly wasn’t flinching away when you were suddenly in his space, just leaning back against your wall like you weren’t pushing your chest against his and letting your hands rest over his heart again.

You liked to feel how fast it started to race whenever you were getting under his skin, knowing how nervous you made him with your tempting advances.

“I’m sorry.” Your eyes were wide and innocent when you looked up at him and you barely saw his darken but that was enough to spur you on, the only sign you needed that he wanted this as much as you both knew you did. “I just got upset seeing her touch you like that.”

“Ain’t like anything.” His voice vibrated through his chest and one of your hands pushed under the leather of his vest, rubbing the fabric of his shirt.

The pout you kept on your face as you started to take steps backward was deadly and as stubborn as he was, he was still a man. He followed you forward, only slightly urged by the tug on his vest, and when you sat down on the bottom bunk of the bed; he kept his eyes locked on you and the way you looked at him.

“Lay with me?” The question was innocent enough but you both knew better and he was turning his head to look at the measly cloth covering your cell.

Anybody walking past could potentially hear your conversation or even the slight shuffle of his feet as he kicked his boots off. Although nobody was rude enough to enter without announcing themselves, it’s not like you could sneak him out the back window.

That made it all the more exciting that he was seemingly agreeing despite the risk, moving his boots under your bed so they were out of the way and watching you expectantly.

You got out of the bed so he could climb in first (slightly trapping him between you and the wall) and you would have laughed at how tense his body was when he laid down if you weren’t already toeing the line before he typically rejected you and left.

You’d never been close to Daryl like this, the twin bed being so small you had no choice but to practically curl around his side and his entire body was stiffening up when you laid your head down on his shoulder.

“Did it go bad today?” Your voice was soft and you wondered how long it had been since you had an actual conversation without the wanting purr in your voice or the tension in the air.

He didn’t respond out loud but you hadn’t expected him too, accepting the low hum as him not wanting to talk about it.

It went silent again except for his deep breath when your arm wrapped around his chest and you picked your head up to be able to look at his face, scanning over his features from this new angle.

“Shouldn’t be going out there anymore.” He was talking again barely above a whisper and you knew he was referring to the fact you’d been going on runs more now that your dad had stepped back and you were getting older.

“I’m not a kid Daryl.” You had a light smile on your face as you said it but it was gone when he responded with a low scoff, like what you said was ridiculous. “I mean it, I’m not.”

You emphasized the statement by moving your hand down his chest, resting on his stomach instead and pushing lower until you were just near where his belly button would be. He was stiff and silent again but he’d never let you touch him like this before so you were practically vibrating from excitement.

His hand was roughly gripping your wrist when you brushed the leather on his belt but he didn’t throw you off of him, just stopping you from going any further down.

He looked pained when you moved your gaze back to his face and your pout formed again, catching on to the fact it seemed to be a weakness he had.

Clearly you were right considering he was using his grip on your wrist to move your hand back up to his stomach, letting it rest there surprisingly. He was finally taking his hand away and you almost mourned the loss of contact if it wasn’t for the fact he was bringing it upwards to brush your hair behind your ear.

“Why are you fighting this Daryl, why are you fighting me?” You brought your voice back down to a whisper and his eyes watched your lips as you spoke.

“Ain’t no pervert.” He was quick to respond this time and his rough knuckle gently rubbing over the smooth skin on your cheek, another obvious showcase of your differences. “Too young to want me like this.”

“I know you’re not a pervert.” You leaned into his touch and a small breath escaped him at the action. “But I am.”

He let out a short laugh at your blunt statement and you couldn’t help but smile down at him, glad he was relaxing somewhat even if his body was still tense against yours and he wasn’t letting you touch him yet.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve laid right here thinking about you.” Your voice sounded more familiar to him now, that typical low purr like you were trying to lure him in for the kill. “Touching myself wishing it was you.”

His eyes shut quickly almost like he was pained by what you were saying and the smirk playing on your lips nearly slipped through, hand running down his stomach again and feeling a surge of excitement when he made no move to stop you this time.

“Quit.” The gruffness barely registered in your ears and you pouted when he was shaking his head (more towards himself than you). “Stop runnin your mouth.”

“You could stuff it.” You were leaning in to whisper the words into his ear now and your hand was pushing up his shirt just enough that you could feel the trail of hair leading down into his jeans. “That would shut me up.”

His hips instinctively lifted off the bed at the feeling of your fingers drifting under his waistband and your mouth parted at how manly he really was, prominent happy trail accompanied by the earthly smell being enough to drive you even further in your fantasies about your age gap and the sheer difference between the two of you.

“Always working so hard to keep us all safe, just let me take care of you.” You were pushing past the point of no return with a graze of a kiss against his neck, hand under his belt now and lifting the waistband of his boxers.

Daryl surprisingly said nothing as you wrapped your hand around him but you could hear him grunting and feel the vibrations against your lips that were licking and sucking his warm skin, painting marks on his neck and whining softly when you felt how hard he was getting from the small movements.

His big rough hand was cupping your forearm again but this time he wasn’t trying to stop you from touching him, instead attempting to ground himself as you started to stroke him the best you could with the restriction of his jeans.

“Bet you’d fuck me so good.” You couldn’t stop yourself from breathing out the words to him even though part of you figured more dirty talk would scare him away faster, mouth still moving against his neck and jaw as you spoke in between the kissing. “Cock this big would stretch me open, might have to force me to take it.”

You were practically moaning even though he hadn’t touched you outside of the tight grip on your arm, overly turned on just because you had him in this position finally.

The words you were whispering had already made him close his eyes in a pained squint with his mouth parted to try to stop himself from grunting too loud, not at all engaging outside of allowing you to get him off with your small hand.

You were just breaking another kiss against his neck to speak again when you heard light shuffling right outside your blanket door, most likely just somebody walking around restless from the hard day but the small noise was enough for Daryl to completely stiffen up and throw you off of him before you could even process it.

He was up and off the bed quicker than your head could turn to stare at him and you watched with wide eyes as he threw the curtains open and disappeared down the prison hallway.

——

Leaving your room the next day was harder than you had imagined it would be and for the first time in a long time you felt yourself overwhelmed with embarrassment, an emotion not very common for you considering how hard you’d worked to be overly confident at all times.

“Something the matter?” Tyreese had the type of calming voice that always seemed to get into the corners of your frantic mind you sometimes didn’t even recognize, shoulders losing some tension as you sighed and glanced at him. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Just a long night.” You settled for the routine answer that any member of your group would give whenever the looked particularly troubled, a silent understanding that some things were just too hard to talk about.

He nodded with his pursed lips forming a light smile and you returned it when he was squeezing your arm softly and walking away, leaving you standing there in the common area and sighing to yourself again.

Daryl was nowhere to be seen for most of the day but you weren’t surprised by that, figuring he’d make himself scarce both to avoid you and because the guilt he’d feel whenever he’d speak to your dad or little brother.

Eventually the sun was setting again and almost like clockwork you were seeking him out, finding him in the corner of the cafeteria block speaking in a low voice to Carol and Beth.

You stayed still and watched him very carefully as he interacted with them both, your eyes scanning over his casual posture and the way he watched Carol as she walked away. Something nasty settled into your stomach at the same time as he squeezed Beth’s arm softly in some form of reassurance, almost exactly what Tyreese had done to you earlier but this left you silently fuming.

He had his shift in the watch tower tonight and you followed him up there after about an hour, making sure everybody else would be asleep so there was no room for interruption.

You didn’t knock on the door but you did push it open slowly enough that he could assume you weren’t a threat and wouldn’t be alarmed enough to defend himself. Peeking your head around the frame to see him in a tense position before sighing when he saw it was you.

There was no greeting or attempt at small talk and instead he went straight into ignoring you, pretending you weren’t leaning against the wall and watching him and he laid out a sleeping bag on the floor.

“I’m older than Beth.” Your voice was a little too loud for how silent the night air was but it got his attention at least and he paused to look at you for a second, face clouded in irritated confusion as he failed to see your point. “Why is it okay with her?”

“You’re ridiculous.” His answer was immediately delivered in a scoff as he stood to his full height, glaring at you from across the room.

“You’ve thought about her.” Your tone left no room for argument and he didn’t respond this time, chest falling and rising from the angry breaths he was taking.

He shocked you by being the first to approach, crossing the room in wide strides that would have scared you if you didn’t already know that Daryl would never hurt you even with the amount of upset radiating off of him.

You both stayed like that for a few silent moments, you with your back pressed against the wall and a calm gaze staring up at him and him full of emotion as he watched you carefully. The tip of his boots were almost touching your shoes from how close he was and you did nothing but watch him and wait.

“Listen closely little girl.” You could feel his breath on your face when he spoke and you instinctively leaned forward, satisfied when he didn’t move back and you could feel his chest against yours for just a second before his hand was pushing you back against the wall. “It ain’t like that.”

“But it could be.” Your voice came out in a whisper which confused you because you didn’t even realize you were speaking so softly, hand finding its favorite place on the hem of his leather vest. “I wouldn’t tell on you.”

You could’ve sworn that you heard his breath stagger when your hand was on him again, most likely remembering the last time you and him were in this position.

“Ain’t like that.” His tone had completely changed now as he looked down at you and you would’ve smiled at the obvious signs that he was giving in to you but you didn’t want to snap him out of it and remind him why you shouldn’t be talking like that.

“It is like that and you know it is.” You were nodding your head along your own words as you spoke and he was just standing there, watching you as you smoothed your palm over his chest and rubbed over his shoulder before going back downwards. “Come talk to me when you accept that.”

He seemed confused and (possible wishful thinking) disappointment when you were dragging your hand slowly off of him and returning it back to your side, watching him closely for a breath or two before sliding sideways and stepping back towards the stairs.

You didn’t expect him to stop you and he didn’t surprise you by doing so, letting you leave even though the conversation felt more open than it ever had.

——

It almost felt like the universe was playing a cruel joke on you by having your dad come and tell you that a run was scheduled for the next day.

Not only had you stayed up late, waiting for everyone to fall asleep so you could go and have another pointless argument with Daryl, but sleep hadn’t come easy at all. Apparently this was all having some weird effect on your conscious even though you still didn’t believe you were doing anything wrong in your pursuit.

Your dad had given little details but you knew that there wasn’t a run in the world that Daryl wouldn’t volunteer for and your stomach twisted in excitement at the thought of him being stuck around you for any amount of time.

He clearly didn’t share the same feelings because you could see his face drop as soon as he realized you were following your dad and Michonne past the gates as you approached the van and Daryl’s bike.

“Hell no.” He was quick to voice his disagreement and your dad sighed in a way that let you know they’d had a conversation about this before. “I told you I ain’t babysit.”

You felt the immediate sting of offense at his comment and your glare turned sharp as you looked at him, perched on the leather seat of his motorcycle and avoiding your piercing gaze that you knew he could feel.

“I don’t like it either, but she’s ready.” Your father had turned to give you a quick glance and your shoulders squared at the pride swimming in his gaze, knowing it was a big deal for him to be watching one of his children leave the safety of the prison even if you were an adult. “And I trust you more than anybody.”

It hadn’t dawned on you that there was nobody else down by the entrance gates and you only just noticed the fact Michonne had started to saddle up a horse and scribble on a small map.

Daryl seemed to process that you were going on the run together without anybody else at the same time as you did and his face grew darker whilst you broke out into a grin.

“We’ll be fine.” You were eager in the way you turned to plant a kiss on your dad’s cheek before taking a few steps closer to the archer who was watching you now with a scowl. “Right daddy?”

Your father clearly thought you were addressing him and attempting to get some type of comfort about your safety, nodding his head and starting to speak about something regarding the route you were meant to take.

Daryl wasn’t as foolish as his friend and knew exactly what you were doing, eyes locked on yours as you waited to see how long it would take for him to break away. He surprised you by holding your heated gaze until your dad was raising his voice as he wished you good luck and safe returns, giving him a quick head nod before he was clearing his throat and starting up his bike.

You were overly giddy as you approached and pulled yourself onto the back of it, sliding on easily and wasting no time before you were wrapping your arms around his middle.

He made a small grunting noise of annoyance at the feeling of your hands on his stomach but you ignored it until you were pulling away from the prison and out of sight of the other group members, squeezing him tighter and resting your head on his back now that you were in the free world.

If he was surprised that you didn’t try anything then he didn’t show it but you wondered if he thought about it.

Daryl couldn’t seem to figure out and your intentions out and every little thing you did threw him off more. He had come to terms with the fact that you wanted him in ways you shouldn’t, for whatever strange reason you did, but the way you looked at him occasionally (when you weren’t trying to get in his pants) was even more confusing.

The same type of confusion that stemmed from the way you softly rested your head on his back and kept it there for the entire hour ride to the small strip mall circled on the map.

You didn’t even complain when the bike eventually stopped and you climbed off slowly although he could see you wince from pain the stretch of your legs and vibration of the motor

caused.

“Good?” His voice was more hoarse than normal from how tight his throat had been the entire ride and your big round eyes looked up at him in surprise, looking the most innocent you had since the first few months he met you.

He could remember you back then clearly, a lost and confused girl who had just lost her father and went through the end of the world nearly alone. Lori had been overly concerned and paranoid about Carl and when she wasn’t doing that, she was off in the woods with Shane.

Daryl could remember sitting there at a dying fire, night after night, and watching the look on your young face as she brushed your brother’s hair or went off into the woods with the former officer.

He knew you were pretty, he’d be an idiot to not notice it, but he had never thought for a second past the initial observation. There had been a handful of times that he had to shut down Merle’s plans to make a pass at you, barking out the fact you were just a kid.

There had been dozen of things that Daryl had done when he was your age that proved he wasn’t just some kid but the soft look on your face was enough for him to feel a pang of panic the first time your gaze turned heated while looking at him.

“It’s been awhile.” Your voice was as soft as it was back then as you spoke and for a second he had forgotten what he asked you before your eyes drifted back over to the parked bike.

He nodded his head and gave no further reply despite the immediate regret at the dismissive action.

You did a good job following behind Daryl and listening for his almost silent cues about where to go and when, easily clearing the front room of the strip mall that would give you access to the connect stores.

He’d almost forgotten that you existed outside the prison and that you had survived for a long time, he’d almost forgotten you existed outside of his head at all.

It made him feel that much more stupid that you were effortlessly searching shelves and moving around seemingly finished off walkers while he could barely focus on where he was stepping. You had become his biggest distraction without him even realizing it and his eyes were locked on you the entire time, ignoring possibly good supplies around him.

You could feel his eyes on you and it was taking everything in your body to not smile at the knowledge, knowing he was constantly one stint of embarrassment away from closing off on you.

You’d picked up on the fact that Daryl had an issue with you ignoring him back at the prison with the random guy from Woodbury, seeing him get so irritated that he had actually pressed you on your advances for once.

The fact that was something that made the older man tick was bringing so much excitement to you that it was almost impossible to pretend to be impartial.

Your eyes widened when he opened the door to the next hallway and all you could see was knocked over shelves and cabinets. It looked almost unmovable but you stared at it long enough to see small wedges in between some of the metal, glancing over your shoulder to see if Daryl had noticed the same thing.

His eyes were already on you and he gave you a quick nod, waiting until you pressed you back against the door before he was moving forward and inching into the hallway.

For once your lust for him was coming secondary to concern as you watched him get deeper into the dark tight space, neither of you knowing what was on the other side or in between the fallen shelves.

You could hear him whistle under his breath and you perked up at the subtle command, scooting forward exactly like he did. Your smaller size allowed you to get there much faster than he did and he tensed up when he felt your hand wrapping around his bare arm.

“You won’t fit. I’ll go.” Your voice was lower than a whisper and you rocked onto your tippy toes so you were closer to his ear.

He shot you a glare at the suggestion and it was just bright enough that you could see the hardness on his face at the idea of you going forward alone into a space he couldn’t easily get to.

“Ain’t happening.” He was shaking his head and chewing the inside of his lip, your hand tightening around his arm until you released your grip and softly rubbed it absentmindedly. “Your dad wou-“

“My dad isn’t here.” You got louder than you should’ve and you both immediately held your breath to listen in and make sure nothing had heard your small outburst, annoyed at his constant need to place your father between you even in times like this. “I’m here and you’re too big to fit.”

Although you had lowered your voice back to a whisper, he still was tense as he stared down at you.

You sighed softly at his stubbornness but the fact that you were stood toe to toe in a dark and tight space was catching up to you, a low heat building in your stomach despite the danger on both sides of the hallway.

He didn’t even seem to be breathing as your hand rubbed up his arm before coming to his neck, trailing along it and eventually cupping his jaw in a way that made him tilt his head against the touch. You figured it was instinctive but you still smiled at the smallest show of acceptance from him.

Daryl was both tired from the long day and overly frustrated after being around you alone without your attention on him so he didn’t stop you when you were leaning against his chest and pulling his face down towards yours.

Your lips just barely grazed his before you were pausing and looking through your eyelashes at him, pleased to see his gaze had turned low and heated. He clearly was about to let you kiss him but you knew the run was too important to let yourself get distracted even if the opportunity was one of a kind.

“Let’s hurry up and get out of here.” Your familiar purr of a voice was back and he almost nodded in acceptance before remembering what you had been requesting and steeling up.

“Nah.” He was quick to step back away from you and you could do nothing but call his name as he ducked under a fallen cabinet and disappeared down the hallway, leaving the stretch of light that had allowed you to make out his figure moving in front of you.

You stood there for a few silent seconds with your heart in your throat, pounding so hard you thought you might get sick. You couldn’t hear him moving through the dark anymore and you were starting to quickly panic.

“Daryl.” Your voice came out louder than it should’ve and you pulled your knife back out of its holster, glancing behind you with fearful eyes at the sound of walkers groaning and searching for the source of the noise. “Daryl please.”

You knew it was stupid to continue to call out to him but you were driven forward by worry for him as you went more breaths without an answer from the other side of the hallway.

Whispered curses escaped you as you gritted your teeth and put your knife back as you readied yourself to duck under the metal and follow him into the dark, only getting to slightly bend over before you felt something grabbing roughly at your ankle.

Being unprepared allowed the walker to immediately pull your foot from out underneath you and you hit the ground so hard you saw stars for a second, gaining awareness at the exact moment you realized you had been screaming.

You were quickly at the walker with a fearful sob as you tried to search for your knife that had fallen loose from its holster, a breathy gasp leaving you when you heard the metal shelf above you shaking and whining from the force of the walker pressing into it.

You were stuck between being crushed by the weight of it and pushing yourself closer to the walker, its hands digging deep into the fabric of your boot in an attempt to drag you closer to its snapping jaw. The silent hallway had exploded in the sounds of you fighting to escape so you barely heard the metal being thrown around behind you.

Daryl had cleared the hallway in a fraction of the time it took him to get through it and you slumped fully against the floor when his boot was coming down hard on the walkers head.

You scrambled backwards to get away from the gore as he delivered a few more unnecessary stomps, grunts of anger escaping him that made you jump a little with each sound.

“Daryl.” Your soft and scared voice calling out for him seemed to immediately pull him back out of his rage and his gaze snapped over to you, entire face softening when he saw the expression you had.

He was quick to lower himself on the floor next to you, seemingly not even noticing the blood and remained of the skull he’d just smashed seeping into the fabric of his jeans. His rough hand was coming softly to cup the back of your head and help you sit up, being abandoned in the air when you quickly got to your knees and threw yourself against him in a hug.

“You’re alright, I got you.” His low voice and reassurance was lighting a spark in your emotions and you embarrassingly felt a sob build up, swallowing it and focusing on the vibrations of his chest against your cheek.

“I should’ve listened to you.” Your words were muffled but he squeezed your shoulders tighter at the sound of you placing blame on yourself. “I’ll stay at the prison.”

You lifted your head just enough to be able to see the pained look on his face, torn between the thought of you being out here with him where it was dangerous versus the idea that you’d be back home where he couldn’t protect you.

The two of you stayed like that for a few seconds, staring at each other and weighing your options and the fact that your life could have been over if one factor was slightly different.

He seemed to know what you were planning before you even shifted because suddenly his lips were pressed against yours and you couldn’t tell who initiated it.

Daryl kissing you felt like everything suddenly clicked and you couldn’t imagine a world where something this good could lead to anything wrong. You were quick to kiss him back with all the passion and none of the experience, mouth moving desperately against his.

The feeling of your hands on his vest and arms was familiar by now but he still tensed at the skin on skin contact, immediately distracted by the whine you let out when his bicep flexed as he shifted his weight.

“Please.” Your voice was breathy and he almost felt like he was going to pass out hearing it.

If he thought you were an issue to his focus before than he was definitely screwed now seeing you look up at him with your swollen lips and pleading eyes, looking like you’d just pass away if he didn’t give you what you wanted.

Daryl had come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t as strong as he thought he was a long time ago and he knew it was only a matter of time but that still didn’t prepare him for how he’d feel after almost losing you and having to live a life of regret and missed opportunity.

For once, he didn’t have a second thought when he was laying against the ground as gently as he could and the resolve finally ran out when he followed right after.

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d1xonss · 9 months ago

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so ours babys a lil insecure bc of reader and his lil age gap he vents it to rick a little and since shes such a social butterfly literally talking and befriending everyone he gets upset and starts to think lowly of himself like theres younger men men who arent busy leading the community so they can spend all their time and affection on her blah blah he gets these crazy thoughts and she comforts him eases all his worries ):

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✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Reader

✧ Era : Season 6

✧ Pronouns : she/her

✧ Genre : Angst/Fluff

✧ Word Count : 3.1k

AN ~ Aww sad:(( but we love Reader comforting Daryl, it's one of my favorite things to write. And an age gap too?? I love it. Hope you enjoy!

“You’re ridiculous.” Rick spoke with a scoff.

Daryl’s eyes narrowed slightly at the man, not necessarily because of what he had claimed, but because it almost seemed like he hadn’t listened to him at all.

He already felt a little ashamed going to his friend in the first place to talk about how he was feeling, something the man rarely ever did. But that alone showed how desperate he seemed to be for any kind of advice, willing to put himself out there to express what had been going through his mind recently in hopes of some sort of reassurance.

He didn’t really know what had been going on with him recently, but ever since the group had made it to Alexandria, his insecurities slowly began to eat him alive. He started to take note of his appearance a little more, now that they actually had mirrors in the houses provided for them, seeing for himself how much older and tired he really was. It shouldn’t have bugged him as much as it did, but yet, it seemed to be all he thought about. And that constant loop of thoughts only traveled to another, thinking about how much living on the road seemed to age him, while the woman he was madly in love with stayed so young and beautiful.

She was absolutely perfect, not a single flaw, while he on the other hand had countless ones that he couldn’t seem to just get over and ignore. But that wasn’t the only aspect about her that seemed to cloud over his mind. She was quite the extrovert, making friends everywhere she turned as she was constantly radiating such a good and friendly energy. It even drew him in towards her from the start, falling victim to her charming personality. Though it wasn’t her kindness that made him a little more self conscious than before; it was the fact that a few younger men had obviously taken a liking to her natural sweetness ever since they moved here.

Now he knew that she would never cheat on him, the thought never even crossed her mind, but that still didn’t stop his jealousy from bubbling over to a point of no return. Wanting to beat the shit out of any guy who looked at her for just a little too long. He wasn’t blind by any means, and some of them had a hard time hiding the sneaky glances they were taking at his woman whilst she was just in her own little world.

Though the longer he seemed to stew over it for the months and months they had lived there, it made him start to wonder if maybe she would be better off with someone else. Someone a bit younger, more energetic, more outgoing. Someone that matched her personality better than he did. It was no secret that they were polar opposites, but he always imagined that they completed each other in a way, not even thinking twice about it. However, now that he had all the time in the world to think, it slowly started to consume him, thinking more about how he didn’t deserve her at all. But hell, maybe no one deserved her.

The man then seemed to snap out of his thoughts, scoffing toward Rick who was looking at him with a small smile, “Man, m’ bein serious.” he grumbled.

“So am I.” Rick shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he tilted his head a bit at him, “I really don’t think you have anything to worry about man. You two are always attached at the hip, she loves you…I think you might just be in your own head about it.”

He sighed heavily as he thought to himself for another moment, his thumbnail in his mouth as he contemplated why he was confiding in Rick in the first place. At this point he had it in his head that the man was just telling him what he wanted to hear. “I dunno…” he eventually muttered in response.

Rick only shook his head, “You shouldn’t be so focused on this. You’ve always known how nice she is, everyone loves her-”

“Man, that ain’t the problem. I already told ya that.” Daryl interrupted with irritation in his voice.

“I know…I know.” he assured, “I guess I just don’t see the connection of how you came up with the idea that she suddenly deserves someone “better.”

The archer shook his head with a light scoff, “Seein her talkin with those guys…something kinda just clicked that she should be with someone more fit for her…” he trailed off for a moment, before pathetically shrugging his shoulders again, “I dunno.”

Rick honestly couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Although, he could, he knew that Daryl sometimes got like this, thinking he didn’t deserve the things that he was given. But he never thought he would be standing here listening to him speak about how you would be better off with someone else. Anyone who even caught a glimpse of the two of you could easily see how in love you were with each other. He swore the sight could potentially make someone sick.

The man then cleared his throat, “Well…if you want to know what I think, I say you should talk to her.”

“Talk to her?”

Rick couldn’t help but laugh at how baffled he looked at the suggestion, “Yeah, talk to her. Besides, I think she’ll have a better chance at reassuring you about this than I will, she seems more fit for the role.” he joked.

But Daryl on the other hand scoffed, not exactly loving the idea, “This shit’s already embarrassing, why would I wanna bring it up to her? Didn’t even really wanna bring it up to you.”

“Thanks.” Rick said dryly before stepping closer to slap a hand on the man’s shoulder, “But just trust me on this, alright? You need to tell her how you’ve been feeling. Because if I know you at all, I know you want to keep this bottled up. But that’ll just make it worse and you know it.”

He was right. As much as Daryl hated to acknowledge it, he knew deep down he was right.

But that didn’t stop him from wanting to put it off every chance he got, pushing it into the back of his mind as he always seemed to do in hopes that it would just go away. Though he knew it wouldn’t, he couldn’t bring himself to want to think about it right now.

He went home later that night utterly defeated and clueless on how to even approach the topic in the first place. When the time dreadfully came around, how would he even bring it up? He was never good with words, especially when it came to something about how he was feeling. It was all just stupid and complicated in his mind, not knowing how to actually piece together the things he wanted her to know. But he knew he had to try.

The front door opened and shut with a small creak as he entered the house, kicking his dirty boots off to the side before he softly called out your name. But all was quiet, not a single sound of your voice calling back to him, to which he only assumed you were still out somewhere in the community. It wasn’t often you stayed out this late, but he silently knew that if someone needed the extra help, you would do it in a heartbeat.

The older man sighed deeply to himself before trudging up the stairs, wanting to get out of the filthy clothes he was trapped in before settling for the night, waiting for you to come home. He couldn’t ever really fall asleep without you there. He didn’t know if it was because he would always worry too much if you weren’t right beside him, or if he just physically needed your touch to relax, but it had to be somewhere in that ballpark. Perhaps both…definitely both.

He entered your shared bedroom with a tired huff, beginning to undo the buttons on his vest before folding it sloppily and setting it off to the side on the dresser. His hands then moved to peel off his dirty shirt that stuck to every part of his tanned skin, raising it over his head before throwing it in the hamper across the room to be washed. He ran his hands through his hair to get it out of his face as he crossed the space to get himself another pair of pants to sleep in, when suddenly his movements stopped short.

The tall, full length mirror that sat off in the corner quickly caught his attention as he saw just a brief glimpse of his reflection dancing behind the glass. He blinked a few times as he knew he shouldn’t look too close, knowing it was only going to add fuel to the already ongoing fire. But a part of him couldn’t help it, seeing as it was too late now that he had taken notice of a few new flaws he hadn’t spotted before. It was like some kind of sinkhole that he couldn’t escape from, looking over the things he hated the most about himself over and over again.

He slowly stepped closer toward the object even though he knew he shouldn’t, seeing himself a little more up close as the moonlight poured through the window just above him to illuminate his figure. His eyes scanned everything he could make out in the slight darkness, seeing the wrinkles that were now more prominent on his forehead. Seeing the dark circles under his eyes from the exhaustion and stress that had been weighing on him constantly. And seeing the scars that littered over his entire body.

“Daryl?”

The man nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of your soft voice from behind him, spinning around to see you standing in the doorway. Your eyes widened a little in surprise. Never had you recalled a single time where you had been able to catch him off guard, accidently sneak up on him enough to make his heart skip. He had always been aware of his surroundings, the man had the instincts of a goddamn cat. So to say you were surprised when he hovered about five feet in the air at your presence, would be an understatement.

You raised an eyebrow at him in slight concern, “You okay?” you asked softly as you approached him with hesitance.

Daryl’s stomach had plummeted to his ass, a heat rising in his cheeks from embarrassment as you caught him staring down at himself for a bit longer than usual. He swallowed thickly as he saw you walking further into the room, nodding a bit quickly, “Yeah…m’ fine.”

Though the way he spoke was far from convincing, his voice coming out a bit higher than usual, and the reassuring smile he tried to send your way being a little too forced for you not to realize. Your eyes narrowed toward him in slight suspicion as you came to stand right in front of him, taking in his appearance. There was something that was clearly circling his mind, you had noticed for far longer than he thought you did. But you always knew when there was something off about him.

You gently reached out to grab one of his hands in your own, “Come on…don’t lie to me.”

He sighed softly, knowing that he should just bite the bullet and tell you, but he couldn’t bring himself to just yet. “Just…just had a rough day. That’s all.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” you said with a slight shake of your head, watching as he furrowed his brows a little in question. “You’ve been acting off for weeks now, you really didn’t think I was going to notice?”

His eyes widened. Shit.

A small smirk formed on your lips as you clearly saw that you had caught him in a little white lie. It was written all over his face. You squeezed his hand in reassurance, “I’m not upset…I just want you to talk to me.”

He knew he couldn’t avoid it forever, especially after Rick gave him that little wake up call earlier to just rip the bandage off. But he hoped he could put it off for at least a few more days, wanting a little more time to prepare the things he wanted to express to you honestly. Though he could tell just by the way you were looking up at him, that you wanted answers, and he couldn’t just ignore what was standing right before him.

He sighed softly as he looked at the ground for a moment, before slowly nodding his head, “Alright…” he started, not even knowing where to take this. “Look…maybe…maybe this ain’t workin.” he blurted without thinking.

Your eyes widened a little, “What?”

Daryl’s eyes then grew as well realizing just how bad that sounded, quickly shaking his head, “No, no, I- I mean…that ain’t how I meant for it to sound at all.” he reassured, before taking another moment to collect his racing thoughts. “I’ve been…thinkin recently and…I ain’t gettin any younger. Hell, I feel like I aged five extra years just from bein out on the damn road for so long.”

You nodded along slowly, not really seeing where this was heading, “So?”

He sighed softly, “So…I’ve been thinkin bout how…maybe…ya deserve to be with someone a little more fit for ya. Someone younger than me…someone who can give ya what I can’t.” he spoke almost regrettably, like he dreaded even saying those words out loud in the first place.

The truth was, he never wanted to let you go, that was a knowing fact that didn’t need to be proved. But at the same time, he didn’t want to hold you back from a chance at a better life. One that you so clearly deserved.

But your expression seemed to soften drastically, now hearing his explanation out loud, it all seemed to click in your head. Why he had been acting off for the longest time, it was because he was just thinking too much about something that meant absolutely nothing. When you first noticed his odd behavior, you automatically assumed you had done something wrong without realizing. But now hearing it out loud, hearing how hurt he sounded, all you wanted to do was hold him and never let him go. Wanting to reassure him for the rest of your lives if you had to that he was truly the only man you would ever want.

A small huff passed through your lips, “Sweetie…that’s what this is about?”

Daryl shrugged a little in response, “Well…yeah. I’ve seen ya makin friends with a lot of the people round here…it just crossed my mind that…maybe-”

“Stop.” you said gently as you moved even closer to him, reaching up to give his arms a gentle squeeze, “Don’t say another word.”

His gaze softened as he stared down at you, regret filling him completely as he saw just how his words had affected you.

“I love you…so much.” you whispered as your gripped his arms a little tighter, “I’m not looking at anyone else…I don’t want anyone else. No one else on this whole damn planet would be a better fit for me than you. I don’t need some younger guy. I’m not even friends with them, they only come talk to me if they have a question about something. And most of them aren’t very bright.” you said bluntly, earning a small chuckle from him. “I just wish you had told me about this sooner.”

He bit his lip a bit shamefully, “I know…m’ sorry. I just thought…ya might be better off-”

“I won’t.” you insisted, “You’re all I will ever need…you hear me?”

A small smile grew on his face upon hearing that, knowing that you meant every word. Though there was still another thing hovering over his mind. “Even though m’ an old man?” he asked half heartedly, though a part of him was still serious.

You rolled your eyes a bit, “Just because you’re older than me doesn’t make you an old man.” you laughed softly, “But if that’s something you’re really worried about…I promise to stick around even when you’re eighty.” you winked.

His lip quirked up a bit in amusement as he reached out to place his hands on your hips, gently tugging you closer, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” you nodded, “You won’t get rid of me that easily.”

You then felt his thumbs start to rub soothingly along your hip bones, still a little unsure if this was truly what you wanted. To be with someone like him. “Ya promise?” he eventually asked.

You tilted your head a bit at him, “Come on…what do I have to do to convince you that I want this forever?”

The man was silent for a long moment as he thought to himself, absentmindedly still running his thumbs along your hips as he stared down at you. The truth was he didn’t really need anymore convincing than what you had already told him. Just by the small bit of reassurance you provided, he felt as though he was lighter, a weight being lifted from his shoulders knowing you were his. But still, he couldn’t imagine a more perfect time to make it even more official.

“Marry me.”

Your eyes widened a little in surprise, not expecting him to be so blunt let alone say those words to you at all. He never really struck you as someone who would want to get married at a time like this, but it’s not like you minded. As long as you were with him, that’s all that truly mattered to you.

Only now it felt as if the wind was knocked out of you, hearing him utter those words so clearly as if he meant it with his entire being. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit nervously, “Don’t joke about that, cause you know I will.”

He smiled down at you, shaking his head softly, “M’ serious.” he assured, raising one of his hands to run his thumb along your cheek, “Marry me.”

A lump began to form in your throat as you felt yourself get a little more emotional seeing how real this was becoming. Seeing how serious he was. He really wanted this.

“Okay.” you whispered with a small nod of your head.

His smile only grew, “Okay?”

You nodded a bit more frantically as a large smile broke out onto your face, “Yes…yes I’ll marry you.”

He chuckled, pure relief and happiness filling him completely as he picked you up in his arms, spinning you around lightly as you squealed in surprise. Though he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to seal the deal as he gently set you back down on your feet, kissing you deeply as he felt you hum into his mouth. A part of him almost couldn’t believe that you had agreed, wanting to truly be with him forever. But then again, with the way you looked at him, with the way you said yes with little to no hesitation at all, he knew. You were his forever.

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Daryl Dixon X FEM.Reader

Era: Season 2, farm

Summary: Daryl had been badly injured while searching for Sophia and your daddy had ordered Daryl to stay overnight in your house. The archer had his own room with a bed and you took care of his wounds. But one time you had sneaked a peek into his room while he was jerking off and he caught you.

Warnings: +18 CONTENT, FEMALE Reader, spanking, fingering, AGE GAP (Daryl is in his late 30s, Reader is 20 years old), teasing, perv Daryl, masturbate, Reader watches Daryl masturbating

Words: 2.5k

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PoV (Y/N):

The world was ending and, as my daddy would call it, "sick" people were running around. But suddenly a group of survivors came to us and they brought an injured boy to us. Apparently Otis had shot him and another girl was missing. My daddy took care of the injured boy and meanwhile the survivors were allowed to live with us in the front yard. They were not allowed to enter our house except for Rick and Lori, the parents of the injured boy.

I was the middle daughter of the Greenes. Maggie was my older sister and Beth was my younger sister, but I still wasn't allowed to do much with the survivors. It kind of annoyed me, but I could understand my daddy, after all we didn't know these survivors. But one survivor seemed very interesting to me. I think his name was Daryl, but I didn't see him very often. He looked for the missing little girl every day and only came back late at night. Inside, I already gave up hope of getting to know him better, but one day I got my chance.

One day Daryl came back badly wounded and he had also been shot by Andrea. Apparently he had also received one of his arrows in his side. My daddy took care of his wounds and now he had to lie in our guest room. While my daddy took care of his wounds, I brought him food and towels to wash himself with.

But while I was with him, I hardly spoke to him. I came in with a "Hello" and left with a "Ask if you need anything.". But not because I was afraid or because I didn't want to talk to him, I just didn't dare. Even though he sometimes looked at me with a non-grumpy expression on his face, I didn't dare say more. But it didn't seem to bother him, he actually seemed to enjoy the peace and quiet. But I really wanted to talk to him.

But today I wanted to do it differently. I had some food in my hands for Daryl and I was about to knock on his door when I suddenly heard a soft moan coming from his room. At first I thought he was moaning because of the pain, so I quietly opened the door so it was ajar. I quietly looked in to see if Daryl was really moaning because of the pain. But when I saw why he was really moaning, I turned bright red and my cunt started to throb and tingle.

Daryl had his back turned to me, I could see his bare back, which was covered in scars. I had noticed these scars many times, even though he constantly tried to hide them. Sometimes I had to come into his room when he was sleeping to bring him new clothes or leave his food there. My eyes sometimes fell on his broad back and, accordingly, on his scars.

Daryl's right arm moved up and down very quickly, while in his other hand he held a white cloth. He pressed it close to his face, probably to muffle his noises. Although I didn't have much experience with sexual things, I knew enough to know that Daryl was jerking himself off. Although I couldn't see anything, his noises were enough to make my panties wet. I put the food I wanted to bring him on the floor and then my hand wandered between my legs, under my skirt. I slowly pressed my middle finger against my clit, through my panties, and a quiet gasp escaped me. I did my best to be quiet, since everyone was still near the house. Not inside the house, but close. And Daryl was still behind the door.

The sound of skin slapping against each other became faster and faster and Daryl's breathing became faster too. As his hand moved faster, my movements on my clit also became much more faster. I closed my eyes, completely lost in the feeling of masturbation. My panties became wetter and wetter and my legs began to shake while I wished and imagined Daryl was moaning my name. My legs eventually gave up and I slowly knelt on the floor. On the other hand, I could briefly hear Daryl moaning very loudly before I heard nothing more. But I couldn't stop touching myself and imagining Daryl moaning my name, his rough fingers massaging my clit and stroking my skin. With my eyes closed, I gasped a little louder, his name also escaped my lips sometimes.

God, I was so lost in thought that I actually heard him say my name. "(Y/N)?… Hey…" But soon I was surprised by reality when I felt a rough hand on my shoulder. I immediately jumped and looked up at Daryl, his cheeks bright red. He looked at me confused and a little annoyed and I already knew that he knew what I had just done. But he also seemed uncomfortable, because his cheeks were bright red and his hands were shaking slightly. Maybe this was just the aftereffects of masturbating. "D-daryl…!?" Shocked, I pulled my hand away from between my legs and looked at his plate, which was next to me. The food had probably gone cold by now.

"I-i…! I can explain…!" I stuttered harshly, while I held my hand that had been satisfying my clit until recently. My fingertips shone slightly from my arousal seeping through my panties. But I didn't want Daryl to see them, even though he probably already knew what I was doing.

The archer remained silent, he just looked between my legs. There was something sparkling in his blue eyes before he turned around and looked down at me. At first I was afraid he would tell my daddy and I would get into so much trouble. "Come with me." Daryl then said suddenly. Without waiting for my answer, he went into his room and sat down on his bed. Swallowing hard, I got up anyway, taking the plate with me so that no one would get suspicious. Once inside the room, I put the plate on the bedside table and stood in front of Daryl. He looked down briefly before looking up at me, I couldn't even read his expression. "Ya were watchin' me, righ´?" He asked suddenly.

I didn't think it was possible, but my face turned even redder than it had been before. Swallowing hard, I looked down at the floor, feeling incredibly uncomfortable that he was now confronting me like this. The last time I had felt so pathetic was when Maggie had caught me kissing a picture of my favorite actor at the time. But this situation was a whole new level. But I didn't wanted to lie to Daryl, he was a good man. "Y-yes… I-I'm sorry, I didn't want-!" "Lay over ma lap. Now." His words confused me even more. Had he just told me to lie on his lap so that my butt was in the air? But I didn't contradict him, I just nodded silently.

I moved hesitantly towards him and knelt down on the bed next to him. At first I looked at Daryl quietly to make sure that this was really what he wanted. But his dark blue eyes looked at me stubbornly, as if they were telling me even more forcefully that I should finally lie across his lap. So I nodded slightly before I lay across his lap, my hips now over his thighs and my butt was stretched up a little. "'S yar family in yar house?" He asked as he lifted my skirt. Now I felt completely naked in front of him and my shame grew more and more. Daryl could now not only see my ass, but also my wet panties. "N-no…" I answered his question anyway. "W-why-!? Ah!” I gasped loudly when I felt him slap my left butt cheek.

It wasn't a hard slap, but he wasn't gentle either. It was hard enough to make me gasp and whimper, but not hard enough to hurt me. Another slap, this time on my right ass cheek. Whimpering, I dug my nails into his bed cover that was underneath us. "Yar dirty, ya know tha'?" He suddenly asked. I couldn't even answer his question before he slapped my ass again. I pressed my legs together tightly, even though these slaps hurt somehow, they also aroused me at the same time. I felt myself getting even wetter and my lower abdomen tingled strongly as I felt his slap on my ass again.

Whimpering, I pressed my face into his bed, but this was also a mistake. The bed smelled like him. How could it not smell like him, he was lying in this bed the whole time. Daryl's smell made my eyes roll back slightly and my whimpering turned into a quiet moan. While he slapped my now red skin with his right hand, his left hand held my legs down, as I sometimes lifted them out of reflex. "Dirty girl… ya like tha'?" He asked suddenly. A quiet whimper escaped me again, but I didn't answer him. Yes, I liked it, but I didn't want to admit it. Daryl remained silent for a while before he lifted some of the fabric of my panties and let it slap against my skin again. "Yar so goddamn wet…" He growled quietly.

Before I could react, Daryl pushed my panties aside, now he could see my wet pussy. "D-daryl…" "Shhh… be quiet." He said, in a stern but at the same time gentle tone. I hadn't known Daryl for long, but I believed and trusted him. It was dumb, yeah. But I didn´t really care. I could have pushed him away at any time, his grip wasn't firm or hurtful. He slowly let his finger slide through my wet folds before he pressed his rough finger against my clit. Panting, I pressed my legs together tighter and whimpered a little louder. For a while, Daryl massaged my clit in circular movements and I kept moaning and whimpering quietly. "D-daryl, please…" My voice came out quietly. At first I thought he hadn't heard me, but when he slid his fingers to my entrance, I got a cold shiver.

"Ya wan' it here?" He then asked, circling his finger around my entrance. Breathing heavily, I nodded slightly before pressing my face into his bed covers. His scent immediately filled my nose again, and he slowly pushed his finger into me. "Fuck, yar tigh'…" Daryl murmured quietly as he slowly began to move his finger. I was wet enough that he could start right away and I didn't feel any pain, it just felt weird. "D-daryl…~! G-god…" I murmured quietly as my grip on his bed covers became tighter and tighter.

Daryl just growled softly before he curled his finger slightly. He gently pressed his fingertip against my wet, tight inner walls and the hairs on my neck stood up. At some point Daryl added a second finger and he moved his fingers much faster now. Moaning, I pushed my ass even further towards him, which made him slap my ass with his other hand. Little tears of excitement came to my eyes, the mixture of his fingers inside me and his slaps on my ass provoked an orgasm in me. My breathing became faster and stronger while my legs trembled more and more. "Ya cumming?" The archer asked as he slapped my ass again.

"Y-yes…! P-please~…!" "Please wha'?" "P-please, make me cum~!" I moaned loudly and trembled even more. Daryl moved his fingers as fast as he could and pressed his fingertips against my special spot, which made me see black for a moment. Daryl slapped my ass once more and hit my special spot once more before I moaned loudly into his bed and came around his fingers. My head was spinning as Daryl slowly pulled his fingers out of me and gently stroked my ass. "'re ya good?" I heard Daryl ask in a soft voice.

Humming, I nodded slightly, but I was still trying to recover from the orgasm. I had touched myself before, but I had never been so overwhelmed by an orgasm, if I ever had one. "Yeah, yeah… I'm good…" I murmured quietly. I lay still for a while, Daryl adjusted my panties a little and pulled my skirt down again so that it covered my ass.

When I finally got myself together, I slowly climbed down from him. My face was still bright red and my legs were shaking a little. Daryl just looked up at me quietly before looking down at his food. "Can we… do this again?" I asked uncertainly and then looked at him. Daryl remained silent for a moment before turning back to me and looking at me again with his unreadable expression. "If ya wan´? Jus´… don´ tell yar old man." A certain joy and hope spread through me, but I didn't show it, I just nodded. Then I left his room again and closed the door behind me.

Somehow everything went a little too fast for me, but I didn't regret it for a second. So I went back to my room with a big grin to change my panties.

PoV Daryl:

I stayed in bed for a while before looking at my fingers, which were still wet from her orgasm. Something stirred in my pants again as I hesitantly put my fingers in my mouth and tasted them. God, she tasted as sweet as she looked. Of course I knew that she had been interested in me for a long time, but I never dared to speak to her properly because of our age difference. But this situation that happened recently made my heart beat faster and I could now dream about it every night. How her pussy wrapped tightly around my fingers, how her ass slowly turned red with every slap and how she moaned my name. God, I was already looking forward to the next time.

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daryldeerdixon · 6 months ago

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Get off my back - Daryl Dixon

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Summary: A great fascination for the youngest Dixon took over you ever since the Quarry. Daryl notices and in fear of reciprocating your feelings, he continuously pushes you away. After Andrea shoots him, you don’t leave his side with the excuse of keeping an eye on him.

Warnings: Implied age gap (reader early 20s, Daryl late 30s) Fem!reader, Usual TWD gore, mentions of injuries, angst, yelling, mean!Daryl, failed-ish attempts of comfort, slightly medically skilled!reader, cigarettes, Daryl being a little too abrasive.

Era(s): Quarry, Greene farm.

Word count: 1.7k

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Your eyes were trained on him the second you got to the group. As days went by, he seemed to have cast a spell on you, hypnotised you with something only he had. You saw beyond his mean persona, his rugged ways only making his vulnerability shine through. How you treated him didn't go unnoticed, not by him, certainly not by the rest. Always ensuring he had everything he could use before leaving for a hunt, sparing him extra food because 'He needed the extra energy', even small insignificant details like leaving his folded clothes at his tent door were starting to get to him. He felt like you could read him better than he could himself, which made him want to hate you.

Daryl kept everyone at a distance, but you were kept even farther. It bothered you and occupied your thoughts like a plague, you were practically living with the sole purpose of showing him he was worth everything you'd ever do and more. He had pulled something within you, although it was beyond your comprehension, you let your instincts and desire take you over. You were anything but pushy, you didn't try to force yourself onto his life, content with giving and not receiving even a glance your way in return. The archer hated that he couldn't bring himself to hate you.

In a fucked up world where the dead roamed, injuring oneself with the simple task of carrying firewood seemed flat-out stupid. Angry mumbles escaped the man as the log fell with a thud. "Goddamnit." Your eyes lifted from your task of shaping branches as stakes, at the sound of Daryl's grumbles. Blood dripped down to the ground as the blue-eyed man fixated on his newly obtained cut.

"Sit." You pointed to the nearest makeshift seat, marching your way inside your tent to look for your precarious medical supplies. "Wha' " He growled, squinted eyes now settled in your back, as he obeyed your command.

"You heard me." You replied in a quiet mumble, carrying alcohol, iodine, and bandages in one hand. You accommodated yourself on the ground at his feet, hands grasping his injured one in one swift but gentle motion. "Won't need stitches." You assured. Worried demeanor showed through your actions and on this occasion, he couldn't look away.

His stare changed from your face to your working consistently, as you finished wrapping the bandage expertly he looked at you through his eyebrows. "Ya' a doctor 'fore all this?"

A nostalgic smile crept up your face, usually content eyes now clouding with sadness. At your change of aura, he wished he could take back the question, even if he didn't understand what was wrong in his doing. "Sorry." He spoke barely above a whisper, raspy voice making him nearly unintelligible

"Third year of med-school. 'bout to start my fourth." He nodded, now wrapping his mind around your medical knowledge, you did look too young to be a doctor.

After that evening he stayed even further from you, which you didn't think possible. Still, you abstained from offering to look after his wound, knowing he was capable of doing that himself, and knew it would bother him to have the obligation of holding a conversation with you every day. The archer hated that you knew all that, proving his point of you being able to read him like your favourite goddamn romantic novel. If his mind stayed too much upon it, he would drive himself insane.

The next few weeks were hectic, in a matter of days you were already starting to get settled in a new location, a family farm that was lending you the place till the shot kid, Carl, healed and the lost kid, Sophia, whom Daryl frantically looked for, resurfaced from god knows where.

You paced around camp, Daryl had left earlier that morning and while that wasn't odd, the unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach was. "He's fine." Carol smiled at you, laying a comforting hand on your shoulder. Your brows furrowed, answering your own silent question as to how she knew what was on your mind. Being sly was never your strength.

"I know." You smiled, rubbing her back up and down in a reciprocation of her action. You admired how she stood strongly, after the death of her asshole husband and the disappearance of her daughter, she had survivor written all over her face. The calm atmosphere faded at the series of unfortunate events that continued to unfold before you. A shot, screaming and a bloody, limp archer being carried inside the house.

As Hershel worked on the wound at his torso, which you were relieved to know was not a walker bite, you got your hands on the bullet graze at the side of his head. The youngest Dixon would be fine, back on his feet in a few days time, that didn't wash away your anger at the blonde now standing behind you. "Oh my god, he's going to be fine, right?" Andrea questioned for the billionth time.

Your eyes travelled back to her. "You won't be if you don't shut your mouth." Attention back on your stitching, you mumbled an unintelligible cuss, anger practically bubbling out of you.

That night you slept curled up in a chair next to his sleeping form. He had woken up multiple times, only having the strength to look around the room and then doze off once again. You kept constantly waking up to check for a fever, maybe a broken stitch, anything putting his life at stake, your mind could not rest easy. Andrea had apologised to him and even to you, but you brushed her off, too angry to hold a conversation on the topic still.

The idea of not having the archer around made your heart sink. His rough hands that you ached to hold, blue eyes that got smaller the brighter his surroundings got, the unsympathetic yet very empathic personality that made him so fucking special, and his fear of being loved which pulled you close to him. Losing Daryl Dixon would've made you wish you stayed at the CDC. That would've been the day when you wouldn't be grateful at Doctor Jenner for giving you a shot at life.

"You need to stay in bed!" Exasperated, you grabbed both of the brunette's shoulders, pushing him down on the bed. The morning of the second day after his accident, Daryl wanted to get back on his normal doings. He glared at you sideways, the corner of his mouth lifting up before he spat out the words.

"Get off my back, bitch. Don’ need ya’ pesterin’ me like you’re ma’ goddamn babysitter.” He pushed you off him with a strength he couldn't seem to control under his rage spell. The volume of his voice grew louder by the second. “Always ´round ‘ere. Big brown eyes starin’ like I’m bein’ exhibited. I ain’t your pet. Sure as hell ain't your boyfriend.” Now on his feet, he held the bedsheets to his torso as he looked over the room for his clothes.

You stared at him, not a sign of emotion on your features, though you wished you could yell back, maybe even shed a tear or two, but you knew it would be uncalled for. Same way everything you had been doing was.

You extended your hand holding a pile of folded clothes, his folded clothes. The brunette snatched them from your grip without care, launching them onto the mattress behind him.

His body caged yours, one of his hands gripped your forearm as you were backed up into a wall. Your free hand went to rest against his bare chest, no pressure inflicted nonetheless. “Dar..” You whispered, chin pointing towards the ceiling to look into his eyes.

“Don’ call me that like I’m your friend. Ya’ could be gone tomorrow ‘n I wouldn’t give a goddamn shit.” His grip tightened as his face inched closer to your own, so much his breath fanned over the tip of your nose. "Yer so desperate t'be loved it shows how ya never have been before, but I don't do charity, so go bother somebody else and leave me the hell alone!."

He stood like that for half a minute, keeping you in place with his hand clutching your skin tight, though his grip fell the second he noticed a hint of pain in your eyes, though you weren't sure if it was for his grip or his words, implying you weren't worthy of anything. Making you feel small. He pushed himself off you, taking a good few steps back. "Get the hell outta 'ere." He yelled, pointing with his uninjured side to the, hopefully empty, hall behind the bedroom door.

You had vanished. Completely erased yourself from existence for the rest of the day. You grabbed the pack of cigarettes you had kept after your last run, a lighter, and climbed up the tree furthest away from everyone. You sat on the wide branch with your knees to your chest, the stilled bike belonging to the man you had pestered all this time staring right back at you, yelling the same words he had hours ago. He was right, couldn´t argue against anything he said, as much as it hurt, it was the truth.

You were down to the last two tobacco sticks, an unlit one being hugged by your reddened lips from all the nervous biting. "Hard as shit lookin' for ya in this state." His grumble woke you up from your daydreaming, eyes landing right on his as you brought the fire to your cigarette. "Wha's doctor doin' with a smoke? Don' tha' kill you?" He tried to joke around after being met with radio silence on your part. Attempting to rip something out of you.

A small smile formed on your lips, shrugging. "Gonna die sooner or later." You weren´t big on it, but ever since you were sixteen cigarettes were a habit of you that was embarrassingly hard to let go of. His head was at level with your legs, you weren´t too far up and he didn't lack height. Hence why he easily reached for the last cigarette and the red lighter beside you, lighting it up swiftly.

" 'm sorry." He whispered. The view you had was one you wanted carved onto your skin. The sun setting behind the archer, his dirty blond hair being lit up by the orange beaming from the large figure. Cigarette between his lips, as well as your own, and a shy hand, going to rest on your calf in an awkward comfort-inducing mannerism he wasn´t too experienced with.

" 's fine." You smiled, hand enveloping his. "i'll get off your back."

"Don'. I like ya' pesterin' me."

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i kinda hate it but i got it done lol

Anyway, my requests are open! please leave me anything you'd want to read and with no promised deadline I'll get it done :)

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lunajay33 · 5 months ago

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Just a Taste🖤

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Summary: Reader knew lusting after him was wrong, him being her gym teacher and all but when she comes across him again when the world ends she can’t resist

Pairing: Negan Smith x f!reader

Warning: Age Gap, 18+

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I know it’s wrong but god I want him so badly, sure he’s my gym teacher but a girl knows how to appreciate an attractive man, the way he’d smirk when I’d sass him back or the way he’d help me with warm up stretches, pushing his body so close to mine I’ve become addicted to his cologne , but what could I do he’s my gym teacher, sure I’m 18 but a girl can dream

The day of my graduation I finally found the courage to approach Negan, walking right up to him behind the bleachers as it was an outside celebration, a cigarette lit as he huffed out a cloud of smoke, I never was one for the smell but being around him I couldn’t get enough now

“Hey angel, shouldn’t you be celebrating with the others?” He smirked as I stood next to him

“Hmmm I’d rather be here with you Mr.Smith” I said batting my lashes seeing his smirk widen making my knees weak

“Is that so baby girl? I’m sure you don’t wanna waste your time with an old man like me, what the guys your age don’t satisfy ya?” He asks as he blows smoke in my face

“Mmm no one makes me feel the things you do”

“Holy shit darling you’re one hell of a minx, never seen this side of ya before but god is it refreshing” I took the cigarette from his hand taking a slow drag feeling the smoke envelope my lungs

“Maybe you deserve a little graduation gift don’t you think Angel?” His lips mere inches from mine as he sucked in the smoke I breathed out

“I think I do, I’ve been so good” right as our lips were about to touch screams and chaos erupted all around us

Pulling apart I notice blood all around people ripping the flesh of my fellow classmates and some people that were still lingering around from the graduation, I felt a tight grip around my waist pushing me in the opposite direction of all this mayhem

“What is happening Mr.Smith?” I asked running with him right next to me

“Don’t know sweetheart but we gotta get the hell outta here”

We got close to his truck when a group of walkers got in our way splitting us up, having to run in separate directions, I tried getting back to him but neither of us could risk it with the amount of chompers around

“STAY ALIVE! ILL FIND YA SUNSHINE” he screamed as we got pushed further and further apart

I ran and just kept running until I got back home, my family was gone they didn’t even wait for me, the realization dawned on me that I had to do this alone, so I gathered a bag and filled it with clothes, the food that was left over in the pantry and getting anything that could be used as a weapon in the garage

I changed into some more appropriate clothes for this crazy situation that this town has found itself in god knows where else

“Okay you’ve got this, all you’ve got to do is survive just survive somehow” I tried encouraging myself as I slung my bag over my back and drove off out of town having no clue where I was heading

Gas ran out quick leaving me to wonder on foot through the Georgia woods thinking it would be safer than the roads, after 2 months of wandering having to fend for myself, running scarce of food and killing and walkers that came near leaving me exhausted and covered in blood

Finally I came to a break in the trees leading to an open field with a farm house in the middle, not a walker in sight, I sighed in relief feeling like I’ve finally found a break even just for a little while, I got to the house noticing tents set up, still early in the morning the people set up here must still be sleeping

“Who the hell are ya?” I heard a gruff voice behind me, I turned frightened noticing a man with a cross bow pointed at me, he had scruffy hair and a scowl

“Oh umm I’m sorry I’ve just been walking and I came across this place I just wanted a break, I was gonna ask…..I just need rest even just for today please” he looked me up and down before lowering his bow, his expression softening

“Come on I’ll show ya around”

Thankfully that day it wasn’t a one day rest and the group embraced me as one of their own, Daryl became like an older brother teaching me how to hunt, always watching over me, Maggie always went out of her way to check up on me and she’s become like a sister, I got along with everyone else as well but Daryl and Maggie meant the most to me

When the farm fell Daryl saved me from being torn apart, the 9 months on the road after that looking for a new home they always made sure I got a bit of extra food

Finally we found the prison and we had a while of peace, sitting on the railing of the watch tower looking out over the yard when Daryl came and sat next to me

“Ya okay?”

“Yeah just thinking about stuff”

“Like what?”

“The day everything happened it was my graduation day, it felt like my life was just starting and I had my whole life ahead of me, I even had a guy I finally got the courage to confess to in a way, I was so excited and god I had wanted him for so long and just like that it was ripped away from me, I still hear the last words he said to me before we were pulled apart, he said he’d find me” I sighed feeling the weight of what could have been weighing down on me, I still think of Negan all the time, the way he’d wear a black top showing off his tattoos that always had me clenching my legs in class, how his arms would flex when he’d help me stretch, or when the smell of cigarette would come my way I remember taking his and feeling his lips brush against mine

“Don’t give up peach, he might still be out there, I’ll make sure ya have a future”

“Thanks Daryl”

When the prison fell I was lucky to escape with Tyrese and Judith and the two little girls until we came across Carol, with carols help we saved the group from the cannibals, reuniting with my new family, the we were on the road again until we got saved yet again and found a new home in Alexandria, everything was going well, Maggie was pregnant, we had a home that was safe with food, I always wanted to help the group with what ever problem arises but Maggie and Daryl kept me out of it, always saying I should stay in Alexandria and help things run smoothly

So when the group came back bloodied and empty of emotion I was confused

“What happened where Daryl? Where’s Maggie is she okay?” I asked Michonne as she seemed to be the most put together of the group

“We shouldn’t have left you in the dark, we’ve been up against another group they cornered us they….they killed Abraham and Glenn, they took Daryl, Maggie is at hilltop hiding out and getting the help she needs with the baby” my world felt like it was crashing down

“What? No this can’t be true, we need to get Daryl back”

“There’s nothing we can do”

A few days went by when that group that took some of my family away arrived in the streets and Alexandria

I ran out of the house seeing Daryl in ratty clothes standing at the gates, I looked next to him and it was him…..Negan was talking to Rick my heart started pumping fast and I gasped catching the attention of him, his smirk he had dropped as the attention of everyone around was now on us, he dropped his bat to the ground and before I knew it I was running to him jumping in his arms feeling his strong arms wrap around me and squeeze me tight

“I told you I’d find you sunshine” he stated he still smelled of cigarette and that cologne that had me want him to finally take me right here right now

He set me down back on the ground squeezing my waist as I ran my hand along his cheek

“I’ve been looking for you, ever since that day, god I’ve craved your lips, your touch, I ain’t letting you go again Angel”

“Y/n? What are you doing?” I heard Rick ask from behind me

“Oh she’s mine done Ricky, been waiting to have her, should’ve never let you go that day”

“Y/n he killed Glenn and Abraham he’s the one that imprisoned Daryl” it dawned on me that this was the leader of the group that took people away from my family

I looked over at Daryl seeing how hurt he was

“Negan can I talk to you in private please” he placed his hand on my lower back and led me away from the clashing groups

“What is it baby?”

“This is my family, they’ve done so much for me, Daryl has saved me and protected me more times than I can count, if it wasn’t for him I would be long dead, and I wanna be with you, god do I wanna be with you but I need you to let him go, please I mean you still have to give me my graduation gift” I said smirking as I looped my fingers in the waist band of his jeans hearing him groan

“Fuck Angel I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’ll do it for you, he can go but you’re coming back with me, I’ve needed to feel you for too long, go say your goodbyes” he smirked as he slapped my ass as I walked back towards the entrance

“Daryl I’m so sorry I didn’t know, he’s going to let you go” he finally looked at me and pulled me into his arms

“Ain’t yer fault ya knew none of this, I can’t say I’m happy about this being the guy that ya told me about, but ya gotta do what makes ya happy, I’ll talk to the others” he said as he pushed me off back towards Negan

“I’ll see you soon Daryl”

Getting back to the sanctuary Negan showed me around until we got back to his own room, it was nice, the nicest room I’ve seen since before everything happened

“I can’t wait anymore Negan, I need you, please. I need you to fuck me” I whined as I felt him close behind me his hands brushing down my hips

“Whatever you want baby” he groaned into my ear as he started unbuttoning my jeans pulling them down as I was quick to rip off my shirt leaving me in my black lace panties and bra

“Damn look at that body” he said pushing be back down onto the bed, quick to rid himself of his own clothes, even more tattoos on his chest that had me desperate for more

“Like what ya see baby”

“God yes, please just touch me” he smirked as he started leaving sloppy hickeys down my neck to my chest, licking down my stomach to my panties, my heart was pounding, my head was buzzing

He pulled my panties down so slowly I whined my pussy aching from need

“Look at how wet you are baby and all for me, just a little taste first” he said before he licked up my pussy slowly at first before he started eating me out like he was a starved man, running my hand through his salt and pepper hair screaming his name as that pressure started building

“Fuck fuck I’m so close don’t stop” pulling away as I felt that pressure fade

“No please let me cum”

“Oh you’ll be coming angel, all night long” he laughed as he ran his cock up and down my slit jumping when he’d smack my sensitive clit

“Fuck I don’t think you’re gonna fit” he was huge, thick and long it had my mouth watering

“Oh it’ll fit and I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy raw” he said as he slowly pushed in feeling him stretch and fill me up to the brim it was overwhelming but god was it everything I’ve fantasized about

Hovering over me he was biting his lip his face scrunched in pleasure

“So tight, so know how long I’ve wanted this little pussy baby, to bend you over those bleachers and just fuck the attitude out of you” he said as he started thrusting getting faster and faster hitting all the right spots, quickly circling my clit

“Oh fuck I’ve wanted you for so long, god you fuck me so good” his cologne enveloping my senses, hearing him groan into my ear, feeling his cool rings run across my burning skin, everything I’ve dreamed of finally happening feeling that pressure build and build

“Fuck Negan I’m gonna cum please let me cum”

“Cum baby, cum on my cock, be a good girl come on” he said slapping my clit again pushing me over the edge

“OH FUCK” I screamed every nerve burning with desire, my sight clouded with stars, feeling his hot cum shoot inside me

“That’s it sunshine, let it go” his thrusts slowing until he finally pulled out making whine at the empty feeling

“Wow that was……mind blowing”

“We ain’t done yet baby, I’ve got years of fantasies to play out”

This was gonna be a long night

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