#daryl dixon imagines

[amordixon]

𖥔 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𖥔

⊹ being a good girl and letting him use your mouth

⊹ daryl said he was handy, in more ways than one, so you tell him to prove it. he took it literally.

⊹ he comes back from a run to find you waiting for him in his cell

⊹ he loves taking you from behind, burying you deep in the couch

⊹ he loves to tease you and get you dripping wet first

⊹ he says he's inexperienced but he's always hitting the right spots

⊹ he's been away on a run all week and he’s feeling touch starved

⊹ him needing you so badly the second you're alone in alexandria

⊹ the group notice you and young!daryl missing from time to time when you’re supposed to be helping out around the farm

⊹ when the cell block is empty, daryl refuses to waste an opportunity to be inside you

⊹ you love helping him relieve tension when he comes home after a long day at the commonwealth

⊹ you sneak into daryl's cell but there's only so much you can do without risking getting pregnant

⊹ you were being extra bratty and he needed to teach you a lesson

⊹ young!bf!daryl who always sneaks into your room during the night when he needs to get away from his own house

⊹ young!daryl loves treating you like the pretty little slut you are

⊹ young!daryl loves watching you squirm as he thrusts deep inside of you

⊹ you’re always shocked by how good it feels when he’s inside you

[b1eedthefreak]

Sweet Dreams

daryl x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, sleepy/subby reader, thigh riding, overstimulation, crying (from pleasure), soft dom Daryl, lots of praise, aftercare, tenderness, use of pet names (good girl, baby, i think sweet girl i forgot)

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The night was quiet. Crickets chirped low outside, and the wind creaked against the windows. Daryl lay still in bed, one arm slung across your waist, the slow rhythm of your breathing brushing over his bare chest. You were warm, curled up next to him, dead asleep… or so he thought.

Until he felt it.

A tiny shift at first. Then again. The slide of your hips against his thigh.

His eyes shot open.

“…Baby?”

He whispered it low, voice still thick with sleep. He felt your body shudder faintly in his arms—your breathing shaky now, your forehead pressed into his shoulder, your fingers gripping at his side.

He blinked a few times, brain struggling to register what the hell was going on.

And then it hit him.

You were riding his thigh. In your sleep. Little, slow, desperate rolls of your hips, your panties damp against his bare skin. Fuck. His whole body tensed, but not in shock. He had to grit his teeth to keep himself still, watching your face crumple into the softest pout.

You were whimpering. Not sad. Needy.

His poor girl, dreaming about him and chasing it in your sleep.

Daryl’s hand trailed slowly up your back, petting gently, his lips brushing your temple as he murmured, “Sweetheart… that what you need, huh?”

You didn’t wake. Just kept going, a little faster now, your thighs trembling from the effort. He could feel the heat soaking through his thigh and it made his cock twitch in his boxers.

He couldn’t help it, he lifted his leg just a little, angling it right where you needed, guiding your hips with one hand.

“There ya go baby… that better?” he whispered, pressing kisses into your hair. “Get yourself off, darlin’. Use me however you want…”

You whimpered again, one broken little sob of need, and your fingers clawed into his chest.

Then you gasped.

Eyes fluttered open—wide and glossy—and you froze. Cheeks burning. You were mortified.

“D-Daryl—wait, I—I didn’t mean to—” You were panting, dazed and shaky, but too close now to stop. “I—fuck—I was so close—”

Daryl cut you off with a soft hush, cupping your cheek.

“I know, baby. S’okay. You ain’t gotta stop now.” He sat up just enough to hold you better, dragging your hips forward. “Let me help you finish, yeah? You were doin’ so good without me, but I gotcha now…”

You whined at the contact, body jerking forward as his hands gripped your hips and started rocking you against his thigh again, this time rougher—deeper.

“Daryl—please,” you choked, tears welling in your eyes from how fucking close you were again already.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Rub that needy little pussy all over me,” he muttered, nose buried in your neck. “Take what you need. Make a mess on me.”

That was it.

You shattered.

Your whole body locked up, back arching as the orgasm hit, soaking through your panties, your cries muffled into his shoulder while your thighs shook around him.

“There ya go, baby,” he praised, holding you through it. “Such a good girl… makin’ a mess for me, just like that…”

You sobbed softly, overwhelmed, heart racing.

Daryl held you close, gently easing your spent body down into the sheets. He kissed your face, your cheeks, your lips, every tear. His fingers brushed your hair back.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low.

You nodded, sniffling. “Mhm… sorry…”

“Nah,” he whispered. “Don’t be. You can use me anytime you want, baby. I’ll always take care’a ya.”

He tucked you into his chest, thigh still slick where you’d ridden it, and hummed against your forehead.

Within seconds, you were already asleep again.

And Daryl just smiled.

“Goodnight,” he muttered, pulling the blanket up around you both.

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a/n i have two more daryl smuts sitting in my drafts should i post them guys erm

[kissesfordaryl]

intertwined, sewn together.

daryl dixon & his lover best friend.

(soft daryl hcs bc i love him)

daryls first instinct is to push you away. he felt that the rest of the group saw through him and only recognized his brother, but not you. never you. he didnt know why you were so nice to him- didnt even believe that you were genuine. but you persisted and eventually managed to weasel your way past his walls, following him everywhere he went. he realizes that hes most true to himself when hes with you.

you two are practically attached to the hip, never seen without each other. half the time youre not even doing anything special, only being in each others presence. as soon as youre away from him, hes asking around to see where youve gone.

you loved sneaking away from the rest of the group and into the forest, following the sounds of rushing water or watching the wildlife scurry past. although daryl knew the woods better than you, he let you lead the way.

as you secure a spot along the river, he settles in besides you, knees knocking against yours, his crossbow forgotten to the side. you pretend not to notice, but sometimes he'll stare at you for moments on end, a small smile forming.

youre basically the only one who can make him laugh- full on belly laugh. your arm is draped around his shoulders as you whisper jokes no one else can catch, and then hes doubling over in concealed laughter, a hand coming up to hide his smile.

its always just been normal to share everything between you, from food to deodorant to blankets to tents to beds to drinks. there was no yours or his. just an ours.

as new additions to the group come along, they always get the impression of daryl being rather intimidating or quiet. theyre always surprised when he sees him with you: laughing like a school-kid and bickering over something stupid.

no one else is surprised when he shows up wearing your clothes and getting defensive at all the stares hed be getting. "what? all my clothes are dirty, s'not my fault."

he only lets either carol or you call him stupid nicknames. the stupider it gets, the more funny.

one time on a run, you found these matching necklaces. he scoffs when you hand it to him, but makes you put it on for him. hes never seen without it again- and will lose his shit if he loses it.

most of the time, he'll listen to you babble on about whatever, but he could talk your ear off just as much. you laughed at how expressive he could get, hands waving around as he explained his distaste to a certain topic.

no one knows when you got together, in fact they like to make bets on it- but one random day youre leaning down to press a kiss to his lips like youve been doing that forever- and everyone just continues on.

while i was making this it crashed and didnt save so i had to write this twice.. (p.s. ive got a couple requests so know im working on all of them! just wanted to post something.. i write super slow sorry 😭)

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"What were you and Daryl doing outside the walls today?" Carol asked, walking back with you toward the armory to store your guns.

"Oh, nothing really. He was helping me with the rifle," you said.

Carol let out a loud laugh and her eyebrows lifted over her pale blue eyes which were sparkling with amusement. "Helping you with the rifle? What does that mean?"

You smirked at her. "Oh, you know... I'm still learning..."

Carol laughed again, absolutely delighted. "You could shoot a flea off a stray dog four blocks away!"

You shrugged. "Yeah. But he doesn't know that. And I'm sick of waiting around for the man to come up with his own reasons for us to spend time together."

Carol couldn't stop laughing, her heart light. "So, do you pretend to be bad??"

"Just enough," you said. "He told me I'm a natural."

Carol only shook her head. "I'm glad you're doing something about that. We'll all be in the ground before he overcomes his self-doubt."

"Oh, don't worry. I plan on helping it along plenty."

Prompt: "I'm still learning."

[margothel]

Strange Strange Man - (Daryl Dixon x Reader) - Part 06

A/N: Hey, guys!! I just wanted to thank you all so much for the support. I never thought people would actually read AND enjoy my story, but I'm so glad I was wrong. Also, once again, feel free to send in your requests!! Hope you all enjoy the chapter.

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If the world were still the way it once was, you might even enjoy the road trip you were on. The view outside was beautiful, at least when there wasn't a walker ruining the landscape. You glanced to the side and saw Jacqui gently wiping Jim’s face with a wet rag. But despite her care, his fever only seemed to worsen as the minutes ticked by. Sweat poured off him so heavily that the entire bench he was lying on was drenched.

Jacqui looked at you, her face betraying the hopelessness creeping in. It was clear she was starting to lose the fragile hope she'd been holding on to. Jim didn’t seem like he had much longer, and the CDC was nowhere in sight. Not long after, Jim asked to get out of the RV. Everyone stepped out of their vehicles, and he told them he couldn’t go on any longer. They helped him out and tied him to a tree. Rick offered him a gun, but Jim refused, saying it would be of no use to him.

Some people said their goodbyes to Jim, but not everyone was close to him. You could barely bring yourself to look at him, leaving someone to die like this was almost too much to bear, even though you knew he didn’t have much time left. He was slipping away, and there was nothing anyone could do.

Then, you felt a presence beside you—a sudden warmth on your arm. You glanced down at the rough hand resting there and knew it was Daryl. You met his eyes, and for a moment, his lips were pressed tightly together, his expression unreadable. He looked at Jim, then back at you. Giving your arm a light squeeze, he walked towards his truck.

You watched Daryl walk away, then quickly searched for Jacqui, knowing she’d need a hug right now. As soon as she saw you, she opened her arms and pulled you into a tight embrace, so tight that you could barely breathe. She was sobbing, and you knew Jim’s death would hit her harder than most—she’d been the one caring for him all this time. But it was time to get back on the road.

The atmosphere in the RV was heavy. Neither Dale nor Jacqui wanted Jim to meet his end so soon, and both were mourning the loss of their friend. Hours passed, and finally, the CDC building came into view. Outside, there were countless walkers lying dead, along with the rotting corpses of those who hadn’t even turned. As you neared the door, trying your best to avoid as many walkers as you could, you went to open it... but it wouldn’t budge.

Rick’s desperation grew as he tried to force it open. People around him started to panic, growing more and more nervous as he screamed for help, calling out for someone—anyone—to open the door.

Groans grew louder as walkers closed in on the group, a large horde slowly making its way toward where you were trapped. You gripped your machete tightly as people argued about whether or not to leave, but there was no time to offer your opinion. You had to start slicing through the walkers.

Shane was losing his mind, ranting about how he’d warned Rick that coming here was a mistake, going on and on as he hacked through the undead. You just wished he’d realize that nothing he said would change the situation you were all stuck in.

“You’re killing us!” Rick screamed at the camera, his voice frantic as he swore it had moved, a hopeless, desperate tone in his words.

Hearing Rick's frantic tone made your blood run cold. Your body felt numb, moving almost on autopilot. Was this it? All that you’d been through—was it for nothing? Would you die right here, at the gates of the very place you had hoped would be your salvation?

Then, suddenly, a loud noise and a bright light erupted behind you. For a moment, if you weren’t still tethered to reality, you might have thought it was Heaven’s door opening, ready to welcome you all into the afterlife. But the walkers in front of you kept you grounded, snapping you back to the present. You made sure no walker could reach you, then glanced back at the door. To your relief, it had opened.

Without hesitation, you began making your way inside as quickly as you could, along with everyone else.          

The man who saved you was Dr. Jenner. He insisted on testing everyone’s blood, and honestly, you didn’t care how many tests you had to endure. It was a small price to pay compared to the constant fight for survival outside. Once he was satisfied, Dr. Jenner gave you all a tour of the place and offered everyone a chance to take a shower. When he mentioned there was hot water, you nearly jumped with joy. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had taken a proper bath.

Everyone found their own rooms and headed to the showers. When the warm water hit your skin, you felt your muscles instantly relax. You decided to take your time, savoring the feeling. You didn’t want to think about it, but deep down, you knew you didn’t know how long this peace would last.

Running your hands through your hair as you washed it felt incredible, but then, a wave of unease began to grow in your chest. Anxiety. Your chest tightened, and your breath came in short gasps. You placed a hand over your heart, silently repeating in your head, 'I’m safe. We’re safe. Things will be okay now.' Slowly, the anxiety began to go away, and you finished your shower.

As you dried off and worked through your hair, you took a moment to really look at yourself in the mirror. You barely recognized the person staring back—clean, without the dirt and blood that had been caked on your skin for so long.

Getting into new, comfortable clothes, you stepped out of the bathroom. As soon as you opened the door, you came face to face with your blue-eyed savior—Daryl.

He looked different—a good kind of different. His short, light brown hair was a bit spiky from being damp, and his face appeared younger compared to the rugged, worn look he had before.

“Hey…” he said, glancing at you before leaning his back against the wall nearby.

“Oh hey, didn’t know there was a man under all that dirt.” you said, trying to lighten the mood. You mimicked his actions, leaning beside him.

He let out a small laugh that almost sounded like a scoff. If it were anyone else saying that to him, he would’ve been offended, but he knew you didn’t mean any harm.

“Could say the same to ya,” he replied, pointing at you. “Ain’t even know you were a girl.”

You slapped him lightly on the arm, and a comfortable silence settled between you. Both of you were lost in thought, reflecting on the events of the past few days. Daryl knew there was something he needed to say to you.

“…Listen, I ain’t good with words, and I ain’t no man who knows how to deal with all this—” he waved his arms around, “—emotional shit—but I know the way I spoke to ya wasn’t right.” He scratched the back of his neck and looked away, mumbling something so quietly you could barely hear it.

“Didn’t quite catch that.” you said, trying to get a look at his face, but he was still turned away.

“…Said I’m sorry.” he muttered, still not looking at you.

You turned your body toward him and tilted your head, signaling that you hadn’t quite heard what he said.

“…‘m sorry…” he repeated, glancing at you briefly before turning his gaze away again.

“What?” you said, raising your voice a little.

He turned to face you, his eyes wide, looking almost desperate.

“Goddamn it, woman, I said I’m sorry!” he snapped, nearly spitting the words out. “I’m sorry, okay?” He looked like he was about to break into a sweat.

You couldn’t help but laugh at how flustered he was.

“I know, I heard you the second time,” you teased, a smile tugging at your lips.

He sighed, looking almost defeated but, in truth, relieved that he finally got it off his chest.

“It’s okay, Daryl. I just hope you know better than to treat me like that again,” you said, your smile still present, but your words were serious.

He nodded, silently swearing to you—and to himself—that he would keep his emotions in check from now on.

After talking to him for a while, both of you decided to join the group and head to the dining area, where a table full of food and wine was waiting for all of you and for the first time since you’d met them, you saw everyone genuinely smile and relax. You had dinner, drank good wine, and for a moment, it didn’t feel real. This place could actually be a home for all of you.

The table was filled with laughter and lively conversation. As you laughed at one of Dale’s jokes, you noticed Daryl watching you from across the table. You met his gaze, and without saying a word, he raised a bottle in your direction. A silent toast. You smiled and raised your glass in return, seeing Daryl smile back for the first time. It was a rare sight, and it felt good, like he was finally letting his guard down, joking around with the group when he’d seemed so distant before.

You couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment, stunned. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or if it was simply the first time you’d had the chance to truly look at him. He was handsome—of course, you knew that—but seeing him smile changed everything. There was a new kind of charm in him, something you hadn’t noticed before.

Daryl shifted uncomfortably under your gaze. His mouth tightened at the corners, and his eyes flicked nervously around the room. He was embarrassed by your stare, feeling almost inadequate—unworthy— to be the focus of your attention. This night changed something inside of him, and soon he would learn to embrace this newfound feeling.

[thewalkingdilf]

daryl dixon can NAAWTT take a blowjob. bro tears up a little

god forbid he looks down at you

oh ABSOLUTELY not.

the first time he saw you on your knees for him, he thought he was gonna cum right then and there before you even started.

i feel like he’d be pretty sensitive as is, so having you in a position like that— your sole focus on pleasuring him, and him alone— would KILL him. he’d have a fistful of your hair in his hand to keep himself grounded, and he’d be practically panting over how amazing your warm, velvety mouth felt around him.

he’d tilt his head back, staring up at the ceiling absentmindedly, or squeeze his eyes shut in an attempt to avoid direct eye contact with you because he’s convinced that he wouldn’t be able to last if he saw you down there; one glimpse of your lips stretched around his girth, taking him as deeply as you could? he’d be completely done for.

i think he’d definitely get a little eager at one point and start to fuck your throat a bit, maybe you just hit one spot that made him react with a little snap of his hips. you’d gag from him hitting the back of your throat without warning, and only then would he look down— mainly out of concern because he realized he was practically choking you out with his cock for a minute there— and boy did he immediately wish he didn’t look.

the view of your now watering eyes staring up right into his own, the hot tears beginning to stream down your flushed cheeks, and the glistening streams of drool dripping down the corners of your lips and off your chin was enough to do him in.

the absolute raw, pathetic whine that would escape his lips (that would most likely embarrass the fuck out of him) as his cock twitched in your mouth, right before letting his warm seed spill down your throat would be enough to make you dizzy.

[xoxo-sarah]

I Missed This; Missed You.

My Wife part 5

Part 4 | part 6 (tba)

↝a/n: Short chapter just to get something out for you guys! I finally got around to watching Fear the Walking Dead and I want to write for it so bad. Send in requests!! I've only gotten to the start of season 3.

↝pairing: season1!Daryl Dixon x wife!reader

↝warning: illusion to smut but not detailed, usual TWD stuff, not proofread, kissing, showering together, domestic Daryl, foreshadowing 🫣

↝⎙ 4.10.25

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl Dixon, or any character from The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

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Jenner led you all through the hall, motion-sensing lights turning on the further you walked and off the further you walked away. Tenson still laid over you all, after what had happened in the cafeteria. Shane dragged behind the rest of you, feeling the distaste and judgment.

“Most of the facility is powered down, including housing, so yall have to make do here. The couches are comfortable, but there are cots in storage if you’d like. There’s a REC room down the hall that you kid’s might enjoy,” He turned, kneeling to Carl and Sophia’s height, “just don’t plug in the video games, okay? Or anything that drains power. The same applies–”

He stood, looking at the group as you all carried packs on your back and bags in your hands. “If you shower, go easy on the hot water.” Jenner turned, walking down another hall.

You stood there, registering what he had said.

Glenn turned around, grinning from ear to ear. “Hot water?”

T-Dog smiled from beside him, “That’s what the man said.”

They laughed in surprise before racing off down the hall.

You turned to Daryl, suddenly becoming aware of all of the caked up grime on your skin. Daryl watched your face as you scrunched your nose in disgust.

Water streamed out of the showerhead, beating down against the shower floor. Daryl turned the knob more, sticking his hand under the stream to feel the temperature.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, watching as steam clouded it. Still, the fluorescent lights highlighted everything. Your lips were pale aside from where the sweet wine had stained the skin. Eyebags dragged from under your eyes, puffing outward. New wrinkles had formed, especially your frown lines.

Sweat, dirt, and blood coated your skin. Hairs stood up every which way while simultaneously having oil caked on each hair- of which were knotted together. Blood still coated your arms and under your fingernails. Daryl’s shirt you had put on was stained with sweat.

“Missed ya.”

Your eyes flickered upward, watching as Daryl stood behind you in the mirror. The water beat hard against the shower in the background.

“Missed all of ya.” He stepped forward, arms rounding on your waist. He pulled the shirt you had fully unbuttoned off, throwing it to the floor. Our worn-out bra was on display. Blood had soaked through your shirt, staining the fabric slightly, from having to drag the bodies to their graves. But you didn’t want to think about that. Not at this moment.

He swiftly unhooked the clasp, letting it fall down your arms. Your fingers moved to untie the string that held your pants up. You stepped out of them, before turning to face Daryl.

He picked your hands up from where they hung by your sides. He undid the make-shift bracelet, gently laying it on the counter, before gripping your wedding ring. It left a visible band on your finger, where dirt couldn’t get.

There was a moment of tenderness and vulnerability between you two.

His rough, calloused hands gently engulfed your jaw, as he stared at you in awe. That look was strictly reserved for you.

Steam fogged up the mirror and shower door.

He leaned forward, thin lips kissing right beside your lips. This was the side of Daryl only reserved only for you. Hell, he didn’t even know he had this side of himself, until you.

Your eyes squeezed shut, voice a soft whisper, “I need a minute.”

Daryl let you pull away, pulling your last undergarment off, before stepping under the water. Warmth immediately flooded over you. Your muscles instantly relaxed. Your hands went to smooth your soaked hair back. You watched the gunk swirl down the drain, before tilting your chin to the roof, water soaking your face.

After a few minutes, the shower door opened, a naked Daryl looking at you. Moving away from under the water, you let him have his turn. He slicked his hair back, water droplets clinging to his lashes as he looked at you.

“How far do you think we’re going to make it?”

Daryl contemplated your question.

“Duh’n matter.” His tongue poked out, swiping the water from his lips.

You slowly nodded, moving to wash your hair.

-

You sat on the edge of the cot that Daryl had pushed to be flush with the couch. He was adamant on you taking the couch since there was only room for one, and him the uncomfortable cot. You eventually gave up trying. There was no point.

Daryl walked into the room, using a towel to dry his hair.

Disregarding the towel, he walked to you. He grabbed the hand you had been biting the fingernails off of subconsciously. He hated how you had that habit, which was hypocritical since he did the same thing.

“What’re ya worried ‘bout. We’re safe here.”

“For how long?”

“Don’t know.” His calloused hands ran up your arm, to the scratch. “Let’s just make the most of the time we do have, yeah?”

He cupped your face, smashing his lips against yours. His lips moved in a liquid motion of need.

You smiled against his lips, following his lead as he pushed you back on the cot. “Missed this.” He hooked one of your legs over his hip, leaving sloppy kisses from your cheek, down your neck, to the valley of your breasts. Your hands roamed his naked top half, over the scars on his back. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades. “Really missed this.”

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You laid comfortably on your side on the couch, looking down at Daryl. He laid on the cot, facing toward you. His hand laid underneath his scrunched pillow, giving his neck support that he hadn't had at the camp or sleeping in his truck. His lips were parted as he slept, emitting a small snore.

He looked so peaceful.

So oblivious to what the next day would bring.

Next part (tba)

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[etclouie]

Hihi! Congrats on 1k! You deserve it 💜💜

Can I maybe request something with Daryl with the prompt “No, i’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”?

˚୨୧⋆｡ — title; stay (daryl dixon x fem!reader)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — prompt/s; “No, i’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.” — from fluffy prompts

˚୨୧⋆｡ — warnings; established relationship, reader being kinda clingy, daryl giving in, alexandria era, that’s it tho i think (325 words)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — a/n; i’ll forever write this version of daryl

— celebrate 1k with me?

you’d woken to the feeling for Daryl sitting up in bed next to you, getting ready to go out for the day. 

reaching out for him in an attempt to pull him back to bed, frown painted across your face. 

“Daryl”

the call of his name had him turning towards you, his right hand cradling your face and his thumb stroking across your cheek. 

“have ta go”

he told, voice thick with sleep still. you sighed, moving towards him and resting your head on his shoulder. 

Daryl wrapped his arm around your waist while pressing a kiss to the top of your head, whispering to you again. 

“‘m sorry”

you shook your head, though the frown stayed on your face. 

“have ta let me go fer the day”

you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck. you could hear him sigh, his walls slowly wearing down but he had to continue trying—at least to try and convince himself. 

when your lips pressed a kiss to his jaw, he knew he had no shot. 

“no, i’m not letting you go. it’s too early to get out of bed”

your lips brushed against his ear as you whispered, sending a shiver running down his spine. 

his head tilted to meet your eyes, something akin to begging in yours which made him sigh again. 

he shook his head, slowly kicking off his boots and climbing back into bed with you. his body blanketing yours while a triumphant smile made its way across your face. 

Daryl nestled his head in against your shoulder, his arms on either side of your head while your fingers brushed through his hair. 

the warmth form your body pulled him back in, sleep slowly taking over him again—but not before he whispered to you again. 

“ya owe me”

you laughed, nails scratching softly across his scalp while he slowly purred at the feeling. 

“whatever you want, just enjoying my time with you”

reblogs are highly appreciated !

[daryldove]

My Obsession Grows

nsfw, sub!daryl x succubus!reader

𖹭 implied dubious consent, orgasm denial, public sex (they're in the woooods)

You lick your lips as Daryl's tanned, broad chest heaves under your touch. He's on his back, shirtless, trying to prop himself up on his elbows, and looking so irresistibly delicious that you wonder why you hadn't pounced sooner.

“Stop fighting it,” your voice is sultry, playful, you're having fun teasing him, and you're not bothering to hide it. Your hand holds his jaw as you grind your hips against the bulge under his pants, you knew it, as grumpy as he's trying to seem, he's getting off on this.

Daryl is wound up like a spring, eyes narrowed and body stiff. He feels too on edge, exposed—you're in the middle of the fucking woods, goddamn it—and the way you're acting so smug is pissing him off. But his body can't resist you, no matter how hard he tries, it's like there's a wall stopping him from denying you. And the more he spirals, he's not really sure anymore if he wants to. Admittedly, he's desperate and aching for something that isn't just his hand. So he can't find the energy to really care enough about anything but the perfect view he has of your tits. Or the way your hips feel straddling him, hot and flush.

Nor does he care that your skin shimmers in an unsettling way, or how your ears are just a little too pointy. He was freaked out at first, with the wings and the tail, too. Now he's just embarrassed by how much it's all turning him on. (And at this rate, what hasn't he seen? That chupacabra was real, thank you very much.)

Daryl grunts as your tail slides under his waistband, receiving a sly smile from you. He was just so easy to wind up, with an underlying eagerness to serve under all that masculinity. Surprising, but very much welcomed.

You lean down to lick along his bottom lip before capturing them in a sloppy kiss. You can feel how pent up he is, as if it's buzzing just beneath the surface of his skin. Your tail continues its journey, and Daryl lets out a choked moan as it wraps around his shaft. His head falls back, and for a second you're convinced he's gonna cum right then and there.

You raise your hips with a smirk, hands travelling down his thighs as you move back. “Best get these off first, hmm?” His pants are barely tugged down enough before your lips wrap around the head of his cock, causing his hips to jerk at your unexpected action. You don't slow, simply sliding your tongue up the underside of his shaft as you watch him with narrow eyes.

“Fuck–” Maybe pent up was an understatement, because it takes no time at all for Daryl's orgasm to start building. You can feel it practically radiating off him, can see it in the way he curls his fingers into the dirt floor. Only when he's at the brink, grunting and clenching a hand around your horn, do you pull away.

Daryl whines, a pathetic, tantalising sound that sends throbs of pleasure straight to your core. And rushes to prop himself up to look at you with a glare that would be intimidating in any other situation. “Patience, pretty boy." Your words only make his frown deepen. Cute.

[darylbae]

🩰𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🩰

titles in red are SMUT (do not read if you are under 18)

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

daryl having a crush

daryl sees you get hurt

daryl and sister!reader

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

pretty little thing

sweet thing

don’t know how to dance

never again

a dumb idea

trouble

crack shot

my girl and her garden

what if it gets worse

there ain’t no god here

if only you knew

spanish for dummies

night terrors

[darylslovelywife]

ཻུ⸙͎ s1 01- people come and they go

ཻུ⸙͎ daryl dixon x fem reader series

ཻུ⸙͎ angst | slow burn | reader has long hair | follows the original plot line | eventually smut | just angst guys

ཻུ⸙͎ summary: after learning that Rick and the others left Merle back in Atlanta, you, Daryl and the others go back into the infected city only to get ambushed

“Auntie [Name]! You looked over at Carl, who ran up to you; Sophia was busy braiding your hair since Carol was busy doing some chores.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Smiling at him he sat down in front of you.

“My mom told me to stay near you because she went out to the forest again.” He said as you raised a brow but nodded anyway.

“Of course, how about we play patty cake until Sophia is done braiding my hair?” Carl nods eagerly at this, smiling as you smile back at him.

“I want to play too!” Sophia says.

You laugh at this. “You'll get your turn, alright?” The little girl nods as she quickly finishes doing the braid, although it's a little messy, you keep the braid for the rest of the day.

When Lori came back, calling for Carl, who waved at you before running to his mom, you told Sophia to get some books so the two of you could read until her mother came back.

After a good hour or two, Sophia fell asleep, her head resting on your lap. That's how Daryl found you, he scoffs at the scene but doesn't say anything once he sees the tiny smile on your lips as you pat Sophia's head.

He went to go find Carol; she thanked you for watching her as she walked Sophia back to their tent, the little girl still half asleep as you sighed tiredly.

“Come on, gonna skin some squirrels I got.” He says as you stand up slowly, feeling your legs ache slightly.

Following Daryl, you two sit away from the rest of the people and begin to skin the small prey he hunted that day. Putting aside some meat, you gave the rest to the other women to cook for dinner later.

“When do you think Merle is going to come back?” You ask quietly, you two shared a tent often when you didn't want to sleep alone.

“Don't know. He better come back in one piece.” He says, laying down beside you, leaving some space in between as you lay there, staring at the roof of the tent that he made sure was warm enough for the night.

“Well, he and the others better be back soon, Glenn promised to take me next run.” You say to him, but he shakes his head.

“You crazy woman, ain't gonna let you go where those geeks are.” He says back after hearing that come from your mouth.

“Come on, Glenn knows what he's doing. Plus, I can take care of myself.” You say, frustrated, but he lets out a scoff.

“Don't ya remember how I found you?” He says reminding you as you bury your face in your blanket.

“I already told you I was coming back from a family dinner! A family dinner!” Your voice is muffled but playful as he cracks a tiny smile.

After 30 minutes of you letting out your frustrations of being the babysitter of the group, you fell to sleep pretty quickly after he promised to take you hunting tomorrow.

Sitting there in silence, he keeps watch for a bit, glancing down to look at you, your hair braided into a long braid. He's been telling you to cut it short, but you keep refusing to do so even after he explains the dangers to you, you say back that, one, you can take care of yourself, and two, he won't let anything hurt you.

“.....crazy woman…” he mutters to himself, laying down and facing the wall of the tent before going to sleep.

In the morning, he woke up to the sight of you buried in his chest, sleeping peacefully as his arms were wrapped around you protectively. Quickly sitting up, he rubs his face before putting the blanket over you and he steps out of the tent. The sun wasn't up yet, spotting Shane on top of the RV.

“[Name]’s gonna hunt with me today, find another babysitter.” He says, not bothering to hear what he had to say. Getting his things ready, and he wakes you up; he has that tiny smile as he watches you watch the sunset once away from everyone else.

The group of men surround the dead deer who had been eaten by a dead person before the sounds of sticks being stepped on made them freeze, Shane and Rick point their guns at the bushes. While the rest nervously hold a weapon in case of any more dead people.

Rick didn't expect to see a man holding a crossbow step out and a woman following closely behind who was quickly shielded by him, almost alerted by the guns pointed at them.

“Son of a bitch.” The man with the crossbow says upon seeing the deer on the floor, “That's our deer.” He says angrily, his hand gripping onto the woman's before letting go once in the clear area.

Rick only watched as she sighed quietly as Daryl kicked the dead person for eating the deer. She helps him take the arrows out of the deer, asking if he should just cut around the area where it was chewed from.

Which was quickly rejected by Shane. “Damn shame. Got a dozen squirrels, that'll have to do.” He says before the head beside his foot moves, making the two women watching, gag as they quickly walk away. Rick sees the woman kneel down and stab the head with an arrow.

Crossbowman nods slightly, approving of her actions before he walks past the others while she follows. “It's gotta be the brain, don't y'all know nothing?” He scoffs as Rick watches the two walk back to camp.

“Merle. Merle! Get your ugly ass out here!”

“He's probably asleep.” The woman says.

“Gonna wake his ass, gotta stew ‘em up.” The woman laughs a bit at this, but Shane steps up as they both turn around.

“Dary, [Y/n], stop for a minute. We gotta talk.” Shane says as the pair stops in their tracks.

[Y/n] raises a brow at this, sharing a glance with Daryl. “About what, Shane?” [Y/n] asks.

“About Merle.” He says as Daryl tenses up. “There was a problem in Atlanta.” The two froze, and [Y/n] stepped forward a bit. “What happened?” She asks.

“He dead?” Daryl says.

Shane and Rick share a look as the woman stares at them. “Well, is he or not?” She says, knowing if they don't answer quickly, Daryl would go apeshit.

“We're not sure,” Shane says as Rick speaks up, walking to them.

“Look, there's no easy way to say this so I'll just say it.” [Name] places a hand on Daryl's arm as he huffs in Rick's face.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Rick Grimes.” The [h/c] haired woman glances at LorI before Daryl gets into Rick's face. “Okay, Rick Grimes. You got something you wanna tell me?”

“We handcuffed him to the roof and left him there,” Rick says as Daryl stares back at him for a moment, his eyes tearing up as [Name] quickly goes to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as he wipes his eyes.

“You left Merle in the city? On the roof when it's 100 degrees out?” She says in disbelief. “He was a danger to us all.” Rick tried to reason but was cut off.

“Still, he has family here. Daryl, his brother.” She says before Daryl throws the squirrels he had tied to a string and throws them at Rick before he lunges at the man, but Shane intervenes; Daryl falls to the ground as he takes out his knife, but Shane quickly holds him down into a chokehold.

Rick squats down and talks to Daryl. “Look, I just want a calm discussion.”

“Woah! [Name] put the gun down!” Glenn says as the woman points a gun to the back of Rick's head, making Lori call out to her. Shane quickly points his gun at her, only for her to point a second one at him as well.

She signals to Shane to let go of Daryl with a tip of her head and the two stare at each other before Shane lets go of Daryl. Putting the guns away, she kneels down to Daryl as Rick speaks up again.

“Your brother doesn't play well with others. It had to be done or else everyone who was there would've died.” Daryl swats away [Name] hand as she checks for any injuries before looking at T-Dog who speaks up.

“I dropped the key, it's my fault. Dropped it in a drain.”

Daryl stands up, clearly angry and frustrated. “And to make you feel better, I chained the door, the geeks can't get in,” T-Dog adds.

Grabbing the [h/c] haired woman by the wrist, he walks away from them. “Hell with yall! I'm going back, just tell me where he is.” He says, his voice breaking.

After Rick says he'll go back to bring Merle back, the two go back to his tent, [Name] starts to pack a few things as Daryl cleans his arrows.

“You're staying.” He says. “Don't want ya out there with those geeks.”

The woman ignores his words, stands up, and starts to walk out to where everyone is at. “Yer hear me? You're staying.”

Glenn watches as the two argue, T-Dog beside him. “...don't think I've ever since she pulled out a gun.” T-Dog sighs. “Or…anything like that.”

“She's tough, saved my ass out in the forest.” He explains to Glenn, watching as Daryl huffs, clearly frustrated as [Name] climbs into the back of the van.

“Well, we know who won that argument,” Glenn says, the two smiling slightly. “I didn't expect her out of all the people to go help save Merle,” Glenn says quietly.

“That's her brother-in-law,” T-Dog says.

“Seriously? They're married?” Glenn says surprised. “I've been flirting with a married woman.”

“Auntie [Name] isn't married,” Carl says, suddenly showing up. “She doesn't have a ring.” He says, like it's common knowledge before walking over to the van. The two see Carl speaking to the woman before hearing Shane and Rick's voice.

Shane and Rick argue because Shane thinks it's not a good idea to go save Merle, but Rick insists before asking Glenn to come along. He hesitates but agrees when [Name] says he's good at doing this type of stuff.

“I still think you should stay,” Daryl says again to [Name] who lets out a hum, watching Carl go back to his mom.

“It's your brother, Daryl, even if he's a….interesting person, after all, you're helping me look for mine as well.” She says to him, smiling as Daryl huffs, looking away from her as his face heats up slightly.

“Of course, I'll help you.”

She smiles at this before looking back at her gun, “Guess guns are going to be a no-go.” She mumbles before Daryl hands her his knife.

“Take it.” He mumbles to her.

Before he turns around, yelling at Rick and everyone else to hurry up.

As soon as anyone who was going got into the van, they started to drive back to Atlanta to find Merle.

Sitting beside Daryl, your gaze was down on the knife he had given you. “He'd better be okay,” Daryl says, staring at T-Dog. “It's my only word on the matter.”

T-Dog sighs, “I told you the geeks can't get him; the only thing that's gonna get through that door is us.” He says confidently.

The van came to a stop, Glenn saying that they would walk from here; with Daryl's help, you jumped off the van, and all five of you guys started to jog in the direction of the city.

Carefully walking through the department store, following Rick's lead, you were standing behind T-Dog. Something shiny caught your eye, and you looked down to see a necklace with a purple cat as a piece of jewelry on it. Staring at it, you didn't notice Daryl looking back to see where you were; he followed your gaze.

“Grab it, and let's go.” He says to you quietly.

Getting to the rooftop of the building where Rick and the others left Merle, he was gone, and it clearly affected Daryl as she stood there in disbelief, tearing up once he saw the handcuffs empty.

A bloody saw was lying beside a hand, a bloody handcuff still connected to the thick pipe.

Sighing quietly as you look away from the scene, rubbing your forehead.

Daryl raises his crossbow at T-Dog, while Rick points his gun at Daryl. You could only watch from afar, knowing Daryl wouldn't pull the trigger. Getting a rag from Glenn’s backpack, you walk over to the hand as Daryl kneels down to grab it once he calmed down slightly. Carefully wrapping up Merle's hand and putting it in Glenn’s bag who just closes his eyes, trying not to think of it so hard.

Following the blood trail, all five of you going down the stairs and into an empty and messy office, finding some dead geeks along the way, Merle was well enough to kill the random geeks wandering around. Walking in the kitchen, the stove was on, blood splattered on it as Glenn gags from the smell of human meat burning.

Walking ahead of them, you look through the broken window. “He left the building.” You say as Daryl comes over to you, sighing. “Why wouldn't he?” He scoffs at you, clearly frustrated with this whole thing.

Watching as the men start to argue, you manage to sneak away, deciding to go ahead and scout the route to the bag of the guns.

When Glenn was making his plan of route to get the bag of guns, he realized that you weren't there. Once the plan was set, Daryl quickly went outside, kneeling down behind a trash can, he grabbed your shoulder, “the hell you doing out here.” He shouts quietly at you.

“scouting the place.” You answer back at him.

“Next time, stay with the group.” He scolds you and once Glenn started to run to the bag of guns, he had you next to him, pressed against the wall and his shoulder behind the trash and, the sounds of quiet footsteps is heard before Daryl gets up, holding his crossbow to the young man. Daryl had asked him if he saw his brother, the boy, obviously scared for his life, started to scream for help.

Trying to calm him down so the dead wouldn't come swarming you three in the alleyway, Daryl gives up going the peaceful way as he hits him across the face with his crossbow, covering the boy's mouth. For a moment, you thought that everything was going well until two men ran into the alleyway, looking at you and Daryl kneeling next to the boy crying for help. Clearly not expecting them, the two men run over, kicking Daryl to the ground while the other hits the side of your head with a baseball bat, making you stumble over next to Daryl on the floor.

Glenn, running back, freezes upon seeing the scene, taking a step back before trying to run off but they spot him. “That's it! That's the bag, vato!? Take it!” They lunge at Glenn, fighting for the bag before a car pulls up, dragging Glenn to it before Daryl shoots an arrow at one of the men.

“Daryl! Daryl! [Name]!” Glenn screams.

Taking this opportunity, you stumble to your feet and run to Glenn, trying to get him back only to get dragged into the car with him.

Daryl quickly gets up when he realizes that you got caught as well, “[Name]! Glenn!” He shouts desperately, running over to the gate but it's too late as the car speeds off, taking you and Glenn.

[amordixon]

friends with benefits with daryl but the benefits are just me curling up in his lap after a long day and us napping together ᡣ𐭩

[b1eedthefreak]

Chismosa

daryl x hispanic!reader

warnings: none!

reader speaks spanish in here by the way ^o^

⸻

Things in Alexandria had… shifted.

You’d gone from fighting walkers in blood slick boots to walking the safe streets in thighhigh socks and lip gloss. Rosita was leaning against the porch rail of your shared house, sipping sweet tea, while you lay on your stomach in the grass like a content cat, legs kicking behind you.

“Daryl looks like he hasn’t brushed his hair in three days,” Rosita said flatly, nodding toward the man in question.

You laughed, “Tres días? Ni sabe qué es un cepillo.”

You both BURST out laughing, clutching your sides, tears in your eyes. Rosita tried to compose herself but failed miserably when you mimicked Daryl’s signature arm swing and grunted like him under your breath.

Daryl, who’d been leaning against the fence a few feet away with his crossbow in hand, snapped his head toward the two of you. He didn’t say a word, but the shift in his body was obvious. He let out a very dramatic grunt, swung his arms all angry like, and stomped away toward the communal center like a toddler.

Rosita raised her brows. “Okay what was that?”

You sat up, blinking. “I… don’t know? Did we offend the forest prince?”

Later that evening, you walked into the dining area with a tray of food, scanning the room until your eyes landed on him. Daryl stood near the corner, hunched over like usual, trying to act like he wasn’t waiting for you. You grinned and made your way over, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Hi baby,”

He grunted.

You blinked. “Um. What was that? I can’t kiss you anymore?”

Daryl shifted, clearly stewing about something. “Saw ya earlier. Laughin’ with Rosita. Pointin’. Talkin’ in Spanish. ‘S obvious.”

You narrowed your eyes, confused. “What’s obvious?”

He avoided your gaze, muttering, “Y’all were laughin’ at me.”

You made the most dramatic gasp, slapping your forehead. “Daryl. Oh my God. You do think the world revolves around you!”

His scowl deepened, jaw tense.

You stepped closer, hands on your hips. “No one was laughing at you. We were talking about this guy Rosita used to date.. dude looked like he got a tattoo from a Cracker Jack box. You think you’re that funny?”

He grunted again, looking away, embarrassed now.

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek again. “I’m gonna kill you Dixon.”

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Bonus

Later that night, Alexandria Library

You found him in the back of the tiny library, sitting awkwardly on a couch with a book open in his lap.

You raised a brow. “Is that… Spanish for Beginners?”

He gave a grunt of protest but didn’t close the book. “Ain’t lettin’ y’all talk circles ‘round me…”

You sat beside him, smirking as you opened your own book. “Awwe! Look at you. Wanting to impress your girlfriend.”

“Didn’t say that,” he mumbled.

“Didn’t have to.” You nudged him. “Come on, say ‘Te amo.’”

He squinted. “Tay… ammo?”

You laughed so hard you fell against his side. “Close enough. I’ll teach you.”

⸻

[violettwrites]

american teenagers — i.

intro | next

your curtains were yanked open, and sunlight poured into your small bedroom, a sharp assault that had you squinting before you could fully process it. the tall, lanky silhouette of your best friend standing in front of the window made it clear who was to blame for your rude awakening. 

“daryl,” you groaned, though it came out more like a whine, pulling your pillow over your head in a futile attempt to block out the light. “what the hell? it’s like six am. go away.

“it’s actually ten,” daryl drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. you didn’t have to look to know he was leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed like he hadn’t just barged into your room uninvited. “you’re wastin’ the whole day.”

“it’s not ten,” you muttered, clutching the pillow tighter. 

“it’s definitely ten,” he countered, the smirk practically audible in his voice. “c’mon, get up.” 

“no,” you said stubbornly, burrowing further into your blankets. “it’s my first day off in weeks. let me sleep.”

the silence that followed should’ve been your first warning. daryl wasn’t the type to give up easily, and quiet usually meant he was up to no good. you had barely a second to realise this before the pillow was ripped from your grasp and tossed across the room. 

“daryl dixon!” you screeched, sitting up so fast that your vision blurred for a second. if looks could kill, he’d be a pile of ashes and bone. “you’re such a jerk! why can’t you just let me sleep in?”

he shrugged his shoulders, completely unfazed, the fainted hint of a grin tugging at his lips. “you done complainin’, or do i gotta drag you outta bed?”

you glanced at the clock on your nightstand, the red numbers glaring back at you: 10:17. damn it. he was right— and that only made it worse. 

“why are you even here?” you huffed, arms crossing over your chest. “what could possibly be so important that you had to wake me up like this?”

daryl stepped back towards the window, peering out like he hadn’t already made his mind up. “figured we’d take the truck out to the creek,” he said simply, shrugging. then, as casually as if it were his own, he plucked your pack of cigarettes off the dresser and slid one between his lips. 

you rolled your eyes, but despite yourself, you felt the corners of your mouth twitch. that was daryl— gruff and infuriatingly persuasive. “and you couldn’t wait until a reasonable hour to suggest that?”

“it is a reasonable hour,” he shot back, raising an eyebrow at you. “you’re just mad i interrupted your beauty sleep.” 

“ugh,” you groaned, but swung your legs over the side of the bed anyway. “fine. but next time, maybe consider knocking instead of staging a home invasion.”

“no promises,” he replied with a smirk as he lit the cigarette and tossing the pack back onto your dresser. 

as you rummaged through your drawer for something to wear, daryl had now moved to the door frame, leaning against it as he watched you lazily. “where’s your old man, anyway?” he asked, his tone casual but curious. 

“visiting my granddad,” you replied, tugging a t-shirt over your head. “he drove out to kentucky yesterday. said he’d probably be gone for a few weeks.” 

daryl nodded, his expression unreadable. you knew he didn’t care much for your dad— probably for a good reason —but he rarely said anything outright. 

“that why you’re off today?”

“yep. first real day off in forever.” you turned to him, hands on your hips. “and i was gonna sleep in, but then you showed up.” 

“like i said,” he drawled, pushing off the doorframe, “you’re wastin’ the day.” 

the creek wasn’t far from the trailer park, just a short drive down the winding dirt roads that snaked through your small town. daryl kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting out the open window, the breeze ruddling his hair. you sat beside him, letting the warm air whip through your own as the fields blurred past in shades of beige and gold. 

once daryl had pulled the truck up under a tree, you were glad the creek was as serene as you’d hoped, the water reflecting the endless blue sky above. you kicked off your shoes and waded in up to your ankles, savouring the cool relief as the ripples lapped gently against your skin. 

daryl lingered on the bank, lighting another cigarette before settling under the shade of a tree. 

“you always pick the best spots to nap,” you called out to him teasingly, splashing a little water in his direction. 

“someone’s gotta keep an eye on you,” he shot back, smirking as smoke curled lazily from his lips. 

you rolled your eyes, but his words carried a familiar weight. daryl had always been there— steady and dependable, even when everything else in your life felt like it was constantly shifting. 

by the time the sun climbed higher in the sky, you were lying side by side on the grass, staring up at the blue sky being filtered through the leaves of the trees. the hum of summer surrounded you, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of birds. 

“think this summer’s gonna be different?” you asked, the words slipping out before you could stop them. 

daryl turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours. “different how?”

“i don’t know,” you murmured, shrugging. “just… different.” 

he didn’t answer right away, his expression thoughtful. finally, he said, “maybe.” 

for a moment, the world felt quiet and still, like it was holding its breath. daryl’s gaze lingered, and there was something unspoken in his eyes that made your chest ache in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. 

“c’mon,” he said eventually, standing up and offering you a hand. “let’s get back before merle gets all twisted up about us takin’ the truck.”

you took his hand, his palm rough and warm against yours. as you followed him back to the truck, you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe this summer really would be different— different in was you weren’t sure you were ready for.

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[dixonsgirl93]

Older!Daryl would take care of you when you come home drunk together. He’s watched you do your skincare routine a million times by now so he takes your cleanser and cotton pad and gently wipes your face.

He holds you in one arm, cooing soothing words in your ear as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Even in your drunken state you know you won.

After, he’d guide you over to your bed and sit you down. Bring you a glass of water to sip from and help you change into your pyjamas. He gets into bed with you and holds you until you fall asleep.

In the morning your head throbs horribly but on the bedside table are painkillers and a fresh glass of water. Under it is a note:

“Good morning, beautiful. Rest up. I’ll be back soon.”

You smile warmly, take the meds and lie back down, waiting for them to kick in.

You awaken when Daryl reenters the room. He’s carrying a tray with a delicious smell of bacon and fresh toast.

He sets it down at the foot of the bed and comes over to you, placing a warm hand against your forehead.

“Ya feel okay?” His voice is deep, sleepy.

You nod and then wince. “Mostly.”

He picks up the tray and waits for you to sit up before placing it in front of you.

“Listen,” you start, blushing. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that last night. Making you baby me like that. You didn’t have to do all that.”

He’s already shaking his head before you finish. “Nah, I wanted to. It’s not babying, it’s my job to take care of you.”

You blush even harder and focus on your plate.

“I don’t deserve you.” You mumble, suddenly feeling insecure.

“Bullshit. I don’t deserve you. You…” you looked up then. He was focused on you, deep in thought. “You deserve the world.”

“Stop.” You mumble around your food.

“Never.” He leaned over the tray to place a kiss on your head. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[kissesfordaryl]

daryl dixon & kinks.

top male reader.

CHOKING.

hes obsessed with the how easily your larger hands fit over his neck, how gentle you are as you squeeze and watch his eyes flutter close. your fingers are constantly dancing around his neck, just teasing. its gets him riled up and he has to actively try to not think dirty.

if hes riding you, he'll drag your hand off of his hip and up his body, urging you to take your grip and squeeze and squeeze until he comes all over your stomaches. other than that, he adores taking your fat cock down his throat, and letting his spit pool up there. he gets lightheaded but enjoys just sitting there on his knees, taking you all.

MARKING.

at first, he wanted to avoid any marks. he already disliked pda- and he didnt want the rest of the group knowing what he got up to with you. eventually as the years passed, he didnt mind a few hickeys making their way up his skin and below his jaw. the feeling of being owned- of others knowing that you did that to him, it got him off. that doesn't mean those are the only marks he has though. youre ruthless when youve got him to yourself: sucking dark and purple bruises into his inner thighs or below his nipple or on the curve of his ass. you'd take any skin you could get. daryl pretends he hates the sting of it- but really it gets him hard when he sees the reminders of how hard you fucked him the other night.

PRAISE.

more than anything, he wants to make you proud. he looks to you for everything- from the smallest to the biggest of things. if youre giving him directions during sex, he'll try his damndest to follow through. he's not really a brat; he doesnt find pleasure in failing you. all he wants to hear is how good he takes it, how good he's being for you, how pretty he looks with his legs wrapped around you.

DEGRADATION&HUMILIATION.

although he doesn't really find pleasure in failing you, his cock'll start twitching if you get a little mean. he cant help but agree whenever you call him pathetic, because he knows its true. your mocking tone thats just shy of cruel, the names you call him- all of it was true. he'd only apologize and nod, tears brimming his eyes and hair falling in his face.

HAIR PULLING.

with his long hair constantly falling in his face, you were bound to be a little rough sooner or later. the way you can take control so easily just by pulling has him weak for you- and who doesnt know it?

EDGING.

"cant you take a little more?" youve got your fingers wrapped around daryls dick, tugging and tugging and playing at his sensitive slit. "i mean, look how good im makin' you feel. least you could do is hold out a little longer, right?" it was a game to you, and he could barely hang on. edging him is the fastest way to get him whimpering, crying, gasping. on one hand, he just wants to come all over your hand, paint your face with it- but on the other, he wants to be able to make you proud. hes usually got a 50-50 chance of making it.

MANHANDLING.

one of things that might just embarrass him the most: manhandling. daryl was more than capable of handling himself. he was considered one of the more stronger people in his group. but none of that mattered next to you. you were broader, bulkier, stronger. he loves getting fucked against a wall, the thrill of someone even seeing, how easy it was for you to maneuver him in whatever position you wanted. maybe if you were hard enough youd leave hand prints.

man im obsessed with him☹️