#daryl dixon pre-apocalypse au

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Nine Lives of a Thief | ONGOING 🍯🧅

Years after your first love broke your heart, you’re stunned to see him among the newly welcomed group of survivors in Alexandria, and his return might just be the cure to your heart that’s been malfunctioning ever since he left. Your personal goal to put everything in the past is interrupted by his mission to win you back. | 1

Chivalry is Dead | FINISHED 🍯🧅

You’re smitten with the archer you meet at the quarry, vowing to make him yours. However, it eventually becomes frustrating when he’s never clear with what he wants. Accepting that your persuasion of Daryl is going nowhere and deciding that you’re better off as friends, you begin to welcome the idea of a sure thing with Spencer. So if Daryl has turned you down multiple times, what gives him the right to be frustrated? | 2

ONESHOTS.

Happy Ending | 3k words 🧅

Several times you thought you would die, and yet nothing could have prepared you for saying goodbye just when you finally have your little family with Daryl and your little ray of sunshine. | 4

Five Seconds | 5.3k words 🧅🍯

Guilty for arguing with you right before you fell ill, Daryl’s determined to make it up to you by fulfilling your request. His goal to deliver it to you is interrupted by the fall of the prison and the intrusion of the Claimers. | 5

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Private Space | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine.*

Summary: Moving into your first apartment with your long-term boyfriend seemed like a dream come true. It wasn’t the most fancy apartment, but it was the first space that was truly only yours and Daryl’s. And Daryl was excited to finally be able to have some much deserved privacy with you—without the risk of others walking in.

Genre: Smut.

Era: Pre apocalypse.

Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of Daryl's scars, oral (f receiving), allusions to piv.

Word count: 1.3k.

A/n: I genuinely suck at writing smut, but this request won the poll, so I toughed it out lol. I hope this is somewhat enjoyable!

“Alright,” Daryl began whilst putting the box down on the ground in the small living room of your new apartment. He dusted off his hands before turning to look at you. “That’s the last of it.

You smiled at him and looked around the apartment—your apartment—with a look of awe. The small space certainly wasn’t what most people would fancy as a living space, but that didn’t matter to you. It was the first place that was truly only yours and Daryl’s, and you cherished it with your whole being. The two of you would figure out how to make it look prettier on another today. At that moment, however, you’d just bask in the fact that the two of you were finally able to be independent.

“This is great,” you told him, a contented smile on your face.

Daryl hummed and sent you a small smile of his own. “Yeah, s’good.” He looked around the small space as well, trying to envision what you saw when you looked at it, but failing to do so. “I mean, it ain’t much. Ain’t exactly pretty, but s’somethin’, right?”

You took a step towards him and looped your arms around his neck, Daryl’s hands going to rest on your hips. “It’s perfect, Dar. It’s ours. I can’t ask for more than that.” You rested your forehead against his, letting out a small sigh. “I love my mom, but I’m happy I finally moved out. And I moved in with you, into our own apartment. I don’t need more than that.”

Daryl smiled softly. “Yer amazin’, ya know that?”

“I know,” you joked, before leaning up to close the gap between your lips, softly kissing him.

Daryl hummed into the tender kiss. However, it soon escalated. His tongue lightly swept over your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. You allowed him to do so, and his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring the warmth of your mouth with his vocal muscle. In an unexpected move for you, Daryl picked you up, eliciting a small squeal of surprise from you. Daryl chuckled as he walked forward towards the couch, carefully laying you down on the plush surface.

“More than okay.” For added emphasis, you pulled him down for a deep kiss. Daryl’s hesitation evaporated into thin air, and he quickly moved to hover over you.

“This okay?” Daryl asked you, giving you an out if you didn’t want to do what he was initiating. Daryl was amazing like that, always making sure you were comfortable before doing anything. You loved him for that.

That is what Daryl wanted. To be able to do that with you without anyone walking in. It took a couple of years, but the two of you could finally do that without the risk of your mom making herself known. That made Daryl extremely excited. Somewhere along the lines of the two of you heavily making out, Daryl’s shirt got removed. He was vaguely aware of his scars that were on full display, but he quickly forced that from his mind. He wouldn’t ruin this moment for you because of his insecurities. He did that once, but never again.

You eagerly reached down to start unbuckling his pants, but Daryl caught your hands before you could. You let out a small whine in protest, but Daryl only chuckled. “We can get to that later, Princess. Lemme take care’a ya first, yeah?” To further prove his point, he slowly and carefully started inching your shirt up, slowly revealing your skin to his gaze. However, your patience was wearing thin, so you grabbed the hem of your shirt and quickly helped tug it over your head. “Someone’s eager, huh?”

“Less talking, please,” you practically begged him, your eyes looking at him in a silent plea for more.

Daryl smirked. “As ya wish, Sunshine.” Daryl pressed another kiss to your lips, before trailing down jaw, your collarbone, your chest, down your stomach and stopped just above your pants. He looked up at you once more, silently asking for permission. When you nodded, he resumed with his task. He placed a few more open-mouthed kisses to your stomach before eagerly tugging your pants down, successfully taking your panties with it. You helped him get rid of your clothes, carelessly discarding it somewhere on the floor.

Daryl quickly got to work. He placed a few kisses around where you needed him most, wanting to draw out the inevitable. However, when you bucked your hips up against his face and whined your plea for him to stop teasing, he couldn’t resist any longer. He delved face first into it, licking a long stripe up from your core all the way to your clit.

Your body jolted in pleasure. You threw your head back and tightly gripped at the couch, hoping to ground yourself back to reality. However, when Daryl repeated the action and let his tongue slip into your aching core, that attempt proved to be futile.

“Daryl! Oh, fuck!” you moaned out, your hips unconsciously bucking up against his face. Daryl groaned and pinned your hips down to the couch. He could feel himself getting painfully hard in his jeans, but he tried to ignore it. His attention was solely on you. He could take care of his own needs later.

He switched his tongue out for two of his fingers. His fingers started pumping in and out of you at a steady rhythm, his tongue instead moving to lap and suck on your clit. The moans you were letting out were downright sinful, and the sweet sounds you were emitting worked straight into his arousal. His dick was painfully straining against his jeans, just begging to be released.

“Daryl, f-fuck!” you cried out. You were seeing stars, Daryl’s fingers hitting that one spot inside you each time. The feeling was overwhelming, but so good at the same time. You could feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten, and it was clear that you were about to go over the edge. “I’m so—I’m clo—” You could barely get the words out before you came undone.

Daryl groaned again and pulled his fingers out of you, instead opting to lick up all of the juices your body spilled out. He licked and sucked until you twisted your body to the side as a way to tell him you were oversensitive. Daryl slowly moved to hover over you again, leaning down to kiss you. You moaned at the taste of your arousal in his mouth, your hands moving up to his hair and lightly tugging, eliciting a small whine from him. You smirked against his lips before gently pushing him off, guiding him to lay back on the other end of the couch while you climbed on top of him.

Your hands moved to start unbuckling his jeans. “Your turn now.”

Daryl definitely liked the sound of that. And as you pulled his jeans and then his boxers from his body, gently taking his cock into your hand and lowering yourself onto it, he couldn’t help but let out a small whine. He was immensely grateful for the fact that the two of you moved into your own place, because he was sure that neither of you would be able to keep quiet for long.

And as you fully sunk down onto him and the both of you let out a moan, his theory was proven to be correct.

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Masterlist

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader feat. Teddy & Marlo Dixon

August, 2010. The Wildfire virus rages over America and the whole world, causing the apocalypse to swallow most of the population. The earth belongs to the dead now as it seemed - but not all hope is lost. Especially not for you and your little family...

General Warnings: usual TWD stuff, age gap, pre-apocalypse!Daryl? drugs, alcohol, smoking, violence, blood, walkers, guns & weapons, death, angst, fluff, pregnancy stuff & thangs, babies, dad!Daryl, smut?

There's an 8 years age gap between Y/N and Daryl! Y/N is 26 and Daryl 34 years old at the outbreak.

Last Updated: October 10th, 2024

Pre-Apocalypse Era

🏹 One Last Chance

🏹 Time To Get A Grip (18+)

🏹 World's End

The Prison Era

🏹 It's Okay To Be Scared

The Whisperer Era

🏹 Wonders

🏹 Home

🏹 The Early Bird...

The Commonwealth Era

🏹 Taking Risks

🏹 The Vest Stays On (18+)

Post Commonwealth Era

🏹 Bad Decisions

Alternative Endings/What if...?

🏹 New Old World

a/n: I am loving this AU so very much. I can't wait to write and explore this further - hopefully with y'all together! 🤍

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Here you will find the full list of my works for Daryl Dixon and other characters portrayed by Norman Reedus. [Main masterlist]

Requests are OPEN

⬇️ Masterlist under the cut! ⬇️ [My Ao3]

★ indicates smut, 18+ content.

Series

Paintings & Picture frames [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7]

No apocalypse AU. Daryl and reader are studying at the same college and are assigned orientation project parters. [ONGOING, HIATUS]

Wings [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6]

Judith plays matchmaker by stealing your jacket and making it match Daryl’s

Oneshots

Records of forgotten times

Digging through old music brings back sad memories, but also happy talks of the future.

Sinful ★

Father Daryl enjoys some private moments with the not-really nun.

Ruppel

You're chilling on the couch watching your favorite show. Daryl joins you because he wants to learn about your interests.

Shielded (Fantasy AU)

Everyone openly shows and uses their powers, except for Daryl. Until you get hurt.

Bad ideas ★

During a laundry round while home alone you find some ..'used' items of Daryl's to fuck yourself with and now have to work through the concequences.

Girlfriend [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Daryl is in a sucky relationship but doesn't see it at first. Reader helps him see and later shows him how a good partnership works.

Hunters Ink

One tattoo leads to many more when you fall head over heels with the artist.

Creep (modern AU)

Finding an apartment in this new town was easy, but now you needed a job.

Daisy chains

Daryl gets separated after the prison attack. He comes across a home for him and his kid to hole up in. Your home.

Beef

Requested : "Could you do a Daryl x reader where at first he doesn’t like her, and she tries to get to know why hes so mean to her? Maybe he yells at her and then some comfort after?"

Rough times

Requested: Hi! Would you be willing to maybe do a one shot with Daryl x reader in a pre established relationship but the reader is pregnant with a child that doesn't belong to him and she isn't proud of? (non-con if you're comfortable with that) Some angst about the reader being worried he won't love her once he finds out 👀

The fun has just begun

Two men snatch you away for some fun. Before they even get anywhere you and Daryl have turned the tables and have some fun of your own. CW: Torture

Forest Guardian [pt.1] [pt.2]

You plan a week long vacation to a luxury cabin. Luxury is nowhere near what you find.

Not your usual undead Vamp!AU

Which undead do you choose? The ones outside, or the one in front of you?

Breakfast ★ Vamp!AU

Locked in a bathroom stall with a hungry vampire was not how you planned to spent your time hiding from a herd.

Drabbles

Period cramp relief

Photographer Daryl

Different kinds of sex w/ Daryl

You needed Daryl for something

"Hey buddy, what are you doing here?"

"Carol gave me some cookies to share!"

Rick and Daryl go out on a run

Old man Daryl

Showing Daryl how beautiful he is ★

Worshipping Daryl's worn body

Daryl read you like a book ★ Vamp!AU

🐺Were!Daryl 🦊Were!Reader

🐺Series🐺

Shared interests [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] ★

Grimes!reader. Your father shares information about the man he considers his brother in support of your interests. Those interests take a different turn than he expected..

🐺Multichapters🐺

🐺Monsters among us [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Your water breaks in the middle of nowhere but you find the prison in time for them to help you. There you meet the man of your nightmares. CW: childbirth

🐺🦊Feral for you [Pt.1] [Pt.2★]

Request. Daryl develops a crush on a soft and sweet lady, afraid to ask you out and ruin your sweetness, only to learn later on your have a feral side as well,

🐺Oneshots🐺

🐺 His girls (xOFCs)

Alexandria's new residents find a dog. And his very handsome owner.

🐺 Full moon meetings

You get stuck in the woods, surrounded by walkers and are saved by ..something.

🐺 Night shifts

During a night shift with Rick he sends you to investigate movement in the woods, knowing it would end with two of his group members coming home together.

🐺 Dog person ★

You’re Dog’s new favorite human and Daryl gets jealous. Lucky for him you’re also good with his dog-side.

🐺 Creature Feature ★

After overhearing your spilled dirty little secret of old world fantasies, Daryl suddenly feels like he does have a chance to get you into bed with him.

🐺 Unexpected

This can be read as a continuation of Dog Person. Reader is pregnant with Daryl’s pups and has to hide it from the community until they can leave for Daryl’s cabin. CW: childbirth

🐺 Roses for the ones left behind

Daryl gets taken and leaves a pregnant reader, not knowing her child and partner aren’t human. CW: childbirth

🐺 New comforts ★ alt. ending ★

No one needed to know that sex between the two of you was for human Daryl only. Alt.: Rick now knows.

🐺 Witch hunt

Thanks to an emotional slip-up you almost risk your home in Alexandria.

🐺 Arrows & Rags

You help a wounded creature who leads you back to its den, where you find the one person you thought you had lost in the walker attack.

🐺 Why didn't you tell me?

You follow Daryl into the woods on the one night he asked you to stay away.

🐺🦊 The softer the skin, the sharper the teeth

Request. WereDaryl and Glen find a she wolf (in human form) out and talk to her about coming to the prison. She and Daryl are mates

🐺 Shame

Your most private moments are shared with the intent to drive you away. And it amost worked.

🐺 Not a monster

Request. Beauty and the Beast inspired fic. Set during Alexandria times.

🐺 Domesticated

Request. Cuddling in bed, like mundane little moments in their relationship

🐺 Bath time

Daryl's distaste for showers rubbed off on his children.

🐺 Forbidden ★

Strickt parents and werewolves don't mix, so you run.

🐺🦊 Found

Daryl finds a young girl and takes her home. He adopts her and learns she's a wolf too.

🐺 Savior ★

You show a little too much interest in Negan's new prisoner so he uses you as a test subject. CW: Non-con, forced impreg

🐺 King of the cage

In the apocalypse, entertainment is hard to come by. Until you hear of underground groups fighting with anything nonhuman.. CW: Descriptive violence and murder.

🐺King and his Queen ★

[KING series pt.2] After Daryl's match he gets treated like royalty by his loving partner.

🐺 Instincts [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Daryl finds a woman with her newborn pup, taking them into the group. Slowly their bond grows stronger.

🐺 Rules of Nature

Daryl gets hurt on a simple hunting trip and reader patches him up.

🐺 Get rid of it

You and Daryl never fought, until you did. Daryl relives old traumas while you stay at Hilltop.

🦊 The bridge home

Daryl has to introduce his exraordinary girlfriend by accident. (teeny bit of smut at the start)

🐺 Monster outside the walls

A warning about a monster outside of the Alexandrian walls takes a weird turn as new residents turn out to be trouble.

🐺 Demons are a girl's best friend ★

You hide from the rain in a church, not knowing a very interesting beast already claimed the place as his home.

🐺Drabbles🐺

🦊 Daryl was out on a hunt > Daryl liked being around her > Daryl has never been so proud

🐺 Daryl hated full moon these days.

🐺 You, Carol and Daryl go out on a run.

🐺 "Man, 's colder than a witch's tit."

🐺 You and Daryl had a great life.

🐺 Daryl came home early today.

🐺 Daryl saves you

🐺 You were all sitting around the bonfire

🐺 Daryl came home from a run. (xOFCs)

🐺 Cramps

The adventures of Daryl the werewolf and his witch girlfriend.

Inked Sigils. ★

Fate brought you together. Spells finally brought you family

Bored ★

You tagged along with your boyfriend who ‘just needed a minute’, but you were so bored..

Momma's boy ★

You find your boyfriend all alone and desperate in your apartment, so you help him out. Again.

Help wanted ★

Request "Fuck me if I’m wrong but scud just being pounced on by a desperate werewolf girl in heat would kinda be hot"

Warm & fuzzy

You just love him. It doesn’t matter what the others think

Much fun indeed ★

A summary of what being with the biker has thought you over time.

A biker's true loves ★

Request: can you do a story with funny sonny before his teeth got all messed up, younger and with female reader. super smutty. then maybe time jump and they are still together even after his looks have changed?

Coming soon??

Double Stuffed ★ Daryl/Scud/reader

It's your birthday so you get to have twice the fun!

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Sundrop's The Walking Dead Masterlist

Heaven's Gate - Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader. Strangers to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff. Set during Seasons 1-5. You and Daryl get separated when the Prison falls, and you both believe the other person to be dead. But you can’t let go of the things your relationship taught you. Eventually, when you’re reunited - it’s like you never missed a moment apart. (24,200 words.)

Need - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during early Season 4/The Prison Era. Daryl hears some vulgar comments about you while out on a run, and he can't help but to get jealous. He takes it out on you, and you find yourself almost thankful for the asshole who pissed him off in the first place. (3,000 words.)

(Please note, all of these link off to AO3 - my AO3 is archive locked, so you need an AO3 account to view these fics. But I hope to have these fics edited and reposted on Tumblr sometime soon.)

The World Is Ugly - Maggie Greene x Fem!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Angst and Smut with a Fluffy Ending. Set during Season 2 and Season 4. When you arrive at Hershel's farm with the group, you are hiding two very important secrets: you are a lesbian (which is very controversial in the religious south) - and you self harm. Eventually, Maggie finds out both of these things, and despite your first impressions of her - doesn't judge you for either of them. In fact, she falls deeper in love with you. (21,400 words.)

(The next fic is the author's personal favourite - one of my favourite fics I have ever written in my 10+ years of writing. If you can handle the angst, I highly recommend reading it.)

Hold Me Tight Or Don't - Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene. Established Poly Relationship. Smut and Heavy Angst. Set during Season 3, Episode 4. After being bitten while trying to help get Glenn and Maggie to safety, you are facing your last hours of life. And in those last hours, you only have one wish - to have sex with your partners one last time. Luckily for you, they would do anything for you, and they can't help but to oblige. (7,200 words.)

(The next two fics are much older - they were written long before their AO3 post date indicates. If they were to be edited in order to be posted, it would be a complete overhaul of the fic. So note, the versions of these fics that are on AO3 fic will likely not be the same as the version posted on Tumblr in the future.)

Day and Night - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Strangers to 'Lovers'. Fluff and Hurt/Comfort. Set Pre-Season 4. When Daryl gets into some trouble on a hunt and gets shot, a random stranger comes to his rescue. He doesn't expect that stranger to be beautiful, kind, and to make him a candlelit dinner after treating his wounds. (Wait - is this a date?) (5,000 words.)

State of Emergency - Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Smut. Set in an AU of Season 1. When Glenn encounters his first zombie, he knocks on your door for help. Because you've seen all the zombie apocalypse media, you're well prepared. The two of you decide to wait out the end of the world together - and you warm up to each other very quickly. (3,400 words.)

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the masterlist of masterlists

updated november 3rd. 2024.

to make my masterlists easier to navigate on my page, especially with daughter of the deadlands being added, i decided to make one big masterlist with links to all my other ones for you guys !

below the cut, you will find my masterlists for my regular writing, and my au’s ! which include writing for the walking dead (daryl & rick), trailerpark!daryl dixon, and eddie munson

please read my rules before requesting !

my ask box is currently closed

regular masterlist — consisting of works about rick grimes, daryl dixon, and eddie munson

tp!daryl — consisting of works about young trailer park daryl dixon; pre apocalypse

daughter of the deadlands ; scrapped/on hiatus — a fic following the life of madeline grimes, the eldest daughter of rick & lori grimes, navigating her life through the apocalypse

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Wildcats (PartXXXIII)

XXXIII. We are on easy street

MASTERLIST

Summary: And it feels so sweet…

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, cursing, death of a secondary character, description of torture and beatings, doogfood sandwiches are a treat, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Another song as a title, anways, in this chapter, what happened to Daryl in the series happens here, so... brace yourselves. this hcapter has a whole dialogue pulled fromt he script of the chapter, but edited slightly for our convenience

You were shaking, seating in the porsche of Deanna’s house, rubbing your temples, your elbows on your knees

You heard a door behind you and Rick and Michone came out, just a look and you knew what happened

“She’s gone”, he said gently.

Heart attack

After she witnessed her son being brutally murdered Deanna started clutching her chest, it turns out it wasn’t just grief and shock

Many Alexandrians were there, wide eyed and pointing, you saw many tears, she had fought through the night, but you were in the middle of a goddamn apocalypse, you didn’t have much means to reanimate her, despite Denise almost breaking her arms trying to do reanimation for most of the morning

“Meeting in the church in ten minutes”, he dictated 

“Rick!?”, you called, he immediately turned around and turned to you, “where’s everyone?”, you asked him

“Maggie, Glenn and Beth stayed at the Hilltop, in hopes of convincing Gregory to fight with us”, he said softly, “Carol and Morgan stayed at this placed called the Kingdom”, he muttered, “We fought some people on the way there, Carol was injured and she stayed there, for safety”, you barely nodded

“So everyone’s ok?”, you asked him

“They are” , he assured you, he kept looking down at you, “We are going to get him back”, he assured you

“How?”, you asked him, “you know what they did to me, imagine what they are going to do to him… a man… and a wild one at that”, you said. He nodded, and walked away from you without an answer

Daryl

They took him from you and you couldn’t do anything about it

Alexander was MIA

There was no way you could take them

You were screwed

So you dragged your feet all the way to the church, you were… tired, defeated, scared, sad… frightened more than anything and just plain fucked

Daryl…

You needed to go to him, find him, beg Negan or whatever, take him back, but as you were now, you couldn’t even open the gates to let yourself in, you really were just plain tired… destroyed more likely. 

But Daryl

Being at the church, or at Alexandria at all without the archer felt so foreign to you right now, and you couldn’t help but torment yourself with the memories of the last time you saw him, pre-conquering of Alexandria, that he wanted to give you something, that he was going to come back to you.

What could you have possibly done to prevent this? could you have stopped it?

Did fight hard enough for him?

You sat on the first bench, on the same side as always, as you waited for everyone to enter the church. They all looked like they just had been told Santa didn’t exist anymore, that their idyllic lifestyle had been a gift, and that gift just expired

Once you were all inside the church, Rick started

“Deanna is gone, heartattack”, he started strong right off. He waited for the murmurs and gaps to dissipate before he continued, “Now, most of you were out there last night, we need to discuss how to proceed… how things are gonna go from now on”

“What do you mean?”, asked someone

“We work for Negan now”, he said, “he wants half of everything we have, and once a month, he will want a tribute”

“What kind of tribute?”, asked another

“Whatever we can get, and he doesn’t’ like it… he will kill one of our people”, he said

“We can’t live like that!”

“We have to”, he said, “we got off easy, you saw what happened last night! how easily he just went in, how many there are!”, he said, “and they have our people! they have Daryl… he took Rosita and Sasha”

Since the Green/Rhee weren’t here, Negan took exactly the exact people to literally grab you by the metaphorical balls. With Daryl in his power he knew you and Carol were tied, with Rosita, he held Alexander (as new as it was), and Eugene and Abraham, and with Sasha he double tied the third most dangerous person here. And with all three he had Rick and Michonne.

He took a lot of firepower, some of the strongest members of your group.

He took your Daryl. 

“I will find Alexander”, you said out loud, “with him, we can plan something, I know the Sanctuary, we can get them back…”

“You can’t go in wild goose chase”, said Rick

“What? a wild goose chase?”, you asked him, enraged

“We need you here, to join the scavenging team, what you did in DC, we need you to do that again”, he said, “they’ll come back soon, if we have a good tribute to them, something better than we have, they’ll go easy on us…”

“Yeah, Daryl is gone!”, you said, “so is Alexander, AND ROSITA, three important members of my team”, you said then. “And going to get Daryl is not a wild goose chase!”, you said angrily, he sighed loudly

“I know, i didn’t mean it like that”, he said softly, “what I meant is that if we play by Negan’s rules, we might be able to get him back more easily, than if we don’t”, he said, and you nodded, it made sense.

You had talked to him, Negan, he knew, because of what you talked about that night, he believed to treat you more fairly, so you won’t rebel against him, maybe Rick was right, maybe if you find something really good for them, maybe he’ll let Daryl come back to you.

“I’ll go with you”, assured Tara, who, to this moment, you had barely registered, she had been here last night, with Denise. She had been so dedicated to her blooming relationship with her that you had barely seen her these last days. 

“Mee too”, said Abraham

“What about the walkers in the quarry?”, asked another

Good fucking point

Rick sighed again

“We need to find Alexander”, he admitted, defeated. 

You needed coercion to finally get some hours of sleep, and food, and then you were finally allowed to leave Alexandria in the search of Alexander

He had left on foot

You found him on the third day, in the barn where he had left the HUMVEE, you didn’t think of checking that place first, a couple of miles out of Alexandria on a farm. He pulled a gun on you, but that wasn’t surprising. He stopped it as soon as he recognized you

“Are you alright?”, he was a military man, he had been in Afghanistan, he had always got a escape plan, and he had saves supplies and canned goods there, in that barn

“Yeah”

“Negan wants to kill you”, you said

“I’d gather”

“You did well on running, but now, Spencer is dead, Deanna too, heart attack, and we are fucked”, you said, “they took Daryl, and Rosita and Sasha, its a matter of time before they take or kill someone else”, you said confidently, “they want half of everything we manage to make, steal or scavenge���

“What does Rick want to do?”, He asked

“We have to take care of the walkers on the pit”, you said quickly, “it’s just a matter of time before that truck slips and they get free, and the saviors will come back to Alexandria any day now”

Without Rosita and without Alex being safe in Alexandria, you were completely screwed if you wanted to handle the explosions you found. 

You took an Alexandria car back to town with the explosives inside, Alex had given you an instruction to handle them, you were going to blow everyone up, without Rosita. 

You got back to Alexandria at noon, alone, armed to the teeth, but as you signaled the men inside to open the gate, your mouth opened wide when you saw Gary at the gates, opening it for you

Once he did he revealed the trucks inside, you only could fully grasp it, they were here

The saviors were here. 

You barely got inside with car and all when Gary opened the door of the car for you, as two other saviors started registering the car

“Hey little lady”, he greeted

“Traitor”, you greeted back, he only laughed

“Come on, don’t be so hard on me”, he said lightly, his demeanor told you he was no good intentions towards you

“The trunk is filled with explosives”, said one, alarmed, you weren’t even fazed

“And why’s that?”, he asked you, he took a step forwards, eliminating the space between you, making you take a step back and hit the side of the car

“You know we have a quarry full of walkers a couple of miles west”, you told him, “we need to take care of that”, you said severely

“Where’s Alexander?”, he asked then

“I have been looking for him for three days, couldn’t find him” you said, bored 

“Uh but you found explosives?”, he asked then

“We were keeping the out of the walls, for safety”, you explained quickly

“And what were you gonna do with all this dynamite? uh little lady?”, asked a guy that had an unfortunate looking face, he hadn't heard the conversation between you and Gary

“Shove it up your ass”, you answered bluntly with a cynical smile, “to see if your insides are as thick as your head”, his own wiping off of his face. You had no time nor patience for these clowns. You heard the other saviors laugh 

“What?”, oh he was gonna punch you, but Gary stopped him

“Davey, leave her alone”, he warned, “our boss had been waiting for this one”, he said, Gary singaled you to walk in front of him, as the other saviors took the crates of dynamite

He led you back to the armory, where Rick was looking dreadful as Negan was loading all our guns into a truck

“She’s here”, Gary announced as Negan finally turned to you.

“Hey! you joined the party! find anything…? HOLY SHIT!”, he laughed when he saw all the crates of dynamite, “darling you are a bomb! or a sex bomb?”, he rambled 

“You are killing us if you take our guns”, you told him, “we need to deal with the walkers on the pit”, you said, Rick looked at you with red eyes, like he was afraid or something

“I know darling, and you don’t have to worry about a thing!”, he said loudly.

You looked at the person that was coming out of the armory, and your breath got caught in your throat when you saw Daryl, dressed in a two piece dirty suit, barefoot, sweaty and beaten up

“DARYL!”, you said loudly, ready to go to him, but Negan stepped forwards, making you bump into him, preventing you from doing it

“Nope!”, he said quickly, “he is here as the help, you don’t talk to him, you don’t touch him darling”, you looked at Daryl over his shoulder, he looked back at you with teary eyes for merely seconds to then kept doing what he was doing

“What are you doing to him?”, you asked him, “leave him alone!”, you demanded, looking back at Negan angrily

“Oh darling, Daryl here is just refusing to come to the reality that he cannot get away from me, and neither can you”, he said, “he will soon though, if he knows what’s good for him, so if you want to keep him whole, you won’t talk to him, you won’t touch him, you won’t even talk to him, am I clear?”, you stopped looking at Daryl to look back at Negan, he was smiling at you

You didn’t answer as you searched for the eyes of Rick, who looked like he was embarrassed

“Rick…”, you called

“Please”, your leader begged you back

“DO SOMETHING!”, you screamed, he only shook his head

“Oh darling, see, that’s why I took Daryl and not him, Rick is a little bitch”, said Negan, you looked back at him, “my little bitch”, he said then, “but Daryl there, can be my top dog”, you released a long breath you didn’t know you were holding

“If you kill him…”, you warned

“I’d think very carefully of what your next words are going to be if I were you”, he said severely, not any trace of playfulness out of his face, “I don’t do threats darling”, he said, “you are already getting a nice treatment, me… not killing many of you, taking hostages instead… it's nice treatment, something new I’m trying here, help me prove this method it's going to work”, he ‘invited’, you looked back at Daryl and he was looking back at you with a plead in his eyes

“Fine, Negan”, you said, looking back at him, making him smile again, “I’m sorry, you had make yourself perfectly clear”, he chuckled

“That’s perfect darling, exactly what I like”, he said, “I’m pleased, so pleased, I’m going to take care of the little problem you guys have”, he said simply

“He will let us keep one gun for each person”, said Rick like it was the deal of the century. You smiled at Negan

“Thank you for your kindness”, you said and he laughed

“That’s a good girl”, he said. “now pick yours”, he said

“The RPG”, you said simply, he chuckled

“The mere thought of you holding that thing makes me tingle”, he whispered, leaning into you again, “a hot woman with a powerful weapon”, he said raising his eyebrows teasingly, “but alas, I advise you against it”, you grabbed your gun from your belt, the one you had retrieved from the ground that fatidic night and showed it to him, “fun”, he said only, nodding 

Maybe you should have picked one of the assault rifles with a scope and silencer, but you decided against it, the gun was more malleable, hideable, besides, you had a couple of assault rifles outside of the gates. 

You were made, -as was Rick-, to stand there and watch how they the guns and some supplies from you, but he didn’t got into the houses as he threatened to do

He sent a whole group of saviors to the quarry, to do a full report. 

You appreciated the fact that he commanded Arat to be out of your sight, as he knew you clearly hated her guts and almost chopped her head off with your ax in front of everyone. You tried to be on your best behavior, as they took meds, your guns, leaving your personal effects intact.

And finally, after tortuous hours later, he guided you to the gates, Rick and you following him like two dogs. Daryl following closely behind you, being led by Dwight 

“Now that you know we can… be complaint”, said Rick, looking up at Negan, and then at you

“Yes…?”, he asked

“I wanted to ask you, if we could see Sasha and Rosita”, he said slowly

“That’s not gonna happen today”, he said simply

“What about Daryl? could he stay?”, he asked then

“NOPE!”, he said quickly, “not gonna happen”, Negan then turned to you

“Can I at least talk to him?”, you asked him, he seemed to think about it

“I’ll make you a deal”, he said finally, “everything you want to say and do to Daryl, you have to say it and do it to me first”, he said with a shit eating grin, you looked back at him with a frown

“What?”, you asked him, confused

“Yeah, for example, if you want some… you know… a conjugal visit, you can, well, take me for a spin first”, he winked at you, “they all can wait”, you slapped him, you didn’t even think about it, but it wasn’t a hard slap, more like, a bitch slap

This could cost you and you reacted accordingly, grabbing your own guilty hand, in mere seconds, scared of how he was going to react, but as he turned back his face, he was smiling, deadass smiling with a big grin.

“Oh darling”, he teased, “I’m even more attracted to you right now, if that’s even possible”, you just rolled your eyes. But as your eyes turned to Daryl right behind Negan being grabbed tightly by Dwight, you thought twice about it

You wanted to comfort him. 

Minutes lingered in which Negan kept his eyes and mocking grin towards you, you then took a long sigh and turned to him again

“Does the deal still stand?”, you asked, and then he deadass smiled

“Whatever you want to do to Daryl, you have to do it to me too first”, he said, “that included talking darling”

You were not gonna fuck him, but… you still wanted to comfort Daryl, he needed it, you needed it. You took a big sigh and shook your hands, that were shaking.

Everyone was looking at you, all of them, the saviors were staring with mocking grins on their faces, but you did it anyway. 

He let you wrap your hands around his shoulders, even though he was taller than you. You kissed his cheek quickly

“Anything you wanna say darling?”, he teased loudly

“I love you, and remember we are here waiting for you”, you said bluntly and quickly, whispering in his ear. You released him as he burned you

“SO SWEET!”, he said out loud. He looked back at you and nodded, then looked at Daryl. You turned and run to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly, you kissed his face longingly, he hugged you back tightly

“I love you”, you said

“I love ya too”, he said with a choked voice

“Remember we are here, waiting for you”, you said, he nodded, hiding his face on your neck, you felt him take a deep breath, breathing you in. 

“That’s enough!”, said Negan, Dwight pulled him by the handle his suit had, and Negan grabbed your shoulder and pulled you backwards. “Well, Rick, let’s get our business done, shall we? just you”, he said, “the rest of Alexandria will stay here until your return, we will take care of your walkers, or any walkers to come, and you will work for me”, he said loudly, for everybody to hear

Rick only nodded, and got into a truck behind Negan.

Dwight pushed Daryl until he got him inside a truck, you shared last looks, and they left, again, taking your heart with them. 

The majority of the saviors left

And you felt left out, you wanted to see how they got rid of them, with explosions and guns, but a couple of saviors stayed, guarding the gates.

That guy that was called Davey or whatever kept looking at you, making your skin crawl.

Tara came to you at the gates

“Everything alright?”, you asked her

“They took a lot of meds”, she said sadly, “but at least nobody else died, right?

“Yeah, you could say that”, you muttered sadly, you walked back with her to the house. Your mind racing

When are you going to see Daryl again? What could you possibly do to get him back? this ‘agreement’ didn’t look like it had an end date, a way to negotiate, what could you give to Negan for the release of Daryl? What could you do to get Rosita and Sasha back?

“They beat up Abraham pretty bad”, she told you, “before you came back”

“Is he alright?”, you asked her

“He will be”, she said firmly, so you went with her to visit him.

You spend the afternoon putting order in Alexandria, frequently listening to explosions happening a few miles back, at the pit

At the end of the day, they brought Rick back, with a scared look on his face, and the announcement that the walkers… were all gone, every single one of them.

You didn’t know what to feel.

Although you could say… you felt pretty powerless 

He returned from Alexandria with a knot on his throat, as Dwight pushed him back into his cell, the only thing he could see in the darkness was you, pressed against Negan as you kissed him on the cheek.

The very thought made him shiver. 

With nightmares clouding his mind, he tried to sleep.

He whimpered when he heard that damn song, again, not letting him bat an eye, not get a minute of peace

We are on easy street

And it feels so sweet

The song ended and the door opened, like clockwork, Dwight entered with his dogfood sandwich

“Had you thought about my proposal?”, he asked

“I ain't ‘ever gonna kneel”, he said quickly

“You sure?”, he asked, with a mocking grin on his face, “I found something in your jacket that says otherwise”, Daryl just looked at him, and almost jumped to attack him with Dwight showed him the little box he knew all too well 

“Screw ya”, he mumbled, “don’ touch tha”

“I would say it if I were you”, he said, placing the box back inside his jacket, “you know I did, and you… have so much to lose than I did, you have your girl, and you also have a family, make it easy on yourself, on them…”, Daryl just looked up at him, “you know what he can do to them”, then the blonde let him out and lead him through the hallways

Have you stayed in one of those cells? Have you walked this walk? barefoot like he was now?

You had, he knew you did

How did you manage to stay whole?

He admired you now more than he ever did

This was his third day here, he had been checked by a doctor, he had seen what Sherry was now, and he had been tortured, sleep deprived and fed with dog-food sandwiches. They took him to Alexandria, to further his torment, he hadn't seen Sasha or Rosita, but he guessed they weren’t better off, and he had been there when Abraham demanded to see them, and they beat him up at the very gates. 

“Step in”, Dwight pushed him into a room, a comfortable looking room, where Negan was, waiting for him sitting on a leather couch

“Ahh Jesus, you look awful!”, Negan mocked, “you thirsty?”, Daryl barely nodded, at the prospect of being mocked and not given any, but Negan stood up and offered him a glass of water. But he had trouble drinking it, “Uh I forgot, you got your mouth all fucked up like a babboon’s ass, D get him a straw, what’s wrong with you?”, he asked him.

Dwight ran to fulfill his order, looking for a straw in the made kitchen there until he found one, and gave it to Daryl, who sipped on the water quickly, he was thirsty, very much so 

“See that guy? He hustles. I like hustle”, admired Negan, looking at Dwight come and go, “but believe it or not, things weren't always cool between us. See, D here… he worked for points, him and his super hot wife and her super hot sister. But, see, sis… she needed meds. And that shit is hard to scavenge, so it costs more…”, he started telling the tale, Daryl just stood there, watching him  silently, “...Sis fell behind on points, so I asked her to marry me. Told her I would take care of her in sickness and in health, blah blah blah, because I am a stand-up guy”, his eyes never strayed from Daryl, not even for a second

“She tells me that she's gonna think about it… Next thing you know, I'm dealing with an orange situation. Dwighty-boy here stole all the medication and took off with his super hot wife and my super hot maybe soon-to-be fiancée!”, he makes Lucille tap on the floor, making both men jump a bit,  “So I had to send my guys after him, because I can't let something like that stand. There...are...rules”, he said emphatically, “cost me an arm and a leg going after him… and you know what… Dwighty boy?”, he smiled even more, chuckling “He still got away…”

Daryl knows that part, he was the one that helped him escape 

“But here's the thing. D.. he saw the light. He manned up. He came back. He asked for my forgiveness. I like that. Made me... take notice. But Lucille... Well...you know how she is. She is a stickler for the rules. So, Dwight... he begged me not to kill Sherry, which I thought was kind of cute, so I was just gonna kill him. But then Sherry says that she will marry me if I let Dwight live, which, if you think about it, that's a pretty screwed-up deal, 'cause I was gonna marry her sister until she wound up dead, but... Sherry is super hot”.

Daryl then looked at Dwight, that looked like he was about to start crying any second now

“Anyways, it was a start, but it wasn't enough, so Dwight... he got the iron. And then I married his super hot wife… Ex-wife. And then after all that, he still got on board! And now look at him. Pow! One of my top guys. And we are totally cool”, they were not cool, Daryl thought, Dwight was miserable. “The point being, I think you can be that guy”, he said, placing a hand on his chest, “I think you are ready to be that guy….”, he then turned to the room around. “I believe you can be one of my top guys… and my top guys? well… they live like Kings!”, he said quickly… “you saw, our toys, our women… When you work for me, any of those fine ladies could be yours, of course, as long as they say yes”, he said

“Not interested”, he said grumpily, looking at the floor in front of him. Of course, Negan knew why, but he still wanted to trial him. 

“Oh right”, muttered Negan, “you already got a lady”, he teased, “you might be an asshole, Daryl, but you’ve got a fine taste in women”, he said, “damn that girl is a minx, did you know that when she was here, she beat up several of my men? including Simon, they say she made his head ring like a freaking bong! and Fat Joey there was wearing a footprint on his fat face for like a week!”, he was pleased now, he looked around the room and spread his arms, “you know Daryl? all of this could be yours, you could actually bring in that pretty little number of yours, have her here… did you ask her to be your wife yet?”, Dwight then reached into the pocket of Daryl vest he was wearing

“Hey… don’t!”, Daryl protested, but he gave it to Negan

Dwight grabbed onto Daryl’s vest, Letting Negan take a couple of steps back to see the insides of the box

“Oh… no… this is for her?”, he asked, “so you haven’t asked her yet… she still isn’t your wife”, he said with a wide smile. He then looked at Daryl, with a look that was borderline sadistic, “maybe I will ask her… yeah, that would be fun, having her here…”

“No”, he said quickly

“She will come here”, he promised, “hell, I will go and get her myself right now, the question is… will she come here to keep your bed warm and your cock wet… or my bed warm and my big fat cock wet?”

“Leave ‘er out of this”, he said, his voice was rough, but Negan was thrilled on the begging he saw on his sharp little eyes. 

“She will do it, you know she will”, he whispered in his ear, “I’ll go to Alexandria and I will tell her… that I will chop up pieces of you if she doesn’t agree to marry me, you know she will say yes… she is nice like that”, he muttered

“Don’t”, Negan chuckled when he heard a bit of begging in his voice

“Very easy then, say it… and she will come here as your wife”

Daryl looked at him, with horror in his eyes, he remembered what he saw, with Sherry, a couple of days back, clear as day, that pregnancy test on that medical table. Negan was going to do to the both of you the same he had done with Dwight and Sherry. He was going to make you his wife, and after that he was going to make you have sex with him, he could just easily get you pregnant, he could knock you up on a whim, just to get back at him.

The very thought repulsed him. The thought of you with someone else's child in your belly, you being coerced into having sex with someone you didn’t want to, just to protect him.  

But that’s not all Negan could do to you, he could humiliate you in front of all the saviors, just to prove a point, he could burn you again, torture you like he did him, and you too, make you work for him for points, and you were not gonna bend, not for long, he could end up killing you, and make him watch your walker self strapped to the fence. 

He couldn't bear it, the mere thought made him tremble 

He had to do it, for you, because of you. At the end of the day, he understood Dwight, he did, he had Sherry, and Daryl had you… so he swallowed his own words, he cleared his throat, and he raised his eyes to look Negan on the face.

“I’m Negan”, he muttered. 

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Only Daryl & Norman Fic — I’ll Give You What You Want, Girl

I’ll Give You What You Want, Girl

Daryl Dixon x Reader | NSFW | Smut Warning | 18+ Only

Request: I have a request based on Daryl where it is pre-apocalypse and the reader is a student of his in a private school where they wear plaid skirts knee high socks that kind of thing and she flirts with her teacher Daryl relentlessly all school year ( she’s a senior and of legal age) so on the very last day of school he finally gives her what she been begging for.

Summary: Uh, pure Daryl smut and AU/Pre-Apocalypse… The reader has crushed on Mr. Dixon for a long time, but he is her teacher. One the last day of class the reader seduces him and he teaches her how a real man does it.

You purposefully sucked and swirled on the lollipop in your mouth for longer than usual, letting your tongue glide around the circumference of the rim, as you watched the man, who made your panties consistently wet, teach in front of you. Mr. Daryl Dixon. You had never known any man to ignite your fire quite like him. Your hips dropped down into your seat at your desk and you spread your legs, slightly apart, your uniform’s skirt slipping open.

Daryl noticed. His jaw tightened as he stared at you for a moment before forcing his eyes back to the chalkboard. He continued his lecture, feeling your eyes on him as he always did.

“Okay, that’s it! You are all done for the year! Go out and celebrate! And I’ll see you all at graduation!” Daryl said, closing the book on the table in front of him.

He watched as the boys and girls ushered quickly out of the room, excited to start for their new-found freedom.

Daryl turned around and began to wipe the chalkboard down with his eraser. He felt eyes on him, so he looked back. He saw you sitting there, nervously twirling your pencil around on your open notebook.

“Something I can help you with, Y/N?” he asked, trying to stay professional.

Truth be told he knew you had a massive crush on him, it was hard not to see. You were always staring at him in a way that he knew you shouldn’t be. He thought you were gorgeous but many years younger and not to mention you hadn’t even turned 18 yet AND you were a student of his. He had tried very hard to keep things professional, for fear of his job. Although, he had to admit late and night when no one else was around he had grown accustomed to stroking himself to the thought of you. He wondered how you would moan when his cock slipped inside you. He wondered what your beautiful face looked like when it came. He had imagined this plenty through the course of the past year.

He turned around and put his hands on the desk in front of him, leaning forward. His hands were covered in chalk and his long, white, shirt was rolled up to each elbow. His blue tie was loosely around his neck, as he had been pulling at it all day. You noticed his muscular arms and your eyes ran to his.

You looked over at the door, watching all the students run out of the school as fast as they could. You looked back over to him and stood up. You walked over to him.

“It’s my birthday today,” you said, forcing the words out.

Daryl bit his lip, chewing on it as he tried to keep his eyes from roaming your body. You always looked so fucking good in your uniform, it was part of his fantasy to fuck you in it.

“Happy… Happy Birthday,” he stuttered a little, trying to fight the thoughts that were swirling through his head for you.

“I’m finally 18…” you said, forcing your body to walk over to his on the other side of his desk.

He stood and turned, to face you. He fought the urge to reach down and adjust his cock.

You noticed him squirming and you smirked, sure you were the reason.

You leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“You know I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long,” you said.

You noticed his breath hitch and you smiled, placing your hand on his stomach, keeping an eye on the open door behind you.

“I want you, Mr. Dixon. Be my birthday present?” you asked, cocking your head to the side and looking up at him innocently.

“We’ve been over this, Y/N… It’s not, it wouldn’t be professional. 18 or not,” he said, his body as tense as ever so close to yours.

You ran your hands up to his chest, holding his gaze.

“You aren’t my teacher anymore are you?” you asked, tilting your head.

He shook his head, still avoiding staring you down.

“But, still-“ you put your finger to his lips and he stopped talking.

You leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“Do you want me?” you asked.

He allowed his eyes to roam down your backside and to your ass, wishing he could lift that skirt and grab it. Fuck, you made this so hard on him.

You leaned back and noticed the darkness in his eyes. You smiled, sitting on his desk and opening your legs. You stared him down as you licked your index and middle finger down, slowly shoving them down inside your white panties.

You stared him down as you softly stroked your pussy, feeling how wet you always were for him.

“Mmm… I want you…” you closed your eyes and began rubbing yourself up and down, turning yourself on in the process.

Daryl’s hand came to your wrist and pulled your hand out of your panties. He looked at you angrily.

“What the fuck are you doin?!” he growled, looking over at the door, which revealed an empty hallway.

“If you won’t touch me, I need to find relief… You just, make me so… horny,” you admitted, trying to pull your hand away from his.

He dropped your hand, staring at you just as hard for another minute. He nodded and walked over to the open door. He slammed it shut and closed the curtain on the window. You watched him lock the door and turn back toward you. His hands ran to his belt and he unbuckled it, his dominant eyes never leaving yours.

You swung your open legs around and bit your lip, watching him come back toward you.

“Is that what you really want, Y/N?” he asked, walking back over to you until he was standing face to face with you.

You propped your hands up in the front of your skirt, on the desk, leaning into him and nodded. Your eyes were wide and innocent, just like everything about you.

“Then, I’ll give you what you want girl…” he growled, slowly walking over to you.

He sat back in his chair, which he scooted back toward the chalkboard. He stared your open legs down, looking at your wet panties as the shone through for him. He rubbed his fingers over his lips and glared your body down, his eyes came to yours and he nodded his nose up.

“Show me,” he said.

“What?” you asked, feeling a rush from his eyes on yours.

His scolding eyes pierced into yours.

“Show me how you touch yourself. Tell me what you think about when you think of me,” he said.

You smiled and nodded. You pushed your hand back down, caressing your short skirt a moment, before sliding your palm down over your panties. You stroked yourself as you stared at him with need.

“I think about… mmm… your lips on my skin, all over it. And your hands?” you ran your hands up to cup your breasts over your thin sweater.

“I imagine your hands all over my body, touching me everywhere, all at once,” you said as you cupped your breasts a few more times.

Daryl’s jaw tightened at the sight of you as did his cock, it twitched inside his pants and he ran his hand over to caress it.

“What about my cock? Where do you want that?” he asked, putting pressure on his clothed cock.

You smiled and ran your right hand down to your pussy again, shoving it back inside the fabric.

“I want your cock in my pussy. I want you to fuck me with it till I can’t stand,” you said, closing your eyes and slowly pumping your fingers in and out of yourself as you imagined the scene you spoke of

You heard Daryl get out of his chair. You opened your eyes and he was standing in front of you again, his eyes ever so serious.

He ran his hands down to your thighs, rubbing them up and down, his fingertips touching the edge of your thigh-high knee socks as he did. He looked over at the door and then back at you as if he was still unsure. You ran your hand out of your panties and down to his clothed cock, rubbing it up and down.

He glared at you and growled in the back of his throat. His hands ran up to the hem of your sweater and he pushed it up, exposing your breasts to him. You weren’t wearing a bra, you rarely did, and Daryl always noticed your hard nipples staring at him in class. His hands ran up and cupped your breasts, roughly pinching them.

“Mmmm….” you moaned, feeling yourself getting even wetter by his action.

He stepped inside your legs and pushed his lips down onto the side of your neck as his hands worked on you. He crashed his lips down onto your skin and began to suck on it harshly.

“Oh, Mr. Dixon!” you cried out, your hands running to his back, which you clung to.

He left hot, sticky, kisses up your neck until he got to your ear. At the same time, his right hand ventured down in between your legs. He pushed his hand inside your panties and ran his fingers up and down your folds.

“So, fucking wet for me, huh?” he said, pushing his fingers inside you, while his other hand worked on your breast.

“Let me ask ya something, Y/N? Ya ever been with a real man before? Not just those boys out there?” he purred into your ear, creating shivers everywhere.

You shook your head and ran your hand up to the back of his hair which you massaged, roughly.

He bit and sucked on your neck a few more times, before leaning his face over to yours. His hand came out of your panties and ran up to trace your lips.

“Ya wanna know the difference between a boy and a man, Y/N?” he asked, tracing your lips with his finger.

You nodded and parted your lips to his finger, arching your body up into his.

His hand ran down to your sternum and he slowly pushed your body down onto the desk. He walked around the desk, standing over you, as you looked up at him, from your now upside-down position. You watched him loosen his tie and let it hang open around his neck. He buttoned his shirt and you licked your lips at the sight of his bare chest over you.

He smirked at the look in your eye and leaned his face over yours again.

“A man makes sure a woman is taken care of, in every way,” he said.

He pushed his hands onto the desk, on either side of your head, and pushed his lips to yours.

It was a harsh, dominant, kiss. He shoved his tongue deep into your mouth. You moaned happily as his tongue took yours around for a rough ride. His hands ran up and down your breasts and stomach as his tongue attacked yours.

His lips moved back over to the side of your neck. You turned your head to allow him access and sighed at the lovely feeling of his tongue marking you up and down. His hands ran back down your stomach to your clothed pussy. He ran his hands up and down it, pulling your skirt up as he did.

“Oh, yeah…” you moaned, rocking your hips up into his, feeling yourself ready to hit a high like you never knew!

His hands rubbed on you harder and faster as his tongue laid hot kisses all over your skin.

You rocked your hips up faster and faster.

He knew you were close. He rubbed you up and down faster, matching your hips rhythm, faster and deeper until you came for him.

You locked your hips up into his hand and gripped his hair tightly as your body spasmed for him.

“Oh… Shit!?!” you cried out, closing your eyes in confused happiness as you climaxed so hard.

He slowly rubbed your pussy up and down his hand, feeling yourself spasming again as he hit your clit again.

His hands ran back up to your breasts and pinched your nipples. He detached his lips from yours and leaned his face over yours again.

He smirked and tilted his head.

“Good girl. Now I know when I’ve done my job right,” he said.

With that you watched him walk back around and in between your legs. He gripped your thighs, before running his hands up them and to the hem of your panties. He pulled them down, off your ass and down your legs. He pushed them over your knee socks and pulled them down off your feet, dropping them to the floor.

His hands move your feet up to the desk. You scoot up the desk to allow it. Watching him in disbelief as he uses your ankles to push your legs up and apart.

He moves your skirt so that it is up on your stomach and you soaked pussy was free. He looked up at you as he leaned down and slowly licked up your fold.

“Oh… shit…” you whispered, loving the feeling.

You had never had a man go down on you before and it felt amazing!

He inserted his tongue the next time, lapping up your juice.

He smirked as he watched you loving it. He wiggled his tongue around you, closing his eyes and moaning into your pussy. His lips came up to your clit, which he suctioned, causing you to buck up in surprised pleasure.

“Fuck!” you cried out, loudly, your body rocking up into his tongue as it ran back to swirl around inside you.

Your whole body was on fire as he worked on you. You closed your eyes, feeling like the only thing in the world was this man and you.

His hand came up and swirled around your clit as his tongue darted around inside you. He tasted fresh nectar coming from you and he knew you were ready to go again.

He detached his lips, running up to suction your clit for a second longer before detaching and standing up over you again.

You stared up at him, unhappy at the lack of contact. He smirked and brought his hands to his pants. He stared you down as he unbuttoned and unzipped himself. He pushed his jeans to the ground and kicked out of them and his shoes.

You opened your legs and peered down at his nearly naked body. Your eyes ventured down his bare chest under his open shirt, to his stomach and that’s when you saw his cock. Your eyes widened at the sight, a little nervous as you took in his size. He was huge! And his cock was already so hard and throbbing for you.

He noticed your shock and worry.

“Don’t worry, Y/N… It ain’t gonna hurt ya. In fact, just the opposite,” he said, smirking as he grabbed his cock and pumped it up and down at the sight of you.

You nodded, running your hands down your bare breasts to your stomach, you caressed it as you stared it down, getting so turned on as he pumped himself at the sight of you.

He dropped his hand and held it out to you.

“Come here,” he instructed.

You looked up at him and took his hand. He pulled you off the desk and swiftly turned you around, pushing your hands onto the desk in front of you.

His hand came down in between your legs and he slapped your inner thighs and pushed them further apart. You arched your ass back toward him as you repositioned your legs.

He leaned over and whispered into your ear, “What’d you say? You wanted me to fuck you till you could stand?”

You bit your lip and nodded, so fucking wet again at the thought of him inside you.

His hands came up your back and pushed at the hem of your sweatshirt. You stood up and raised your arms, allowing him to take it off you, fully exposing your top half to him. His hands roamed up and down your naked back, every inch of it, finally coming down to your ass. He reached up under your skirt and gripped it, smacking it as he roughly rubbed it.

“I’m going to fuck you so good you forget your name, Y/N,” he said.

You heard him open a drawer and you looked over and watched him pull a condom from it. He opened it and placed it on his cock. You watched him as you looked back, re-positioning your hands onto the desk. Arching your ass and your body back toward him.

His left hand gripped your hip and his right hand grabbed his cock. He teased your folds with his tip, which made you even wetter.

“Oh!” you moaned.

Suddenly, your mouth was being enveloped by something. You recognize it was his blue tie. He tied it around your open mouth a few times and tied it tightly to the back of your head.

You groaned in confusion as his hands came up and roughly played with your breasts, leaning in to whisper into your ear.

“Ya ain’t able to keep quiet, so I guess I have to improvise,” he said.

His hands came to your sides and his right knee nudged in between your legs and pushed your right leg up. You let him prop your knee on the desk, opening you up further to him. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder and gripped his neck with both hands.

His eyes were dark, punishing even.

You stared up at him with pure need.

He grabbed his cock with his right hand and grabbed your hip with the other. He glared you down and pushed himself swiftly inside you, trying to fill you as far and as fast as he could.

“Ah!! God!” you cried out through a muffled, surprised, scream.

He was so fucking big, you had never felt anything like this.

His hand right hand ran around to your clit and he roughly played with it, causing you to cry out again to him. You started to bounce up and down onto his big cock and up against his hand as he pleasured you so fucking good. You were so close to cumming like you never had before.

He noticed you already climbing and his hand stopped.

His hands ran to your hips and he pulled out of you.

You groaned in disappointment, feeling cheated of your high.

He twirled you around and pushed your body slowly back onto the desk, by your sternum.

Your eyes never left his as he guided you down. You parted your legs and he walked into them.

You looked down and watched him grab your legs and wrap them around him. You readjusted so your ass was at the edge of the table.

He grabbed his cock and slammed it back inside you, hitting into you quickly, making your body bounce up and down his wooden desk.

You felt his cock hitting your sweet spot every time, with such intensity.

“Yeah… That gorgeous body loves to be fucked hard, huh?” he grunted in between thrusts at the sight of you.

You nodded and moaned into your gag.

He smirked, bringing his hands to the sides of your ass, which he smacked harshly, under your skirt a few times, before gripping tightly.

He used his tight, rough, grip on you as leverage and started hitting into your hilt, hitting your sweet spot so rough it created amazing pressure.

You were a moaning, screaming, mess and your muffled screams only reminded you of how fucking amazing your body felt right now.

He hit into you faster and deeper, hitting your clit so deep. He started to pick up his pace, pinning and unpinning you to the solid surface under you faster and with more pressure. You rocked up and down faster and harder until you felt an even deeper urge to cum.

The amazing pressure… His cock fucking you so good… His dark eyes on you, loving him inside you…

You felt better and better until you rocked your hips up and down onto his cock, roughly, and came so fucking hard.

“Ohhhh… God!! Ohh! Fuck! Yes!!” you cried out loudly, through the fabric.

You slowly rocked on his cock, your pussy contracting rapidly as you rode out your amazing high.

You opened your eyes and looked up at him.

He was staring you down. He immediately started hammering into you again, as fast as ever. You reached down and grabbed your breasts, pinching your nipples, loving the added pressure it created. You moaned and whimpered happily as you watched him fuck you without abandon.

You saw him staring down at you massaging your breasts, glaring your hands down. He watched you as he fucked you harder and faster until his hips locked, and he slammed himself deep inside you and came.

“Oh, fuck yeah! Fucking take that cock, girl!” he grunted, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as he felt himself explode inside you.

You tightened your pussy around his cock a few times, so turned on by feeling him cum inside you.

This made him slap your ass again. He snapped his scolding eyes your way and hit even deeper into you, holding himself there and stretching you out.

You moaned in confused bliss as you took him in.

“Yeah, you fucking love that cock,” he said, hitting into you one more time before pulling slowly out of you.

You looked up at him. You were breathing so heavily. Every cell in your body was buzzing and pinging in the best ways. You already missed him inside you. You ran your hand down and pressed against your pussy over your skirt, trying to prolong the moment.

He stepped out of you and your legs dangled back toward the ground.

You forced yourself to sit up, which was harder than you expected, your muscle worn nearly out. You stretched your body around, trying to ease some of the tension. You had little bruises on your inner thighs and ass from his fingertips, which really made it hotter.

He took off his condom and threw it in the garbage. He then walked over and quickly put his pants and boots back on. He buttoned up his white shirt as he walked slowly back over to you. Again, staring at you like you were his prey.

Your breathing slowed, as the world seemed to, as you nervously watched him walk over to you.

He walked back into your legs, leaned over and untied his tie. He unwrapped your mouth and shoved the tie in his pocket. He took his two hands and cupped the sides of your face. He moved it around in a circular manner, taking in the red marks that his gag had created from all your screams of pleasure.

He smirked. His hands run down the sides of your body and his right hand softly rubbed your pussy.

You licked your lips, already getting wet for him again. The minute you closed your eyes and leaned in, his hand left your body. You opened them and stared at him with disappointment.

He smirked wider. He leaned his body back into yours, rushing your senses again. His lips ghosted yours and he stared into your eyes.

“Ya ever want a real man again… Let me know,” he said, pushing himself away from you.

You watched as he walked over toward the door. He put his hand on the handle and turned around.

“By the way, you are one GREAT fuck, Y/N! See ya at graduation,” he said, before turning and leaving, shutting the door behind him.

You bit your lip and smiled, blushing at his words. As the door closed, you laughed to yourself. Falling back onto the desk, with your hand over your mouth. You looked over at the door in awe.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” you whispered to yourself, reliving the moment.

You hoped it wasn’t the last time Mr. Dixon would give you a lesson…

—–

 

SEE

[rainwritings]

Have an excerpt from the Caryl fic I’m working on - pre-season 1 (start of the apocalypse) AU:

The silence lingers in the air for another moment before Carol speaks up, suddenly seeming nervous. “Where were you headed, Mr. … ?”

“Daryl. Dixon. Don’t need none of that mister sh - “ he glances at the child, corrects himself - “stuff. Was heading to Atlanta, that’s where my brother went.”

She nods. “My husband, too. We got separated at the beginning, but we were heading to Atlanta. He’ll still be going that way. If it’s not… I mean, I don’t want to impose, but since we’re going in the same direction, would you mind if we went with you? We have food, we would be happy to share. And I can cook, or - “

“Don’t need your résumé,” he interrupts, heading over to the corpse - the walker - and pulling out his arrows. “It’s like you said, we’re going in the same direction. Makes sense.”

He doesn’t see her reaction, still busy trying to pluck out the arrow that went through the walker’s head, but when he finally manages it and turns around, her shoulders are considerably more relaxed. “Thank you,” she says, rubbing Sophia’s back. The girl is only just starting to raise her eyes from the ground, but they’re unfocused, and her head is still buried into her mother’s side. She’s terrified.

Daryl just wishes he’d gotten that thing sooner. It was too close a call.

“Ain’t gotta thank me,” he protests. “Just makes sense.”

“Sure,” Carol agrees easily, and she’s smiling slightly.

[holy-rovia]

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All details vary based on verse, and I can pull Jesus from most points in the show's timeline, including post-death or fix-it verses if needed. While I'm happy to write with comics muses, I'm not caught up on them, so any significant plot changes need to be communicated in advance. I'm also happy to create mash-up AUs with other fandoms like TLOU, Supernatural, MCU, or other horror universes.

wanted connections:

This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I can roll with most muses as far as basic interactions. I’m happy to ship Jesus with other TWD characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry, but unless they’re on my OTP list, they need plotting and interaction first. There is never any pressure to ship with me, even if they’re on my list. Please note that I write Jesus as homosexual, as supported by his canon, and I only ship him with male muses.

OTPs: Aaron Raleigh, Daryl Dixon Possible Ships: most TWD muses Other: TWD muses, King Ezekiel (I just think he's cool and doesn't get enough love), TLOU or other zombie apocalypse/supernatural/horror muses

default verses:

twd!verse: Any events set in The Walking Dead timeline, including fix-it verses for Jesus's death. He survives the Whisperers to be one of the envoys to the Commonwealth, where he later helps to overturn it and works as a private detective.

verses by request only:

I'm happy to write these, but since they're more specific AUs, I don't default on them for asks/memes. Please feel free to request them.

multiverse!madness: At the moment of his death, Jesus finds himself transported to an alternate universe (Marvel, DC, other horror fandoms, etc.). Though he distinctly remembers dying, he's unharmed there and must adjust to the new conditions, whether that's normal, pre-apocalyptic life or a different apocalypse scenario.

tlou: Jesus was fifteen when the outbreak happened, and he later joined the Fireflies in Atlanta, though he eventually becomes disillusioned by their tactics and lives as a nomad. (bio)

[dixons-sunshine]

Thinkin’ about a lil fluffy blurb of the young!daryl au about the morning after their first time. I just think he’d be so nervous but inside so happy, like he just feels so loved🥺

I wanna give him a hug and a smooch

The Morning After | Young!Daryl Dixon x Young!Fem!Reader

Summary: The morning after you had your first time with Daryl, you could clearly see the apprehension and fear in his eyes, the self deprecating thoughts that you would regret it. Not about to have the perfect man think that you regretted him, you took it upon yourself to reassure him how much you loved him, even if those words weren't spoken yet.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Pre apocalypse.

Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of Daryl's scars, suggestive themes.

Word count: 1.3k.

A/n: Don't know how to feel about this, to be totally honest with you. I feel like my writing has really been lacking lately, but maybe working on that series idea will help me out a little. Anyways, I hope you like this!

The morning sun was shining brightly through the curtains in your small room. The birds were chirping merrily outside your window and the sound of the children's bright laughter could be heard clearly, the weekend brightening every school goer's moods. The sound of people conversing with each other could also distinctly be heard, and for once, it seemed as if the world's troubles melted away, and everyone was at peace, even if only for a little while.

Daryl Dixon would describe peace as the feeling of having you pressed tightly against his side, your head resting on his bare chest as you slept peacefully. Daryl listened to the steady rhythm of your breathing, the rise and fall of your chest bringing a sense of calm to the young man. He felt a sense of pride knowing that you trusted him enough to sleep so peacefully, completely unaware of your surroundings. You trusted him to keep you safe while you were in your most vulnerable state, and that made a small smile spread across his face.

Although your relationship was relatively new, just recently surpassing the six month mark, Daryl felt more at peace than he ever had when the two of you were merely best friends. And after the night prior, when the two of you had finally crossed the threshold and given your most sacred parts of yourselves to one another, your relationship had taken a turn—for the better or for the worse, Daryl couldn't be sure of until you woke up.

Daryl sighed as he caressed your bare arm softly, his fingers following an invisible path that only his eyes could see. Although Daryl had no regrets for what happened the night before, he had no idea whether or not you'd share that same sentiment. He knew that he was inexperienced and that he hadn't performed as well as someone knowledgeable about it, but he hoped he did okay.

You seemed to have enjoyed it, but Merle had told him before that women could fake it enough to convince the man that they had finished, so he couldn't be sure. And if you did fake it, what would he do about it? He couldn't be mad, but he would be a little hurt. Would he confront you about it? Would he just go home and try to play it cool? He didn't know.

Daryl was startled when he felt the press of something warm against his chest. Gazing down, he locked eyes with you, and he was relatively surprised to be met with that warm, beautiful smile of yours.

You laughed quietly and continued to press soft, gentle kisses all along his chest, being extra gentle whenever you came across one of his scars. Your kisses soon trailed all the way up to his neck, up to his jaw, his cheek, before you stopped right when you got to his mouth. You let your mouth hover slightly above his, your lips barely grazing against each other, giving him the chance to back away if he didn't want to share a kiss with you.

Daryl slowly leaned forward until his lips pressed against yours fully, his hand trailing up your arm and to the back of your neck. The kiss ended too soon for his liking, with you pulling away first to lean your forehead against his.

You smiled fondly at him. “Good morning, handsome.”

Daryl chuckled. “G'mornin', beautiful,” Daryl greeted you, his morning voice raspy and hotter than he knew, making your breath hitch at the seductive sound. “Ya sleep okay?”

Pulling yourself together, you shook the intrusive thoughts from your mind and nodded. “Better than I have in a long time,” you confirmed, letting your fingers gently trail down his chest. “I didn't know that having sex could tire someone out that much.”

Daryl hummed in agreement. “Yeah,” he mumbled, his mind wandering back to his previous thoughts before you woke up. Did you regret it? Would you kick him to the curb after that one night?

Perceptive as ever, you instantly noticed the shift in his mood. Why didn't he look as relaxed as you felt? Then, as if being struck by lightning, you remembered what had happened once before. You were transported back to the day when the two of you had originally almost slept together, and you remembered what Daryl had told you. You remembered his insecurities, and it all made sense.

Not wanting to scare him off by addressing his insecurities head on, knowing that he'd feel uncomfortable if you did that, you instead took his face into your hands and pressed your lips against his for a firm kiss. Your thumbs gently caressed his cheeks, and you smiled against his lips when you felt Daryl's arms wrap around your waist, subconsciously helping you straddle his lap while he moved into a seated position.

You pulled away from the kiss, gazing deeply into his ocean coloured eyes. “Last night was incredible,” you began, smiling at him fondly. “You were incredible.”

Daryl blushed and tried to duck his head in embarrassment, but your hands on his face stopped him. He looked at you, a shy smile spreading across his face. “Yeah?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, nodding for emphasis. “It was amazing. I've never felt that good in my life. You were like a Greek god last night. I don't think you've ever looked hotter, and that's saying a lot, because your sleeveless shirts make you look hot as fuck.”

“Stop,” Daryl mumbled, but he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips at your words.

“I'm serious!” you laughed lightly. “Seriously, Dar, you were amazing last night. I have absolutely no complaints.”

“Yer sure?” Daryl questioned, looking at you unsurely. “Ya dun' have any regrets or anythin'?”

You shook your head. “No. If anything, I regret not doing this sooner.”

Daryl chuckled, leaning forward to press a tender kiss against your forehead. “Yer too nice to me. If ya have any regrets—”

“I don't,” you cut him off, cupping his face in your hands again. “Daryl Dixon, we've been over this once before. When it comes to you, I regret nothing. I don't regret becoming your friend all those years ago, I don't regret agreeing to be your girlfriend, and I certainly don't regret last night. It was amazing, you were amazing, and I'll definitely be doing this again. That is, if you want to, of course. I'd never force you to do anything you don't want to.”

“Are ya kiddin'?” Daryl asked rhetorically. “'Course I wanna do this again. Las' nigh' was amazin' to me.”

“Then it's settled,” you told him with a sense of finality in your voice. “You never have to worry when it comes to me. If you do anything that makes me uncomfortable, you know I'd tell you. Now tell those voices in your head to fuck off.”

Daryl chuckled and nodded. “Yes, ma'am.”

“Good.” You leaned forward and pressed another kiss to his lips before getting off his lap, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching down to grab your shirt. “I'm gonna make us some breakfast. Get dressed and join me, handsome.”

“Ya gon' make bacon?” Daryl questioned, silently mourning the loss of the sight of your bare body as it disappeared beneath your shirt.

“Of course,” you confirmed.

“Then I'll be righ' there, sunshine.”

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[findroleplay]

Hello.

I’m looking to write Klaus Hargreeves from the Umbrella Academy against a variety of canon, OC or crossover characters.

Klaus/Diego

- Open to anything with these two, canon divergent through to AU’s. 60’s story where they land together and need to make a life of their own? Pushing Daisies AU, with Detective Diego working with Klaus to solve murders, pre-S1 story where they stayed close… Anything and everything.

Klaus/Ben

- Open to lovely canon Ben or a darker Sparrow Ben, depending on what you feel up for writing! Twisting the story to where Ben doesn’t die? 60’s story where they do something other than starting a cult? Post S2 tale where Ben is returned to life and suddenly has to deal with feelings for Klaus / being back in the land of the living. AU’s aplenty. Give me your thoughts!

Klaus/Male OC

- I love those morally grey/dark characters who fall in love and turn on what they know. The ‘hates everyone but you’ vibe. I’m not really looking for a sunshine and rainbows story. That said, I can enjoy some fluffy scenes too!

- Maybe a commission operative sent undercover (like Lila) to monitor Klaus - he’s present in the 60’s or the Present (S1). Or perhaps another one of the powered kids who wasn’t adopted by Reginald but he was instead raised within another organisation (think HYDRA in the MCU). Perhaps even someone completely outside of Academy life - a mobster that Klaus ends up involved with during his time on the streets, he’s deadly and yet enchanted by Klaus.

- You get the vibe? Awesome! Come at me with the characters you think will fit. Let’s write something dark and angsty.

Klaus/Crossover character

(Open to a variety of thoughts here, I’ll list my own ideas, but please feel free to come at me with any character you feel could fit in with Klaus.)

- Klaus/Bucky Barnes, where Klaus goes back in time to WW2 instead of Vietnam and he meets James Buchanan Barnes. They fall in love. Bucky dies. Klaus goes home. Meanwhile MCU timeline carries on as normal to where Bucky is freed from HYDRA control, reads about the Umbrella Academy… Lots of angst, lots of drama. Let’s figure something out.

- Klaus/Steve Rogers, similar concept to above.

- Klaus/Daryl Dixon, where the apocalypse is the zombie apocalypse and The Walking Dead meets The Umbrella Academy. I have a more solid idea for this in my mind, but I would love to hear your thoughts on this concept too.

- Klaus/Rick Grimes, same as above.

- Once again, bring me your own thoughts! Not just from the MCU or TWD. I am open to any fandoms, including ones I am not in but that I am more than happy to research so long as you come with fairly extensive thoughts on how YC would mesh with Klaus!

Me: I’m 21+. I’m experienced and literate and more than comfortable with multi-para through to novella style roleplays. I am angst friendly, smut friendly and don’t have any real limits so I am fine with covering dark themes. I consider myself semi-regular and would like someone who feels the same, as I lose my muse if I am left waiting days at a time for a response. I’m off work now until the Winter Season so i’d love to match with someone available-ish!

I love writing side characters and would adore someone who feels the same - happy bringing in other Hargreeves siblings, other characters and I’d be down to help out with potential OC’s involved with your main or other side characters in crossover pairings. I’m OOC friendly and enjoy sharing memes, playlists, headcanons, etcetera. I really want someone to vibe with.

I write on discord or email, but like this advert and I will reach out to you.

I won’t get into any conversations with vague intros. We want to write so I take introductions as a bit of a writing sample. Tell me about yourself and your thoughts on this.

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[baseballbitch116]

Dixon’s Next Door - part 3

Introduction: Anna was a small town girl from Atlanta when she became the guardian of her two younger siblings. She was determined to keep them from the same abuse that she endured from her family, so she moved into a small beaten up house just outside the city in 2009. The new neighbors  next door - the Dixon brothers - were definitely trouble. She wanted to escape her past, not repeat her parents history with these redneck brothers. Matters only escalate when the news is talking about the possibility of some virus getting out and infecting people... Are Merle and Daryl just as bad as her past? How is she going to keep her brother and sister safe from this virus getting out? What did Anna get herself into?

Setting: Pre-apocalypse

Word Count: 2369

Series Warnings: Offensive language, mentions/suggestion of physical abuse, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, sexual themes, violence & death

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Jessie, being the angel that she is, bought the kids a blow up pool for the front yard. I insisted that she take it back but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Beau brought his pump and set it up that morning. To say that Colton and Bailey were excited would be a severe understatement. They were practically bouncing off the walls dying to go in the pool. I could count on one hand how many times they had been swimming before, so I didn’t blame them. This was an awesome treat from Jessie, I seriously owed her.

Beau and Jessie sat with me on the front porch as the kids played in the pool, splashing and having the time of their lives. She had even gotten Bailey some Minnie Mouse floaties. I leaned my head on her shoulder as I watched the kids enjoy themselves. This made it all worth it. Seeing them smile, happy, safe. It made the struggle worth it.

“I can’t thank you guys enough,” I reiterate.

“It’s not a problem.” Beau responds, taking a drag from his cigarette. Jessie smiles and pats my arm.

“Hey, it’s for you too. It be hot as hell out here.” She comments and I laugh, nodding my head.

“Damn, that’s what all the commotion out here is?” I look up and spot Merle on the front porch. He looked cranky - probably hung over. I exchange a look between my friends but Merle doesn’t say anything else, instead going back inside muttering to himself.

“That’s the neighbor?” Beau asks, raising a brow.

“Mhm,” I sigh. “One of em. There’s another, Daryl.”

“That’s his name? The cute one?” Jessie clarifies and I nudge her shoulder with a chuckle.

“Yes, that’s his name.” Beau rolls his eyes at his girlfriend’s comment.

“Is he any friendlier than that one?” He asks, taking another drag. I shrug my shoulders.

“Yeah, a bit. Haven’t talked to him much.”

“You should.” Jessie suggests.

“And say what? Do you wanna come babysit my brother and sister with me and talk about my insane family? Nah, I’m sure he has plenty better people to talk to.” I shrug sarcastically. Colton steps out of the pool only to run and dive right back into it with a big splash, making me laugh. “They’re loving it.” I comment.

“I knew they would.” Jessie responds. “Oh shoot, we gotta get going. I have my ultra sound.” Jessie says and jumps up. I check my phone and realize her appointment to find out the sex of her baby was soon.

“Yeah go! Have fun!” I give her a hug and say goodbye, then tell the kids it’s time to get out for lunch. I grab the two bath towels from the steps and wrap them both up. I hated that I was so poor that I couldn’t even spare money for proper swimming towels. I help Colton dry off and he runs inside while I finish drying Bailey off. I glanced up in time to spot Daryl walking outside and we make eye contact.

I feel like I should say something - given how decent he had been to me so far - but I didn’t know what to say. So instead, I shot him a half assed smile, which he did not return. He looked awkward and looked away, hopping onto the motorcycle. I bit my lip to keep from giggling and wrapped the towel around her shoulders, tapping her on the head as we headed toward the house. I felt Daryl’s eyes on me, but I did not turn back around to look.

While the kids were inside eating, I attempted to refill the oil in my car. I wasn’t very good at this kind of stuff, but I had to figure it out, cuz I did not have the money for unnecessary trips to the mechanic. They would just remind me of all of the millions of problems that my car had, anyway. First, I struggled to get the lid off. Then I struggled to get the hood up. And then it took me at least ten minutes to figure out where to pour the liquid. By the time I stepped on a sharp rock, I had had it.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” I shout angrily, slamming the hood of the car back down into place with an exasperated huff. 

“Well, would ya listen to that pretty little mouth!” A recognizable voice calls out with a dry snicker. I let out a deep sigh and turn around, leaning my hands on the hood of my car and come face to face with Merle. He’s standing a short distance away, wearing a smug grin on his face and a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He’s wearing basically the same clothes as always - a black tank top and cargo pants. “Having a little trouble with the man chores?” He taunts, exhaling smoke in your direction as he talks. You roll your eyes and hop onto the hood of your car. Today, you have time.

“Do you enjoy annoying random women?” I ask, resting my hands on the hood as I sit. This makes me closer to his height, but doesn’t make him less intimidating. He smirks and shrugs, removing the cigarette from his mouth and flicking it away.

“Yeah, yer fun to bother.” He responds smugly.

“Clearly, you’re so good at it.” I respond sarcastically with a smirk. He chuckles and shifts his weight.

“Now I think that’s the first damn time I seen ya smile, yet.” He remarks. It’s not a comment I was expecting.

“You haven’t said anything worth smiling at.”

“You got a mouth on ya, girl. I like it.” He smirks, taking a step closer to me. I am aware of the small space between us and suddenly lose my confidence, uncomfortable by his closeness. “So how old are ya?” He asks, taking a step back. Did he notice I got uncomfortable? Did he care? I’m just relieved to have a little more personal space back, so I decide to answer his question.

“Twenty four.”

“Ou, yer young.”

“And how old are you? A hundred?” I smirk.

Merle chuckles and eyes you intensely. He seemed to be enjoying this banter. “Close. I’m forty four.” He responds. I probably would’ve guessed he was closer to fifty, given his greying hair, but I kept that to myself.

“You could be my father.” I taunt.

“I could be yer daddy.” He smirks, and my eyes go wide.

“Oh boy, and that is where I say goodbye.” I stand up from the hood of my car and laugh to cover my awkwardness, shaking my head and starting toward my house. I hear Merle laughing behind me but he doesn’t say anything else, and by the time I look back as I’m closing the front door, he’s back at his porch.

The next few days, I don’t see much of the brothers. Between me working eight hour shifts at the bar now that they’re understaffed, and me taking care of the kids and the house, I had been busy. Even when we were sitting outside while they were in the pool, I hadn’t seen Merle in a few days. I saw Daryl once, but he didn’t say anything to me.

About a week later, I finally saw him when I was outside in the pool with the kids. I decided to get in with them, being as it was ninety degrees out and no one else had been outside to witness it. Merle got dropped off in some crappy car with tinted windows, and the first thing he did when the car drove off was whistle at me. “Damn girl, ya got a nice little body.” He hollers over at me. I roll my eyes and get on my knees in the shallow pool to allow the sides to cover most of my body. I lean my arms over the side and look over at him.

“Haven’t seen ya in a while.” I comment, somewhat curious as to where he might’ve been. Not because I cared - but because he definitely hadn’t been working, and he didn’t seem the type to leave the house much. I wanted to learn more about my strange neighbors. The more I knew, the less they could hurt me, right?

“Surprised ya noticed.” He responds, taking a few short steps over onto my lawn. Colton and Bailey don’t even acknowledge our conversation as they splash one another and play tag behind me. “Took a little visit downtown, if ya know what I mean.” Merle continues, shrugging. He’d been in jail? Why am I not surprised?

“What for?” I ask, but he only smirks.

“Ya having fun in there?” He asks, dodging my question. I don’t bother pushing it and shrug, running my hands along the sides of the pool.

“It’s hot as hell out.”

Merle nods and glances up at the bright sky. There wasn’t a cloud in sight today. “Damn right.” He responds, before glancing behind you at the kids. “They yers?” He asks, nodding his head toward them. I look back at my brother and sister playing together behind me and smile, happy that they are having fun. They deserve it. This is what I wanted for them.

“Nah, my siblings.” I respond.

“How’s about you and I get in there together later when they’re not around?” Merle suggests, waggling his brows and smirking suggestively at me. I roll my eyes and give him a look.

“Yeah sure, around quarter after never.” I smirk at him. He laughs and throws his arms up.

“One day!” He shouts over his shoulder as he walks toward his own house, and I just shake my head and turn back around to refocus on the kids.

I listened to the news again that night as I laid on the sofa after my shift at the bar, curious about this talk of a virus. It didn’t make much sense to me so I didn’t really pay any attention, instead checking the tracking information on the bed I had ordered.

And the next day, the bed arrived. Bright and early, before Jessie and Beau were supposed to be here. The delivery man left the large, heavy box down by my car, and when I tried to move it by myself, I nearly pulled my back out. I let out a heavy sigh and looked around for something I could use to help me get it inside. It was cloudy out and it seemed like it would rain before Jessie got here to help. I couldn’t just leave it out here, but I didn’t know what else to do. Until, I spotted Daryl over by the motorcycle, working on it. His back was to me, but I could tell it was him.

I was reluctant, but I didn’t have much choice. So I cautiously treaded across our lawns and approached Daryl, clearing my throat when I was a few feet away. He looked up at me and if he was shocked to see me, his facial expression didn’t give much away. “Hey, sorry. I was wondering, uh, if you could maybe do me a huge favor and help me lift this box? It’s too heavy for me and it’s gonna rain soon…” I ask awkwardly. He stares at me for a moment before looking over at the box by my car, then back to me. He stands up silently and wipes his hands off on his jeans, then nods and starts walking over to the box. I follow his silent lead and get on the other side of the box, lifting when he does.

It’s heavy as hell but after some maneuvering, we get it inside. “Where ya want it?” He asks with a slightly strained voice from the weight.

“That bedroom on the left.” I respond, helping him carry it into my basically empty bedroom. It was weird seeing him in my house but I didn’t focus on that, rather on not tripping and dropping the box on my foot. We set it down against the wall and I let out a deep breath.

“Thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver.” I say with a smile. He studies me and shrugs his shoulders. He seems very standoffish, but he helped me, so I appreciate it. “You want a beer or something as a thanks?” I offer, but he shakes his head.

“Nah, gotta get back. Rain comin.” He reminds me, walking past me and heading for the front door. He shoots me a final look before heading out the door and back to the motorcycle, leaving me confused and appreciative.

Sure enough, it began to rain less than an hour later, and the kids were disappointed that they couldn’t go swimming. Instead, they colored while I began trying to set up the bed frame. Starting next week, Colton would be starting first grade, after passing a test to exempt him from kindergarten due to his age, and Bailey would be starting preschool. Which basically meant free childcare. I paid Jessie eight an hour to watch the kids while I was at work, which basically took over half of my tips that I earned at the bar, meaning I wasn’t bringing home much money.

The rest of the day was spent setting up the bed in my room, shopping for a mattress and then getting that back to the house. By the time dinner came around, I was so exhausted, but I still had to cook for the kids. I made boxed mac and cheese and let them watch a movie while I sat alone in the kitchen with my bowl and looked through coupons. It was pretty depressing, but I just needed a moment alone to get myself together. We’d only been here a few short weeks but it felt like a lifetime. I was tired all the time and I never had any time to myself. But I kept reminding myself of what would happen if we went home, or if Bailey and Colton had to endure living there any longer. No, I would suffer if it meant that they didn’t.

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Prompts One

Sleepy Prompts

Best friends to lovers

Cuddles Prompts

Oblivious Idiots in Love

Characters I can write for:

Daryl Dixon

Travis From Gossip (SWEETHEART)

Van from Floating ( he is Daryl in different font)

I can do alternate universes such as high school, college Au, pre-apocalypse, soulmates, supernatural elements (werewolves, etc) twin au etc

I can attempt to write something spicy 🌶 it’s been long time since I wrote that.

It will most likely be female reader, since that’s what I am most comfortable with

Trying to unblock my writers block.