#daryl’s commentary

[blindinghope]

daryl dixon and his mission to support local lesbians

[gyroshrike]

This is ooc because like Daryl would ever drag Connie away from a fight and not be ready to punk bitches with her

[elitehoe]

Daryl had the best commentary all night what a legend

[soughtserenity]

" Anybody got a light? "

[rye-views]

Something from Tiffany's (2022) dir. Daryl Wein. 7.4/10

I would not recommend this movie to my friends. I would not rewatch this movie.

Terri's a great friend and a great girl.

Gary being a liar is a red flag.

I just still feel we never mourned our relationships. We literally broke up with someone after a proposal?

The humor in this has more personality and realness than most comedies.

Memorable Quotes: "Don't worry, kid. I don't know social cues yet either."

[sinsandsweetness]

cw- smutty stuff, free use concept but very much consensual (Rick x reader mostly but all of the boys x reader mentioned too)

note- small blurb that’s totally not proofread, and will probably edit at another time. haven’t written in a few weeks so feeling rusty… feedback is apreciated or just general commentary ofc. have been in a really lovey, gentle, sweet smut mood lately so this is what ur getting sorry. don’t know why I’m so obsessed with reader being a form of escape but… ya. enjoy:)

Been having the filthiest thoughts about being the community free use slut. Everyone using you to relieve some stress. Yes, you read that right; everyone. You’re their perfect little plaything that will never say no. That just gets on her knees and takes it. No matter when or where.

It starts way at the beginning, with Shane and Daryl and Merle. Them taking turns dragging you to their tents, late at night when everyone else is asleep. Sometimes it’s just one of them, but other times they share. Take you at the same time and fill as many holes as they can. Leave you with the faintest blue and purple marks scattered all over your neck for the rest of the group to squint at in the morning. To gossip and whisper about over breakfast. Your berry stained lips and innocent eyes reminding them all of a pretty little doll they seem to treat you like.

And then you get to the prison, where things are tense, and discover that your… well, intimate service are needed more than ever. Acting as the only acceptable vice for the group to take their frustrations out on, in what you would describe as a relatively healthy way. At least considering the alternative. So while Rick is losing his mind and you’re already sharing a cell, he decides to try what a few of his friends have been doing right from the start. Using your pretty mouth as the escape they claim that works so well.

And he’s pleasantly surprised at the fact you’re more than willing. To let him urge you into the cell way before the sun has set. To let him drag you down to his bunk in the middle of the night where he doesn’t waste any time peeling your sleep shorts off in a mess of tangled sheets and blankets. And the whole time he’s with you, your lips burn hot as they trail down his neck and nip at newly sunburnt skin. You kiss him without thinking and your tongue tastes like toothpaste and bad decisions as it traces over his own and your hands seem to know the exact spots that have him pushing his jeans down to his ankles in almost shameful, record breaking time. But he doesn’t seem to mind because most importantly, having you right beneath him in the dim lit concrete cell, means that his mind, even just momentarily, is finally blank. For a few minutes, as long as you keep bringing your lips back to meet his, he has nothing to worry about. No crying newborn baby, no walkers, no fast spreading diseases or quarantines or mysterious unsolved murders. Nothing. Well, except the volume at which your pretty little moans are crawling their way up your chest and taunting your next door cell mates.

It’s when he finally has your legs wrapped around his waist and you’re so fucking warm and holy shit you’re wet, and your hands won’t leave his shoulders and your nails are scratching and raking down his back in the most pleasurable burn he could ever imagine… that, that is when it comes to him. When he finally fucking get’s it.

He understands exactly why every time it came to going on a run or splitting the group up, Daryl was always first to claim you as his partner. Why Shane was so obsessed with fixing some damn watch he found you so you could meet him out behind the barn or on the edge of the woods wearing nothing but a sundress and a smile, not a minute later then midnight. He even understood why Merle was acting uncharacteristically nicer to you than anyone else as he pouted and paced around his cell, begging for all kinds of attention but only really wanting the one. The one that was proving to be completely and irrationally addictive the more Rick thought about it. The more he focused on your skin under his hands and how sweet your voice sounded when you could no longer form a coherent sentence.

While he catches his breath, arms still wrapped around your waist, he can feel your legs trembling on either side of him as your hands continue to cup his face ever so gently. He doesn’t even open his eyes when you lean in to bite his lip and drag it out slowly before peppering sweet, meaningless kisses all down his jaw, neck and shoulders. It’s then, when your touch is making the back of his neck tingle and his breath hitch in his throat that he can’t help but feel like he’s been missing out. A whole year of this that the other guys have been experiencing? It doesn’t really seem fair. Not now that he’s had a taste. Now that he knows exactly why every man you’ve encountered since the world went to shit, has taken such an extreme and undeniable liking to you. Not now that he feels like he has to make up for lost time, pressing his forehead against yours and rocking himself back into you for the second time that night. You don’t object. You just spread your legs even further and pull at the damp curls at the base of his neck, silently urging him to keep on moving.

You don’t mind being used. Not really. It’s what you’re there for. To distract him from the horrors of the world and remind him that there’s still at least one thing worth living for. Even if it’s just a warm body in a shared bottom bunk. You’re there to ensure that the scowl lines on his face soften and his eyes close in pure, unfocused elation while he forces your hips even deeper into the mattress with involuntary moan that escapes your lips.

[norman-fucking-reedus]

More childish Daryl because we all love his big little shit self and his little shit attitude

and more of Rick being a victim as well as a little piece of shit

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There weren’t many things life that you were afraid of anymore besides dying. or your loved ones dying. Oh and every form of insect left on the planet.

“Daryl Dixon take that thing back outside and the fuck out of my house!” You yell in horror when your husband comes sprinting into the house with a large and exotic bug cupped in his hands, holding it out to you excitedly. “Look at it though!”

“Very, very nice my love… Uhh,” Your eyes dart nervously around. “Here! Put it in here for safe keeping” You grab a jar and push it towards Daryl, staying as far away from him as he would let you, which wasn’t very far. “He’s gon die in there” Daryl mumbled, shifting on his feet.

You sigh. “He won’t outside. Y’know, where he lives?”

“But I ain’t ever seen this bug ‘fore” Daryl pouted slightly.

“Daryl. Please.” You give a soft but stern look.

The man frowned, dropping his gaze down to his new friend as he walked him back out the door. “Fine.”

You sighed in relief watching the archers wings disappear behind the creaky slam of your front door, out onto the Alexandria streets to terrorize the community. But you didn’t know that part.

Over at Carol’s house, she lounges comfortably on her porch swing, a real good and captivating book in one hand, a cooling, untouched cup of coffee in the other. She’s so invested in the story that she doesn’t even feel Daryl’s presence behind her, totally not coaxing his new friend off his palm and onto her shoulder, watching as the strange bug crawled down her arm slowly.

At first she didn’t feel it, finally taking her first sip out the mug after hovering it for so long. When she moves to place the cup down, glints of iridescent purples and blues catches her eye, and she glances at her sleeve.

“Jesus! What the fuck!? What the fuck!?” She hollers, tossing her book and shooting to her feet, flailing to get the bug off of her. When she pauses to glance around, in search of the little pest so that she could squish the fucker, she finds it crawling on another, much larger pest. “When I get my hands on you, you are so dead” Carol fires daggers at Daryl, who holds the insect with a victorious smile. “Don’ threaten him”

“I’m threatening you. Also ‘him’?” Carol rolled her eyes, and moved further when Daryl took a few steps towards the porch. “I found him by the wall but Y/n ain’t let me keep it”

“I applaud her for dealing with you, now shoo. You’ve completely ruined my reading time” The woman sighs and sits back down on the swing, picking her book off the floor. “Where’s Rick?” Daryl quipped, turning and scanning the area. Carol watched him quietly, a smile tugging her lips. It felt like only yesterday that the hunter was nothing but a locked box, never opening up or showing any form of emotion. Now, he was practically bouncing off the walls, more of a rowdy kid than anything else. It made Carol a little sad, knowing that Daryl never got to chance to be the rambunctious kid he was born to be.

She watched as he walked away, bug in hand and wings on his back. There was a first time for everything, she supposes.

Of course, this saying is true, because this is the first time Daryl is really putting his ass on the line. He bit back the evil smile creeping on his face as his eyes landed on his victim, who shamelessly flirting with his wife, totally oblivious to everyone else around him. Rick was rambling and yapping to Michonne, not taking his eyes off hers for a second as he spoke.

She smiled and nodded, listening and digesting whatever he was saying, occasionally adding commentary of her own. It was a casual conversation, and Michonne had started to move to kiss Rick, him doing the same and shutting his eyes in anticipation-

“Fuck! Fuck! The fuck?!” He yelled, jerking away from his wife and reaching a hand to his back, patting aimlessly around for the strange crawling sensation on him. “What’s on me?!” Rick spun around, and Michonne screamed. “Oh hell no! Nope! Nope!” The woman backed away, and as she did she spotted Daryl, as did Rick.

“Dixon!” Rick’s voice rang out through the community, followed by heavy running feet mere seconds later.

Daryl cackled as he ran from Rick, taunting him and mocking the mans angry shouts and insults. Also threats.

“You are so fucking dead Daryl!” Rick yelled from behind him, trying to increase his speed to get closer behind Daryl, who had no reason being as fucking fast as he was. “Please don’ shoot meh officer!” Daryl fake cooed, laughing but it was cut short by Rick ultimately deciding to take a leap of faith, crashing right into the hunterman, who almost instantly tightened all his limbs around Rick.

The men grunted and squabbled in the middle of the street, yelling and screaming at each other. “Stop it you dicksucker tha’ hurts!” Daryl wailed and kicked at Rick, who was twisting his leg. “Dicksucker? Must be missin’ the countryside huh Dixon?” Rick grumbled, releasing the kicking limb and latching onto Daryl’s arm, punching it when holding it down didn’t work. “Ain’t nothin miss ‘bout it, except ya wasn’t there” The man grunted, bringing his other arm up and grabbing onto a fist full of Rick’s curly hair, pulling on the strands. The man let out a pained yell, reflexively reaching his hand up to pry Daryl’s hand off, but that just let his other arm free.

When Daryl had slung his arm around Rick’s neck, bicep already tightly wrapped and flexed around it, the familiar creaking of a door caught his attention, turning his head to take in the house that they were fighting in front of. Your house.

Rick gasped for air when Daryl dropped him, coughing and about to take a swing at him when he also turned his head, both males now being stared down by you. Daryl more than ever.

“When I told you to take the bug outside, I meant back to where you got it, not on a tour around the fucking community.” You spat, arms folded over your chest. Daryl hung his head embarassedly, heat rising to his cheeks at the scolding. “Sorry mama”

“And you,” You looked at Rick, “You need to stop further provoking him because look how it ends each time” Rick furrowed his brows, “But he came to me first!” Pointing at the archer next to him. “Rick I don’t give a damn if chicken or egg came to you first” You rolled your eyes. “But-“ “No. This? This is very much over. You? You are very much in trouble.” You cut Rick off, descending the short steps and tugging Daryl off the ground by his vest, pushing him to go up the porch and into the house. “You? I’ll be letting Michonne know to keep you attached to her hip. Let’s go, Grimes”

Once you promptly delivered Michonne her loose dog, you made your way back to your house to deal with your own, sighing when the door shut behind you. Your eyes flickered over to Daryl, who was nervously sat on the couch.

“M’really sorry” He mumbled when you moved to stand over him, hands on your hips. “I didn’t wanna put him back”

“Daryl, you can’t just go around harassing people with bugs.” You shake your head at him, biting down on the inside of your cheek when Daryl shamefully looked away, face turning a shade of red. “But it was funny”

You sigh, “For you. Daryl, baby, some people are really afraid of bugs. I’m some people. Those things freak me the fuck out” reaching your hand down to lift his head up, brushing hair out his face. There were hints of guilt written on it, and you smiled softly.

“Hey, nobody’s mad at you, okay? You just have to be a little more aware of the small things” You kissed his forehead, once, twice, thrice, still smiling down at his flushed face. “Mama loves you” You whisper, and it cracks a small smile on Daryl’s lips, heart doing somersaults. “Love ya too” You kiss his head one more time, giving him a final on his lips before standing straight again. “Now that that’s over, I’m making something I think you’ll like” Your voice fades into the kitchen, Daryl following you. “Let m’guess; steak” He joked, but blinked when he peered over your shoulder. “I remember a very skilled hunter once telling me that ‘deer asses are tha’ best’”

“They are, ‘nd tha’s ‘bout to be tha’ best fuckin’ steak of m’life” Daryl bumped his hip against yours, playful smile tugging his lips. “Alright now. Don’t get rowdy in my kitchen” You eye him from the side, bumping his hip back as you lit the stove, using makeshift oil to butter the pan. Daryl slid a hand around your waist, kissing your shoulder before dropping his head there, mumbling a tiny “Sorry mama” next to your ear. You can’t help the smile the spreads on your lips, placing just one more kiss to the top of Daryl’s head.

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I think that ‘baby’ and ‘mama’ are like really cute for outside of the bedroom, it’s intimate while not being too explicit if that makes sense

me fighting my urge to explain how Daryls mommy kink spews much deeper than you guys think

each time i typed mama i kept imagining a furby saying it

anways your honor my babyboy is innocent

[bradshawsvinyl]

Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto SFW Headcannons

•While Carmy can be an asshole to everyone else, he is the sweetest person ever when it comes to you.

•I think his love language is physical touch. He always has a hand on you.

•Loves to teach you new recipes. He cooks for a living and he loves to share that aspect of his life with you.

•He’s a huge softie when it comes to kids. Especially after Sugar had her baby.

•Tries really hard to separate The Bear from your relationship.

•Will binge watch cooking shows with you while providing the most unnecessary commentary and insisting he can make the dish better.

•Has a soft spot for Phoebe Bridgers. (You have definitely walked in on him crying to Savior Complex)

•Also loves 80s pop. (Think Wham!, Tears for Fears and Daryl Hall & John Oates)

•Carmy did not come on to you first. It took a lot of effort on your part to even get him to notice you were flirting with him and not just being friendly.

•I think in the beginning of the relationship, Carmy tries to sabotage it. He dodges your texts and calls.

•He doesn’t do this because there’s something wrong with you. He does it because he truly doesn’t believe he is deserving of love or even a genuine friendship.

•Let’s just say once Sugar and Richie find out what he’s doing to you they rip him a new one.

•Everyone at The Bear loves you. They can see how much you care about Carmy.

•Sometimes when Carmy gets into a mood at work, Syd or Richie will call you and try to get you down to The Bear to calm Carmy down.

•Your presence calms Carmy better than any cigarette could.

[youmakethelight]

I've never been in a fandom before so don't know what it's normally like. But I honestly thought, stupidly, that I could just make a silly little account and post silly little thoughts about my fave show and characters atm.

Totally stupid of me I guess, but I didn't expect people I've never met to start targeting and tearing apart my lighthearted commentaries. Didn't expect those same people to taint how I feel about other characters in the show I also enjoyed (rick, michonne, maggie, BETH etc.).

I didn't expect to be made to feel so utterly beneath the rest of the human population bc I dared to lean into the fun I was having watching these characters, and even daring to hope for their story development.

Being in this fandom was so fun for like 3 days and now it's been 1 month and I've only felt increasingly worse and more hated for reasons I don't even know.

It's stopped being fun and feels so serious now. People's mental health is suffering, people are being retraumatised with abusive experiences, bullying is happening among grown adults, ageism and misogyny are being grossly normalised, and so many opposing and strong claims and attacks are being thrown around that I sometimes don't even know what to think about anything anymore. At the same time, I love seeing all the creativity and thoughtfulness happening in this space. It's so weird here. How do I just get the good stuff? How do we all?

I'd been enjoying twd in peace for years. I never felt like my personal thoughts about liking carol and daryl or liking connie or michonne or however else I reacted to things was a problem or wrong. I started posting on here with the same mindset, just enjoying my own business. It's a fictional tv show, I didn't think it was that serious. But boy was I wrong.

Idk why I'm writing this honestly. I'm just getting my thoughts out. I feel like I can't do anything here now without anticipating someone judging me for it and thinking they have a right to be rude. Bye.

[m0thergoose]

SPOILERS FOR TOWL EPISODE FOUR PROCEED WTIH CAUTION FOR MY RUNNING COMMENTARY

OOO Michonne looks pissed I can’t wait

‘I can’t believe you did that’ ‘I can’t believe you said that’ - calling him out straight away good girl

OMG THE SCAR HE’S GONNA LOSE HIS MIND

Michonne/Danai is so beautiful

The way they’re looking at each other I’m going to die

Oh Michonne talk about Judith with him yeeeees

Calling him a creative writer, Michonne I’m gonna die

FOR YOUR CHILDREN OH MY GOD

SHE AINT LETTING HIM REST

HIS NAME IS RICK OH MY GOOOOOD

HES ALMOST 8 omg her heart is breaking because she hasn’t seen him in so long and he’s so big now, and Rick has missed so much

OHHHH MICHONNE ‘I don’t like who you are with them’ - me neither girl

‘They won a long time ago’ - oh Rick he is so broken

‘Do you think we can do anything? Because I do’ 🫶

What did they do to you? - oh Michonne man he’s so broken

‘Do you still love me’ awwww her broken wee voice I’m going to die

Omg they can go!!

Omg he said no

What the actual fuck

He is a broken man and Michonne is going to tear into him for this

He calls you the brave man 🥹

I could listen to Michonne talk about their kids all damn day

‘I found you but I didn’t’ 😢😢😢

Michonne call him out hahahahha, Rick is spewing some absolute bullshit

‘You’re lying’ Yaaas Michonne

GOD I love angry Michonne this is 10/10

And now are they gonna cry I can’t handle it

Aww my baby Michonne 😢😢😢

She’s just hoping he’ll open that door

Please open it

I’m losing my mind

Yaaaas go Rick go

Michonne gonna unleash on these walkers

YAAAAS RICK

fight them wooooo

‘I DONT EVEN HAVE A WEAPON COMMANDO’ - SASSY MICHONNE IM DEAD

‘The only time I feel safe is when I’m with you’🥹🥹🥹

‘I’m not the brave man’ - oh Rick

YEAH HIT HIM MICHONNE

‘I don’t know who you are because the man I knew would never talk to me like that’ - my heart is BROKEN

How are we fixing this jeeeesus

God I love seeing them fighting together

‘I had this’ - ‘I had this’ GOD THEY ARE BOTH SO SASSY

oh noooooo Michonne is trapped

Omg rick fucking help her

Omg is he gonna kiss her

Or is he gonna cry

OMG it’s happening guys jesuuuuus this is all the richonners have ever wanted

He’s losing his mind

THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER I CANT COPE

THIS EPISODE IS DESTROYING ME

‘he looks like me’ - ‘so he’s really good looking’ 😂😂

ROUND TWO!!???!! Disturbed by roomba - love that ricky dicky doo da country boi has no idea what a roomba is lmao

‘One bad harvest - something has to burn to bring it back’ - OMG HE’S TALKING ABOUT HIS DAD??

‘You’re still lying to me. You’re lying to yourself’ - damn right keep calling him out Michonne

OMG THE SCAR

SHES GOING TO TELL HIM WOW

DARYL MENTION

‘SHE STOLE JUDITH’ - his faaaace!!

‘I don’t wanna go into how’ 😢😢😢😢

‘But I kept believing’ 🥹🥹🥹

Omg his hand 😢😢😢

‘You’re still trying, I see it’ he is trying Michonne just keep pushing and he’ll make it

‘I’m sorry for what they did to you’ 😢😢😢😢

Michonne laying down the law - ‘Sit, Rick’ 😂😂

She really couldn’t give a fuck if the building collapses around them she is going to make him talk to her

‘They took a year from me’ ‘I don’t know if she’s okay’ 😢😢😢😢

‘It’s hurting me Rick’ 😢 Rick NEVER wants to hurt her he loves her so much this is heartbreaking

OH MY GOD CARL IM BAWLING

‘I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU’

OH MY GOD IM GONNA DIE HE CANT FACE LOSING HER ALL OVER AGAIN

THE CARL PHONE 😢😢😢😢😢😢

‘I found you Rick’ 🫶

I love them so much Michonne honestly is the strongest woman alive

Aww he’s in a jumper not his uniform 💖💖💖💖

THE ELEVATOR KISS

GO GO GO

THEM SWITCHING SEATS LMAOOOO

‘WE CAN MAKE THIS WHOLE DAMN WORLD OURS IF WE WANT TO’ 💖💖💖💖💖

God this is beautiful

A happy ending no cliffhanger???? Oooooo

OMG ARE WE GETTING PROPOSAL WEDDING NEXT WEEK

[thingsthatneedtobesaidsblog]

This is just added on commentary of the recent talk about how white people in Fandoms hate/change black characters with their white love interests. The first time it actually hit me was a couple months before I saw the videos on tiktok addressing it but before that I realized that a lot of fics in the TWD Fandom would make a fiction with the same plot and same character values as the other 1,000+ fics of giving Rick or Daryl a white love interests and when I see those fics it always bothers me because Michonne and Rick are so fucking perfect together and the chemistry with Daryl and Connie is just as good.

Now I know must of those authors write those fics as self inserts but its not only that people will dismiss the interracial ship and claim that they're gay besties, the black love interests is too good for the white guy so he needs to be with this Canon white girl, or saying the black women in the ship is to masculine for the white love interests so that means she's gay or that they don't have any chemistry when they do. It's done with so many Canon interracial couples it's ridiculous 🙄 like why not just accept that they're meant to be.

Another problem is the lack of black/poc OC's like it's so rare to find fics with black Oc's but so many with white ones and for some fandoms it may be appropriate to not have a black characters but when it's modern or in the future Fandom there should be no reason that there isn'tmore black/poc oc's being written. It's another reason why I think there needs to be more black/poc fanfic authors because we need more fics that feature us and feature us well in all aspects.

[acaplaya-musings]

Have I ever heard of this song before in my life, ever? No. But am I excited about this cover? Very. I can't help it! It's Geoff! (And Jeff, and Goff, and Jeoph, and Daryl! 😝) I thought the track would drop on Spotify at 11PM my time last night, but it didn't, so I was like "oh tomorrow night then?", but when I woke up this morning and checked (like at about 8AM) it was there, so whether it dropped at midnight or earlier this morning I don't know. And then I was like "hmmm there's a chance the Premiere might not show up till tomorrow and it'll be a Sunday morning release like Unshaken was?" but I checked YouTube this afternoon (like an hour ago from now) just in case, and lo and behold!!!!

I've heard great things about this cover from Patrons, and after reading a bit about the original song on Wikipedia this morning, I'm certainly eager to hear/see what Geoff does with it! (And with the Premiere thumbnail of the five Geoffs staring right down the camera like that, whooo boy, this video might be one of those ones that tries to kill me! 😂 😅 (in the best way possible, of course))

I have a few other thoughts/predictions/commentary on what I know so far, but I might leave those till tomorrow after I've watched the video. Se you then!

[indigoraysoflight]

Nine Lives Two Mics (Caryl Podcast) | New Episode

🎙️Episode #8 - A Deep Dive into Season 1🎙️

Join us as we take a deep dive into Season 1 of #TWD and analyze some pivotal #TWDCaryl scenes from Tell it to the Frogs, Wildfire & TS-19

Disclaimer: Please remember that everything discussed in this podcast is purely commentary and our analysis of the show. This episode contains heavy discussion on Daryl and Carol’s past abuse, PTSD, trauma, and everything in between.

Spotify | Youtube 

[ankhmutes]

Sunny's Boys: The Indecent Mr. Miller

Joel Miller. Construction worker and handyman of King's River. He's definitely keeping himself busy ...

Chapter two of Sunny's Boys is under the cut please, minors DNI. thank you!

Warnings: badly written oral sex, and public sex (ish?) and protected P in V sex. I think that's it?

Sunny was not happy that her brothers were in town; they were definitely going to cramp her style. So she decided to take advantage of their lack of presence and see what she could get from the construction boys. More specifically, Mr. Joel Miller. He was the lead of the crew that usually came in on friday nights, ready for the weekend…..

“The usual, Mr. Miller?” you asked with your usual devilish grin, hoping to tempt him sometime. You felt it could be tonight, you felt it in your panties, from the way he smiled at you. He always had a drink, then a cup of coffee afterwards. He was so practical, predictable… and sexy. You knew he fucked half the girls in the town, and probably some of the lonely housewives as well, from what you had heard at the occasional smoke break from the bathroom window. You were surprised at how much the ladies would gossip when they thought they were alone in the bathroom. You couldn’t help yourself… you were curious. You had to see what it was all about. 

You grinned and leaned over to pull the best bottle of whiskey, and poured him a couple of fingers of whiskey over a large block of ice. You knew just how he liked his drinks. You were thrilled that he had come tonight, you had put on the perfect pair of panties– a pair you had eyed online and bought on an impulse, and they made you smile. You felt that this pair of panties were made only to be worn once… and that was tonight. 

“You know, I’ve heard some interesting things about you from some ladies.” you said with a smile, setting down the glass on a napkin. 

“That so?” he asked as he looked right at you with his brown eyes. You licked your lips. You liked how this was going. This was just like Shane, but nicer energy. Dirty, and down for a game, no strings attached, but not as demanding. Shane was fun, but he required so much attention, and you liked to be spoiled… or spoil others, you thought as you swallowed at the thought of what lay beneath the denim. 

“Mm-hm.” you murmured as you walked down the bar to give Rick Grimes a bud light, turning to wink at Joel and saunter off over to the Dixon Brothers playing pool in the corner. You smile at Daryl and Merle, refilling Daryl’s coke and Merle’s beer, bantering with Merle as you let him call you sugar-tits and sweetheart, and whatever else comes out of his mouth. You knew men like him, they were fairly harmless as long as you knew how to handle them. After all, you had grown up around men, having two older brothers. You grin at Merle and threaten to cut him off if he doesn’t behave, and he quiets down, putting out the cigarette in the ashtray. 

You make your way to the Teller table, saying your hello to the mechanics, giggling at Jax and Opie’s running commentary on the shit that Tig had pulled in the shop that kept him and Chibs at the shop tonight. You told the boys you’d pack a couple drinks and burgers to go for them if they were coming back to the shop. That earned you a fifty dollar tip, and you didn’t ask questions. You loved those boys, but knew if you asked questions, the tips would stop coming. 

“You’re a busy girl tonight, aren’t you?” Mr. Miller commented as you made your way back behind the counter, putting the orders in the register. You nodded with a sly grin, looking up at Joel as you leaned forward, just enough for him to stare down your shirt right at the lace on the cups of your pink lacy bra. 

“I’m busy- but not too busy for a quick break tonight, enough for a …. Nice snack.” you say with the confidence of a Winchester. It was clear you had gotten Joel’s attention, at least. Joel licked his lips slowly and cocked his brow with a slow lazy grin that slowly turned predatory. You shivered, seeing the heat in his eyes. 

“I like snacks.” Joel said with a nod. “I’m a very patient man.” Joel leaned back in his seat, eyeing the rest of the bar. It was a slow night, but not as slow as he would have liked it to be, you could see it from the way he eyed all of the other clientele. “People like you need to fuck people like me.” Joel said cockily as he sipped his drink.

“As long as Dixon behaves, I’m sure it’ll slow down.” you say with confidence and a bit of heat coloring your words as you wink at Joel, waving at Rick, who put down his card for his tab. You take the card and slide it through the machine, thanking Rick for being so sweet and patient, being sure to slide your pink manicured nails slowly over his hand as you hand back the card. You could see Rick swallow slightly, his eyes widening ever so slightly as he put his card back in his wallet. You watched Rick saunter out of the roadhouse, your eyes moving to the Dixons, who were getting louder as time went by. You let out a sigh, and tilted your head over at the Dixons. 

“Can you take care of that problem for me? I’ll make your food on the house for you if you do.”  you tell the T & M boys, who all shared a look and and smirked. “Behave! You know the Dixons are all bark and no bite.” 

“Oh no, girl- we know, because we are the bite around here.” Jax said with a smirk, winking at you as he nudged Opie, the two boys sauntering over to the pool table. You didn’t want to hang around for that part, grateful that Rick had already left so no one would be arrested tonight. You hurried to the back to get the bags of food, slipping in a sexy note on a napkin for Tig and Chibs, making sure to kiss it with your pink lipstick, thanking them for being such wonderful customers of the Roadhouse. 

“Here you go, boys.” you say brightly, hurrying out of the back with the bags packed in a cardboard box,  for the T & M boys, making sure to give Jax and Opie a kiss on the cheek each, your lipstick shining brightly on their cheeks. 

“Anytime, sunshine.” Jax nodded and took the box, cheering at the sight of a six-pack of Miller Lite as a bonus, the door slamming behind them. You knew Bobby wouldn’t mind the extras, keeping the regulars happy guaranteed a steady income, as long as no questions were asked, of course. 

“Ready to settle up, boys?” you ask as you take two large mugs of steaming coffee over to the Dixons. Merle grunted a comment you didn’t quite hear, but you were sure you didn’t want to hear it anyway. Daryl nodded and put down a 50, telling you to keep the change for your tip. You nodded and kissed Daryl on the cheek, telling Merle he can get his kiss later when he behaves next time, calling him a naughty boy, with a saucy wink to show him that you weren’t entirely too upset with him…. This time. The Dixons left after that, leaving you and Joel alone in the bar, or at least alone until the next set of regulars showed up, the late-nighters from the casino over on the Rez, and the hospital staff. 

You sauntered up lazily to Joel, leaning against the bar as you gave him a good look-over. Joel smirked as he leaned back in his chair. You glanced at his drink and on impulse, you picked up the glass and drained it of its contents in a quick gulp, licking your lips as the glass was placed softly back on the napkin. 

“What’s on the menu?” Joel asked as he stared right into you, down to your wet core. You could feel the heat in his eyes as they moved slowly over your body, as if he was undressing you with his eyes ever so carefully. 

“We’ve got maybe a half hour, can I interest you in a quick snack?” you smirked as you let your body do the talking. “It’s…. All you can eat.” you say as you hop up on the bar, making sure your legs were spread ever so slightly. Joel took the hint, smirking as he slid himself in between your legs. You weren’t exactly sure what happened, but him kissing slowly up your inner thigh was bliss. His beard tickled all in the right places as you felt his hot breath tease over the cloth that hid your wet slick from him. 

“All I can eat, hmm?” Joel asked with a cocky smirk as he looked up at you, hiking up your skirt and eyeing the pink thong, tearing it off in a quick motion, burying his face in your wet warmth, licking you right up so you wouldn’t leak on the counter. He set you just on the edge, his mouth and tongue doing fast work on keeping your slick flowing. Leaning back, you could hear the metal of his belt clinking, a zipper unzipping and you leaned forward to take a peek. 

He was loaded. Definitely loaded, you thought as you eyed the monster that had been lying dormant all along. Joel grabbed a condom from his pocket, fitting it sunugly on his cock. 

“I’m polite. I wouldn’t want to make a mess for you to clean up.” he said with a shrug as he slid his hands up, cupping your ass as he slid you off the bar, and right on his cock. You felt your soul leave your body, the way he filled you up… 

It was indescribable. You could see angels sing, and you didn’t want him to stop. You held on for dear life, sliding up and down on his dick, riding him like the dirty man he was. Your breasts bounced with each stroke of his cock, his mouth hungrily nibbling at your boobs, leaving marks everywhere. You held on, your arms around him and your hands gripped him hard, scratching up his back as you came as you rode him, your pink nails marking your presence on his back. If the scratches had bothered him, you couldn't tell or even care, you were feeling bliss on his dick.

You didn’t mind, not after he slid out of you and bent you over the bar stool, fucking you hard, practically plowing you into the bar. You couldn’t hold back the whimpers and they filled the empty bar, accompanied with the sound of flesh smacking flesh. You nearly cried at the feel of his balls slapping against your wet dripping cunt, and you couldn’t hold back. 

“Joel.” you cried, tears running down your cheeks at how hard you were coming, the wetness pulsing around his cock as he let out a loud groan, and you gushed around his cock, wetness dripping off of his drenched cock as he slowly slid out of you. 

“Fuck.”

“Clean ‘em up and maybe we can have round two after closing.” Joel said as he cleaned himself up, throwing away everything in the large bin behind the counter. You wordlessly nodded, wondering what the night would bring… 

“Jesus, Sunny, you gotta stop this. You got a problem.” Dean whined as he met Joel at your hotel room door. Joel was just leaving, buttoning up his flannel shirt. “Joel.”

“Dean. Sam.” Joel said with a smirk and nod, pulling on his tattered cap. “Don’t worry, she’s decent.” Joel chuckled as he left the hotel room, rolling your eyes at your brothers as you went up to the door, leaning against the door-frame clad in your fuzzy pajama pants and tank top, and holding the door open for Dean and Sam. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t fuck the whole town. I’ve got standards, you know. I can’t help it. It’s the Winchester charm they all fall for. You’d know that, wouldn’t you, Dean?”

“Shut up.” Sam whined as he thrust a bag of donuts in your direction. “Don’t encourage him.”

“It’s not like I’m challenging him to a screw-off or something. That would be gross, you need to grow up. I just got needs… and intel.” you said with a giggle as you dug into the bag of donuts. You’d let your brothers suffer just a tiny bit until you told them what you had learned about King’s River from Joel. Apparently, Joel fucking bored and lonely housewives had some benefits for the case you were working on with your brothers. 

[bropunzeling]

For director's commentary, anything you care to share for marriage bets, please and thank you! (They reach such breathtaking heights of stupidity, god I love them.)

ty anon! i love these absolute losers too. for you, the section from the spain chapter (my fave chapter 😊) where matthew says he's leaving calgary:

They settle up the tab, then start on their walk back to the hotel. As they walk, they stay close enough together that their elbows bump every other step [i loved writing the constant physical contact in this section. it does a lot of things: show you what kind of person leon is (demonstrative!); get at their increasing comfort with each other; it's also like, when you're with someone long distance, you do get more touchy feely than normal (or at least that was really the case in my experience!)], while Leon tells him more about his childhood, about where he grew up. Matthew comes away with only a hazy impression of Cologne itself, but a much clearer one of Leon’s family. Learning to skate surrounded by his dad’s teammates. Having Kim send him song suggestions when he got homesick as a teenager in Saskatchewan. Cooking lessons with his mom, most of which went badly, but a few things turned out okay.

Mostly, Matthew can see how much Leon likes them. Even though he must only get to see them for snatches of time, a few weeks a year. [i love the family/distance/loneliness themes in this fic a lot and i especially love it as a form of common ground for them to start building a real relationship. i may have said before but there was some post-trade quote from daryl sutter about matthew seeming lonely/spending all his time at the rink that really really informed this fic and the themes, and having the compare/contrast with leon was a nice like, foundational thing to build on]

“You must miss them,” Matthew says during a break in Leon’s recollections, as they wait for a crosswalk light to turn.

“I…” Leon trails off, then shrugs. “I mean, it’s been hard,” he says. “Pretty much always, but especially with—you know.”

“Yeah,” Matthew says. He does know. Even though there was only half the distance between himself and his own family, he knows. [they have more in common than they think! they can relate to each other!] He looks at the light on the other side of the street, focusing on the red man stopping them from stepping onto empty pavement. [spent [redacted] amount of time looking up spanish crosswalk signals like do they ALSO have the little red man in the hat?] “Do you ever think about moving back? Being closer?”

“And give up NHL hockey?” Leon clicks his tongue as he shakes his head. “No way. I want to play with guys at my level, you know?” [trade offs and what you'll do for what you want - another eternal theme in the jess bropunzeling catalog]

“No, no, I know,” Matthew says quickly. “But if that wasn’t an issue? Would you?”

This time, Leon sighs. “I don’t know,” he finally says. “Maybe.” [leon is lonely too!!!! when i was restarting this fic again (i had finished approximately the first two chapters and then took a 6 months hiatus for girl!leon reasons) and trying to figure out the flow, figuring out this aspect of leon's characterization for the fic really unlocked somrthing for me, because i needed a reason for them to want to continue besides sexual attraction, and once this hit me i was like duh!!! he's lonely, and this flirtation/connection to matthew is assuaging that loneliness]

The light turns. They start crossing. Matthew does his best not to stagger as all the drinks they’ve been having catch up with him.

Once they’ve crossed the street, Leon clears his throat. Matthew looks over at him, but Leon’s looking ahead. “It’s like,” he says, frowning in concentration. “Edmonton is good, right? Like, the guys, Connor and Ryan and Tyson and everyone—they’re great. The best.” [i was writing this around the time tyson barrie got traded and leon was SO SAD in his depression beige ensemble that i was like more tyson! it all needs more tyson!which then led to another fave scene of leon drunk dialing matthew from darnell's wedding] Matthew thinks about interrupting, saying something about his own impressions of Oilers past and present, but that would ruin the moment, and he doesn’t want to ruin it. “And I’ve been—it’s been good, the team, and everything. But.” Leon shrugs. “It’s not a good town to be alone in.” [no shade to the city of edmonton but there is not enough sunlight in the winter imo] [also like. being a pillar of the team in THAT town and not having someone else who gets it and can support you (without being a teammate, who would only be intimately tied to your struggle/unable to see things from the outside)? it would suck! i think!]

Matthew should say something. He doesn’t know what. He settles for swaying closer to Leon, for bringing them back into contact again. [touch touch touch] Judging by the way Leon doesn’t move away, that’s enough.

“So,” Leon says. “I don’t know. If there was an option to play closer to home… maybe.”

Matthew nods. Puts one foot carefully in front of the other, trying not to trip and stumble. Walking down the sidewalk, in a city he’s never been to before and may never visit again, his shoulder brushing against Leon’s with every other step, he has that soap bubble feeling again of suspension, impermanence. Like he’s somewhere where none of the rules matter, where he can say the things he’s been thinking about for weeks and they won’t become real yet. [i just like this paragraph a lot! that feeling of being somewhere unreal because it's late and you're drunk and sharing big secrets]

Things like: “I’m leaving.”

There’s a pause. Then, Leon says, in a tone Matthew doesn’t think he could decipher even if he were sober, “You’re leaving here early?” [poor leon is panicking so bad here and trying so hard not to show it]

Matthew shakes his head, hard enough that his vision spins. “No, no, not here. I mean—I’m leaving Calgary.” [also tipsy conversations are great for those little moments of miscommunication because the drunk mind really does make those leaps, so you can believably have people say one thing and have it interpreted another way without it being obnoxious]

Leon exhales, hard. “Oh.”

Another pause. Matthew looks up at where the palm trees are swaying and the stars are beginning to blink into appearance; stops when he starts to get dizzy. Fuck, they drank a lot tonight. When he stumbles, something catches him before he can eat it on the pavement. Leon’s hand, warm around his elbow. [TOUCH TOUCH TOUCH also like, leon just thrives in supportive boyfriend mode. he wants to be Supportive Boyfriend Leon so bad.] That makes it easier to explain. “I wasn’t—I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Most of this season, to be honest. But I wanted to get through the playoffs first. Wanted to—we were good, me and Johnny, and Lindy, and Marky. Solid. We could’ve—but we didn’t. And then I was—it’s really sucked, the last couple years. Not being able to go home, or see my family, or do anything, you know? All I have in Calgary is hockey, and we didn’t measure up.” He shrugs. Leon keeps holding on, which is—nice. “So. I’m gonna leave.”

They take a few more steps in silence. When Leon speaks, it’s very quiet. “Do you know where you’re going to go?”

Matthew shrugs again. “Not sure yet. East, probably. Tampa. Florida. Carolina. Maybe even St. Louis. I haven’t decided.” [catch me spending so much time reading that article in the athletic about how the trade went down just to inform this one paragraph]

Leon hums. Matthew imagines he can feel it, from somewhere deep in Leon’s chest traveling down his arm and up Matthew’s, until it finds a home in his ribs. [is this a little flowery? maybe, but i like it so it stayed] “It’ll be different. Not playing against you as much.”

That startles a laugh out of Matthew. “Yeah, I’m sure you’ll hate it. Battle of Alberta is going to be way more boring.” [flirt flirt flirt. in all seriousness though, i like this as a tension break, obviously, but also like - leon expressing something he means (bc he's very straightforward) and matthew treating it lightly/as an opportunity for a joke/to break the tension is just a nice way to demonstrate how they're far apart, still, in how they understand their relationship to each other. but also flirt flirt flirt]

“Maybe that’ll be nice,” Leon says lightly. “I could do with fewer bruises.” [you love the bruises you horny freaks]

“Come on, don’t lie. You’re gonna miss having me there.” Matthew grins, then feels it fade as what he’s said sinks in. Leon knows now. Leon could tell—someone. “Fuck, now you’ll have an advantage. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this.” He stops talking, squinting at the streetlights. “Why am I telling you this?” [i love this beat too! matthew tells leon his secrets almost without meaning to bc acknowledge it or not they trust each other now]

Leon’s hand tightens around his elbow, then loosens again. “I don’t know. Because I’m your husband, I guess?” [trying so hard to seem casual but he is sosososo not casual]

“Not a good one,” Matthew says, unable to stop himself from teasing.

“Hey.” On his next step, Leon bangs his shoulder straight into Matthew’s, hard enough to nearly send him off the sidewalk and into the street. [flirty! and yet again - physical contact bc theyre together and can do that now] The only reason he doesn’t fall over is because of Leon’s grip on his arm. “This trip was my idea, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, because you were an asshole to me,” Matthew points out as he rights himself. [matthew is gonna milk that as much as he can lol] “It’s gonna take more than a nice vacation to make up for that.”

“Yeah?” Now Leon’s hand is sliding, traveling down to Matthew’s wrist, and then further, to wrap around his palm. [i love people holding hands bc i am a sap] “What else do I have to do, then?”

Matthew hums as loudly and obnoxiously as possible, [it is so important to me that they are both so obnoxious even when having important romantic moments] flexing his hand, testing Leon’s grip. “I’ll think about it.”

Leon laughs, but doesn’t let go. “You do that.”

“I will.” Matthew nods. “Gonna give you a—fuck, what’s the word. Fair shot.”

“That’s generous.”

“I’m a generous guy.” [i love banter!!!! for a romcom to romcom there must be banter!!!!! it's why the questions and the spain sequence were so fun to write]

“Even if it might help me win?” [OK so ORIGINALLY i did not have this line or the next exchange in my first draft, bc one of the things i was trying to do in this whole second half of the fic (from leon's apology up until leon's attempt to actually propose) was have you, the reader, and matthew, the pov character, just -- forget about the bet. it needed to seem and feel realer and realer, because what was happening between them was turning into a real relationship with a true sense of connection and honesty and sincerity, so (a) you get where leon is coming from with the proposal (bc his feelings are real! it's real to him! it has been for months! he thinks matthew would say yes!) and (b) MATTHEW can suddenly remember the bet and react so so badly because he wants that sincerity so much and thinks it was never there, and then you get him telling leon he won the bet and it all comes crashing down :)

the point being: i didn't have this and then my beta was like are you gonna bring up the bet??? because i keep forgetting there's a bet, and i was like okay i am maybe doing my job too well, we can have ONE more mention before the build up in chapters 7 and 8]

It takes a moment for the chirp to register. When it does, there’s a second where Matthew’s not sure what to say. He keeps forgetting about that part, the part where it’s a competition. There’s something about being here that’s made it slip his mind. [and this is why my beta was right bc then i can point to my own tricks hohoho] The wine, maybe, or the weather. Or Leon’s fingers, warm around Matthew’s hand. [also i just like these two sentences. hand holding!]

“Even then,” Matthew says. Adds, “But you’re not gonna win.” [competitive freaks in love :)]

Leon’s laugh is startled, pleased. Or at least, Matthew thinks it is. He’s pretty sure. “We’ll see about that.” [and he DOES win. he's a great husband :)]

[natacatts]

28 - Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead (TV)

this is a redraw because i felt the last design for him didn’t really fit all too well. but here he is! it was a lot of fun making this dynamic pose but it took a lot of time and many iterations. i loosely based him off of a sand cat! i’ll add my last commentary on him here too:

MINOR SPOILERS

I LOVE DARYL!! anyways he is just such a good guy. despite expectations he continues to be the most competent most compassionate character despite his rough exterior. he goes above and beyond for others even when it would cause himself harm and i just love that. i also really like he doesn’t really get a love interest (yet i’m on season 6) but i’m aware in the future it’s likely going to happen but imma ignore that. i headcannon him aroace like me! i really love that twd focuses on platonic relationships more than romantic ones!