#domestic/soft Daryl forever

[kn1feprty]

I know a lot of ppl in twd fandom view Daryl as some sexy daddy LOL and write sum smutty fics abt him but has anyone ever considered asexual Daryl...? I saw someone make a post abt it on tt last year and it has been stuck in my twd brainrotted mind ever since. It fits so well for him imo it's totally canon in my head

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Fiending for Daryl x F!reader at the point where they're super domestic and sexually comfortable with each other. Like making jokes like "I'll do that thing you like if you take Dog for a walk ;)" and just being super teasing and playful with each other

lazy mornings w/ daryl

daryl x f!reader

wc: 1k

warnings: teasing, slight allusions to sex, mdni

a/n: omfg i adored this idea. thinking about daryl finally super comfortable with you, able to relax and just be himself is just🥹 i hope this is close to what you wanted!! i kinda got carried away in my imagination with this one lol. alsooo, i have a few other requests i’m working on, i promise i’m not skipping anyone’s i just take forever to write:,)

daryl would absolutely love to tease you. he just loved to see that little spark flash in your eyes, reminding him that you want him and he has you.

he was incredibly shy initiating anything sexual during the first couple years of your relationship. and still to this day it’s not often that he’ll outright vocalize his lust, but rather use his actions and subtle, playful remarks that’ll have you ready to pounce on him the first moment you get. the little sanctuary you call home is his favorite place in the world, and it was only ever you who got to see this goofy, mischievous side of him.

and he found he couldn’t help himself, watching you around the house, so casual and domesticated.

you’d play quiet music often on the little record player he’d found, hair tied up in some messy knot, loose shorts and a small t-shirt the only things adorning your soft skin as you read, or cooked, or whatever hobby was interesting you at the time. it brought out intense feelings inside of him, ones he never imagined he’d ever feel and it almost made him giddy. so happy he could provide that safety for you to simply be, and ravenously hungry to devour you whole any chance he got.

it must’ve been sometime in early may he figured. the sun was bright in the sky no later than 6am the past few weeks. mornings still brisk but afternoons hot and nearing swim-worthy. you both rose late that day, having spent a little extra time in bed where the light flooded through the cabin windows, glowing across fluffy sheets and warm skin, simply too soothing to move from right away. he always woke before you and always had to drink you in for a while, admiring how the sun danced through the strands of your wild hair across the pillows. your chest rose so fluently and calmly it made his own tight. he’d ingrain that picture deep in his memory; your vibrant, lively body something he’d protect till his last dying breath.

you had a leg propped outside the blankets, tossed close to his body subconsciously and he brought his fingers to the soft skin of your exposed thigh, painting invisible shapes. it only took a few minutes before you started mumbling sleepily as he dragged them upwards, towards your inner thigh.

“mmm, good morning,” you breathed softly, eyes still shut but a lazy smile gracing your features.

“mornin' sunshine,” he drawled, leaning down to press light kisses over his artwork. “sleep alright?”

“mhm, you?”

he nodded against your skin. he always slept well next to you, especially now he had you all to himself; your little hole in the woods providing much-needed peace and solitude after all the years without. just you, dog, and acres of tall green trees.

speaking of which, he noticed the door creaking open behind him as he placed more nips and kisses, paws padding across the wooden floors at the sound of your voices finally awake.

his tongue dragged up, grazing over the hem of your panties. your hips shifted beneath him as you moaned softly. “can we make it an agreement that you always wake me up like this?” you gasped when his hands joined in, massaging your plush hips with strong hands.

he snorted at that, “i already always do.”

“mm, right,” you muttered quickly distracted as your hands found purchase on his soft brown locks. your morning brain never failed to amuse him. you’d mutter nonsense half asleep, sure to barely remember when you fully came too.

his fingers were just slipping under the waistband when dog whimpered quietly behind you both. a smirk cast over his face, already hearing your whines of dismay at what he was about to do.

“think somebody needs a mornin' walk,” he pulled away with a kiss to the little bow at the hem. a low groan followed in suit just as he expected and he chuckled slightly.

“D… just a few more minutes.”

but he was already dragging his body off the mattress, grabbing a random strewn shirt and pulling it over his head.

“such a tease, dixon,” he heard from the bed, turning to see you propped up with a phony pout. the corners of his eyes crinkled in a grin at your state, hair wild from sleep, and cheeks flushed pink.

“how bout this,” he bargained, leaning back down to peck your ankle and slowly up your calf. “we take him out quickly, and then i’ll bring ya right back here and let ya have yer way with me… sound fair?”

he watched as you feigned contemplation.

“come on, look at that face,” he pointed to dog, who sat patiently at the foot of the bed, tail wagging.

“never thought i’d get cockblocked by a dog, but, alas,” you sighed, trying your best to cover the grin on your face.

daryl bent over, shielding dog's ears. “hey! he can hear ya y’know,” and there was so more hiding your grin, giggles escaping your lips in fit.

he’d never seen you move so fast after that, speedily throwing on a top that barely covered your ass and rushing to the front door.

“come on doggy boy! your dad and i have a date, we gotta make this quick,” you mused loudly through the house, dog chasing after you.

he couldn’t help but shake his head in laughter, following after his family blissfully. this was definitely his favorite place in the world.

sorry i’m so cheesy byyee❤️

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Daryl Dixon Is the King of Cunnilingus

Alpha!Daryl Dixon x omega!reader

Daryl loves giving head

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), no dialogue, references to dry humping

WC: 1.3k

Minors DNI

Daryl’s experience in sexual encounters paled in comparison to his partners’. Rick had been having sex since high school and he was sure that their omega had her fair share of partners. He was insecure in both his abilities and his appearance but there was one thing he could do that never failed to make his omega scream and thrash below him.

He was incredible at eating her out.

The first time he had gone down on her was a couple days before the farm fell. The tension had been insane between them, their pheromones going haywire with need and lust. But there wasn’t time for her to be knotted by either alpha, let alone both of them.

So Daryl had taken what he could, an odd make-out session, the occasional grope or even one glorious afternoon where he dry humped her against a tree when they were supposed to be finding herbs for Maggie. 

But one night, by pure coincidence, they were alone and more importantly, safe. Rick had been distracted by another argument with Lori and Shane so Daryl and Y/N sat in their shared tent alone. They sat side by side on one of the sleeping bags, her plump thigh pressed to his own as she read a book Glenn found on one of his runs while Daryl was cleaning his crossbow.

The domesticity of just sitting together quietly made his chest burn with affection and love. Every so often, his blue eyes would flick up to her face, quickly tracing the soft curve of her jaw before he forced himself to look back at what he was doing. If he thought he could have gotten away with it, the alpha would have stared at her forever. 

A chuckle interrupted his routine, forcing him to look up sooner than he would have liked. Y/N was smiling at him, eyes sparkling with embarrassment. She asked him why he kept staring at her, if there was something on her face. Flushing, he shook his head, grumbling something she couldn’t catch.

He tried to look away but her soft hand on his jaw stopped him. She guided his face back to her own. Her eyes briefly dropped to his chapped lips and he immediately knew what she wanted. It started off just as a kiss, light pecks like nervous teens.

But suddenly, she was on her back, the archer hovering over her as their teeth clacked together. His slim body was fit between her voluptuous thighs, his hips rolling desperately into her own. His inner alpha screamed at him to just rip her clothes off and take the omega, claim her before Rick had a chance to. But with an almost feral growl, he pulled himself away from her now swollen lips.

Her hands were pressed firmly to his muscular back, trying to keep him in place, not willing to let him get away just yet. He could feel the burning heat from her core against his barely contained cock and it was driving him crazy. He knew he had to stop now, he needed the lead alpha’s permission to mate her.

As if she could read his mind, Y/N shook her head. She insisted that they didn’t have to have sex, in fact they couldn’t but there was something that they could do. With a gentle touch, she helped him undress his shirt, getting a growl when she went for his pants so she left them alone. And then allowed him to carefully strip away her own clothes, leaving her in a tattered bra and panties that definitely didn’t match. 

Daryl’s breath caught in his throat at finally seeing her half naked. She was far more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. Flustered at his gaze, she tried to cover herself by crossing her arms over her large stomach, but Daryl stopped her, insisting that she was the prettiest person he had ever seen. 

He helped her down once more, cradling her body with incredible care but he didn’t follow. He sat back on his haunches, eyes fixated on the growing wet spot between her legs. His senses were filled with the smell of fresh wildflowers and lust. His eyes fluttered shut as he unconsciously leaned forward, trying to drink down the tantalising scent. 

She swore as his large nose bumped against her covered slit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her veins. Her hands shot to his cropped hair, taking his mouth even closer to where she needed him. He mouthed at her cunt while his thick arms wrapped around her thighs to make sure she couldn’t run away.

Her hips bucked as his front teeth scraped against her throbbing clit. He groaned when another wave of her scent hit him, positively drowning him. He nipped at the small bundle of nerves, needing to get the same reaction again. Her warmth surrounded him like a blanket, making him struggle to breathe but he truly didn’t care.

A large hand slipped beside his head so that his calloused fingertips could pull her soaked panties to the side. For only a moment, the alpha pulled away. He admired the way her lips shimmered with slick, the clear liquid coating the dark curls on her mound like condensation on a cold glass of water. And he was thirsty.

The rounded tip of his nose rubbed tight circles against her clit as his wide tongue licked at her dripping entrance. Y/N wanted to curl in on herself to escape from his cruel mouth but he only held on tighter. He frantically lapped her up, his mind consumed by blind instinct. He wanted to bathe in her, have her swallow him whole.

Her teeth sank into her lower lip in a vain attempt to quiet her moans. Her nerves were alight with a pleasure she had never experienced before, even better than when Rick fingered her on a run. Her stomach began to tense with the familiar ache of her climax and Daryl was showing no signs of slowing down.

The tent began to reek of wild flowers and minty chocolate as well as the thick smell of sex. They would have to air it out later but Y/N wasn’t able to form any coherent thoughts, her mind was going blank, only filled with her alpha. Daryl shuffled his pants down his legs making him sigh in relief as his throbbing cock was freed from the coarse denim of his jeans.

He groaned lewdly into her cunt as his cock made contact with the slippery material of the sleeping bag beneath him. She was whimpering now, the high pitched sound resonating through her chest. His hips rolled in time with hers, needing to cum just as badly.

She chanted his name and he went wild. His tongue thrust in and out of her quickly, licking up everything she had to offer him. She jolted when the tip of his tongue hit that particularly sensitive place inside of her so he readjusted his head so he could hit it with every thrust. 

Her back arched as she finally snapped, forming an almost perfect semi-circle. The air around them exploded with her scent, soaking into the fibers of the tent itself. The sudden burst of perfume was overwhelming to the archer’s sensitive nose but it only served to fuel his orgasm. His moans came out as more of a rumble as he spilled his hot seed onto the bedding.

Slowly, she melted, coming down from her high. Daryl emerged from between her thighs, feeling quite pleased with himself. Her body still trembled below him in a way he had never seen before, it was like she had been struck by lightning. He laid delicate kisses to the soft flesh of her legs as he caught his breath.

Sweat coated her brow but in the dimmed light of the setting sun, Daryl thought she looked heavenly. She chuckled breathlessly and cupped his scruffy cheek, wiping away some of the slick that still coated his lips. It was far too soon to say ‘I love you’ yet but in that moment, they both felt it and for the first time in his life, Daryl wasn’t scared.

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Save Her

Part 1

*~* Part Two Part Three*~*

Daryl Dixon X Female Reader (first person pov)

Prompt: there are more than just walkers to be afraid of at the end of the world, and Daryl is determined to keep you safe from it

Warnings: Minors Do Not Enter Abuse, domestic violence, language, unprotected sex (p in v), blood, scars.

AN: This comes from one of my older Wattpad stories, because I am simply out of ideas to write something new. But I’ll forever stand Daryl daddy Dixon. Sooooo

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The prison walls were unusually quiet, cicada singing and the knife thumping against the cutting board the only sounds to be heard. The heat of the south Georgia summer did nothing to lighten everyone’s moods as we scrambled about, trying to find more food and medications for our small group.

I sit quietly on the table top next to Carol as she chops up the last of the tomatoes from our dying gardens.

“I wish I knew when the weather was going to change…” I say meekly, cheek resting on my knee as I roll a tennis ball around the table under my palm.

“Never thought I would miss watching the news as much as I do now.” Carol admits with a soft sigh, drawing a dry chuckle from me before the silence stretched on and I watch her cut into another tomato. I’d offered to help her earlier but she declined, asking if I’d just sit and keep her company instead. So that’s what we’ve been doing for the past hour almost.

A thunder of footsteps suddenly bounced off the concrete walls and my head shots up, relief flooding me as the group enters the room, finally back from their run, talking joyfully amongst themselves. Gavin Parker, my boyfriend of three years, storms past where we sit and straight for our shared cell, ripping the curtain back and disappearing inside.

Confusion contorts my expression but before I can move, a gruff thick voice calls my name. “Hey, Y/n, wanna come help me wit somethin?” Daryl’s accent is thick and undeniable as he stops beside me, large arms crossed over his chest. I glance from him to the still curtain of my cell before hesitantly nodding and easing myself to the ground.

‘I’ll just give Gavin some space… something had to of set him off.’ I think as I follow Daryl out to the courtyard towards the cars where everyone is gathering, laughter and a sense of happiness filling the air.

The cars are filled to the brim with more goodies than I’ve seen in weeks, hell maybe even months. Canned foods, cases of water, baby food, medications, clothes.

“W-where do you guys go?” I breath in amazement as Daryl hoists a crate of food into my arms.

“Rick found a small town bout fifteen miles thataway.” Daryl gestures in a vague direction south of the fence, “Looked like the place hasn’t been touched at all. Has a huge grocery store.” He lifts another crate from the back seat, this one filled with formula and other things for Judith.

My eyebrows furrow slightly as I glance over everything, “But… if it was such a good run, why is Gavin so mad?”

Daryl snorts and starts back towards the prison doors and I follow, shifting the weight of the box in my arms. “Yer little boyfriend is mad at me for savin his life, is why.”

My eyebrows feel like they disappear into my hairline, my mouth going agape as I stare at the back of Daryl’s head. “What? What happened?”

Daryl glances over his shoulder at me, taking in my bewildered expression. “Walker grabbed him because he was being stupid and wasn’t listen to no one. I killed it though before it could do anythin to him.” His explanation only confuses me more, why would Gavin be so mad? “He started yellin about how he had it an got into my face, calling me a red neck som-a-bitch before running back to the car.”

My cheeks heat in embarrassment for Gavin and the fact that his temper always gets the best of him, I sigh as we walk into the cell area. “Daryl, I’m so sorry. I’m sure he didn’t mean it, he must of been scared or-“

“Y/N!”

I jump, so startled I lose my grip on the crate as it topples to the floor, cans of food scattering everywhere catching the attention of everyone in the room. Daryl spins around with a cuss but I’m already on my knees, scrambling to collect the cans in reach. I only look up when a pair of tennis shoes come into view, Gavin leaning over me holding out a can of green beans. “Aw babe, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Gavin’s thick New York accent is wrapped in sarcasm as he stares down at me.

My throat is suddenly dry, and it takes everything in me to school my face into a worry free smile. “It’s okay, you know how clumsy I am.”

“Y/n, are you okay?” Daryl drops his own crate on the table, bending over to grab the cans that rolled his way.

“Yeah, you okay?” Gavin tilts his head slightly, the challenging glint in his eyes to families as he gives me a tight smile, eyebrows raising.

I hold his stare as I reach for the can, praying the slight tremble in my fingers would go unnoticed by everyone around us. “I’m okay.”

Finally looking to Daryl I give him an award winning smile that I can only pray is convincing enough, and only when he gives me a hesitant nod do I break eye contact, going back to cleaning up everything around me. The weight of Gavin’s eyes on me the entire time, calculating, hard, void of emotion.

A gnawing pit grows in my stomach, enveloping me in a sense of unease that would last the rest of the day.

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In order to celebrate our small victory, at dinner time we have a small feast, a little of everything to fill our bellies for the first time in weeks. Everyone gathered in the room, talking, laughing, sharing stories from before. Everything was to perfect.

Gavin and I sit on top of a table just behind everyone else, despite the heat I’m curled into his side, arms wrapped around one of his as I watch everyone, picking up bits and pieces of different stories until I catch a pair of intense blue eyes staring at me.

Daryl sits leaning back in his chair, a plate balanced on one knee with his fork caught between his teeth, arms folded behind his head. He looks as dangerous as I know he is, the muscles in his arms flexing every so often as he shifts around, his gaze never leaving mine.

A blush makes it’s way up my neck, burning across my checks as I bite the inside of my lip, the man was handsome, and I felt embarrassment and guilt flooding me as I look down at where my hand was intertwined with Gavin’s. Peaking back up those icy blue eyes where no longer trained on me but rather Rick as he bounces Judith in his arms.

Blowing out a soft breath, I turn my face up towards Gavin, who is already staring at me with those nearly black eyes. I pull out my sweetest smile, crinkling my nose as I do so. “I love you” I whisper loud enough for only him to hear.

Gavin hums softly, brushing a strand of hair back behind my ear. “And you always will, won’t you?” He responds, fingers suddenly gripping my chin roughly. I blanch slightly, all feelings of warmth quickly leaving my body as I nod my head the best I can. Gavin smiles, proud of the control he has over me, “Good girl.”

The sudden scrape of a metal chair across the concrete floor makes everyone jump, Daryl is standing with his hands planted on the table, glaring angrily at Gavin. “Daryl?” Rick looks as confused as everyone around us as they watch us silently.

“What you want, old man?”Gavin scoffs and my skin prickles with anxiety.

I tug at his arm, harshly whispering “What are you doing?” Gavin doesn’t budge, holding Daryl’s stare.

“Watch yerself, kid.” Daryl spits, pushing off the table and storming from the room towards the landing, leaving an angry charge in the air.

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Fic recommendations 2

Disclaimer: none of the below are my own work, they're just a few of my favourite pieces. If any author doesn't like their work linked here, please dm me and I will take it down.

Posted: 26/03/2022

Updated: 11/05/2022

Part 1 of fic recommendations here

DC

Bruce Wayne

one bad day (series)

love me by the light- part 1 part 2

for tomorrow will come

lemonade (series)

pointed lesson (series)

im asking nicely

after hours- chapter 1

the thief (series)

after hours- chapter 3

John Constantine

my mistakes

rockabye (series)

haunted (series)

Marvel

Billy Russo

these beautiful torments- part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 - competed

gulity of love (series)

under your protection

foreign exit strategy

grey matter (series)

Frank Castle

miss you

hideout- part 1 part 2

Out of reach (series, Black oc)

last thing you expected

wanted to be wrong

lover

cooking lessons

an insight into your domestic life with Frank Castle after he begins his new life

I wanna feel somethin

on my knees

in love (series)

Matt Murdock

careful

let me

heartbeats

pulse

ultraviolence

her favourite lawyer - part 1 part 2

slow down easy

comfort

grey matter (series)

back from the dead - part 1 part 2

rainy day

practice

his saving grace

here

untitled

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

Saving the devil

Forever is the sweetest con- part 1 part 2

oh this shelby lover- part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

what it's like to feel

your house

lies in the dark

a little slip

all I ever asked

fix us

Shelby Sister

swallowed arguments

Actors

second chances- cillian murphy (disabled reader)

Walking dead

Daryl Dixon

just between us

some king of stranger

cuddles

no regrets

the first time

home- part 1 part 2

protector

approval

let me, fiercely

reassurance

soft spot

Rick Grimes

dawn

three questions

just drive

new beginnings

go for the throat

interrupted

end of the world (teen daughter series)

[r0reep]

Rec list

Stranger things, marvel, marauders era, the umbrella academy, slashers

Stranger things

EDDIE MUNSON

Tongue

Eddie Munson smut AND Jason Carver slander. What could possibly be better?

Such a strange girl

Eddie and hippie being cuties.

Movie night

Bat Eddie and his uncle Wayne.

Noodle

Ferret dad Eddie.

Family

Wayne being a protective uncle and so much comfort.

STEVE HARRINGTON

Stay awake

The softest and fluffiest angst around.

Pretty

Steve deserves all the praises.

Dream

Cutie Steve beginning his dad life.

BILLY HARGROVE

Welcome to the party

Kind of ooc Billy but being a protective cutie.

Road gate

Very soft Billy with sadness but fluffy ending.

Marvel

BUCKY BARNES

Personal pillow

Kick your feet, twirl your hair type of fluff.

Pocket angel

Cry your eyes out type of fluff.

Sweeter than sugar

Chubby Bucky owns my heart and soul, forever and always.

Your protector, forever

A dark but soft Bucky.

Can you not

Possessive Bucky is a hot Bucky.

The bet

People being meanies to Bucky and a protective reader.

Serendipity

Bucky just trying to live with an unhinged neighbour.

Around my neck

Bucky being a silly jealous boy.

STEVE ROGERS

Religion

Dark Steve and innocent reader.

LOKI LAUFEYSON

Little realisations

I agree tall people are scary.

End credits

Loki being a sweetie.

Hot tea

Jotun Loki smut. Chefs kiss.

Marauders

JAMES POTTER

She hexed me!

Stupid lover boy Jamie.

SIRIUS BLACK

That doesn’t leave us many options

Cutie Siri and beautiful references to blanket forts.

REMUS LUPIN

Easy sleeping

Soft domestic relationship.

REGULUS BLACK

Regulus Black x Potter!Reader

Dramatic James and soft Reggie.

The umbrella academy

FIVE HARGREEVES

Music to my ears

Cute husband and wife shit. A whole lotta caring Five.

Hotel waffles

Retired loving Five.

Partners

The best type of relationship.

My little stress eater

Softest five around. All the fluffs while still being a bad bitch.

Slashers

Slasher cuddling HC

Falling asleep on slashers

Slashers s/o with tattoos

Slashers reaction to their s/o laying on top of them

Slashers with a demon s/o

Giving slashers massages

Slashers with s/o who has weird cravings for inedible things

Slashers with s/o who proves their loyalty to them

Hide ‘N Seek (Bo Sinclair)

Blind (Bo Sinclair)

Yautja with a chiropractor s/o

Wasted on a dream

Wound tending (Bo Sinclair)

Kissing slashers in a panic before they kill you Part 2

Male yautja trying out a period cramp simulator with his human mate

Michael and Jason with a reader who plays the sims

Receiving a love letter

Miscellaneous

MATT MURDOCK

One more time

A soft and fluffy fic that provides Matt with love and happiness.

SPENCER REID

Every last bite

Cute Spencer and magic baker, so cute!

AARON HOTCHNER

Home sweet home

Aaron being protective and little rage for spice.

JAVIER PEÑA

Agent Pe��a

Javier looking hot in his vest.

The Walking Dead

DARYL DIXON

Day drinking and it’s consequences

Glenn and reader being drunken simps. Cute Daryl just trying his best.

No matter what they say

Grumpy and sunshine.

Found you

The cutest reunion and Merle being a good guy.

A single punch

A truly heartbreaking and stunning story, Maggie being amazing.

Beef

Daryl being a bitch but he makes up for it.

[icekitten]

Another TWD S10 shipping rant:

Every episode of TWD this season just alternates between fanservicing Donnie and Caryl shippers. Can we get some fanservice for Darron too?

I’m just annoyed. Aaron has no one to interact with except when it’s council business and/or Michonne (and Gracie, but we still haven’t gotten that scene from the trailer) and she’ll sadly be gone soon. Oh and I suppose he has Negan too, but given how the plot has diverged, that seems like a one off episode and Aaron still wants him dead. S9 was great for Aaron/Daryl and I thought S10 would continue with that, but so far it’s like their friendship never existed, even when it makes perfect sense for them to interact (I swear something was cut from 10x04 because I don’t believe Aaron would stand by and do nothing while Lydia was bullied). Maybe 10B will be more promising, as I have heard whispers (haha get it?) that Aaron and Daryl might be the ones to kill Beta (although I kind of love him and don’t want him to die). 

Oh and the fact that Aaron hasn’t gotten any love action in 7 years and the one chance he had in Jesus was snatched away so cruelly... it just makes me sick to think about, especially when nearly all the other characters are either in relationships or have the potential to be. Daryl is the only other choice for Aaron but the writers are too busy shoving Donnie and Caryl down our throats (I like Caryl, but Donnie is so forced and cutesy I feel nauseous) and forgetting all the canon subtext which very clearly codes Daryl as asexual or gay (rewatch the scene with imaginary Merle when Daryl is injured looking for Sophia, it’s blatantly obvious!). So he showed no romantic interest in anyone for over a decade and suddenly he’s all soft and mushy, and trying to impress two women in one season? GTFO. I’d rather he be a solo, loner, asexual badass forever than have to endure Donnie domestic bliss (that’s so NOT Daryl! UGH!!!).

And I’m also sick to death of people saying Daryl has never opened up to anyone like he has with Connie before. They need to rewatch all of Darron’s scenes in S5, because no one can tell me they weren’t about to kiss in that car! Aaron understands Daryl better than anyone and gets that he has to be on his own at times in the wilderness and doesn’t try to force him to be something he’s not.

All that said, please don’t take this as hatred toward Connie. I do love her as a character. I’m just bitter that yet again one of my ships has gotten shafted in favor of the hetero one.

[ash-lee-can]

Along The Road (Chapter 6)

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Pairings: Richonne, Shane/Andrea

Rating: PG-13

A/N: I know some people don’t read on fanfiction.net, so here’s the latest chapter on here...

This fic is not Beta'd therefore all mistakes are mine...

Chapter 6

The air was freezing, but they could only feel it on their faces as they were all heavily clothed everywhere else. Their footsteps gave a soft crunch as Michonne and her friends stepped on fresh fallen snow in the backyard of Shane and Andrea's home. It was the same backyard that she, Rick and Shane goofed around in for years in their teens, back when Shane's parents owned it. The backyard felt like it was only type of backyard of that size you'd see in the South without costing you a fortune. Just simply the norm.

It was a bizarre feeling seeing her old friends again. The first was Glenn, pregnant Maggie, who was waddling through due to her sizable belly, and their son Hershel, also known as JR, coming up to the front steps. She thought back to when Glenn was just that young, cute, awkward pizza boy who was always the one to deliver the food when she and Andrea, who were grown, practicing lawyers, having their Girls Night In with the young, fiesty, college girl, Maggie. Watching how they interacted now, she would have thought that they were that old couple with a life time of forever love you'd see in the commercials. They reminded her of her grandparents.

There was a woman named Carol with her college freshman daughter, Sophia. Michonne met her when she defended her in a case against the murder of her husband. It was a case of self defense against the abusive bastard and Michonne was determined to make sure she got off. Rick had called her up as soon as the woman was arrested at the scene. Michonne had already defended Shane, who was beating him for using "excessive force" towards that same man the year before when they had answered a 911 call and had to break up a "domestic dispute" against the two. The whole town knew the what was happening, but most of them stood by, not wanting to interfere in someone's marriage which resulted in bloodshed. Rick, secretly, asked for her help. Michonne was not about to let that woman rot for that monster's deserving demise. The woman and her daughter had no family therefore Rick and Shane decided to make them her family, her daughter even becoming Carl's best friend. She had become a woman of strength that had risen from her struggle and pain, providing for the life that both she and her daughter deserved.

There was Sasha and Tyrese. The latter was a former professional football player for the Miami Dolphins. He moved from retirement central to Atlanta after he was forced to retire himself after a bad injury in his five year career. With his younger sister planning to move to Atlanta, big brother decided to tag along. Andrea bonded with Sasha with their secret love for The Spice Girls, while Shane became fascinated becoming friends with a NFL player into becoming genuine friends. Michonne met them at a funeral a few years ago and got to know them both at the wake. Although Tyrese was the famous NFL player, Sasha was a hero back where they were from saving a supposedly doomed orphanage in a fire. Michonne determined that Tyrese was the protective teddybear and that Sasha was the headstrong woman of determination.

Aaron and his boyfriend, Eric, showed up. Andrea and Michonne met Aaron after the Westboro Baptist Church got off from criminal charged when they bombed his well community center, when they learned of his sexuality in Atlanta years ago. The duo were outraged by the outcome after following the high profiled case, contacted him, offered their services to him, and convinced him to sue for defamation, which would help financially with the damages. The duo won of course and stayed friends with him ever since. Andrea continues to work as his main lawyer since Michonne moved to France.

She didn't know Tara and Rosita before today. Andrea told her that Tara had lost her dad, sister and niece to a very messy, tragic car accident in Atlanta. Tara, who was fresh out of the police, was on duty to the messy pile up on the highway when she discovered her family's demise and left for a smaller town as a deputy. It amazed Michonne how someone who'd experience such tragedy could still live the life as a goofball. The King's County Police Department took the young one under their wings and made her family. Her girlfriend Rosita was a mechanic, who Tara first met when she took her sister's car to get fixed one day as a way to heal her grieving. They hit it off immediately, turning from fast best friends into something more.

She looked over to loner redneck Daryl Dixon. She was still amazed that they'd became friend considering that the family he'd come from. She'd never forget the way his older brother would assault her with racial remarks. Daryl was always stuck right behind him, always reading to jump in and fight by his brother's side, despite never engaging in the verbal combat, at least not towards her in particular for whatever reason, even though she was sure had with others. When Merle got locked up, again, Rick helped him come into his own. Sure Daryl would never become a cop considering his family's history with them, but there was something he could do. He found a way to better himself and his situation. By the time the old man, who owned the autoshop he and Merle worked in for years passed away, he'd saved up enough money to purchase the business. It was the same autoshop Rosita worked at. When she saw him again years back, she almost couldn't believe that he was the same. He had his brother's temper every now and again, and every now and again would find himself into trouble for getting ahead of himself and stubborness, but he seemed genuine when it came to wanting helping people and overall in a better place compared to where he used to be when they were kids.

Then there was the Grimes family. Michonne's mind went back to that morning, when she ended up to being treated to alone with adorable, scruffy bearded Rick Grimes...

Early That Morning

The aroma of Southern cooking invaded her nostrils as she once again woke in the semi-familiar surroundings. With the smell of such deliciousness, and the Christmas Eve feast she had the night before, she just knew that she was going put on a few pound just from stay there.

She glanced at her side in the bed and saw her son, Andre, still sleeping soundly with his light snores. She slowly climbed out of bed and headed for the bedroom door. She didn't know what to expect when she stepped into the living, but the sight taken her aback.

On the pullout couch Carl hanging on off one side of the the pullout bed, face down, most likely drooling, still wearing his boots and on top of the comforter that was there. He had gone out to hang, most likely party, with friends after dinner and must had come back late while everyone was still sleeping. She remembered the days where after going out late at night to party with with Shane and Rick in their younger days and sneaking back into her grandparents house before dawn so they wouldn't know she was out all night drinking cheap beer and dancing the night away.

Next to him was little Judith cuddled up into her big brother, almost using him as some form of a blanket, despite the comforter that she was under. Carl's arm was wrapped around her adorableness in a natural instinctive protective way. Maybe he was a security blanket? Maybe she was just reading too much into it? Either way, her heart warmed at and made her give a soft smile at the sight. She didn't imagine having any more children, but if she did, she can imagine her son doing the same to his younger sibling.

Then there was Rick, laying on the other side of the bed, just snoring. It wasn't obnoxious sounding, but it was definitely louder than what her son was doing in the guest room. She chuckled at how cute it was. She used to hate when Mike would snore in her ear and but for some reason the snoring sound in the room wasn't bothering her.

Still slightly tired, and not wanting to disturb the sleeping family, she headed for the kitchen to see if she find some caffeine. Hopefully there was some herbal tea she liked and not just coffee. Also it was too early in the day for delicious hot chocolate.

She walked into the cozy kitchen to various pots simmering and the oven baking. There wasn't anyone in sight overseeing the cooking, which unnerved her, until she spotted the note on the refrigerator.

'Shane said I forgot to pick up some stuff,

so we need to find a store that's open so

we can get it real quick. We'll be back

hopefully soon.

-Andrea

P.S. Check on the damn food!

-Shane'

She could imagine the debate between the two of them at like three in the morning about the food. Andrea , honestly, wasn't much of a cook. It was decent, but very basic. Shane was someone who took much pride in his cooking. He used say that his older brother Negan would tell him that, "A way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but a way into a woman's panties is the high skill level of working a skillet!" As a shirt chaser, it was a skill that Shane took seriously and tried to master as much as he possibly could, starting from Michonne's own grandmother. When they dated in their early teens, he tried to win her grandmother over by taking cooking lessons from her at the Dinner Bell diner. He took pride in his over 25 years of culinary work. And there wasn't a woman who didn't appreciate his efforts, then he wouldn't even bother and further.

The aroma of the delicious food over came her. There was no way she wasn't going to take a peek. She lifted a lid on one pot, a steam of Southern ecstacy invaded her lungs and pores. She saw a pot of cooking collard green with ham hocks just simmering away and her mouth began to water. She slowly lowered her hand in the pot of a taste-

"Checking the food right?"

She clamped the lip back onto the pot as the unexpected voice startled her. She glances behind her to see Rick standing on the other end of the kitchen, freshly woken with his messy loose curls and scruffy beard, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, along with an unexpected imprint against the pants she wasn't expecting to see at that very moment.

She looked up to realize that he giving her a playful smirk. She had only looked down below for a half a second but, did he notice? After a couple a seconds of slight panic, she realized that he amusement was from her food thieving. Not perving eyes.

She nervously smiled back to cover her unexpected nerves. "Well, figured I'd take a peek since Shane and Andy left out."

Rick scratched the back of his curls, still waking up. "Let me guess. Andrea forgot something, again?"

"Seems like."

They stared at each other in silence, both unsure what to say next. Then Michonne remembered the reason she came in the kitchen in the first place.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to know if they have any tea?"

Rick perked up and walked over to her. "Yeah. Let me grab that for you." He squeezed through between her and the wall, holding onto her side for a second, to reach the top in the cabinet above one the counter she was next to. She jolted a little bit when his front accidentally brushed against her backside. This was not how she was planning on spending her morning.

"Andrea hides it up here when Shane pranked her once by pretending to throw it out once." He pulled down a gallon sized ziplock bag with various types of packaged tea bags and K-Cups and handed over to her. "So you got your green, black, white, chamomile and some other teas I can't remember." Michonne raised an eyebrow at his knowledge of various teas other than diabetically sweet. "Andrea threw away Shane's coffee once and ranted to us about our horrible coffee habits. The prank was in retaliation."

She laughed at the thought. It still amazed her how the two stayed together. Both of them were pretty stubborn people and yet they still worked. "Thanks."

She looked into the bag, spotting the white tea she was hoping for grabbed a coffee mug. She glanced over to Rick, who was pouring himself a cup of leftover coffee that Shane had in the coffee pot. "I guess the 'coffee is bad' rant didn't take huh."

He looked back at her and blushed beneath his thick beard before turning back to his drink. "Old habits die hard I guess."

"Maybe I can do a much better job of convincing you than Andrea could?" Wait! What? She didn't mean for it to come off a flirtatious as she did. Simple friendly banter. Or maybe it was just in her head?

Rick turned around again with his mug in hand. He kept his head down, not looking her in the eye, but she could tell his whole face was a little red now. "We'll see." He headed out of the kitchen, maybe a little quicker than he probably should have.

Michonne groaned to herself in embarrassment. Maybe some nice hot tea will help her get her head straight this morning. Andrea might have been right though. She needed to get laid.

Present Time

Michonne came out of the morning memory as a quick gush of wind pushed against her face a little. She looked ahead and saw the other game players standing around further into the yard, getting ready to pick teams. She looked back onto the back porch to see Andrea, Maggie, Carol, Sophia and Eric sitting down, watching Andrea, Judith and JR play around, ready for the game to start. She hustled to catch up with the rest of them so they could pick teams.

"Alright." Shane, tossing the football to himself in the air, while he addressed everyone. "Rick and I are captains, as usual. Last year's loser go first."

Tyrese, counting everyone, in his head notices something was off. "We don't have an even number though."

Shane smirks a little. "Don't worry. My extra man should be here any moment." Michonne could tell he had something up his thermal sleeves. "Pick first Rick." He tossed the ball to the other captain for his first pick.

Rick caught it easily and carefully scanned the group, looking for the first choice he already decided on.

"Oh fuck you, Grimes!" Shane threw his gloved hands in the air. Rick laughed at the outburst, to everyone's else's confusion. He knew Shane was going to pick Michonne first, but being last year's loser had it's benefits. "It's fine. You two were always against me anyways." As he looked around for his next pick. Just as he was about to call Sasha's name-

"You damn shitheads just couldn't wait for me, could ya?" A loud, male voice carried through the yard as he swaggered through the snow towards him. He was tall and handsome for sure. Michonne almost didn't recognize him, but as he gotten closer, his swagger, voice and that shit eating grin that formed behind that, she recognized that it was Shane's older brother. "Little Ricky's and his toy soldiers are in to get one hell of a Christmas."

A/N: I was originally going to make this chapter and next chapter one long as chapter, but I decided to end it on. I'll try and get the next one up as soon as I can. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I'd like to thank you all for the reviews. If there appears to be any mistakes, let me know so I can can fix them :)...