#gleggie

[daddygrimes]

y/n: why are you two holding hands?

maggie: he was scared.

glenn: I’M NOT SCARED.

y/n: …do you want me to hold your other—

glenn, grabbing their hand: yes.

[grimesgirll]

it all started when glenn caught you checking out maggie.

your eyes had been glued to her form, not just enjoying the view of her ass from behind but her figure as she made her way to help rick with the new tractor they’d salvaged. maggie had no idea that you were doing your best at lip reading every word and catching every mundane detail. you had no idea glenn was watching.

he’s returning from the showers to maggie in their tent in the yard, getting ready for bed when he breaches the subject. the man is half expecting to get some backlash on why his eyes were on the girl from woodbury in the first place but he’s wildly surprised to hear, “you too?”

apparently maggie had caught you in action herself. breath caught in your throat, you’d been letting your eyes linger a little too long on the way glenn’s hands gripped around the rake he was using to clear up the fields after a gusty rainstorm.

none of you thought that a joke from maggie about the length of your shorts would end up with your head in between her thighs.

what you thought had been playful banter turned into a threeway makeout session against the toolshed followed by you all crashing into their tent, and a quest to rid you of your panties. hands on the front and back of your legs, the couple didn’t waste any time - not with you so eager. maggie’s making fun of your blush when she maneuvers a finger around to find you revved up and ready to go, but glenn’s pants are only tightening.

the barrage of open mouthed kisses and fingers tangling in your hair almost distract you from maggie weaseling another finger inside of you.

“such a pretty girl,” glenn is whispering into your hair from behind. a hand lays claim on your tit, squeezing and doling out pleasure even as his girlfriend picks up her pace.

“gonna have to keep quiet if you wanna come, sweet girl,” maggie advises and suddenly you’re reminded of the sunny afternoon right outside the tent flap.

maggie and glenn share a look that you don’t quite recognize yet. it’s like there’s some couple’s wavelength that you’re not on that has glenn starting on his pants and maggie ridding you of your tank top.

and just like that, your mouth is encompassing glenn’s head as he hisses, “fuck.” your cheeks hollow like it’s a setting triggered by his cock, sliding further down your throat.

“such a good girl for us,” maggie proves with a thrust of her fingers. “sayin’ yes without hesitatin’. you like watchin’ us. we’re gonna love watchin’ you come.”

you can’t complain and you have no reason to. maggie’s fingers are working out a much needed massage on your most tender muscles. a third finger has you moaning around glenn, and with every noise from you, his hands find your hair, stroking and petting as you swallow around him. he’s only tensing and throbbing in your mouth even more at the filthiness of it all; maggie’s fingers stuffed up your cunt and his cock stuffed down your throat.

a gag has him shooting his hips nearly into your face. you - in turn - grind up and down on maggie’s fingers. her lips are pressing instructions to “just wait” against your skin. it’d be easier to “just wait” if she wasn’t rubbing such precise circles into your clit - motions that you didn’t even know you liked.

the new touches and sensations are overwhelming you. you’re almost happy glenn is angling impossibly down your airway because otherwise, you’d be loud enough to provide an inappropriate work environment for everyone in the fields. you only grow louder as the woman twisting her nimble fingers inside of you doesn’t relent. you’d beg if it wouldn’t be so muffled around glenn’s cock.

vibration after vibration echoes against glenn’s length anyways. when he looks down at you, base of him in hand, he thinks you have to be the sweetest boon to ever have fallen into his lap.

he’s even more impressed when his girlfriend declares that you’re “close” and he’s getting a front row seat for how you absolutely fall apart in the wake of your orgasm. your reddened face has to be cherry now. lips swollen around glenn, all you can do is whimper when the digits extracting every ounce of pleasure they can, curl and guide you through the wet, squirming release pulsing around maggie’s fingers.

glenn spilling down your throat and maggie removing her fingers give you a break from the physical overwhelm.

your mouth isn’t ready for a break just yet though. not when you’re making the executive decision to wipe whatever’s left of glenn from your lips and settle down between maggie’s pillowy thighs, shushing her “but”s when you lower her denim shorts and sage panties.

maggie’s green eyes are flickering between yours and glenn’s. glenn is no doubt sitting back, enjoying the love of his life getting eaten out just like she deserved to after a hard morning of work in the sun. you’d had him down your throat just mere minutes ago but the sight of you so furiously bent on getting his girl off has him bricking up again.

the feel of maggie’s hands in your hair is remiscent of glenn’s and each time she tugs your strands, you’re nosing deeper. you don’t care that your face is covered in maggie’s arousal by this point. you’d be in awe of the couple; glenn’s side swept hair and maggie’s delicious demeanor - and her derrière.

tongue flattened against her entrance, you lap up maggie as if her pussy were pure nectar of the gods. her heaving exhales are. it’s all the confirmation that you need that the pattern you’re drawing with your tongue lights up every pleasure receptor in her. fingers grow harsher, a tug to match every taunting lick.

before you know it, maggie’s sweet release is filling your mouth.

even maggie can’t help but let out a few choice words and some huffy praises of, “good girl” and “what a mouth.”

glenn can’t help but look at you with an open mouth because god, you look cute with your nose covered in her slick.

there’s not enough time for maggie to laugh at her boyfriend or for you to get all flustered - not if the three of you want to work a nap into your day before dinner.

you happily accept their invitation and glenn straightens out their mussed up sleeping arrangements. he finds you a pillow, passing it to you and placing one last eager kiss on your lips before pulling his girlfriend into his arms, not unlike how she grabs you next. maggie’s kissing the top of your head and you’re forgetting all about the empty bunk back in your cell, blissed out enough to relax your head against her chest and let the sounds of the cicadas chirp you to sleep.

[rheefamilysource]

GLENN AND MAGGIE IN THE WALKING DEAD | 6.13 “The Same Boat”

[tszmalik]

ALWAYS DEFENDING MOTHER !

[alvivaarts]

what's it called when you die and wake up and then remarry your wife but you and your wife have homoerotic relationship going on with the hot guy who's absolutely crush worthy and simultaneously crushed with the weight of your death as his own personal responsibility but you're all trying to fix the timeline anyway (and failing)

something a little gay I guess but hey, second time's charm?

[clary-jace]

my top ten ships of all time:

7. glenn rhee & maggie greene (the walking dead) - “I care more about her than I care about me.” 

[twdarchive]

The Walking Dead; 3.01: Seed

[rheesrifle]

carol: so how’s life with a newborn, maggie?

maggie: horrible. i didn’t know a person could cry this much and i just want to make it stop.

carol: i’m sure hershel will grow out of it-

maggie: oh, the baby is an angel! no trouble at all.

carol: but you just said-

glenn, from the baby’s bedroom, sobbing: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

I'm rewatching S2 of TWD and I know the whole point of the 'ever done it in a hayloft' thing is that Glenn finds the Walkers in the barn, but I just need to stress a little detail that I never noticed before (because every single time I rewatch the show, I find new ones)

as Glenn is walking up to the barn, he is putting a piece of gum in his mouth. he arrives, blanket in hand, condoms in pocket, and putting a piece of minty gum in his mouth so that his breath smells nice for Maggie. ENDLESS RIZZ

he was the original fucking rizzler and nobody can tell me otherwise

[lanadeldixon]

It’s a Fine Line

Daryl x Fem reader

(Enemies to lovers)

Word count- 1.7k

Warnings- foreplay, nudity, swearing, slight angst, wishing death on someone?

Summary- Y/N and Daryl hate each other and everyone knows it but as they say it’s a fine line between love and hate…

Setting- early Alexandria days, around s5-s6

“Ugh you don’t get it, I hate him. Like I just hate him so so much” I stated head still reeling over his stupid comment.

“No you don’t” Rosita said with a smirk.

“I mean me, stupid, as if! I’m actually like super smart”

I remarked ignoring her comment.

“Ugh”

“Ohh, so you’re talking about Daryl?” Maggie said with a giggle, her hand laced in Glenn’s.

It was nice to see her smile, it had been a while since she’d finally been able to be happy again.

“Don’t get her started” Rosita let out with a sigh.

I shot her a sharp look, “Rosita! I thought we were friends!” I said in a jokey tone.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hold back her smile.

“So you still haven’t made up with him?” Glenn asked.

Before I could respond Maggie scoffed,

“Them make up? I love you Y/N but you’re so stubborn!” I opened my mouth to argue, “I know he’s very stubborn too! But one day you may need eachother, it’s best to make amends or at least try to understand eachother.” She said with a more stern, but still understanding look on her face.

I pursed my lips together in annoyance, thinking over what she said.

It is true, if one day I’m in danger and I need to rely on him can I truly trust him to help me? He hates me but even though I hate him too I would still fight for him if he needed me.

I blushed slightly at the thought of saving someone I felt such anger for, it was kinda hot…

“Earth to Y/N, you still with us?” Rosita mocked waving her hand over my face.

“Yes, sorry I was lost in thought.” I muttered avoiding her eyes, ashamed of my thoughts.

“I wonder who you possibly could’ve been thinking about?” Rosita continued sarcastically, smirk reappearing.

“Oh, are you dating someone Y/N?” Glenn questioned as the girls giggled.

I rolled my eyes, and shook my head in embarrassment.

“Fine I’ll go talk to the stupid, greasy archer.” I said in a childish tone.

I walked through the town quickly, head down, mind reeling.

I had just made it through the doorway when I heard him.

“Oi ya even listening to me dumbass?”

My head shot up in anger.

“For the last time I’m not dumb, if you even listened to me for once you’d find that I’m rather intelligent, besides at least I don’t look like I haven’t showered in 10 years.”

He snarled.

“Now I know ya stupid”

“Why? What are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna call me stupid some more?!”

He angrily stomped towards me.

“Fuck ya!”

He said with a throw of his hand as he began to turn around.

“Fuck you? That’s it? Nothing else genius?” I said mockingly.

“What else should I say?? Yar a fucking bitch. I shoulda let ya ass get bit a long ass time ago.”

I paused for a second, I always knew he hated me but, I never knew he hated me that much, too the point where he wouldn’t even want me around anymore. I knew I egged him on but I guess I just wanted to hear something, anything, different…

I looked at him hurt, before averting my gaze.

It’s just us. We’ll always be like this. It shouldn’t hurt, but why does it?

“Fuck you too.” I said not being able to bring myself to look in his eyes.

I began to walk towards the closest exit, desperate to escape this anger?

No it feels worse than that.

I want to escape this pain…

I reached for the handle, before I could grasp it I felt a hand wrap around my arm.

“Don’t” the biker said in a gruff voice.

“Why do you care?” I said gaze fixed on the bottom of the door.

His silence was deafening.

“Let me go Daryl.”

I felt his hand falter slightly before it tightened.

“I can’t…”

“Why not? I thought you wanted me dead…”

I managed to release, struggling against the lump forming in the back of my throat. I could feel my eyes well up and I knew my hurt had surfaced enough to be seen.

If it was this painful then maybe Rosita was right…

“I didn’t mean tha’” he choked out.

“Then what did you mean Daryl? Why would you say it if you didn’t mean it?!” My voice quickened with my heart as I instinctively raised my voice.

“WHY DO YOU THINK Y/N?! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!” He practically screamed at me.

The shake of his hand radiated through my entire body.

Finally I worked up the courage to turn around. I was scared of what might happen next however at the same time it excited me.

Our eyes met.

“Tell me…” I let out in a whisper.

His gaze shifted uncomfortably.

“Please…” I muttered.

“I hate you…” he slurred in a hushed tone, his eyes shifting to my lips.

I stayed silent.

“But God why da ya have to be so damn hot?”

“Fuck you…”

“Ya can’t even lemme finish, fuck, ya so damn annoyin’ but I just, I can’t not think about ya.”

My eyes widened and my whole body began to heat up.

“Ya face it’s like engraved in ma mind, I can’t not think about ya, day and night. Where ever I am. Ya all that’s on ma mind. I hate ya... I wanna hate ya so so bad but…”

He paused looking deeply into my eyes, I felt naked under his close watch.

“I don’t think it’s hate anymore Y/N, I don’t know if it ever has been. It’s a fine line ya know?” He looked away in shame as he said it and I gulped loudly.

“I know.” I said sternly.

We were mere inches apart. I couldn’t tell whether we were about to argue or…

He leaned forward in one quick motion, stopping just shy of my lips.

He had a raw almost animalistic look in his eyes.

I would’ve been scared if I wasn’t desperate to know what his next move would be.

He breathed heavily before sighing and leaning his arm above me, his head nuzzled in the crook of my neck.

“Do ya have any idea what ya doin to me dumbass,”

I just looked at him with widened eyes and a parted mouth. I must’ve looked like a deer in headlights.

I lifted my hands carefully and placed them on his back.

Much to my dismay he moved his head from its resting place.

But when his eyes met mine I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed for much longer.

I moved my head slightly forward and he followed my movements. As if in sync we mirrored one another’s actions until our lips were practically touching.

I could feel his warm breath hit my lips, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

My breath hitched as he searched my eyes, before his lips collided into mine.

His motions were rushed but clearly planned. The way his tongue explored my mouth, it couldn’t have been accidental.

His hands gripped onto my lower waist, tugging firmly at my trousers.

“Mhm” I pulled away for a second, and undid the buckle he was so clearly struggling with. When our eyes met again he had a look of gratitude mixed with hunger.

A grin overcame his face, “god I can’t wait to taste ya”

With that I met his lips, with a firm, meaningful kiss.

God he’s a good kisser.

He pulled off his waistcoat and began to lift his shirt so I followed. Throwing off my jacket and lifting my vest over my face before tossing it to the side.

His lips began to explore, making their way down to my neck.

And slowly to my chest he reached for the clasp of my bra but his efforts were futile.

“Fuck sake is this glued shut or somethin’?” He mumbled angrily.

A giggle escaped me as I grabbed his hand, guiding it.

He stood back for a second admiring his accomplishment.

With a nod he let out a soft hum, before gently kissing my breasts.

He held my waist tighter and pulled his head back,

“Ya ready for this princess,”

He said as me laid me down, looking at my body splayed on the floor in nothing but my panties.

I nodded and he smiled.

I began to admire his chest properly as he kneeled in-front of me and gripped his hands around my thighs before placing them on his shoulders and licking his lips.

He gently nipped at my thighs whilst his hand played with the hem of my lacy underwear.

“BAM!” The sound of the door slamming echoed through the house.

We unentangled ourselves and shot up startled.

We knew we were fucked.

“Carol’s going to love this, she’s been cooking like crazy lately,” I heard a familiar voice state.

Me and Daryl’s eyes met, it was obvious we were both struggling to think of a way to explain this.

The footsteps began to grow closer as we scrambled to grab our clothes.

He went to open the door but remembered the state we were in and instead decided against it.

“Fuck” he muttered.

My eyes shifted around the room until it landed on the closet.

I grabbed his wrist and rushed towards the door, managing to reach it just before the footsteps reached the kitchen.

“You’re joking!” I peered through a slit, noticing my suspicions were correct, Maggie and Rosita stood chatting in the kitchen.

“There’s no way, I mean they argue like cats and dogs!” Maggie exclaimed shocked.

My heart rate quickened realising whom they could be discussing…

“I’m telling you, she wants him bad!”

“No way, she was just saying earlier how much she hates him.”

My face met Daryl’s, he was already watching me, lust bubbling to the surface, daring to break through at any second.

My stance and gaze shifted as I realised just how uncomfortable this was, but to my surprise he lifted his hand and gently guided my face until once again our eyes were meeting.

“Oh come on, you’ve got be joking, it’s so obvious! I mean he wants her too, they just act like a couple of kids teasing each other because they have a crush.”

“I mean I guess, but I don’t know, it seems a lot like hatred to me.”

“That’s just because you’re not a part of it, trust me they’ll be ripping each others clothes in no time.”

Maggie laughed slightly before noticing something on the floor.

Her face scrunched up in confusion.

“Why is Daryl’s vest on the floor?…”

[daddygrimes]

y/n: you know, glenn gives maggie flowers all the time, i wish you’d do that too.

daryl: okay.

*later*

daryl: *gives maggie flowers*

maggie: thank you???

daryl: i am just as confused as ya are.

[kermit-coded]

i think i finally found a way to forgive myself

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[rheefamilysource]

THE WALKING DEAD 4.15

[tszmalik]

Mother is coming back in 2025 🐐❤️

[beholdtheapocalypse]

The Walking Dead: Dead City (2023-) Season 1 | Episode 3

[longearedhare]

ok I’m only on season 8 of TWD rn so please no spoilers (yes I know that Carl dies) but why does everyone hate on Maggie (and every other woman on the show) so much??? She’s one of my favorite characters and I feel like people in this fandom treat the female characters WAY worse than the male ones when they’ve done comparably bad things and had to make similar decisions. It just makes me sad when she’s had a really interesting character arc and gone through so much trauma and people treat her like she’s annoying and worthless.