#grimes!reader

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Rick and Daryl go out on a run.

A quick in and out.

Rick needs something. Daryl tells him to go grab it. "S'in ma bag."

But upon pulling out said needed item, several small papers follow.

"The hell?" His voice raised enough to have Daryl take a few steps back to him but freezing at the sight.

Rick held the collection of polaroids he had forgotten to take out of his bag.

Polaroids of your chest, his hand over one breast. Or sucking on his fingers. His hand around your throat. But the worst ones he took that night were the ones of his cock stuffed in your leaking pussy, a small freshly cut heart on your thigh beside it.

"You're sleeping with my daughter?" He snapped at his dearest friend. His trusted him. He trusted you.

Daryl had no answer. It was clear from the photos that he had been hiding his relationship with you from everyone, but still he tried to soften the blow. "I don' like others knowin'. They pry 'n ask shit I don' wanna talk about."

It's true Daryl was a very closed off person, but Rick still couldn't get it into his head you were willingly letting the man hurt you. He still had the photo with the bleeding heart jn his hand, fingers covering the parts he really disn't need to see.

Daryl saw him stare. He knew what bothered him and hoped his words were enough. "She's okay with it all. Always ask 'er first."

Rick sighed and put aside the photos, dumping them back in the bag and moving on with the reason they came here in the first place.

"You, me and her talk over dinner tonight. First we do this and head home."

[back-and-buckynastier-than-ever]

can someone pls help me find this TWD fic, pretty pls…

What I remember (spoiler alert):

Basically the reader is related to Rick (cant remember if she’s his daughter or niece) and Negan ends up shooting her when he comes back to Alexandria with his crew. It was an accident, i think she got in front of someone to protect them. But he sees how it effects rick and mocks him until someone points out why he’s so upset. It had originally been kept a secret from Negan and them that they were related in hopes of protecting her from something just like this. Pretty sure she dies…

this is so sad and angsty but I really wanna read it again pls, and if ur the one who wrote this story, BIG SHOUTOUT TO U <3

[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[moonxnite]

y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?

[lanadelreylover11]

I feel like a virgin when I search up x Reader with a new character I like

[c1nnam00n]

me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

[ruerecs]

PSA! you don't have to have smut in your fic to make it good.

for all the butthurt people in my reblogs, i’m literally a writer too. that’s literally why i made this post, never said you shouldn’t. just said you don’t have to? (all the people complaining about this post just know i’m laughing at your replies🙂‍↕️)

[sleepyangelkami]

smut's fun. have you ever read soul crushing, heart aching, head throbbing comfort that makes your eyes burn out of your head to the point where you just have to crawl into a ball because your inner child feels so safe? haha... yeah smuts fun.

[winnysplayground]

“he’s so babygirl”

babe he just killed somebody.

[starsm00n]

Is he a scary man covered in blood? Or is he my baby girl? Spot the difference

[natti-ice]

in another universe, your favorite characters are reading fanfic about you. Feel special.

[thatvintagefanboy]

[hisbuni]

i just know they hit that one spot. every time. each thrust.

[lovesicklovermia]

normalise making a list of character x readers u like to read so you can spin a wheel every night before bed to decide ur bedtime story xx

[moonxnite]

I smile like an idiot when I see my man, who’s not my man, on my television screen.