#normanreedus

[corvidcrossbow]

~•♡•~ I Like It Long

➳ Summary: While out on a run, you and Michonne start lightly teasing Daryl for having his hair grown out. But there's a hidden reason as to why he won't cut it. (Daryl x Fem!Reader)

➳ Setting: Alexandria, post Savior war

➳ Word count: 1.4k

➳ C/W: Just smut n hair pulling

➳ A/N: This spawned from me writing the context plot of another fic and I was like… wait (And thank yall for the attention on that Mother's Day post??? Yall are so sweet 😭🫶)

My hair is really similar to Daryl's when it's partially or almost dry and it's actually my favorite thing about myself like xbsosjdjdneisnsiasjebeiisjabajissn

You loudly banged your forearm against the glass door of a long abandoned drug store, not hearing any noise inside. Vines and weeds had grown through cracks in the concrete, winding up the sides of the building.

“Sounds pretty clear,” You shrugged, holstering your bow and opting for hand-held blades as Michonne pulled open the handle. You, her, and Daryl were clearing through a nearby town while out on a supply run, opting to make quick work of the task in favor of getting home.

You three entered the building, keeping your guard up in case of any straggling walkers that weren't roused by the initial attempts to lure them towards you. The interior wasn't large, so you could comfortably split off from each other and still be close.

“Seems mostly ransacked. Not much left,” Michonne commented, katana lowered but out in front of her. This had begun to grow repetitive and boring, energy matching the grayness of the lighting.

She took a pair of hair cutting shears off the shelf in front of her, holding them up to your gaze a few isles over. “Think he could use these?” She asked as a smile played the edges of her mouth, nodding back towards Daryl, looking for mischief. His hair had grown quite long over the course of the last two years, the tawny blond darkening into a rich brown, accompanied by a shaggy cut.

“Oh definitely. Jus’ gotta determine which onna us can hold him down long enough to cut it,” You replied with a chuckle, eyes following hers to where the archer stood at the endcap of another lane.

“Shuddup, will ya?” Daryl scoffed, shaking his head with grunt. His gaze didn't break from the advertisement in front of him, trying to ignore your antics. “Ts'fine.”

“Gotta make use of whatever supplies we find, no?” You continued your teasing, trying to hide the grin on your face at his reaction. “You were sweatin’ like a pig all summer, hair tangled all over yer face ‘n what not. When was the last time you cut it?”

“Don’ kno’, don’ care,” He grumbled, and you eyed Michonne again. It's definitely been since the prison, at least. He moved on from the stand. “Plus, winter up ‘ere's gon be colder. Will keep me warm.”

“Daryl, you're ‘bout the only one who didn't freshen up since we got to Alexandria. Don't you at least want a trim?” Michonne pestered, raising her eyebrows at him and shifting her weight to one leg. “You remember Rick's whole hobo-beard.”

“Ain't got no ‘hobo-beard’.”

“But you do look like the only ‘scissors’ you know is the recently searched on your go to porn site,” Michonne chaffed, barely able to contain herself.

Daryl froze for just a second, face flushing as his head whipped to stare back at her. And you two burst out laughing, to which his expression soured.

“Give it up, alrigh’?! Ain't nothin’ wrong with mah hair!” He snapped, accent thick with embarrassment, bowing his head slightly in an effort to obscure it. He readjusted his hold on his crossbow. “Gon shoot tha botha ya.”

“Ay, ay! Jus’ sayin’. Rick scrapped the beard and… maybe you'll finally get some play too,” She winked, followed by a lighthearted snicker.

Daryl groaned again and rolled his eyes, beginning to walk off, but caught your gaze for just a second.

It's not that he didn't want to cut his hair - he didn't care about it – but he wasn't really allowed to either way. There was one major, sexy, moaning reason he didn't cut his hair.

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“Oh, god, Daryl! Fuck! Don't stop… god don't stop,” You cried out, hands clutching his shoulders as your nails began to dig into his flesh. His grip on your hips was bruising, keeping you steady as he pounded up into you at a relentless pace. That grip was the sole thing grounding you in the reality of the present moment.

“Ain't gon stop,” He affirmed, voice gravelly. You moaned wildly, head weakly falling to his chest with exacerbated breaths, his own heaving against your temple. He leaned closer when he could, harshly sucking at your clavicle and boobs, leaving behind a litter of hickeys and little bites that colored you in reds and purples.

The springs of the bed beneath you sounded like they were gonna fold in on themselves, headboard sporadically banging against the wall as Daryl shifted down a little to hit into you at an angle, your clit brushing against him with each thrust. Your back arched overtop of him, shoving his dick into your belly.

“Baby, please… fhuuuckkkk.” You couldn't even think, every thought consumed by the feeling of him. The way he just destroyed you like it's an art he'd mastered, tip brushing against every sweet and sensitive spot inside you, walls desperately trying to cling on, balls hitting up against you, clit grinding on him, slickness coating his pelvis and your inner thighs, his clutch on you just so fucking strong.

You pulled yourself together, lifting your head to see him. His long hair was dark and dampened with sweat, matting up as it stuck to his forehead, obscuring part of his vision. But he was too focused on using you to fix it, didn't dare to remove his hands unless God willed him to.

You moved up, swiping it away, and his blue eyes instantly connected with yours, pupils blown with lust. He (somehow) sped up, starting to slam your hips up and down to meet him instead of just keeping them stationary, now just beating your cunt.

“Tha's it girl. Jus’ keep takin’ me good like tha’.”

His words made you shiver, and you partially fell forward again, nestling your face beside his and snaking an arm behind his head. Your fingers weaved through his messy hair, tangling at the scalp, then tugging harshly as another wave of pleasure ripped through you.

And he whined. There it is. His breathy gasps and grunts mingled with strained whines, and whimpers, as you pulled tighter and tighter at the roots of his locks. His face contorted, eyes nearly squeezing shut, that one vein bulging from his neck, directly on the verge of so much.

“Daryl… inside.., Dar-” You panted, cut off as everything went white and you hit your peak. Your whole body felt electrified, tensing, twitching, walls spasming, toes curling and claws clinging to his frame.

Daryl tipped over the edge almost immediately after, having just been waiting for you to cum first. He desperately pumped into you a few more times, before curving up once more and simultaneously ramming you down as he came deep in you, the warmth of his release spreading through your core, and he threw his head back with ragged breaths.

You were both left a sweaty mess, gasping for oxygen, feeling full and satisfied. Your muscles couldn't keep you up, and you collapsed onto him, loosening your hold at his scalp, his hold on your hips doing the same.

He recovered a bit quicker than you, bringing a hand up and brushing your own messy hair away the second he had the energy to do so.

“Ya alrigh’, sunshine?” He asked between hitches, hoping he hadn't been too rough. He soothingly rubbed his palm over the curve of your body where bruises were sure to form.

You nodded faintly, moving your head so you could breathe better, and you could feel him relax beneath you from the reassurance. He held you tenderly for a while, giving you time to regain your composure. Your eyes were closed in bliss. Few things beat the feeling of Daryl under you, rising and falling with his torso, hearing his low humming as he steadied himself – his softening cock still buried deep inside you, cum ever so surely beginning to dribble down.

You lazily remained in his arms, not wanting to deal with getting up, or the shower you two definitely needed. You took a strand of his hair, affectionately curling it around your finger like a tendril, then letting it go and repeating.

“Ya actually want me tah cut ma hair?” He eventually asked, thinking back to your light mocking from earlier, how you'd laughed as Michonne layered it on. It didn't matter much to him, he'd do whatever pleased you.

“Fuck no. Was just messin’ with you, Dixon,” You replied, kissing the skin of his collarbone right below you, and moving up to find his lips. “You know I like it long.”

The long hair suited him, he looked good with it. You loved to wash and play with it, brush and braid it while he laid in your lap. But mainly, it was easy to grab at, pull on – and close to nothing in existence sounded better than those whines and whimpers every time you did so.

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[emodarylss]

His face looks so soft . I could just kiss him a hundred times

[thewalkingdilf]

people that want to be manhandled by these arms are sick…. *coughs*

[love-norman]

This scene right here has my heart. The way he was acting all casual and even making jokes?!?! Being sarcastic!!!! The way he was sitting there??? The slight grin when he turned his head to the side?!?!?!?!??!? This man has me in his hands and I never even met him 🫡

[ladymacbeth-writes-sometimes]

I want that job

[only-if-these-wings-could-fly]

10 years of Coda and like every year I can't stop remembering this Norman Reedus video. He has always remembered Beth over the years and that is something I am very grateful for. He, like us, suffered and cried for Beth's death.🤧😭❤️

[negansbestie]

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Scud knows the second you find out he took your dildo that he’s in so much trouble, he can almost see the burning look in your eyes but that doesn’t matter now. What matters now is that he has it, and he’s alone. He made sure that the walkie was one hundred percent off, cause god forbid everyone on the channel hear him not doing his assignment.

It always made Scud feel so flithy whenever he started to undo his pants, dropping them down around his ankles. At first he couldn’t get the thing to stick, maybe not because it was a fabric fucking chair, so he huffed. There was a half crush box in the corner, Scud snatching it up and ripping it open, placing it flat on the seat. This time, the dildo stuck, and Scud squeezed a shit ton of lube out. You’d be mad about that too, but that didn’t even matter, not with the way Scud easily slipped down the entire cock without even trying, gripping the small table in front of him for balance.

It was the deepest he had ever had a dick inside him, so deep Scud swore that part of it was in his stomach. He lifted himself up and slid back down, little to no resistance anywhere. Scud didn’t waste any time before he was already loudly groaning and shaking the van, bouncing quickly as each thrust hit a sensitive nerve he didn’t even know was there. He grips the edge of the table tightly with one hand, the other wrapping around his tender cock and tearing a cry from his throat, squeezing around his leaky tip.

He could hear your voice in his head, scoffing at him and looking down on him for being such a “dirty little fucking whore.” Oh he wanted to hear your voice so badly, whimpering as he quickened his pace, wet slapping sounding in the small van from where Scud almost dripped lube from his ass, rolling down and smearing across his nuts. He could imagine the way you point it out to him, asking “can you hear how fucking wet you are for me? so eager and ready for me?” God yes, he could hear all of it, almost downright taste it.

His orgasm was burning hot in his gut, and all he could think about was how fucking amazing he felt. He knows better then to go behind your back, and it makes him feel like such a slut when he thinks about how much that just turns him on. His hand speeds up as he continues to jerk himself, whining and stuttering out curses as each jabs to his insides combined with the harsh stroke of his hand, Scud absolutely falls apart. “Fuuck! Oh God yes- fuck, fucking fuck me” He sobs, hips sputtering as he cums everywhere, head thrown back and stull feverishly moving his hand, sloppily bouncing on the dildo.

His ears were ringing, his chest expanded with every heavy pant, and his legs trembled from where they had been totally overworked, thigh muscles tense and straining. Scud almost passed out in the chair, his entire body going limp after a blinding orgasm.

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yes I am very obsessed with Scud yes I did change my blog theme to him and so what he’s my perfect innocent little baby boy he wouldn’t even hurt a fly hes scared of them he would never and could never do any type of wrong in his whole life he’s just my little sassy stoner whatever he’s being accused of I can 1000% guarantee you that he had literally nothing to do with it your honor he wasnt even there

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[ssvnriseya]

HIS REASON (D.D)

summary - you went on a run with daryl and there was things that got discovered.

warnings: angst/slight fluff, mention of merle's death, mention of sophia's death, mean!daryl, intended lowercase.

note: okay, so this is my first time writing angst. i don't know if it will make you cry! i'm still practicing. :)

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"dumb idiot." you murmured at daryl and then frowned at him, he kept his serious face on and continued walking beside you on the road.

you both had been assigned by rick to go on a supply run down things like clothes or toys that the kids at the prison might need.

you didn't expect to be partnered with daryl, considering you both like to be in an argument every now and then. you almost begged rick to switch daryl with michonne or sasha. he rejected you saying michonne was busy looking for the governor and sasha was busy with fence duty.

he also said something along with "you both need this, to get used to being on runs together. you can't bicker forever like an old married couple. maybe you might even get along after this run."

you ignored him after that, muttering things like "it's that old jerk's fault. never really did anything to him.'' and "he's the old lady who's always on periods!"

you and daryl always fought. you didn't know where it even went wrong. you and daryl were close back to the start of atlanta, but when he lost his dick of a brother, he went crazy. he snapped at you to the point of ruining the friendship you had.

you did everything to try and patch things up with him, you went to his room and cdc and tried to talk to him in his drunken state, you went to comfort him when he got shot by andrea in the head, you took his side every time shane gets cranky like a grumpy grandpa, you stated by his side when he was so disappointed in himself when you all found sophia at the barn, you comforted him when merle died.

but all you ever did seemed to make him hate and loathe you even more, he got angrier to the point of snapping in front of everyone.

"why can't you just mind your own business, woman?!"

he shouted and then everyone at the atlanta group, who's eating stopped. you did what he said, you tried to mind your own business but you still can't help but worry for him whenever he goes on runs or risks his life.

you tried to avoid him the best you can, you didn't snoop your nose into his life.

"‘ere." daryl spoke up snapping you out of your thoughts. you walked by him and didn't cast a glance at him, you entered the store without much say and tip-toed through the room.

you spotted different clothes and went near it. you examined it if there were any holes and picked everything left, shoving it in your duffel bags.

you left the bags on the floor for a moment and explored the store, going through the toys section, you smiled as you held up baby stuff for judith. it has been your dream to have kids, but under health circumstances, you can't.

you shoved the rattle on your backpack and picked up car toys for carl and patrick, and dolls for the other girls. your smile dropped when you looked at the baby clothes, you sighed sadly and picked up a few dresses and leggings for judith.

what you didn't know was daryl saw the way you smiled when you saw the toy and the way your smile faltered when you saw the baby clothes.

"what you got?" you asked daryl when you saw him by the food section. he shrugged and gestured to the bags that were filled with can foods.

"that's amazing, the kids will be happy." you smiled for a second then dropped it, clearing your throat. you walked away from him and went to the gadget aisle.

you picked up a few cameras and films for glenn, he loved taking pictures of maggie and her ring. you were happy for them yet envied their love. you saw a few comics and took the rest off the shelves, you went back for your other bags and took it.

you went to the exit and waited by the sliding door, you stood there for a few minutes before daryl came out with his bags.

"daryl, are you done?" you asked him and walked ahead of him, to the car with dust to make it look abandoned when someone goes on runs.

you opened the trunk and carefully placed the bags inside it, daryl following your movements. "ye' the food aisle only got a few, took it and packed it in ma' bag." he nodded and closed the trunk.

you nodded and went to the passenger's seat, taking a seat. daryl followed but to the driver's seat, he soon started the car and drove the way home.

about a half hour to the drive the car came to a stop slowly with a loud sound, the engine sputtered and smoke came out.

you went out of the car and inspected it with daryl, "the hell, i thought this car was fine... rick said it was." you groaned.

"it jus' needs a new battery, then it'll be fine." he spoke and you nodded. "never trust what rick says, you trust him so easily."

he frowned at you and your mouth gaped open with shock, "excuse me? what? are you saying that we can't trust ricky dicky?" you stared at him in disbelief.

"what? he might have planned this with glenn and maggie! for all i know you could be on this too." he accused you.

"me?! what do i hav— what maggie, glenn, rick and i have to do with this?!" you hissed at him in frustration.

"to get the 'get along with daryl' plan successfully! isn't that what you desperately wanted?! snooping into my business every now and then!" he shouted.

"i'm not that desperate to get along with you to get us stranded here! you're a jerk, a fucking big dick!" you glared at him.

"you begged me f' months to be friends with ye' again, what am i supposed to think?!" he was turning red.

"shut the fuck up. i don't know who the fuck you think you are to make it seem i am so obsessed with you! you pushed me away without saying anything! y–you abandoned me, you always yell at me when you know damn well i hated being yell at..." your voice broke and tears filled your eyes.

he stayed silent and stared at you. shifting his weight from one foot to another.

"i never get to know what i did wrong, dare... i–i stay awake every night an–and wonder what i did wrong for you to hate me so fucking much." you ranted.

"you did nothing, 't was jus' me." he looked down at the ground, you laughed painfully.

"that's supposed to make me feel better? i can't look at rick without thinking of what he did to him... y–you forgave him with that big of a sin to you, yet me? i'm the one who did nothing wrong to you! a–and yet you can't even look at me in the eyes without snapping." you admitted.

"‘m sorry." he looked into your eyes and you can see the pain, confusion and anger in them.

"that's not supposed to fix things, dixon..." you shook your head and went to inspect the other cars on the road for battery.

"look... you don't understand." he followed after you, you pulled half your body out of the car's window and looked at him with an expecting gaze.

"then make me understand, dixon. 'cause like you fucking said, i don't understand." you challenged him.

"if you knew, you might hate me." he furrowed his eyebrows at you, you scoffed and walked away from him.

"just tell me. it's not that hard." you muttered as you checked the trunk of the car. you found a couple of rubbish piles and went through it, daryl right beside you in an instant.

"i can't." he whispered in an almost pained voice, your heart ached and you frowned at him, he was looking down and sadness was obvious on his face.

"you can't or you won't?" you asked with a chuckle. you looked at him once again and saw he was biting his nails, indicating that he was nervous.

"fuck, don't make this hard for me." he spoke in a shaky voice.

"it's not just hard for you, don't you think it's hard for me too?" you asked, offended that he only referred to himself.

"did you fucking spent a year chasing for a man who hates you?" you asked and he stayed silent, you nodded. "like what i thought."

"i don't hate you..." he said and leaned on the side of the car, he looked at you with an intense gaze that made your stomach flutter.

"really? well, you act like it." you scoffed once again and walked away from him, you went to a few other cars without daryl following you, he was just on that same car.

he was zoned out and seemed to be in deep thought, if you didn't know better you might think he will cry. but no, that man is strong and brave.

you went back with 2 batteries, not knowing if they work. you shoved it to his chest and he stumbled back, making you almost feel bad.

"there, check if it works. and if it does, then thank the heavens above 'cause you get to come home and not stay here much longer." you ranted.

you rolled your eyes at him and walked away, going towards where your car is parked, you waited by the side and watched him slowly walk towards you.

"i've got feelings f' ye'. that's why i avoided you." he spoke in a loud voice making you halt in your footsteps to get away from him when he went by your side.

"w–what?" you asked, not believing him. it might just be his excuse for you to not hate him or something.

"i thought it will jus' slow m' down and make m' weaker." you stared at his dixon's blue, there was genuineness in his eyes.

"i..." you were speechless and didn't know what to say, the man you thought hated you, just confessed his feelings for you.

"it didn't fade. it made m' weaker somehow. i realized i need you back in m' life but it was too late." he admitted, a smile on his face. "feels good to take the weight off ma' shoulder."

"are you serious?" you asked him with concerned eyes. he might be lying and is just playing with your feelings.

"how about, let's start over?" he suggested and smiled warmly at you, a rare emotion from him nowadays.

"o–okay." you nodded, still flustered by his confession. you smiled at him, there's still doubt inside you but you were willing to start over with daryl dixon: the last man standing.

you will forgive him for those months, almost a year, that he treated you bad. but you still will try to forget the pain he caused you with the new memories you might be able to make.

"turns out, rick is right..." you muttered with a silly smile, disbelief in your face that rick was right, only a few hours ago if you were told that you and daryl will get along well again, you might have laughed your ass off.

"i'm daryl dixon." he smiled and held out his hands for you to shake his, you smiled and felt as if your stomach was filled with butterflies. you felt warm and accepted his hands, saying your name.

and it's the start of a new story.

[nostalgicmania]

BTW Norman's partner is so fineeeee

Like they seriously have to be real careful of one another assholes gon try and take em

MILF AND DILF

[just-an0ther-wh0re]

idk if its just my period but I have been so. ravenously. horny. it isnt even funny how many times ive looked at a photo of norm and immediately zoomed in on his dick in a rush of raging horniness.

[corvidcrossbow]

Do y'all also think Daryl has a thing for hip bones?

Like obviously he is obsessed with your hips, loves to smoothe the rough palms of his hands over them, squeeze and knead the flesh, hold you against him by them and just angle them around.

But specifically the bone too – hip and pelvis. Pressing further into you to trace the curved outline on either side of your body.

Sometimes you'll be in bed or cuddling somewhere and he'll just reach to feel it like it's a worry-stone, gently pushing into the fleshiness beside it then rubbing against it.

And he loves to trace it with his tongue, usually as he's working kisses and licks down your body before going down on you

Is this me projecting? Idk probably I just think the feeling of the pubis & ilium is nice?? 😭 Daryl's obsessed with every single part of you anyway so

(I'm probably going crazy)

Okay but like here, hip bones

(V-lines too but obviously those are slightly different since thats formed by the connection of muscles)

[emodarylss]

Cowboy Daryl is real????

[thewalkingdilf]

need him SO BAD RAHHHHH

[love-norman]

I JUST FOUND THIS GIF ON HERE HELP MEEEE OMG I CANT BREATH EXCUSE ME SIR WHERES YOUR SHIRT DONT DARE TO PUT IT ON AGAIN???!?!?!?!?!?!

[ladymacbeth-writes-sometimes]

I identify as a cat

Meow