#thiccy necks forever

[kaizokuserenity]

The river was so nice and gentle sunshine made the evening lovely 💫☀️🥰

[darylspissslit]

Hi just something short and sweet cause I was bored 😅. Also there is very brief mention of thick thighs for my fellow thiccies Gif credits to @daryl-dixon-daydreams

It was a rainy day, a constant drizzle, grey skies, dark clouds, the sun occasionally bathing the small community of Alexandria in it’s warm rays as it peeked through the heavy clouds.

You loved the rain. Loved it’s smell and the relaxing sound. The fireplace lit and a record player spinning some old tunes you decided to spend the day baking. The blueberries had grown more than was needed for the season so you figured you’d use them. Window open the sound of the rain complimented the soft music tossing the ingredients together you swayed back and forth to the music.

Even though it was raining Daryl felt the need to go out and find something to do. There was always something that needed done. So in the garage he was tinkering with his bike. Hands covered in grease, bike pieces scattered around the work bench. He stood from his spot next to the bike and wiped his hands on his old red bandana. Walking inside he stopped at the doorway of the kitchen and smiled.

You were singing along to the song coming from the record player, a wooden spatula acting as a microphone and Daryl as your audience. You beckoned him to you smiling with a come hither look. He playfully rolled his eyes and sauntered over to you wrapping his arms around your waist with a goofy smile reserved only for you. Setting the spatula down you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned up on your tiptoes giggling as you kissed him softly.

Swaying back and forth gently you danced for what seemed like forever. *RING* the kitchen timer went off scaring you both making you jump back from each other. Laughing you turn the timer off and grab the oven mitts to take out the pie.

“I knew somethin smelled amazin” Daryl said in his low southern drawl as he reached for the pie. Slapping his hand away you giggle “no pie for you until you wash up” you wink. Daryl smirks and bites his lip “alrigh but you’re washing up with me” he says cheekily as he picks you up by your waist and you wrap your thick thighs around his waist laughing as he carries you down the hall to the shower.