#twd

[japanesecandy]

this is sickkkk

The Walking Dead -> Comic Issue #83 (11/??)

[darlingshane]

jfc. the way this man kisses.

[charitydingle]

The Walking Dead 1.06 “TS-19”

[carlsangel]

CARL GRIMES HEADCANONS (pt. 4)

( MODERN AU! for any general reader, takes place in the 2010s if he was in highschool…guys idk save me.)

tags: nsfw mention (no details), fluff?

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✦first of all, you’d meet later in highschool , probably senior year, so initially you two had some shared class together, you’d definitely both be really good at it as well, probably an english or math class. he’s quite smart because he was always sort of raised to prioritize things well, mostly because he knew he’d have time for his interests once he was done.

✦that being said, he’d definitely finish his work early and pull out a gameboy and just play on it till the class was over but you definitely took notice and sort of bonded with him over it. formed some inside jokes etc. you’d see notice him around school a lot more often after that and made a point to start to hang around him and he definitely did the same because he does that with people he has a liking to.

✦hed start inviting you over after school to hang out and each time he did this it started with playing on some console he had so he could show you how to play his favorite games so you could play with him. as time goes on and the two of you got closer, you’d end up starting to develop feelings and you’d have your first kiss on one of these occasions.

✦you’d start dating and you became a regular at the Grimes residence, his mom obviously would adore you and his father wouldn’t see you till dinner but you still bonded with him over simple things.

✦ highschool for carl became to be more about you and less about the academics. he still was really good at school but you were pretty much the only reason he went. he went to school events only if you went and if you didn’t he didn’t see the point in going. that basically means if the event isn’t more fun than making out with you on his bed (which it never is), he wasn’t going.

✦ anywayyyy a lot of the time your days looked like this: you’d meet carl at his house in the morning and you’d go to school together after having a breakfast Lori prepared for you. after that you’d just go to school and suffer through your classes until you got to meet carl and eat with him in the library for lunch. then you’d go through a couple more classes, some you’d share with him which made it go by quicker. finally after school you’d walk to the store nearby the school.

✦at the store you’d get some snacks like chips and chocolate bars, occasionally a comic if you could find them, it honestly depends on the day. you’d walk home eating your candy which you’d regret when you got home since you felt you should’ve saved it. you then get home and sit in carls room on the floor and watch whatever game he plays, rotating the controller back and forth.

✦once you had enough of that and felt it was time to relieve some tension, you’d probably fool around. Whether you made out or possibly had sex depending on the day, you’d do it rather quickly because you knew what time Lori would be home and you wanted to fit something in before she’d gotten there. you’d cuddle for a bit and let me tell you that guy is obsessed with breaking bad. so you’d watch that for a bit before Lori got home and began making dinner.

✦at that point you’d just sit at the counter with him while his mom cooked, just to chat about your guys’ days and do homework simultaneously. after dinner you’d return home. some days you’ll go to your house though which tended to be a bit different.

✦at your house, after coming home from school you’d nap immediately but that’s because carl is obsessed with your bed. it’s extremely comfortable to him and he can’t resist falling asleep in it. you never got the hype since you sleep in it every night so you’d sit there and comb your fingers through his long hair till you fell asleep as well. at some point at your house he’d mess around with your animals.

✦he’d also mess with your trinkets, he loves your trinkets which he also loves to give you. a lot of your trinkets on your shelves are from him since he gets you them for fun or for special occasions.

✦also i forgot to mention you’re like one of his only close friends, he definitely has like one or two super close friends but you’re like a bestfriend and a partner at the same time so you’re like who he spends time with most. that being said he doesn’t really interact with people much at school or outside of it if he’s with you. he’s very nice and sorta known since his dads the sheriff but still he’s sort of reserved sometimes but also not?

a/n: so so sorry for my absence, i thought id write some hcs and throw them at you because why not!!!! okay i love you guys so much and i hope to write some more soon. BYEEE I LOVE YOU!!!

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[trashandthangs]

Fuck

daryl dixon can NAAWTT take a blowjob. bro tears up a little

god forbid he looks down at you

oh ABSOLUTELY not.

the first time he saw you on your knees for him, he thought he was gonna cum right then and there before you even started.

i feel like he’d be pretty sensitive as is, so having you in a position like that— your sole focus on pleasuring him, and him alone— would KILL him. he’d have a fistful of your hair in his hand to keep himself grounded, and he’d be practically panting over how amazing your warm, velvety mouth felt around him.

he’d tilt his head back, staring up at the ceiling absentmindedly, or squeeze his eyes shut in an attempt to avoid direct eye contact with you because he’s convinced that he wouldn’t be able to last if he saw you down there; one glimpse of your lips stretched around his girth, taking him as deeply as you could? he’d be completely done for.

i think he’d definitely get a little eager at one point and start to fuck your throat a bit, maybe you just hit one spot that made him react with a little snap of his hips. you’d gag from him hitting the back of your throat without warning, and only then would he look down— mainly out of concern because he realized he was practically choking you out with his cock for a minute there— and boy did he immediately wish he didn’t look.

the view of your now watering eyes staring up right into his own, the hot tears beginning to stream down your flushed cheeks, and the glistening streams of drool dripping down the corners of your lips and off your chin was enough to do him in.

the absolute raw, pathetic whine that would escape his lips (that would most likely embarrass the fuck out of him) as his cock twitched in your mouth, right before letting his warm seed spill down your throat would be enough to make you dizzy.

[etclouie]

together in one

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — summary; separating yourself from the group and finding yourself tucked away in Daryl’s tent, but things get heated (Daryl Dixon x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — setting; farm era 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — warnings; not full on smut, minors do not interact!!!, dry humping, daryl cums in his pants, mutual pinning, kinda subby!daryl, reader + daryl are both outsiders in the group, that’s it really

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — word count; 959

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — a/n; working through some of my own ideas the now before i write reqs, just cause of my 600 event

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you’d been feeling different in comparison to the group lately, pushing yourself away and growing closer to the group’s other outsider; Daryl. 

both of you grew closer after what happened at the CDC, finding comfort in the others silence. 

but when Daryl upped and moved his tent far away from everyone else, it caused a little rift between the both of you. 

so when you stalked up to his tent, you had the intention of talking things out between the both of you, but when you seen him sprawled out on his cot it had your words turning to mush. 

Daryl leaned back on his elbows, one of his eyebrows raised in questioning while something akin to a smirk toyed at his lips. 

“you’ve been out here yourself for a bit, wanted to check up on you”

you broke the silence, a welcomed change to the empty and quietness of his tent. 

he huffed, lip curling at the corner before he nodded. his own little way of saying it was okay to stay. 

“am fine..”

he told as you sat at the end of his cot, letting your eyes flicker up his body until they met his. 

the thing with Daryl was that he’d only let you in, so when he caught the way your eyes flickered across his body it caused a pool of warmth inside him. 

he gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing before he grunted. you seen the way his hips shifted, quickly averting your gaze as he spoke. 

“need y’r hand”

the request was upfront, and unlike him usually. but it piqued your interest. 

tilting your head back to him, eyes falling to the bulge straining in his jeans while heat shot through your body. 

“only feel like this ‘bout you”

when your eyes met his again, the sincerity was prominent. his pupils were blown wide, a mix of his sincerity and the lust he had for you. 

you couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped past your lips before you crawled into his lap, a whine falling from his lips at the feeling of you on top of him. 

“like this baby?”

you asked softly, the pet name making his head fall back and his eyes screw shut. you leaned in, capturing his lips with yours before you started to slowly roll your hips against his. 

hearing his breath hitch, both of his hands moving to grab your hips as his cock throbbed in the confines of his pants. 

his desperation fuelled something inside you, his willingness for you to take charge causing your panties to dampen with your arousal. 

continuing to roll your hips against his, lips pressing to his again in a desperate row of kisses. nipping at his bottom lip and a whine toppling from his lips again, his hands squeezed at your hips as his hips rocked up against you. 

the whole scene was desperate, heady breathing and needy grinding. 

with each pass of your hips, his cock throbbed with need. aching against the zipper of his jeans, desperate for release.

Daryl had never felt like this with someone before, had never had his climax build so quickly. but god, did you make his head fuzzy with want. 

“oh fuck—“

he cursed, back arching up off of the cot as his head threw itself back. your lips curved into another smirk, watching him amused as you gave another roll of your hips. 

he whined again, before his whines turned to whimpers. his hips canted up against you, his bulge pressing just right against your centre and causing the coil in his belly to wind impossibly tighter. 

you could sense that he was teetering on the edge, could feel the insistent throb of his cock through both of your jeans as his hands pawed desperately at your hips. 

leaning in you kissed him again, teeth nipping at his bottom lip before you whispered out to him. 

“yeah bubs?”

something akin to a growl left him, your tone was teasing despite the softness that you spoke with. 

his hips bucked up against you, in a frenzied pace that confirmed every suspicion on his impending release. 

with a couple more rolls of your hips, and another kiss to his lips he was toppling over the edge with a strangled groan. 

smirking against his lips as his hips bucked again, feeling him twitch through both sets of your jeans as he spilled his release into the denim. 

the pool of arousal in his belly quickly replaced with embarrassment, everything in his post high glaze screamed at him for finishing like that. 

“hey don’t be embarrassed, that was hot”

you reassured him, hands soothing across his chest. he lay back against the cot with a sigh, eyes flicking between your face and the roof of his tent. 

his grip on your hips softened, thumbs drawing absentminded shapes across your denim clad skin before he grumbled out. 

“never done tha’ a’fore”

his accent thickened, despite the remnants of embarrassment in his tone you could hear the pleased, blissed out part of him. 

appreciating the warmth that spread through him at the pleasure you’d just given him, god he wouldn’t be able to live without you now. 

“well, it was really hot”

you repeated, catching his lips again before laying against his chest. head laying on his shoulder, feeling him glance down at you before a breath passed his lips. 

his right hand moved from your hip to run across your back, fingers trailing the length of your spine as he spoke. 

“don’ feel hot, feels sticky ‘nd messy”

that pulled a laugh from you, shaking your head before pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw and then whispering in his ear. 

“a hot sticky mess”

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[artgroves]

Miles Behind Us , an AU where Sophia gets to grow up ❤️‍🩹

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[janiehellion]

7 years since that post and I'm still trying to process that arm porn. Almost 15 years of being feral for Daryl Dixon. No regrets. No recovery. It's a dedicated lifestyle since 2010, but thanks for the reminder, 2018.

Every single day my mind is filled with inappropriate thoughts about him.

[thevegandarkelf]

Y/N: We got—

Y/N, waving to Carl: Daddy issues!

Y/N, about Daryl: Daddy issues!

Y/N, pointing to Negan: Chaos junkie!

Y/N, gesturing to Lydia: Mommy issues!

Y/N, referring to Judith: More daddy issues!

Y/N, waving in Spencer's direction: Obnoxious asshole issues!

Y/N, pointing at Aaron walking down the path: Then you—

Aaron: *startled, nearly drops what he's carrying*

Y/N: …you seem kinda weirdly...self-actualized, as far as I can tell.

That one audio from 'The Umbrella Academy' that was all over Tiktok ages ago

General taglist: @raddydaddydude @lovenormandixon @angeldemoncrowley @negansbestie @holdmytesseract @dixons-sunshine

GIF by me

[daryl-and-carol-oh-my]

The Walking Dead; Still

[thegeorgiahuntsman]

Daryl Dixon in Every Episode - Infected (S04E02)

[holdmytesseract]

Eeeeep! I absolutely LOVE this! 😍 Their dynamic is just *chef's kiss*! 😍

Silent Bonds: Chapter One.

Word Count: 2.5k

Daryl Dixon x Reader

(trying my best to be inclusive)

Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of gore, fighting, nothing too serious for this chapter I’m 99% sure)

(I just wanna say thank you all so much for all the support, I hope you enjoy the first chapter of the series, I really liked this one! I’m aware I skipped some stuff, I was really tired writing this so I apologize if its not as good, this is my first written series)

When the world went to shit, you were in your apartment sleeping; yeah, you were asleep while the apocalypse was starting. How ironic, right? You woke up to the sounds of your neighbor screaming, only for you to run out and see his wife, dead but alive, eating him alive in the hallway of your apartment complex. What the fuck kind of nightmare were you in? Oh wait- you weren’t dreaming, this was real, and shit was just getting started.

Atlanta, Georgia. The hot air, the busy people, you didn’t hate it, nor did you love it; you grew up on the nice side of the city, at least. Decent people, you had a decent education, a few friends who didn't bother calling you back most of the time but that's alright. You had Daryl anyway. Who was Daryl? Your friend, well, that's what you thought of him to be anyway; the fucker wouldn’t even speak to you most of the time, but you knew the two of you were close without having to talk all the time; your actions proved enough throughout the years.

How did you meet Daryl? A pretty shitty memory, but him and his brother, Merle, beat the crap out of some boys who were bothering you after school; he didn’t go to your school, he was a little older, in fact, and he lived in the shittier side of the city. Simple as that, right? Wrong. Daryl Dixon was the most complicated, stubborn, and annoying person you’ve ever met. He’d take you with him on his hunting trips, but if you even breathed wrong, he’d leave your ass in the middle of nowhere. You had no idea why you were friends with this guy, but you couldn’t stay away from him.

That's why you’re out now, walking around the city you once called home; it looked like hell now, filled with the dead, blood, and guts, packed cars just left out in the open. You felt alone without him, which is why you were looking for him and praying for his safety in this world that it had become within mere hours.

You managed to make it out of the street and into the woods, trudging along the dirt's imaginary path, letting it take you wherever it felt like it. You walked up a hill, peering through the trees as you heard some people talking. Your eyes met a group of people near a quarry. Stepping out from behind the trees, you decided you would confront the group, making sure to slip your crossbow over your shoulder before approaching their camp.

“Uh..Hello?” you called out as their heads snapped in your direction. Your hand raised to shield your eyes from the sun, you looked at them and stopped in your tracks. “I don’t mean no harm; I’m just looking for someone—wondering if you’ve seen a..” you paused. Looking around, you saw a few kids, men and women, doing the laundry, talking.

“He’s a tall guy with a real pissy attitude and has a crossbow, like this one,” you continued as you gestured to the crossbow on your back. However, by the looks they were giving you, they had no clue who you were talking about.

After conversing with a few group members, you’d convinced them to let you stay and set up a tent near the others. Once you settled, you decided to rest for a while, sighing softly and sitting on your sleeping bag as you looked down at your crossbow, fiddling with the string before you laid down and decided to get some rest.

A few weeks passed as you got to know some more of the people in the group: Carol, Ed, and their daughter, Sophia; Lori and her husband, who had recently found his way to the camp with the help of Glenn; their son, Carl; and the rest of the group.

You enjoyed Glenn’s company and his jokes. He always shared his candy bars with you after dinner, which you appreciated. Carol was a sweet older woman who gave you some new clothes and taught you how to do the laundry in the water since there were no washing machines. Her daughter Sophia was the sweetest, always playing with your hair or following you around.

The same with Carl. When you weren't so busy, the three of you would play tag or hide-and-seek around the camp. You’d also help them with their school work so Lori and Carol didn't have to stop what they were doing.

You were folding your clothes in the RV once you finished with everyone else's before you heard Carl yelling for his mother, your head perking up as he sounded frightened. You grabbed your crossbow and rushed out of the RV, following behind Rick, Shane, Lori, Dale, and a few others before Carl came running and whining into his mother's arms. You let out a breath of relief as you saw that he was okay before bringing Lori and Carl back to the RV to calm down as the men dealt with the Geek situation.

Lori gave him some water and sat next to him as she rubbed his back, waiting for him to calm down. After making sure both of them were okay, you went back to folding your clothes. After a while, you heard Rick, Shane, and the rest coming back. You picked up your clothes and stepped out of the RV with a sigh, about to ask if they were alright before you heard a familiar voice.

“Merle! Get ya’ ugly ass out here! Got us some squirrel!” a man shouted, his voice all too familiar. Your eyes darted to the man as he set his stuff near the campfire. “Let's stew ‘em up,” he continued before turning around and walking to the RV, immediately noticing you as he stopped.

You felt the air leave your chest as you dropped your clothes on the plush grass beneath your feet, staring at the man while your eyes widened. Were you dreaming, or was he actually standing right in front of you?

“Daryl...?” you breathed out, and before you knew it, you pulled your crossbow off your shoulder and dropped it to the ground before rushing over to him and wrapping your arms around him. You let out a small breathy laugh as you hugged him tightly, taking in his familiar scent and warmth as you held him.

Daryl let out a small grunt as your body collided with his, his hands grasping your waist as he held you loosely. “Y/N?? The hell’re ya doin’ here..?” he spoke before letting go of you and stepping back to look at you, his hard expression never leaving your happy one. However, his eyes held a slight softness at the fact you were safe.

“I found this place while I was out looking for you- Daryl, oh my god, I’m so glad you’re okay, you asshole, you had me worried!” you smacked his chest, which he immediately responded with a grunt.

“Damnit, ya’ know I’m fine. I can take care of myself..” he grumbled before giving you one last glance and looking away with a scoff. “Where’s Merle? Tell ’em to get his stupid ass out ‘ere,” he muttered as he looked around.

“Merle?..what’re you talkin’ about, Daryl? He hasn't been here..” you asked, confused as you looked up at him. “I figured he’d be with you,” you continued.

Daryl looked at you quietly as you mentioned his brother wasn't here. Shane came up behind the two of you as he cleared his throat. “Daryl, there's something I gotta talk to you about,” he spoke as he rubbed his chin. “There was a problem in Altana.” He glanced at you before his eyes landed on Daryl.

Daryl kept quiet a moment longer as he looked around as everyone started staring at him, he was shifted on his feet. “Is he dead?” he asked, looking over at Shane, his eyebrows furrowing. Your hand came up to rest on his arm as you looked at Shane, worried.

Shane looked at him as he let out a small breath. “We’re not sure..” he muttered as he bit his lip. Daryl let out a small scoff as he grew irritated, quickly responding after Shane had finished.

“He either is or he ain't!” Daryl shrugged your hand away and took a few steps around Shane as he looked at him, his eyes narrowing. Rick stepped in as he spoke up. “There's no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it.” he walked up to Daryl as he looked at him.

“Who’re you?” Daryl scoffed as he turned to look at Rick, anger starting to show on his face as he stared at Rick, waiting for him to continue. Rick looked at Daryl, seeing the frustration on his face. “Rick Grimes,” he admitted.

“Rick Grimes, you got somethin’ you wanna tell me?” Daryl stepped closer to him. Rick spoke up before Daryl could continue. “Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof and hooked him to a piece of metal. He’s still there,” he confessed.

Daryl turned away and let out a small breath as he rubbed his nose. “Hol’ on, lem’me process this..” he turned back to face him before continuing. “You handcuffed my brother to a roof, and you left him there!?” he shouted, stepping closer to Rick once more.

Rick kept quiet for a few moments before responding. “Yeah..” he muttered, looking away, his expression complex.

Your eyes widened at what you heard; they handcuffed Merle down with Geeks walking around?! You saw Daryl's face as his lips turned into an angry frown before he threw the squirrels off his back at Rick and darted at him, only to get tackled by Shane.

“Daryl!” you gasped as you stepped closer to them, rushing over to him and quickly helping him up; he pulled away and took out his knife before slashing it at Rick. Shane came up behind Daryl and put him in a chokehold. “You’d best let me go!” Daryl grunted as he breathed heavily into Shane’s arms. “Choke holdin’s Illegal!”

The three of them had a small discussion before Shane let go of Daryl. Once they had finished the discussion, Daryl almost choked up but held it back. Lori had practically told Rick that he was gonna show Daryl where they had handcuffed Merle, and Rick reluctantly agreed with his wife.

You grasped Daryl’s arms as they finished talking, looking up at him worried. “Daryl, are you okay?” you asked as he looked down at you annoyed and pent up. “Come on, just relax, okay? Rest for a bit before you go.” You ignored his scowl before picking up your clothes and your crossbow and pulling him along to your tent, sitting him inside as you put your stuff down.

Daryl sat quietly on your sleeping bag as he eyed the crossbow you had, frowning at the sight, though he calmed down. “You still have that thing?..” he asked with a mutter before picking it up and messing with it. You looked at him quietly before smiling. “Of course I do, Daryl. It's the only thing I thought I had left of you..” you sighed as you sat beside him.

Daryl looked over at you as he felt his ears turn red, quickly looking back at your crossbow with a slight grumble of something incoherent. The two of you sat in silence for a while, you lying back on your sleeping bag as he looked down at you. “I went lookin’ for you, ya know?” he muttered.

You looked up at him as your eyes widened, your face reddened as you smiled. “Really..? I couldn't find you anywhere, Daryl. I guess I still suck at the whole tracking thing..” you murmured with a small embarrassed laugh.

He let out a small grunt as he smiled slightly. “Yeah, hell, I made it to yer apartment, an’ it was trashed..thought somethin’ happened to ya’. Me n’ Merle looked everywhere for ya, Sunshine.” he admitted before looking away. You stared at him quietly, blushing even more as you huffed and looked up at the tent’s ceiling, you loved that nickname.

“I left as fast as I could..poor Mr. Shepherd was being eaten in the frickin hallway by his wife..I guess that's what he gets for having an affair..” you chuckled as you shook your head. Daryl snorted as he heard about your neighbor. Looking at you once more, biting his lip as if he struggled to say something. Finally, he let out a sigh and spoke. “M’ glad you’re okay..” he spoke softly, looking at you with a soft look he’d given you once or twice.

You could feel your heart racing in your chest. You opened your mouth to speak before you heard Rick calling for him. You both looked at each other for another moment before he got up and left your tent. You followed shortly after, grabbing your crossbow on the way out as you caught up to them.

“Wait! I’m coming with you guys!” you said as you pulled the strap over your head. Daryl looked back at you and let out a huff. “The hell you are, you ain't goin’ nowhere, Sunshine.” Daryl’s eyes narrowed at you as he spoke sternly.

“Daryl, you can't be serious-” You looked at him, shocked as you got cut off. “I am serious, yer stayin’ here. Where it's safe.” he pointed at the camp as he looked at you. You looked at him as you began to grow annoyed.

“The hell are you talkin’ about? I just got you back! And you're saying I’m supposed to stay here? What if you don’t come back? What am I supposed to do then?!” you shouted at him as you flailed your hands with a gesture of your own words.

“You don’t do nothin! You stay here, an’ ya’ wait for me to come back!” Daryl growled as he leaned closer. “I ain’t lettin’ ya get yerself killed out there, Y/N!” he continued before he turned around and walked away frustrated.

You watched him as he walked off, Rick and Glenn following behind him with T-Dog. Your heart beat heavily as you let out a frustrated scowl before retreating to your tent. This always happened with Daryl. You get along one minute, then you say something stupid, and he snaps at you and leaves you all angry. You hated it, but you knew he was right. You didn't have much experience out in this world like he did.

You lay in your tent as you stared at the ceiling, the frustration slowly leaving you as you grew tired. You missed him, you’d found him, and he was already gone again, but the smell of him still lingered in your tent as it slowly drifted you to sleep.

Thank you for reading the first chapter of my new series, Silent Bonds! I appreciate the love you all have given me, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm not used to writing anything longer than 1-2k, but I tried my best, I’ll try and make them longer as I go on! Thank you for all your love and support. I’m so happy to be making this for you guys!

>Chapter Two

Tag list: @dixons-sunshine @missriddle03 (lmk if u wanna be added to the tag list 🫶🏻)

[rotten-biter]

damn, who is this model? ˚.⁺⊹

ugh, i’m in love w every side of this man.

[rememberwhouare]

Brothers

The duo we miss the most

[racoonjuice]

The Daryl Dixon edit ever tbh