#twd a/b/o

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A New Beginning

Pairing: Daryl X reader, Eventual Daryl X reader x Rick

AU: A/B/O

Warnings: brief mentions of a character death, farm takeover to prison

Authors note: I love yall💜

Word Count: 1.3k

Masterlist

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The Greene farm had been your sanctuary for years, long before the world fell apart. You had lived just a few miles down the road from Hershel and his family, keeping to yourself but always there when they needed a helping hand. When the dead started walking, the farm became your refuge from the horrors outside. It was safe—for a while, at least. Then the group arrived, survivors who had been on the run, searching for shelter.

Among them were two men who had an instant, unexplainable pull on you—Rick Grimes and Daryl Dixon. Alphas, you could tell, though they never said it out loud. The moment you laid eyes on them, you felt the connection. Rick, the strong, stoic leader who seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, and Daryl, the rugged, quiet hunter who preferred the solace of the woods over the company of people. And you, the Omega who had learned to survive on her own, found herself inexplicably drawn to them both.

It wasn’t long before you and Daryl grew close. It started slow—a shared glance, a soft touch. He was closed off at first, wary of letting anyone in, but you saw past the tough exterior. You saw the man beneath, the one who cared deeply but didn’t know how to show it. Daryl found comfort in your presence, the way you didn’t push him to be anything other than himself. When the two of you started spending more time together, it became clear that what you had was more than just a bond of survival. You were his Omega, and he was your Alpha, even if he didn’t have the words to say it.

The first time Daryl kissed you, it was tentative, as if he wasn’t sure he had the right to. But when you kissed him back, pulling him closer, he understood that this was real. That you were his, and he was yours. The bond between you deepened, and though you kept it quiet from the others, it was there—undeniable.

But then the farm fell.

It had been chaos. One moment, everything was calm, and the next, walkers were everywhere, overrunning the fences, pouring through the fields like a relentless tide. The group scattered, each person fighting for their lives. You had been separated from Daryl in the chaos, and for a few terrifying hours, you didn’t know if he was alive or dead. You and Maggie had fled in one of the cars, with Beth and Glenn, your hearts pounding as you sped down the road, leaving behind the only home you had known in this new, terrifying world.

The hours that followed were a blur. You kept driving, hoping, praying that the others had made it out alive. Every bump in the road felt like another step away from everything you had built, and all you could think about was Daryl—whether he had made it. Whether you��d ever see him again.

It wasn’t until you reached the highway—the place where they had once left supplies for Sophia—that you saw them. The familiar motorcycle, with Daryl and Carol riding side by side. The relief that washed over you was overwhelming. You barely waited for the car to stop before you were out, running toward Daryl, tears streaming down your face.

When Daryl saw you, he swung off the bike, and for a moment, everything else fell away. The world around you, the walkers, the destruction—it all disappeared. He caught you in his arms, holding you tight, his grip so strong you thought he’d never let go.

“I thought I lost ya,” he muttered into your hair, his voice rough with emotion. “I ain’t lettin’ you go again. Not ever.”

You held him just as tightly, burying your face in his chest. “I’m here,” you whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

That reunion on the highway was a brief moment of peace in the middle of the storm, a reminder that despite everything, you were still together. You had all survived. And now, you would keep surviving—together.

The group traveled for weeks after the fall of the farm, moving from place to place, scavenging for food, looking for shelter. It wasn’t until they found the prison that they finally stopped running. The prison was grim, cold, but it was secure. It gave them a place to rest, to rebuild.

But even the prison couldn’t keep the pain of the past from catching up to them. Lori’s pregnancy had been a shadow hanging over Rick ever since the fall of the farm. You had seen it in his eyes, the way he carried himself. The stress, the fear. And when Lori went into labor, it all came crashing down.

The birth was chaotic, dangerous, just like everything in this new world. Carl was with Lori in the small hole in the wall they found while running from walkers, trying to help her as best he could. But there were complications, things they couldn’t fix with the limited supplies they had. Lori knew she wasn’t going to make it, and in her final moments, she made Carl promise something no mother should ever have to ask of her child.

“Promise me, Carl,” she had said, her voice weak, tears streaming down her face. “Promise me you’ll take care of your sister. And when the time comes... you’ll do what needs to be done.”

Carl, brave beyond his years, had nodded, tears in his eyes as he promised his mother the unthinkable. When Lori passed, Carl did what she asked of him, ending her suffering and bringing Judith—his baby sister—into the world alone.

Rick was shattered. His grief was all-consuming, and for weeks after Lori’s death, he was a ghost of himself, lost in his pain. He withdrew from everyone, even Carl, unable to process the loss. You and Daryl tried to help him, offering him space when he needed it, but also letting him know that you were there for him.

It was in those quiet, lonely nights after Lori’s death that the bond between you, Daryl, and Rick deepened. The connection you had felt from the moment you met Rick became impossible to ignore. He wasn’t just your leader or your friend—he was your mate. And just as Daryl had become your Alpha, so had Rick. He was the missing piece in the bond you and Daryl shared, the one you had been waiting for without even realizing it.

Two months after Lori’s passing, everything changed. The grief that had weighed Rick down finally began to lift, and with it came a new understanding of the bond between the three of you. It started with a look, a shared glance between you, Daryl, and Rick. You had always been there for him, just as you had been for Daryl, and now, it was time for him to finally accept that he wasn’t alone.

That night, the three of you came together, not just physically, but emotionally. Rick found solace in the arms of both you and Daryl, the three of you forming a bond that was stronger than anything you had known before. It wasn’t about replacing Lori—nothing could ever do that—but it was about building something new, something that could help Rick move forward.

Daryl had been the first to say it. “You ain’t alone, Rick. We’re here. We’re your family.”

And Rick had finally believed it.

From that moment on, the three of you were bound together, not just by survival, but by love. You were mates, a family, and no matter what came next, you knew that you would face it together.

As the days passed, the prison became more than just a shelter—it became a home. Judith, Rick’s baby girl, was a reminder of everything they had lost, but also of everything they still had to fight for. You, Daryl, and Rick took turns caring for her, the bond between you growing stronger with every passing day.

There were still dangers, still hardships, but now, with your Alphas by your side, you felt ready for whatever came next. You had survived the fall of the farm, the loss of friends and family, and now, with the bond between you, Rick, and Daryl stronger than ever, you knew that nothing could break you. Together, you were unshakable.

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.⋆｡Impeachment Part 2｡⋆.

Alpha!Rick Grimes x omega!reader x Alpha!Daryl Dixon

Everything was gone and destroyed but she was still theirs

Warnings: angst, death, presumed death of reader and unborn baby, walkers, violence, captivity, malnutrition/starvation, injury, guilt, sort of amnesia

WC: 4.8k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness

“I just wanted to come see how you were settling in, I know that being in a new place can be jarring to those who have been on the outside.” As Deanna spoke, Carol slipped from Daryl’s hold and fell in line behind him, as if he was protecting her. 

In an unconscious move, Rick stepped forward, using his body as a shield to block the Alexandrian’s view of the group. “We’re just getting used to bein’ behind walls again. Tends to make us jumpy.” The alpha understood, nodding in sympathy. 

“You're safe now, both from roamers and other people. These walls are strong, nothing can get in.” Rick's hair stood on end. That's what they said about the prison. The air in the small house was tense as an awkwardness fell over the group.

Carol shifted then, the floorboards creaked loudly.

Deanna's brown eyes flashed, catching sight of Carol’s excited state, but said nothing. She walked back out of the house, glancing back only once with a silent warning to stay in the house. “Have a good rest of your night.”

As soon as the door shut behind her, Carol exploded. “Please, we have to go.” 

Rick sighed heavily through his nose. “First, you tell us what happened.” The other's attention flicked back to the omega who was now trembling with nerves.

She glanced around, searching for some sort of approval to take off again, this time with the pack alphas in tow but when she only received looks of confusion and general concern, her excitement died down to a simmer. “I was going to the armoury but something about that woman they had in the infirmary bothered me.”

The house was easy to break into given that there seemed to be no locks in the entire city. Darkness clung to every corner, creating an eerie air that set her on edge as she moved to the basement of the home.

The snarls coming from the back room were downright savage as Carol snuck closer, her shoes not making any sound against the cold concrete. The scent emanating from the room was sour but the undertones were incredibly familiar, like something nostalgic, reminding her of a better time. With a trembling hand, the omega twisted the doorknob, pushing the door open slowly.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the woman curled up in the corner of the room. A tattered shirt hung from her frame, the ripped cloth doing nothing to keep her warm or hide her distended stomach. It looked wrong, the way the huge bump was hanging off her frame, how skinny she now was. The natural softness she carried was now gone, the thick curves she was known for, had disappeared. Her eyes were a bright amber, a tell-tale sign of the omega having gone feral.

But beneath the dirt and grime, Carol could see that young omega they thought they lost, she could see the two claiming marks on opposite sides of her neck, each one with a bite radius matching the two men who had been desperately searching for her.

She gasped involuntarily and the omega's yellow eyes snapped to Carol and a growl echoed through her chest. It was so deep and so unnatural it legitimately frightened the unshakeable woman. A warning. 'Stay away, I will kill you to protect my pup'. 

She took a step back but didn’t leave the room. Her head was lowered, her eyes locked on the woman’s. “I'll be back ok. Stay here.” The answer came in the form of another growl as Carol turned and ran out, gunning straight back to her pack.

“Are you sure?” It was Carl that broke the silence when she finished speaking. His eyes sparkled with tears and stepped closer to her. “Is it really her?” 

“It ain’t her.” Daryl snapped. “She's dead.” Carl swallowed thickly, leaning into his father's side for some sort of comfort. He had lost two mothers less than 6 months apart from each other and he could hardly bear it.

Rick placed a hand on his boy's shoulder. “We don't know that for sure but Daryl's right, the probability that it is,” he tried to say her name but it caught in his throat, choking him, “it's incredibly unlikely.”

Carol snapped back. “I know what I saw and I was around her enough to have her scent permanently etched into my mind. It's her.” 

“No it ain't!” Daryl was red with rage but the tear that rolled down his dusty cheek told an entirely different story, one that everyone in that room knew all-too-well. If she was alive, they had left her behind to die, turning her savage in the process. 

Even before the world fell, there were cases of omega and alphas going feral, even some betas in rare instances. It was a survival tactic. With the brain reverting back to its primal self, anyone could survive the most dire of circumstances. It only usually happened with soldiers or people trapped in an abusive relationship.

But now, Rick supposed, it would be extremely common. “But if Carol's right, there's no telling if we would be able to bring Y/N back. Who knows how long she's been feral for.” Glenn pointed out, somehow managing to make everyone feel worse.

“I'll go back and check it out with Carol. If she's right, we can try to help her. We have both of her alphas and both of her pups, that should do something. And if it isn't her, we can move on.” Taking charge, Maggie spoke up but looked to Rick for approval given the severity of the consequences should two members of their group be found wandering well after dark.

His first instinct was to say no, there was no way he could risk all of their safeties for one person (even if it was his omega and unborn pup) but as he looked over his pack and watching how their eyes lit up with both despair and hope, he knew that he couldn't refuse. “If you're not back in 20 minutes-”

Carol had taken Maggie's hand and was out the door before he could finish his sentence. He huffed. “Y'all go get some more sleep, we don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow.” That appeased the others, especially since they had almost no clue who Y/N was save for some vague mentions of her.

Carl and Daryl stayed in the foyer. “It ain't her.” But Daryl's voice was broken and weak. Conflict swirled in the blue of his eyes. He wanted so badly for her to be alive but to be alive and in that condition because of his inability to protect her- it was killing him. 

“It's not your fault. Or my dad's. This could be our chance to get her back.” Carl almost begged the other man. “Just have hope.” Daryl scoffed and turned his back on them, storming off to a quiet part of the house.

“Go check on your sister, I'll deal with him.” Rick followed after, his own heart heavy with guilt.

Maggie kept her head on a swivel, watching for any movement from the empty streets and dark houses. Carol however, had her eyes locked forwards, speeding back to the infirmary. 

A light drizzle had started, cooling down the warm night air considerably but that wasn't the cause of Carol's goosebumps. They had lost too many already, whether it was from walkers or even other humans, so the prospect of getting someone back was overwhelming. She thundered up the few steps and threw open the front door, Maggie close behind.

Carol was so deep in her excitement that she didn't notice that the yowling had stopped, but the other woman did. “Carol-” She started but her warning went ignored.

The basement door was open just wide enough for the dull yellow light of a lone lantern to illuminate the hallway. The wood slammed into the wall as the door was thrown open by the older omega, making both women freeze.

The room was barren save for a ratty blanket on the concrete ground. “She was here! I swear!” Maggie cautiously inched into the room. She scooped up the torn fabric and brought it up to her nose. 

“I believe you, her scent is fresh.” The silent question was left hanging in the air, 'where did she go?'.

——————

It had taken less than 2 weeks for the relative safety of Alexandria to collapse. The first cracks had appeared on that first night. When Maggie and Carol returned alone but with a blanket that reeked of their lost packmate, Daryl had almost gone mad searching the town for her. He had caught her scent only once and it was outside the wall. It led them all to question the strength of the huge steel plates if a starved and heavily pregnant omega could scale it.

Then Noah was gone and the rift between the Alexandrians and them got even larger. It seemed like nothing could unite the two groups, especially after Rick became de-facto leader after Reg’s death. 

Everything felt so wrong and out of place. With the discovery of the herd in the quarry and the realisation that Y/N was still alive somewhere, those feelings only got worse for Carl. 

Chaos rippled through Alexandria, leaving deep panic and blood in its wake. People had somehow scaled the great walls of the city and had already killed so many of their own. A bulk of the fighters were gone, effectively leaving the women and children undefended and woefully underprepared for any attack. 

Adrenaline coursed through Carl's veins, sharpening his senses but his reactions were still a milli-second too slow. There was already a cut along his forearm that burned and his hands trembled. Enid was silent beside him, Judith pinned to her chest as the three of them darted into another house on the outskirts of town.

The image of that man with the 'W' carved into his forehead flashed behind Carl's eyelids, just the same as every other person he had killed. Enid began to speak but he turned his back on her, instead silently looking through the house for any unwanted guests.

This whole thing was so painfully reminiscent of the Governor’s attack and the only thing he could do was keep him and Judith safe. They would survive just like before.

He breathed a sigh of relief as the rooms turned up empty and quiet. “What do we do now?” Enid spoke up, her voice strained with panic.

“I guess we wait.” Dust floated up from the couch as the teens sat down, finally able to catch their breaths.

Judith cooed at her older brother before looking up at the ceiling and repeating the sound, this time even louder. “Is she seeing ghosts or something?” Edith attempted to joke but instead just got silence back and the baby taken from her arms. 

“She just likes making noises.” As if to confirm his theory, Judith chose that moment to squeal excitedly, wiggling in his arms without taking her eyes off of the ceiling. 

The wood above them creaked, sending a light dusting of plaster down onto the three children. Carl and Enid seized with fear while Judith continued to make noise. 

“Stay here.” With the baby quickly thrust back into her arms, Enid had no choice but to remain on the couch, watching with wide eyes as Carl drew his gun and cautiously climbed the stairs to the second floor. 

He was sure he had checked every room carefully. He knew he did. But as he got closer to the master bedroom and the noises got louder, he began to doubt himself. His steps were light, desperately trying to avoid any creaky floorboards that would alert whatever was hiding about his position. 

His knuckles were deathly pale as he tightened his grip around his gun, the barrel trembled only slightly with his nerves. Carl pushed the bedroom door open with the end of the weapon and once again was met with a completely empty room but the soft groaning was still present and he could now tell that it was leaking from the closet on the opposite end. 

A sudden shout from Judith made him jump but his attention snapped back to the closet when something slammed into the wood heavily. 

“Just a walker, it’s just a walker.” He murmured to himself. His left hand dropped from the butt of the pistol and he gingerly grabbed the doorknob, ready to turn it and then immediately back off to give himself some room for a clean shot. 

Taking in a single deep breath, he steadied his gun and refocused his senses. Then he turned the knob. 

Silence overtook the room but only for a few seconds when the sound of chains shifting emanated from the small dark space. Then a foot stepped over the threshold, and a hand curled into the doorframe as whatever was trapped inside finally pulled itself out. 

The first thing Carl saw was her eyes- bright yellow with the pupils near the size of pin drops as they locked onto him. They weren’t the eyes of a walker. Even fresh, the ghouls supported milky white irises. 

She did not snarl at him nor lunge, instead her head tilted and she sniffed the air. She took another step forward and finally Carl could see her two claiming marks, and more importantly, her pregnant belly. 

“Mom.” The word slipped from his mouth before he could stop it. She froze and a purr rumbled through the room. “Yeah! You know me, it’s Carl. And Judith is downstairs. You remember Judith don’t you?” She blinked at him, there was no comprehension behind her eyes. 

Carl sighed. “We’ll work on it.”

It was only then that he noticed the heavy chain around her neck. There were spots of blood along her collarbone from where the metal had pulled at her skin. “Shit.” He muttered. 

The gun slid easily into the waistband at his back and with his hands now free, he carefully approached her. She watched him but didn’t move which he took as a good sign. 

From what he could tell, the chain had been looped around her neck a couple times and then locked to a hook haphazardly drilled into the side of the closet. He was confident that he could pull it straight out of the wall if he got enough leverage. 

As he moved closer, Y/N shifted to the side, allowing him to slip into the closet behind her. 

The small space was absolutely rancid but he continued forward, albeit holding his breath. She blocked out the light some but he was still able to see where she was bound to the wall. Already one of the screws on the anchor was gone so gathering up some of the slack from her chain, he wound it around his hands and with an almighty tug, it came loose from the drywall. 

“See, that was easy enough.” She stood stock still as he delicately lifted her bounds from around her neck, letting the metal drop to the hardwood with a clatter. 

Her eyes looked down at it then back to him. “E-e-e-zzz-ee.” She repeated, her voice broken and raspy from disuse. 

Immediately Carl lit up. “That’s right! Easy!” The corner of her lip turned up into what he thought was supposed to be a smile but looked more like a grimace to him. 

“Carl? You’ve been up here for a while, is everything ok?” Enid called out and just like that, Y/N was once again hunched over and snarling aggressively. 

“Stay there!” He called out but he was too late. The teen stepped into the bedroom, Judith still in her arms. She froze, her eyes going wide. 

“Who- who is that?” She asked, almost in disgust. She tried to turn away, to somehow shield the toddler in her arms from the sight of the feral omega but as soon as Judith disappeared from Y/N’s eye-line, she let out a deep warning growl. 

“Give me Judith,” Carl urged, “right now.” 

“Are you crazy?” She hissed, clinging even tighter to the unbothered toddler. 

“Trust me.” As soon as Judith was in her brother’s arms, the growling stopped. And when he walked closer, the scent of milk and flowers filled the room. Y/N reached for the pair of them with shaky hands, her fingers just skimming the soft chubby cheek of her daughter. 

“That’s why Judy was making so much noise, she could smell her.” Said girl giggled and tried to launch herself at the omega but Carl held tight. As much as he would love to have them properly reunited, he doubted she could support Judith’s weight in her arms after not eating properly for god knows how long. 

Y/N looked at Carl while grabbing his wrist. He let her pull his hand away from his sister and closer to her belly. She laid his palm flat against the top of her bump.

The baby moved under his hand, softly kicking at his fingers. Relief washed over the boy and he felt a massive weight lift from his chest. “Dad's not gonna believe this.” 

It took some coaxing (ie Carl using Judith like a carrot on a stick) but he was able to lead Y/N out of the master bedroom and down the stairs. He let her cradle Judith's head between her hands as he looked outside, watching for any of those freaks that had attacked them.

Only when he was sure that the streets were properly empty did he carefully open the front door. “Come on. Enid! Let's go!” He called back but the house was silent save for Y/N's purrs and Judith's coos. 

“Goddamnit.” He knew he should go look for her but he also wanted to get his mother to safety and she would not be safe in the house where someone had kept her trapped. So, he walked away, heading back towards the centre of town, hopeful that his father and Daryl had returned.

Her bare feet scraped against the concrete as she trailed behind him. While her eyes were fixed on him and the baby, Carl could see the way her nose scrunched and her head tilted, alert for any sign of danger. 

“Carl!” Rick's voice echoes through the street, panicked and strained.

He looked back at Y/N who had perked up slightly, the yellow of her eyes now holding flecks of its natural colour. He chanced it. “Dad!” Rick rounded the corner, gun at the ready and with a fire in his eyes but as soon as he saw the trio, he stumbled.

Even from a distance, Carl could see the way the breath was knocked from his lungs. Like Daryl, Rick blamed himself for their omega's disappearance. He felt the weight more heavily because he was not only responsible for her but also for the whole pack, his guilt ran deep, infecting every choice he made and slowly driving him mad.

When Daryl would leave Alexandria to search for her, Rick would stay behind, forcing himself to focus on the rest of his pack. He thought that if he could protect everyone else, the guilt would wane, but it never did.

“Omega!” His voice thundered down the street making Y/N freeze. There was some sort of recognition in her posture: her head bowed, shoulders slack but her lips still curled into a snarl and she attempted to snatch Judith from Carl's arms. She only succeeded in tugging both of her pups closer to her body.

“Omega.” He repeated, this time softer and offering her his empty hands. “It’s ok, I won’t hurt you or the pups.” He bowed his head and dropped his eyes to the ground in submission. 

She growled again but it was softer and more confused. “I’m your alpha.” As slowly as he could, Rick extended his left arm and presented her with his wrist. While not as prominent as his neck, his scent still bled from his skin. Her nose twitched and as she leaned forward to sniff at his offered limb while keeping her eyes locked onto him. 

Her brows furrowed and she took a step closer, her hand darting out to grip his wrist. Her cold nose rubbed against his cold skin as she inhaled even more of that intoxicating scent that tugged at part of her mind. 

Carl beamed when she dropped his father’s hand in favour of burying her nose into the crook of his neck. Judith gave a chirp as she was squished between the two grown-ups, still partially in her brother’s arms and her mother’s. 

Rick’s eyes fluttered shut as her own scent washed over him for the first time in almost 2 months, thick with fear and apprehension but it was hers all the same. Her bump pushed into his stomach and he felt like he could cry. She was safe, she was alive and she was back in his arms. 

Warmth flooded their bond, bringing a smile to his face. She licked at the mark she had left on his scent gland months ago so Rick placed his hand on her hip, gently pulling her even closer. He winced as he realised just how malnourished she was. “Let’s go get you and the baby checked out and maybe some food.”

Her eyes remained uncomprehending but she followed after him anyway, his hand held tightly in hers. 

Bodies lay in the streets, both enemies and friends alike as the moans of the undead just outside the walls form a macabre symphony. Y/N snarled under her breath and cupped her stomach while Carl glanced at his father, panic colouring his features.

“Is that the herd?” 

“The plan went sideways but we'll think of a new one.” Rick promised, laying his free hand on the teen's shoulder.

“Enid's gone.” 

His face hardened as he replied sternly. “As soon as we have a clear path out, we'll search for her. Daryl's still out there too.” His eyes flicked back to the omega who currently had her teeth bared at the solid walls. “We'll get them all back.” And he didn't just mean those trapped outside the city.

——————

There was a haze wrapped around Y/N's mind. It was like walking through a dense fog right as dawn broke- the light just barely strong enough to let her see a few inches in front of her but every step she took forward, the world that she knew was swallowed up and forgotten. She had no idea where she was going or where she had been but the tugging in her chest pulled her ever forward.

She had brief moments of clarity, snapshots in time that only materialised for a second before the fog descended once more.

The pop of gunfire and the smell of smoke as she ran barefoot into the woods.

Blood pouring from cuts on her hands as she scrambles up a crumbling lattice, the dead reaching for her, their rotting fingers only inches away from her feet.

Feeling the babe inside her belly kick for the first time. She cries.

Two men corner her in an abandoned warehouse. Their tone is comforting but their words are garbled. She tries to speak but all that comes out is a growl.

Another man, this one bigger and meaner looking, wrapping something cold around her neck. He spits on her face before sealing her into darkness.

But none of those snapshots compared to this moment. 

Reality slammed into her chest like a freight train. Y/N gasped for air as she desperately looked around. She was in a house, a nice house by the looks of it and surrounded by people she didn't recognise.

The smell of copper and death fill the cramped room as people scream at each other, their voices like nails on chalkboard to her sensitive ears. She winced and attempted to curl into herself but was stopped by her huge belly. 

Something about it isn't right but before she can recall why, her attention shifts to the form on the bed next to her. He's no older than 14 but he's tall and his brown hair is long. A white bandage covers half of his face. She knew that face. 

Her hands trembled as she cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. He did not react at all, just remained deathly still before her, the only movements of his body was the steady and too slow rising and lowering of his chest.

“Carl.” The name came to her and a second later, so did everything else. “Carl?” He was so big now, already growing into his features. He looked so much like his father. 

His father.

Her head shot up, eyes scanning the now mostly empty room for her alphas. The front door was wide open, letting in the grotesque sounds of flesh being sliced open and bone shattering. The darkness from outside seemed to grow with each passing second as the moans grew louder.

Y/N leaned over Carl's body as if to afford him some protection if the walkers made their way inside but deep down she doubted that she could do much besides buy him a couple extra seconds. She felt weak, she was tired and her entire being ached.

“It's ok baby, I'll keep you safe.” 

Suddenly, bright light streamed through the doorway and an explosion rocked the house. Y/N whimpered and cradled her boy as the sounds of celebration overpowered all else. 

“They actually did it.” A plump woman wearing glasses murmured in shock. “I can't believe it.” 

As an optimistic mood filled the room, the fog began to descend once more and Y/N could feel herself slipping away. “You!” She barked at the woman who quickly turned around, her eyes wide. “T-tell my alphas that I love them.” Her words slurred and jumbled together but the woman nodded anyway.

Y/N smiled in relief. “Tell 'em to be safe.” She looked down at her boy one more time and then everything disappeared once more.

The smell of gasoline and burning bodies only seemed to add to Daryl's frustration. The past few days had been absolute hell- he was tired, hurt and so strung out he felt like anything could set him off. And that's not to mention the weird feelings that constantly flowed into him through his bond.

Fear, relief, anger, love. 

All of it was just too much.

As he watched the horde of walkers burn in the lake, he was consumed by his thoughts. Nowhere was safe, death constantly followed right behind them and some part of him knew that it would always be like that, no matter how hard they tried to change things.

His thick fingers pulled at the fraying threads of the bracelet around his wrist as he thought of his omega. He pictured that she was safe somewhere, holed up in some isolated cabin that had a garden full of food or in an abandoned apartment building that she could scavenge. Carol kept reassuring him that she was alive and ok but each day that passed without him finding Y/N, he believed his friend less and less. Even the blanket they had discovered was quickly losing her scent.

He wanted to get back out there, to keep searching but he was just so tired.

“Daryl!” Rick called over the din. His voice while strained from exhaustion still carried the power of a true alpha. The younger man ignored him though as he continued to watch the slowly dying fire from atop the truck, his hands supporting his weight as he leaned back against them.

Vaguely, he could feel frustration leaking through the bond. “Y/N's here!” That snapped him out of it.

“Wha?” But before Rick could repeat himself, Daryl had jumped down, landing heavily on his already sore legs. “She's?”

His brother nodded. “With Carl but she's feral so we have to take it slow.”

“But she's-” Suddenly he felt like he couldn't speak, his guilt and relief wrapping around his throat in a tight grip.

“She's safe, the pup's safe.” Rick gestured to the infirmary and before he could think, Daryl took off running.

50 days. It had been 50 agonising, tortuous days of unknowing, of guilt and fear. Of imagining the hell which she experienced since the moment that the chain fences of the prison fell.

50 days of self-hate, of knowing he wasn't enough- not strong enough, not fast enough, not brave enough- to save her and the pup. 

50 days of her haunting his every thought.

50 days.

And as he ran into the infirmary, all that time, all that fear disappeared the second he saw her again. The clock reset the moment he stepped over the threshold and her golden eyes locked with his blue ones.

He didn't care that she didn't recognise him, he didn't care that she snarled and planted her hands down around Carl's body as if he was a danger to the boy who was almost like his own. 

She was alive, she was here. And that's all that mattered.

For the first time in 50 days, Daryl smiled.

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The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 32

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Summary: It's been a week or so since Glenn and T-Dog saved Rick. Now, your pack is getting settled in new place. Word count: 3K This chapter contains: Nesting, going into heat, firearms, smut.

Author's note: I am a little behind on posting chapters to tumblr. So I'll be trying to fix that in the next few days.

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Nest.

It was all you could think about as you took water and soap to every surface in the kitchen. The other rooms had been cleaned, from top to bottom, including the loft and the basement. The loft had a low ceiling, but Ro and Merle had made their bed up there, using an air mattress and sleeping bags. Carl slept on the main floor, closest to the wood stove, while you, Rick, and Daryl had a makeshift bed in the basement. It was a far cry from your house, a home filled with Daryl’s handiwork, not to mention modern furniture. All that remained were some old, hand-made chairs and a small kitchen table.

This cabin, like the others around it, was old, from the 1850s, you’d guessed, based on the structure and style. In more recent years the land had been repossessed then abandoned. Before then, generations of Dixons had lived here, in their own version of Walton’s mountain, before the Great Depression.

Despite the bedding downstairs in the basement of this old, cozy cabin, your omega was desperate for safety, seclusion, and comfort.

As you cleaned, you were also looking after Carl. He sat at the table, still and focused as he drew pictures to give Lori and Shane when they arrived. He’d grown quiet over the last few days, since you left home.

You hoped, for his sake, that Lori and Shane would get here soon.

The past few days remained a chaotic whirlwind, made all the worse by your biological imperative. Soon after you met Glenn and T-Dog, your mates decided it was time to get out of town, before things got worse.

The next morning, you packed what you could: clothes, food, and supplies. When it came time to pack up the pillows and blankets from your nest, you sat frozen in your nest, trying not to cry. That’s how Daryl found you when it was almost time to go.

“C’mon, Bubbie,” he said, clearing space so he could sit next to you. “You’ll make a new one.”

“You built this for me,” you replied gesturing at the bed, then running your hand along the shelves behind it. “You made this a home. For us.”

Daryl gathered you in his arms. “Yer the one who made it a home. ‘Sides we’ll come back when it dies down.”

You shook your head. “I don’t think we will. The way Glenn describes the city…I don’t think this will be safe for a long time if the dead are migrating here.” You took a deep breath. “I know we have to go.”

“Don’ mean it’s easy,” he said, hugging you. After a moment, he got off the bed and opened one of the cherry wood chests he’d made for your nesting materials. He dumped out all the unused, pillows and blankets, still in their plastic wrapping.

What to take was your decision, but Daryl helped you, arranging everything in the chest, and packing it tightly.

Later, when it was time to go, Rick reassured you, too. “We’ll get you a place for your nest in time.”

“What if we have to move again, while I’m in heat?” you asked. “It will be soon.”

“I know. We both do. That’s why we’re goin’ now. And it’s why we need to stick together. Not just us, but the new guys, too.”

You nodded. Rick wrapped you up in a tight hug.

“We owe them. I owe them,” you said. “They brought you back to me.” Even in the short time you’d known Glenn and T, you knew them to be good people. T-Dog, an alpha, kept his distance from you; he must have known you were close to your heat, but you’d gotten to know Glenn a little. He had strategic way of thinking, and you thought maybe he was some sort of weekend warrior. But no, just a delivery driver.

Now, in the cabin, you gripped the edge of the sink, panic rising. Trying to control your breathing, you glanced at the wooden chest sitting by the basement door. Then, you stared at Carl’s back, as a sudden, unwelcome wave of frustration came over you. Your omega didn’t want him near your nest. In fact, it didn’t even want your mates near it, not yet.

Outside, Merle and Ro kept watch while your mates were clearing out other cabins, making them livable. T and Glenn took one, next to yours. You bristled at having strangers so close by when your heat was imminent, but you owed them.

The front door swung open, and you flinched, letting out a whimper of surprise. Despite the gust of cold wind from the door, you were too hot to even notice, but Carl shivered.

Daryl stepped in, quickly closing the door, and going to add logs to the wood stove.

He took one look at you, and whether it was your bond or Daryl’s keen eye, he seemed to know exactly what you needed. Jutting his chin toward the basement, he sat down next to Carl, distracting the boy while you went to make your nest.

The chest was too heavy for you to carry, and through your bond you felt Daryl’s impulse to help you. Rejecting it and putting up a mental wall, you grabbed armfuls of your blankets and pillows, making a few trips up and down the basement stairs. When you were done, you locked the door at the top of the steps and got to work.

The padded mats you cleaned earlier had dried. One still held hints of Daryl’s musk, pine, so you put it in the center foundation of your nest and started arranging everything around it. Nestled in the corner of the room, the nest began to grow. Releasing your perfume, you set about making the entire area yours. Blankets were piled on top of each other, pillows lined the walls. After hours of work, you were almost satisfied and crept back up the stairs to find the house empty except for Daryl and Rick, who were both pacing in the open-spaced living room and kitchen.

“Carl?” you said, still on edge, but in control of your anxiety for the moment.

“With Jesus.” Rick assured you.

“Whaddaya need from us, Bubbie?” Daryl asked, his voice low and soft.

“I need your clothes, something,” you said, your voice almost whiny. Your first heat had been so perfect. But this heat was different. You couldn’t be sure your pack would even be safe here, or how long you could stay in one place. Especially with Rick and Daryl unable to protect everyone like they had been.

Wasn’t it selfish of you to need them like you did? Not just one, but both? Yet how could you choose? Yes, you were more in sync with Daryl, but he’d claimed you and been with you for half a year now. You cared just as much for Rick, and soon you’d be bonded with him, too.

Daryl started striding across the room, but you backed away, shaking your head.

“Not yet.”

Rick shrugged out of his fur-lined deputy’s coat and untucked his shirt, unbuttoning it as you watched. His bare chest gleamed with sweat, his soft dusting of hair enticing. Your stomach clenched and all you wanted was to lay on top of him and let him ease the growing ache in your belly.

Meanwhile, Daryl froze in place, and, although it took you a moment, you finally realized what you’d inadvertently asked of him. Quickly, you opened your suitcase and started pulling out unwrapped Christmas presents. What a simpler time that had been, when your most pressing worry was dropped stitches and miscounted rows.

Setting some things on the kitchen table, you approached Daryl with his poncho, it was hooded, with two layers of thick wool.

“Trade for your coat?” you asked him.

He took it and brought it to his nose, sniffing deeply.

“Ya make this? Fer me?”

You nodded. “I did some research and it’s supposed to keep you warm while you use your crossbow.”

Your mate’s face was red, and he was blinking quickly as he stared down at the gift.

“Merry Christmas,” you said quietly. Daryl nodded without looking up, refusing to meet your eyes or Rick’s.

“I-I-I have more,” you stammered, unnerved by Daryl’s reaction. Why would he cry over a poncho? You gave Rick his wide scarf and matching gloves. Daryl had a pair of gloves, too, fingerless with rubber grips sewn on the underside—for driving his motorcycle.

“Bunny,” Rick breathed, still shirtless and sniffing his scarf. “These are amazing. And your scent is all over them.”

Daryl grunted, and got out of his coat, handing it to you, and putting on his poncho.

“’S real nice, ‘mega,” he said, adjusting the poncho on his shoulders then grabbing his crossbow from where it sat nearby.

Clutching Daryl’s coat and then grabbing Rick’s shirt, you said. “Soon. But --”

Daryl looked up. “Ya dun wan’ anyone in ‘ere but us.”

You nodded.

Rick said, “While your finishin’ up, we’ll get Carl settled in with Jesus. Already talked to him about your heat.”

“You did?”

“Carl knows that you’ll need me— us -- for a few days.”

Of course, children knew, vaguely what an omega in heat entailed. Not the actual mating, but the privacy, the duty of alphas to care for their partners.

“And the others?” you asked.

“Merle swore off drinkin’ an’ Ro’s good with the kid. Glenn and T helpin’ with keepin’ watch.”

Their reassurances consoled you. Besides, the betas in your pack knew what they needed to do, and you trusted them. But Carl…he had been taken from his mom and now his dad, too.

You pointed to two crocheted Woobles on the table. “These are for Carl.” Both were dinosaurs from his favorite cartoon.

“I’ll make sure he gets them,” Rick said.

“Go’n now,” Daryl told you, jutting his chin at the basement door. “Be dark soon, an’ cold.”

You nodded, renewed determination compelling you to tweak your nest until it was perfect and cozy for your alphas, for yourself, and for the days that followed.

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Finally, your nest was as close to perfect as it was going to get. Surveying the pile of blankets and pillows, your omega was finally happy to have a place to share with your mates.

Despite the stress of the past few days, a glimmer of happiness bloomed. Rick could claim you. Daryl would make love to you. And the world outside would fall away.

Skin still hot, you left the basement in search of your men. You’d been cramping steadily for the past hour, nothing unmanageable but growing more intense as time went on.

Outside, you heard the rumble of engines, and a wave of tension hit you. Not your own, but Daryl’s

Grabbing your coat, you ran outside, finding Daryl on the porch and Rick standing in the worn path near the house. A little behind Rick were Merle and Ro; Merle with a shotgun pointed at the winding path that led to the cabins.

In the distance, three vehicles approached, a Jeep, a Cherokee, and an RV.

“That’s Shane and Lori,” Rick said, but his hand was on the butt of his revolver, you noticed.

You approached Daryl, standing next to him as he held his crossbow, lowered, but seemingly ready to aim at a moment’s notice.

“You said it was just them two,” Merle shouted. “Then explain the rest of ‘em.”

The cars continued to approach, Rick glanced around, his eyes landing on Merle, who had his rifle raised.

“Put that down, Merle,” Rick ordered.

“Ya gonna make me?”

Daryl gruffly shouted, “Merle!”

Merle shrugged his shoulders. “Fine. If y’all wanna risk it, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

Glenn, from across the way, spoke up. “It’s all good. More people, yeah? Safer that way.”

You agreed with Glenn and Rick, at least on principle. Yet, right now, on the verge of your heat, the thought of strangers being near you or your nest, felt like a threat on your pack’s territory.

Just then, Carl ran out of the cabin next door, without a coat on. Merle lowered his gun even more at the sight of the pup, but you could still see the tension in his shoulders. Next to him, Ro was quiet and still, his hand at his side holding a gun.

The red Jeep barely came to a stop before Lori appeared, throwing herself out of the passenger side door and running to Carl. Shane got out, too, and you relaxed at that. If Rick trusted Shane enough to tell him about this place, then the people with Shane had to be trustworthy, too, right?

Shane’s scent didn’t alarm you, not like it had the first time you’d met him, but there were more alphas’ scents emanating as other people emerged from their vehicles. One alpha’s odor burnt in your nostrils; when a balding, scowling man looked your way, you knew it was him. In the same car were a thin woman and a cowering little girl, who was around Carl’s age.

The alpha stared at you, his eyes bulging, it seemed, making you gasp and hide behind Daryl. Daryl squared his shoulders and adjusted his grip on the crossbow as Rick took an intimidating step toward the strange alpha.

Still, the frightening man didn’t look away.

Rick’s voice sliced through your fog. “Inside. Now.”

Not a command, and not directed at you.

Daryl said, “Holler if—”

“I will,” Rick replied, keeping his eyes on the strangers.

Daryl took you by the arm and guided you back into the cabin. Inside the warm living room, you took off your outerwear as quickly as you donned it moments ago. Your body was at war with your mind. Cramps of need swept through your middle, beginning the incessant pulsing at your core. You reached for the kitchen table to steady yourself, but Daryl caught you, holding you tightly against him, your backside pressing against his front. Slick moistened your underwear, and Daryl’s reaction was nearly instantaneous as you felt him grow hard against you.

Glancing out the windows to see Rick shaking hands with the strangers, you trembled as Daryl let out a possessive growl and rubbed his scent on you. Melting against him with a whimper, you let your instincts take over, ignoring the activity outside. With a huff, Daryl let go of you for just a moment to shoulder his crossbow, then he practically shoved you to the basement door. Eagerly you obeyed, flying down the stairs and burrowing on top of your nest.

“Daryl,” you whined, stripping off your layers of warm clothing and gazing up at him.

He locked the door, and after placing his weapon nearby, Daryl laid next to you, pulling you against him and running his teeth along your neck.

“Fuck, Bubbie,” he groaned, and began kissing his mark. With his hand on your hip, he pulled you to him and threw a leg over you, kissing and fondling you onto your back. Ridding himself quickly of his clothes, Daryl lowered himself above you, his bare skin on yours as he settled between your legs and kissed you again.

Your core throbbed, clenching and unclenching, demanding more than kisses from the alpha on top of you. Daryl started pressing his cock to the apex of your thighs, just slowly grinding his hips against you as his mouth and hands worked you to a fever pitch. You grabbed at him, too, sinking your nails into his back, squeezing his upper arms, reaching for his ass to urge him closer. Daryl was frantic and somehow still gentle, knowing all your favorite places for his mouth and hands. The scent of your arousal only grew stronger, and Daryl groaned in response. Fumbling, he rearranged himself so he rested on one forearm while his other hand cupped your mound. Taking one breast into his mouth, Daryl sucked and nipped at your sensitive bud as he slipped a finger inside you.

“Yer so wet, ‘mega’” he told you, “Jus’ lettin’ me right in. Feel so good on my hand.”

Your belly fluttered at his praise. Raising your hips to meet his hand you moved slowly, then with more intensity as he added another finger. His hand knew just how to make you come unraveled.

“Yes, Daryl, please .” you begged, getting close.

Suddenly, Daryl’s fingers left you, and you cried out in protest. He silenced you with a kiss on your mouth, immediately breaching the seam of your lips with his tongue. At the same time, his cock slipped through your folds and found its home in your soaking, needy pussy.

“Ye-e-e-sss,” you moaned. His cock was so big and perfect, stretching you and filling you. When he started moving you hung onto him for dear life, savoring the feel of him inside you, of his mouth on yours, of his entire body caging you in.

In your soul, you felt Daryl too, his passion and his desire, crashing into you the more he worked your body. He paused his kisses and locked eyes with you, holding your face in his hands as he thrust, the steady movement of his cock inside you sending you over the edge.

“I love you, Daryl,” you moaned, pulsing around him and holding his gaze. His knot notched into place, and he came, filling you even more. Nuzzling your gland and his mark, Daryl kissed you gently, then his mouth moved, lightly kissing your jaw then your mouth. He collapsed on top of you then rolled you over so you could lay on his chest, his knot holding you together. Reaching beside you, you found one of your favorite knitted blankets and covered you both.

Still breathing heavily, Daryl cradled you in his arms, teeth teasing your earlobe as you sighed against him.

“I love ya, too, Bubbie,” he whispered, speaking the words aloud for the first time.

You wondered if he felt the fullness of your heart through the bond. He must have because he sighed and relaxed, whispering more sweet words in your ear.

“So perfect, my omega, so strong.”

Almost nothing else existed as Daryl held you in your makeshift nest. Only one piece was missing, and as you nestled into Daryl’s chest, you hoped that Rick would join you soon.

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Negan Thing

NeganxUnnamed OC

Warnings: A/B/O, mildly sexual, Alpha negan, Omega ofc

Wordcount: 917

A/N: I wrote this a few years back and never did anything with it. I just figured I should post or delete and here we are.

She woke up with her body on fire. She tossed in her sheets pressing her knees together tightly, breathing in shallow breaths, praying that the minutes would pass more quickly until she could make it to Doc Carson's office hours. Last night had been bad but now- She whimpered, her clothes raking against her too sensitive skin as she dared to roll over and check the clock. 7:10. She tossed off the blankets, her body protesting each movement. Carson's opened at 8 on the dot if he wasn't hung over. An hour. She could make it an hour. She sat on the edge of the bed running her hand along the back of her neck as she rocked gently to try and ease the tension in her body.

She fell backwards across the mattress checking the clock repeatedly until it was 7:35. The walk there would take her 5 minutes at least. 7:40. She'd just wait in the hall or maybe just maybe the old man would leave the door unlocked and she could grab a bed and wait there. Anything beats the stuffiness of her room. She had to make herself stand and drag her jeans on. The rough fabric making her teeth grind together. What was wrong with her?

She pulled on her shoes and went out of her door in to the hall hugging her middle tightly as she walked down the stairs to his office. She wanted- something. She didn't know her brain felt foggy, the air too thick. Every foot step felt too slow. She made it to the Doc's office and pressed her face against the wired glass to check the clock inside. 7:50. Had it really taken her so long to pull on pants and walk here? She cursed inwardly as she rolled to the side and leaned against the cool painted cinder block wall. Now she just prayed the man had stayed sober last night.

She listened to the doors from the stairwell open and close. Feet trampling up the steps. She curled a fist and banged on the door. Her skin felt on fire. She was tired and energetic at the same time. She rolled her foot to the side to keep her body moving because when she was still everything redoubled. She was drowning.

"Doll!" Negan barked at her from the end of the hall. She winced, his voice making tension ball between her shoulder blades. "The fuck are you doing?!" He bellowed. She rolled her eyes and raised her fist to knock once more.

"Don't feel good." She swallowed thickly. "Waiting on the doc!" She yelled the last word punctuating it with a final bang of her fist on the door as if it would summon him. Negan marched down the hall his hand snagging her hip. A sharp intake of air at the contact that sent sparks skittering across her skin flooded her senses with his scent drugging her. This. She wanted this.

"Shit baby doll!" He groaned softly. She looked at him then and he cupped her face leaning his forehead on hers in an uncharacteristic sign of affection. She circled his wrist near her face with her hand.

"Go back to your room." His thumb traced her cheek to her bottom lip and she nipped at it. His hips pressed against hers shoving her against the wall. She moaned softly raising her hips to meet his.

"Need doc." She gasped when his fingers flexed. That small sensation sent the fire in her skin to pool lower in her abdomen before it rebounded. She felt it in her face, her chest, no doubt leaving her flushed.

"You don't need the doc." He ground his hips against hers hard eliciting a deep moan from her. Fingers wove into her hair pulling her head to the side so he could nuzzle her neck. "My little Omega is in her first heat." He nipped at her neck.

Her eyes shot open the information jarring her in to a semblance of coherency. She was grinding on him in the hallway where anyone could watch. "What do I do?" She whispered. She had seconds if that before his touches would drag her back under.

"Go back to your room." He pulled away from her his hips still trapping her against the wall. His hand slid from her face and hair down to her neck, a gentle possessive touch that sent heat flooding her core. "I'll meet you there soon." She raised up to kiss his jaw needing the contact and he held her in place with his hand.

"Please!" She whined. He conceded, silencing her with a rough chaste kiss that ended all too soon. She chased another from him and earned a hard look.

"You smell so good I'm about to go in to a rut. So unless you want me to take you in this fuckin' hallway, you're going to go to your room and wait for me." He pressed harder on her neck. "Am I understood?" He asked. His thumb stroked her pulse and for the briefest of seconds she didn't care where he took her. "Be a good girl and use your words." He crooned.

"Yes sir." She mumbled. He released her then taking a few steps back, and her body mourned the loss of fingers on her skin gloved or not. She turned to leave her teeth catching her lip as she sent him a pleading look over her shoulder.

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Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Like in 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, and 2023, I will post a kinky, fluffy, angsty or scary one-shot from October 1st till October 31st, 2024.

Please consider none of the stories are available until the set release date. Titles may change (all titles are working titles until the release date.). The release date may change at any time.

ANGST/SMUT/FLUFF

October 1st: Forbidden Lust (3) sequel to Forbidden Lust & Forbidden Lust (2)

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Homewrecker kink

October 2nd: How deep is your love? sequel to Deepest love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Friends to lovers

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

October 3rd: Extreme tight places sequel to Cramped & Tight places & Very tight places

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Kink: Anal sex

October 4th: Colorful leaves sequel to Falling leaves

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Trope: Sunny vs grumpy

October 5th: Serve your Soldier (2) sequel to Serve your Soldier

Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!Reader

Kink: Collars

October 6th: Snuggle and cuddle sequel to Snuggle time

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Plussized!Reader

Trope: Huddling for warmth

October 7th: Good girls punch hard (1)

Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader

Kink: Lust at first sight

October 8th: A new life sequel to One autumn night

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Trope: Nesting (a/b/o)

October 9th: The peach (2) sequel to The Peach

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Girlfriend!Reader

Kink: Spanking

October 10th: My car again? sequel to Not in my car

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Cuddling & Snuggling

Requested by: @dawn-petrichor-world

October 11th: Breathlessness sequel to Breathless & Take My Breath Away

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Boss kink

October 12th: Death or date?

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader

Trope/Kink: Enemies to lovers

October 13th: Pour me some love (1)

Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester x Plussized!Reader

Trope: Love at first sight

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

October 14th: Ashtray (2) sequel to Ashtray

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Kink: angry sex

October 15th: My lawn, my rules sequel to Get off my lawn

Pairing: Alpha (Teacher) Bucky Barnes x Omega (Teacher) Reader

Trope: Mating

October 16th: Howl like a wolf (Prologue)

Pairing: Alpha!Anders Lassen x Omega!Reader

Kink: a/b/o

October 17th: Bucky & Ducky (1)

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Side-pairing: Bucky x Ducky the duck

Trope: Best buddies

Idea by: @buckys-wintersoldier

October 18th: Pipsqueak & Grumpy (2) sequel to Pipsqueak & Grumpy

Pairing: Wolverine/Logan Howlett x Chubby(Short)!Reader

Trope: TBA

October 19th: Torn in two

Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Trope: Unrequited Love

October 20th: Sweater weather sequel to Christmas Sweater

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Trope: Sweater weather

October 21st: The cabin in the woods (2) sequel to The cabin in the woods

Pairing: Winter Soldier x fem!Reader

Trope: Captivity

October 22nd: Lunchtime Delight

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Girlfriend!Reader

Kink: Edging

Idea: by @elle14-blog1

October 23rd: My annoying sexy neighbor (2) sequel to My annoying sexy neighbor

Pairing: Neighbor!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Semi-public sex

October 24th: Parallel Worlds (1)

Pairing: Negan Smith (TWD) x fem!Reader x John Winchester (SPN)

Trope: Daddy kink

October 25th: Unwanted mate (2) Bucky's version sequel to Unwanted Mate (Bucky's version)

Pairing: Alpha!Stucky x Omega!Reader

Trope: Triade

October 26th: Up his sleeve

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Hand kink

Idea by: @buckys-wintersoldier

October 27th: Breakfast for...

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Wife!Reader

Kink: TBA

October 28th: Their bride (Snippet 1) sequel to Best bridesmaid ever

Pairing: fem!Reader x Nick Fowler, Ari Levinson, Lloyd Hansen, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Trope: Post-Coitus moment

October 29th: His Bride (Prologue)

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Trope: Vampire AU

October 30th: Bound Tight

Pairing: Gus March-Philipps x fem!Reader x Anders Lassen

Kink: Ropes

Halloween Specials: ANGST/SMUT/HORROR

October 31st: His little red riding hood sequel to Little Red Riding hood lost in the woods

Pairing: (Alpha) Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader (LittleRedRidingHood)

Trope: Monster-fucking

Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events

[daddydixonscrossbow]

All of my fics contain TWD themes - zombies, gore/horror, etc., and some ome of my fics contain adult content which is 18+, please read with caution.

I have another account on here which is now @writtenbyan-aries (it was previously SamandColbyOwnMe) I reblogged three that I wrote on that blog and I will put them in this masterlist. Enjoy! 💋

D A R Y L • D I X O N

✫ F I C S ↴

Days Since Then

Not Without a Fight

Swimmin’ in your Thoughts

Crossing a Line

Stand By Me

�� B L U R B S ↴

What Did You Just Call Me?

I Could Have Killed Ya

Guess so

C’mon Twinkle Toes

Can’t you just say I Love You?

You Have No Idea

Sit Your Ass Down

Daryl Don’t

Hands on Me

You Don’t Like Anything, Daryl

She’s Fine

Don’t Worry ‘Bout It

You Help Me. I Help You

Hair Down

What are y’doin’ here?

Worth Missin’ a Flight

I just saved your life

I’ll Fuckin’ Kill You

I Didn’t Wake Ya Did I?

Merry Christmas, Daryl Dixon

Yes, Mr. Dixon, we Have a Deal.

Six Days is Far Too Long

Don’t Ever Tell Me There Ain’t Shit We Can’t Do

»»———-　　———-««

R I C K • G R I M E S

✫ F I C S ↴

Believe It

More Than You Think

✫ B L U R B S ↴

I’ll Have Three to Worry About

Staring Won’t Get You Anywhere

»»———-　　———-««

G L E N N • R H E E

✫ F I C S ↴

No Other Option

✫ B L U R B S ↴

C. Soon

[taylormarieee]

🎀My Masterlist🎀

| 🎀 Fluff | 💌 Smut | 🔮 Angst | 💋 Suggestive |

❄️It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Everywhere you go Take a look at the five and ten, it's glistening once again With candy canes and silver lanes that glow❄️

~TWD~

Rick Grimes:

-Love and Zombies Series💌🔮🎀 💋(series) |NOT COMPLETE, on a hiatus because I have writers block for it! I'm sorry|

-Stranded💌

-Surprise🎀(Request)

-Girl, you don't know what you do to me💌

-Fuck me while I sleep💌

-Desire💌 (Request)

-Not so tough now huh?💌🔮

-sexy professor and sexy affairs💌💋

Daryl Dixon:

-Drunk in Love💌

-Blowing off steam💌

-Roses at the end of the Road (Series coming soon!)

Shane Walsh:

-Secrets and Scandals (coming soon...)💌

-Closure with a twist💌🔮 (Request)

(NO LONGER WRITING FOR CARL)

Rickly:

-She looks like lust and smells like desire💌

-Naughty Behaviour💌 (Coming soon) (Request)

~Spiderman: ATSV~

Miguel O'Hara

-Ties and Trends💌

-Fuck me like you want me Miggy💌

-Do you know how pretty you are carino? (Coming soon...)💌

-Dollar bills and Love💌

~Josh Hutcherson Characters~

Mike Schmidt:

-One step at a time honey🎀💋

Peeta Mellark:

-Lover Boy🎀

~Callum Turner and his Characters~

Theseus Scamander:

Thomas Webb:

-Stalker💋🔮 (Pt.2?💌)

Callum Turner:

-Co-stars Turned Lovers (series)

Major John "Bucky" Egan:

Joe Rantz:

~Austin Butler and his characters~

Austin Butler:

-The lovers Project(Coming soon...)🎀💋💌

Major Gale "Buck" Cleven:

~OBX and there characters along with actors~

Drew Starkey:

-Drunkenly Yours🎀

Rafe Cameron:

JJ Maybank:

-Crybaby💋🔮

John B Routledge:

Brian O' Connor:

-You make me wanna...💋💌

-Ride or Die, baby💌🔮

Sam Winchester:

- Wanna make out in the backseat of my brothers car?💋💌

-Confessions and Affairs💋🎀

-Entranced 💋💌

Dean Winchester:

-A hunter's first love 💌🔮

-"Birds of a Feather" 💋💌🔮

Luke Castellan:

-First Times💌🎀🔮(Series) |NOT COMPLETE, on a hiatus because I have writers block for it! I'm sorry|

-Daredevils and One night stands

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[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's Spooky Fics

So because Halloween is coming up, I decided to put together a rec list of my fics that are perfect for Halloween - none of these are really directly Halloween themed, but they have Halloween or spooky vibes. I divided them up between fics that are on Tumblr and fics that are on AO3 because my account is archive locked so you do need an AO3 account to read those fics. Either way, I hope you enjoy some of these fics if it is your first time reading them!

Blood In The Water - Void!Stiles x Fem!Reader (Teen Wolf) (11,700 words)

Being Stiles’s best friend, you are incredibly worried about him when you figure out that he is quite literally not himself - and that the thing currently occupying his body could be destroying it in the process. When you approach him to show this concern, Void takes a particular interest in you. He’s not capable of love, or even fondness, but he likes you. And he likes the way your fear spikes when you talk about Stiles. So he makes you a deal - he’ll agree to take care of this fleshy, mortal host, in exchange for something more precious, more rare, and more delicious than the meal you have brought for Stiles. He wants your pain. He wants your tears. Void!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends. Extreme Emotional Angst, Hurt No Comfort. Set during Season 3 (with flashbacks to Season 1, Episode 11).

Recently posted, and one of the most 'Halloween' fics I have ever written. Very angsty, very spooky. Great if you are looking for some great emotional Halloween dread - like the kind that a horror movie would bring. It was one of my favourites to write, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it.

Precious Time Alone - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader (DC Titans) (11,800 words)

Even with the ability to see the future, you never would have guessed that your life would lead you to falling in love with the perfect man - someone sweet, caring, funny, cute. Someone with the passion and fire to protect the ones that he loves no matter what. A precious guy with green hair who had the ability to transform into a tiger at will. And when you finally made love to him for the first time, you never could have guessed how that unique ability affected his sex life. You weren’t exactly complaining, but you wished you had seen this coming. At the end of the day, it was just another thing about him to love. Or - Neither you nor Gar knew that he has the ability to knot, and you both find out for the first time when you have sex together. Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 2, Episode 9.

I put this strictly on the list because it is in the style of A/B/O (even though it's not technically A/B/O, because the reader character is technically human) - because what is Halloween without a little monster fucking? I need to write more monster fucking lmao. Anyway, I love this fic and I love this fic so much - and I hope you will too.

Need - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (The Walking Dead) (3,000 words)

Daryl comes back from a run acting strangely needy, and you find out that Zach made him jealous. (You may have to thank Zach later.) Or - Daryl fucks your brains out to prove to himself that you’re his. Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during early Season 4/The Prison Era.

What would Halloween be without some TWD? There is much 'spookiness' to this one, aside from the fact that it's technically set during a zombie apocalypse - it's just pure porn. But whenever I think of Halloween, I do get the urge to watch TWD, so I had to have my boy Daryl in here somewhere.

Damn The Man, Save The Empire (Five Nights At Freddy's) (6,100 words)

Vanessa has always taken care of you. Since the two of you were kids, she has put her neck on the line for you, and you rarely knew how to return that epic kindness. One night, while both of you are raw and on-edge, the dark cloud of your strange past looming over both of you nearly swallows both of you whole - and once again, Vanessa is right there, taking care of you. (Dark)Dom!Vanessa Shelly x Sub!Gender Neutral Reader. Toxic Co-Dependent Relationship. Smut and Angst. Takes place before the main timeline of the film.

The main spooky thing about this one is the fact that Vanessa is very much a sociopath in this, and who doesn't love a dark fantasy where a serial killer fucks your brains out. I really need to write more fics like this, because this one was so much fun to write - I love writing dark characters to their extreme.

Ghosting - Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader (Five Nights At Freddy's) (3,700 words)

Mike has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. For about as long as the two of you have been best friends. He always thought he would have more time to work up to confessing those big, dangerous feelings for you - until something more dangerous swooped in and stole any time he had left with you. Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader. Star-Crossed Lovers. Pure Angst. Set during the events of the movie.

Again, this is one that brings horror movie dread - I think that angst is really great for Halloween, especially because this is based off a great Halloween movie. This won't be for everyone because it doesn't have a happy ending, but if you are looking for something very angsty, I hope you enjoy reading this.

These next ones are on AO3, and like I mentioned, my account is archive locked, so you will need an AO3 account to view these fics. But I think they are really great and deserve a shout out too. Also, these fics don't have covers that have been made by me (except for one lmao) - so thanks to Tumblr's gif search system for these ones.

Hold Me Tight Or Don't - Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene (The Walking Dead) (7,200 words)

Everyone should get one last wish. Right? Well, that’s not exactly something you wanted to be thinking of in the middle of a musty old prison library when you have a pack of Walkers crawling up your ass. But you’ll work with what you’ve got. And you have the loves of your life at your disposal and the remaining time that God has given you. Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene. Established Relationship. Major Character Death. Smut and Heavy Angst. Set during Season 3, Episode 4.

This one I put on the list because of the mixture of angst, gore, and smut. I love fics that have a mixture of gore and sex (it's something that I really should do more often) because I feel like sex and death really have such a natural relationship. And this one, unlike the Daryl fic, really brings the zombie aspect to the forefront. It's one of my favourite fics I have ever written, and I think it is perfect for the spooky Halloween mood.

No Brainer - Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving) (Mayhem (2017)) (7,100 words)

When the ID-7 Virus, aka the Red Eye Virus hits Towers and Smythe Consulting, it throws the entire office building into chaos. With a mandatory quarantine from the CDC in action, that chaos builds in on itself, and somehow, you, Derek, and Melanie get everything that you want. aka You have something Derek and Melanie need. Derek and Melanie have something you want. You all agree to make an exchange, and everyone ends up more than happy. Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving). Strangers to Lovers. Smut. Set during the canon of the film Mayhem.

This one is perfect for Halloween because it's based off of an amazing horror movie. Also, it's no coincidence that there's two Steven Yeun fics on fics on this list. He looks really good covered in blood.

Arms Tonite - Bee (Samara Weaving) x GN!Reader (The Babysitter (2017)) (2,100 words)

Sunrise is fast approaching with every second that ticks by - another second you spend with Bee, another second you lose in the fight to gain more time with her. The deal you had made was impossible to complete, and the Devil was eager to get his claws on your immortal soul. But of course, Bee was brewing up some plans of her own. Bee x Gender Neutral Reader. Friends to Lovers. Angst/Horror. Set outside the events of canon.

This was one of my first shorter fics, and I am still really proud of it. Also, it's great for Halloween cause it involves literal human sacrifice. This was actually one of my first fics to experiment with major gore and violence elements - which was largely inspired by the film. And I would love to write a longer (smut) fic with Bee sometime. I love her character so much and I feel like she is so underappreciated.

Very Good Bad Thing - Antisepticeye x Fem!Demon!Reader (8,200 words)

Valentine's Day is a busy time for you, seeing as you're a sex demon, and you close most of your deals when people are feeling lonely and vulnerable. Of course, Anti just had to interrupt you. To give you his stupid... "present". Anti x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers/Frenemies. Smut and Gore.

So, technically this is a Valentine's day fic - because I got the idea that I wanted to post a seasonal fic on Valentine's day on one of my old blogs and this monstrosity came to mind. But this fic is a heavy mixture of gore and smut, so I feel like it would be perfect for Halloween too. This is actually my first ever smut fic that included any gore (and it's my only youtuber ego fic, though I would like to write more of them, because they are so much fun) - and I had so much fun writing it. I love writing about demons and characters who are amoral on their basis, because there is no rules. And that just makes it so much fucking fun.

Anyway, if you read any of these fics, I hope you enjoy them! And I hope you have fun and have a great Halloween!!

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Daryl Dixon Is the King of Cunnilingus

Alpha!Daryl Dixon x omega!reader

Daryl loves giving head

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), no dialogue, references to dry humping

WC: 1.3k

Minors DNI

Daryl’s experience in sexual encounters paled in comparison to his partners’. Rick had been having sex since high school and he was sure that their omega had her fair share of partners. He was insecure in both his abilities and his appearance but there was one thing he could do that never failed to make his omega scream and thrash below him.

He was incredible at eating her out.

The first time he had gone down on her was a couple days before the farm fell. The tension had been insane between them, their pheromones going haywire with need and lust. But there wasn’t time for her to be knotted by either alpha, let alone both of them.

So Daryl had taken what he could, an odd make-out session, the occasional grope or even one glorious afternoon where he dry humped her against a tree when they were supposed to be finding herbs for Maggie. 

But one night, by pure coincidence, they were alone and more importantly, safe. Rick had been distracted by another argument with Lori and Shane so Daryl and Y/N sat in their shared tent alone. They sat side by side on one of the sleeping bags, her plump thigh pressed to his own as she read a book Glenn found on one of his runs while Daryl was cleaning his crossbow.

The domesticity of just sitting together quietly made his chest burn with affection and love. Every so often, his blue eyes would flick up to her face, quickly tracing the soft curve of her jaw before he forced himself to look back at what he was doing. If he thought he could have gotten away with it, the alpha would have stared at her forever. 

A chuckle interrupted his routine, forcing him to look up sooner than he would have liked. Y/N was smiling at him, eyes sparkling with embarrassment. She asked him why he kept staring at her, if there was something on her face. Flushing, he shook his head, grumbling something she couldn’t catch.

He tried to look away but her soft hand on his jaw stopped him. She guided his face back to her own. Her eyes briefly dropped to his chapped lips and he immediately knew what she wanted. It started off just as a kiss, light pecks like nervous teens.

But suddenly, she was on her back, the archer hovering over her as their teeth clacked together. His slim body was fit between her voluptuous thighs, his hips rolling desperately into her own. His inner alpha screamed at him to just rip her clothes off and take the omega, claim her before Rick had a chance to. But with an almost feral growl, he pulled himself away from her now swollen lips.

Her hands were pressed firmly to his muscular back, trying to keep him in place, not willing to let him get away just yet. He could feel the burning heat from her core against his barely contained cock and it was driving him crazy. He knew he had to stop now, he needed the lead alpha’s permission to mate her.

As if she could read his mind, Y/N shook her head. She insisted that they didn’t have to have sex, in fact they couldn’t but there was something that they could do. With a gentle touch, she helped him undress his shirt, getting a growl when she went for his pants so she left them alone. And then allowed him to carefully strip away her own clothes, leaving her in a tattered bra and panties that definitely didn’t match. 

Daryl’s breath caught in his throat at finally seeing her half naked. She was far more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. Flustered at his gaze, she tried to cover herself by crossing her arms over her large stomach, but Daryl stopped her, insisting that she was the prettiest person he had ever seen. 

He helped her down once more, cradling her body with incredible care but he didn’t follow. He sat back on his haunches, eyes fixated on the growing wet spot between her legs. His senses were filled with the smell of fresh wildflowers and lust. His eyes fluttered shut as he unconsciously leaned forward, trying to drink down the tantalising scent. 

She swore as his large nose bumped against her covered slit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her veins. Her hands shot to his cropped hair, taking his mouth even closer to where she needed him. He mouthed at her cunt while his thick arms wrapped around her thighs to make sure she couldn’t run away.

Her hips bucked as his front teeth scraped against her throbbing clit. He groaned when another wave of her scent hit him, positively drowning him. He nipped at the small bundle of nerves, needing to get the same reaction again. Her warmth surrounded him like a blanket, making him struggle to breathe but he truly didn’t care.

A large hand slipped beside his head so that his calloused fingertips could pull her soaked panties to the side. For only a moment, the alpha pulled away. He admired the way her lips shimmered with slick, the clear liquid coating the dark curls on her mound like condensation on a cold glass of water. And he was thirsty.

The rounded tip of his nose rubbed tight circles against her clit as his wide tongue licked at her dripping entrance. Y/N wanted to curl in on herself to escape from his cruel mouth but he only held on tighter. He frantically lapped her up, his mind consumed by blind instinct. He wanted to bathe in her, have her swallow him whole.

Her teeth sank into her lower lip in a vain attempt to quiet her moans. Her nerves were alight with a pleasure she had never experienced before, even better than when Rick fingered her on a run. Her stomach began to tense with the familiar ache of her climax and Daryl was showing no signs of slowing down.

The tent began to reek of wild flowers and minty chocolate as well as the thick smell of sex. They would have to air it out later but Y/N wasn’t able to form any coherent thoughts, her mind was going blank, only filled with her alpha. Daryl shuffled his pants down his legs making him sigh in relief as his throbbing cock was freed from the coarse denim of his jeans.

He groaned lewdly into her cunt as his cock made contact with the slippery material of the sleeping bag beneath him. She was whimpering now, the high pitched sound resonating through her chest. His hips rolled in time with hers, needing to cum just as badly.

She chanted his name and he went wild. His tongue thrust in and out of her quickly, licking up everything she had to offer him. She jolted when the tip of his tongue hit that particularly sensitive place inside of her so he readjusted his head so he could hit it with every thrust. 

Her back arched as she finally snapped, forming an almost perfect semi-circle. The air around them exploded with her scent, soaking into the fibers of the tent itself. The sudden burst of perfume was overwhelming to the archer’s sensitive nose but it only served to fuel his orgasm. His moans came out as more of a rumble as he spilled his hot seed onto the bedding.

Slowly, she melted, coming down from her high. Daryl emerged from between her thighs, feeling quite pleased with himself. Her body still trembled below him in a way he had never seen before, it was like she had been struck by lightning. He laid delicate kisses to the soft flesh of her legs as he caught his breath.

Sweat coated her brow but in the dimmed light of the setting sun, Daryl thought she looked heavenly. She chuckled breathlessly and cupped his scruffy cheek, wiping away some of the slick that still coated his lips. It was far too soon to say ‘I love you’ yet but in that moment, they both felt it and for the first time in his life, Daryl wasn’t scared.

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Daryl Dixon x NB!Reader (afab, plus-size) 🏹 Daryl x Reader x Rick 🛡️

The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 33

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Summary: Rick's turn Word count: 2.2K This chapter contains: smut, knotting, mentions of domestic abuse.

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Rick fumbled for the keys in his pocket, his one-track mind almost forcing him to tear the door off its hinges. Since you’d gone into heat, his mind had grown more and more clouded with lust, and now knotting you was all he could think of.

Unlocking the door, he barrelled into the basement. It was rife with Daryl’s scent, and yours, and Rick soaked it all in as he tore off his layers of warm clothing. He stripped, then noticed you on top of Daryl, looking over your shoulder at him. Blood thundered in his ears, and Rick pounced.

He sank to his knees on your nest, right behind you and grabbed hadnfuls of your soft flesh. Daryl’s cock was still inside you, but you raised your hips, letting the other alpha slip out and revealing your empty hole to Rick.

“Need you,” you whimpered pushing your ass backward, angling it toward him.

Rick gripped your hips. Your skin was hot and giving, and his fingertips throbbed from holding you so tightly.

“Omega, present yourself to me.” 

*

You did as you were told, raising your hips and ass in the air and arching your back. Your breasts pressed into Daryl’s chest, and he purred beneath you, grabbing you by the back of your neck and forcing your lips onto his.

You moaned into his mouth as Rick wrapped his body around you, lining his pelvis up with your ass and holding himself up. With his hands on either side of Daryl. Moaning, you rubbed yourself against Rick, breaking your kiss with Daryl and panting heavily. Caged between them, you were lost to your sensations of Daryl’s barrel-shaped chest beneath you and Rick’s lithe muscles above you.

Grinding his hips against yours, Rick dry-humped you as he nuzzled your neck, finding where you scent was strongest, and groaning deep in his chest. You felt the rumble against your back as he laved your scent gland with his lips and tongue. 

“Gonna get my scent all over you,” Rick whispered in your ear. “Everyone here will know you’re ours .”

“Yours,” you repeated. “Yours.”  You chanted it in time with Rick’s movements. A calloused hand made its way down the front of your body, ghosting over the skin of your belly and finding its way to your dripping core. Daryl sank a single finger inside you, using his thumb to slowly stroke your swollen clit.

“Ours,” Daryl grunted at you.

Pleasure pulsed through you, as both alphas worked in a sweet, tantalizing rhythm that only increased your need for Rick’s knot.  Gradually, Rick slowed his thrusts, and, as if of one mind, Daryl slowed down his hand. You whimpered needful as Rick’s teeth ran along the skin between your neck and shoulder.

“Please,” you begged, voice trembling. “Mark me. Knot me.”

Rick huffed in your ear. “Love it when you tell us what you want.”

“Mmm,” Daryl agreed, pulling his hand out, saying, “They’re ready for ya.”

“Better be,” Rick huffed, leaning back and settling behind you. The tip of his cock ran teasingly down your ass, and you almost begged Rick to knot you there, but your pussy pulsed, aching and empty, needing your alpha to fill it.

His tip found your entrance, and you whimpered again, but your noises were almost instantly muffled by Daryl’s kisses as his tongue languidly caressing yours while his hands gripped your sides. 

Then, in one quick thrust, Rick was fully inside you. Your brain was a fog of need and pleasure with Rick growling fiercely above you and Daryl gently holding you from below. Rick began moving in earnest, his hips hitting yours with every deep thrust, and you came swiftly, groaning in Daryl’s mouth and clenching around Rick’s cock.

“Fuck,” Rick cursed, curling around you, with his mouth on your shoulder, teeth scraping against your sensitive skin. Another thrust, and his knot was inside, growing thicker with each of his continued thrusts. Sharp pricks pierced your skin as Rick sank his teeth into you. Pain and pleasure swirled inside you, making you orgasm again. Rick came, too, and everything barrelled into you: his relief, his hope, his uncertainty.

“My bunny,” he murmured, gasping for breath and wrapping his arms around your middle. He pulled you off Daryl and snuggled you to his chest, spooning you and holding you tightly. His mouth found his mark and he set to licking and soothing the inflamed skin.

Through groggy eyes, you saw Daryl sit up, about to leave the nest. Instinctively you reached for him, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him back.

“Ya need to eat and drink before ya fall asleep,” he explained.

“I’m okay,” you said, content and sated in every way. All you wanted was to sleep next to your mates until the next round began.

Rick nipped at your mark, causing you to yelp at the renewed pain. Simultaneously, a ripple of excitement swept through you, and you almost asked for more.

“Omega,” Rick warned.

You relented, releasing Daryl’s hand. He didn’t go far, just to a small cooler near the stairs. He returned with dried fruit, deer jerky, and two bottles of water.

When he came back to the nest, Daryl knelt beside you, feeding you bites of food and holding the bottle to your lips to make you drink. Behind you, Rick’s stomach grumbled. When he was able, he slipped from you, taking away his warmth and comfort. You watched as he got something to eat, checked the lock on the door, and then retrieved his gun from the floor.

Sitting up and furrowing your brow, you said, “Is he--”

Rick made sure the safety was on his gun before setting it down near the nest. “On the other side of the clearing. Shane and T-Dog got him and his family settled in as far away as possible.”

“So I’m okay?”

Rick sank down onto the nest, pulling you into his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him, you felt Daryl’s hand running along your naked back, comforting you through your bond.

“Omega,” Rick told you, “You have two fiercely protective betas and an officer of the law outside keeping Ed Peletier a hundred yards away. And you know me and Daryl would never let anyone else touch you.”

Rick leaned back, taking you with him until he was laying on the nest with you resting on top of him. Rick wrapped his arms securely around you, but, you couldn’t fully relax. When you’d laid like this with Daryl, you hadn’t been sleeping, just cuddling. Was this okay? Maybe you were too--

“You are not too heavy,” Rick said. 

“But--”

“Hush now,” he soothed, gripping your neck with one hand and putting your nose back on his own scent gland.

Trying to brush these new insecurities aside, you settled in against your mate. Beside you and Rick, Daryl laid down on his back, eventually taking one of your hands in his.

Later, when you woke up, whimpering for a knot, Rick was ready for you.  He slipped his cock inside you while you still laid on top of him, thrusting into you from below.

Daryl took his turn after that, and you were lost to your urges, with no idea what time or even what day it was. Every time you needed them, Rick and Daryl were there, knotting you and praising you, and holding you each time you fell asleep.

*

A few days later.

Carl wasn’t supposed to go outside, but he figured standing on the porch didn’t count as outside. After all, there was still a roof on the porch, and that was inside. Tucked under his arm was a new stuffie that you’d made him, and he was still trying to think of a name.

But it was hard to think with all the yelling between Shane and Mr. Peleteir. Mommy wouldn’t even let him visit Sophia; he just wanted someone to play with.

“Hey, Carl,” Jesus said, approaching the porch. He wasn’t actually Jesus, Carl knew that. He wore a beanie and everyone knew that the real Jesus wore a crown of twigs on his head. At least, that was what was in his picture Bible, so it had to be true.

“Hi,” Carl answered trying to remember his manners. 

Jesus sat on the porch step and patted the spot next to him. So Carl sat down. 

Steps were still inside, he decided.

“Your Dad’ll be out soon, I think.”

“Okay,” Carl said. It had been a few days since he’d seen Daddy, even though he, you, and Daryl were just across the path. Carl knew his dad was an alpha, and Carl hoped he’d be one, too. He wanted to be strong and take care of his family, just like his dad. But Carl also thought it would be boring just sitting with an omega for like, a week, and not going outside to play or even watch TV.

Mr. Peletier started yelling again, and Carl tried to see what was happening, but Jesus asked him what his favorite color was, and Carl couldn’t really figure out what was happening with Sophia’s dad.

The door to the cabin swung open, and Mommy had her hands on her hips.

“Carl, I told you not to go outside!”

Maybe he should have stayed on the porch.

*

Daryl woke up gradually, and realized the cloud of your heat had cleared. His urge to knot you was back to a slow simmer instead of a raging inferno. Beside him, you slept peacefully. Your scent changed once again, no longer signaling your heat and also smelling partially of Rick.

When Daryl had first claimed you, he thought his life was perfect, but now that your bond was truly complete, Daryl relaxed. Surely he should be jealous, territorial, but instead having Rick bonded to you satisfied him in a way he didn’t expect.  Perhaps because you were happy, Daryl was happy. Whatever it was, Daryl knew others wouldn’t understand. Hell, his own pack--well, Merle--had trouble accepting it. What about the strangers Shane had brought into their midst?

Daryl sniffed, his alpha senses working at peak strength. Suddenly, he snarled. That strange alpha was still around. How close, Daryl wasn’t sure.

A loud growl startled him, and Daryl looked toward the abrupt noise. You were waking up and weakly looking around the room.

“Take it easy,” Rick said, now awake, and helped you sit up. You leaned on Rick, eyes bright but tired. He felt your hunger clawing at him through the bond.

‘“What time is it?” Daryl asked, his voice gruff with sleep.

Rick checked his watch. “Six in the morning.”

Neither he nor Rick knew what was happening outside. Was there enough food? Ammo? What about Merle? 

Daryl kissed you softly, and said, “I’m gonna get ya some breakfast. Why doncha get cleaned up and help Rick get a fire goin’ upstairs?”

“'kay,” you mumbled. “Be careful out there.”

He smiled at you softly and said, “What’s yer order?”

“A dozen donuts covered in chocolate icing,” you teased.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Reluctantly, he left the nest, faintly hearing Rick check on you and help you get cleaned up.  

Outside, it was dark and cold. The RV he’d seen for the first time only days ago was parked across the path leading up to the cabins. On top was someone in a lawn chair with a flashlight and a rifle. Except for the rifle, the middle-aged man looked like he stepped out of the the movie On Golden Pond. A beta. Good. Betas were no threat to you or his pack.

"Long time no see, baby brother.”

Daryl spun around to find Merle sitting on the porch, shotgun resting on his lap.

“The hell, Merle!” Daryl exclaimed, hating that Merle had the jump on him. What else had he let slip past him this morning?

“Don’t get yer panties in a bunch. Just keeping an eye on our pack is all."

Daryl huffed. That was as close to a ‘thank you’ Merle was going to get.

“You and Rick gotta do somethin’ ‘bout that Peletier jackass. If he ain’t eyein’ the omegas he’s beatin’ on his wife and kid.”

“Omegas?”

“One of them blondies. The other’s an alpha. Got too many of them, too. You best let ‘em know this is our place, not theirs. Ya hear me?”

“I hear ya,” Daryl said, chewing his thumbnail. That made at least four other alphas, besides him and Rick. It was already too many people to look after. Why in the hell had Shane brought the whole goddamn neighborhood with him?

Too fucking complicated. Too many to feed, too many to keep in line. Too many strangers living right next to him. Next to you.

“Best wash up, ”Merle whispered. Even I can tell ya need a wash. You’ll be scarin’ off all the deer with ya reakin’ of perfume and sweat.”

“Shut up,” Daryl said, and walked away.

In his truck, he found a change of clothes and a bar of soap. Then, in the dark twilight of early morning, he washed up in the stream that ran in a valley behind the cabins. The water was frigid, but not frozen, and the forest woke up around him. Soon the birds that didn’t migrate and the animals that didn’t hibernate would be out, getting their own breakfast and protecting their own nests.  Crossbow in hand, he want on the hunt. 

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[sugarandspite05]

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music

fav genres: rock [folk, psychedelic, glam, indie] metal [alternative, gothic, r&b, funk, nu] + darkwave, shoegaze, synthpop

fav artists: paramore, the warning, wisp, type o negative, bad omens, ethel cain, florence+machine, pastel ghost, sleep token, the crane wives, halsey, nova twins, three days grace, elliot smith, iggy pop, the cure, paradise lost, adele

media

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[angelthefirst1]

The biblical end times - Millennium.

A future vision of the 1000-year reign of Christ. TOWL 103

So, I've always said that TWD is using the bible and very specifically the biblical end time events as a template for the show.

Episode 3 didn't disappoint in giving us some major biblical end times symbolism.

Overall, the whole premise of The Walking Dead is in fact biblical.

The concept is just a reworked version of fallen humanity in need of a saviour/cure.

The Zombies are a representation of fallen humankind, walking around, unaware, that they are the walking dead.

As Rick says, "We're all infected," and death without a cure brings about a state of undying permanent death.

Knowing this is the template they are using can really unlock the symbolism in the show.

It also guarantees that they will eventually bring a cure, through most likely Beth who has been marked as Jesus.

I've already talked about how the CRM rings are a depiction of the Trinity. They are called Borromean rings. They symbolically represent the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. So CRM=God.

103 TOWL gives us a glimpse into a shadow of the future.

We see Rick enter into the "Millennium park"

What is the biblical millennium?

It's described as the thousand year reign of Christ when he returns. It begins after the battle of Armageddon.

The millennium is a time when the earth is restored to a garden of Eden like state. (The beginning is the end, and the end is the beginning)

Hence, the focus here, as Rick is about to enter, is on a garden/park, and it's all powered by the CRM (God)

We even get a representation of the Trinity in the wind turbines powering the garden, all while the millennium park sign is in the background behind Rick.

It's a time of abundance and peace.

Again, the focus when Rick enters is also on the abundance of produce, and yes, we instantly see a Beth (Christ) lookalike.

With French beret...

Jadis gives us more hints about this millennium. She says they have a 500-year plan to remake the world better than before.

To recreate the world and finally beat death.

Since the millennium is known as the 1000-year reign of Christ, and we just saw the millennium sign, plus a Beth (Christ) lookalike. Jadis' "besting death" comment is drawing from this bible verse...

1 Corinthians 15:54-57 O Hades, where is your victory? ' The sting of death is sin, and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.” Jesus Christ has conquered death.

Before Jadis entered into the millennium, she explained that she would take lost souls and give them to the CRM (God).

Now, if you remember back to Daryl Dixon episode 1, it's called Lost Soul (Lame Perdue), and Daryl's journey has very much been a spiritual journey to find Beth, just like he found Isabelle in that lost soul episode.

It's also why the episode Find Me with Leah was all about finding Beth.

or...as Aaron puts it. "Good news."

"I have Good News"

I've mentioned before how Aaron saying the term "good news" right as the music box plays is SIGNIFICANT.

The Gospel of Jesus Christ means Good News.

So, finding Jesus Christ is finding the "good news" and, by extension, Beth. That is why Aaron says those exact words when the music box plays.

Daryl, as the lost soul, is on a journey to find the "Good news." 🎶 🎵 📦

Jadis mentions quite a few more biblical references before the end of the episode, including saying...

"I'm a believer", and "We're the last light of the world" 🌎

We also see the consignee talking with Michonne, saying they are on the doorstep to paradise. (The millennium)

The separation of the sheep 🐑 and the goats 🐐

One other aspect of the millennium they are reworking in TOWL is the theme of the A's and B's.

There are conditions of entry into the millennium kingdom after the battle, and it's known as the separation of the sheep 🐑 and the goats 🐐

The idea of A's and B's comes from this verse...

Matthew 25.31

All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. 33 He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.

34 “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world.

The sheep, the followers, or believers will be granted entry into the Millennium after the battle of Armageddon.

And no surprise, we see Jadis and Rick walk past a sheep 🐑 sign to add another link to the chain.

Goats are not allowed into the kingdom.

In this context, being a goat or "Greatest of all time" indicates a mindset of thinking you are god, and want to be in power, or be the leader.

Which is why Satan fell and got kicked out of heaven in the first place. He wanted to be God...

Isaiah 14.13

You said in your heart, "I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly, on the utmost heights of the sacred mountain. 14 I will ascend above the tops of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High."

It's also why you may have seen Satan represented by the symbolism of a goat 🐐 or Baphomet.

The A & B theme has a dual and opposite meaning.

While we have been presented with its meaning in the show being related to the A's = Strong/leaders and the B's = Survivors/followers.

It's actually another take on the conditions of entry into the millennium kingdom.

Only the B's or Believers will be able to enter and will be the ones who live...

While the A's or Apostates/goats won't be granted entry.

The battle of Armageddon that proceeds the millennium.

The reason it's called the battle of Armageddon is because the battle will take place in the Valley of Megiddo.

You have already seen a depiction of the battle of Armageddon in TWD. You just might not realise it, I'll show you soon...

The battle of Armageddon is where the nations of the earth gather to try and destroy God (CRM)

Revelation 16.14

Demonic spirits, performing signs, who go abroad to the kings of the whole world, to assemble them for battle on the great day of God the Almighty.

‭‭Revelation 16:16

Then they gathered the kings together to the place that in Hebrew is called Armageddon.

In season 9, we saw the last battle against the Saviours, and it was a representation of this battle. The Saviours war was fought in a representation of that valley.

They chose that filming location to depict the Valley of Magiddo.

After the battle, Satan is locked up for the 1000-years.

Here is one verse they are pulling from about Satan, the 1000-year millennium at the end of the battle.

Revelation 20.1-6

And he seized the dragon, that ancient serpent, who is the devil and Satan, and bound him for a thousand years, and threw him into the pit, and shut it and sealed it over him, so that he might not deceive the nations any longer, until the thousand years were ended.

So... Satan is bound and locked up for the 1000 years (goats won't enter) after the battle of Armageddon, which he loses.

After the war with The Saviours, who got locked up and spent a long time locked away in the "pit"?

Negan!

Yes, Negan was symbolically Satan. His weapon of choice is called Lucille, a play on Lucifer.

Not long after that battle, and Negan getting locked up, Rick gets taken away into the millennium...

Now, just like Negan was let out of prison, Satan, too, is released after a long period of time.

‭‭Revelation 20:7 When the thousand years are over, Satan will be released from his prison.

So, Negan getting out of prison was a rework of Satan getting released.

Thoughts on...

The cure - Echelon - Phamakon - Mark of the Beast.

The Echelon briefing will be related to a cure, and it's connected to pharmakeia or pharmacy (a drug).

Again, as I've mentioned, we are repeating seasons 1 and 5 combined.

The CDC in season 1 of TWD, was a failed hope for a pharmacological cure that ends up burning.

Whereas season 5 gave us Beth as Christ sacrificing her blood.

As i mentioned above, Jesus defeats death. Is the cure through death and blood sacrifice, and in the show that will come through Beth.

That cure will grant entry into the millennial kingdom.

So there will be two "cures" presented. One will be real, and one will be fake or poison, as Major Beale said to Rick.

Phamakon means cure AND poison, and they are related to the word pharmacy.

The thing is, if the biblical end times is the template they're following, and it is, then there is another kingdom at play here, the Millennial Kingdom of Christ and the other kingdom is the kingdom of the beast.

The kingdom of the beast is the ruling kingdom prior to the millennium, it's this kingdom that causes the world to come and fight against God in the battle of Armageddon.

The two kingdoms are mirror inverted images of each other.

The other condition of entry into the millennium is to have NOT taken the Mark of the Beast - the mark of the Antichrist.

Revelation 20.4

I saw thrones on which were seated those who had been given authority to judge. And I saw the souls of those who had been beheaded because of their testimony about Jesus and because of the word of God. They had not worshiped the beast or its image and had not received its mark on their foreheads or their hands. They came to life and reigned with Christ a thousand years.

The mark of the beast is forced on all people of the world prior to the battle of Armageddon...

‭‭Revelation 13:17

And it makes everyone — small and great, rich and poor, free and slave — to receive a mark on his right hand or on his forehead, so that no one can buy or sell unless he has the mark: the beast’s name or the number of its name.

During the kingdom of the beast or the Antichrist kingdom, if you don't receive the Mark of the Beast, you won't be able to buy and sell, and you will be killed. Ultimately you won't be a part of the Antichrist Kingdom if you don't bow the knee and become a follower.

Its the inverse to the millennium kingdom where you will also have to be a follower.

The conditions of entry are almost identical into each kingdom but one will bring a real cure while one bring a poison.

The Kingdom of the antichrist also has a trinity, it includes the Antichrist, the beast and the false prophet.

Antichrist kingdom ♾️ Millennial kingdom.

This episode (103) is called "Bye", a callback to Beth's "Glad I didn't say goodbye" remark, but it's also a hint at buying and selling aka the mark of the beast.

Here we see in the millennial kingdom a sign depicting buying, selling and trading, of the abundance of produce available to those who were granted entry into the kingdom. The condition of entry again was to take the real cure and be a follower of the real Christ (Beth)

In complete opposition and fulfillment of beginning to end, the beast kingdom will only allow in those who bow to the fake cure and the fake Christ, but it's a poison...

When Major Beale mentioned Pharmakon, my eyes 👀 flew out of my head because of this verse from the book of Revelation...

Rev 18.23

‭‭The light of a lamp will never shine in you again; and the voice of a groom and bride will never be heard in you again. All this will happen because your merchants were the nobility of the earth, because all the nations were deceived by your sorcery.

The word “sorcery” used here is translated from the Greek word pharmakeia. This is where we get our word pharmacy.

The bible mentions powerful people using Pharmacy and deceiving the whole world just before the millennium.

So, while a pharmacy drug will be presented as a cure, it will actually be a deception. Like Major Beale said, Pharmakon cure is poison.

Revelation 19.20

And the beast was captured, and with it the false prophet who in its presence had done the signs by which he deceived those who had received the mark of the beast and those who worshiped its image. These two were thrown alive into the lake of fire that burns with sulfur.

Just like in season one at the CDC, it's false hope of a cure burns. 🔥 🔥 🔥 Along with the mark of the beast.

We did get two hints at the CDC, one of the real cure and one of the fake cure BTW.

Dr Jenner says a blood test is the condition of entry.

So...blood is the condition of entry 🤔 that will come through the blood of Christ.

We see a representation of this with Andrea (Beth) giving blood. She's the only one we actually see giving blood.

We also saw a representation of the fake cure and it's end result. When Dr Jenner locks them in the CDC he presses 3 digits on a keypad.

999

‭‭Revelation 13:18

This calls for wisdom: Let the one who has understanding calculate the number of the beast, because it is the number of a person. Its number is 666.

Him locking them in (The beast Kingdom) activates the self destruction that leads to the CDC burning.

Revelation 19.20

And the beast was captured, and with it the false prophet who in its presence had done the signs by which he deceived those who had received the mark of the beast and those who worshiped its image. These two were thrown alive into the lake of fire that burns with sulfur.

It is not a coincidence that the outbreak that causes the end of the world, began with a drug in the form of an injection...and the CDC burns 🔥 after a failed attempt at a cure.

💉 👀 beginning to end.

Now, this show likes to repeat, reverse, and invert the story over and over.

They are giving a mix of this end time symbolism to both the good guys and the bad guys deliberately.

But we will eventually see all groups come together to fight the CRM.

We are on a collision course with a bigger, badder, and better version of that battle of Armageddon, but this time with Beth included.

Because yes, this story is still all about her.

I liken her to the Holy Ghost of the Trinity right now. Because even though she's not present on the show, if you're aware, she's influencing every aspect of it.

Jesus Christ (Beth) is coming soon.

✝️ ❎️ 🩸🐑🐐🩸💉♾️💉🩸🐐🐑🩸❎️✝️

[enchantedlov3r]

My wonky text messages for the characters shown💓

-OBX💓

-Rafe💓

-John b💓

-JJ Maybank💓

-Pope Heyward💓

-john b and jj💓

-TWD💓

-Rick Grimes💓

-Daryl Dixon💓

-Rickly💓 ( rick & daryl )

-ASTV💓

-Miguel O' Hara💓

-PJO💓 (the series)

-Luke Castellan💓

-You n Luke's banter/funny moments ft.Percy

-Percy Jackson💓 (sfw only)

-TSITP💓

-Conrad Fisher💓

-Jeremiah Fisher💓

-Steven Conklin💓

-TLOU2💓

-Joel Miller💓

-Tommy Miller💓

-Ellie Williams💓

-nsfw needy messages

-funny messages

BONUS CHARACTERS:

-Austin Butler💓

-Glen powells characters💓

-Jacearys Velaryon💓

-Callum Turner💓

-Steve Rogers💓

-Bucky Barnes💓

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[holylulusworld]

I know this has been asked before but I swear I can never find the links of the post of you answering other people. But I just need all of your plus size/ chubby reader 😽🫶 . I love your stories so much and I can’t wait for more, I was just curious to all the other ones you have because I’m never able to find any 🤧🤧.

Hi lovely! I try to list all chubby/curvy/plus-sized reader stories here (any fandom):

MARVEL

(including oder CEvans / SebStan characters)

Steve Rogers:

The assistant masterlist (CEvans characters)

Big girls don’t cry masterlist (AU)

A fresh start masterlist

The captain at a sex shop (also short reader)

Weakling (a/b/o)

Ransom Drysdale:

Once (1) & its sequels Twice, Thrice, Four times & Five times (a/b/o)

His maid

Trust fund prick

Lee Bodecker:

Snuggle Time

Red-Handed

Bucky Barnes:

You are beautiful masterlist

Burned Muffins & its sequels Burned Cookies & Burned Pancakes It's more implied in the 1st chapter that she's plus-sized in this one)

Best night of your life & its sequel Best night of your life (2) (AU)

Fratboys forever? masterlist (AU)

Chubby Bee 🐝 (AU)

The mobster’s cook & its sequels The mobster’s girl, The mobster’s wife (AU)

Tony Stark:

Obsession Stark Style

Fake Diamond

Multichars:

The Fitness Pack masterlist  (Steve Rogers; Sam Wilson; Bucky Barnes, Thor Odinson - they all got a separate story - no poly)

Stucky:

Clingy Love (a/b/o)

Chris Evans:

The heat is on masterlist (a/b/o)

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SPN

Dean Winchester:

The new neighbor (a/b/o)

Broken Word Masterlist (AU)

His meaty mouse masterlist (AU)

911 for love Masterlist (Cop AU)

The Italian touch Masterlist

Foody Queen & its sequel His Foody Queen (AU)

Auction of love (AU/a/b/o)

Granny is the best (AU/a/b/o)

No friend of mine

Low

He’s my man

Ashamed

Sexy Suits

Family bonds

The back-up plan

Sharing Showers

The talk

Breaking your heart was never my intention

The DUFF (AU) it's implied that she's chubby - hence the title duff

Alone, together & its sequel Together, again (AU)

Sam Winchester:

Cocky matchmaker (Sam Winchester)

Soulless Instinct (Soulless!Sam Winchester - a/b/o)

John Winchester:

The Roommate masterlist (AU John Winchester)

Others:

Beautiful Mine (Cain - a/b/o)

Sam/Reader/Dean:

Our Girl Masterlist (AU / poly - no Wincest)

Never be your sexy girl (poly - no Wincest)

Jensen Ackles:

The back-up plan

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DC

Sex you up (Henry Cavill)

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THE BOYS

Dumbass stalker masterlist (Soldier Boy)

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TWD

Negan:

You belong to me

Physical Education (AU)

His favorite (Negan - a/b/o)