#twd glenn

[grimesgirll]

it all started when glenn caught you checking out maggie.

your eyes had been glued to her form, not just enjoying the view of her ass from behind but her figure as she made her way to help rick with the new tractor they’d salvaged. maggie had no idea that you were doing your best at lip reading every word and catching every mundane detail. you had no idea glenn was watching.

he’s returning from the showers to maggie in their tent in the yard, getting ready for bed when he breaches the subject. the man is half expecting to get some backlash on why his eyes were on the girl from woodbury in the first place but he’s wildly surprised to hear, “you too?”

apparently maggie had caught you in action herself. breath caught in your throat, you’d been letting your eyes linger a little too long on the way glenn’s hands gripped around the rake he was using to clear up the fields after a gusty rainstorm.

none of you thought that a joke from maggie about the length of your shorts would end up with your head in between her thighs.

what you thought had been playful banter turned into a threeway makeout session against the toolshed followed by you all crashing into their tent, and a quest to rid you of your panties. hands on the front and back of your legs, the couple didn’t waste any time - not with you so eager. maggie’s making fun of your blush when she maneuvers a finger around to find you revved up and ready to go, but glenn’s pants are only tightening.

the barrage of open mouthed kisses and fingers tangling in your hair almost distract you from maggie weaseling another finger inside of you.

“such a pretty girl,” glenn is whispering into your hair from behind. a hand lays claim on your tit, squeezing and doling out pleasure even as his girlfriend picks up her pace.

“gonna have to keep quiet if you wanna come, sweet girl,” maggie advises and suddenly you’re reminded of the sunny afternoon right outside the tent flap.

maggie and glenn share a look that you don’t quite recognize yet. it’s like there’s some couple’s wavelength that you’re not on that has glenn starting on his pants and maggie ridding you of your tank top.

and just like that, your mouth is encompassing glenn’s head as he hisses, “fuck.” your cheeks hollow like it’s a setting triggered by his cock, sliding further down your throat.

“such a good girl for us,” maggie proves with a thrust of her fingers. “sayin’ yes without hesitatin’. you like watchin’ us. we’re gonna love watchin’ you come.”

you can’t complain and you have no reason to. maggie’s fingers are working out a much needed massage on your most tender muscles. a third finger has you moaning around glenn, and with every noise from you, his hands find your hair, stroking and petting as you swallow around him. he’s only tensing and throbbing in your mouth even more at the filthiness of it all; maggie’s fingers stuffed up your cunt and his cock stuffed down your throat.

a gag has him shooting his hips nearly into your face. you - in turn - grind up and down on maggie’s fingers. her lips are pressing instructions to “just wait” against your skin. it’d be easier to “just wait” if she wasn’t rubbing such precise circles into your clit - motions that you didn’t even know you liked.

the new touches and sensations are overwhelming you. you’re almost happy glenn is angling impossibly down your airway because otherwise, you’d be loud enough to provide an inappropriate work environment for everyone in the fields. you only grow louder as the woman twisting her nimble fingers inside of you doesn’t relent. you’d beg if it wouldn’t be so muffled around glenn’s cock.

vibration after vibration echoes against glenn’s length anyways. when he looks down at you, base of him in hand, he thinks you have to be the sweetest boon to ever have fallen into his lap.

he’s even more impressed when his girlfriend declares that you’re “close” and he’s getting a front row seat for how you absolutely fall apart in the wake of your orgasm. your reddened face has to be cherry now. lips swollen around glenn, all you can do is whimper when the digits extracting every ounce of pleasure they can, curl and guide you through the wet, squirming release pulsing around maggie’s fingers.

glenn spilling down your throat and maggie removing her fingers give you a break from the physical overwhelm.

your mouth isn’t ready for a break just yet though. not when you’re making the executive decision to wipe whatever’s left of glenn from your lips and settle down between maggie’s pillowy thighs, shushing her “but”s when you lower her denim shorts and sage panties.

maggie’s green eyes are flickering between yours and glenn’s. glenn is no doubt sitting back, enjoying the love of his life getting eaten out just like she deserved to after a hard morning of work in the sun. you’d had him down your throat just mere minutes ago but the sight of you so furiously bent on getting his girl off has him bricking up again.

the feel of maggie’s hands in your hair is remiscent of glenn’s and each time she tugs your strands, you’re nosing deeper. you don’t care that your face is covered in maggie’s arousal by this point. you’d be in awe of the couple; glenn’s side swept hair and maggie’s delicious demeanor - and her derrière.

tongue flattened against her entrance, you lap up maggie as if her pussy were pure nectar of the gods. her heaving exhales are. it’s all the confirmation that you need that the pattern you’re drawing with your tongue lights up every pleasure receptor in her. fingers grow harsher, a tug to match every taunting lick.

before you know it, maggie’s sweet release is filling your mouth.

even maggie can’t help but let out a few choice words and some huffy praises of, “good girl” and “what a mouth.”

glenn can’t help but look at you with an open mouth because god, you look cute with your nose covered in her slick.

there’s not enough time for maggie to laugh at her boyfriend or for you to get all flustered - not if the three of you want to work a nap into your day before dinner.

you happily accept their invitation and glenn straightens out their mussed up sleeping arrangements. he finds you a pillow, passing it to you and placing one last eager kiss on your lips before pulling his girlfriend into his arms, not unlike how she grabs you next. maggie’s kissing the top of your head and you’re forgetting all about the empty bunk back in your cell, blissed out enough to relax your head against her chest and let the sounds of the cicadas chirp you to sleep.

[etclouie]

kinktober day one - overstimulation 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: a break in tedious chores around the prison gave you and Glenn some alone time (Glenn Rhee x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: prison era

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut with plot, overstimulation, handjob, sub! glenn, poorly written smut (forgive i beg), he’s encouraging of being overstimulated (if this makes sense), not the most extreme overstimulation, lmk if i missed any!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 1.2k

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: first thing i’m actually writing for glenn, also first piece of smut i’ve wrote🫣 (wrote this in july)

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you’d started dating Glenn before the outbreak, your bond close as time went on. staying by his side the whole time, sharing a cell during the groups stay at the prison. 

most of the group were either out on a run, or fixing the gates of the prison - all apart from Beth taking care of the children, something she grew to love. 

you’d been on fence duty, but on break now. getting a drink and heading back to the cells to find your boyfriend, Glenn, in your single shared bunk. 

a look of puzzling and disdain painted across his face, a look you knew all too well. saddling up next to him in the bunk and resting your head on his shoulder, mumbling out softly to him. 

“you need a hand?”

he tilted his head towards you at your question, pressing a kiss to your forehead before wrapping his left arm around your shoulders, holding you close as he murmured out. 

“been awhile, need you”

his voice had the hint of a whine to it, desperation seeping out through his words while he pulled you closer, hands moving to cradle your face before pulling you into a kiss.

starting soft and simple at first before he deepened it, his tongue swiping along your bottom lip asking for entrance. moans pushing past his lips while your tongue swirled against his, arms wrapping around his neck. 

both of you pulling away panting after a minute, his needy demeanour worsening by the second. 

chuckling to yourself at his state, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before sinking to your knees between his already spread legs. 

hands reaching up to grab at his belt, his gaze locked on yours as your hands fiddled with the leather. hearing the clink of the buckle work itself open, and pulling it from the loops of his jeans. 

glancing up to meet his hooded gaze, eyes droopy as he watched your ministrations. nimble fingers moving to tug at his zip, the sound of the teeth separating filled the small cell. 

his hips lifting to assist you pull off his jeans, a visible bulge forming in his boxers. thumbs eagerly hooking into the elastic waistband to pull them off, pressing kisses along his thigh as a whine pushed past his lips as the cool air hit his hardening cock. 

leaning up to capture his lips with yours in a chaste kiss, pulling away an inch to grasp at his reaction, his right hand cradling your face while his left fisted his cock. 

watching his head lull back and soft groans spill from his lips, his hands leaving your face to reach for your own hand, replacing his hand on his cock with your own, working it along his length and listening to him whine lowly. 

your hand moving from base to tip, and twisting on the upstroke, his hips bucking up into your touch, admiring his cock with a certain fondness to it. his tip flushed an angry red colour, while it leaked pearly beads of pre-cum - he was simply desperate for you at the moment. 

you’d both obviously been intimate before, but due to the various jobs needing done around the prison, it spared little to no time to be intimate together. 

the look scrawled across Glenn’s face was all too familiar, he was pent up and desperate for a release - he was simply putty in your hands at the time being, willing to succumb to whatever you gave him. 

your hand continuing its pace along his length, his girth pulsing desperately in your touch while his head lulled back. leaning back on his elbows and his back arching, all blood rushing to and through his cock as his head felt heavy. 

eyes hooded and his mouth hung ajar before lifting his head to look down at you, whines and grunts spilling from his lips as mumbled words tumbled out. 

“close, oh fuck”

he only ever swore when he was pent up and desperate for release, hand continuing along his length as the head of him leaked with more precum. 

pressing a soft kiss to his knee in silent approval, his hips bucking up into your touch as his moans grew louder and whinier, cock pulsing in your hand as his climax hit him. 

rope after rope of cum spilling from him, hand continuing to work along his aching girth. cooing softly as more whines began to spill from his lips, hips jutting up into your touch and his head lulling further back. 

your hand and his lower stomach coated in his release, meeting his gaze as his head slowly nodded up and down - urging you to continue your previous ministrations. 

one thing you knew for a fact from dating Glenn for so long, was that after his first orgasm he grew sensitive, so sensitive to the point that if you continued on it would push him into overstimulation territory. 

you’d ventured into multiple rounds before, always ending in Glenn being overworked and over sensitive. the first time was an accident, through a premature end on his part; too caught up in pleasing you that his own climax spiked too quickly for him to control. 

keeping his over-sensitivity in mind as your hand slowly continued along his dick, eyes locked on his face to grasp at his reactions. his eyes screwed shut and his bottom lip tugged between his teeth, the sound of his breathing growing heavier filled your shared cell before being replaced with your soft voice. 

“if it gets too much let me know, okay?”

his head lifted heavily, mumbling out a muffled “mhm” causing your hand to still around him. whines of protest spilling from his lips and his hips weakly bucking up into your hand, trying to continue your hands movements. 

one rule you both had was to use your words, always. so his mumble wouldn’t do, not when you were treading into overstimulation territory with him. 

“use your words Glenn”

the sentence had his mind reeling, coherency filling his thoughts and words spilling from his mouth without hesitation, fully dependent on needing your hand to continue. 

“yeah, yes, i’ll let you know. please continue, need it”

his breathless plead was all you needed, pressing another soft kiss to the closet part of him you could reach before continuing. 

you knew he’d be close again, it never took too long after the first one. your hand continuing along the length of him while he throbbed in your grasp, shallow moans of your name pushing past his lips. 

his hips lifting off of the bunk, chasing after every touch your hand could provide. shuddering moans spilled from his lips as his cock jutted in your hold, the coil in his stomach snapped and his release spilled over your hand once more. 

spurt after spurt pooling in your palm as you worked him through his climax, whining loudly as the overstimulation started to kick in more than it already had. 

hips pulling away from your touch and an arm thrown across his face, his cheeks tinged a rosy colour as his mind fell blank. any and all worries of the outside world fading momentarily while you took care of him. 

sitting back on your knees to watch him, hands completely pulled away from him as his now softening cock rested against his right thigh. 

“let’s get you cleaned up and then we can cuddle, what’d you say?”

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[empanadasdepinos]

bring my boy back RIGHT NOW.

[wimsypisces]

i need to rewatch twd just to feel something

[yoursecretadmires]

When I read to much fanfic (X Reader). Now I can't rewatch the same tv series without imagine the reader in that shows

[taylormarieee]

~My First Kinktober!~

~I'm so excited because this is my first Kinktober! Im a couple of months new to tumblr so I wanted to make an impact by doing and participating in this so I hope you all enjoy just as much as I will!

Edit: So I changed this whole thing because sadly I was not prepared for Kinktober and it was not my best so, Maybe Next year!

Credit to- @cafekitsune for the pumpkin dividers

~Week 1~

✨-Dacryphilia -Rick Grimes ✨-BlowJob -Shane Walsh ✨-Handjob -Glenn Rhee ✨-Thigh Riding -Rick Grimes ✨-Oral -Carl Grimes ✨-Daddy Kink -Miguel O'Hara ~Week 2~ ✨-In Public -Rick Grimes ✨-Knife Kink -Daryl Dixon ✨-Fingering -Carl Grimes

✨-Size Difference

-Miguel O'Hara

[carlsangel]

MATCH UPS ARE BACK

THE WALKING DEAD

STATUS: CLOSED

i’m opening match ups back up for all twd characters!!!! so anyone who hasn’t gotten one can get a chance if they’d like!!! (i won’t write another for someone who’s already received one.)

so you could always go back and look at my original post (here) for this but i’m making a new one, just because i have some new stuff i’m adding.

REQUIREMENTS: for a match up i ask that you are following my blog!! also i WILL NOT be writing for anons, im sorry!!!

WHAT TO EXPECT: so i’ll be adding a bit more this time!! you will get your twd match, the usual 3-4 headcanons and a small drabble that also comes with a banner to fit the vibe, but i’ll also go a little more in depth. i’ll tell you how i think you would’ve met your match as well as a runner up and random facts about your relationship.

WHAT TO SEND: PLEASE SPECIFY WHAT GENDER MATCH UP YOURE LOOKING FOR! i do ask that you try to be super super descriptive on your personality AT LEAST, i really need stuff to work with. tell me your physical description (things like your eyes or hair, anything you want focused on in the drabble. you can send photo refs if you’re comfortable, picrews, art, wtv).

you can send your personality types or zodiac signs, your favorite things, your love language, literally anything that defines you as a person i can work with. if you give me short and undetailed descriptions, it wont be easy for me to match you with someone and it may be inaccurate and will take longer for me to write.

NOTICE!!!: i will not be writing any smut for these match ups, everything will be safe for work. i won’t write for anons because i don’t reply to asks regarding match ups, i feel weird putting people’s information out there. if you send me a reference photo, it won’t be posted as every time i write a match up, after it’s completed and posted, i delete the ask from my inbox.

go ham but not too ham cuz i’ll cry. they won’t be posted one by one i hope, instead it’ll be all written and then i’ll post them over the course of a certain amount of time, probably a week. ok i love you bye!!!

[honorrry]

BOOM

Doodles drop again

WITH NEW EPIC BRUSH

[kookiekult]

my two little babies ☹️

IM CATCHING UP ON REQUESTS GUYS TRUST 👹👹

Requested by: @hiro--aoki 😋

[lubbybarry]

Hey walker bait

[b1xi]

𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧

Glenn rhee x reader

Word count:3752

Warninig: fluff, dead, blood

Pt2 , Pt3

You ran as fast as your legs would allow, stumbling up the stairs while trying not to fall. Behind you, the growls and gasps of the creatures—those who were once your neighbors—roared loudly, almost deafeningly. The upper floors offered no solace; the walls were splattered with blood, silent witnesses to a recent massacre. The air was thick, heavy with death and despair, and each step brought you closer to the unknown, to a possible trap or, perhaps, an unlikely salvation.

By the time you reached the fifth floor, the situation had become even more macabre. Two of those monsters, turned into insatiable predators, were devouring the mangled body of someone you had likely known in life. Horror gripped you; a scream formed in your throat, but you stifled it by covering your mouth with a trembling hand. You knew that the slightest noise could condemn you. There was no time for mourning or compassion. There was only one mission: survival.

Desperately, you looked around for an escape. The growls were getting closer. With no other options, you slipped into an apartment with an ajar door. Once inside, you moved cautiously, your hands gripping the small knife you carried, a pitiful defense but at least something to make you feel somewhat protected.

The living room showed no obvious signs of violence, except for some bloodstains that extended into the bathroom. You took a deep breath and headed for the kitchen, your heart pounding in your chest, searching for anything that might be useful. After a few minutes, you had gathered a small stash: cans of food, soda crackers, snacks, and water. It wasn't much, but it could make the difference between life and death. As you rummaged through the drawers for something more useful, a particular sound startled you.

The sharp cry of a baby broke the silence, coming from one of the rooms at the back. You stood still for a moment, trying to convince yourself that you had imagined it, but the crying persisted. You knew ignoring it wasn't an option. With hesitant steps, you moved towards the source of the sound, stopping in front of a door decorated with a small heart-shaped sign bearing the name "Alice." You pushed the door gently, revealing a pink-painted nursery, filled with drawings and toys scattered on the floor.

In the center of the room stood a white crib, and there, wrapped in blankets, a baby cried inconsolably. Her little face was reddened from the effort of crying, seeking attention, company... protection.

"Damn it," you whispered, this time with more resignation than fear. You looked around, hoping that at any moment someone—perhaps the baby's mother—would come running through the door. But no one came. Anxiety gripped your chest. You knew leaving little Alice there was a certain death sentence. The baby's cries already resonated as an open call to the monsters prowling the building.

With no other options, you took the baby in your arms. Her crying was desperate and incessant, and each passing second made you imagine that the things outside were drawing closer, attracted by the noise. As you rocked her gently back and forth, her sobs began to calm. Her tiny hands clung tightly to your shirt, and gradually, the crying turned into soft whimpers until, finally, it ceased. You sighed with relief, but the tension didn't fully dissipate. Every second was crucial.

You left the room with stealthy steps, Alice wrapped in your arms. The silence of the apartment was oppressive, and the feeling of being watched never left you. Keeping your gaze upwards, you walked down the hallway, vainly searching for any sign of life in the other rooms. But there was nothing. The place seemed deserted.

The bathroom, however, caught your attention. The door was locked, but through the gap beneath it, a faint beam of light filtered in. Something or someone was on the other side. You approached cautiously and pressed your ear against the wood, and horror overwhelmed you. A low, menacing growl resonated from inside, followed by a rasping sound: claws scratching the door.

You instinctively recoiled, fear freezing your blood. Whatever was trapped inside was not human. There was no doubt. Those creatures had reached this place, and surely whoever was locked in there would find a way out soon.

You quickly considered your options, aware that you couldn’t stay. The building was no longer safe, and probably neither was the city. Chaos was spreading like an uncontrollable fire. There was no alternative but to flee before nightfall made the streets even more dangerous. The creatures became more active at dusk, and the cover of darkness would only increase their numbers.

With trembling hands, you found a larger bag and filled it with essentials: supplies, some clean clothes, and everything you might need to care for your new companion, Alice. You fashioned an improvised sling and secured her gently against your chest. Her calm breathing contrasted with your own racing heart.

Leaving the building was easier than you had imagined. The creatures were scattered, hunting on other floors or in the streets. Moving with stealth and determination, you made your way to your car, parked not far from the main entrance. With Alice secured to your chest, you quickly got in and started the engine.

Three weeks had passed since you left the city. Those days felt like an endless nightmare. The first two weeks had been particularly exhausting: the roads were blocked with abandoned cars and wandering corpses, and you had no choice but to continue on foot. You walked through forests, taking shortcuts when you could, though it only heightened your paranoia. The constant crunching of leaves under your feet, the distant sounds of the infected, and the ever-present danger of being surprised kept you on high alert.

Dealing with Alice was another challenge. The baby cried incessantly, her relentless hunger forcing you to stop more often than you would have liked. Sometimes, you could only pray to find a safe place to rest. Sleeping was not an easy option; every nighttime noise, every shadow moving in the dark, was a potential threat.

As you pressed on, the physical and mental exhaustion began to take its toll. You wondered how much longer you could keep going. Alice needed more than you could offer alone. However, as if some higher power had heard your silent pleas, things changed the day you encountered the group.

It happened while you were exploring an abandoned house, desperate for food or diapers for Alice. Hunger and exhaustion were becoming unbearable, and each step felt like a burden. Entering a dusty room, the air thick with humidity and mildew, you were struck by the emptiness. The weight of reality hit you hard: there was nothing. You leaned against the wall for a moment, struggling against despair.

That’s when you saw him: a rugged man with a face hardened by life, holding a crossbow with an unsettling firmness. You had no idea how long he had been there, watching you. Instinctively, you stepped back, raising your hands in a gesture of surrender. The cold steel of his gaze pierced through you, and fear took hold. You were cornered, unsure if this encounter would mean the end.

The man did not lower his weapon but took a step closer, studying your every move. “Are you from the city?” he asked in a deep, authoritative voice. His tone made it clear that he was used to taking control of situations. His eyes quickly scanned the space behind you, as if expecting someone else to emerge from behind you. But he saw nothing.

The lump in your throat made it hard to speak, and for a moment, you thought your legs might give way. You could only nod, hoping it would be enough to placate him. The man kept his gaze fixed on you, evaluating, measuring every detail.

“Are you alone, or is there someone else with you?” he asked again, not softening his tone. Before you could answer, a second man appeared in the room. He was younger, with Asian features, and seemed to be with the first, as the latter showed no surprise upon seeing him. The younger man carried another weapon, though his posture

“There’s no one with me,” you managed to say, your voice trembling as you tried to stay calm. But at that moment, you felt Alice shift in the carrier, as if she was about to wake up. The faint movement of the baby immediately caught both men’s attention.

The younger Asian man slowly lowered his weapon, his expression softening as he assessed the situation. There was something in his gaze, perhaps empathy, or maybe just exhaustion. The crossbow man, however, did not immediately change his expression. His eyes dropped to the small bundle against your chest, and for a moment, the tension in the room became unbearable.

“Is that… a baby?” the young man murmured, incredulous. It seemed he hadn’t seen something so small and delicate in a long time.

You nodded once more, unconsciously tightening your hold on Alice, trying to protect her as best as you could. “Yes… it’s just her and me,” you replied with more confidence than you actually felt.

“What’s your name?” asked the young Asian man, his voice softer than the armed man’s.

“My name is Y/N, and she is Alice,” you answered, feeling a slight calm beginning to settle inside you. You gently stroked Alice’s back, trying to keep her calm. Still, you couldn’t ignore the discomfort caused by the young man’s continuous gaze.

“I’m Glenn, and this is Daryl,” Glenn introduced himself, taking a step toward you and extending a friendly hand. Although you appreciated the gesture, you opted to keep your distance, your survival instinct still on high alert. Glenn noticed your hesitation and lowered his hand, not offended but maintaining his friendly tone.

Daryl, however, had not entirely lowered his guard. His crossbow was still ready, though now aimed at the ground. The tension in his jaw and the coldness in his eyes kept you on edge. The air felt dense, heavy, as if something could go wrong at any moment.

Glenn placed a firm but calm hand on Daryl’s shoulder, trying to ease the situation. “Calm down, she’s not a threat. Look at her, she’s alone with a baby. Let her breathe.” His conciliatory tone managed to soften Daryl’s stance a bit.

Daryl exhaled slowly and finally lowered the crossbow completely, though not without issuing one last warning. “Alright. But I recommend you get out of here before nightfall. It’s not safe to be out in the woods at this hour, especially with a child.” His tone made it clear that he was giving advice rather than making a threat.

You nodded quickly, aware that you didn’t have many options left. The sun was beginning to set, and although you had survived until now, you knew you couldn’t keep going alone for much longer. The city had been hell, and now the forest was proving to be just as dangerous.

“Listen, Y/N,” Glenn interrupted, his voice much softer, almost a whisper. “We have a camp not too far from here. It’s not much, but it’s well-protected, and we have supplies.” His eyes, which had been cautious before, now reflected something more. Empathy, perhaps. “You don’t have to keep wandering alone. You could stay with us. Alice would be safer there.”

His words resonated in your mind. The offer seemed too good to be true, but desperation was beginning to take over. You glanced at Alice, feeling her small, warm, and vulnerable body against yours, and realized you could no longer afford to keep testing your luck. The walkers outside would show no mercy, and you knew you’d soon run out of strength.

“I don’t want to cause any trouble,” you said, unsure. Although Glenn’s offer seemed sincere, something inside you still doubted. You had seen the worst of people in recent days, and distrust had become second nature.

“You won’t be a problem,” Glenn replied with a kind smile. “There are more people at the camp, and we’re all in this together. We can’t promise you an easy life, but we can offer you safety and some peace. At least, for a while.”

You looked at Daryl, searching for any sign that the proposal was genuine, but his expression remained impassive, as hard as a rock. However, by not objecting to Glenn’s offer, he seemed to be giving his tacit consent.

Finally, you nodded, letting a little relief seep into your thoughts. “Alright. I’ll go with you.”

After what felt like hours of walking, you finally descended a hill and before you was a scene that, in another time, would have been a mundane sight: an improvised camp with cars and a trailer. However, now, amidst the chaos, it represented a refuge, a possibility of rest, and perhaps, safety.

Glenn turned to you, noticing your exhaustion. “We’re almost there. It’s better than being out there, believe me.” He smiled, a mix of relief and concern in his gaze. Daryl, for his part, kept his distance, still vigilant with his crossbow ready, though he had stopped aiming it directly at you. He seemed to trust Glenn more than the situation.

As you emerged from the dense forest, the camp Glenn had mentioned became visible through the trees. With each step, your legs felt heavier, and the sweltering heat made sweat trickle down your forehead and body. Glenn briefly stopped to check that you were still following, offering a supportive smile, while Daryl, in his own way, stayed alert, his crossbow always at the ready.

Finally, you reached a small clearing in the forest and turned left. That’s when you saw it: the camp. Just as Glenn had said, there was a trailer blocking a slope, and next to it, a smoldering campfire. Near the campfire, a picnic table and several chairs formed an improvised circle. A bit farther away, several tents were grouped around a small path cutting through the vegetation. The place looked humble but safe.

You had taken only a few steps when a burly man with an expression of both alertness and distrust approached quickly. “What’s going on, Glenn?” he asked in a deep, firm voice. He was Shane, who seemed to be leading the group at that moment.

Glenn raised a hand to calm him. “Everything’s fine, Shane. She’s from the city. She’s alone… and has a baby.”

Shane cast a quick glance at Alice, his expression softening slightly before turning back to you. “Alone, you say?”

“Yes, we checked,” Daryl interjected, finally lowering the crossbow but not taking his analytical gaze off you.

“Well, it’s better to talk to the rest,” Shane said in a less aggressive but still firm tone. “Lori and Carol are with the kids; maybe they can help with the baby.”

You observed several people engaged in various activities. Two blonde women, one clearly older than the other, were sitting and cleaning what you assumed were freshly caught fish. Further along, a dark-skinned woman was resting next to a burly man with a serious expression, who was relaxing in one of the chairs near the campfire. On top of the trailer, an older man with a fishing hat kept a calm watch from his position, holding a rifle firmly, as if he might need it at any moment. To your right, you noticed a Latino man and another taller man wearing a cap, checking a couple of cars.

Glenn, who stayed by your side, gave you a reassuring glance before speaking. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the group.” He took a few steps forward, guiding you toward a pair of women sitting at an old picnic table.

“Hi, girls,” Glenn greeted with his usual friendly tone. “I want to introduce you to Y/N.” He made a hand gesture indicating for you to come closer.

The tall woman with brown hair, holding her son on her lap, looked up with a warm smile. “Hello,” she said as she stood up kindly. “I’m Lori, and this is my son, Carl.” She extended a friendly hand towards you, her smile genuine, as if trying to offer you some of the peace you were missing at that moment. You shook her hand in return.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Glenn then turned to the woman next to her, who had a more reserved appearance but a calm presence. “And these are Carol and her daughter, Sophia,” Glenn continued, pointing to the little blonde girl playing with a rag doll.

Carol looked up with a discreet but warm smile. “Nice to meet you, Y/N,” she said softly, while Sophia looked at you with shyness, hugging her doll a bit tighter.

Lori noticed the small sleeping bundle in your arms, and her face softened even more. “Is that… your baby?” she asked delicately, as if trying not to invade your personal space.

The question gave you a pang in your chest, and you felt a brief wave of sadness. You shook your head slowly, looking at Alice with tenderness. “No… I’m not her mother.” The words came out in a whisper laden with sorrow, reminding you of how much Alice had lost in such a short time. “Her parents… are gone.”

Lori didn’t press further or ask more questions, understanding the pain implicit in your answer. She simply nodded with a slight smile that aimed to be comforting. “She’s very cute,” she commented gently. “You’re lucky to have her with you.”

After a brief silence, Glenn took charge of the situation again, now that everyone had been introduced. “Well, let’s see if we can find a place for you.” He gestured for you to follow him, leading you to the area where the tents were set up.

Walking together along the path between the tents, Glenn gave you a smile. “You know, we don’t usually get many visitors. I think Daryl thought you were here to steal our fish,” he joked, raising an eyebrow with a small laugh.

You returned the smile, grateful for the attempt to ease the tension. “Well, if I ever get to that point, you’ll know I’m desperate.”

Glenn chuckled and nodded. “You’re right, I wouldn’t mind if it’s for survival. Although, in that case, I’d offer you one myself. I work hard to keep us stocked,” he said with a wink.

As you arrived at a small cleared area, Glenn stopped in front of his tent. “We don’t have a tent for you yet, but you can use mine until we sort something out. Don’t worry, I can sleep in the trailer, there’s enough space,” he offered without hesitation.

You gave him an incredulous look, grateful but also a bit embarrassed. “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

Glenn made a casual gesture with his hand. “Don’t worry, I’ve slept in worse places than the backseat of a car. Besides, how often in life can you say you were a gentleman and offered your tent to a lady?”

You smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed with his sense of humor. “Well, I guess I’m lucky to have met a gentleman in these times.”

Glenn returned the smile, apparently pleased that his joke helped you feel more comfortable. “You know, if you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask. We’re a small community, but we take care of each other. And now that you and Alice are here, that includes you two as well.”

You felt deeply grateful for his kindness, something that already felt rare in such a shattered world. “Thank you, Glenn. It really means a lot.”

You entered the tent, grateful for the brief moment of tranquility. You knelt on the ground, observing what was in the small space: a sleeping bag, a backpack, and a couple of neatly folded clothes on one side. It was simple but cozy, and at that moment, you realized how exhausted you were. You sighed as you unfastened the harness holding Alice and gently placed her on the floor so she could move and stretch.

The baby, always restless, took advantage of her freedom and began to crawl around the small space. Despite the circumstances, seeing her curiosity about the world brought a small smile to your face. “You really need a good bath,” you commented softly, as if the little girl could understand your words. Alice, of course, simply looked at you with those lively eyes, emitting a babble as she smiled, completely oblivious to the harshness of the outside world.

With a clumsy but determined movement, Alice crawled back to you, raising her little arms as if wanting to be picked up. “Again?” you murmured, lifting the little one and holding her against your chest. “I’ve spoiled you too much, haven’t I?” you said with a slight laugh, as Alice rested her head on your shoulder, her small body immediately relaxing in your arms.

You gently stroked her back, feeling her breathing calm and steady. The need to protect her enveloped you strongly, like a silent promise you had made without even realizing it. This new place, this camp full of strangers, represented a risk, yes, but also an opportunity. An opportunity to find a respite, at least for a while, so that both of you could regain your strength.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. Despite the initial distrust and the evident dangers of the outside world, these people seemed, at least, more human than what you had encountered before. Glenn had been kind, and the others had shown no signs of rejection. There was a certain sense of community in the camp, a spark of hope that seemed hard to find in these times.

[etclouie]

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 them + their opinions on hickeys

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: innuendo towards sex, hints at age gap (negan), mentions of giving and receiving hickeys

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 includes; Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith, Shane Walsh, Abraham Ford and Glenn Rhee (x fem!reader)

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚  rick - he’d like giving them rather than receiving, due to his role as leader he deems himself as someone who needs to look professional, even during the apocalypse. 

loves seeing his girlfriend covered in hickeys, and chuckles to himself as she attempts to cover them - especially in the summer months 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ daryl - not the biggest fan of them, likes to keep the intimate details of his relationships a secret. he’ll give and receive them as long as they’re not visible. 

after awhile together though (say a year or two), he’ll grow more appreciative of them - as long as they’re still hidden. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ negan - a big fan of them, although he prefers giving them he’s not opposed to receiving them. if his girlfriend wants to put on a show of bossing him around, he’ll indulge, allowing her to mark him up a little

loves seeing his girlfriend covered in hickeys, will show them off too. let’s her walk around the sanctuary in whatever she wants, doing whatever she wants so if she interrupts a meeting to sit in his lap, he’s showing off the hickeys he painted her neck with 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ shane - he likes them, sees them as a form of indication that you’re his. will happily mark you up; neck, chest, thighs, anywhere he can he will. 

he’s not the biggest fan of them on himself, but will wear them with pride if they’re visible over the neckline of his shirts

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ abraham - couldn’t care about them on himself, but adores seeing them on his girlfriend especially when she’s enthusiastic about having them

he’s okay with a couple on himself across his chest, but prefers giving them. likes seeing your neck and chest covered in them, shows him that he did good taking care of you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ glenn - he’s 50/50 with them, depending on the place. if they’re somewhere that won’t be seen easily, he’s fine with them on himself, but if they’re above any neckline of his clothes he feels iffy. he sees it as a sign of displaying your intimacy with others. 

but with you however, he likes seeing your body covered in them - the neckline thing still applies, but doesn’t completely cloud his feelings with hickeys on you. 

requests are open here !

[buckyslittlegirl]

Blood, guts and Pokémon cards

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: none just pure fluff

Summery

On a supply run you come across something from your childhood making daryl feel old having no clue what it was

Daryl, Glenn and myself had been searching an abandoned mall we came across during a supply run for the prison.

We found a couple medical supplies and some canned food which isn’t much but you take what you can get when it’s the damn apocalypse.

You and Glenn walk alongside behind Daryl. Glenn was rambling on about how in love he is with Maggie which was amusing and quite cute, Daryl on the other hand was fed up babysitting us.

“She’s so beautiful I’m the luckiest man in the wor-“ confused as to why all of a sudden he stopped bragging you turn to look at him. Glenn was paused in his track and looking bewildered. Following his gaze my jaw dropped to the group at the store infront of us.

“The hell are y’all doing” Daryl grunted also stopping and just watched us unimpressed.

“A frickin GameStop! I can’t believe it” Glenn gleefully said.

“I completely forgot about these stores!!” You commented, the both of you wearing massive grins on our faces.

Daryl scoffs “ain’t nothing but junk in there c’mon”

Before he can turn around to keep walking I speak up

“Come on Daryl please let us look. We will be super quick! We’ve done so good this supply run so pleaseeeee” you say giving him my best puppy eyes while Glenn nods enthusiastically beside me.

Daryl pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration

“5 minutes then we are gettin the fact outta here”

Glenn and I jump up and down and squeal before bolting in the store.

“Be fuckin careful there ain’t no dead in there” he called after us groaning in frustration as we run in the store way too carefree for his liking.

“Why do I gotta be the damn babysitter” he mumbles to himself following us in.

The store was surprisingly pretty empty, I guess gaming is still some people’s top priority even during the end of the world. Daryl looks out for us as we search the store. Broken game disks scattered around the floor which hurt you both to look at.

“Kay times up let’s go” Daryl impatiently said while we groan in disappointment.

Just as we were about to leave a shiny small packet catches your attention from underneath a shelf. Immediately recognising what it was you squeal like you had done before, immediately grabbing both of their attention.

You run and pick it up shoving it in Glenn and Daryl’s face.

“GUYS LOOK!!!” Daryl gave you a highly unimpressed look but Glenn on the other hand gasps running over.

“Fucking Pokémon cards” he says with wide eyes.

“WE FOUND FUCKING POKÉMON CARDS”

You both continue geeking out over the nostalgic packet in front of you both, bringing memories back to simpler times when all kids had to worry about was collecting as many cards as they could.

Daryl raised an eyebrow as he watched you and Glenn huddled over an unopened pack of cards, looking like excited children. He had no idea what you were doing or why you were so excited about some stupid piece of cardboard, but he couldn't help himself from feeling amused by your childish glee.

"What are you two doing?" Daryl asked, stepping closer and peering over your shoulder. He couldn't fathom what could be so fascinating about some cards, but the excitement on your face intrigued him.

Glenn looked up at Daryl, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Man, you're not going to believe this," he said, holding up the pack of cards. "These are unopened Pokémon cards! I haven't seen these in years. They're like the holy grail of collectibles."

Daryl just looked at Glenn like he was speaking a foreign language. "Pokémon?" he repeated, his voice laced with skepticism. "You mean those cards with those weird looking cartoon animals on ‘em ?"

"Yes!" You exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. "And these ones are from the first generation! They're worth a fortune in mint condition."

Daryl rolled his eyes, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms trying to hide his amusement. He couldn't believe you were both getting so worked up over some stupid cards, but damn if it wasn't cute to see you so excited.

“We should open them and each keep one! Like a cute lil friendship card” you beam

Glenn grins excitedly at your idea, feeling a surge of nostalgia as he looks down at the cards. He looks over at Daryl, who is watching the two of you with a mixture of amusement and bewilderment. “Daryl, come on man, let’s do it! It’ll be fun!”

Daryl grumbles, feeling like he’s being pressured into something completely ridiculous. But the hopeful looks on your faces makes it hard for him to say no. “Fine,” he relents, rolling his eyes. “But this is stupid, you know that, right?”

You and Glenn both let out happy noises, overjoyed that Daryl is going along with your silly idea. You quickly take the cards and split them into three equal piles. Each of you picks a card, feeling a rush of excitement as you finally unveil what's inside the wrapper.

You pick up a card with oddish on it “this one looks like Carl! He can have this one!”

Glenn grins, agreeing that the oddish card does resemble your friend Carl. Daryl can't help but chuckle at your observation, finding the connection amusing. "So you're gonna give Carl a weird looking cartoon plant?" he teases.

I nod proudly. Glenn picks up one of his and shows us “this one reminds me of Maggie, I’ll give her this one!” He says happily showing us a card with Eevee on it.

Daryl can't help but crack a small smile at your goofy exchange. "You're really picking these cards based on resemblance to people we know?" he says, trying to maintain his gruff exterior.

Yep! We say I’m unison Daryl picks up a card and snorts before showing us “this one kinda looks like rick huh?” He says showing us a card with Grimer on it.

You and Glenn burst into giggles at Daryl's observation. "Whoa, yeah it sure does!" Glenn says between laughs. "Rick as Grimer. Now that's a match made in heaven."

Daryl grins now, clearly enjoying the lighthearted moment. "Who's gonna give that card to Rick?" he asks, his eyes glimmering with mischief.

You and Glenn look at each other, both trying to conceal your grins. "Not it!" we shout in unison.

"Oh my god, Rick is going to be so confused. I almost want to be there when you give it to him!" You say laughing

You pick up another card, this time of Snorlax

“Daryl this is your one” you say with a proud smile handing it to him

Daryl takes the card from you, feeling strangely touched by your gesture. He looks down at the Snorlax card, trying to hide a grin. "You think I look like this Snorlax thing?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

Nodding you explain your choice “well you’re just so big and cuddly looking it’s perfect! What do you think Glenn?!”

Glenn pretends to consider your answer, pretending to study Daryl intently. “Yeah, I can see it,” he says, still trying not to laugh. “Big, grumpy, and sleepy. Sounds like Daryl to me.”

Daryl rolls his eyes, trying to act annoyed but secretly enjoying the banter. "Y'all are idiots," he mutters, but there's a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he looks at the card knowing damn well he’s gonna keep it on him all the time.

“And Glenn this one is totally you! What do you say Daryl?” You ask for his approval showing him a card of ditto

Daryl looks at the card and then at Glenn, trying to see the resemblance. "Huh, yeah I guess that does kinda look like you," he says, chuckling. "All squished and goofy looking."

Glenn grins, pretending to be offended. "Hey! I'm not goofy looking!" he protests, but his grin betrays him. He secretly loves being compared to ditto.

Daryl looks down at his other card. A small cute looking little pink ball with big eyes “s’pose this one reminds me of y/n” he says scratching the back of his neck.

You feel your heart skip a beat as Daryl hands you the jigglypuff card. The thought of him comparing you to a cute pink puffball makes your stomach do a little flip. "Y-you think I look like jigglypuff?" you ask, feeling a mix of surprise and delight.

Daryl shrugs, trying to act nonchalant but a faint blush appears on his cheeks. "Yeah, I dunno," he says, looking away. "Just thought the pink and the big eyes kinda matched ya."

You can't help but beam at him, feeling warm all over. You hold the jigglypuff card close to your heart, feeling like it's the most precious thing in the world. "Thanks, Daryl," you say softly, unable to contain your happiness.

Glenn watches the exchange between you and Daryl with a knowing smile on his face. He can tell that there's something special blossoming between you two, and he feels a pang of happiness for you both.

“Well I’d say that’s a successful supply run! Let’s get back to the prison and give the others our little gifts huh?” Glenn smirks

Daryl grunts in agreement, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. He had secretly enjoyed your little game with the cards, and he found himself looking forward to surprising Rick with his Grimer card.

"Yeah, let's get going."

You look Daryl in the eyes and give him a warm smile, cheeks still pink.

Daryl notices you staring at him and he feels his heart rate increase just a bit. But Glenn's voice snaps him out of his own little world and he clears his throat gruffly, feeling a little flustered. "Yeah, let's go," he says gruffly, avoiding your gaze as he walks towards the exit and for once in what felt like years he feels himself smiling.

[glennrheesworld]

Request: glenn x f!reader season 2, during the farm era. basically, y/n saw glenn leave somewhere with maggie alone.(they didnt do anything, in fact maggie requested something but he decline bc he loves y/n) she felt jealous bc she knew how maggie felt abt glenn. so when he comes back and looks for y/n she's mad. she tries ignoring him, in the end they make out!! thank you, sending you lots of love! <3

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐔𝐩~

genre: fluff pairing: Glenn Rhee x f!reader summary: Y/N gets jealous seeing Glenn with Maggie. warnings: jealousy, fighting(verbally), kissing

Hanging around the campfire with the group, Y/N gets up from the foldable chair, walking away from the group.

She was annoyed, she felt jealous.

She had seen Glenn, the man that confessed his love to her, walk away with Maggie after dinner. They were gone for a while now and she obviously wanted to know what was going on.

She didn’t know Maggie that well, having met her only a few days ago, but she did know for a fact that she was attracted to Glenn. And that infuriated her, especially when she saw Maggie pass a note to him during dinner. As Y/N approached a faraway fence, she felt someone following her. She placed her arms over the railing and leaned forward, hiding her face between her arms.

“Y/N?” Glenn called out to her, standing next to her. She sighs before looking up at him, “What.” She blandly responds.

He looks down, feeling nervous as she stares him down. “What is it, Glenn?” He clears his throat and looks at her face, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” She replies quickly before turning back to face the fence. “You’re not,” Glenn tells her back, “Tell me what’s wrong.” Y/N looks at him, biting her bottom lip as she huffs out feeling furious.

“Tell you what’s wrong!? Oh, I don’t maybe it’s because I saw you leave with Maggie!” She crosses her arms over her chest and stares into his eyes, Glenn looks back but quickly darts his gaze to her feet.

“What are you hiding from me, Glenn?” “Hiding?” He asks. “I’m not stupid, you can’t look into anyone’s eyes when you’re hiding something.” He looks away sighing deeply.

Y/N watches his face as he furrows his eyebrows, “Are you—” She quickly interrupts him. “Jealous? Yeah, cause I am. How can I not be, when the guy I love leaves with a woman who's clearly very interested in him—”

Her sentence is stopped mid-way as Glenn holds Y/N's waist, pulling her in and bringing his lips to hers. He kisses her softly, shutting her up as she stays still, surprised.

As she realizes, she kisses back, but suddenly, he pulls away, realizing what he had done, “I… I -uh,” He closes his eyes, “I’m sorry.” He lets her go and looks around, running his hand through his hair.

He tries explaining himself and begins to fidget. “I shouldn't have... I- fuck.” He closes his eyes trying to compose himself and gather his scattering thoughts.

Y/N watches him, “Shut up and kiss me, Glenn.” She mutters, grabbing his face as she pulls him back to a passionate kiss.

His eyes widen but he closes them, letting himself melt into the moment.

a/n: y'all, I'm back... again. I keep taking very long breaks, but I swear to post more this month and try to be more motivated! I hope you guys enjoyed this request! <3

[betyloca]

Imagine: being friends with the Dixon brothers, having separated when the apocalypse began and meeting again when you encounter pressure.

You were walking aimlessly when you came across a prison. You thought it was not inhabited when you noticed a woman with a baby in her arms.

y/n: hey girl

You saw the woman turn to look at you, starting to approach the fences where you were.

y/n: I'm not here to do any harm and I've been wandering for a long time, could you have some water?

x: yes but I need you to put down your weapons

y/n: I only have the bow and some arrows

x: okay

She let you in, introduced you to her group, you found out her name was Beth, she was a very sweet girl.

Rick: Where do you come from?

y/n: I was in Atlanta for a while but I move from one place to another.

Rick: How many zombies did you kill?

y/n: 7

Rick: and people

y/n: 1

Rick: Why?

y/n: he tried to kill me

Rick: Well, you can stay, I don't see that you're a threat.

y/n: thank you is it all of you or is there more?

Carol: Two are missing, they went in search of supplies.

You were with Maggie, she was giving you a tour of the prison and the watchtower. When they came back inside, you heard someone whistling at you.

x: but look what beauty we have here

You looked at who it was and you saw your one of your friends.

y/n:merle

you said running to hug him

Merle: Did you miss me, sweetheart?

he said reciprocating the hug

Y/N: You have no idea.

y/n and where is your brother?

Daryl: Y/N?

You looked at Daryl, he looked like he was going to cry. You also ran to hug him.

y/n: daryl

He hugged you, making you spin in the air.

Daryl: Damn, I thought you were dead.

Merle: She is made of steel, it takes more to kill her.

Glen: Did you already know each other?

Maggie: It seems so.

Beth: What a nice reunion.

[yoursecretadmires]

When I saw the ship that I don't like it and me belike:

'click not interested and block that person'