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Emo!Carl Grimes
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bambidixon · 1 month ago
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"Do you wanna stay the night, doll?" he murmured, his voice low as he sat beside you on the edge of the bed, his rough hand settling on your back in slow, comforting strokes. The dim glow from the single lantern flickered, casting shadows across his face. His eyes softened, full of concern.
"Just listen to me," he added, his tone quiet but firm. "It'll be over soon. You don't gotta worry 'bout a thing. We stay here, let it pass."
You swallowed, the weight of his words sinking in, but the unease in your chest only grew. The room, though safe for now, felt suffocating. You lifted your gaze to meet his. "No," you whispered, shaking your head, voice barely audible. "Let's go away… together."
His brow furrowed, and for a moment, he just stared at you, searching your face like he was tryin' to read your mind. The silence stretched, but then, something shifted. His lips quirked up, just a hint of a smile. "You serious?" he asked, almost like he couldn't believe you.
"Yeah," you nodded, heart racing now, "I don’t wanna stay and wait for it anymore. Let’s just go. You an’ me."
For a beat, he was still. Then, his hand moved to cup your face, thumb brushing over your cheek. "Alright, doll," he whispered, that familiar drawl curling in his voice. "Let’s get the hell outta here."
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coqvttes · 8 months ago
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୨୧― 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠. 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧
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୨୧˚ synopsis: your dad sends his best friend officer grimes to pick up his precious daughter from a party, but things get heated when rick punishes you for resisting an officer.
୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw 16+ only, p in v, petnames, crying, teasing, spanking, fem!reader, sub!reader, dbf!rick, dom!rick, age gap, creampie, rough sex, manhandling, mentions of handcuffs, public sex, lmk if i forgot anything!
୨୧˚ wc: 1.4k for @pillow-princess-69 ‘s request <3
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“you’re coming with me, sweetheart,” he says, giving you no chance to answer or even breathe before he’s hoisting you up and practically throwing you over his broad shoulder. you squeal as he holds you firmly in place. 
“noooooo, rick, im having fun!” you wail, smacking his shoulder as if it would do any damage. he shakes his head as he heads back towards the front door, his hand holding you by the waist, fingers so dangerously close to your arse.
“‘m staying here!” pleading, you kick your legs up in the air, causing his grip on your side to tighten. He pays you no attention as he pushes through the crowd of people holding red cups and dancing to the awfully loud music. 
he manages to get past the front door and he pulls the door of his police patrol car open, leaning down to plop you down in the passenger seat. he slams your door shut before getting in the driver's seat. 
“seatbelt,” he orders, but you ignore him and huff as you cross your arms, gosh you never fail to give him the usual attitude. he rolls his eyes before leaning over you to click your seatbelt on for you like a child.
“i’m not a baby! it was just a party. it’s only midnight! you just had to barge in and ruin it.” you complain, glaring at him. 
“your dad sent me to pick you up, so i’m just doing my job, and i don’t want you to get drunk and get yourself into trouble.”
he starts the engine up and rests his hand on the back of your headrest to reverse, but you don’t even hear him as your attention is focused entirely on his beefy arm as he’s trying to reverse out of the driveway. 
“officer, is it true that you get to take your handcuffs home?” 
his brow raises, and he gives you a curious expression before nodding. 
“yes, i take my cuffs home with me, got em right here,” he says, taking a hand off the wheel to show you the cuffs that hang on the belt of his trousers. you smile before speaking again.
“do you use them when you have sex?”
his expression changes to complete shock, and his cheeks burn as he spares you a glance. his expression is priceless as he fumbles with his words, unsure of how to answer such a question.
“i’d let you put me in handcuffs, officer. grimes,” you whisper, trailing your fingers slowly up his tense thigh before hastily grabbing onto his prominent bulge in his trousers, palming him cheekily.
oh now you’ve done it. He abruptly stops the car in the middle of nowhere, as it seems. you smirk as you try to read his emotions as he switches gears before pulling his seatbelt off. he gets out of the car before looping around to your side, opening the passenger door.
“get out.” he pulls you out by the arm roughly and slams the door shut, maneuvering you over to the hood of the car as you stumble along.
“you need to watch your mouth, sweetheart. saying things like that to a man might get you into some trouble, you know?” 
his voice is deep and throaty, and your cunt is practically drooling for him as he bends you over the bonnet of the car, his palm pressing down on the dip of your back, just above your arse. 
“‘m sorry, officer, are you gonna have to punish me?” you tease, wiggling your arse at him, practically taunting him. 
“god, you’ve been testing my patience, sweetheart. you know how long i’ve had to hold back from putting you in your place? god if it wasn’t for your dad, i would’ve fucked you by now.” 
rick practically growls as he flips up your little skirt, smiling when he sees how your cute little cotton panties have a dark wet spot down the middle, right where your precious cunt is.
“awww you wet for me, darlin?” he coos, rubbing his calloused thumb over the dampness of your panties, pressing down ever so gently. he grins satisfactorily as you let out a quiet whimper, arching your back into the pleasure.
his fingers sneak into your panties and cup your glistening mound before tugging them down entirely, pulling them off your legs before stuffing them in his pocket, but you don't know that. 
you gasp and turn your head around as you hear his belt unbuckling before he tugs his trousers and briefs down just enough so that he can pull his dick out. he’s so hard, his angry head is leaking with pre-cum from your previous teasing. 
he rubs the tip against your weeping cunt a few times before he pushes inside of you, groaning throatily. you lunge forward from the sudden intrusion and gasp out his name. 
his hand rests on the dip of your back, and his other rests on the curve of your arse. he sheathes himself inside you entirely before pulling out halfway, his movements are slow, and you whine impatiently. just as you’re about to complain, he starts thrusting in and out of your hole mercilessly.
knocking the air out of your lungs, you feel the drag of his dick in your gummy walls as he fucks you into oblivion. your knees buckle, and you lose your balance, but his strong, muscular arms hold you up against the car firmly.
god forbid, if any car drove past you, you’d both be down for public indecency, but it’s 4 a.m. and nobody drives down these roads at this hour. besides, he’s the law around here; he’s never letting anything happen to you, not on his watch.
rick cruelly pounds into your cunt, whispering filthy nonsense about how he’s been waiting so long to do this and how much of a brat you are. 
none of it makes sense in your dumb mind. with the feeling of his dick bullying into you, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been waiting for this too. 
“r-rick! faster!” you cry, your voice wobbling slightly as your body lunges forward with each of his thrusts. 
“say it properly,” he tuts, bringing his palm up before smacking it on the softness of your arse. whimpering through tears, you barely manage.
“p-please officer, faster-!” he lets out a hum of approval before picking up his pace, now brutally snapping his hips against yours. 
it’s all too much with the rough groans coming from his throat, the lewd smacking noises of his hips snapping against yours, and your slutty moans. your climax nears as you chant his name like a prayer. 
he pounds into you in an almost animalistic manner, his hands gripping onto your waist so tight you swear you’ll bruise later. drool dripping down the corner of your lips at how deliciously filthy he’s fucking you. 
“ohh rickkk, mm!” you moan delightedly as your cunt clenches around him, pleasure washing over you entirely as you lose yourself around him. he follows up shortly, releasing his cum inside you with a broken moan.
“sweetheart”
he slowly exhales as he pulls out of your heat, warm cum spilling out of your used hole as you remain bent over his car, cunt clenching around nothing as he leaves you empty. 
“thank you, officer.” you giggle, pulling your panties back up.
“fuck, your dad’s gonna kill me.” he sighs, zipping his trousers back up and smirking at you. 
“not if he doesn’t find out.” you smile at him cheekily, approaching him, and he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. you lean up to whisper, “next time, i’ll let you cuff me, officer.” you grin before walking past him to get back into the car.
he stands there, dumbfounded and wondering if he should just take you in the back of the car right now. he doesn’t think he can wait till next time, whenever next time is…
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liliesdiary · 5 days ago
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Hii ! Could you do something where the group doesn’t know Daryl and reader are together, (not because it’s necessarily a secret but because they’re just private with stuff like that). And one day someone from the group, maybe Rick, sees marks on her neck and thighs and is concerned she got hurt and demands to know what happened but she doesn’t want to admit it because she’s embarrassed. And he keeps bugging her about it until she finally caves and admits they’re a couple. And at first she’s worried Daryl will be upset but then he realizes he kinda likes the idea that he’s marking her as his 🫣
Cherries, Bruises, & Cigarettes
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You quietly sat on your bed, reading an old magazine as a cherry sits on your plump red lips. Daryl was just outside your cell, sharpening his arrows and smoking a cigarette by the prison stairs.
Daryl can't help but stare at your plump ass in that short skirt, his eyes following the roll of your cherry stockings along your thighs as you kick your legs. The sight of you playing with that cherry in your mouth, your tongue teasing its bright red surface, makes his cock twitch in his jeans. He takes a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly as he watches you, a small smirk playing on his lips.
He knows you've noticed him staring, and the little smile you give him sends a jolt of desire straight to his groin. He's been looking forward to these little visits, sneaking off with you when the others are busy. It's a nice break from the constant tension in the prison.
You hummed to the music playing in your ears, an old pop song you used to love. You played with the cherry in your mouth, moving your tongue along its bright red surface and biting it.
Daryl kept staring at you, waiting for the others to leave for the cafeteria. He took another drag of his cigarette and walked towards you as everyone left.
He cleared his throat, “Ya look good in that skirt.” He took another hit of his cigarette as he leaned against the wall.
“Thank you, handsome.” you say as you ate another cherry, teasing him with your eyes as you flicked your tongue against it. You took off your headphones and set them aside as you sat up.
He offered his cigarette, placing it in your mouth and holding it for you. You took a long drag, giving him doe eyes as you hit it. Daryl grunts softly as you take a long drag of his cigarette, your plump lips wrapped around it, leaving a perfect imprint of your lipstick. He watches intently as you lean forward, blowing the smoke right into his face. He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation before grabbing your face gently, his calloused fingers caressing your soft cheek.
He leans in closer, his stubble grazing your smooth skin as he whispers in your ear, "You keep teasin' me like that, and I won't be able to control myself." His hand slides down to your neck, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. He can feel it racing beneath his touch, and it only fuels his desire for you.
Daryl groans as he claims your pretty throat with his lips, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck. His rough hands slide up your skirt, squeezing your soft thighs and leaving red marks on your skin. He tears off your stocking with a growl, exposing more of your creamy flesh to his hungry gaze.
He pushes you back onto the bed, his eyes dark with lust as he kneels before you. His calloused hands grip your thighs, spreading them apart as he leans in closer. He presses sweet kisses along your inner thigh, his stubble grazing your sensitive skin and making you shiver with anticipation.
He flips you over on the bed and pins you down. You press your ass in your cherry printed panties against his bulge. Daryl groans as he feels your ass pressing against his bulge, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He grips your hair gently, pulling you back towards him as he pins you down on the bed. His eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of your naked body spread out before him.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn sexy," he growls, his voice low and rough with desire. He tears off your cherry panties with a swift motion, exposing your glistening folds to his hungry gaze. He leans down, pressing a sweet kiss to your ass before trailing his lips up your spine, leaving a path of fire in his wake.
Daryl's cock springs free from his jeans, thick and hard and ready for you. He strokes it slowly, admiring the way it throbs with need. He can see your tight hole glistening with your arousal, and he wastes no time in sliding his fingers inside you, groaning at how wet and ready you are for him.
He positions the tip of his cock at your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts that make you whimper and arch your back. Then he's pushing inside you, stretching you open around his thick length.
You let out a pained moan as he fills you completely, and he covers your mouth with his hand, your lipstick leaving a stain on his palm. He thrusts deeper, harder, his hips snapping against yours as he buries himself inside you.
Daryl's arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he pounds into you with deep, powerful thrusts. He holds you in a headlock, his body pinning you down as he claims you completely. The feeling of his cock stretching you, filling you so deeply, is almost too much to bear. Your body trembles with pleasure, your walls clenching around him as he hits that spot inside you that makes you see stars.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his voice muffled against your neck as he leaves a trail of hot kisses along your skin. His stubble scrapes against your sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach, your heart racing as the older man pounded into you.
“My pretty little cherry, you're doing so good." He mumms as he cums deep inside of your stretched cunt. Daryl grunts as he pulls out of you, his cock still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He quickly tucks himself away as he hears the others approaching, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips before letting you go. He grabs a cloth and gently cleans you up, his eyes taking in the sight of his cum dripping out of your well-fucked cunt.
"You did such a good job, doll," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with satisfaction. He loves the way you spread your legs for him, your red heels in the air as he cleans you up. He leans in closer, pressing a soft kiss to your cunt, savoring the taste of his own cum mixed with your arousal.
Daryl chuckles as he sees your smeared lipstick, leaning in to give you another soft kiss before pulling away. He watches as you wipe it off and reapply it, his eyes following your every move. When you ask if he'll see you again today, he grins and nods, his voice low and rough with promise.
"Of course, my pretty cherry, I'll always come back for you," he murmurs, pressing a final sweet kiss to your cheek before turning to leave. As he walks away, he can't help but glance back over his shoulder, his eyes taking in the sight of you putting your clothes back on.
You tried to cover the bruises up with makeup but you failed to do so. You tried to put as much makeup you could on the dark bruises and love bites but it was still noticeable.
Rick needed your help with the farm today and you knew he was gonna say something about it. You tried to cover up and put a jacket on, the bruises on your neck still exposed though.
You traveled to Rick's farm, as people passed nobody noticed the marks on your body. You were a bit nervous, hoping he wouldn't notice. You waved at Rick as he was working on the carrots, he waved back and gave you a small smile.
Rick looks up as you approach, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in your appearance. He sets down the tools he was using and wipes his hands on his jeans before standing up.
"Hey there," he greets you with a smile, though there's a hint of concern in his eyes. "Everything alright? You look a little... flushed."
His gaze drifts down to the bruises on your neck, and his brow furrows. "What happened there? Did someone hurt you?”
You deny and shake your head, “No I swear, it's nothing, I promise.” You give him a reassuring smile but he doesn't buy it.
Rick's concern only grows as you try to brush off the marks. He steps closer, gently tilting your chin up to get a better look. His eyes narrow as he takes in the extent of the bruising.
“This doesn't look like nothing.” He says firmly as his eyes roamed around your body.
There's an accusatory edge to his voice, and you can see the anger simmering just beneath the surface. Rick has always been protective of you, and the thought of someone hurting you sets him off.
You bite your lip, unsure of what to say. You don't want to get Daryl in trouble, but you also don't want Rick to keep pushing the issue. You know how he can be when he gets something in his head.
“Daryl and I have been messing around..” You say, looking down as you wait for Rick's response.
Rick's expression softens as he processes your words. He runs a hand through his hair, letting out a breath. "Shit, I'm sorry," he apologizes, his voice sincere. "I didn't mean to jump to conclusions.”
You give him a soft smile, “it's okay Rick, I understand.” You felt relief as you got that off your chest. You wondered how Daryl would feel about you telling Rick.
He offers you a sheepish smile, his shoulders relaxing. "I guess I'm just being overprotective. It's not my place to tell you what to do with your personal life."
He glances down at the bruises again, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "But... Daryl, huh? I never would've guessed. You two seem like an unlikely pair."
He chuckles softly, shaking his head. "Just promise me one thing. If things ever get too intense, or if he ever crosses a line, you'll tell me. Okay?”
You give him a soft smile and nod. You two go back to farming as the sun slowly starts to set. Rick let you go, “Be back tomorrow around the same time, hun. I'm gonna need your help with the pigs.” He says as he washes his muddy hands.
“Of course, I'll be here tomorrow.” You say as you walk away in your cherry shorts, waving bye to Rick as you go back inside the prison where Daryl is waiting for you.
You walk back to your cell, noticing Daryl already on your bed smoking the same lipstick stained cigarette you two shared earlier. Daryl takes a long drag of his cigarette, the cherry glowing bright in the dim light of the room. He exhales slowly, watching the smoke curl and dissipate into the air.
When you sit down beside him, he turns to face you, his eyes dark and intense. He reaches out, cupping your cheek with his rough hand as he leans in for a kiss.
His lips are warm and slightly chapped, the taste of tobacco and your lipstick still lingering. He pulls back after a moment, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.
“Rick saw the hickeys..” You say with an embarrassed smile, “I had to tell him that it was you, he was getting too concerned.”
Daryl's eyes widen slightly at your words, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. He takes another drag of his cigarette, considering your revelation.
"Shit, really?" he mutters, his brow furrowing. "What'd he say? Was he pissed?"
He sets the cigarette down in an empty bottle, his attention fully on you now. His hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, his fingers toying with the ends of your hair.
"I ain't sorry though," he adds, his voice low and rough. "I like markin' you up, lettin' everyone know you're mine.”
You roll your eyes and smile, “He was just concerned but he apologized. I told him we were just messing around.”
Daryl chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest. He leans back on his elbows, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Rick, always worryin' about everyone else," he teases, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Guess he can't help it, bein' the leader and all.”
He reaches out, hooking a finger in your belt loop and tugging you closer. His other hand slides down to your hip, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin through the fabric of your jeans.
"But I'm glad he's not mad. Don't want him givin' me the stink eye every time he sees me."
He leans in, his nose brushing against yours as he speaks. Daryl's lips trail down your throat, his teeth grazing your skin as he leaves a path of kisses in his wake. He nips at your pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a vivid mark. "Now, where were we before we got interrupted?”
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🍒 : @taylormarieee @love-norman @dustbunniess @sinsandsweetness @hannahkay-411 @silk-spun
thank you for the request angel <3
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kookiekult · 5 months ago
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Oh young daryl dixon,
The man you are ☆
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bambieyedoll · 8 months ago
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⊹ ⋆ ꒰ఎ゚MOODBOARD ໒꒱ ⋆゚⊹
biker!daryl dixon x reader
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“c’mon, hun” daryl caressed your arm as he walked passed you and towards his bike. your eyes followed him as you turned around only to see him turn on the engine. “let’s get outta here” he said waiting for you and with an excited little smile, you walked to him. his protective gaze never leaving you as the soft touch of your hand laid on his shoulder and you sat down behind him ready for the wild ride.
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Rick x Daryl x Michonne
For @mera-xebella
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bambidixon · 2 months ago
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this is the kind of life I'm going to give him
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4ever-feral · 24 days ago
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olderbf!Negan smith
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movidita · 8 months ago
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hey amelia!!! I have to say I’m really into your blog and the way you write Rickyl x reader!!! Your jealous Rick is crazy good too!
Speaking of jealous Rick, I salivate at the idea of Rick being super competitive about making the reader come and it works so well with jealous Rick. Imagining him competing with Daryl’s mouth…the possibilities
(thank you smm!!)
18+ mdni
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Rick was possessive. And overprotective. A giver.
He liked to know he could please you in all the right ways.
He liked to know he did it best.
That it was him who gave you the perfect amount of orgasms, him who made your legs shake, him who made your pussy sore the next day.
Him. Not Daryl.
It was always an unspoken competition between the two men.
Rick would always fight to fuck you first, stretch out your holes, try new positions with him. It had to be him first.
He didn’t like sharing.
His mouth was always first on your swollen bud, his cock was always first to impale you, his cock was first down your throat, and his cock was first to stretch out the ringed muscle of your ass.
He was all of your firsts.
Of course, he still let Daryl have a go, but always after him. He had to fuck you first. That’s just how it was.
Like now, the man was between your spread legs, lapping up your folds and pumping three fingers inside of you.
Daryl lying at your side, gently brushing the baby hairs out of your face and pressing delicate kisses to the side of your face.
You were loving it— the attention from both men.
Turning your head to embrace the archer in a deep kiss, tongues fighting against each other.
And that made Rick mad, that you were basking in Daryl’s attention rather than his.
I mean, he was the one causing your legs to shake and your eyes to roll back, he deserved the attention. Not his best friend.
You moan into the man’s mouth, and in a second, Rick’s hands wrap around your thighs and tug you closer to him, scooting you down the mattress.
His mouth leaves your sweet cunt and comes up to pepper kisses across your chest and then finally to your pink lips, a kiss filled with intensity, the man deepening it when he catches Daryl gawking at the pair of you.
The bow-man looks to him as if to say ‘really’, a scoff leaving his lips but it ultimately turns into a smirk.
Your hands wrap around the back of the sheriff's neck, subsequently wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer and grinding your wet heat against his covered erection.
Rick knew he had won, he had all your attention, had you clawing desperately at his body, not a single thought in your mushy mind being for Daryl�� just him.
And he loved it.
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darylsfavoritegirl · 3 months ago
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Yk that argument Daryl had with Shane at the barn? Put your own spin on it and include the reader somehow, maybe she even tries to break them up and he is still pissed. Afterwards he goes off to sulk in his anger trying to ignore you, but it’s too hard
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The Odd Man Out
There you all were, away from Hershel's house, near the barn. Your heart was pumping blood more than what felt like necessary, your knees had become weak, all ready to betray you and cause you to collapse to the ground.
"This is unacceptable, man." Shane breathed out with fire, drawing circles infront of the barn gate.
"All this time..." He didn't finish his sentence and chuckled exasperatedly.
"Shane. Calm down. This is Hershel's land."
"I'll- I'll find a way to figure this-"
Shane came at Rick when Lori got between the two of them, pressing her right hand to Shane's chest. Her eyes scolded him as Shane gave her a quick stare and rolled his eyes.
Shane was staring at the barn gate, hands rested on his hips, shaking his head as all you could hear was him mumbling to himself.
Your eyes scanned the barn and its perimeter, observing every distressed face.
"You know we gotta leave man. Now we been talking about Fort Benning for a while..." Shane turned to all of you as Rick didn't let him say a word and raised his hand as a warning.
"We can't leave." He shook his head.
The side of your eyes caught Carol and how he wrapped her arms around herself, bottom lip trembling, eyes glossy with tears to come.
"My daughter is out there." Her voice was shaky. She looked taken aback as everyone gazed upon her. You could tell she didn't like to be the center of attention, especially at a time like this.
"We're gonna find your daughter, OK?" Lori rushed to Carol, offering a sense of support as she squeezed her arm, they were glued to one another.
Your eyes shifted to Shane as you shielded your eyes from the sun. He studied your face for a second or so. A faint snicker painted his lips. He knew why you had stayed quiet so far, he was the one that you spoke in discreet -though you felt that the cat was gonna be out of the bag any second-
You felt uneasy under his gloomy gaze as you looked away, changing your position in which you rested your entire body weight on one leg, arms crossed. You eyes were fixated on the others for a brief second to see if anyone caught that tense eye contact you happened to make with the most troubled man in the group.
Shane walked past you, not skipping to give you one last dark stare as he made his way to Rick.
"I think it's the time that we all start to just consider the other possibility."
You sensed everyone tilting their heads to his direction. Daryl stood next to you, you almost heard his breathing go more and more shallow, irritation growing denser through his veins as he fixated his eyes on him; squiented as ever, dauntless as ever.
"I ain't leavin' no one behind." He squiented his eyes at him, his body still as a stone as you could see he clenched his jaw firmly.
Shane ran his hand through his shaved head as he clasped his hands over it.
"Nah man, I-" Shane were to start another babbling session on a bothersome argument right when you flinched at Daryl's loud words.
"I'm close ta findin' dis girl. I jus' found a damn doll two days ago" He was coming at Shane when you felt like it was time you partook in this before it got out of hand.
"You found a doll, Daryl. That's what you did, you found a doll."
Shane pressed his lips together as he leered at Carol before speaking.
"All I'm sayin' is she could've been dead by now and we're-"
"Enough. Shane, enough." You looked at him in disbelief, eyes wide with your hand reflexively being up in the air towards his direction as a sense of warning before he took this any further.
"Ya dun' know the hell yer talkin' 'bout."
It was Shane one side and Daryl on the other side. Things got ugly pretty swiftly as you had to step back when Daryl came at him but it wasn't a few seconds later that you stepped in once again, punches flying in the air, some hitting your chin with their elbows. Your head and body were thrown back by their aggression reflected on their action.
Dust particles, the strings of hays that were laid out on the perimeter were awakened by this fallout. Your eyes got stung by them, this was like hell that you had no control in whatsoever.
"Hey, you back off."
"Come on now." Dale asserted.
It was Rick, Lori and you trying to break them up. Under the heat of the sun, with your red faces and greased clothes were you tossed in a fight near a barn full of walkers.
"Leave. Leave now." You demanded Shane. You pointed him with your finger, forehead wrinkled and brows creased as he clapped his hands in an amusing manner.
"You got a real mouth on you, I'll give you that." He cackled and continued with his chest heaving.
"Now you care? 'Cause last time I checked you were the one who said 'it's a waste of time anyway' " He waved his hands next to his head theatrically and thinned his voice as if to mock you.
"That's not what I said prick." You stepped forward, walking slowly as you widened your eyes. You were trying to catch your breath, unevenly panting as your eyes were out of focus.
It was Daryl's voice that stopped you
" 'S this true?" He had his hands on his hips, gazing upon you through his lashes. It was like he was let down, couldn't even stomach looking you in the eyes, though his eyes had an uneasy beam to them, as if what you were about to say meant more than what both of you could ever dare to imagine.
"No" You shook your head, you clenched your fists without noticing. You felt goosebumps swarming all over your body, somehow making you chill under the radiant sun.
"Fuck no." Your head turned to Carol instinctly, and then the others.
It was a moment of suffering. You, standing toe to toe with everyone. Their hesitant stares, their subtle glances that traveled back and forth with everyone else but you had riled you up yet you knew you were in big trouble and perhaps in the wrong.
You spanked your forehead with both of your palms, inhaling a huge breath in as you shut your eyes and stared all of them back.
"Come on. That motherfucker's lyin' to your faces."
" 'S he?" Daryl inquired, though his tone gave away that he thought he knew the answer. You could never wrap your head around how a redneck like him, could be so tender to a woman he despised. Yet there comes to question, didn't he despise you all? What had happened that he was now a decent person, defending someone who wasn't his blood nor his kin like a sworn confidant behind closed door?
Your eyes darted to the others.
"You believe him?"
Them looking down at their shoes was your answer.
"Stupid bitch."
Daryl mumbled under his breath as he walked away with slumped shoulders and a crossbow he had put aside.
Your face went white, shoulders sagging as you did what you had thought of doing all along.
You kept breathing sharply, turning around and lunging at Shane. He took a step back, eyeing Rick specifically to come and get you as he already had done so.
"Lying son of a bitch." You spat, your hair was everywhere on your face. You could hear your heartbeat in your eardrums.
"Easy. Easy." Rick kept his hand above your cleavage, fingers gripping the sides of your arms.
"I'm fine." You fumed as you moved your hair aside from your face.
"Wha's with all tha' if he 's lyin?" Daryl commented while he was tapping his feet to the ground, resembling a jaded eleven-year old in a family gathering. He pointed at you with his hand as he emphasized on the word "that". You had gone mad infront of all of them. You were bewildered, brows raised with a blank stare in your eyes for a few seconds.
"Look, that's not what I said at all." You began. You pouted your face as soon as everyone started putting your words into your mouth and jabbering.
"Geez, am I the only one who gives a damn 'bout this lil' girl?" Daryl snapped, walking around in circles and spreading out his accusing tone to everyone.
You shook your head in apace, trying to select the proper words to utter. You pressed your lips together, face heating under the wrathing heat wave. You looked around like a child in need of emotional support. Hands on your hips as Rick took a step ahead.
"Everyone go. Now. We'll sort this out tonight."
You got a chance to gaze upon Daryl for the first as his eyes were fixated on Carol. After all, they had formed a relationship out of this. You barely remembered anyone getting along with Daryl or him with others. You walked towards the house with thought filling your head and the misconception you felt needed to be debunked.
Few days passed, everyone still being furious with you. Little Sophia coming out of the barn as a walker didn't aid to your situation whatsoever.
You were sitting on a rock near the fields on Hershel's property. One of your elbows were resting on your knee as your other hand was supporting your chin. You were observing the stubble land laid out infront of you, cicadas jumping from one to another.
The wobbly wind was aggravating with the way it was blowing hot air to your face and body when your eye caught someone walking out of the woods into the stubble field.
Your position changed gradually with you fixing your hunchback as your arms fell loose next to you and you stretched your body a few inches taller to see who it was.
Daryl.
His eyes were checking out his surroundings as his crossbow was swinging on his hand. He wiped his hand on his forehead when his eyes noticed you.
Uneasy features were tugged on your face, not knowing what to do or say.
He passed by you, putting his best work not to acknowledge your existence.
"Daryl." You softly said.
Though your hands were resting on the sharp-edged rock , head slightly tilted and eyes scrutinising your knees that had scrapes all over it, you somehow managed to sense him throwing his head back and fully preparing himself to say a word to you.
"Yeah." He reacted.
It took a while for you to turn and face him entirely. He was looking rather fed up with you. His lips were pale and pressed, his goatee beard all tangled, he must've been scratching it and running his fingers through it, you assumed. It was something you had noticed him doing back in the quarry.
"I'm sorry but all I said was 'we might be better off elsewhere' when I happened to be absent-minded around him. You know-"
He squinted his eyes at you, his chest heaving up with a heartburn as he barked.
"Ain't ma headache no more."
"The girl 's dead."
He pointed one of his stained arrow at you, a vein appearing on the side of his neck. He was blaming every inch of you from head to toe.
You stood infront of him, pupils dilated, hands in a loose punch as no amount of air was enough to fill your lungs.
"And I'm terribly sorry-"
"No yea ain't." He came closer at you, crossbow on one hand and arrow on the other. His neck was stretching forward, sweat beading the below of his hairline.
"Don' give me tha' crap." He used his arrow once again, pointing it at you in a circular motion.
"Yer upset only 'cause he outed yea like tha', infront of the whole lot."
"You hear yourself?" You gasped slightly at his words. You were more confused than angry.
"Whatever dis is, keep it ta yerself."
You heard the fading tone in his voice, he grew less and less attentive with you within 5 minutes.
He adjusted his crossbow and arrows on one hand and started ambling towards the house with his hand scratching the back of his neck.
Sun shone through his golden hair, he was walking aimlessly. It was like you had sucked away the energy left in him for the day.
"Your one stupid motherfucker." You hissed, standing on your tiptoes and extending your torso forward to make sure he heard you.
It was all a misunderstanding, Shane twisting your words back then and now no one giving you the time to explain yourself but only putting words into your mouth. You had lost all hope for the situation for the time being, after all it was still so fresh, everyone was still so vulnerable. No one could even dare trying to foresee anything.
"What'd ya say?" He turned his head towards your direction, his body adjusting to his head gradually.
"No one is listening to me but they're believing that troublesack for a man." You fumed in one breath, you avoided eye contact with him.
He blew raspberries without sticking out his tongue, his cynical body language took over your mentality.
"Yer a real peach with yer tears n' all." A half smile on his lips, completely not interested in what you had to say. He had biases about you all along, this was only the cherry on top.
"Do you really think I didn't care about Sophia the slighest?" You asked with an ajar mouth, eyes fixated on his body as in order not to miss anything you could interpret for your own good.
His neck stretched forward once again, the glazing sun was aiming right at him, perhaps this wasn't the best time.
"I ain't yer buddy, ain't yer nothin' " He growled, his hands were gripping his weapon as he wiped his sweat with his arm.
"I sure ain't the one yea should be makin' amends ta" He hushed, turning around.
"I'm not making amends!" You declared.
Which was true, you weren't. You just hoped for to be understood and not have everyone jump into conclusions about you.
You heard him murmur "Sure sounds like it." As he was making his way through the long stubble to the van.
That night, on a chilly weather were you above the van with Dale as you were assigned to assist him during his watch.
You sat on one of the camp stools, shotgun laying between your thighs vertically. Though Dale was sitting infront of you, your eyes were fixated behind him. The long roads, the long fields.
"Hey, old man. Rick wants yea back at the house."
You flinched at Daryl's voice becoming less and less muffled as he came near the van.
"Ohh what now." You heard Dale complain under his breath as he got up.
"Heads up." Daryl warned as he threw his crossbow on top of the van while he was yet climbing the ladder.
He didn't expect to see you there. His eyes flickered across your face for a moment or so as he looked around subtly, obviously looking for Glenn with whom you were replaced to assist Dale.
"The hell?" He inquired deadly with half-lidded eyes as he straddled on the chair infront of you.
"Just don't even talk if you aren't good with words." You huffed, not even seeing him fit to make eye contact with.
He remained silent as he rubbed his eyes. He hadn't been getting any sleep.
"Ain't no need fer words with yer bullshit." He scoffed, resting his head on his hands, looking around just like you.
"All this time spent together and you haven't figured out what kind of a person I could be. Not even the slighest, huh?" You sighed, not rushing, taking your time with each word.
Your heart was sinking down your torso, it felt like. Your eyes were droppy, fingers at the tip of the shotgun, seeking to be occupied by anything. Anything but him.
His eyes were glued on your eyes as you weren't bothering to meet with his gaze.
You pegged him for a complex man at all times, deep down you always knew he wasn't someone easy to come terms with. You were not gonna be seen by him, not in this, not in anything.
But at that exact moment, when two of you took a minute to enjoy the calmness, quietness around you, letting your minds talk to yourselves instead of words, you dared to hope for a change.
He could change after all, you saw it with your own eyes.
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A/N: well this request had been on my asks since the beginning of this year... so i hope you still enjoy this anon!! also dumb me accidentally replied to a different request🥲🥲 so if that anon got the notification, im sorry, feel free to request whatever you want bae!!!
also i think i never wrote for season 2 daryl before huh? i hope this was satisfying, he was some constant-nagging redneck in season 1-2 but we love him
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44pistolundermyhead · 5 months ago
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slow mornings with Rick Grimes <3
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The Walking Dead (2010)
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graciepasty · 6 months ago
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Carl Grimes. The Walking Dead (2010).
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liliesdiary · 10 months ago
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Shane x Greene Farmer Girl
"You're such a good girl for me, sweetheart. Go back to your daddy's farm and don't tell him about our little secret in his barn."
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caloricangel · 3 months ago
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Daryl Dixon the man you are 🎀
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bambieyedoll · 9 months ago
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⊹ ⋆ ꒰ఎ゚MOODBOARD ໒꒱ ⋆゚⊹
soldier!rick grimes x reader
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“i found you” your soft whisper came out slowly as you carefully held his face in your hands, making sure he was real. rick saw your pretty eyes all teary and red and he let out a relieved sigh. even then after all those years, you looked as beautiful as the first time. “shh, i’m here” his deep voice comforted you before he kissed your forehead so tenderly it made you smile between happy tears.
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