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boothillssugarmomma · 2 days

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Kissed By a Bullet

(Boothill x Fem!Reader)

cw-: Regurgitating, sweet Boothill, suggestive content, nudity mentioned, nudity indulged in for a bit

HC: Boothill accidentally regurgitates his bullet into your mouth while making out because he got too excited...he didn't notice...

🎀 authorsnote: I found this HC from @nvuy and was given permission to write this! I was so excited and giddy while writing this 😭

please don't steal my work!

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Opening your front door with a sigh of relief feels so nice after you and Boothill successfully complete another bounty.

"Fork, darlin’, you did great!" Boothill muttered from behind you, bending slightly to kiss your neck, placing his cold metal hands on your shoulders.

You let out a soft groan as his lips suck on a particularly sensitive spot, his tongue skillfully licking at the skin in between kisses.

Boothill and you were together till the end, you both knew that, but even so your relationship was still as bubbly and love filled as it was in the beginning. And you both hoped it never changed, loving each other until the last day.

"No one else could ever make me feel like you...ya know that...?" He mutters into your neck, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

"There's no one I'd rather feel that with..." You smile, pulling him inside the house before closing the door behind you both.

You turn back to him, pressing a kiss to his metal chest

A low chuckle escaped his lips as he watched you kiss against his chest, he pulled you in closer so your body was flush against his, your curves against his metal muscles...Gods, how he loved you...

"Darn right, darlin’. We’re gonna be together till the end." He said in a sultry tone, his other hand slid from his hip to your waist as he leaned down to capture your mouth in a heated kiss.

You let out a small squeak as his lips pressed against yours, his tongue darting out at your bottom lip, practically begging for you to let him in.

Your boyfriend grins against your lips when he hears the squeak you let out, his tongue finally slips in after you did. Pressing further between your lips as he pulled you closer against him, if there even was any closer, wanting to taste every part of you.

He pushed you back against the foyer wall, pinning you as his mouth moved down from your lips to your neck, his hands roaming down your body as he began to leave a few marks behind on your skin.

"Oh honey..." You smirk gently. He lets go of your neck and glances up to meet your eyes, seductive and hazy, just how he liked it. You both stumble in the direction of your shared room quickly after that.

"Forkin' minx..." He mumbled, his lips back to roaming against your neck as he hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. And quickly carried you towards the room.

When you finally made it to your room, Boothill practically slammed the door shut behind him with his foot, before pushing you up against the wall again, his lips capturing yours in another searing kiss as one of his hands roamed down to slide up the underside of your shirt.

"B-Boothill!" You moan softly into his mouth, your saliva mixing with his.

"Mm..." Boothill grins against your lips at the sound of his name being moaned...from his favorite lady...his only lady. His teeth graze against your bottom lip before biting down gently, making sure not to hurt you with his sharp teeth.

"I love it when you say my name like that, darlin’..." He mutters, pushing the shirt up further and exposing the skin on your stomach, his hand began to roam over the exposed skin, making you shiver at the cold touch.

You catch his lips in a kiss again, sloppily compared to the ones you previously had, almost desperate as your lips were asking him for what you both wanted.

With a pleased hum, Boothill kisses you back greedily, his tongue delving into your mouth as his hands roamed over more and more of your skin, wishing he could feel every inch of you.

He quickly began to tug at the shirt you were wearing, needing it off as he wanted more of you, wanted to taste you, love you, make you his like always...his babygirl...his woman...the love of his life...

You finally slide the shirt off, only breaking the kiss to throw it to the floor before kissing him again. Hands travel into his hair, sloppy sounds fill the room reverberating off the walls.

With you now without a shirt on, his hands roamed over the exposed skin as he pressed you up against the wall, his knee slipping between your legs so he was repeatedly pinning you against the wall.

He made quick work of trying to undo your bra but he fingers made it difficult. Eyes widening before closing again as it finally popped free.

He couldn’t get enough of you, he was practicality addicted to you

...no no he WAS addicted: your taste, your skin, your moans...Aeons, he loved it all.

"Yer so fudgin' beautiful..." He mutters against your lips, helping you slide the bra onto the shirt on the floor. Which will surely be where you throw the other articles of clothes later on.

"Aeons honey...you know just what to say..." You whimper, panting softly, whines and kisses fill his senses.

Boothill smirks against your lips, hearing you whimper against him just made him even more excited, more desperate...you were driving him crazy, and he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

"Yeah? You like it when I talk to ya’ like this, darlin’?" He teases, his mouth moving down from your lips to your neck, nibbling and biting at the skin along the way, leaving behind more marks, kitten licking a few of them to tease you.

You finally snap and nudge him to move towards the bed, pushing him down and landing on top of him.

With a small chuckle, he actually allows you to push him towards the bed, his hands still roaming over your bare skin as he falls back onto the bed with you on top of him.

"You can be so damn demanding sometimes, darlin’~" He teases you with a smirk, his hands resting on your hips as you sat on top of him.

"Not demanding...I just know what I want...and when I want it..." You whisper as you lean down to lick his lips before locking his with yours.

Boothill groans into your lips.

You were too damn seductive for your own good

But he wasn’t complaining, not at all, he loved it when you took charge like this.

His hands traveled up your sides, tracing along your ribs as you kissed him. When you nipped at his bottom lip with your teeth, he couldn’t help but let out a growl, deep and guttural against your mouth.

You kiss him harder, your tongue dangerously teasing his lips, before slipping into his mouth.

With another low growl, Boothill lets you slip your tongue into his mouth, his own tongue meeting yours in a passionate kiss. His hands slid even further up your side until they finally reached your chest, his thumbs gently stroking against the skin, making his way closer and closer to his goal...

But he couldn't hold it anymore...

You squeak as he flips you over, him on top, his eyes narrow seductively before he lets out a low chuckle. With a smirk, Boothill pins you to the bed, his eyes traveling around your face.

He chuckled at the gulp you let out, your adorable reaction and the look on your face only made him all the more excited. His eyes roam over you for a moment before he spoke again.

"God darlin'...I can't get over how beautiful ya are." He breathes, his tone low and sensual. "I mean look at ya!" He tilts your head to look at the mirror on the wall across from the bed. After you glance he tilts your head back to him.

Your eyes meet for a soft second, cute smiles turn into smirks as your lips press against each other...

With his lips pressed against yours, Boothill’s body starts to move against yours, his bottom half grinding against yours in a slow, tantalizing manner. His hands were gripping your hips, pinning you to the bed so you were unable to move under him.

He nipped and nibbled at your bottom lip as he continued to grind against you, wanting to make you whimper and moan for him, wanting you to be under his control.

That is...until something metal slips into your mouth...a bullet...the one he usually chews on, but he keeps kissing you, not even noticing the gunpowedery piece of metal slipping past his lips.

Boothill continues kissing you, his mind completely occupied with thoughts of you, of your body underneath him, your taste and the feel of you against him.

He doesn’t even realize that the bullet is now in your mouth, his hands roaming over your curves, his body continuing to grind against yours in a slow, teasing manner.

You tap his shoulder, pulling away slowly and quickly sitting up. Your face contorts into a look of displeasure and a hint of disgust.

Boothill stops when you suddenly sit up, confusion clear on his face. His brows furrow as he tries to figure out why you stopped all of a sudden.

"What’s wrong, darlin’?" He hums, his hands dropping to your hips as he looks up at you, still trying to figure out why you pulled away from him.

You cough and spit the bullet into your hand. "I think you uh...dropped this?" You whisper with a small smile.

Boothill’s eyes widen slightly as you cough up the bullet, realization hitting him as he watches you holding the bullet in your hand.

"Oh...that...yeah, I must've "dropped" it...." He muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed that he had even forgotten that the bullet was in his mouth in the first place. But then he smirks, his usual cocky expression returning as he looks at you.

"I’m guessing you weren’t expecting that in yer mouth, huh darlin’?"

You shake my head before plucking it out of your hand and holding it up to his lips.

Boothill chuckles when you bring the bullet up to his lips. He knows what you want, and he’s more than happy to give it to you. His lips part slightly as he takes the bullet from your fingers and puts it back into his mouth, his eyes never leaving you.

He chews on the bullet for a moment before he grins at you, tongue flicking out to lick his lips as he spoke. "Satisfied, sweetpea?"

"You're so cute..." You snicker softly, nudging his knee with your foot.

Boothill smirks at your comment, his head tilting to the side as he regards you with a cocky look on his face.

"Cute? Me?" He chuckles, pretending to be confused by your observation. "I ain’t cute, darlin’. I’m a rough, rugged outlaw." He said in a teasing manner, one eyebrow raising as he looked at you. Even though he was acting like your comment didn’t affect him, he secretly loved it when you called him cute.

"Yeah but for me...you're my cute little Boothill..." You kiss his cheek, bringing him closer to lay on your chest.

Boothill lets out a scoff, trying to make it sound like he was annoyed by your comment, but the widening of his smirk betrays his true feelings. Being called cute definitely wasn’t something he was used to, but when it came from you...it had a different effect, one that he secretly reveled in.

He leaned in to place a kiss on your cheek before laying his chin on your chest, his gaze still locked on you as he muttered his next words. "Darn minx..." He mumbled. But his tone was gentle now, affectionate even.

"I love you..." You hum softly, running your hands through his hair, massaging his scalp.

Boothill’s smirk softens as he hears you say those words. He will never admit it, but anytime you say those words to him, it makes his heart melt.

He may play the tough outlaw part most of the time, but when it comes to you, he is completely and utterly whipped

"I love you too, darlin’...so damn much." He whispers in response, bringing a hand up to cup the side of your face as he looks at you.

🎀End🎀

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echobx · 2 days

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bottom rafe bottom rafe bottom rafe bottom rafe bottom rafe bottom-

summary: reader is overstimulating Rafe, basically porn without plot

warnings: handjob, oral (male receiving), praise kink, p in v (unprotected)

word count: 873

author's note: I'm so sorry that it took me so long to write this 😭😭😭 I just woke up and got the urge for it idk. I hope you like it tho.

“You're being so good to me,” you coo and bat your lashes at the boy underneath you. You'd’ve never imagined that of all people, Rafe would be a bottom but the way he is babbling incoherently is making your arousal puddle in your tiny panties.

“Can't do no more- oh god-” he pants as you keep on jerking him off and approaching his third orgasm that night.

“You can give me one more, baby,” you pout before leaning down to kiss his pink tip, tasting the cum from his previous releases. Your tongue remains there, licking and slightly pressing against his slit until you hear his head fall back into the pillows and long white spurts of his cum land on your face, but mostly inside your mouth.

Rafe is panting and even if you wanted to give in, you promised him to not do it. You promised to only stop once he's done to your liking, or if he utters the safe word, but you know he won't do that because he always has the need to prove himself to you.

“No more, please,” he begs, and you smile up at him, your hand is still wrapped around his length, softly squeezing and slowly pumping.

You give him a sweet and innocent smile, “but, baby, you said, until your balls are empty.” You cup his balls with your free hand, rolling them in your fingers and squeezing just enough to hear him whimper. “These don't feel empty to me, yet.”

“Just one, please,” Rafe babbles and you purse your lips.

“We'll see about that.” There's a spark in your eyes, one that he doesn't miss, and it nearly makes him cum again. He's completely overstimulated and tired, and sore, which he had never imagined possible.

And when your head dives down to lick a stride up his massive cock, he can't help but moan. He's fully at your mercy, and you love every single second of it. Teasing his tip with your tongue, sucking on it as if it was a popsicle before taking him fully. Letting him hit the back of your throat a few times, making him curse and whine with it.

“Y/n, I'm gonna- please,” Rafe is almost pleading, but he would be dumb to say the one word that would make you stop. Especially when you start to take him even deeper, deep throating him until your nose presses against his pelvis. This is what he trained you for, and it's the best gift you could've given him.

You slither your tongue along the base of his cock as you bop your head, and you can't stop your hips from grinding on his leg, desperately seeking your own release.

It doesn't take much longer for Rafe to cum, his dick twitching inside your mouth and your eyes fixed on him. His face contorts with pleasure, his abs flex and his legs tremble beneath you as he fills your throat with his hot seed.

But you don't even think about stopping. Swallowing hard around him, you keep on sucking him off, taking every last drop of his cum from him before letting your teeth lightly grace over him as you pull him out of you.

“Look at you, all fucked out,” you tease him and softly slap his dick against your cheek.

“Can't- please, baby,” he mumbles, but you know he can, and you know he will.

“Promise, just one more,” you say and sit up. “I feel so very empty, baby,” you coo and he mewls a little but nods. You get up and free yourself of the tiny piece of fabric that had stopped you from fucking him before.

A loud moan escapes the both of you when you sink down on his semi. You love having Rafe under you, to be able to control him completely. But you love it even more to feel him get hard inside you, the way his dick twitches and the low whimpers that fall from his pretty lips.

“You're such a good boy, Rafe,” you praise him as you start rolling your hips, feeling the stretch his cock gives you, makes you see stars every single time, but you continue nevertheless.

“Love you so much, baby,” he muses, and you lift yourself up, slowly and deliciously before ramming down. You know he can't keep it together for long when you do this, but that was the goal.

“Fuck- keep going- love you,” he babbles as you bounce on him and just minutes later he spills into you, groaning as he finishes, and you lose yourself in it. Clenching around him and screaming his name as you come undone and fall to his chest.

“Do I have to say it?” Rafe asks through heavy pants, his hand stroking over your back.

“Five is a good score,” you giggle breathlessly.

“Next time, it's your turn,” Rafe sighs, and you can feel him drift off into sleep, while his dick is still buried deep inside you.

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narcissisticpdcultureis · 18 hours

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Questioning NPD, and already prof. dx'd autism and OCD culture is (lengthy and vent-ish, but not really with the latter):

📌 Carefully orchestrating this whole ask.

📌 Thinking every day about how much criteria you meet. **It's nearly all of it**, but you're still unsure if the things you've been prev. dx'd with would cancel it out or not.

📌 Stigma and misconceptions making you second-guess yourself.

📌 "-But I don't constantly or overtly seek attention/admiration..." Though I DO desire it, fantasize about seeking it, and get upset or disappointed when I don't receive what I'd like/had expected (when I do so). I'll think about it for a bit and feel a mild (?) sense of entitlement, then scoff "whatever" in my head.

I'm also afraid of people thinking I'm pathetic if I try too hard, so that's why I don't.

📌 ^ Comparing your competence in something afterwards, then being like "🤔🧙‍♂️😏" (silly ass emojis ik) when you notice that you're better or on par with whatever someone/everyone else has presented.

📌 ^ Moral OCD kicks in not long afterwards. I'll be writing a book if I elaborate.

📌 Struggling to find resources on covert presentations of NPD besides "10 signs of a covert narcissist" (it's mostly emotional abuse shit) or "the covert narcissistic mother." 🫠 Like bro please.

📌 Being afraid that by claiming you have "narcissistic traits/tendencies" and potentially learning it's all something different later that you'll seem like a fool (I feel like there's irony in this).

📌 "What if it's just C-PTSD?" (Also questioning) + "What if I suspect what could be C-PTSD is just my OCD and *some trauma.*" The fear of seeming like a fool to people (generally and those you'd seek help from) 2x.

📌 "I'm also aware of how my actions affect others sometimes, and I'm pretty self aware..."

I KNOW it's a misconception/overgeneralization that narcs 'can't have empathy' (also dude how do you think I manage how others potentially perceive me lol). I ALSO KNOW that self-aware narcs exist (like on here, hello...), but man...

A therapist once told me that I seemed too self-aware to be one as the 3 (yes) previous people they had experience with "typically only came in due to other problems like depression or perceiving others having 'the issue,' then were later diagnosed."

Self-doubt plus a lack of resources is a Bitch...

📌 That same one also used Donald Trump as an example of a narc (not that I'd disagree since I've read a bit of that one book about his family that was made by.. I think his Niece? Who's a clinical psych, but lmao...), wasn't aware of certain terms I'd bring up, and would accidentally skip questions (brought a pocket diagnostic manual with me, so I knew).

They were nice, but it made me go "hmm I think I'm more competent." Fear of being 'an arrogant fool' with that one (esp. as they've gone through schooling and I haven't.... *Yet* 😏), but seriously. Makes me teeter between whether I should just go with self diagnosis or seek out a more qualified professional (realized that one didn't specialize in pds besides BPD, so..) whenever I'm more prepared (both bringing up that fear again).

📌 OH AND BEING ASKED "Do you exploit others?..." with a waiting stare. Maybe others have no problem admitting that or other unpleasant things, BUT WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WANNA SAY THAT!!! 😭 (I actually don't - at least not harmfully or often? But still).

📌 Obsessing/having intrusive memories and thoughts about people who've rejected you, left you out, did relational bullying, and/or perceived you as somehow 'less than' and were condescending towards you. Fantasizing about either winning their approval (more of a younger me thing) or overpowering them; either directly proving them wrong/that you've actually been better than them/putting them in their place or becoming famous for something unique/grand. ALL for **Years** and it sucks because it's likely that I barely exist in their minds, and I've yet to move on.

I've yet to heal/grow from this internalized shame and whatnot in full (plus there's more I could add into it like familial shit, the compassion/thoughtfulness I've had for those people despite what I've mentioned above - like ik they've had their own issues, etc.) I mean, I have been doing better... I've noticed my own growth, but it's been a painfully slow process.

📌 My mom being like "*you're not like your dad!!*" when I talk to her about narc stuff; further feeding my self-doubt/questioning. Also yeah it's likely that my paternal side has tendencies and that my dad has NPD. Way more than me actually LOL (plus I also likely get the OCD from his side, but y'know... Lots of them are old, they're Latinos, and idk what's up w my cousins since I rarely talk to them).

- Uhhhhh can I please claim 🌀🪄?

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darylbae · 17 hours

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I LOVE YOUR DARYL ONESHOTSSS AAHHHHH

i wanna request another vampire Daryl x fem reader pretty pleaseee

I would write this myself but I do not trust my writing skills LOL. A basic summary would be a lone reader who kinda just travels around, and one night when seeking shelter from a thunderstorm she finds this guy named Daryl, barely alive, and nurses him back to health (as much as she can by feeding him rabbit and meat barely cooked per his request), before realizing that Daryl is a vampire but couldn't really care less ("There's dead people walking around and you think a guy sucking blood and being deathly allergic to garlic will astonish me?").

Maybe for some backstory the reader is looking for their dad (or something like that) who got taken by raiders, so she's traveling around trying to find him and killing anyone who gets in her way, so by the end Daryl and the reader make a deal that Daryl will help her, and she just has to provide the corpses.

Ofc, don't feel obligated to write this, I'm sure you get so many requests anyway 😭😭 Again, love your fics!

sweet thing — daryl dixon

in which you meet you make a deal with vamp!daryl, hoping to benefit each other

note: i hope this is what you wanted anon, and u are too kind! i am so grateful for every lovely comment i get, it really keeps me motivated to write.

The rain was pricking at your cold skin, eyes almost closed to keep the droplets from invading your sight, and there wasn't an end in sight. You had to find him. Your dad, the only familiar sight left in this damned world, was gone. You'd sat around a fire one night, sharing a can of beans, giggling about another guess the song game you'd been playing. Then you'd woken up, and he was gone. You knew he'd been taken, it wasn't hard to realize, his stuff still surrounded you as you cried into his jacket that morning. There had been raiders on your trail for a while, it was actually a group you'd split away from a while ago. Looking to drag you back in. Why hadn't they taken you too? You wondered every day since, all thoughts leading to you feeling too useless to anyone. So now you wander, hoping to find a lead to get you back on track to finding your dad again. You'd spotted a metal panel propped between two trees, it had almost resembled a hut, and it seemed the only shelter for miles. It'll do for tonight.

You'd lost count of the days now, it all consisted of walking, stopping to eat and drink, kill walkers. Still in the same God forsaken woods that you lost your dad in. The raiders typically stayed in wooded areas, easier to conceal themselves, which was proving to be true. Leaning against the coarse bark of the tree beside you, you'd sighed deeply and readjusted the gun on your hip. Another stolen prize from the raiders which had helped you immensely in escaping. It was time to search for a place to stay. It had started raining again, however much worse than it had last time. Thunder was booming around you, the rain quick to soak your clothes and your hair becoming stuck to your skin. In the distance you could see a shed, or what looked like a small house. Your brain had squeezed onto the hope of shelter, picking up the pace as you broke free of the woods. It was, in fact, a small home. A bungalow of sorts, good enough for you for a few nights. It didn't seem occupied, but you were still cautious, so you'd equipped your blade and held it up as you breached the door. It was worn down, seemingly vacant since outbreak. But in the corner, by a fireplace, you had spotted a shadow. A moving shadow. You hadn't thought it through, you just rushed over to the person, in hopes it would have been your dad. It wasn't. But it was a man, who seemed to be on Death's door. Wheezing in and out, shivering as his coat laid over his body, ghastly pale. You'd thrown your bag off your shoulder, ripping it open to find your makeshift First Aid kit. "Hey, you still awake over there?" You asked, incredibly surprised at your confidence around a stranger. A wounded stranger. He grumbled, giving you enough confirmation to keep administering First Aid. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch."

Turns out he'd been stabbed, too weak to patch himself up. These were all just guesses, as he'd remained silent in the corner ever since you'd gotten here. However, he stayed. Even as you went out to find some dry firewood, after the rain had stopped, he was still sprawled out in the corner of the room. You'd started a fire, and sat comfortably in front of it as you let your food cook and clothes dry. "Do you have a name?" You asked, glancing over to the man. He met your eyes for one second, pulling them away from yours in the next. He remained quiet. "If we're going to inhabit the same home for a while then the least I expect is some information." You spoke, stabbing the bits of rabbit with a stick on your improvised grill made of wire and clothing hangers. "Daryl." He mumbled, taking the coat down from his face and sitting up. It was nice to see more of his face now, and strands of his hair stuck on his face. His voice was smoky, gruff, kinda hot. You hadn't thought about someone like that since before the world ended. It had just been you and your dad, except for the group of raiders you'd abandoned. You smiled into the fire, happy you were making progress. "Want some rabbit?" You offered, waving the end of the stick over at him with a cooked chunk of rabbit meat. He shook his head. "I'll find my own food." "Come on," you huffed, "eat some damn food. You need it if you want to heal." "I like it rare." "How rare?" You asked, ready to chuck some more on the grill. "Not touched the fire kinda rare." You grimaced, gesturing towards the cut up meat on the floor next to you. He leaned forward, wincing as he held his stitches, and stole a few pieces for himself. It didn't satisfy him like you probably would, but this was unbeknownst to you, he had to sit in the corner and control himself. You'd been nice enough to keep him alive, so he owed you that much. "So why do you eat raw meat? Won't you get sick from that?" You questioned, done with your food for the night and just using the fire for warmth. He shook his head. Guess that was too far. Silence lay heavily on the pair of you, Daryl too interested in a crack on the wall, and you watching the flames dance in front of you. It was you making all the conversation, so you had assumed that was it for the night. You'd climbed onto the couch, laying as comfortably as you could, and closing your eyes, hoping to have a dreamless night. "Ya won't believe me. You'll run." You heard, and you'd sat up, facing Daryl who was now sat up, arms resting on his knees with his head dipped down slightly. "Why?" You asked. "Why would I run?" Daryl paused. He didn't want to be alone again. As new as you were to his life, he liked company above all else. Even if you were pushy. "I prefer humans." "You're a cannibal?" You shivered, sat up properly now, ready to make a run for it. "NO." Daryl answered, "well, kinda." "Vampire?" You asked. Judging by his silence, you were right. And it shocked you how... normal you were about it. "Okay." You laid back down, clothes still damp and uncomfortable. But sleep was catching up quick. "Ya ain't gonna run?" He asked, and there was a hint of innocence you could hear. Like a child that had been walked out on one too many times. "No," you answered, still laid down but eyes open and looking at him, "the world has ended, the dead are alive, and you think a guy sucking blood and being deathly allergic to garlic will astonish me?" "Myth." You smiled, happy to close your eyes again. "You gonna suck my blood?" He wanted to, so bad. He wanted to taste that sweet blood pumping around that pretty body. "No. Don't wanna hurt ya." Your heart quickened, and you were embarrassed how much of an effect this stranger was having on you. You needed some action. Bad.

The fire was out when you'd woken up, and the man in the corner, Daryl, was gone. You lifted your head, noticing the coat that had once covered him, was now covering you. Your cheeks tinged pink at the sentiment, as you'd sat up fully now, still keeping the coat nicely snug around you. He hadn't left, surely? You'd made your way outside, the heavy thud of your boots alerting him of your presence, as you'd found him on the porch smoking. "So you can still smoke, huh?" You asked, sitting down next to him and observing his demeanor. Even the way he moved was hot. "Same as you are, just different diet." "Guess that answers my question of how you're in the sunlight." You giggled, and you could almost see a smirk threatening to show on his face. "Want your coat back?" "Nah," he croaked, mid-inhale, "looks better on ya." You couldn't quite believe your life had come to flirting with a vampire in the apocalypse. "Going somewhere?" He asked, and he was a lot more talkative than yesterday. You shook your head. "All I've done is wander the woods for God only knows how long, I plan on staying for a while." Daryl knew it was a topic for another night. So he stayed silent. "Gonna find some dinner. Stay inside." He instructed, standing up and stubbing the end of his smoke. You nodded your head at him, planning on making this home a bit more homely.

Daryl had been gone a while, and you'd cleaned up the place a bit. Making it look not-so-run-down. And you'd even found a book, to accompany you as you waited on dinner. He'd returned back after sunset, having been gone all day. And you were becoming ravenously hungry. "Took you a while." You commented, slamming the book closed and getting up to get the fire lit. "Yeah, sorry," he grumbled, "see ya kept ya'self busy." He looked around at the space you were sharing, seeing it didn't look nearly as bad as it did when he found it. You had only just looked up at him, seeing a sleeveless shirt and being more interested in that than the deer slung around his neck. His toned arms, patches of blood and debris from hunting all day, it was enough to drive you mad. "Hey," he clicked at you, and you felt shameful, "eyes are up here." He joked, and you smiled awkwardly at him. "Ready to eat?"

You'd eaten a good amount of meat, both of you now sharing the couch. Shoulders touching, thighs touching, your heart was beating loudly in your ears. "What's got ya out here?" He asked, his gruff voice sending goosebumps up your arms. But the question was something you didn't know if you were ready to share the answer to. But Daryl could help, he could get you closer to him. Finding your dad again was all that matters. "It's been me and my dad for the longest time. We'd met up with a group of raiders a while ago, who did things we just weren't okay with, so we up and left in the middle of the night." You sighed, heart aching for your dad and wherever he was. "They've been hunting us since. And we settled down one night, and when I woke up, he was gone. Taken. I've been trying to find him ever since." Daryl's hand found your thigh, and you almost jumped at the contact. "I'm sorry." He offered his condolences, and the feeling of his hand on your leg was starting to catch fire. "Not your fault, unless you were a raider." You turned to him, and he shook his head, that smirk appearing once more. "What's your plan next?" "I'm not sure, I just needed shelter for a few nights so I could conjure a plan, until I found you." You admitted, a sweet smile upon your lips and you looked at him. Friendships tended to form a lot faster in the apocalypse, but you weren't sure what this was. Daryl was silent for a moment. "You given up?" "No. Never." "Well let's look for him, together." He suggested. "I'll rip through that whole group if I have to." "You'd help me?" You asked in disbelief. "I like ya company," he confessed, like a dirty truth, "wanna keep ya around. Gotta help each other out." You were beaming on the inside, if this wasn't confirmation of a friendship, then you didn't know what was. "What do I do for you?" Daryl looked at you, your sweet, innocent features, eyes full of curiosity and hope. You'd seen things, but you were truly broken yet. "Help me find bodies, people, not worthy of life, and I'll help ya find ya dad." He demanded, but his voice was low. You found yourselves inching closer together, and Daryl's thumb delicately dragged over your cheekbone. "Sweet thing. I'll help ya."

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