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starshipsofstarlord · 2 days

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sub!daryl headcanons

summary. what it would be like to have a subby daryl at your hands 🥵😭

warnings. smut obviously, hair pulling, aftercare, oral (both male and female receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex, ass slapping, saliva swapping, praising, teasing, finger and nipple sucking, pet names (and a little degradation), fluff

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

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he will literally do whatever you say, he is just pussy whipped and a lil’ obedient when it comes to you. all he wants is for you to praise him and make him feel better, and loved. being the submissive one in the relationship makes him feel so taken care of, and it’s something he’s never had before, and he is so appreciative that you’re willing to be his care and pleasure giver

pulling his hair always has him whining desperately, especially if you’re sat on his cock or stroking it when doing so. it just sparks some kind of feral control over him, and he’ll gasp and groan and beg for more, and it’s an easy way to grasp his attention if he’s distracted by his own thoughts or current ongoings

you’d tease his swollen cock, making the archer buckle beneath you as you hovered above him, as you’d line up his cock with your pussy. to make him even more desperate and more of a whimpering mess, you’d slip just the head in your entrance, pulling it out and sliding it through your folds, repeating the action. he’d be babbling for more, hardly being able to make out words as he’s near tears

he will eat you out for hours, until his jaw is aching and cramping, it is his favourite meal, no matter what mood he’s in. whether he’s feeling submissive or just lost, he sees it as his home. he buries his face in between your legs, desperate to please you, and he’d look up to make sure that he’s doing a good job and pleasing you

when you grab his hips, he feels so small (even if there is a size difference), he’d love it. it makes him feel safe and looked after, and he knows he can rely on you, to not only subside his hunger to feel pleasure, but in general. and he is addictive to seeing whether or not he has bruises on his hips, he loves to press his fingers down on them and feel the ache above his hipbone and remember all of the things that had lead to that. you also pin him down by his hips if he acts up whilst you’re having sex or being gracious enough to give him a blow job; it’s a reminder that you’re in control, and he loves that, especially considering how often he has to take charge out on runs with some of the idiots that have joined your community

it’s dirty, he knows it, but he loves it when you brush your fingers or one of your thumbs against his lips, sliding them in past them and ordering him to suck them. sometimes you’ll push them in farther, forcing him to gag on your fingers and he loves how breathless it makes him, and he can physically feel the tears prick at his eyes

if he’s a good boy, which he tries his best to be, you’ll comb your fingers through he’s hair, whether at the time he’s giving you oral or is laying on your chest after an exhausting session together. he loves to use your tits as a pillow, no big or small they are, and if he’s dazed or just feeling needy, he’ll begin suckling on your nipples, not only because he wants to but he knows that you’ll play with his locks

there are a fair few positions the two of you have tried, but you always end up going back to the same two that make you feel closer. cowgirl is the most often, where he can see your tits bouncing in his face and he can bury it in them, sucking on your tits and drooling from the pleasure, muffling his moans in your womanly globes. reverse cowgirl makes him feel so light headed, where he can see you using his fat cock, and you dig your fingernails into his legs causing him to whimper. if you’re in the missionary position, he’ll chortle in bliss, pounding in you as fast or slow as you want him to

kind of a repeat, but he loves loves loves to be praised, it makes his chest feel full of pride, and his stomach swarm with butterflies. phrases like ‘good boy’ make him feel appreciated and encourages him to keep up his good work. ‘dirty redneck’ is a term you save for when he’s practically salivating and unable to keep his hands from touching you. it makes him even harder than before, and it turns him on when you slap his hands away

bruising kisses that take his breath away are a must, he tries to kiss you more when his eyes closed, and although he should have realised that you’d have pulled away as you often do, he opens his eyes with annoyance, it’s as though sometimes you encourage his brat attitude . and so you bite his lip, nipping at it as though you’re threatening to draw blood

you cherish him all, and if he’s feeling particularly insecure, you’ll show adoration for his entire body, including his scars. you’ll lay him down on the bed, his cock pressing achingly hard into the sheets as you flutter kisses across the permanent lines in his back. whether they’re old or new scars, you’ll show love to them all the same, telling him how beautiful he is and how you are so lucky to ‘have a good boy like him’

it’s a reward, and he knows it. although he can’t help himself from acting like a starved man if you sit on his face, he’ll devour your pussy, wanting to taste you for as long as you allow him to, eyes flittering between your perfectly rested mound and your face, which is either unfocused and thrown back in pleasure as you use him, or glaring with integrity down at him, which would make his cock twitch with anticipation

if he’s feeling a little risky he will begin grabbing your hair, although he knows that he has been taught better by you. he’d earn a slap on the hand, or you’d curl your fingers tightly around his wrist with a vice grip, and he would freeze. and so in response you’d tease his cock and grasp the base of it tightly, causing his breaths to become stuttered

at times when he’s cock is filling you up amidst your instructions, your reach down and fondle his balls, playing with them to cause him to thrust in surprise inside of you. again, it was just another reason for you to scold him, and you’d grasp his ass cheek, slapping it, and although he tells you he despises it his lies slip through as he moans in pleasure

he was is thirsty submissive, and he’ll open his mouth before you’ve even asked him to, awaiting for you to spit in his mouth. and you would, and he’d hold your saliva inside of his mouth until you commanded him to swallow. he’d be on his knees with an open mouth, just patiently waiting because he knows you can’t say no to that particular desire of his

when you’re feeling horny, you’ll take him as you please. you’ll shove him against walls, on the bed, or any surface that will do. you’ll pin him wherever, just so you can feel in control of something. he knows to oblige without refusal then, even if it makes things difficult, such as when you caress his jean clad cock whilst you’re seated behind him on his bike, and he has to pour all of his focus into not veering

caressing his cheek after he’s cum is almost like a ritual, his cheeks are flushed from the heated blood that has become pigmented on his face, as he huffs to catch his breath. he’ll go all dosey, as he leans into your touch, although he always holds off from cumming until you tell him to

he’s a moaner, shattered versions of your name will escape his lips. hell even mumble it when you’re in the shower, the spray of water falling on you both, even if you aren’t having sex in there. you’ll douse him in body wash if you were lucky enough to find some on a run, rubbing his chest and back and removing the sweat that has smothered his body. and you’ll gently clean his cock, causing him to heave out high pitched whimpers from the overstimulation but he loves it

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louifaith · 21 hours

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I don't know if this story exist or I'm going insane but I can't stop think about it

Basically Reader is a Pole dancer or exotic dancer...I dunno, anyway Daryl and Merle knew her from before the outbreak but they meet again at the quarry, she gets a bit embarrassed when they recognise her because the apocalypse was the perfect excuse to be a new person and now it's ruined. Merle is a bit of a jerk constantly humiliating her and saying nasty things until Daryl puts a stop to it. also Daryl and her slept together the first time they meet?

I DON'T KNOW, IT PROBABLY DOESN'T EVEN EXIST

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dixonzzgirl · 3 months

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imagine…

finding daryl a really cool zippo lighter and seeing him mindlessly flick it open and close throughout the day.

sitting with your feet in his lap while you both relax on the porch swing (alexandria era).

pinky linking instead of full on hand holding.

finally getting to the playful butt swat stage of your relationship + him winding up his t-shirt and chasing you around the house.

him praising you whenever you kill an animal: “nice shot, girl.” “look at you.“ “atta girl.”

reading a book with your legs crossed on his work bench as he tinkers with his bike.

getting a cold and when daryl dips down to kiss your lips, you turn your head away from him. “daryl, don’t! i don’t wanna get you sick!” and then he grabs your chin and presses a firm kiss on your lips anyway.

daryl finds a cowboy hat and drops it on your head. you let out a giggle. “what’s that saying? save a horse, ride a cowboy?” you smirk. his cheeks darken and he turns away from you. “think ya’ got tha’ backwards..” he drawls. “no? pretty sure i’m right…”

eating a lollipop and daryl walks right up and pulls it out of your mouth and puts it in his (or vise versa).

having a journal that you can both communicate in. we all know daryl isn’t the best at communicating his feelings verbally and maybe you aren’t either, so you just write back and forth to each other.

i love the journal idea because you would use it for everything. daryl has to be up early to help rick with something? he’ll scribble a quick “helping rick. come find me.” and as soon as you wake up and feel the void in bed beside you, you go right to the journal.

him getting hard as fuck when you give shane attitude (farm era).

you get into an accident on a run and ending up losing a lot of blood and you wake up later in the infirmary. “ya’ lost a lotta blood,” he says. “then i bet you did too…” you smiled groggily knowing that he gave you some of his (he’s a universal donor).

rubbing aloe vera on his sunburnt skin and he just lets out these sexy ass heavy breaths.

him watching you get visibly frustrated when someone else is helping you with something, but not doing it the way you want it done, so daryl steps in and tells them to get lost.

daryl giving you cold medicine while you’re sick and he makes you take it in front of him and open your mouth to show him that you swallowed it.

a/n: these are my favorite scenarios to imagine when I'm in class :) if you wanna use any of these ideas for a fic, tag me! i'd love to see them!

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star-wrote · 1 month

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daryl dixon wants to cum inside of you so bad.

he knows that he shouldn’t, that there are risks…but the need to fill your pussy up is just so strong.

when he’s nearing his peak, he nuzzles into your neck and begs to cum inside of you. his sounds are muffled, but you know what he’s saying because you want it too.

he decides that heaven is the sound of your voice begging him to fill you up with his cum.

but then he finishes, pulls out, and decides instead that heaven is the sight of his cum leaking out of your swollen cunt <3

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lilgoblinbitch · 23 days

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daryl dixon is a munch.

that man LOVES eating your pussy. everything about it makes him rock fucking hard; your moans, the way you tangle your hands in his hair when he licks and sucks your pulsing cunt, and how you wrap your thighs around his head ensuring he doesn’t stop. but he doesn’t stop, he keeps going. his face is between your legs for 10 minutes, 30 minutes, hell sometimes even hours. he just can’t get enough.

daryl dixon also likes to fuck.

he loves watching your eyes roll to the back of your skull while he pounds into you, hips rutting into your core with his big hands manhandling your thighs. he always makes you feel good. always paying special attention to your sensitive little bud.

“feels so good, daryl.” you’d say.

“doin’ s’good f’me, baby.”

he loves praising you. you’re always so good for him. your cunt is a prison, and his cock is the prisoner; except he won’t be bailing out.

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sourpatchys · 2 months

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I’m sure someone’s already said this but— Daryl would 100% be down for period sex. You really think some blood is going to turn him off? Absolutely not.

As long as you’re willing then so is he— it doesn’t matter what time of the month it is.

Having cramps? Sex could help!

Feeling bloated and undesirable? He’ll worship you inside and out, don’t even worry about it!

Even without sex, periods aren’t going to gross him out whatsoever.

Bleed through your pants? Wear his! he likes seeing you in his clothes anyways!

Need a check after you sneeze? He’s gonna take a peek and let you know!

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celtic-crossbow · 3 months

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Have You No Idea that You’re in Deep?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Alexandria

Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamic; Oral sex (m receiving); Implied cock warming

A/N: @retroellie, @ankhmutes I hope this suffices!😩

How Daryl was carrying on a conversation above you was just flabbergasting. He had all but dragged you into the dining room, leaving you standing behind him while he walked around the four-seater table and scrutinized the long cloth that hung a few inches above the floor.

With a nod, he lifted one side and gestured underneath. “G’on.” It didn’t take a rocket scientist to determine what the purpose of such a command boiled down to, and if you were being honest, it caused a rush of heat between your thighs that had you rubbing them together. Once you had followed orders, Daryl bent down to smirk at you. “Be a good girl an’ maybe I’ll reward ya after.”

It had been at least half an hour. Your mouth was stuffed full of the archer’s cock, your hand stroking what you couldn’t accommodate. Damn him if he didn’t use his solid grip of your hair to try and force it anyway. Each bump against the back of your throat coaxed more tears from the corners of your eyes. It was so hard to remain quiet, not to gag or moan or whine. Besides the occasional thrust of his hips when he was pretending to adjust himself on the chair, Daryl was strategically remaining still and quiet.

“Haven’t really searched that area ‘fore. Might be worth it.” He spoke coolly, working you up and down his shaft by your hair. The way he lounged in the chair was obviously keeping the movement of his arm hidden from the former deputy. Perhaps, he just considered it as one of Daryl��s nervous habits.

Rick’s boots were mere inches from your feet. One wrong movement from him or you and the jig would be up. If you were caught, there would be no way the cock sliding past your lips would be filling your pussy later.

With slow and silent movements, you brought your hand up to cup his balls, massaging gently after you felt the muscles in his thighs tighten. You were careful not to make a sound when you pulled off of him, pushing back against the hand in your hair. His grip twisted and pulled to make your scalp sing with pain, but loosened again when you drug your tongue up the underside of his cock, using the muscle to massage the thick vein there before dipping the tip into his slit.

You eased him into your mouth just as Rick brought up fuel for the cars they would be taking. The archer twitched inside your mouth, a sure indicator that he was close to orgasm. You were happy and disappointed in equal amounts. Your jaw hurt, but you lived to pleasure your man, working hard for the rewards he would give you after a job well done. Your cunt clenched at just the thought of being mercilessly pounded and filled.

“Who we takin’?” Daryl asked, clearing his throat just as he used your hair to bring you to a halt, cock at the back of your throat. You focused on relaxing, crying around his length and breathing through your nose as silently as you could. He was using your mouth to edge himself.

Dear god.

Two fingers were stuffed into your pussy before you could stop yourself. You were embarrassingly wet, too wet to pump your digits against your slick walls without making too much noise. Fuck. Reluctantly, you withdrew and smeared your slick over Daryl’s balls just to feel him tense once more. He knew what you had tried, the harsh grip and tug on the strands wrapped around his fingers very telling.

When he twitched once again against your tongue and tried to stop you, you refused to relent, knowing your insubordination would drive him wild, that the punishment would at least include your aching pussy being stuffed full of that wonderful cock, stretched and filled.

Using your teeth, you scraped them up his length ever so gently, delighted when he shivered but when you drew him back in and hollowed your cheeks, tightening your lips with a squeeze to his balls, he was done for. He spurted down your throat, shoving you down until your nose met his pelvis. He held you there as he came, trembling with the effort of remaining still and silent, nodding at what his friend was saying.

You obediently drank every drop, licking and sucking him clean before continuing to stroke him, attempting to coax him back to full hardness before he released your hair and snatched your wrist.

Oh, you were going to pay for that one.

He held on until the conversation ended, allowing Rick to see himself out. Once the door closed, he slid his chair away from the table and dragged you right along.

“Ya just had to be a brat, didn’tcha?” Your cunt was throbbing while you watched him stroke himself before yanking you onto his lap, barely taking the time to slide your panties aside before splitting you open on his cock.

You threw back your head with the filthiest groan, wasting no time before you began bouncing on his lap. His hands gripped your hips roughly, sure to leave bruises, and held you still. “Daryl, wha—”

“Ya gonna sit there until ya learn to do as you’re told. Don’tcha fuckin’ move.” He arched a brow, daring you to backtalk as he leaned back, his hold strong and unyielding.

“Daryl,” you whined and gripped fistfuls of his vest. “I need you. Please, please fuck me. I need to cum so bad.”

“Ya will.” He smirked, tilting his head almost thoughtfully. “Eventually.”

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wife-of-all-dilfs · 1 year

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imagine riding him on his motorbike while the engines running so its vibrating inside you-

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ysoandi · 1 year

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Daryl: *accidentally brushes Y/N's hand with his own*

Y/N: *aggressively holds his hand* Fucking commit to it, Dixon!

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vilentia · 1 year

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If Daryl Dixon had a soft spot for you

If Daryl had a soft spot just for you, he would likely show it through his actions rather than his words. Daryl is not known for being overly expressive or emotional, but he has a big heart and cares deeply about those he loves.

He would prioritize your safety and well-being above his own. Daryl is fiercely protective of those he cares about, and he would go to great lengths to make sure you were safe and taken care of.

He would listen to you and value your opinions. Daryl may not be the most talkative person, but he's a good listener and he takes people's opinions seriously. If you had something to say, he would give you his full attention.

He would show you his vulnerable side. Daryl has been through a lot of trauma and loss, and he can be guarded about his emotions. But if he had a soft spot just for you, he might open up and share his feelings more than he would with anyone else.

He would make time for you, even when things are busy or stressful. Daryl is always on the move and he's used to living a life of constant danger and uncertainty. But he would make an effort to spend time with you and prioritize your relationship, even in the midst of chaos.

He would show you small acts of kindness and affection. Daryl may not be one for grand romantic gestures, but he would show his love and affection through little things like bringing you food or supplies, giving you a comforting touch or a reassuring look, or simply being there for you when you need him.

He would respect your boundaries and give you space when you need it. Daryl is not one to force his presence on others, and he would be even more careful to give you the space and autonomy you need to feel comfortable and secure.

He would be attuned to your needs and feelings. He may not be the most talkative or emotionally expressive person, but he has a strong intuition and can pick up on subtle cues. He would be especially tuned in to your needs and feelings, and he would make an effort to respond in ways that made you feel supported and understood.

He would go out of his way to make you smile. Despite his gruff exterior, Daryl has a playful and mischievous side, and if he had a soft spot just for you, he might indulge it more often. He might crack jokes or make silly faces just to see you smile, or he might surprise you with little gifts or gestures that show he's thinking of you.

He would be loyal and committed to your relationship. Daryl is not one to give up on those he cares about and he would be committed to making your relationship work, no matter what challenges or obstacles came your way.

He would be your rock in difficult times. He is a survivor and a fighter, and he has a strong sense of resilience and determination. He would be a source of strength and support in difficult times, and he would never give up on you or let you down.

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starshipsofstarlord · 7 days

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daryl pre-apocalypse dating headcanons

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he would be nervous to date you, especially with the looming opinions of his father and merle lingering in the back of his mind, but it didn’t matter, he loved you and wouldn’t let anyone, especially them stand in the way of him finding his own happiness

each day he saw you it would put a smile on his face that he would try and hide but fail to keep from your sight

daryl wouldn’t be very much into pda, except if it was in a crowded area (he hated those), so he would hold your hand and when he’d get more stressed he’d squeeze your hand

motorcycle dates where he’d take you to the middle of nowhere

he would teach you how to hunt (unless you were against it), and how to shoot his crossbow

^^ he would put up targets for you to practice on against trees and would love to wrap his arms around you to help with the angle of which you held the weapon

he would love cuddling with you since he’s a touch starved bby whilst something random is playing on the television

he’d dance with you slowly and softly in the kitchen of your apartment with the radio on, to some old song that neither of you had ever heard

he would apologise profusely if you cleaned up after him (e.g. clothes and boots on the floor, toothpaste cap open, toilet seat up etc)

on the weekends you would just order pizza for dinner

if you were having any trouble with your car, he’d tell you to screw the idea of taking it to the garage and deal with it himself

he’d adore to see you smile at the most random things, like if you saw a child with a balloon or if he was the reason he would swoon even more

he would sleep with either his head on your chest using your boobs as a pillow, or you’d be spooning

if you have any scars he’d kiss them all each morning and night

smoking together before bedtime or with your morning coffees

neither of you had much money, so your little home wouldn’t be much, it would give small cozy cabin in the woods vibes, but it would be perfect

he’d let you trim his hair (on his head and facial)

feeling as though he has to protect you from merle and his friends, knowing that they made comments about you and your body from time to time

he would get insecure if anyone checked you out, and so you would reassure him without any irritancy he was the only one you wanted

showering together

him being scared to show you all of the scars across his body, especially the ones on his back. but during the first time when you scatter his flesh with kisses, he is no longer afraid, instead it becomes like a therapeutic massage

he would get you a promise ring, not something expensive but thoughtful and state that one day it would be replaced with a diamond

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louifaith · 11 days

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Thinking about Daryl with the “crying when someone shows them love” trope

You're on the sofa with Daryl lying on your chest. It had been a tough week for both of you. Gently, you brush his hair, holding him close to you, and then you whisper, “I love you.” It's not the first time you've said it, and it's not as if you don't say it often, but this time, he starts to cry at first, it's just tears, but then he begins to sob, clinging tightly to you. You give him a moment before ask what's wrong, but he doesn't answer. So, you just hold him close, hoping that it's enough.

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dixonzzgirl · 7 months

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thinking about riding daryl, but as you’re cumming your hips lift up slightly and he roughly forces you all the way back down onto his cock … a gasp escapes your lips but you obey nonetheless. you continue to ride out your high, although daryl didn’t really give you a choice because he was rolling your hips back and forth as he pleased. you lean down to press little wet kisses onto his chest. his hands trail up to your hair and neck. he pulls you into his lips and gently grabs a fistful of your hair, keeping you pressed into him. it didn’t hurt at all. it was intimate and possessive and you wanted more. you pull away for a moment.

“can you flip me on my back?” you ask in a soft, needy tone that could never be denied by your archer. your pleasure always came first to daryl, so within one sudden movement he had rolled over and switched positions with you. he gave you those eyes. the ones that search yours for permission to keep going.. permission to fuck you stupid. you smiled with flushed cheeks.

“go crazy.” you rasp out. he leans down, open mouth, kissing you and slowly making his way towards your ear.

“careful what ya’ wish for, sunshine.” he whispers with a devilish smile. your walls clench around him involuntarily and you get ready to dig your nails into his back while he fucks you senselessly into the mattress.

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star-wrote · 17 days

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the grip that daryl had on your hips was almost bruising.

he buried his head into your back to muffle his desperate sounds as he rocked his hips into yours.

you always love it when he decides to take you from behind, maybe it’s because of how rough he gets like this.

he reluctantly pulls himself away from your back and spanks you softly. even though it was gentle, it didn’t fail to make you moan for him.

“such pretty sounds, baby. love when yer bein’ such a slut for me.”

you sob a moan out into the pillow that he had your face pressed into. he smirks and leans down to wrap a hand around your neck and lifts you to press against his chest.

somehow he felt even deeper inside of you.

his dirty talk now flowed right into your ear, his mouth running along your neck.

“wish ya could see whatcha look like righ’ now… fuckin’ angelic.” he groans as you tighten around his length.

you knew he was close, especially since his accent was getting thicker.

you also knew that the man wouldn’t cum unless you finished first.

as soon as his fingers lit up the nerve endings in your swollen clit, you were done. you fell forward as he released his grip on you to pull out and stroke himself.

although you loved feeling his hot seed hitting your back, you couldn’t help but wish it was inside of you. <3

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Can you do a Daryl fic where you fuck and then he says he’s not into labels :( and it makes u sad and comfort

I love this idea !!! lesss goo

A/N: Sorry if these are taking longer than you thought!! im putting myself all in between the breaks i manage to get from school lol. I liked this personally, not sure if i managed to put out a good "comfort" though but there you go anon!

Your eyes flickered at Daryl's scars covering his entire back alongside of his tattoos that looked very much like to having been done by an amateur. You had been wondering their story for a long time now, yet never had the courage to question him vulgarly.

You moved your legs restlessly under the thin sheets, feeling his seeds sticking to your thighs and dripping onto the bed.

He was never at ease with such things. From the very beginning of your "relationship" that is, just warming eachother's bed on these aggravating days of the apocalpyse, where former human beings becoming foes to the geniune humanity. Hence, you always had to wait for him to leave first. There'd be nights so lewd, so scarlet that he'd feel adequate enough to let his guard down now and then. He'd fall next to you on the bed. He'd try to maintain his heaving chest as he'd cover up his downer body with sheets and would just lie down, your bodies so close to eachother, so warm that you'd feel sheltered against his bare skin. And then, he'd bend down to grab his denim jeans and take out the pack of cigarattes you'd looted from a walker's jackets earlier.

At times, there'd be enough to last you a week but at other times there'd be so little amount that you would share one. He would pass a cigaratte to you that he had taken a long drag of. You'd draw the cigaratte to your lips, savoring the tip of the cigaratte he'd moistened with his lips.

But on this specific night, both of you were high on joints. These thoughts entangled your mind as your attention shifted on the flexing muscles on his back while he put on a t-shirt.

You spoke your mind, without giving it a second thought nor being aware of his upcoming run with Glenn and Rick tomorrow early in the morning.

"Why don't you sleep here?" You uttered low, tracing your knuckles across the downy sheet incase he'd turn to face you, you couldn't dare.

"Why, are ya need in company?" He grunted in a headlessness manner as if to drop a joke. You despised how he practically didn't pay any attention to it.

You felt blood rushing to your face. The humid already made it unendurable to stay under the sheet and now this. You took deep, instable breaths.

"No." Your voice was unexpectedly trembling slightly. You shook your head as you scoffed. Now, he was facing you.

"It's just..." You were already in remorse, wishing you hadn't even started this conversation in the first place. You bit the inside of your cheek as you cracked your knuckles out of apprehension.

You felt his piercing gaze sticking upon your forehead, yet you rejected to meet with his gaze until you found something to say that didn't make you look, perhaps, desperate.

"It just gets lonely in this side of the prison." You uttered, finally lifting your head to see him buckling his jeans. You had expressed this countless times in conversations with a different context. Rick had decided to put you in a cellblock away from the others when you first joined them and he didn't change his decision ever since.

"Gon' ask me ta snuggle, too?" He quipped, a subtle sly smirk played on the corner of his lips. He tapped on his pockets as he scanned the small cell for his belongings that he might've dropped.

A sense of indignity overwhelmed you, leaving you feeling overstimulated. You couldn't grumble. He wasn't a boyfriend that owed you courtesy after screwing your brains out. He wasn't someone like that after all. Nonetheless, you loathed at the thought of a huge difference between men and women. How insensitive they could be, how insensitive he could be.

You were very well aware of your relationship, you'd both made it clear to not turn this into anything it wasn't. However, you couldn't resist the longing yearning in your heart.

"Jerk." You simply said as you turned your back to him. You placed your hands under the pillow, resting your head on it. All those thoughts, yet "jerk" was the only thing you made it through your lips. You locked your eyes on the shabby wall, slowly breathing as all you were hearing was his movements behind you. He was so dazed that he couldn't comprehend you nor your course of actions.

"Got'a get sum' shit done in the mornin'." He spoke to himself as he was wearing his leather boots.

"Ya know, with Glenn n' Rick." He added followed by his grunts as he leaned forward to tie his bootlaces.

"The sun shines on this side of the prison, too. You know?" You uttered quietly. Your tone must've caugh his attention as he stopped tying his laces and leaned back on the chair bit by bit. He sighed as he rested his hands on his knees.

"What the hell 's dis all 'bout?" He spoke low with an irritated tone. He scowled at not getting an answer from you.

You wrapped your hands around you, staring at him with softly quaking brows. He stood there with a clenched jaw, eyeing you with squinted eyes.

"Now ya dun' talk?" He spat, chewing his bottom lip as he grabbed his jacket on the bedside table.

"Ya damn well kno' how ta kill a good night." He scoffed derisively, hearing a exasperated sigh from you.

He turned his head to you, giving you a spine-chilling glare.

"Don't ya?" His voice grew taller as you observed the vein throbbing on his neck.

"Keep it down." You exclaimed, shifting your position on the bed in a rush. The bed sank under the weight of your knees as you incompetently tried to cover yourself with the sheets.

His eyes flicked through your bare body for a brief moment as he forced himself to look you in the eyes. You felt subjected to his deviant gaze, a sense of shame flooding your every cell.

"Nah." He firmly uttered.

"Rick threw ya in dis cellblock for a reason." His tone above a whisper.

" 'Cuz ya stir up sum' drama."

"All the damn time."

"Dun' miss a chance, like clockwork."

He locked his eyes on yours. Dark shadows roaming his face. Your face got hot as you had to wait to process his words, what they could've meant.

"Those joints have caused you a mental block." You hissed, not understanding even a bit why he would've say something like that.

"Fuck off." You shrugged your shoulders as you threw your body on the bed, leering at the ceiling.

"It ain't tha'." He uttered, you could sense him leaning against the wall.

"Then what? All this because I asked you to sleep with me?" Your hands met over your chest, crossed. You could hear his shallow breaths, contemplating the best thing to say. You knew he'd fail. A moment passed as neither of you spoke. He took a deep breath

" 'S cuz ya wanna go for childish fantasies." He grunted.

"Like 's sum' kinda game." He spoke, one could sense the palpable thickness of weariness in his voice. It was like he had questioned it a thousand time before you even brought it up. His heavy words lingered in the air, unraveling all the things he never even told you. You could sense it.

"It isn't." You abruptly begged. You needed him to know that you understood his way of seeings things, his way of seeing you. You knew you shouldn't corner him. You didn't.

"Forget it." He huffed with exhaustion as he left the cell.

"Night." You mumbled, knowing he didn't even hear you. You didn't even bother to get up and grab your clothes lying on the floor as you were nothing but flabbergasted. Your eyes were glued to the ceiling, hearing the cicadas singing outside of the prison.

A tear rolled down to your temple and your hand shifted to the side of your face reflexively. You sniffed your nose and shook your head in apace. You got up slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed fully naked. You sticked your eyes to the wall infront of you, fearsome of even uttering a word to yourself in this godforsaken cellblock.

You reached your hand to the panties he threw to the floor as all you could hear was muffled conversations from people on watch. You exhaled, the futile argument which broke out of nonsense didn't support your brain to not grow more lethargic thanks to the joints.

The world around you started to spin, leaving you out of kilter as you had to screw your eyes shut. You wore your bra and as you were done with clasping it, you drank what felt like a gallon of water.

You topped it with a dirty t-shirt and left your body uncovered to the humid of the south on your bed.

What did he think? That you were gonna be just fine with just fucking. How long before you started to feel things, that you wanted more.

You blamed yourself, too soon you thought. Maybe it wasn't. There was no way to know.

You woke up to the sun breaking through your eyelids. You fell asleep to overthinking hence the penetrating headache. You swallowed dryily as you tossed your body to the water bottle next to you and gulped it down agressively to a point where it dripped down your neck to the floor.

You spent your day within the fences of the prison casually, helping people run errands and talking about the run three of the solid men in your group went.

You were in the hall where you kept your food in, cleaning your pistol and weapons so that they're more handy. You furrowed due to your focus on the weapons when you heard a few sighs out of relief drawing near to the hall.

You lifted your head, awating to see who it was with your growing curiousity. Your face loosened at the sight of Daryl and lowered it to your weapons once again, exhaling subtly.

He put his crossbow and poncho on the table, fixating his eyes at you. You wrinkled your forehead, trying to ignore his existence but you were only growing to be distracted even more, with him standing there and observing you.

You suddenly lifted your gaze, exhaling exasperatedly with your hands sagging between your knees. Dirty rags and utensils accumulating a thick layer of dirt on your hands.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a second, sighing dramatically.

"...What?" You huffed, wishing nothing but to be left alone.

" 'M sorry." He muttered under his breath, making it impossible to be heard.

"You're what?" You let out a frustrated growl with his fancy words.

" 'Bout last night." He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, concealing every bit of an emotion peeking on the way.

"What about it?" You forced a downward smirk, trying to seem cool.

"C'mon." He simply said, looking rather bewildered with you. He looked as if he didn't know where to put his hands or what to do with his body.

"Your fine." You huffed, focusing on the weapons.

"I's bein' a dick 's all." He begged, taking a step towards you.

"Yeah you were." You scoffed tauntingly, not looking at his direction. You observed his boots and exhausted steps drawing towards you as you maintained your focus on the dirty rag in your hand.

"Ya kno' I'ma set things right." He was so near you that you had to raise your head to look at him. You were sitting on the frontstep of smaller cellar in the hall, he looked down at you. Your eyes filled with a flamey look as he stayed put.

"Per usual." You forced a sham smile, wishing he'd sense the sarcasm in your tone.

Seeing that he wasn't getting out of the way, you instantly got up as you rolled your eyes. You leered at him.

"Will you please get out of my way?" You hissed, maintaining a stern eye contact like a rock.

He remained silent without blinking.

"Dun' do dis." He mumbled.

You felt heat rising to your head, slowly gritting your teeth.

"So now it's my fault?" You barked between your heaving chest. You digged your nails into your palm, your face getting redder each second.

He remained silent once again as he placed his burly left hand to your waist, burying his forehead on your shoulder. As you were at the brink of pushing his body, hands softly grabbing him by the shoulders.

"A herd nearly took us out today." He breathed against your skin.

Your hand fell loose down his body as your eyes widened and you let out a soft sigh. His hair tickled under your chin as you felt him breathing shallowly against your skin. Your eyes fixated on the entrance gate as you didn't know what to say or do.

You felt your eyes twitching along with your bottom lip as his hot breaths send shivers down your spine, your body flooding with goosebumps.

"Almost got Rick." He added after a few second that felt like a decade.

"I'm sorry. I- I-" You made it out through a shaky voice as he lifted his head, his hand still gripping your waist.

"Ain't yer fault." He slowly ambled toward the table where he left his crossbow on.

"Jus' made me get mah head al' together." He spoke as if there was no one in the hall. He slunged his crossbow on his body and rubbed his face as he let out a frustrated sigh.

"There ain't no reason ta be a damn douchebag." He added, eyeballing you as he placed his hands on his hips.

You were left with thousands of feelings, thoughts lining in your head leaving you stay put like a statue with no form of life whatsoever. Your brows were raised, lip bottom still trembling yet you managed a hold on it. He threw his poncho on his shoulder as he got close to the hall gate.

"Come to my cell tonight." You insisted with soulful, intense eyes right before he left.

You saw him nodding his head discreetly as he chewed on his bottom lip.

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