Hi lovely, could you possibly update Returns chapters. I’ve only read up to 10 not knowing there was more. I couldn’t find them either. I hope you have a wonderful day🤍
HELLO DEAREST! yeah, most definitely. My Master List is waaaay overdue for an update haha
In the meantime:
Return
Daryl loses Y/N when they head into Atlanta to rescue Beth. Her absence colors his years until they find each other again.
Era: flashbacks, current day S10/S11, The Reapers
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14 - Homecoming - The Conclusion (new!)
Oh nothing just thinking about how extremely sexually frustated and pent up season 2 Daryl gets and how he gets to release all that by taking you into his tent and fucking himself totally stupid
He’s just so angry and frustrated with himself, with the world. He doesn’t wanna think. He wants to forget. You’re so soft, so warm, he’s addicted to your body, the way it makes his body feel, the way he makes yours feel, it does something unreal to him.
Daryl’s rough but because he needs you so bad, he’s rough because he simply cannot get enough, and his greedy hands try to grab onto to more. Fuck, your body turns him on so much to the point he wanted to get completely nude himself, pressing your skin against his. Your hands never touched his scars, it made him feel safe.
It was like therapy for him, shyly dragging you away from the group into his little tent for a hot and needy make out session, tearing off your clothes like teenagers who had just discovered how magical sex could feel. He’d be so obviously hungry in the way he sloppily kissed you, his hands pinning you down onto the makeshift mattress so he can drag his wet lips across your jaw, licking the underside and sucking his way down your throat. He gropes your fatty hips, squeezes your thick thighs and runs his hands up the sides of your smooth waist, fondling your soft tits before shamelessly popping one into his mouth.
Daryl didn’t know the first thing when it came down to pleasing a woman, Merle always telling him how he just “fucks ‘em ‘nd goes” and “doesn’t bother with all tha’ extras” but Daryl didn’t understand what that meant. To him, sex was sex. You needed two people to have sex, that was two bodies you needed to please.
Daryl’s thrusts were messy and sometimes he needed you to talk him through it, tell him how good he was truly making you feel and how he could do even better. It was all that he needed, your voice filling his ears and completely drowning out any others. You filled all five of his senses, touch being the most overwhelming one. He needed to fuck until he just couldn’t anymore, whimpering into your chest as his hips stutter, cock twitching as he cums. But Daryl doesn’t pull out, no, he keeps going, fucking himself through his orgasm till his cock is sensitive and aching.
By the end, you’re both a complete mess, Daryl’s release oozing out of you and sticky where it had started to smear against your inner thigh, wetly smacking against his hip. Daryl simply wants to press himself against you after sex, peppering soft but firm kisses onto your sweaty face. He practically kissed you with both his nose and lips, bumping his face into yours. It made you smile, because it was like his own unique way of telling you ‘I love you’ without actually saying it, and he didn’t need to, never needed to. His body spoke loud enough for him.
don’t mind me just thinking about how daryl defied all the odds. dead mother, violent alcoholic father, neanderthal drug dealing older brother who took advantage of him at every turn and did everything in his power to demolish every bit of his spirit.. yet he still became the strongest, softest man with a heart that would bleed for anyone and a desire to do good that has almost gotten him killed more than once. and now, the last man standing. good job baby <3
I’m genuinely gonna start screaming and tweaking the fuck out throwing up crying ripping my hair the next person I see in my sights is getting all their goddamn limbs torn off and swung around like a helicopter HES LITERALLY TRYING TO EAT HER FACE LIKE ARE YOU KIDDJNG ME THAT SHOULD BE ME
Been thinking about Daryl who documented his life through the lens of a shitty stolen digital camera. In a typical loud, rowdy, argumentative household, Daryl learned to appreciate the quiet and peaceful moments in his life.