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lazyneonrabbitt · 2 months

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MarchWeres NSFW prompt

Body Worship

Daryl Dixon x Reader | Slight smut 🔞

Even after all the time you spent at his side since meeting each other in Alexandria, Daryl still felt insecure around you in private. He had such a hard time control of himself that he barely dared to get intimate with you unless there was not sven a sliver of the moon visible during the night.

You fell in love with his human self before learning about his other half.

You never left him, even after he scared you by suddenly shifting into his beast shape to save your life. But still his heart raced and a cold sweat broke out whenever you tried to be intimate with him. His mind would flash with images of you meeting a violent end by his claws.

You could feel the tremble in his body as he laid turned away from you after his claws and fangs came in uninvited and he got scared.

"Daryl? Hey, please look at me." You went to wrap an arm around him and pushed through this time, not pulling back as he twitched and tried to hide away at your touch. "Nahw. Bad idea."

His voice held a tone that told you he really did have a hard time keeping his other form at bay. He was fighting it with all he had, if he redirected his attention to you he'd change.

"I'm not scared." Your hand trailed from his arm up to his shoulder and neck, stopping only to scratch at his beard.

Daryl couldn't help but let out a content growl at the touch but quickly curling even further into himself when he realized.

You weren't having this tonight. You were going to love him in whatever shape he'd end up in. Using all your strength you managed to roll him back enough for you to entirely straddle him, taking the blanket off his top half with it.

There was panic in his bright blue eyes, his partially agape mouth showing sharp teeth. You chose to ignore it all and grabbed at his meaty chest and side. All those years settled in the community as it was now did his body good. "You have no idea how pretty you are." You pawed at his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles tense even under the healthy layer of fat that built up over the years.

When you reached back to squeeze at his thighs he groaned at the roll of your hips. The tent in his boxers was clear as day, pressing against your core. You were sure if you kept grinding on him just a little longer he'd be done for, but you weren't going to.

You leaned back down to trail kisses over every scar on his body, starting at the one over his eye, "I'm the luckiest woman alive, having you at my side." and moving down with each kiss. "My big, strong protector." By the time you reached the waistband of his boxers Daryl was a growling, panting mess underneath you. "Let go. I'm not scared."

You kneaded at his hips and mouthed at his still clothed cock, nuzzling against the muscle and feeling him twitch against you and with a buck of his hips and a long winded growl he came undone.

His growling didn't stop. He had lost focus and you were getting what you wanted.

His growling over time changed to scared, low whines when he was close to being fully turned, curled into himself again and keeping his claws tucked away under him. He almost looked small, despite taking up over half of the bed.

"Daryl?" He raised his brows at the call of his name, looking up at you with sad eyes. You watched his eyes trail over your body before moving back up. "Hey, look at you. My handsome beast." You went to rest your hand in his fur but he flinched at your touch again. Still you kept your arm outstretched and placed your fingers at the side of his jaw, softly carressing his cheek.

"I love your grey fur, you old man." You giggled at your own words, leaning closer to him and press a kiss between his ears. "Will you roll over for me?" Your hands roamed each part of his body you could reach, but he still shook his head in denial.

You kept running your hands over him, dkwn his arms to finally grab at one of his paws and pulling it from underneath him. He had stopped resisting, you realized. "My, what big paws you have.." You smiled and pressed your thumbs into his pawpads, feeling the rough skin underneath your soft fingers.

Daryl finally moved on his own and sat to shake out his fur, gaining even more mass now that his scruff wasn't flat against his skin anymore. Now you got to have a good look at him for the first time. No fights to be had or people to be saved. Just the two of you in the safety of your home.

"You're so pretty like this, Daryl." With your hands on his cheeks you reached up to kiss his snout, then the side of his mouth and his jaw before burying your face in his neck. You could pinpoint the exact spot of the little X that adorned his skin even with fur covering his body and playfully bit at the spot, earning you a satisfied noise thst made you press yourself against him entirely.

Two large clawed hands grabbed you at your waist, easily encasing your lower torso entirely as he let himself roll onto his back with you on top of him.

You felt the swell of his knot press against you but decided to ignore it for now. Now wasn't about having sex with him, now was for showing how much you loved him in all of his forms.

"Are you finally agreeing with me here, Dixon?" You sat up on his stomach that even in this form kept the soft protective layer over his strong muscles. "Yeah, you are! You big softie." Ruffling his chest fur and laughing softly at his dismissive grumbles must have been the highlight of his evening. Daryl had kept this side of him strictly for combat, always believing you didn't really want him this way. Believe you preffered his human side and he couldn't even give you that most of the time.

But yet here you sat on top of his large, monstous form with a smile on your face and the clear scent of arousal coming off you.

Only now, with your hands trailing each mark on mis body with your fingers, pointing out each little detail that you loved about him he felt like a dumbass for never seeing your point of view before.

"I like these." You said softly, fingers gently brushing over blackened bits of fur where his tattoos were. "Do you think they're still there if I'd shave your fur?" The growl he let out was a clear answer to your suggestion. You were never finding out, and that was okay. You laid back down on top of him and kissed his cheek.

"I love you, Daryl. All of you."

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snailss · 2 months

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MARCHWERES PROMPT 6- WET DOG PLEASE GIVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM.

Main Masterlist

Daryl Masterlist (includes marchweres)

Prompt list by: @marchweres

CW: Poor writing, short, swearing, reader is referred to as ‘woman’ once but it is otherwise gender neutral, mentions of scars, characters are naked but it is still semi sfw, slightly suggestive, not proof read, lemme know if i missed anything!

Daryl was filthy.

The man was a walking biohazard, his clothing stained with grime and walker guts, yet he still refused to hop in the bath, stating that it was ‘fuckin’ pointless’ until after he had shifted for his hunt later. In a point of desperation to get him clean, you told him you would join him.

Which leads you to now.

You’re slowly rubbing shampoo in the mans hair while he grumbles about something incoherent, his words garbled. There’s a smile on your face while you nod along to the stories of his run, your hands massaging his scalp lightly with each pass of his hair. Despite him being taller than you, you’re behind him, his back pressed flush against your bare chest.

Slowly, you rinse the suds out of his hair and move down. You pour some soap on your hands and begin to rub his back, loosening the tight knots and stress out of his muscles. Your fingers trail lightly over his scars, being sure to kiss the occasional one before you pass by it with the soap.

With open mouth kisses, your lips trail up to his scent gland, sucking against it softly and giggling at the small whine he lets escape. Such a big, strong man, all just to be unraveled by the slightest touch.

“Shit, woman..” his voice trails off, his torso melting into your body and leaning against you.

You hum in acknowledgement, kissing and sucking his neck, leaving a nice plum coloured mark on his throat. The procedere forces a groan out of Daryl, and you think that maybe, just maybe, you should bathe with him more often..

A/N: I’m still new to writing, so please be kind in the comments! I wanted to try some Marchweres Prompts, so here we go!!

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deansapplepie · 2 months

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Marchweres Day 1-2

Prompt: Full Moon, Shapeshifting, Predator-Prey

Pairing: Werewolf! Daryl Dixon x f!Reader

Word Count: 1,5k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, predator-prey dynamic, at first it looks like they don’t know each other (it soon is proved to be the opposite), a little role-play maybe(?), mentions of fingering, mentions of cunnilingus, teasing, dirty talking, dumbfication if you squint, praising. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+

A/N: I wrote the werewolf thing in a vibe more Twilight, but at the same time I’m creating my own things about it.

Also, It may or may not be in twd universe. You can consider anything. There’s no mentions of walkers or the apocalypse.

It was full moon. She was big, round and high on the sky. Despite not having a single light with you, it illuminated well almost everything and it also created shadows.

You walked by yourself in the woods, a dumb choice most people would say. The full moon was when monsters crawled from their holes and came to earth so they could feed from humans. Or at least, that was what your grandmother said. You never believed on this shit, until you listened to a howl, and by how the sound was high it came from somewhere close to you.

How could you forget there were wolves in those woods? Why did you come to the woods in the first place?

The leaves rustled nearby, you looked to your sides and saw nothing. You felt a warm breath on your nape and turned very slowly, your heart beaten fast, and the nervousness was all around you. When you turned back you were presented to a big dark brown wolf, it was the biggest wolf you had ever seen, his nose was in the same height as your face. It was so furry and had some white hair here and there, specially around the snout. The wolf’s eyes were a bright blue that could be recognized anywhere, because you never saw something as shiny as it. It let out a small huff and showed a little of teeth and you interpreted that as “Run.”

Your instincts heightened and you turned your back to it and started running. You knew it was stupid. You knew you had no chance. Your 2 little legs against the ginormous wolf 4 legs? No chance! You ran as if your life depended on this. You took some glances at your back and you saw it chasing you. It could be faster, but it wasn’t the intention. The Wolf was playing with you, playing with the food.

You ran as much as your body allowed you, until you were faced with a Stone Mountain, and you had nowhere to go, you turned back to the monster and saw it approaching you, cornering you… planning the exact moment it would jump on you. His blue eyes illuminated the night like two lanterns. You looked both sides, no way to run and you looked back again, it was like he had a grin on his animal face before attacking you and tackling you to the ground.

You closed your eyes for an instant anticipating the fall, the fluffy leaves made floor of the place welcomed your body and when you opened your eyes, there he was… a huge man caging you to the ground, his hands holding yours up your head, his medium length hair falling like a curtain in his face, his wavy hair framing his face, that same blue eyes now adorning his face and when your eyes roomed lower you were presented with his marvelous chest full of scars from old battles and tattoos. Going a little lower you could see his happy trail and your eyes tentatively roomed down, until you heard him. “Ma eyes are up here sunshine…” the gruff voice sending chills throughout your body.

Your eyes moved back to his face and he couldn’t hide the amusement on his face. You smirked at him, and he continued to talk. “You probably sucked at playing hide and seek.” He took a long sniff on your neck and continued to talk in your ear. “Ya were all around the woods. Can’t even hide yourself for living. And yer smell? Could smell your arousal miles away before finding ya.”

“It’s because of the expectation of you catching me.” You admitted.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, of what you’re going to do to me.”

It was true your grandmother told you everything about werewolves, but she never told you how it was to be one or live with one. And if there was one thing you learned it was that every full moon they got so much energy accumulated, having to control themselves and spend this energy hunting… but that wasn’t the best way of spending this energy, it was till they matured and learned that sex was the best option to go through this phase. Just after meeting him you got to learn all of this.

Knowing this, that night, you decided to do a game. More like a tag game than hide and seek, to spend some energy, for the adrenaline to run in your veins, especially his, to build the expectation. But while you did that, you couldn’t help but feel excited all the way through to your ending agreed point.

“So what will the big bad wolf do to me?” You asked looking at him with the best clueless look you could manage to give him.

He held a laugh at your act. “What do ya suggest?”

“I don’t know, this was your idea…”

For fuck’s sake, you had already lost count of how many times he had made you cum. It was like his battery was never low. He started fingering and eating you out, then he made his sick game of teasing your folds, clit and entrance with his dick but not doing what you needed the most… next thing he hammered into you for so long that you lost count of time.

Now after your, god knows how many, orgasm he pounded into you, producing the filthiest sounds of your juices and bodies colliding against each other. You had your arms folded in front of you so you could support your face and prevent from laying it against the leaves, your ass up high while he grabbed your hips and fucked you senseless, otherwise you’d not be able to hold yourself in the position.

“D-D-D-Daryl…” you cried while he hit that spot again and again.

“D-D-D-D…” he mocked you. “So fucked up that can’t even say one simple word.”

Damn… he loved you in every way he could have you, but gods he loved to watch your ass while he disappeared inside of you. He grunted with his thoughts and what he saw in front of him and felt. How could him have so many dirty thoughts about you when he was already doing the dirty?

One of his hands came to your body and helped your body up to be flush against his while he continued trusting his hips on you. One of his hands wandered up your body stopping for a little on your breasts and then continuing its way to your neck stopping there, no pressure just giving you the sensation of being held there. His other hand traveled from your hips down to your clit rubbing torturing circles on it. You whined and whimpered against him, feeling that one more time you were getting close to your release.

“Fuck. Ya always do so good for me, taking everything I give you.” He breathed on your ear. “Do ya have any idea off how good you make me feel?”

Your body trembled, a bunch of moans and incoherent words coming from your lips, you had reached your orgasm one more time. He felt that he was finally getting there, he continued riding your orgasm till he felt like he couldn’t hold it anymore. He pulled out, his cock rubbing up and down between your folds while you where still coming out from your orgasm. He bursted in pleasure spending his seed on your stomach and on the floor. Even though he was deeply tempted on finishing inside of you, he couldn’t. You still didn’t feel prepared to have his puppies so he was waiting for your time.

He laid on the floor holding you in his arms waiting for both of you to recover your breaths. You turned around and your mouth found his giving him a passionate kiss. “I love you, but I don’t know if I can walk.” You pouted.

“Don’t need ta. I’ll carry you home.” He said nuzzling your hair. “I love you, and thank you for spending this time with me.”

“Next full moon again?” You asked, and he laughed he couldn’t believe you had enjoyed this crazy idea.

“If ya want to, yeah.”

You dressed your clothes, Daryl helping you and then you realized he didn’t dress the clothes you brought him on your backpack. “I’m not walking home with your naked ass. Nothing against it, but what if people see it?

“I ain’t walking.” He shifted again into his wolf form and signed with his snout for you to get on his back.

“Really? This isn’t what I imagine when you ask me to ride you.” You joked, he left a huff from his nose, and you knew that was a snort.

He lowered himself so you could get on his back, you laid there on his dark brown fur, one leg on each side and your arms around his neck. As soon as you were on his back and holding yourself, he ran through the woods, this time not behind you, but with you.

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celtic-crossbow · 1 month

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MarchWeres Day 13

Prompt: Body Worship (NSFW alt prompt)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Tabby (oc)

Warnings: Oral (male rec); and well…body worship

Daryl was lying as still as he could, his entire body trembling with both a base need and an ingrained discomfort. His wife straddled his thighs, fully clothed while he was bare before her.

“I love your hair. How long it’s gotten, the little bit of gray in your beard. How both of those things remain true in both forms.” She slid her fingers through his hair and over the scruff on his chin.

“Your eyes were the first thing I ever noticed about you. You were so angry and mean, but it wasn’t in your eyes.” The archer knew to close them when she leaned forward, her red hair a thick curtain around them. Plush lips pressed softly against each eyelid before going straight to the tip of his nose. She sat up with a fond chuckle. “Cutest nose I’ve ever seen. I can never resist booping it.

Daryl snorted. It was true. Whether they were making love, arguing, hell, even in a fight against a few whisperers, his crazy wife had tapped the tip of his nose with a fingertip and a squeak of boop. He knew he had that lopsided smile on his face but it faded when her palms traveled down his neck to caressed his shoulders.

“My god, these shoulders. Always carrying the weight of the world, the burdens that don’t belong to you. Strong, capable.” He felt her thighs squeeze against his own and the scent of her sudden arousal was easy for his heightened sense of smell to pick up. “When you throw my legs over them and bury your face in my pussy, you drive me insane. If this was about me right now, I’d already be riding your face.”

“Could be ‘boutcha if—” Tabby shot him a look that had his mouth clicking shut. Well, couldn’t say he didn’t try.

“Your arms. Fighting, hauling that crossbow, protecting the people you love.” Her fingertips ghosted from the bend of elbows to his hands, her fingers intertwining with his own. “You lift me like I’m a feather, press me against the wall with these hands on my ass.” There was that press of her thighs again. “Just one of these fingers takes me higher than I’ve ever been in my life.”

Christ. She was trying to kill him.

As her hands approached his chest, he felt his stomach twist into knots. Strong muscle was hidden beneath skin that had softened with age. It was the entire reason he was below her at that moment. She found him with his forehead against the shower wall, just looking down at himself, his lip curled in disgust. Hell, even in his wolf form, he was pudgy and scarred. Still fast, strong, lethal, but no longer lean and his body riddled with imperfections.

Tabby snapped her fingers in front of his face, startling him from his thoughts. “Baby, I need you to hear me.” She was brushing her fingers from his nipples down to just above his pubic bone and back again, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You don’t seem to understand how beautiful you are.” Bending sharply, she kissed a profound scar that curved around his ribs while her fingers kneaded the soft skin of his abdomen. “I’m trying to remind you.”

“Tabby-cat, ya ain’t gotta—”

The redhead sat up abruptly, her gaze so intense that he shivered under the weight of it. “Look in my eyes, Daryl Dixon. You look me right in the eye and tell me I’m lying to you.” He tried—damn, did he try—to find any trace of falsehood but he came up empty.

“Nah. Y’ain’t lying.” He whispered.

“Good.” Tabby shimmied her body down a little further, wasting no time in wrapping her soft hand around his half hard cock, eliciting a sharp hiss between his teeth. “Now, I could tell you about your strong legs and adorable toes but—” She cut herself off to drag her palm over her tongue and give him a few rough tugs until he was hot and heavy in her hand.

Before he could protest, his cock head was pressed against the back of her throat. He arched off the mattress and inadvertently jerked his hips. It didn’t seem to phase her in the slightest. Her hair cascaded around her face, his cock disappearing past those pouty lips with each eager bob of her head.

It was several minutes of kitten kicks, hollowed cheeks, and ball massaging before he was grunting her name and spilling down her throat. Daryl laid there, chest heaving while he stared at the ceiling, twitching from overstimulation as she cleaned every drop of his spend from his skin.

Remaining above him, she crawled forward to claim his lips and allow him to taste himself with a groan. “You might be thinking that’s my favorite part of you.” With a tilt of her head, she was looking over his face with such a fond softness that his heart could have fluttered right out of his chest. “It’s your eyes. It’ll always be your eyes, baby. The first thing I noticed, the first thing I look for when I wake up beside you, and the last beautiful blue I want to see before I fall asleep.” When she kissed him again, it was so tender that he felt like he might actually cry. “You’re so perfect.”

“Tabby, I—”

“Ssh. Be a good boy and shift for me so I can tell you why I love every part of you in that form too.”

“Yes, ma’am.” God, he loved that woman.

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marchweres · 3 months

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March Weres SFW prompt list! [NSFW here]

The Walking Dead Werewolf AU event. Runtime: March 2024

There is one prompt for each day of the event that you can fill with full length fics, drabbles, artpieces or sketches. Any type of creativity is welcomed here!

xReader, xOC and other ships welcome! Make sure to tag them accordingly.

There's no need to fill every single one, of course. Do whichever ones you feel inspired by. There is also a NSFW list for those interested!

Any character is welcome, SFW and NSFW are alowed, as long as anything NSFW is tagged apropriately and under a ReadMore.

Make sure to tag all works with #MarchWeres so they can be reblogged here!

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lazyneonrabbitt · 1 month

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MarchWeres NSFW prompt

Breeding

Daryl Dixon x Reader | SMUT 🔞

You stood across from each other, coming down from the most love filled kiss you ever shared.

Your first kiss as husband and wife.

The gathered people cheered for you and for once Daryl didn't shy away from showing affection. His hands were snaked around your waist and his forehead rested against yours as his breaths came out in soft growls.

You know what you promised him. You'd marry the human way on the day of the full moon, and he'd get to make you his the werewolf way afterwards. You thought afterwards would be late at night, but now that you felt his claws on the plump of your ass and his eyes glowed bright blue it was clear the beast wasn't gonna wait that long.

Rick and Carol, your chosen two to stand with you picked up on Daryl's tells and sternly announced to everyone it was time to leave.

Luckily most of the folks there had been in Daryl's life long enough and knew, so the place quickly cleared out and only you and Daryl remained as Rick closed the doors behind him.

With the click of the lock Daryl's human side gave into the change and tore through the newly scavenged clothes as he took on his shifted form.

You quickly backed up but kept watching as he quickly came to and stared at you with nothing but hunger.

He gave you no chance to back up further as large clawed hands grabbed at your waist. One moved up and raked its claws through the fabric of the once expensive dress you wore and exposed your upper body, only for him to pull your torso against his open maw. His bottom canines pierced your skin just above the swell of your breast as his jaw clamped shut around your shoulder, the skin on your back breaking under his teeth as well.

He held on but lowered himself along with you when your legs gave out. He made quick work of taking your clothes off your body, leaving nothing intact.

Once you were bare he pulled his maw off you, lapping at the puncture wounds you'd be wearing as scars on your skin for the rest of your life.

Daryl made sure you weren't bleeding anymore before he moved you onto your back, his tongue following a path along your breasts, over your stomach he so affectionately pressed his muzzle into before he moved furter down to your hips and finally to your centre. It wasn't for himself he was taking his time with you, but he knew your human self couldn't take his cock easily.

"Daryl.. Go on, please." You had tried to do this with him but he never allowed it and now you were getting impatient real fast.

Daryl heard your plea and wasted no time shoving his tongue all the way down your cunt and letting out a growl. The sudden intrusion and vibrations had you moan and buck your hips against his jaws, it felt so much better than you imagined. Daryl kept tongue fucking you, flicking the muscle over your clit and sliding back inside you until you were clenching your walls and coming on his tongue.

When he came back up the fur on his cin glistened with your slick as he swiped at if with his paw.

The pads of his paw found your clit, rubbing at it while he moved closer to prod the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"Mine." You had never heard him speak in this form before.

"Good momma." He growled right next to your ear as he pushed in bit by bit. Your hands grabbed at his fur, clawing to find purchase as his thick length stretched you. You cried out from the burn, pressing your face against him to muffle your sounds.

While one paw remained on your hip so he could keep thrusting, the other pulled tour face away from him.

"Nah. Wanna hear momma." He kept your back pressed against the floor as his thumb returned to your clit, pulling delicious sounds from you that only spurred him on. "H.. ahh-- m.. momma.."?

It didn't take him long to be fully inside of you, giving you only a short moment to adjust before setting a rough pace. "Hmhm good momma.." His tongue lolled out between his teeth as he panted with each thrust, but his gaze moved from your face down to where he was pushing into you, lifting your hips slightly to give you a good view too.

The sight had you squeeze around him, whining at how full you felt.

"Good momma.." he kept muttering the same words over and over again and you started to worry.

Daryl never mentioned children being a part of his ritual. You only knew of the bite during sex.

Both his paws were on your hips now, your lower body lifted into his lap as he kept up his pace, deliciously painful. You watched him being focused on finishing the job, the knot at the base of his cock swollen and ready to be stuffed into you.

One of your hands moved down and pressed down on your stomach, feeling how deep Daryl was inside of you already. There was no way he was gonna fit it all the way down to the base, right?

..right?

Daryl moved his paw on top of your hand and moved to lap at your neck. The actions were so soft for him, especially like this. He was telling you how much he loved you without speaking. He had done enough of that already while he bred you.

Your one free hand went to stroke his fur as you tried to focus on the soft touches while Daryl worked himself over the edge, the hand on your hip moving to spread your slick over your bundle of nerves and taking away the painful edge of how deep he was pushing into you.

You felt your lips protest, squeezing his length but he kept on pushing in.

His fingers helped you over the edge and on your highest point pushed in hard. You felt him deeper than ever, the pain making you claw at your stomach for relief but nothing helped as the bliss of your orgasm quickly faded with Daryl's still rutting hips, pumping you full of his seed.

Daryl let out a noise close to a purr when he relaxed above you. "Momma. Good momma." His large paw rubbed the softest circles on your belly, he wanted this more than anything in the world.

"Love momma." He murmured against your cheek as he lapped at your tears and blissfully nuzzled into you.

You presssed your cheek against his muzzle.

"Yeah. Good mommy. I'll try my best."

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lazyneonrabbitt · 2 months

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MarchWeres prompt day 9

"Good boy."

Dog! And some Daryl x Reader

Dog just had his much needed shower, and now that he was all dried off you got to the hard part.

Brushing him out.

Luckily Daryl had found a petstore and grabbed a bag full of care items.

Once downstairs you made sure to give him a some dried meat for behaving so well in the tub and lured him onto the large towel laid out for him.

"Come on, boy. Gonna get those pesky knots out of your fur." You fed him some more dried treats to keep him relaxed and went to carefully work at his fluff.

As you brushed out his fur you coo'ed at him. "Such a good boy, letting me brush you." You made kissy faces at him and gave him a treat every few minutes. "Gimme a paw?" Brushing at his elbows you smooched his clean paw. "Thankyou, good boy." At every mention of the words his tail wagged happily.

Unknown to you there was someone else downstairs whonwas wagging his metaphorical tail at your words, only there to grab a drink but stopped so Dog wouldn't see him.

And then you started talking oh so sweet to the animal and Daryl's mind wandered.

He wanted to be treated like that dog, to be cuddled and brushed and called a good boy. He kept his distance and watched how you had gotten Dog on his back and brushed at his neck fur, paws up and tongue out he looked so happy with his hind legs spread and tail thumping on the hardwood floor. "Does the good boy want belly rubs? Yeah he does!"

Daryl's mind filled with scenes he'd never dare talk about. His shifted self with you on the bed, your hands gently scratching at the skin of his stomach and moving down south slowly-- no, not now not here.

"You're being so good! Want a treat? Yes you want a treat huh."

And Daryl's mind was back in bed, this time with you sitting on top of him, cooing in that voice you used that drove him absolutely crazy. His hands grabbing onto the counter so hard his knuckles turned white and his eyes closed to picture you even better. "Such a big boy, so good and obedient.."

A hand on his hip made him jump, ready to grab at the knives still strapped to his legs until your laugh sent him back to earth. "Yeah, I knew you were there. And now I know a way to tease you. How fun!" You stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss at the corner of his lips. "Love you, my good boy."

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MarchWeres prompt day 11

Dog. (The dog)

Dog! & Daryl Dixon x reader.

Cuddling on the couch with Dog had become your favorite way to spend the colder evenings, with Daryl always nearby and staring. He was under the impression he was doing a great job of hiding his feelings but his face spoke a million words.

Daryl was jealous. You hadn't known about his feral side for that long and you only saw it once. He believed you preferred him in his human form but oh how badly he wanted to drape his shifted form over the couch with you. Be the one who kept you warm and got his fur scratched.

"Hey, Daryl?" He looked up from his work and watched you scoot over, Dog shuffling along with you down at your legs. "You know you can come lay down with us, right?"

You could see him hesitate for a second, until you put your book away and held out your arms.

Daryl put aside his work and got up, carefully fitting himself beside you on the couch. When he was comfortable, Dog moved up to lay down on you both and quickly getting love and attention from both his favorite humans.

Your hand slowly moved from Dog's head to Daryl's chin to scratch at his fuzz, earning you a soft growl that he immediately regretted if you had to believe the way he tensed all of a sudden.

"Hey," your hand rested flat against his jaw, your thumb stroking his cheek.

"I'd love to put my hands through your fur, too." You watched as his eyebrows raised and his eyes stare right into yours as if he was asking you if you were sure.

You just smiled. "In bed, where there's enough space for me and your big dog self."

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lazyneonrabbitt · 2 months

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MarchWeres prompt day 6

Wet dog

Daryl Dixon x reader

A storm raced through the area. Your just now clear sky being covered in a thick, dark layer of clouds pouring heavy rain down on the community. You hoped Daryl and Dog found shelter out in the woods.

When the storm just hit you were on your porch immediately, towels in hand and finding your kids running up to you as fast as they could and shake themselves off as soon as they were out of the rain. You helped them dry their paws and get them inside to rid them of their soaked clothes and dry their fur off as best as possible.

They were all huddled around the fireplace under thick blankets when there was scratching at the front door.

You went to go take a look only to find Dog wagging his tail at you before moving aside to where Daryl had laid down beneath the window. He was still shifted which meant he got hurt. It was the only reason he'd be let inside in his chsnged form.

"Daryl.." You quickly figured out what happened, seeing the arrow stuck in his hip. "You really need to stop getting close to the Kingdom's new recruits. They don't know it's you." A displeased growl left your hudband's lips while Dog was drying himself off on your pant leg, leaving a huge wet stain in his wake. "Next time you can fish that arrow out by yourself, understood? You scare these people."

Taking the arrow out was an easy job for you, tossing it aside before heading back into the house.

Coming back you had a large blanket in your hands, but being just too late to unfold it as Daryl had gotten up already and shook out his fur just as you stepped up to him, drenching you in gross wet dog water.

You dried off your face and huffed as you tossed the blanket over him and dried him off as best as possible before allowing him to come inside.

He stayed shifted and let you unwrap his tail, going to hang the wrapping to dry with all the towels and the blanket.

Once back downstairs you watched your family all huddled together, warming each other and warming your heart in the meantime. But..

"Gods, it reeks here.. Wet dog smell is the worst.." you only got puppy giggles and a grumble from Daryl in return before Dog was at your side, nudging your leg in the direction of your family to come be cozy with them all.

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lazyneonrabbitt · 1 month

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MarchWeres prompt day 26

Killer Instinct

Negan Smith & Reader

Years passed after the war and Negan had earned back his trust. How, you ask?

A herd broke through the weakened walls of Alexandria. Everyone was fighting and trying to come up with a plan to lure them away but no matter what people tried there came no end to the undead.

All while Negan sat in his cell. Locked away and having a hard time following rules as your screams tore through the room, your figure ran down the stairs and locked the door that gave in only second later which had a pile of walkers tumble down the stairs and blocking off the only exit.

And you had no key to the cell..

Negan gave in and apologized in his own sassy way before tearing the steel barred door off its hinges and using it to block walkers as he changed. His monstrous form hunched over in the minimal space the hallway and roared before crushing the closest walkers with the door and clawing his way through the dead that kept coming. His fur quickly stained black with undead blood and rotting guts as he kept violwntly tearing through the undead and glancing back to see if you were alright. Eventually the stream started slowing down and there was a way out but your ankle snagged on a limb and you fell hard.

Negan could have left you and ran, but he kept his claws digging into the few walkers stumbling in and throwing them before grabbing you up in one arm and snapping bones with the other as he made his way up and outside.

There he set you down against the fence and continued to let out his rage and keeping you safe.

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MARCHWERES PROMPT 19- SILVER

MAIN MASTERLIST

DARYL MASTERLIST (includes marchweres)

PROMPT LIST BY @marchweres

CW: Unrequited love, Age gap (reader is in their 20s, Daryl is in his late 30s), prison era, mentions of death, poor attempt at angst, reader is hinted at being female, written in Daryl’s POV, small allusions to sex, let me know if I missed anything.

PLEASE GIVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM

Since long before time, the story of werewolves have been twisted and changed among cultures, but the one statement that always remained true was the fatality of silver. It's said that supernatural creatures like werewolves were often left vulnerable to the touch of the metal. It was their Achilles heel.

The feeling in Daryl's chest felt much like his lungs had been punctured by silver.

The breeze rustled through Daryl's hair while he hunted, crossbow in hand. The sun was shallow on the horizon, a soft glow looming over his face. It was well after he said he'd be back, and he had no doubt that the residents of the prison were worried, but he didn't care. The soft air of the evening gave him peace of mind, unlike the chaos of the bustling community the ex-Woodbury residents had just recently joined. Despite the abundance of people who had just allied with his group, his mind was stuck on one person in particular.

You.

You, the embodiment of Aphrodite herself, with your warm smiles and soft, lingering touches. You had come with the group when they rescued you from Woodbury, and the brunette took a particular liking towards you. Despite his normally touch repulsed self, he found himself craving your soft skin against his more frequently than not.

You were younger than him, in a happy and healthy relationship with a boy from Woodbury. He shouldn't be wanting you like this. It felt wrong. You were of legal age, of course, being in your late 20s, yet it still felt so, so dirty to be pining over you like this, especially when you didn't return his advances. With each interaction he had with you, his chest coiled tighter in an emotion he couldn't describe. Guilt? Jealousy? Envy? He wasn't quite sure anymore. All he knew was that the feeling was painful, harsh, and like a stab to the heart.

Daryl continued to trudge through the thick undergrowth. As he followed the tracks of his prey, thoughts of you continued to infiltrate his mind. The feeling of despair clawed at him relentlessly, cutting off his airways and twisting his chest into knots. You were not his to desire, not when your heart already beat in time with another's, not when you were tangled in someone else's sheets.

When he finally caught sight of his prey, Daryl paused, his crossbow at the ready. His mind drifted back to you, to the way your eyes sparkled in the sun and your laugh filled up a room. He knew he was being foolish, that he was setting himself up for defeat, but he couldn't help but imagine a world where maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to win your heart.

With a deep breath, Daryl pulled back on the trigger, letting the bolt reach its target. As he retrieved his kill, Daryl allowed reality to truly sink in.

You would forever be his silver bullet.

a/n- the ending feels rushed to me :(

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lazyneonrabbitt · 1 month

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MarchWeres NSFW prompt

Pet Play

Daryl Dixon x Reader | SMUT 🔞

"I think this would look killer on your shifted form!" You and Daryl went on a little private run to an abandoned mall and found an old Hot Topic that you HAD to go into just for old time's sake.

He stared at the belt in your raised hand. Thick black with metal details and large O-rings along most of its length.

"Now wha' would I need a belt for then? Aint wearin' no pants." He had stepped up to you to take a closer look at it, but you just took the belt in both hands and looped it around his neck. "You know, because there's no collars in size werewolf available wherever.." You pulled him in by the belt and kissed his lips. "But I'm sure puppy's not in the mood to play.."

A low growl rumbled in his throat when you called him that, a smirk appearing on your face. "Well? Go on then. Change." You whispered the last bit before you slipped the belt away and ran off.

You found a thick pant chain and clicked the hook into one of the rings and ran further off to the registers where you slipped off your boots, pants and jacket, leaving you in just a tanktop and underwear.

Daryl had shifted and carefully padded over to you, ears flat against him as he stayed low to the ground. "Here. Sit." Your command was followed in an instant, his head bowed low and his cock hard and ready when you stepped up to him and wrapped the belt around his thick, furred neck and secured it. "This good for you? Not too tight?"

You got a nod and hopped up on the counter behind you and slid off your underwear, keeping the chain attached to Daryl's collar in your hand.

His tail wagged, thumping against the racks and swooping up dust behind him.

You pulled at the chain, making him move towards you so you could grab at his muzzle. With one hand pulling the makeshift leash taut and the other on his muzzle you spat a command. "Sit."

And he sat, eyes looking up at yours and his tail still wagging.

You gave him a soft smile and spread your legs, pulling at the chain some more so his nose was pressed against your core. "Now, lick."

He opened his maw and began lapping atyour folds and prodding at your entrance, letting out soft growls against your skin making it hard not to clamp your legs around his head.

Your hands found their way to his ears, grabbing at them and keeping him pressed against you, doubled over in pleasure you felt his fangs press into your skin.

With your head down you saw his front paw moving and realized he was jerkinf himself off.

You yanked at the chain and pulled his head away from you, one hand still roughly holding onto his ear. "Who told you it was okay to touch yourself, puppy?"

He whined as he stopped touching himself, tongue still darting out to try and taste you.

"Fine. You're lucky I'm in a good mood." You could never punish him, you had tried but immediately gave in after. You hopped off the counter and turned your back to him. The chain still held taut between your hand and his neck, letting him know you were still in charge.

You sat down on your knees with your back facing him, pulling his head down low with you. His raised front paw was shaking with how bad he wanted to touch you and it only made you move slower. "Nah ah, wait for me to say so." You tutted at him and pressed a finger to his nose. His whines continued as you lowered your upper body to the floor and pulled him along, his chin touching the floor next to your head as his hands kept him from falling forward.

You reached one hand between your legs and barely grazed the tip of Daryl's cock with your fingers, unable to grab it but he took the hint and shoved his hips forward.

You slowly lined himself up between your folds and just like an obedient, albeit loudly complaining pet he followed your movements and held still for you.

Your hand loosened the chain just a bit to give him more movement space and gavs him the okay.

"Go on. Fuck."

With a quick snap he slid into you until he felt resistance, setting a pace to thrust in just a bit further each time only to feel you clench around him already before he was even fully inside.

He let out an amused noise, he couldn't help but let it slip but quickly learned his mistake as his jaw hit the floor with a hard pull of the chain.

He grumbled and continued his movements.

"No knot, baby. No time today." It was getting harder to keep up the strong act so close to another orgasm but he atill followed your orders like a good pet and wrapped a hand around his base so he couldn't push in further, working both of you over the edge before pulling out and catching his breath.

He snatched an old sweater off the rack and tossed it to you for cleaning up.

He tried to pry the belt off his neck but his claws weren't helping so in defeat he slumped and shifted back, letting it hang loose around his neck until he was aware enough again to take it off and get dressed along with you.

"C'mon, we should head back home 'fore they come lookin'

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Marchweres - Day 3

Prompt: The Bite + Mating Bite

Pairing: Werewolf! Daryl Dixon x Werewolf! Reader

Word Count: 679

Warnings: NSFW, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, biting during sex, blood, knotting, mentions of rut, mentions of heat. Minors do not interact!

A/N: I don’t mention any female body parts here, use of the pronoun You. So it’s pretty much my first gender neutral story, anyone can read. Only thing is that I use the word heat. 🩷

When you joined the pack of Alexandria you just wanted a safe place, you were tired of being on the road always running, no good night of sleep, hunger, fear… The world wasn’t the same, dead people were walking around and even being a wolf it didn’t make it any safer for you. You earned much more than you expected.

Now you had protection, a family, friends and a mate… it wasn’t easy at first. When you first locked eyes with each other you heard your wolf inside your head say the word ‘mate’ and it was similar to being hit by lightning, you got stuck in your place, a wave of energy running through your body and an overwhelming feeling on your chest. His eyes at first showed surprise, but then they hardened, and man… was it difficult to get him to soften them.

Months passed and little by little you were able to break his shell. You started being a couple, taking baby steps don’t rushing things. First thing admitting you were mates and there was an undeniable force pulling you together. Then being polite, gentle… soon going out on ‘dates’ or as much of what you could call dates recently. You hold hands. You had your first kiss. It seemed silly for many people, but you needed to take this time, he had already been through a lot. Little by little while you were getting to know each other, he opened to you.

With time things started to get heated between you too, and when I say heated, I mean it on the good side of the word. It was starting to get difficult for both of you to hold it on. You had to mate, you needed to. Your desire for each other just grew and when his rut came and activated your heat by some kind of weird bond between you two… it was impossible to keep holding it on.

At the moment, he hammered onto you, your hips hitting each other in synchrony. Your lips opened apart saying his name like a mantra between all the moans. “Daryl. Daryl. Daryl.”

He licked and nibbled on your neck, right on the spot you soon should have your mating mark. The care he was giving to your gland making the pleasure being overwhelming. Your hands travelled on his body sometimes on his chest, stomach… then on his back, on his butt… damn he had a delicious round cute butt. Your walls contracted around him, you were close and gods he was too. He grunted and growled, neither of you were going to last any longer.

“Bite me.” He grunted on your ear.

“Ugh?”

“Bite me, I want ya to bite me. Gonna wear yer mark proudly, as yer gonna wear mine.” He looked you in the eyes, and god, that was the hottest thing you have heard, and let’s say you two had your share of dirty things.

He increased the speed his hips trusted on you, your arms now holding on his shoulders and when you were near exploding you bit him, right on his gland, and at the same time he bit yours. Both your mouths tasting of each other, sweat and blood. The sweet sensation of pleasure, pain and belonging sending both of you to the edge. You saw white, eyes rolling into your skull, while Daryl trusted aimlessly inside of you, his knot and seed making you full.

He collapsed on top of you, peppering your face with kisses and looking at you in adoration. You were everything he ever needed and never thought he deserved to have. He was everything you wanted, but never thought you’d be able to find. He rolled both of you on bed, being on his back, still inside you, you on top of him. You listened to his heartbeat, your mind foggy and blank. He wasn’t different from you. Soon you drifted to sleep, but both of you could swear ypu listened each other say “I love you”.

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lazyneonrabbitt · 2 months

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MarchWeres prompt day 5

Finding out

Mentioned Daryl x reader

You were washing up in the upstairs bathroom, leaving the door unlocked seeing everyone in the house had manners and you tended to put on your underwear after drying behind the shower curtain anyways. So you stood in front of the mirror, two of the cabinet doors open to extend your reflection further to your back where you were trying to clean a wound after letting the old covering soak off in the shower.

"Oh, holy crap!" The sudden voice made you twitch and press the cloth hard into the torn flesh, making you wince and drop the fabric. "Ouch, god fucking damnit!"

You turned to see Carol in the doorway, her eyes trained on your shoulder that now hid the wound you so desperately tried to keep from getting infected.

"Come here, let me help with that." Carol stepped closer and took a new cloth to clean and redress the wound. "You're lucky I know that's no walker bite. Congrats, by the way. How does it feel to wake up a wife?" She shot you a smile through the mirror as the finished sticking the gauze to the bitemark on the back of your shoulder.

You smiled back at her. "Thanks, it's really nice. And I'll be more careful when I clean it next time."

She patted at your upper arms before moving away and back towards the door. "I'll go ahead and congratulate Daryl on finally having the balls to have a kid of his own instead of only adopting Rick's. Make sure to come tell me when you start feeling sick, I got some remedies."

She closed the bathroom door with a soft click, leaving you to stand there to process her words. Did Daryl tell her? You knew they were close enough to discuss such topics but the thought never crossed your mind before.

You shook off the loud thoughts and finished getting dressed, heading downstairs to greet your now husband properly seeing he had snuck out of bed early as usual and you rolled from the bed straight into the shower.

This honestly wasn't how you wanted the news of you and Daryl to get out, but you were glad Carol was happy for you two.

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MarchWeres prompt day 4

Cursed

Platonic Were!Daryl & bitten!Reader

Cursed was the only word that could describe how you felt right now, having just emptied your stomach into the toilet bowl. Clawed fingers grasping at the edge of the tub and trying to grab for a towel to wipe your mouth, heaving around large fangs that made it feel like you couldn't close your mouth and you were comvinced you were drooling because of them.

Two days ago you were sure you were done for when the woman dressed as a walker had stabbed you multiple times before Daryl shot an arrow through her skull.

He has bitten you to save you.

He cursed you.

You never asked about the details of being a werewolf because Daryl never seemed comfortable to talk about it, and you never pressed because you weren't his and he wasn't yours.

But now you really needed him to talk to you. To your luck it seemed he caught your wave of despair and came rushing up the stairs of the home you shared after he bit you.

"D.. Daryl?" Your eyes were bloodshot and tears ran down your cheeks as you watched him. Your insides felt like they were in knots, burning a hole in your skin from the inside. "What's happening?"

Daryl came to sit with you, already noticed that you puked before he came over. He took a good look at you and your involuntarily shifted features. "What did ya eat this mornin'?"

What? Who cares? You were dealing with god knows what side effects of this horrid thing and all he cared for was if you ate??

"Hey." He pat your cheek, checking if human you was even still there, but when you snapped and yelled at him he knew.

"I asked, what did ya eat?"

You coughed and huffed in pain, answering with a sneer. "Carol's cookies. Wanted something sweet.." You whined as your clawed hand couldn't even pull a towel off the rack without tearing it.

"Ya ate chocolate?!" Daryl's eyes held a mix of anger and worry, wondering how you could be so stupid to poison yourself but also seriously concerned for your health and hoping you ate no more than one or two. "Ya know we can't eat it, right? Ya swatted Dog on the nose last week when he tried ta eat off yer dessert plate."

Daryl's words did in no way make you feel better. Not only were you doomed to suffer through unwanted transformations and a new voice haunting your mind every waking hour, but your favorite snack was now poisonous as well..

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MarchWeres prompt day 20

Silver

Glenn Rhee x Reader

"Anyone see where Glenn went?" The group was scouting a town and he seemed to have slipped into a shop without anyone noticing.

The group split up in two, going store to store and radio'ing updates at each one until Rick had spotted him in a jewelery shop.

"What's important enough in here to split from the group, kid?" He stared around, hoping there was a creative explaination as to why raiding this place made sense, but he only got an obviously unrelated answer.

"I just wanna hold my girlfriend's hand, man. But she wears these silver rings that burn my skin and won't take them off because they're important." He kept digging through drawers under the display counter untill he spotted what he wanted. "And you solution is.." The ex-sherrif stepped closer to see what he was doing.

Glenn had a jewelry cloth in his hand and used it to pick up a silver chain. A thin but very pretty one, sturdy enough to hold a set of rings. "Wanna give her this to put the rings on." He maneuvered the chain into the cloth without letting the silver touch his hand and carefully pocketed it. "I hope she likes it.."

"She will, she loves it when you come up with solutions." Rick reassured him with a pat on the shoulder and they both left to regroup.

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