vampiredaryl
Norman Reedus Obsessed Lesbian
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Omg I’m such a whore for Female Daryl and thought I was the only one 🤣 being bisexual and all it’s the best of both worlds fr
So nsfw…but a really intimate scissoring/tribbing sesh with her is just stuck on my mind after reading your smut piece 🥵
A scissoring sesh with her would be soo good..
I’m currently making an nsfw alphabet for her, so I might include that somewhere.. 😉 maybe even write a little smut piece about that too.
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Making an nsfw alphabet of her later because apparently I am not alone with these thoughts... i think!
I imagine Daryl as a woman often. Female Daryl, save me, my body is ready for you! 🤭 tiny fem daryl smutty writing below, probably terrible since I haven’t written smut before but fuck it we ball
18+ MDNI.
Daryl’s arms are wrapped around your thighs as she licks and sucks at your sensitive core, her nose bumping against your clit. Your hips buck against her which only fuels her lust for you. She ‘eats’ with a new intensity, getting you closer and closer to the edge.
“Cmon baby, let go for me…” she whispers, breath hot against your pulsating hole, slightly pulling away and replacing her mouth with her fingers. She inserts one, feeling how you grip her tightly. She curls that finger and you moan, involuntarily trying to close your legs.
Daryl holds you open, sliding another finger. She scissors you open, the stretch feeling so good.
“So wet and tight for me, love..” she begins to curl and thrust her fingers, making you moan and clench even more. Before you know it, you’re whining and cumming on her fingers. She pulls out and you whimper from the empty feeling. Daryl licks both of her fingers, savoring the delicious taste of your juices.
She then joins you on the bed, wrapping her arms around you. You bury your face into the crook of her neck, leaving soft little kisses.
“Gotta clean ya up soon, okay?” She says and you nod slowly, continuing to peck her neck. She chuckles and rubs your back slowly for a while. You switch from pecks to tiny nibbles, making Daryl moan slightly.
“There ya go, little vampire.” She holds your head against her neck, other hand resting on your hip. You weren’t biting hard enough to draw blood, just giving tiny nips.
“There ya go…”
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Title: Rose🌹
Summary: Reader Suffers from anxiety and struggles with a bad attack. Daryl comforts them.
Pairings: Daryl x Reader
Era: Prison
Word count: Approx 940 I wrote this on my iPad.
Warnings: extreme anxiety attack? It’s supposed to be fluff but apparently it’s also angst.
This was my first ever one shot which I have re-written – I wrote this for Valentines Day.
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You awoke to a crushing weight on your chest, panic surging as you struggled for breath. Another episode was upon you.
The cell’s darkness was absolute, save for a sliver of light that outlined the door’s draped sheet. It was just enough to search for your blankets—the ones Daryl had gathered for you, knowing they eased your distress. Though not essential, he’d always find a way to bring one back, hiding it for you to discover later.
Desperately, you searched the cot’s emptiness for any sign of the comforting fabric.
But there was nothing, and time was slipping away.
Tears streamed down your face, each one scalding like molten rock. Your throat constricted, a vice tightening and choking off your breath. You screamed silently within.
Air. You needed air.
Swinging your legs out, you hauled yourself into a sitting position, hands bracing on your knees. You adopted the tripod stance Daryl had shown you—tripoding. Gasping, you tried to steady your breathing, passing out was not an option.
Inhale through your nose, count to four, exhale. Again, inhale, count to three but relief eluded you; none of the learned techniques were working.
You needed air.
The tingling in your hands spread, a fiery sensation engulfing your arms, neck, and face.
Reaching for the oil lamp you kept for emergencies, you overextended, expelling the last of your breath as the lamp crashed to the floor, shattering.
The noise was sure to draw attention, giving the council yet another reason to cast you out. You were already a burden; this was the last thing you needed.
Defeated, you collapsed back onto the bed, the cell spinning around you. Your body convulsed, each tremor a jolt of electricity coursing through you.
Then, his voice.
“Y/N? Y’kay in there?!”
The Archer. Your archer. Best friend. Soul mate.
Sweat drenched you, blurring your vision, but his silhouette was unmistakable against the door’s curtain.
A groan of panic escaped you, but it was enough. In an instant, Daryl was there, his arms enveloping you in a protective embrace.
“C’mere, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice a deep, gravelly comfort. You clung to the resonance of his words, a cry of relief breaking free as you felt the tension begin to dissipate.
“The blankets n’working?” You shook your head vigorously, pressing it into the crook of his neck, seeking refuge in his sturdy embrace. The scent of smoke and musk from his skin enveloped you, a comforting aroma you’ve always cherished.
“I can’t—find—” Your words faltered, but he hushed you gently. The dizzying whirl of the room gave way to a soothing rocking motion, cradling you towards calmness.
“Breathe w’me. You can do this, just as I taught ya.”
Inhale through your nose, count to four, then exhale.
A sob escaped your lips, your throat raw and aching with each laboured breath. Daryl’s rough yet tender hands glided over your arms, across your shoulders, and into your damp, dishevelled hair. His touch was a mirror to your disarray. As you looked up, Daryl brushed away the stray hairs from your face, tucking them behind your ears with a gentle precision, his gaze never leaving yours. His deep blue eyes held you captive, mesmerizing you, while the dim light cast shadows that accentuated the contours of his face.
More sobs wracked your body, and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stem the flow of tears. The imaginary shackles around your chest seemed to dissolve, allowing you to breathe freely once more. His method was effective.
“You’re doin’it, girl, I’m proud of ya,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your clammy forehead, undeterred by the dampness. The kiss lingered, grounding you back to the present. When he pulled away, the absence of his warmth left your skin exposed to the chilly air, sealing the moisture from his lips onto your skin. This was a first—a tender, romantic gesture from him. The blush that crept over his cheeks and ears was mirrored by your own shaky, yet genuine smile. You yearned to voice your gratitude to the archer, but all you could manage was to nestle your head against his chest once more, closing your eyes and syncing your breaths with his. Your hand rested on his side, anchoring you as the room’s spin subsided.
Daryl’s free hand began to trace letters on your back. Instead of pain, the path of his fingertip left a trail of goosebumps, pulling you back to reality.
H-A-P-P-Y V-A-L-E-N-T-I-N-E-S.
He released one arm from around your waist and reached into his shirt pocket, pausing as he spoke.
“I carved something for you.” Daryl’s words were always sparse but laden with meaning. You were the only one privy to this side of him, a treasure you held dear. Each rare glimpse of his vulnerability was cherished, knowing the bravery it took for him to reveal himself.
Sitting up a bit more, you watched as Daryl retrieved a small object from his pocket, placing it in his palm and shifting it into the light for you to see. A gasp slipped through your lips, and you covered your mouth, a silent tear tracing your cheek at the sight of his gift.
An oak rose head, intricately carved.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said softly.
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Palestine will be free in our lifetime 🇵🇸🍉🕊️ Don't look away, and let's keep supporting Palestine in any way we can.
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it just broke that israel has seized 1,977 acres of west bank land for settlement, which marks the largest land theft since 1993. west bank raids are also seeing an all-time high, with a reuters article stating a series of israeli raids raised the palestinian death toll in the west bank to 10. there are palestinians being abducted as well, a lot of whom are children. the west bank is slowly being eaten up by both israeli settlers and raids, but this is barely being covered by mainstream media.
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They haven’t become aggressive with me since I blocked them after viewing their profile.
Here’s some screenshots from their profile … they’re weird. Calling Michonne a slur when they’re white (I assume, based on a picture with their hand visible), I assume they’re into merlexdaryl, and they just seem aggressive in general.
Attention!
Hi there followers!
I don’t normally make posts like this, however something has been brought to my attention.
The account: Garma-mom
They interacted with my blog a while ago and became aggressive out of nowhere. I genuinely do not understand what I did to initially upset them.
However, I’ve been told they have been this way (becoming friends and then becoming hostile for no apparent reason) with a few other people on this site.
I don’t want to tell any of you what to do but I will recommend blocking Garma-mom even if their first few interactions with you are positive.
Just be aware.
Edit: here’s an example…
I have them blocked again now but someone else pointed out they made this post in response to one I made recently.
I don’t know why they feel the need to publicly hate on my name like this but I advise if you’ve faced anything similar to this, please block and report them.
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Using another name since I don’t feel comfortable using my irl name on here!!
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I imagine Daryl as a woman often. Female Daryl, save me, my body is ready for you! 🤭 tiny fem daryl smutty writing below, probably terrible since I haven’t written smut before but fuck it we ball
18+ MDNI.
Daryl’s arms are wrapped around your thighs as she licks and sucks at your sensitive core, her nose bumping against your clit. Your hips buck against her which only fuels her lust for you. She ‘eats’ with a new intensity, getting you closer and closer to the edge.
“Cmon baby, let go for me…” she whispers, breath hot against your pulsating hole, slightly pulling away and replacing her mouth with her fingers. She inserts one, feeling how you grip her tightly. She curls that finger and you moan, involuntarily trying to close your legs.
Daryl holds you open, sliding another finger. She scissors you open, the stretch feeling so good.
“So wet and tight for me, love..” she begins to curl and thrust her fingers, making you moan and clench even more. Before you know it, you’re whining and cumming on her fingers. She pulls out and you whimper from the empty feeling. Daryl licks both of her fingers, savoring the delicious taste of your juices.
She then joins you on the bed, wrapping her arms around you. You bury your face into the crook of her neck, leaving soft little kisses.
“Gotta clean ya up soon, okay?” She says and you nod slowly, continuing to peck her neck. She chuckles and rubs your back slowly for a while. You switch from pecks to tiny nibbles, making Daryl moan slightly.
“There ya go, little vampire.” She holds your head against her neck, other hand resting on your hip. You weren’t biting hard enough to draw blood, just giving tiny nips.
“There ya go…”
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Daryl is just so like …. bite-able. I wanna nibble on him like the vampire I am
My face buried in the crook of his neck as I nibble gently on the side of his neck ❤️❤️
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Hi! Could you write a Daryl x f.reader hc in the mornings? I feel like slow mornings would be Daryl's favorite time of day, just enjoying his partner without having to think about the day ahead..
P.S: how did you not start writing sooner?? I love how your pretty brain brings our delusions to life lol
I’m gonna do the smaller request’s first so that they don’t pile up because having loads of requests makes me anxious😭 idk why but I’m getting to em all!
Anon!!! I love this so much! I love domestic daddy Daryl so much like yes! Idc what anyone says, he’s sooooo husband! And alsooooo… TYSM! I’m not really a writer😭 I didn’t intend to actually write on here but people started sending full on essays for me to write so why not. I did write some stuff on Wattpad though that I could post here??? If y’all want??? Anywayyyyyssss ily!
I always imagine these sorta things with you and Daryl in a secluded cabin, away from the community. You’re still part of the group but you and Daryl prefer to be alone together.
Living away from the community, Daryl is like a different person, he’s way more relaxed and less on guard. Less irritated by people too.
The sunlight seeps through the cracks in the curtains in the early mornings.
Daryl usually wakes up first but if he doesn’t then you shift closer, resting your chin on his bare chest and admiring his sleeping face.
His hair framing his relaxed face, he looks younger when he’s sleeping, your favourite part is how his rounded nose twitches when he starts to wake up.
As soon as he opens his eyes, you feel his chest vibrate as he hums, bringing his hand up to push a strand of hair behind your ear.
“What’d I tell ya ‘bout starin’, Hm?”
His lips twitch upward, he fucking loves the mornings when it’s so peaceful and it’s just him and you, like the world doesn’t really exist.
“I think you told me to quit it”
He chuckles, rubbing his thumb across your forehead.
Daryl thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, especially when your hair is messy from sleep and you’re in barely any clothes.
There’s no doubt that every morning, his mind drifts to thinking about staying in bed with you all day, worshipping your body and making you feel good.
And that fantasy is almost always thrown out the window when the both of you hear paws enter the room, dog jumping up on the bed, licking at Daryls face.
“Dog! Jesus chri-… yeah, okay okay, good boy”
After getting out of bed, Daryl pulling on just his jeans that sit low on his waist and you in a thin night dress, you both go to the kitchen area.
Daryl feeds dog so he stops whining and then he’ll cook up something he hunted and serve it to you.
You’re greatful for your hunterman, taking such good care of you.
Even after being together all these years, Daryl still gets shy, sitting opposite you whilst eating, barely able to make eye contact.
Some mornings, if it was hot enough, you’d go swim in the lake with dog whilst Daryl would watch over the both of you. He’s not greatly fond of swimming in the lake since he wouldn’t be able to protect you as well as he could from the side.
“Can we go to the lake?” You ask as Daryl takes your plates.
“Ya wanna? Ain’t so hot out today, darlin’”
“I wanna”
He’d roll his eyes, he could never say no to you.
He’d sit on the bank next to the lake, watching you in just your panties and bra, swimming around in the water with dog.
After you get out you’d complain that it’s too cold and he’d bite his tongue, he did tell you so.
He’d wrap you in a towel and leave you shivering whilst he towels dog off.
“Shouldn’ta let ya go in the damn water, yer gon’ get sick”
You’d pout as you shiver, Daryl wraps his arms round you, kissing the top of your hair.
“Let’s get ya inside, warm my girl up”
You have a feeling you know what he means.
This isn’t even really hc’s 😭 full on story I’m sorry but I always get so carried away.
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Soo cute ❤️
Hi!! I want to start of by saying that I love your writing!
So while watching twd I noticed that Daryl has more tattoos in the later seasons and can only guess that they’re stick-and-poke and that he did them himself. Do you think you could write a fic where the reader(f) is in a relationship with Daryl and asks him to give her a tattoo (which she has none of btw)? I was thinking like a little arrow or something because she “wants to have something of him even when they’re apart”? And make it super fluffy and stuff?
Marked
18+ MDNI || Warnings: Needles, profanity, mostly just fluffy nice cool Daryl
Note: I am not encouraging you to give anyone or receive an at home tattoo via sewing needle or tattoo gun, but I have received my fair share of both and the descriptions in this story are just based off my vague memory of how it was done for me! It is definitely not a tattoo guide.
edited to add: tysm for the compliment ilysm <3
"Did you always have that tattoo?" You wondered, tracing over the dark marking on his arm. The two of you were on one of your regular afternoon strolls through the woods when you decided to lay against a log and chat. The sunbeams filtered through the canopy above and littered little golden rays over his arms, highlighting the light hairs and texture of his skin. These moments were your favorite. Peaceful bliss in the natural world.
Daryl shook his head.
"Nah. Did it awhile back." He said.
"How?"
"Never had a stick-n-poke?" He asked.
"Never had a tattoo, period. Let alone a prickle-poke." You shrugged.
"It's stick-n-poke." He snickered silently. You glared.
"Whatever. Can you give me one?" You asked.
"A tattoo?"
"Yeah. The stick-n-prickle kind." You joked.
"Alright." He nodded. "Gotta get some supplies together for it."
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You watched as he carefully burned the little sewing needle and wrapped it in thread.
"Why thread?" You asked.
"Kinda helps hold the ink but mostly jus' for grip." He explained.
He set up a tiny container on the side table of your bed with black liquid.
"Is that ink?" You asked.
"Mm-hmm." He nodded.
"You made it?"
"Uh-huh."
"How?"
"Soot. Alcohol. Water." He shrugged. "Ain't hard."
"Cool." You whispered, fascinated by his expertise.
"Wha'd'ya want?"
"I was thinking about an arrow." You said. "A small one. Real simple." He raised an eyebrow. "For you, dummy."
"I got that but.. Why?" He tilted his head a little.
"'Cause. I wanna have something for you... Always. Even when we're apart." You said with a soft smile. He hid his face bashfully, not wanting to expose the little blush that was creeping over his features. Instead, he pretended to adjust the thread around the needle.
"Where ya want it?" He asked when his flushed cheeks returned to their normal sunkissed glow.
"Right here." You pointed to your ring finger, right where a ring would go.
"Ya sure?"
"Mm-hmm." You nodded surely. He wiped some alcohol over that spot to disinfect it.
"Alright." He said. He delicately grabbed your finger and held it in place. "Y'ready?"
"I've had worse than a little pin prick." You giggled. "I'm ready."
Without another word, he got to work carefully poking the needle through your skin, freehanding a perfect line. You watched in awe, studying his look of concentration, the way he tilted his head to see though his hair, holding your finger up close to his face to make sure every detail was perfect. It only took about twenty minutes. You looked it over when he finished, holding your hand up the way someone does when they're admiring their engagement ring.
"Wow." You grinned. "How did you make such a perfect line?"
"Ain't perfect." He shrugged.
"It is! I love it." You insisted. A half smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"'M glad, 'cause it don't wash off." He joked. You rolled your eyes.
"This is no laughing matter, Daryl. You just proposed to me, ya know." You said in mock seriousness.
"What?" His eyes widened. Even under the tan skin, his face still drained of color.
"Yeah," you pressed on. "This is my ring finger. Like, the ring finger. And you permanently marked it with something symbolic to yourself." You gloated.
He blinked. He couldn't tell if you were joking or not.
"Anyways, I'm gonna go talk to Carol about planning the wedding. I bet Rosita and Tara would be beautiful bridesmaids." You rambled. "Oh, and instead of cake, everyone gets a glass of moonshine!"
"I don' think.."
"I'm kidding, genius." You rolled your eyes. He relaxed a little. "Thanks though. I love it."
He cleared his throat and stood up, cleaning his workspace so not to clutter your bedroom.
"Oh, by the way.. This is the ring finger." You smirked. He stared at you for a moment before shaking his head.
"Don't go showin' the whole damn world and tellin' 'em we're married." He grumbled.
"Would that be so bad?" You pouted. He smirked and planted a kiss on your forehead.
"Nah. But I ain't proposin' with no damn stick-n-poke. Gon' find ya somethin' better than that."
Your face lit up, practically brightening the entire room.
"You're gonna propose?!" You bounced with joy.
"Wha-- I didn't--"
"Oh, my god! I have to tell Carol!!" You squealed as you darted out of the room. He stood there expressionless, processing what he had just done.
"Shit." He mumbled. It wasn't that he wouldn't propose one of these days. He'd love to call you his forever. Otherwise, he never would have marked you with something that represented him in the first place. It was just.. That it would draw so much attention to him. He sighed. He guessed he walked right into that one.
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"When did you do this?" You asked him, holding up his ring finger that was now decorated with a little cloud shape.
"Yesterday." He shrugged.
"Is that a cloud?" You eyed it closer.
"Mm-hmm."
"For what?"
"Dunno. Ya always stare up at the clouds when we take long drives." He explained. "Now we're both marked."
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I’m going to make the sfw alphabet thing, I haven’t seen one of those for him yet
wallah i need more sam bridges content on here ...
maybe i might make some myself
give ideas pls
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My time of the months over … gotta go back to fasting 4 Ramadan 🙏🏼
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wallah i need more sam bridges content on here ...
maybe i might make some myself
give ideas pls
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i got a macbook ❤️ i can actually write stuff for u guys nowww ;3
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Daryl cuddles ❤️
Once he gets more comfortable in the relationship to the point where he can be his most vulnerable self, he’s be a huge cuddle bug. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, in your chest…
His embrace would be comforting and warm, maybe even holding your hand, doing that little thing with his thumb on the back of your hand.
Sometimes he’ll allow you to baby him, to hold him, scratch his scalp, stroke his cheek. He loves it so much, just being comfortable and vulnerable in your arms. I feel like sometimes he would get overwhelmed with his love for you, having no way to let it out besides crying. He probably hasn’t experienced much love from people, let alone romantically.
Sometimes even the most strongest, gruffest of people need to be loved and babied.
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The Storm Inside of You
Warnings: Angst, Anxiety, Panic attack - Absolutely no fluff at all. Well maybe a little bit.
In your dimly lit home, rain tapping insistently against the window, you crumbled completely. Your chest tightened, breaths shallow and ragged. The world outside was a relentless storm, mirroring your own storm inside of you. Anxiety clawed at your insides, tearing everything apart. You couldn’t pinpoint the trigger—just a cascade of emotions, overwhelming and inescapable.
Daryl, your rugged protector, stood there, his eyes tracing every tremor, every tear. His calloused hands reached out for you, pulling your frame into his warmth. “Hey baby, what’s going on?” he’d just returned home from an unsuccessful loot run to find you in this quivering state on the floor of your lounge, “I….do-n’t….know” your voice cracked barely able to form the sentence before bursting into uncontrollable sobbing again, his voice was gravelly, “ain’t nothin’ wrong with feelin’ this way – we all got our demons”.
Scooping you up off the floor, holding you in his strong muscular arms, he kicked his boots off and then sat back down onto your sofa, leaning back so you could nestle your head against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, steady and sure thumping into your ear “Sometimes the world’s too damn heavy,” he continued, “and we gotta let it out.” His fingers brushed my hair, soothing, grounding, his free hand tracing gentle, and light patterns up and down your back.
You clung to him, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. His scent—leather, sweat, and pine—offered solace. “Daryl,” you whispered, “I…can’t…breathe.” The walls closed in, and the weight of existence threatened to crush you.
He pressed his lips to your forehead, a silent promise. “Listen,” he said, “we’ll get through this. Together.” His thumb wiped away another one of your tears, “copy m’breathing” you focussed in on his breathing, calmly, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth, your head going a little dizzy with the lack of oxygen.
The rain outside softened, a lullaby against the roof. Daryl rocked you gently, cradling your fragile frame, trying to shield you from your pain, “Ain’t no shame in breakin’ a little sunshine,” he said. “Hell, it’s what keeps us human.”
He whispered reassurances, pressed kisses to my temple, and held me until the storm subsided, Daryl was your anchor, always had been and always will be.
“You’re not alone,” he murmured. “Never alone.” He whispered, his lips resting against the side of your head.
“I love you so much, don’t ever forget that”.
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