Chapter 1 Part 1

What if? TWD EDITION

Hi guys. This is Chapter 1 Part 1 of my what if series. Its main protagonist will be Rick's daughter Y/N. I'll let you all work out the rest. This is an on going series so please stay tuned. Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy the first part.

Approx 900 words

Negans whistle surrounded us ,like prey, as we forced our way through the tress. It was as if the branches wanted us as dead as he did. My father guided us, while i clung onto Maggie. She was trying her best to keep up, as the pains got worse. "Come on Maggie not to much further, right dad?" I reassured her as I held all her weight on my shoulders. My dad, Rick, ignored me as we all ran in a frantic panick. The faster we ran I felt my legs burn with exhaustion. As the whistling got louder I grew more with panic. Today isn't the day I accept death. Not after all we'd been through.

We turned a corner as one of negans men appeared from the bushes. It was like hunting a boar during hunting season, except we were the ones being hunted. Running in a different direction we haulted in an opening to catch out breath, looking around, searching for an escape. Suddenly the whistling stopped. I looked at my brother Carl who seem just as confused I was. "Are they gone?" I questioned, breathless to the group. they all appeared just as unsure as i did. Abruptly, lights began appearing around us, simultaneously, almost coordinated. Light peirced through my retna, almost burning the back of my skull. Squinting, I held tight on to Maggie, who too struggled for breath and vision. Behind the light I could make out 100s of men, stood by cars of which the light sourced. They surrounded us like hawks ready for the kill. But what stopped them? Between the shining lights a camper van positioned itself between group that surrounded us. Turning, I saw more crowd from behind us, some of them making their way to us, before slamming us to our knees and removing our weapons from hands and pockets. I let go of Maggie as they forced us apart placing us into a line.

From the line of men and cars surrounding on stepped forward almost giving us a once over to ensure we were alined 'perfectly'. He eyed us down one last time before he spoke "alright, we got a full boat" pausing for dramatic pause "let's meet the man" gleefully walking to the door of the camper to knock. Knock, knock, knock. Silence was all around, even a walker would have been some what comforting noise in this moment in time. The camper van's door banged against itself, as the silouette of an unknown man appeared from the hovering darkness. He stepped from the camper as his foot fell heavy to the gravelled ground. Strutting his way over to us, fitted in a leather jacket and smug grin on his face. A red bandaner positioned above the closed jacket. A hand tightly fisted a bat, covered in barbwire as it rested against the mans broad shoulders.

"Pissing our pants yet?"

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Daryl Dixon x !Reader

On the edge

Daryl chose you specifically to help clear walkers around the area of alexandria. He guides you through the town until he stops specifically at one building. Guiding you through, it's not what you expected at all. Will this be your chance?

⚠️Smut, Wanking, Edging, Knife play, Orgasm Denile⚠️

1.1k words approx.

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A man like daryl dixon doesn't come into your life very often, or at all. This is why you were so pleased when he chose you specifically to help clear out walkers within the area. Although he never spoke much, you hoped that one day he'd be yours. The way he held himself, the way he walked, the way smelled. It made you want him so bad. You find yourself imploding with lust every time you see him, longing for the day you get to claw his clothes off like a vicious animal. But, you're going to have to hold your composure if you're going to come back from this task alive.

You meet daryl outside of alexandria, melting you exactly on time as per usual. He gestured his head to indicate which way you would be head, so you follow him. He does his classic walk, sending butterflies around your stomach. "Stop Y/N," you whisper to yourself, reminding you to keep your focus on the task at hand. Daryl noticed, leaving an awkward silence between the two of you, looking you straight in the eye. Daryl shrugs it off and continues leading you through the brambles area. Time goes by, as alexandria becomes faint in the distance. There's no turning back now. "In here," daryl showed you, letting you enter first. You enter the derelict room, no light in sight until you hear a small clicking behind you. You turn to see the door closed until a spark of light appears in daryls hand. What was he doing? You watched as he lowered the flame towards a candle, giving more light the room. Your eyes follow him as he lights the candles around the room. The room now fully lit you can make out why you were here. A bed was positioned in the middle of the room, covered in furs and cushions. You gasp when you feel daryls hands rest on either of your shoulders, leaning into your neck planting kisses all around your neck. You hear yourself moan as you feel yourself want him. You reach behind, searching for his crotch. Finally you found it and hear daryl moan as you begin rubbing his cock through his trousers. You feel him grow inside as he begins moving his hips into your touch.

Suddenly he spins you around, taking off your shirt and pushes you onto the bed below. He too takes off his too and lands him self on top of you, he pushes his lips against yours making scream internally. His lips devour yous as you get an idea. You grab his shoulders and swap positions. You were going to make him yours. You reach for his knife position in his pocket and place it against his throat, making him vulnerable to your every move. You apply pressure as you lean in, making him wince as you force a small amount of blood from him, and whisper in his ear. "I'm going to take it from here"

Leaning away from him you move down his body until your face reaches his hard crotch, you notice him watching your every move as you begin prying the belt of his trousers off. You attack his button and struggle as you wiggle his trousers to his ankles, doing so you here dixon gasp to the sudden air hitting his legs. His cock now fully exposed, you spit into your hands and begin lubing his lengthy cock. You hear his moan as his cock squelches between your fingers, making him thrust into your hand with pleasure. You push his torso down and say "stop, I decide how much pleasure your going to get." You take the belt from his trousers and tie his hands the head board above him, restricting from interfering with your devilish plan. You begin stoking faster, his moans music to you ears. Facing him, you can see he's enjoying it as his hand grip the post, his head forced back and his breathing becoming deeper. He was close. You begin jerking his cock faster allowing him to finish sooner. Under his moans you hear "fuck, don't stop. I'm going to cum." Suddenly you stop, just as he's about to cum. You see him desperately wiggle and squirm trying to cum, but it was no use.

"You cum when I say you can," you order him, as he looks up at you. "Let me cum now, Y/N" you smirk as He thinks he can order you, after all your the one in control. As he settles down you take a strong grip of his cock once again, starting off slow. Again he shoots his head back in pure pleasure. You run your hand to the tip of cock and begin rubbing your thumb against it. Oversensitive, you see him squirming trying to force himself up "fuck, please stop" he begged you. You continue until your satisfied he knows who's in charge. You begin stroking his hard dick once again, feeling him thrust into your hand, attempting to gain for friction. He was close once again as he began to moan. Once again you stop. You hear him whimper in desperation as you let go of his desprate cock. "Please Y/N! I need to come" he was so desprate. You lean over him and whisper to him "who's in charge here dixon, me? Or you?" You smirked as his eye brows furrowed. "You are" he mumbles under his breath. " what was that, I couldnt here you?"

You watched as started becoming frustrated. "You are!" Screaming into your face. You nod your head at him before returning to his shaft. This was it, his final go. You spit in your hand once again, lubing his cock up, and grip it tightly. Stoking his length up and down, you couldn't help but laugh at him to see how badly he wanted this. He frowned at you but was soon speechless as you began wanking his cock faster. Faster and faster. His eyes began to roll back as he began stuttering his words "f-fuck yes, i-im gonna c-c-cum!" Suddenly his cock began pulsating, ejaculating warm cum on to his chest and torso. He threw his head back in extacy as his release became too intentence. You smile down at him as sweat begins to drip from his forehead. "Thank you, Y/N" he mumbled through his heavy breaths. Panting like a a little bitch, your bitch.

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A Christmas Problem

Daryl x !Reader

It's Christmas time, and you've not long joined the group. Everyone but daryl seems to acknowledge you. but on a supply run, you understand why.

⚠️A Fluff tone of Fluff⚠️

1.5k words Approx.

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It's finally Christmas. Yay. Except, there's no point in celebrating. No tree, no lights. There's no dinner, or presents or joy. Just death surrounding us at all times. I see it as a constant reminder of our past life, burdend with the curse of surviving. I was lucky to have Rick and his group jusy before winter otherwise I would have been totally screwed. Everyone in the group seems nice but there's just one man I can't place an opinion on. Dixon. Every time I speak with him he either ignores me or walks away. I don't know what I've done wrong, or if I've said anything wrong. He just doesn't want me around. Luckily today's the day he can't ignore me, as Rick partnered us up together for a supply run. I love them, let's me get out for just a big than stood behind the walls of alexandria for the rest of my life.

Snow began to cover the town we called home as i made my way to the frount gate; waiting for daryls arrival. His bike and crossbow stand waiting, but he's no where to be found. I scan the area determining he isn't here. I stand in the freezing temperature waiting for him. About 30 minutes later he stroles up with two scarfs, wrapping round one around my neck and securing it. He gives me a nod and mounts his bike, placing the crossbow onto his back. Why is he giving me a scarf? I thought he didn't like me? Without another thought I get into the pickup truck parked behind him. Daryl signals carl to open the gate. Once open he drives off, I follow right behind him. If you had told me 10 years ago I was scavenging for food, with the man who can barely even look at me, during an apocalypse I would have called you crazy. But unfortunately here I am, driving for hours looking for the first place we can find to scout. Fortunately for us rick sent west where non of us travelled so hopefully we didn't have to go far. Hours pass until I see daryl turn towards a housing estate. I follow. We both pull into the quiet neighbourhood, no one to be seen anywhere. Not even walkers. Exiting my vehicle, I raise my gun and begin mapping the area. It was abandoned. I return to daryl opening the house next door to me, kicking it with his foot he was in. The door burst its hinges and made a THUD hitting the floor. Still no noise came from walkers in the area. I look at dixon and give him a questioning look.

"Watch your back" he whispered at me. I returned him an agreeing nod. keeping my gun in one i reached for my with the other, holding them up in the event of a surprise attack. Checking every crevice of the house, we concluded nothing dangerous could hurt us here. I take my bag off my back to begin looting the cupboard. "Jackpot!" I shout, followed by daryl returning a gleeful smirk. Tins of everything, soup, beans, tuna. Who ever live here certainly were stocked up. With my bag now full, I return to the vehicle. I placed my gun in boot while beginning emptying my bag into the back of the pickup truck. Time goes by and I notice dixon hadn't come back. I check the watch on my wrist indicating it had been a good 10 minute since I saw him.

I panicked, rushing back to the house to find the kitchen destroyed. The table and chairs were broken and blood splattered across the floors and walls. Fuck. "Dixon!" I called for him, no response. I heard banging from the back door. I slowly make my way to the back of the house, in hopes of finding my missing companion. Nothing but a walker on the other side of the door. My stomach dropped. Where had he gone? Returning to the back door my path was blocked. 2 walkers had heard the banging of the door and had made there way into the house. Without a second thought, I rushed towards the first got it straight in the eye. Unfortunately my knife got stuck, I struggled to remove the knife, leaving me defenceless. I reach for my gun, but remember I left it in the back of the car. I scramble backwards in the kitchen, looking for a weapon. Oblivious I trip and fall on the broken chair leg, hurting myself on the fall. The walker no close I panic and remove the peice of wood from my leg. As the walker fell towards me, I stab it into the back of his head. I breath heavy, in relief and in pain as take my jacket off to wrap up my deep wound. I had to hurry back to the vehicle so I could stich myself up. Except I couldn't work. "Fuck!" I shout in defeat. My only option was to crawl back to the vehicle. I get on my stomach, wincing in pain as my leg banged against the floor. Slowly howling body across the floor, I hear footstep running towards the house outside. It was daryl. His face dropped as he saw the mess I was in, I could see he felt guilty he left me alone. "Need a hand" he forced a smirk while offering me his hand to help me up off of the floor. I placed an arm around his neck for a support as he placed me in the living room. A large fire place was centred in the middle of the room with a log holder filled with logs. I felt relieved we had some form of shelter for tonight. Dixon returned back to the pickup to grab the stature kit. He returned with our blankets and some food, indicating we were stopping herd tonight.

Before I could grab the stature kit he beat me too it. Already tending to my wound. He watched me as he placed my leg onto his to ensure he wasn't causing me any pain. Of course I winced but he was being gentle. He took out some ripped sheets and soaked it with the rubbing alcohol, cleaning around my wound. Once again being as gentle as he could. I forced him a warm smile, through the burning pain, but he quickly looked down when his face turned red. Was he blushing? Wait. Does this man have feelings for me? He took the needle to begin stiching my open wound. Time passes and he finishes my leg up by bandaging it up. I looked him in the eyes and tell him "thank you dixon" once again he avoided eye contact. Before he could get up I reached for his hand and pull him back, he finally looked me in the eyes. I repeat again "thank you" to ensure I get a response. "Not a problem" he said in his deep rasped voice. We exchange a smile before he leaves to prop the door back up. I saw him look back over my way a couple times to ensure I was okay while I rested. I tried to avoid looking at him, but I couldn't help but smile knowing this man actually cares for me. Darkness had now cast over the house as dixon started the fire. He lifted me off the couch and placed me into the blanket he had position by the fireplace. Before I could thank him again he had already lay next to the fire opposite me. My eyes felt heavy as began to fall asleep, the last thing I saw before my eyes closed was daryl watching me as I rested.

I woke up instantly, cold sweat and heavy breathing. I get nightmares, but this one was real. Too real. Daryl was awake and saw me in a panicked state. "You good Y/K," he said, showing concern. as he too sat up. "Yeah, sorry, I sometimes get nightmares like this." Before I could finish my sentence, he had already made his way over to me and placed his blanket beside me. He placed his arm over me as we lay down, pulling into him. I felt the warmth that exerted from his body into mind. I placed my head into his chest as I wrapped my arm around him. "You're going to be okay" he told me, planting a kiss onto my forehead. I look up at him and give him a loving smile, he to returned one. "Merry christmas, Dixon." i smiled, "You too," and just like that, I fell asleep. Cuddled into the man who wouldn't speak to me.

I doodled this photo of Daryl as Ghostface, because if I enjoy more than one form of media I have an intense compulsion to shove them together.

I haven’t drawn In such a long time, so this was really fun for me!

(You’re legally not allowed to say it’s ugly because I drew it on my phone with my fingers)

Rick Grimes x M!Reader

Rick's secret

Rick blames you for being such a tease after lorrie finds out what happend between you too at the lab. Now you and him have a second yourselves he takes the opportunity to confront you. Things don't go how he thought they would.

⚠️Smut, Facial, sucking, @nal, masterbation, Gayness⚠️

1.0k words approx.

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"Rick just stop. It's your fault lorrie doesn't want to speak to you, not mine" you shout at him, after he started blaming you for his infidelity. "You Led me on, you never stopped me making the mistake!" He returned his argument. Your jaw drops as he forces the blame into your hands. You look down and give yourself a small chuckle before looking deep into his eyes. "I never told you to stick your cock in my arse did I!" You shouted, giving him a playful wink and a bite of your lower lip as he starts getting fluttard. You see him smirk at you followed by "just shut the fuck up and get here" he rushes himself towards you, pushing his whole body against yours. He closes any gaps remaining, forcing your waist into his. He gives you a devilish smile when you look up, tilting your head at him. Your stomach turns as he begins to devour your lips, biting your lower lip as he pulls away.

You watch as he starts taking off his shirt, revealing his toned torso. Before he can reach for his belt, you close the gap once again, but this time, you're the one inflicting the damage in his relationship. You force his tongue against yours, causing your eyes to flash to the wet and warming sensation filling your mouth. Rick let's out small, quiet moans as you too move against his tongue. Suddenly, his hands are on the back of your head, supporting you in place, giving him dominance over you. You feel as one of his hands trail down you back, making you shiver with pleasure, eventually reaching you ass. He fills his hands with as much as he can, making you want him more. You feel as hard cock begin rubbing against you through his trousers. He wants you so bad and you know it. pulling away, he's gasping to tell you "I want you so bad Y/N" you smirk at his desperation and give yourself to him. Putting both of his hands on your shoulders, he forces you down to your knees. "You're going to suck my cock Y/N" you had your orders and you were going to do anything to keep rick happy. Attacking the belt supporting his trousers, you yank them to his ankles. Leaving him only in his briefs. He gasps as the cold air hits against his hair covered legs. Looking down at you, he bits his lip as you remove the final layer to reach his desperate cock. His length now exposed you fit as much of it you can down your throat. You here the sound of him moan softly as you move your head back and forth a few times, giving him exactly what he wanted and needed. "Your more fucking hot when your mouth is around me, sucking on my dick" talking down to you, you feel yourself explode with lust. As you pick up your pase, you hear his breaths become deeper as he becomes closer to his finish. Before he does he pulls his cock out of your mouth, smacking you with his hand. "Not yet you slut" he says, knowing exactly what you want. He picks you up and throws you to the floor, stomach first, winding you. You feel him pulling your trousers down to your knees, revealing your bare ass to world.

He spanks you a couple times, making you hurt more with each contact of his palm. You whine as the Pain begins to burn, but it burns good. Before you could continue, you find him stuffing his briefs deep in your mouth. Causing you to gag slightly. "Shut up! Your gonna attract walkers". You feel him spread your cheeks as far as he could and spitting onto your tight hole. You hear him getting excited as he wispers "fuck". Teasing you, he slides his cock against your hole. He knows what you want but he's not going to let you have it yet. "You want it don't you, I'm going to make you my little slut Y/N" without another word he positions his cock against your hold and thrusts his waist towards you. You feel every inch this man has, making your whine in pain. You squirm as he pulls it out to lube your hole more. With another amount of spit on your hole he's ready to force himself deep inside. Thrust, Thrust, Thrust. You feel his balls hit against you hard, making him whimper in pain, but you feel to good to stop. His cock hits your G-spot with everything Thrust making you moan more into Rick's underwear.

His breathing once again becoming deeper, he is close. He takes his cock out of your lose, dripping hole and turns you back over. Lifting you to your knees. He opens your mouth and takes out his underwear. with his thumb he sticks it down your throat as he jerks his huge cock infrount of you. Your hand trails as you begin to play with your cock. "Play with yourself for me, fuck. I'm going to cum all over you" he smirks at you before shooting his head back. You close your eyes as warm thick cum begins to ejaculate over your face from Rick's pulsating cock. You too ejaculate onto Rick's feet. feel seed now dripping down your face you meet his to kiss him one last time.

"Now it's just as much your fault as it is mine" he said, breathlessly, laughing into your chest. He tackles you to the floor, hugging you and stares into you eyes as you look back. "What are we going to do about lorrie, she's going to go psychotic when she finds out you like cock more than pussy" he pushes you playfully tell you to shush. "Kill her?" He responds, slowly looking up at you. You both burst into laughter.

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A Christmas Problem

Daryl x !Reader

It's Christmas time, and you've not long joined the group. Everyone but daryl seems to acknowledge you. but on a supply run, you understand why.

⚠️A Fluff tone of Fluff⚠️

1.5k words Approx.

Having fun making these, if you have any ideas for content shoot me a request. Thank you and enjoy my short story :)

It's finally Christmas. Yay. Except, there's no point in celebrating. No tree, no lights. There's no dinner, or presents or joy. Just death surrounding us at all times. I see it as a constant reminder of our past life, burdend with the curse of surviving. I was lucky to have found Rick and his group jusy before winter. Otherwise, I would have been totally screwed. Everyone in the group seems nice, but there's just one man I can't place an opinion on. Dixon. Every time I speak with him, he either ignores me or walks away. I don't know what I've done wrong or if I've said anything wrong. He just doesn't want me around. Luckily, today's the day he can't ignore me, as Rick partnered us up together for a supply run. I love them, let's me get out for just a bit rather than stood behind the walls of alexandria for the rest of my life.

Snow began to cover the town we called home as i made my way to the frount gate; waiting for daryls arrival. His bike and crossbow stand waiting, but he's no where to be found. I scan the area determining he isn't here. I stand in the freezing temperature waiting for him. About 30 minutes later, he stroles up with two scarfs, wrapping one around my neck and securing it. He gives me a nod and mounts his bike, placing the crossbow onto his back. Why is he giving me a scarf? I thought he didn't like me? Without another thought, I get into the pickup truck parked behind him. Daryl signals carl to open the gate. Once open, he drives off, and I follow right behind him. If you had told me 10 years ago I was scavenging for food, with the man who can barely even look at me, during an apocalypse, I would have called you crazy. But unfortunately, here I am, driving for hours looking for the first place we can find to scout. Fortunately for us, rick sent west where none of us travelled, so hopefully, we didn't have to go far. Hours pass until I see daryl turn towards a housing estate. I follow. We both pull into the quiet neighbourhood, no one to be seen anywhere. Not even walkers. Exiting my vehicle, I raise my gun and begin mapping the area. It was abandoned. I returned to daryl opening the house next door to me, kicking it with his foot he was in. The door burst its hinges and made a THUD hitting the floor. Still no noise came from walkers in the area. I look at dixon and give him a questioning look.

"Watch your back," he whispered at me. I returned him an agreeing nod. keeping my gun in one i reached for my knife with the other, holding them up in the event of a surprise attack. Checking every crevice of the house, we concluded nothing dangerous could hurt us here. I take my bag off my back to begin looting the cupboard. "Jackpot!" I shout, followed by daryl returning a gleeful smirk. Tins of everything, soup, beans, tuna. Who ever live here certainly was stocked up. With my bag now full, I return to the vehicle. I placed my gun in boot while beginning emptying my bag into the back of the pickup truck. Time goes by, and I notice dixon hadn't come back. I checked the watch on my wrist, indicating it had been a good 10 minutes since I saw him.

I panicked, rushing back to the house to find the kitchen destroyed. The table and chairs were broken, and blood splattered across the floors and walls. Fuck. "Dixon!" I called for him, no response. I heard banging from the back door. I slowly make my way to the back of the house, in hopes of finding my missing companion. Nothing but a walker on the other side of the door. My stomach dropped. Where had he gone? Returning to the back door, my path was blocked. 2 walkers had heard the banging of the door and had made their way into the house. Without a second thought, I rushed towards the first and got it straight in the eye. Unfortunately, my knife got stuck, I struggled to remove the knife, leaving me defenceless. I reach for my gun, but remember I left it in the back of the car. I scramble backwards in the kitchen, looking for a weapon. Oblivious, I trip and fall on the broken chair leg, hurting myself on the fall. The walker no close I panic and remove the peice of wood from my leg. As the walker fell towards me, I stabbed it into the back of his head. I breathe heavy, in relief, and in pain as I taken my jacket off to wrap up my deep wound. I had to hurry back to the vehicle so I could stich myself up. Except I couldn't work. "Fuck!" I shout in defeat. My only option was to crawl back to the vehicle. I get on my stomach, wincing in pain as my leg banged against the floor. Slowly howling body across the floor, I hear footstep running towards the house outside. It was daryl. His face dropped as he saw the mess I was in, I could see he felt guilty he left me alone. "Need a hand" he forced a smirk while offering me his hand to help me up off of the floor. I placed an arm around his neck for a support as he placed me in the living room. A large fire place was centred in the middle of the room with a log holder filled with logs. I felt relieved we had some form of shelter for tonight. Dixon returned back to the pickup to grab the stature kit. He returned with our blankets and some food, indicating we were stopping herd tonight.

Before I could grab the stature kit, he beat me to it. I'm already tending to my wound. He watched me as he placed my leg onto his to ensure he wasn't causing me any pain. Of course, I winced, but he was being gentle. He took out some ripped sheets and soaked it with the rubbing alcohol, cleaning around my wound. Once again, being as gentle as he could. I forced him a warm smile through the burning pain, but he quickly looked down when his face turned red. Was he blushing? Wait. Does this man have feelings for me? He took the needle to begin stiching my open wound. Time passes, and he finishes my leg up by bandaging it up. I looked him in the eyes and told him, "Thank you, dixon." Once again, he avoided eye contact. Before he could get up, I reached for his hand and pulled him back. He finally looked me in the eyes. I repeat again "thank you" to ensure I get a response. "Not a problem," he said in his deep, rasped voice. We exchange a smile before he leaves to prop the door back up. I saw him look back over my way a couple of times to ensure I was okay while I rested. I tried to avoid looking at him, but I couldn't help but smile, knowing this man actually cares for me. Darkness had now cast over the house as dixon started the fire. He lifted me off the couch and placed me into the blanket he had positioned by the fireplace. Before I could thank him again, he had already lay next to the fire opposite me. My eyes felt heavy as I began to fall asleep. The last thing I saw before my eyes closed was daryl watching me as I rested.

I woke up instantly, cold sweat and heavy breathing. I get nightmares, but this one was real. Too real. Daryl was awake and saw me in a panicked state. "You good Y/K," he said, showing concern. as he too sat up. "Yeah, sorry, I sometimes get nightmares like this." Before I could finish my sentence, he had already made his way over to me and placed his blanket beside me. He placed his arm over me as we lay down, pulling into him. I felt the warmth that exerted from his body into mind. I placed my head into his chest as I wrapped my arm around him. "You're going to be okay," he told me, planting a kiss onto my forehead. I look up at him and give him a loving smile, and he to returned one. "Merry christmas, Dixon." i smiled, "You too," and just like that, I fell asleep. Cuddled into the man who wouldn't speak to me.

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Daryl x !Reader

Daryl Dixon x !Reader

Always be your's

You and daryl face a heated argument as you try to leave the group, without hesitation daryl tries to stop you and you give him one last thing before you leave

⚠️Smut, Fluff, blowjob, dirty talk⚠️

800 words approx.

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"Where do you think you're going?" Daryl shouted at me, in his raspy, monitone voice. I turned my head to face the man. I stared at him for a few seconds, looking him deep in his eyes. His eyes furrowed with disappointment when I had nothing to respond. I let him down once again. "I'm sorry dixon, I need to leave, I need to do this for me. You are more than welcome to join me" he usually understands me, but now? I don't know. "Rick got into your head again, didn't he" I interigated him, looking down at my feet in disappointment, knowing the answer to my question, knowing he would never chose me over rick.

"Ye, I understand. But I made a promis-" I interrupted him immediately "you promised me!" I let him stir with his thoughts for a few seconds "you promised me I'd be yours forever!" Tears filled my eyes as walkers began hitting the side of the wall. I turned away from him, i couldnt bare the dispair in his face. I heard his footsteps shuffle towards me, placing his hand on my shoulders to spin me to face him. "I'll always be yours" he spoke softly, lifting my chin. My stomach turned as my eyes met his again. I felt myself dive in, gasping for air as he pulled me closer to his. I closed my eyes letting the tears drip, and follow my facade. He licked his lower lip before closing the gap to meet mine. My mouth exploded with gluttony, making me want more. I felt his tongue search for an entrance, making me moan quietly, Allowing his tongue to play against mine. I felt his hand run up my neck, making me shudder with passion. Growing with lust, i felt hand began mingling with my hair, grabbing as much as he could, as his kissing became much more meaningful, much more passionate. Before I could think he broke away, leaving me wanting more. Much. More.

"I want you" before he could say more, I instinctly began kissing at his neck, hearing him letting out small whimpered moans. I found my hand following his torso until I reach inside his trousers. Filling my hand with his soft cock. I looked at him and smirked as I saw his jaw dropped and his eyes sealed shut, increasing the depth of each of his breaths. With each slow rub I presented his needing cock, I felt him grow within my grip. His breaths became more rapid as he reach his full potential, an impressive amount of potential for that matter. I stopped even though I knew he wanted more. Dropping to my knees I reached for his zipper, and unbuttoned his trousers. To my surprise, he was walking comando. I look back at him to see him gazing down at me with a smirk wrapped around his face. Letting out this man's length, I felt as it hit against my cheek. His pants now round his ankles I could get to work.

Grabbing him by the balls, i began Licking the tip of his cock. I felt his body shiver as I wrapped my tounge around the head of his cock, swirling it in a slow circular motion, making him moan as it travelled around with each rotation. "You like that don't you dixon" I teased as he gave a small nod of pleasure, to the best of his ability. Giving him more, I used the width of my tongue to give what the rest of his cock it needed, running my tounge down his length. I could tell this was the first time in ages he had been touched like this, and damn he needed it. After several lengths I gave him what he really wanted. I took his cock by the base and wrap my lips around his sensitive head, using my tongue against his tip. I feel his body shake with anticipation as i Slowly force as much of his cock I can fit down my tight throat until I gag. He starts moaning louder at the sound of my pain, causing the walkers to bang louder against the wall. I feel his hand once again on the back of my head urging me into a rythem that makes him feel good.

Minutes go by until he finally moans out "Fuck, I'm so close", looking down at me taking his cock whole. I Bob my head faster and faster, rubbing his balls in between my fingers. I listen to his breath becomes even more rapid and deep until finally I feel his warm thick cum shoot to the back of throat. I swallow every drop. Once he's done i take his cock from my mouth. I hear him moan and whimper as he thrust his dick to the back of my throat one last time. Out of breath, and unsteady, he reaches for his trousers. Pulling them up and looking at me once again.

"You're too fucking good, you dirty little slut" grinning at me, as he pulls me in for one last kiss.

"Let's get out of here" I whisper into his ear, one last time before its just me and him. Just like it was supposed to be

Daryl Dixon × !Reader

On the bonnet of his car

In an apocalyptic world, there's no time to so the dirty. But the second daryl gets to eat you like cheese cake, he takes his chances.

⚠️CW- Heavy Smut, PinV, Squ!rting, smut, smut and more smut⚠️

Give me ideas of what do next guys, up for anything and everything xx

He grabbed her under the shoulders throwing her against the bonnet of the car, 7 weeks into the apocalypse there hasn't been time for fucking the shit out of a women. But now, now he had time. Y/N lay flat against the hood waiting for daryl to devour her. "Are you gonna be gentle?" Y/N asked in a whined sarcastic tone as he ran his hand up her inner thigh.

"Nah" he said in his quiet raspy tone, climbing on top of her. Her face filled with glee. Once his face met hers he smiled devishly at her innocent face. She felt him grow hard against her tight, covered pussy, as he made his way down, pulling at her blood soaked cargos, gasping as the air hit her legs, soon warmed by daryls hands once again making there way to remove the final layer of clothing.

She sat up in an instant to remove dixons cloths, grasping at them like a walker. Removing his ripped pants to see his hanging cock blowing in the breeze watching as he grew, she pulled him above her desprate for his touch. His cock now pushed up again her wet opening. She was filled with lust as she heard the heavy breathing exhale from daryl. With one slow thrust she felt as each inch of his length forced its way inside her, making her wriggle with joy. She heard daryl whimper with lust as he took each thrust into her. He began a rythem, with each thrust making her shiver in pleasure. He moved his hand up her body to grab her tits, his other moving against her cunt. She gripped his arm tightly as she grew close. He knew that. He gavee her what she wanted. A few grunts and growns were exchanged between the two before she finally climaxed with him deep inside her. He looked down to see her throwing her head back in extacy grinning at her as she looked at him deeply as he continued to thrust, making her overwhelmed. He pulled out of her dripping pussy smiling at the pleasure he gave her, but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted more. He moved his head to meet her soaking wet opening and placed his tounge on her clit. As he began to move his tounge around her he placed his fingers inside her increasing the pleaser. She thrusted once again into a rythem becoming closer and closer to release. He was ready. A jet of liquid pushed its way into his mouth as she moaned with pleasure slamming her head against the windscreen. He immediately stopped, put his pants pn and left her to dry in the wind.

Looking back he smirked at you "Good girl for daddy aren't you, Y/N