Imagine

imagine… 

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

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

pinky linking instead of full on hand holding. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

talking or thirsting?

rick grimes x greene!fem!reader requested by anon ib: @writella/@xowritella 🫶

wc: 1.8k summary: rick and lori's relationship has been tense, he needs to find a sanctuary, he found you. warnings: mdni, age gap (reader is 19), cheating, slight perv!rick, virginity loss, oral (f!receiving), size kink, PiV, cum eating

18+ under the cut.

"how long?" she just stared back at him, he couldn't even look at her. he tried his best to see the woman he feel in love with, the woman he had a child with but all he could see was a lying, cheating, slut. "how long did it go on? when did it start?" he looked up at her, eyes filled with rage, disgust and most of all, hurt. "a few weeks..." she sighed. "a few weeks? you'd known i was dead and you started fuckin' my best friend after a few weeks?" he scoffed, wondering what would've happened if she didn't fall pregnant, would she have just lied? "rick, you're alive, i stopped as soon as i knew that." rick almost gagged at her words, he was so disgusted, he couldn't take it anymore. he got up and stormed away.

"daddy please!" your little sister whined begging to make a pie for the people who camped outside, "we don't know 'em, beth!" maggie interrupted, folding her arms judgingly, you smirked at maggie's statement, she knew what you were thinking, 'don't know 'em but she'd screw one of 'em' making refrence to maggie and glenn, you wouldn't dare say that out loud, in front of your father that is.

"fine, one pumpkin pie" your father had finally given up, "you'll help her, won't you?" your father looked at you, trusting you to make sure beth doesn't burn down the kitchen.

it smelled like heaven, the crisp crust, sweet inside, your secret was to add extra cinnamon and sugar. just enough to make your mouth water. you threw on your boots, holding the pie as beth took the plates and silverware. you walked outside to the campsite noticing the man with the shaved head first, something about him rubbed you the wrong way, ever since otis. that's when you saw him, rick grimes.

now he rubbed you the right way. well, more like you did. late at night, the moonlight shining through the thin veils of your bedroom, your hand would make its way into your panties, your fingers playing with your clit, running circles over it before you hesitantly pushed a finger inside of you. it didn't feel good unless a certain sheriff popped into your head. you'd never actually had sex before, but the thought of your first being with rick always gave you something to think about late at night.

"we made pumpkin pie" you smiled innocently, rick walked over placing his hands on his hips. "what's the special occasion?" he asked, a smile creeping onto his face, "well, it wasn't my idea, it was beth's, jus' wanted to do something nice" rick nodded in gratitude. "anyway, maybe you should come inside and eat, looks like a storm is coming" everyone had followed you into the dining room.

rick couldn't help but to notice your legs, eyeing how beautiful they were, slowly looking upwards, wondering what color your panties were-

"this is delicious, probably the best pie i've ever tasted" lori's voice snapped rick out of his filthy thoughts. "damn straight" shane smiled at lori, this made rick's blood boil, he grunted in anger before getting up and storming outside. everyone looked at lori and shane confused.

you got up and followed rick outside to the side of the house, "rick" he ignored you, "rick!" he stopped before turning around his eyes softened when he saw you. he looked like he was about to break down, like his world had just crumbled. "wanna talk 'bout it?" you kicked a rock you'd seen on the ground, "don' wanna burden you sweetheart" he shook his head and smiled.

'sweetheart' what a cute little nickname for you.

" 't's no burden, i swear" you reassured, grabbing his hand to make him focus on you. he jolted to your touch; it had taken him by surprise. "sorry, i jus'... it's lori" he finally admitted, a sigh of relief leaving his chest. " 'm sorry" you stared deep into his eyes.

talks like that started to happen more often, and more in depth. eventually it became a habit for rick to find you whenever he was frustrated, throwing tiny rocks at your window before sneaking into your room to talk. "ya look so pretty in the dress, doll" he smiled sitting down on your bed, smoothing out some creases on the bedsheets, "thank you, 'm gonna change so..." you made reference to rick being able to see you. he understood and covered his eyes with his hands, as you quickly slipped on a cute pink nightie.

little did you know, rick had taken a sneak peek to see your beautiful body, and boy was it worth it. he admired every single inch of you, from your locks to your legs, all leaving nothing to the imagination. rick's cock began to stir in his pants, imagining how fucking hot it would be, fucking your tight little cunt, in that nightie you were slipping on, oh how badly he wanted to split you into two.

"rick... rick!" he pulled his hands away from his face, his face clearly flustered. "you okay? you seem... tense" you teased sitting down next to him on the bed, your hand brushing his thigh. he jolted to your touch, "yeah jus' uhm" he couldn't think of a valid enough excuse so he had no choice but to pretend to yawn.

almost thirty minutes in and you and rick have been back a forth in conversation, discussing how rick should move forward with the lori situation. "she was the love of my life." he sighed, a vein clearly visible on his temple. "i feel so goddamn hurt" but he sounded angry. "your feelings are vaild" you innocently rubbed his back in a comforting way.

goddammit, it was like you knew exactly what to say, he shouldn't feel this way about you. you were practically half his age, if not more. "dammit baby, you're too kind, what did i do to deserve someone like you?" he pulled you in for a tight hug, your nightie riding up a little.

when the hug was broken, rick stared into your eyes, your lips inches apart. your lips grew closer, eventually joining. a sweet whimper left your mouth, the vibrations felt on rick, as you began to straddle him. "rick!" you whined as he grabbed your as, making him move his palm over your mouth. "gotta be quiet sweetheart, got it?" you slowly nodded when rick moved his hand away. "i-i've never done anythin' like this" you sheepishly admitted, you got off rick's lap, sitting down next to him. "what?" he looked over at you with surprise.

"i-i'm a virgin" his eyes widened, "i thought i was gonna wait 'til marrige, but, you know, dead people everywhere" he let out a slight chuckle, "we don' have t'do anythin' you know" he reassured but you nodded your head no. "i didn' finish, i wanted t'say that i thought i was gonna wait but i can't, not with you around" you smiled, a grin creeping on his face.

"take this off" he pointed at your nightie, and you desperately did, rick admiring your body, again. "no panties?" he raised a brow, you blush. "normally, when ya leave, i to-touch myself" you bite down on the flesh of your bottom lip. "oh yeah? d'you think 'bout me?" he smiles rubbing your thigh, getting dangerously close to your soaking cunt. "mhm, all the time, even before we got close" your breath hitched as rick ran a finger over your cunt, "feel good?" he looked up to see you nodding vigorously. "ye-yeah" he smiled before getting down, his face inches away from your cunt.

he rubbed your clit before running his tongue over it. a little yelp leaving your lips, you slapped your palm over your mouth to shut yourself up when rick looked up at you.

your pussy was everything rick could imagine and more. he'd never admit it due to the fear of being called a hypocrite but once, when rick had sex with lori at the farm, they had a fight, she swore she heard your name slip from rick's lips, and rick had no choice but to deny it even though lori's instinct was right. every time rick fucked her, he would be thinking about you, wishing he was fucking you or else he wouldn't finish.

"oh shit" you breathed out, your fingers running through his hair, as rick sucked on your clit, his one finger, slowly fucking you, feeling better than you could have ever imagined. he moved upwards, kneading your breast with one hand as his tongue rubbed around your nipple on the other, sucking, surely leaving marks where he could. "hmph" you whined once more. he couldn't take it anymore. "sweetheart, you sure you want me to be your first?" he stood up, his chest moved up and down, trying to catch his breath. "yes rick, please"

withing milliseconds, rick was unbuckling his belt, pulling down his jeans and his boxers. "don' worry it'll fit. i'll make it fit" he reassured when he noticed how your eyes widened seeing how big his cock was. you took a deep breath as rick got on top of you, his fingers intertwining with yours. he stopped for a moment, looking in your eyes, "rick please, i need you so bad" you whined.

slowly he began to push himself into you, stretching your sweet cunt out, rick waited a moment before pulling out, almost completely and thrusting back into you again. "fuck, angel, you're so tight" his breath against your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine. rick's other hand, subtly resting on your mouth, a 'ssh' leaving his lips every once in a while, when you'd let out a moan.

he began to speed up, each thrust more passionate and loving than the last. you clenched onto the sheets. "oh fuck" he sighed, his cock twitching in your cunt. "'m gonna have t'pull out baby" his thrusts getting sloppier, "need t'cum" you sighed against his palm, "cum baby, all over my cock, please" it sounded like his voice broke.

he didn't need to fuck lori, passionate sex with you felt like a dream, and rick didn't want to wake up.

pulling out, rick jerked himself off some more before he came all over your belly. your mouth agape, your eyes wide. suddenly rick ran his fingers over his cum, scooping it up and running his fingers in your mouth, the sweet and salty taste making you feel as if you were high, rick almost came again, just at the sight of you eating his cum.

the next day. you and rick tried your absolute best to pounce on each other like wild animals, feeling more confident, your skirts slowly became shorter, your shirts became tighter, rick became harder.

"you okay? 'been actin' strange all week?" your father would ask at breakfast the next morning, "mhm, just had a good night, tha's all" he smiled and nodded.

a great fucking night indeed.

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bestfriend!jk who lazily strokes his cock in and out of ur pussy while u lay on ur tummy watching the newest episode of JJK. he’s not lookin for a orgasm as he pulls all the way till the tip is left before sliding back in. ur pussy makes cute wet noises till ur basically creaming down ur inner thighs and making it messy.

bestfriend!jk who calls you his pretty girl while u have a mouth full of cock just suckling while he works on his essay, as a reward u get to ride him til ur cumming n shaking.

bestfriend!jk who folds u in half and pounds into u like his life depends on it, ur crying and shaking by the time he finishes using ur pussy, “jk,” you whine, jk just laughs in ur face and squishes ur cheeks, “jk,” he mocks while stroking his dick in and out of ur used cunt, “c’mon take that dick baby,” he’ll say while pushing u past ur limits.

OKAY END OF MINI POST!!!

Best Served Cold

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Since your fiancé can’t seem to keep his hands off of Lori, you decide Daryl is the perfect way to make him pay. Revenge sex has never felt so good.

Warning: NSFW. Attempted SA. Unprotected p-in-v. I don’t condone cheating (unless it’s on abusers lol). Semi-public sex and getting caught doing it in a tent 🫣 Based on this kickass idea from @dilfsandmartinis (I'm so sorry it took this long for me to post the story) !! 💓

Your man returned to your tent that night like he did most others: slick with sweat and too tired for sex. At least not again, not with you. He would undoubtedly claim to have been checking the perimeter, standing guard like a good leader should, but any blind man in that quarry camp could’ve seen he was just boning Lori.

A lot.

You were really more offended that he thought you stupid enough to abide by his lies than the fact he was fucking someone else. That part wasn’t new—his dick never knew how to stay in one hole longer than a month or two—but in an apocalypse? With his newly-deceased best friend’s widow? That was low, even for Shane.

Which was why you felt no compunction yourself as you slipped quietly from your tent toward the water’s edge that night, pink vibrator clutched tightly in hand.

Useful little thing that it was, a six-setting suction device that worked wonders on your clit, even underwater. You figured since Shane couldn’t be bothered with you or your sexual pleasure so long as the former Mrs. Grimes was occupying his time, you’d make use of this sex toy instead and start really leaning into the “self care” you’d been craving for so long.

The water was warm all the way up to your chest, and the air around you tepid. You moved around, treaded in place, and finally reached comfortable bearings a couple yards from shore. You relished the solitude and silence.

The moment you felt the toy come to life in your hand, you couldn’t help but smile. Exhaling as you brought the tip close to your center.

“Shit.” Even the gentlest setting too harsh on your clit, you nipped your lower lip and bit back a whimper.

You swirled it lightly on your inner thigh, tried painstakingly as ever to acclimate yourself to the buzz of the rubber, but damn were you sensitive. Almost too tender to be touched, too ripe with excitement and aching for the feel of something on you, or in you, or just barely skimming the surface of your skin underwater.

A low moan escaped your lips the second the head drifted back to your clit. Your toes curled into rough, rocky terrain underfoot, and your breaths started to quicken. You made a gentle motion with your hips—a sweet, semi-circular thing you’d been doing over Shane’s lower half as long as you could remember—begging for more friction, needing more of that mechanical hum.

You pressed the button for a higher setting. The peaks of your pleasure soared to new heights.

You were helpless to the trembling of your knees and felt immensely grateful for the water’s aid in keeping you straight. You pressed the rounded tip of the toy even tighter to your core and didn’t heed a thing around you as you sighed several expletives under your breath. A jolt of bliss washed over your body.

Your eyes had just started to close in the first throes of that wild sensation, when a new sound startled you.

“Ya done pissin’ or what?”

You shot a look toward the shore and saw a slightly less-than cheery individual standing at the edge of it, the toes of his boots grazing the incoming waves.

You froze in place. You hardly knew what to say.

“Ain’t safe fer you out here ‘n you know it. Come on.” Daryl beckoned you with one hand and started to turn.

At what point was it appropriate to tell him you were naked?

You thought he could surmise from the fact you were neck-deep in the water and refusing to move that maybe something more was keeping you in. Daryl seemed clueless, however.

“I ain’t got all night, kid,” he snorted, “’f you don’t hurry, Shane an’ the rest of ‘em’ll be out and— ah.”

Ah.

At the last, he stepped on a pile of clothes folded neatly on the shoreline nearby, undergarments and all.

So this wasn’t a midnight swim or a late night piss at all, but a full-blown skinny dip. He should have known you weren’t the bikini type.

Awkwardly, almost begrudgingly, Daryl gathered what clothes of yours he could and chucked them closer to the lake. Then he turned on his heels and stalked up the beach without another word—fuming, it seemed to you. Once averted, though, Daryl’s face betrayed a look of horror. Like a parent who’d just stumbled upon a box of condoms in their daughter’s sock drawer after swearing she was still a virgin.

In the few short weeks since you’d been thrown together in this mess, Daryl had practically taken to you like family. He hated Shane ‘Shit-for-Brains’ Walsh most days, it was true, but the fact that you were you, and times were tough, and nothing seemed to occupy Daryl’s mind quite like the thought of keeping you safe, that he had to keep you close at all times. He just hadn’t imagined your proximity would turn this intimate so suddenly.

“Keep up,” he spoke more sharply than usual. Didn’t even wait for you to dry and dress completely before snagging your hand in his.

You glanced at your taut, hardened nipples poking up through the damp material of your tank top and suddenly wished you’d brought a towel. Or a bra. Your shorts, too, clung to your ass like a second skin and made you feel extra bare before Daryl’s eyes—even if he hadn’t spared a look at you once as you’d traipsed behind him through the woods.

When you tripped, he held you up; when you nearly ate shit over several rocky spots, he carried you over them. His eyes never strayed toward your body, though.

Once you’d made it to the clearing where your group had made camp, Daryl lowered you to the ground and still couldn’t find it within himself to look your way. You shuffled uncomfortably on your feet, now standing inches away from the tent you shared with Shane.

“Thanks for...that,” you said, flatly.

Daryl managed a curt nod.

Before you turned in, you decided to venture a look at Daryl’s chest, and you felt an influx of embarrassment. The taupe-colored cutoff he wore as a shirt was soaked with water. Instinctively, you brushed your fingers over the stain—as if touching it might dry the fabric, or else mask your humiliation at being the cause. You tried not to evince a hint of surprise at how sturdy he felt.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Daryl.”

You hadn’t thought any man was capable of looking more afflicted than Daryl did before, but somehow, incredibly, he appeared even more ill at ease when you touched him. You immediately retracted your hand.

“’S’okay,” he managed. He would’ve given anything not to be where he was, or who he was, at that moment.

Just when another apology leapt to your tongue—feeling even worse that you might’ve crossed a physical boundary you shouldn’t have—a twig snapped close-by.

You and Daryl jumped in your skin. You turned toward the source of the sound.

Shane was tugging his pants into place, pulling the zip up in haphazard fashion as he marched out of the woods.

He’d either been blowing Lori’s back out (again) or off to take a piss in the bushes. By the looks of his dazed and drowsy expression, you guessed it was the latter.

“Got a nice rack, doesn’t she?” Shane observed, careless as ever.

He walked past the two of you and unzipped the tent.

“I was jus—” Daryl started.

“Don’t care,” Shane cut in, “Goodnight.”

You were amazed at the level of nonchalance your fiancé exhibited. On finding you soaked to the bone and touching another man in the middle of the night, the old Shane probably would’ve laid Daryl flat on his ass.

But overprotective, possessive Shane was no more.

Before disappearing into the tent, Shane reached for your elbow. You barely got another glimpse at Daryl as you were ushered inside.

The tent was re-zipped in an instant, and you assumed Daryl would be quick to leave the scene, too.

You turned and saw Shane fumbling to unscrew the lid of his canteen. Taking several big gulps before re-fastening the top, tossing the jug to the side, and letting out a sigh.

“You get a look at the hard-on he had?” Shane chuckled.

You almost choked on your spit.

“What?”

“Pitched a tent in his pants bigger’n this,” he returned, gesturing to the polyester enclosure overhead. Then he got back to his feet, walked over to you, and kept going, in spite of your perplexed expression, “He must really wanna fuck you.”

You blinked up at him, unsure if you were more baffled by Shane’s serene demeanor or the fact that you hadn’t noticed Daryl’s boner. You decided to overlook the erection for the time being.

“And you don’t...care if he did?” Instantly chiding yourself for the twinge of indignation in your tone.

“Nuh-uh,” Shane said. His hands came to rest comfortably on your hips, and he seemed to be hearing your words without really comprehending what you meant. As usual.

If he picked up on the irritation in your voice, he didn’t show it. He just rolled the denim of your shorts between his fingers and pulled you closer.

“This,” he hummed, fingers sinking between your legs, “is not for him.”

And Shane was community dick. Made sense.

You didn’t attempt to conceal your annoyance this time as you rolled your eyes and pushed his hands away.

“Well maybe if Daryl asked nicely…” you trailed off, starting toward the bed.

Shane stopped you before you could. He took a firmer hold of your sides and showed the first real hint of jealousy in his eyes. You were almost glad to see it.

“No,” Shane said, shaking his head. Then, snaking his touch back down your legs—with the fabric of your shorts fisted in his hands this time—he continued amidst your quiet protests.

You were gripping his wrists, trying to keep them from moving any further. But Shane was insistent.

“He wouldn’t get to ask nicely, because I’d blow his fucking brains out before he ever got the—”

“Shane.” You were actively shoving his hands off now. You didn’t mind this envious side coming back to the surface, but you would not, under any circumstance, be Shane’s sloppy seconds the same hour he’d fucked Lori.

“No. You— you smell like—” you cut yourself off before the woman’s name could leave your lips.

“Like what?” Shane snapped. Suddenly intrigued to hear what you had to say.

You tried to wriggle out of his grip, but when you couldn’t, and when he pressed you again, you sputtered some nonsense about his drinking—how he reeked of booze, not Rick’s wife.

“Thought you liked it when I fucked you drunk,” Shane grinned, voice dripping with condescension, “Said it gave me stamina.”

You’d said no such thing. You groaned lightly as Shane managed to pull your panties and shorts, together, to your ankles. When he started to take them off at your feet, he hardly seemed to notice your nails dig in his shoulders, silently begging him to stop.

“Think I should invite Daryl back over? Let him watch me fuck you stupid?” Shane’s mouth was hovering close to your center, hot breaths fanning over your lower half.

In any other situation, you would’ve craved him here: on his knees, ready to suck and lick and dick you down like he always used to do. But things were different now, you had to remind yourself. Apart from the walking dead invading your world, there was no Rick in the picture, no semblance of platonic feelings between his widow and your fiancé—you felt physically sick at the thought of Shane touching you now. You tried to stand the instant he threw you on the bed.

“Shane, I don’t wanna—”

“Fuck? Yeah, I figured,” Shane shrugged as he tried to peel your shirt off your body.

“Then quit,” you hissed. You were starting to fear the fabric might tear if you held on any tighter.

When it seemed evident you weren’t going to give in on the top, Shane let go and turned to his pants instead. Pinning you down with one hand, he unbuckled his belt as you whimpered and pleaded that he stop. The sounds only made the mound in his pants more pronounced.

The two of you had dabbled in CNC before, but this was not that. No safeword, no fallback, no trace of consent between you, and to be frank, you were starting to get scared. The second Shane freed his cock from his boxers, you felt a surge of panic rise to your chest.

“Fuck— STOP!” Without thinking, you jerked your knee.

You hadn’t meant to hit his balls so hard. But you did. And he folded in half, seizing with pain, while you took that as your chance to slide off the bed, slip on your panties—and hightail it the fuck out of there.

Shane’s cries pierced the night air like a blade through rotted flesh. You stumbled, half-blind in the dark, and blazed a reckless path through the tents all around you. Weaving in and out of neighboring spaces, searching desperately for any lone, dim glow of a lantern to tell you someone was awake to hear your pleas if needed. But sadly, no tent was alight but yours, and the entrance to that was presently being torn open once more as Shane staggered out there himself.

“Y/N!” he bellowed.

In your haste, you’d tripped over Glenn’s knapsack. You scraped your knee, scrambled back to your feet, and tried with everything in you not to make a sound as you retreated further from Shane’s voice.

You probably looked feral, weaving in and out of tents with your knee leaking blood and your pupils grown wide with fear. You scampered fast across the rocky campgrounds and made a beeline for the woods.

Until Shane’s footsteps fell heavy mere feet away.

Quickly changing course, you dove for the nearest tent and ripped it open. When you slipped inside, zipped it up, and went crab-walking backward like a panic-stricken animal, you hardly saw much of anything else.

Had your pulse not been pounding in your ears and your gaze not glued to the front of the tent, you likely would’ve gotten a pretty good laugh at the sight behind you.

At the very least, a chuckle or a smile or a slightly sheepish blush would’ve been supplied in a second, seeing someone wide-eyed and holding his cock in a death grip just inches from your rear.

You’d unwittingly scrambled into the tent of a man who’d just been beating his dick off furiously to the thought of you—and there you were, sitting pretty in pure, unadulterated fear for the sight of your fiancé any second now. When you turned your head, your hand flew to your mouth.

“Dar— oh!”

Like before, your heads snapped in the direction of a new sound, quick to sense that it was Shane, and this time, you went crawling over to the archer without a second thought. Hardly noticing his pants were down, you leapt into his lap.

“Y/N—” Shane hissed as he tripped over something outside. You heard a clatter and a bang, the sound of a few curse words sputtered in vain, and a groan. Daryl’s arms snaked around your sides and pulled you closer.

“What’ve ya gone and done this time?” he whispered.

“Told him no,” you murmured back.

You pretended not to feel the singe of Daryl’s gaze boring straight through the side of your head. Then a little lower, to your near-bare lower half and shaking legs. It didn’t take long for him to piece together what had happened.

“Y/N,” Daryl started, far louder than you could bear. You shushed him swiftly, ignoring the flare of anger in his eyes that told you he was currently conjuring up fifty different ways to kill Shane and just aching to act on it.

“Don’t. Please,” you said.

“Did he—”

“No. I...kneed him in the balls before he got the chance.”

“Oh.”

Shane was pacing outside, like he knew you were somewhere close. He called your name every now and then, drew near enough to send you rigid with fear. Then Daryl would hold you tight, stroke your hair, or else just graze his lips on your shoulder to let you know he was there, and eventually, the fright would subside. You nestled yourself into that touch and felt something far kinder than fear for the first time in a long time.

You felt aroused.

Ever more inspired by the sound of Shane stewing, fuming outside within earshot and the nudge of Daryl’s member against your barely-clothed core. Well…you were tempted, to say the least. You just weren’t sure if Daryl would be on board for being your lightning-quick rebound fuck of the night.

You sighed as his hips moved gently against your own.

“You think maybe—” you started.

“Yeah?”

“—you might…tell me what you were doing before I barged in here?”

Even in the dark, you could sense a blush creeping up his neck. You loved to see a man like Daryl flustered.

“Oh, uh, that?” he said in half a chuckle. Glancing down at his groin and going back and forth between two thoughts in his mind, most likely. Tell you the truth or come up with a half-assed lie on the spot.

“Just…jerking off to you.”

He never had been any good at a bluff.

Your face visibly brightened in the dim glow of the tent. You tried not to let your elation get too far ahead of you, though, lest your voice raise above a whisper and draw Shane’s attention.

“Yeah? What about?”

Daryl never thought it possible for a woman’s enthusiasm in a question to turn him on, but yours did. He looked to your lips and swallowed, suddenly at a loss for how to answer.

“I…well…”

“You’re fucking dead to me, Y/N. If you don’t—”

Your fiancé’s voice was as close, and as terrifying, as it had ever been. You eased Daryl onto his back.

“Were you thinking of this?” you teased.

You made that soft semi-circular motion with your hips and watched a brand new face contort with pleasure. The footsteps outside hardly registered in your mind any longer, as your attention was singly focused on Daryl.

He fought a groan in his throat as you grazed your slick heat over his length.

You coated him with your arousal quicker than even you had expected. You knew you were turned on, but never had it been like that, where you were damn near dripping sweet nectar all over a man’s cock. You let a little whine leave your lips.

You couldn’t help it; your cunt rocked back and forth over Daryl’s fat, throbbing cock and made obscene sounds as you did. The archer’s hands found your hips and gently guided you up and down as his own moans struggled to break loose.

You could’ve stayed like that forever, you figured—if you hadn’t been so fucking wet that the head of his cock slipped inside of your heat the second you and Daryl bucked your hips together. An inch was quick to stretch to seven before you could think or blink or do anything else but groan in pleasure, and suddenly, he was bottoming out inside you.

“Fuck!” Daryl hissed.

“Daryl!”

“Daryl?”

Fucking Shane, of all voices you didn’t want to hear in that moment. Fortunately, he’d heard Daryl’s voice alone and not the sound of your moan, calling his name at the same time, for entirely different reasons, it seemed.

Daryl gritted his teeth as you bounced on his cock,

“Yeah?”

“I’m looking for Y/N. You seen her, brother?”

Seen you, felt you, fucked you, yeah—he had.

Daryl closed his eyes and tried not to blow his load on the spot as you squeezed around him.

“No— no, I haven’t. Not since earlier,” he grunted.

“You sure?” Shane pressed, dissatisfied, “I heard her running around this way.”

You braced your knees against the ground and rode the man beneath you even harder, taking every ounce of resentment you felt toward Shane out on Daryl’s cock. Fuck if revenge sex didn’t feel nice when the object of your ire was standing right outside the tent.

You almost wanted to moan, wanted to whimper, but were quick to think better of it the longer you spent moving up and down his length. Seeing shades of lust in his eyes like never before, you just couldn’t bear the thought of having to pry yourself off any time soon.

Daryl sank his fingers into your thighs and sighed, leaving ten perfect crescents in their wake.

“Don’t you fuckin’ stop,” he murmured.

“Could ya— could you come outside and help me look?”

‘Come the fuck on’ seemed to be the silent, shared sentiment between you and Daryl as your bodies writhed fast against each other and your highs came close into view. You braced your hands against his chest and begged him not to answer with your eyes, but you also knew Daryl couldn’t not say something to him, either.

“I…I’m sure she’s fine.” Daryl tried, weakly.

He flipped you over so you were flat on your back, hands careful not to make much noise or cause you discomfort as he did. Cock never leaving your wet, greedy hole, he found it easier than ever to resume the pace you’d made above him—now pounding you quietly into his sleeping pad.

You gripped his back and, simultaneously, bit down on his shoulder to keep from letting out a shriek when he grazed a particularly sensitive spot inside you. Tried not to whine when he hit it again. And again. And again.

Shane was growing impatient. Hovered close to the front of the tent so you could see the outline of his shadow.

“You got something better to do, Dixon?” he snapped.

Yeah, fuck your fiancée, Daryl thought with a smirk. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him even deeper.

That light, airy feeling preceding ecstasy was close at hand. You wanted to give in—let the levee break and just relish the sweet sensation quick to follow—but you knew you couldn’t. Knew yourself too well to be a screamer not to hold on a little longer, until Shane had left.

But the way Daryl’s cock was pumping in and out of you at present made it hard, to say the least.

“Just…tired, ‘s’all,” Daryl groaned close to your ear.

“Tired from what?!” Shane jeered, “Wrist been hurtin’ from how hard you’ve been jerkin’ it to Y/N, huh?”

You almost burst out laughing. Daryl quickly cupped your mouth. Fucked you harder to shut you up.

And shut up you did; but not for long, you feared. The faster he pounded you, the more that coil in your stomach came to swell, and soon enough you might—

“Eat shit, Walsh.”

“Just help me out. Please.”

Daryl shook his head and fucked you harder, much to your chagrin. You didn’t want him to stop, but you needed him to, in truth, or that swollen thing inside of you just might get the better of you and burst. You pressed your hands to his chest and tried to whimper something softly, but Daryl just hushed you with his hand to your mouth and kept on at that breakneck pace. Your eyes rolled back, your legs started to shake, and if Daryl hadn’t had to tear his attention away to say something to Shane, he might have seen how close you were to blowing your cover…before it was too late.

With one more stroke inside your wet, sensitive hole, you felt a cord inside you snap and a flurry of wild, unbridled bliss take over, stronger than you’d felt in ages.

A shriek desperate to escape your throat, your teeth raked down Daryl’s flesh with the force of it, and, instinctively, the man yanked his hand away and yelped.

You hated to do it, but the feeling was just too good. Your lips parted to release one of the most lewd and obscene sex screams of your life—with Daryl’s name following over and over as you came.

Daryl’s eyes grew to half the size of his face, it seemed. Stilling inside you, feeling your sweet, hot juices flow down him in waves, he sat there and couldn’t quite decide if he was more turned on or terrified.

When Shane tore through the fabric of the tent and charged inside, he figured it out pretty quickly, though.

Y/N: *knocks on door*

Rick: *opens the door* Hey, N/N, what can I do for-

Y/N: *grinning, wearing a witch hat* Trick or treat!

Rick: *confused* Trick or-? Y/N, you’re trick or treating in the middle of the apocalypse?

Y/N: *more serious now* Trick or treat

Rick: *sighs* You can’t just-

Carl: *appears next to Y/N out of nowhere, wearing a pirate hat and his eyepatch* Trick or treat!

Rick: Not you too-

Daryl: *appears out of nowhere behind them, wearing a blanket tied around his shoulders as a cape, excited* Did he choose trick?!

Rick: *scared now* Wh-what? N-no-

Michonne: *walking in with her sword and pointing it at Rick* Trick or treat?

Rick: *almost crying because he’s so confused* What are you even supposed to be?! You’re not even dressed up!

Y/N: She’s a ninja. Duh. Now, answer her question

bakugou would take ALL your instagram pictures he’d be kneeling on the floor to get the best angle would take MULTIPLE pictures so u can choose your favourite he would direct them telling you the best places to place ur hands and would mutter compliments under his breath all scratchy n gruff like “fuckin gorgeous” “so beautiful baby” “ur ass looks great” which ends up in getting those cliche pictures of ur hand over ur face because u get embarrassed and your hand grabbing for the phone whining “stoooooop” and he’d just be grinning like “wasn’t done”

also would never take a selfie but would always be in a selfie with u ALWAYS and he is so gorgeous his relaxed expressionless face is all modelesque and just PRETTY so you’d be big teethy smiles n he’d either frown or tyra banks smize or SMOULDER

i think this can count into my influencer!reader universe so