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Me, a fanfic reader who can survive off nothing but just words and day dreams herself to sleep:

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You Know Me

Daryl reassures you that nothing ever happened between him and Leah.

content warning: 18+ for mature themes and suggestive material, insecurity, reader character asking if Daryl cheated (he would never), hurt/comfort, reader and Daryl are married, lots of pet names and domestic bliss, some praise at the end, very anti Leah Shaw.

"Daryl, when you were out there looking for Rick-"

You've had this conversation many times over the past few years, but for a while you had forgotten all about it. You were happy with him, your husband, the man who you knew would give everything to keep you safe. You two had gone through so much together from the very beginning, and after the Whisperers were gone you thought it would be a good time to settle down with Daryl and focus on building a family. Everything was okay- until she showed up.

You knew what Leah had done to him, how she tortured him for information. He wouldn't tell you everything, but when he came back from that place, from the Reapers, he was different. He was hurting.

"It was her," he had told you as soon as you were in his arms again. "It was Leah."

You didn't speak the rest of the night, you just listened.

Now, a few months later, it's on your mind again. You hate that it is, you know your husband is busy with work and he doesn't need to hear about your insecurities. You know you should be focused on settling into your new home, building a new life here in the Commonwealth- yet you can't help but think back on unresolved conversations from the past.

Judith and RJ are with Carol for the night, and you've made dinner with whatever you could afford at one of the little grocery stores in town- it was so surreal having this domestic bliss with Daryl, it would be a shame to ruin it by rehashing old haunts. You can't help it, you've tried for so long to keep your questions to yourself but they keep piling up. You just want peace.

He's exhausted when he comes home, you can tell by the way he groans when he pulls off each piece of that ridiculous suit armor. All you want is to take care of him, to give him a warm meal and take him to bed to relieve his stress, but you have to have that talk first. If you don't do it now, you know you'll just keep putting it off.

"Hey, sunshine." His voice is so soft and full of so much love. You can hear how bad he just wants to love on you, and the way he looks at you makes your heart clench.

"Hey, handsome. How was it today? Mercer go easy on you this time?"

He scoffs and you can't help the smile that creeps onto your face. He doesn't need to say more, you've become a master at reading his nonverbal cues. By the look he gives you, you know he's had a long day.

"Hey, Dar'?"

"Yes, my love?"

He gets up from where he was sitting to unlace his boots, dropping them by the door so he can wrap his arms around your waist. He looks hungry, and not for the lasagna you have cooking in the oven. You want to give into his desires, you want nothing more than to have him take out his frustrations of the day on you, but you'd be thinking of her the entire time.

"I need to ask you something."

"Okay, babygirl, ask me somethin'." His head dips to the curve of your neck and his mouth latches onto your skin, his hands rubbing up and down your sides and your back. You don't want to ruin this moment, he seems so content just standing here with you. "Go ahead, 'fore I throw ya over my shoulder and take ya to bed."

"Daryl, stop." You push him away and all the joy from his face disappears. It makes you feel sick. "It's serious."

He nods, his hands resting on your hips, unmoving. His entire demeanor shifts. "Okay, sweetheart, I've got all night. Do you want to sit?"

"Yeah," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

He takes your hands, noting that they're shaking, and pulls you into the small livingroom so the two of you can do this sitting on the couch. He's incredibly attentive, and you can tell he's running through every possible scenario in his mind. You can tell that he doesn't know what he did wrong and he's scared you're leaving him.

"What's goin' on? Talk to me. I'm right here, you can ask me anythin'." It takes you a moment, and as much as he wants to be patient with you, he can't take the silence. "Sweetheart, I'm real worried right now, please talk to me."

"Daryl, when you were out there looking for Rick," you can't even look at his face, "and you met that woman in the woods. Leah. What happened between you two?"

A deep sigh deflates his lungs, his hands curling around yours. He understands your question, you asked him this many times during the first few years after he came back home. He had been patient with you every time, and he always will be.

"You know me, you know I didn't do anythin' that would hurt ya." He knows you can't bring yourself to look at him, but he needs you to. He reaches up to take your chin in his hand, gently turning your face towards him. "Sweetheart, ya know me."

"Then tell me everything, please? The truth, the full truth."

Your voice sounds so desperate and he hates that he's made you feel this way. He hates that you're scared and it's his fault. He's supposed to protect you from this.

His eyes never leave yours, and you watch as they well with tears. "I missed you, when I was out there. I missed ya so bad, honey," his own voice breaks but he keeps going. "I met her and I thought she would be a good ally to have. Someone to trade with, someone to... talk to."

"Talk to?" You pull your hands from his, turning your face away.

"Talk to," he repeats. "Just talk. Not the way I know you're thinkin' right now, so stop thinkin' it." He ducks his head down, trying so hard to meet your gaze. "Stop thinkin' it."

"I can't. I think about it all the time."

"How often do ya waste your time thinkin' bout that woman? She's not worth all that, she ain't. She was an awful person. She tried to hurt our family." He takes your face in his hands again, needing you to really hear him. "She tried to hurt me."

"You were out there with her for so long," you protest, tears threatening to spill. "I waited for you, I was alone and you were with her."

"Not like that. Nothin' ever happened. I told ya about her as soon as Carol brought you out there to visit me. I never kept her from ya, I've never kept anythin' away from ya unless it was to keep ya alive." He sounds so desperate for you to believe him, to trust him again. "You gotta know that."

"But you always went back to her and you never came home-"

Admitting that out loud is your last straw. You break down, sobbing openly in front of him. He hasn't seen you cry like this for a while, and never because of him. He pulls you against his chest without a second thought, wrapping his strong arms around you tight.

You believe him, but a part of you is still terrified that he's keeping something from you. You can't shake that feeling, even as he takes your face in both of his hands and stares down into your eyes. "The truth, Daryl. Please, baby?"

"It wasn't like that at all, honey. I shared shelter with her, never even slept in the same room. I promise." He feels so guilty even though he knows for a fact he never did anything unfaithful, he never even considered it for a moment. "I wanted to come home to you so bad, I thought about you all the time- every night. I only stayed with her 'cause she was out there where I was lookin' for Rick.

"Sweetheart, 'm real sorry I kept that from ya, but ya gotta know it was never like that for me. I never once thought of her like that, never. I was never attracted to her neither, so don't even ask that." He tilts your chin up, smiling. "You're the only one I got eyes for, and that hasn't changed the entire time I've known ya."

"I left when I realized she had the wrong idea 'bout me. That's the part I never told ya, that I turned tail and ran the moment I realized she had feelin's for me. I didn't want you to ever think, even for a second, that I returned those feelings, 'cause I didn't. The most I ever felt was guilty for leavin' her there on her own, that's why I went back to look for her. I felt responsible, and I wondered what would've happened if I hadn't left like that. I thought somethin' awful happened to her, I thought it was my fault."

It hurts to know he had kept that from you, but you understand why. You understand that he wanted to avoid this exact conversation.

You reach out for him, placing your shaking hands on his chest, and you can feel his taut muscles relax under your palms. You can feel the relief your touch brings him.

"When she took me hostage," he continues, placing one large hand over the two of your small ones, keeping them pressed firmly to his chest. "I played her so I could keep our family safe. That's all that happened."

"Did you-"

"No." He knows what you were going to ask. "Even when I was undercover and tryin' to stay on her good side, I never touched her. Not at all. Never even thought 'bout it, honey."

"Would you have, if you had to? If rejecting her would've blown your cover?"

His hand curls around yours, squeezing reassuringly. "Never. Keepin' our family safe is important to me, but when I married ya-" His voice cracks, tears now freely spilling down his sunkissed face. "I made a vow, an' I don't break my vows. Not when it's you. I'd rather die than betray you, and I'd choose you over everyone else, every time. You know that, right?"

You nod slowly, scrambling to pull yourself onto his lap, needing to be closer.

"Good girl," he sighs into your hair, his voice a low growl as his large hands help position you on his lap. "Good girl. Now, I never want you to think about that woman again, okay? Can ya do that for me? Can ya forget her? She doesn't matter, she never did. I never felt anythin' for her and nothin' ever happened between us. The best thing that ever came of that situation was Dog, you love Dog."

When you don't respond, he runs his fingers through your hair and whispers against your ear, "can ya at least try? Can ya do that for me, sweetheart? Just try."

You press yourself closer to his warm body, hiding your face in his neck so he doesn't see the way he makes you so bashful. "Okay, I'll try to forget. I'll really, really try."

"That's my girl."

"I'm so sorry for this, Daryl," you whisper, shame and guilt starting to set in.

"Don't you dare apologize, sweetheart. I'll have none of that. If it made you feel better, I'm happy we had this talk."

You pull back just enough to look at him, and for the first time in a long time, you feel completely at peace. "Thank you."

He smiles at you, bouncing you in his lap to let you know he wants to get up. "I smelled lasagna when I came home, and I'd really like to feed you while we lay in bed completely naked. That sound like a good night?"

"Hell yeah it does."

He stands with you still wrapped around him, holding your thighs to support your weight as he carries you across the room towards the kitchen.

"You're the only woman I'd ever want to do that with, sunshine."

"I'm flattered, big guy."

Words: 7,737 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader, also features Negan Smith Reader pronouns: she/her Era: post-Negan Alexandria Warnings: language, mild descriptions of injury and blood Summary: Imprisoned in Alexandria still, it seems Negan has a soft spot for Y/N, one of Alexandria’s doctors. With Daryl gone moving the The Kingdom to Hilltop, everyone back home tries to weather the storm, and help comes from an unexpected place. A/N: I love Negan’s redemption arc, so I was stoked to write this fic with some of him, Post-Saviors. I hope it gives you all the right kind of feels.

Your name: submit What is this?

Negan glanced up as heard the outside door open and footsteps approach down the stairs. He was seated on his bunk with his back against the wall when you appeared.

His face slowly grew into a wide smile and he straightened up. He snapped the book in his hands shut. “Well, hey there, dollface. You get my message?”

“First, don’t call me that… You know I hate it. Second, your message? Is that what we’re calling it? I’m here because Gabriel said you’re refusing to eat anything until you talk to me.” You paced over to the bars and peered through them at him.

Negan shrugged. “Isn’t exactly like I can pick up a phone and dial you, now is it?”

You sighed and gripped onto one of the iron bars. “A hunger strike? Really?”

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You, you, you.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Era: Season 10

Word count: 1.2k

Plot: After a long night, Daryl comes home and you decide he needs a little break.

Warnings: It's not smut but its implied? It's nothing explicit ig.

A/N: This is my second fic and I can not believe I'm actually doing this lmao, this is one of my favorite scenes on the show and I've always thought Daryl deserved someone who take care of him after a rough night. Thanks to my friend @weretheones for all the amazing help, I seriously couldnt have done it without u, muah!

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The dawn was beginning to come out when the gates of Alexandria came to Daryl’s sight, it had been a long night for him, where everything that could go wrong actually did.

The walk home was silent between the archer and his best friend, the only sound intercepting the thick tension were the grunts of the hooded whisperer trying to set himself free. This would end up really bad, he could feel it in his gut. 

Daryl’s mind was spinning around what happened, trying to understand Carol’s actions. He knew she wasn't the same after what Alpha did, but after all these months he could only hope her grief was at least healing — he was clearly wrong. There was something he couldn't identify in her eyes, more than anger or revenge, something that scared him.

Gabriel saw them coming inside and hurried once he spotted their hostage.

“You put us all at risk!” he barked at Carol.

“We need to find that horde before it shows up in our gates” Carol replied.

“So you decided for all of us? Knowing what it could mean?” Gabriel angrily answered back.

“Don’t matter anymore, we still gotta fin’ them” Daryl's voice came from behind the livid father — “We will figure it out'” he stated, ending the discussion as he started to walk home, to his home. To you. 

He opened the door slowly trying to be quiet, you were probably still asleep and he would be damned if he perturbed your very needed rest.  Daryl placed his crossbow down on the table you reserved for it.  “Come on baby!” you pouted, “This way you can always know where you left it and it’s easy for you to grab it on a run! It’s a win - win, don't you think?”  Your eyes were so wide with excitement he couldn't say anything else but to peck your lips while nodding “Alrigh’” he simply answered. 

The memory made him smile, then, it hit him. That was the reason why Carol’s intentions to stir things up scared the hell out of him: he was finally happy.  After so many years of walking on eggshells just surviving, being with you gave his life meaning, and the idea of you being in danger for her impulsive actions unsettled him, he couldn’t lose you.   Daryl sighed as he began to take his vest off, a fresh pair of clothes should be enough to remove the smell and fatigue from the night before.

“Hey, you’re back” your voice broke his thoughts. Daryl turned to you and his heart jumped.  You were together for more than 6 months now and he still couldn't believe he was lucky enough to behold you like this.

“Msorry, didn't mean to wake ya, go back to sleep angel” he softly said.

You frowned, something was wrong. “What happened? Is everything ok?” you replied with a sweet tone in your voice. 

He bit his bottom lip, staring at the window. “It’s Carol, she took one of em’ here, I, huh, helped her '' he wasn't certain why, but he felt ashamed as he spoke —“We will try to make him talk”.

Your mouth formed an “O” picking up on what troubled the archer. Alpha could take retaliation if she knew what happened. Shit.

“Come on baby” you softly said, raising your hand so he could take it. “We need to get you clean first”.

You led him to the bathroom. Unsure of what was happening he followed every step you made with the feeling of thousands butterflies in his stomach. The way his old shirt embraced every one of your curves barely covering your bottom made his heart race. He never thought getting a shower could be this exciting.  Sitting on the sink, Daryl watched you unbutton his shirt very slowly, pecking at the skin revealed with every button that was undone. Soon, his broad chest was displayed and you smirked with satisfaction. Bringing your hands to his neck, you brushed his lips just a little and whispered “Let me take care of you, please”. 

Daryl trembled, he didn't feel tired anymore. 

Once you were satisfied with the temperature of the water, you took your robe off getting into the shower. Daryl couldn't help but stare as he got rid of his boxers, the sight of your naked body wasn't something he would ever get used to. 

The hot water splashed against his ached body, making him gasp with delight. You chuckled at the action “I thought you didn't like showers, huh?” you teased him.  “I like them with ya” Daryl sheepishly answered.

Your eyes traced his whole body searching for injuries that might need more than just some cleaning, to your relief, there wasn't anything new. Taking a sponge, you delicately started to wash his chest, paying extra attention to every one of his scars, caressing them gently, wishing they could disappear along with his pain, just like the soap with the water. Daryl’s eyes were glued to the action, feeling a warm sensation spreading over his broad frame, god, he loved you. 

“I know you’re worried” he looked into your eyes, listening to your words closely, “But I need you to understand, whatever happens, I’m here for you, we can always fight together”  You placed his hand on your left breast, “Do you feel it? My heart beating?” Daryl nodded, lost in the sensation of your soft skin against his rough hand. 

You kissed him deeply, wanting to make him forget about the troubles of the world he always felt the need to carry on his shoulders. “I love you Daryl” you whispered between kisses. Daryl felt like crying, he wasn't used to this kind of burning, unconditional love. “I love ya too” Daryl managed to answer, unable to concentrate in anything else but the feeling of your lips on his, you were the only thing in his mind. Every fiber of his body was consumed in you. You, You, You. 

Soon, the steam from the hot water wasn't the reason the bathroom was boiling, it was the way you both got lost into each other until you became one.

Daryl came out of the house with his hair dripping, Gabriel approached him as soon as he spotted him. 

“Did you take a shower?!” he said with a hint of surprise in his voice “I thought we were going to check on that whisperer guy?”

Daryl remained stoic to the father's questions but he felt himself blushing, just when he was about to brush him off Aaron caught up with them.

“Hey! We were looking for you!” he exclaimed, pointing at Daryl — “You showered?!” Aaron’s eyes widened with disbelief and Daryl left a frustrated grunt.

 “Can't take a damn shower or what?” Daryl growled as he walked away from the two men with a hidden grin on his face. 

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pairing: daryl dixon x gn!reader

warnings: none

A/N: a little drabble for you guys while i finish up on a ton of more fics :)

“You’re home,” Daryl’s head snapped up at the sound of your soft sleepy voice. You rubbed your eyes as he walked into the room, your face slightly puffy from your slumber.

“I am, did I wake ya?” Daryl winced at the thought of waking you up, walking over to your blanket covered body. Your eyes were still half lidded and to be honest, you were still half asleep.

Daryl reached down to caress your cheek, his eyes softening at the way your eyes fluttered closed and you nuzzled against his touch.

“No.. just wanted to be up and see you,” you mumbled, letting out a soft sigh as his hand moved from your cheek and into your messy hair.

Daryl huffed in amusement from the way you were basically asleep, “see me? Honey, yer sleepin’.”

Daryl’s amusement further heightened when you mumbled incoherently and struggled to keep your eyes open, “no… no ‘m up.”

“Ya ain’, go on an’ sleep.” He whispered huskily, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You however decided that wasn't enough and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close to you. Daryl grunted as he shifted his weight, leaning his upper half over you while you shoved his face into your neck. “Wha’ are ya doin’?”

His scratch of his beard coupled with his warm breath against your skin made you giggle slightly, turning your head to plant a cheeky kiss behind his ear. “Want to cuddle,” you mumbled.

“I’ll get to it in a moment, I need ta change. Been out all day,” Daryl grumbled, now conscious of his suffocating layers. He held still in your arms as you refused to let go and huffed out in frustration, bringing a gentle hand up to your waist. “Please baby, ‘m jus’ gonna change real quick and then ‘m all yours.”

His whispered promise warmed your heart and your grip on him loosened, allowing him to slip free from your arms. He looked down at the slight pout on your face, pinching your cheek gently before walking off to change.

Your head lolled to the side as your gaze followed him. The room was dimly lit by your bedside lamp, the warm glow just barely making him visible from the dresser. His back was to you as he shed his clothes, taking his time with the buttons on his shirt. He shrugged his shirt off and threw it into the laundry bin, your eyes running over the scarred skin, wanting nothing more than to run your hands down his back and over his shoulders. He began to unbuckle his belt and you figured it was too intimate, so you turned your head away and closed your eyes.

Soon enough, whatever sounds you were hearing began to dull and you found your brain shutting off into sleep. You felt warm. Warm knowing that you were safe in bed and not fighting for your life outside trying to find a sanction to sleep for the night. You were safe.

Your short-lived sleep was quickly taken from you as the bed dipped next to you. Your head turned towards the offending side, slightly delirious having been up and down for the past 20 minutes.

“Hey, hey, hey. ‘s jus’ me,” Daryl whispered soothingly, slipping under the blanket next to you. You quickly relaxed and closed your eyes again, letting him pull you against him. One of his hands held the back of your head while the other arm wrapped around your middle, your cheek pressed against his bare skin. “Light sleeper, huh?”

He chuckled quietly when he felt you smile, his hand gently stroking your hair. He made a mental note to be even more gentle when doing things around a sleeping you. Daryl moved to lay on his back, pulling you with him so you were half on top of him and you shifted yourself so your head was on his shoulder.

As you felt sleep begin to take over, you mustered up the energy to whisper, “g’night… love you.”

Daryl let out a sigh, the arm around your waist giving you a soft squeeze. “Love ya too, get some rest sweetheart.” You felt him reach over to turn off the lamp, his fingers lightly drumming over your stomach.

You started feeling that same safeness you felt when Daryl was around. Feeling that warmth he gave you not just physically, but emotionally. You enjoyed this feeling and hoped it’d stay forever. Sleep came to you quickly, letting yourself be taken away into a peaceful slumber.

Warnings: Soft!Daryl. Send help. "Mmm? What's that look?" you asked softly, stroking your fingers through Daryl's wavy hair. He looked so relaxed, reclined into the pillows with you tucked up against him, basking in the afterglow of a blissful evening alone together.

He shrugged, his fingers drawing idle circles on your bare shoulder. "Nothin'. Was just thinkin', ya know? I was lost before ya," he drawled, ducking his eyes for a moment. "And ya came walkin' in and... s'like ya just dropped love into my heart and that's all I need. Yer all I need."

You were overcome with emotion for a second watching this strong man, this badass warrior, this man who had been owed softness his entire life be so soft for you. Those words were the sweetest you'd ever heard. You pressed your palm flat to the center of his chest so you could feel his heartbeat beneath it. "Babe," you finally managed. "You're all I need too." He kissed you then, clasping your face delicately and trying to put every ounce of the feelings he had for you into it. In another moment, the two of you were completely lost in each other again. Prompt: "You came walking in and dropped love into my hear and that's all I need."

A/N: HELP this is so fucking wkerh;KHQS*T^PQ(@IRGKJBDA;EUIFH;bskjfgwe&@#T ugggggghhhh you know what I mean? lol

Just a short little blurb about how you finally let your hair down after keeping it up for most of the years, and Daryl notices.

You never really left your hair down, literally speaking.

Ever since the dead started wreaking havoc on this planet, your hair has been a messy bun or ponytail, which was knotted to no extent from being up, being rinsed with lake or river water.

That was until Alexandria.

Alexandria allowed you to finally be able to let your hair down. You had a brush, shampoo and conditioner, and even a hair dryer.

You never thought you’d see the day to where your hair was clean, knot free and down. It actually shocked you the first time you saw it, how long it had gotten.

You got dressed and went back to blow dry it.

As soon as you walked outside, the people in your group, the ones you were with from the start, were shocked as well.

“Wow, look at that head of hair.” Carol teases, “It’s pretty. You should wear it down more often.”

You smile and shrug, “Yeah, I hope I’m able to.”

You walk away and someone else would say something, then finally, you saw Daryl. He had to do a double take, because to him, you looked like a whole other person.

“Whoa, look at you.” He smirks as you walk up to him, his eyes scanning you, “Y’look like you actually belong here.” Of course he couldn’t just give you a compliment, “Y’look ridiculous.”

You laugh, tilting your head as you flick your hair off of your shoulder, “Yeah, I feel ridiculous.”

“No, no, I didn’t-“

You cut him off, “I’m screwing with you, Dixon.”

He laughs and nods, “uh huh.” He reaches up, twirling the ends of your hair with his fingers, “s’really pretty. Y’got a lot of it, though.”

“I know. I have to learn how to braid it so it doesn’t get knotted.” You look up at him, “It was bad.”

“M’sure, I don’t think I ever seen ya let it down.” He drops his hand, “I like it like this.”

A week later, he shows up and offers to braid it for you, all thanks to Carol for teaching him how to do so.

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

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biker!daryl dixon x reader

“c’mon, hun” daryl caressed your arm as he walked passed you and towards his bike. your eyes followed him as you turned around only to see him turn on the engine. “let’s get outta here” he said waiting for you and with an excited little smile, you walked to him. his protective gaze never leaving you as the soft touch of your hand laid on his shoulder and you sat down behind him ready for the wild ride.

⊹ ⋆ ꒰ఎﾟMOODBOARD ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

daryl dixon x secret!reader

“we’ve talked about this, doll” he stated while caressing your soft hair affectionately. “i’m keepin’ ya safe, the world is fucked up out there” daryl explained and you sighed in defeat, cuddling up against his chest. the candle light illuminated the bedroom in the safety of the hidden house he kept you in. the idea of going out without him terrified you so eventually, you gave up asking. after all, he wouldn’t lie to you, would he?

Not sure if I’m asking this right but if you’re still taking requests for kinktober could you do Daryl Dixon and began for threesome? If that’s not available maybe either one of them for public, breeding, or non con🫣🥵🫠

Daddy’s Play Thing

Summary: Negan tries to not play favorites, but it’s obvious you're his favorite wife, especially after he shares you with his prize prisoner.

Pairing: Negan x reader x Daryl Dixon

Warnings: swearing, Negan being Negan, threesome (pit roast), oral (female and male receiving)

Word count: 2k

This was written for kinktober, using the space “threesome”

A/N: I hope you like it Anon!!!

Everyone in the sanctuary resented you, even Negan’s wife. As a wife, you don’t really care knowing you wouldn’t survive outside of the walls. Agreeing to Negan’s offer wasn’t a hard deal to take and you still haven’t regretted taking it, despite the resentment from everyone else.

Walking down the hallways, you look for your ever loving and dickhead husband. You knew he had a meeting this morning with the other saviors and you also know how mad he gets when you interrupt him, but now he’s free and somewhere. Scouring the cafeteria and gardens, you can’t find him anywhere until you check his bedroom. He sits on his couch with Darly Dixon sitting across from him. His shaggy hair covers his eyes that you know are pointed at the floor, not daring to look at you in the eyes.

“Well well well, look at what we have here,” your husband’s booming voice announces, “why aren’t you a pretty sight darling? Come sit on daddy’s lap.”

You bring your lingerie covered body over to Negan who leans back and pats his thighs. You take your seat on his legs, leaning into his side and pecking him on his lips.

“Hello sweetheart,” he smiles, “I’m sorry I’ve been busy all morning. I was told you were looking for me.”

“It’s okay, I knew you were busy.”

He smiles at your thoughtfulness before turning back to Daryl. 

“You see Daryl, most people here know respect, besides from you. My wife here doesn’t get a lot of respect and it makes me sad. I can’t help who my favorites are,” he says raising his hand to cup your chin, “and I think it’s a damn shame she’s treated the way she is for something she can’t control.”

Daryl doesn’t respond, but he does look up to meet you in the eyes. The bags under his eyes are worse than you have ever seen. Although you don’t really know the man, you do know he looks terrible. Negan’s actions sometimes were inexcusable and sometimes you feel bad that Daryl is here in the first place, but you remember why he is.

“I think people need to learn their places,” Negan continues, “I think you need to learn your fucking lesson. Darling, go sit on Daryl’s lap.”

You get up and listen to your husband obediently. Sitting on Daryl’s lap, you see his eyes go wide and his body get tense. He doesn’t know what to do in fear of Negan cutting off his hand or head. Wrapping your arm around his neck, you get close to Daryl and place a hand on his chest.

“No need to be scared,” you whisper, “I won’t bite, unlike him.”

You could have sworn you saw the corner of Daryl’s mouth lift into a smirk, but it quickly fades as Negan stands up and walks over to his mini bar.

“I think you deserve to be rewarded for being so obedient the last few days,” Negan chuckles, “Y/N, why don’t you give him a little kiss.”

You don’t hesitate for a second, moving into Daryl’s space. You guide his head to face you with your hand before leaning into his mouth, taking his lips by yours. They’re dry and rough, just like the rest of Daryl. He doesn’t reciprocate the kiss and you can tell he is still staring at Negan, nervous about his intentions.

“Don’t be such a scaredy-cat, Dixon. Kiss her back, you deserve this.”

Daryl’s hand flies up and grabs your face, holding you closer to his face as he kisses you back hard. You moan into his mouth as his tongue slips in, fighting for dominance. Crawling to straddle him, you start to grind your barely clothed pussy against the janitor uniform Negan put him in. You can heard Negan pouring himself a whiskey, confident that he is staring at the sight in front of him.

“You better feel fucking lucky,” Negan chuckles, “I never share my wives, let alone my favorite. She just happens to like being shared.”

Daryl’s hands move from your face and hair to the round of your ass, squeezing you against him and creating more friction.You moan louder into his mouth and you can hear him slip out a growl, not loud enough for Negan to hear, but you do.

“Get on the bed sweetheart,” Negan orders.

You pulls away from Daryl, much to your disliking, and get on the bed. You lay on your back with your legs spread out, barely hiding anything from the two men in front of you. Negan chuckles at the sight while Negan stares at you in awe, not sure why he gets this moment. 

“You can approach her.”

Daryl hesitantly stands up and walking over to the edge of the bed. Your eyes follow his body that’s hidden by the jumpsuit and your mind wanders to ideas of what he looks like underneath. You have only seen him with the jumpsuit on, not having visited Alexandria before his capture.

“Now this shit is what I mean,” Negan growls, “Show my wife some damn respect.”

He kicks the back of Daryl’s knees so he falls down, head inches away from the center of your pussy. You can feel yourself flutter at the proximity of Daryl’s face and his hot warm breath lightly grazing your folds doesn’t help. 

“See how she is just fucking dripping!” Negan laughs, “that’s how you want a woman to be. That’s a woman you don’t want to keep waiting.”

Negan walks around the side of the bed and sits next to where your legs are. You look at him with big eyes, begging someone to do something to help you release the feeling forming in your core. It’s almost unbearable how bad you want them to touch you, but they both stare at your shaking messy form for a few moments. Negan relieves you by sliding your black lace panting to the side and pushing Daryl’s head into your pussy, his mouth landing right on your hole.

You gasp from the sudden contact of Daryl’s warm mouth on your pussy, throwing your head back the second he starts moving his mouth. His tongue slides amongst your folds as he slowly starts attaching himself to your clit. Sensations run through your body between the feeling and low chuckle coming from Negan. You look up to see him holding Daryl’s head down, not letting him back up or breathe. The feeling starts to become overwhelming and you can feel yourself starting to come undone. 

As your breath hitches, Negan pulls Daryl away and replaces him with his own tongue and mouth. Daryl falls back on his ass as Negan continues to eat you out, sliding one finger into your core and teasing your g spot inside. You let out a loud moan as you cum around his finger. He smiles into your folds as the taste of your come registers on his tongue.

“Mmm mmmm mmm,” he groans, “I could have your pussy for every fucking meal.”

You giggle at his crass language as you scoot farther up the bed, knowing that this night isn’t over. Daryl stands up off the floor, shooting daggers at Negan with his stare.

“Sorry Daryl,” he laughs, “just because I’m sharing doesn't mean you get the damn whole experience.”

Negan reaches behind you and unclasps your bra, exposing your boobs. The room being slightly cold makes your nipples hard and Negan is drooling over them. He leans up and takes your left boob in his mouth, sucking and swelling over your hard nub with his tongue. The contrast of his warm mouth against your cold skin is almost unbearable and you need more. You start whining which makes Negan laughs.

“I think she needs something else,” Negan chuckles, “Sweetheart, how about you suck Daryl’s cock? Huh would you like that?”

You nod as you crawl to the end of the bed, looking up to Daryl with glossy eyes full of lust. You reach up to the hem of Daryl’s sweats and pull down his pants just enough for his cock to spring out hard. It’s nothing impressive, but certainly not small or disappointing. With a big smile plastered on your face, you lean forward and take his tip in your mouth, making his jaw drop.

“Good girl,” Negan praises, “Such a good girl, doing what daddy tells you.”

Negan moves around behind you and slides your panties down your legs. Slick drips out of your pussy and down your legs, making your husband laughs.

“Aw fuck look at that shit, she’s so fucking wet from sucking you off Dixon.”

Daryl lets out a harsh groan as he tangles his fingers in your hair. He shudders as you moan on his cock, sending vibrations through his body. 

“You like it when my pretty wife sucks your cock, don’t you?” Negan asks.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls as you take him deeper in your mouth, almost hitting the back of your throat and making your eyes tear up.

The sound of a zipper rings out and then the feeling of skin brushing up against your pussy. Negan chuckles as he slowly pushes the tip of his dick in your pussy, using his hands to spread your legs wider. You’re pushes down onto your elbows, arching your back for your husband behind you. 

Negan pushes himself fully into you before letting go. All resistance is released as he slams his long hard cock in and out of your pussy. He groans loudly as he fucks you relentlessly. The movements of him slamming his hips into you juts you into Daryl, taking his cock even deeper. Tears form in your eyes as the sensations rush through you, the ball in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter. 

Daryl lets out a deep moan as his grip in your hair becomes tighter and tighter. You can feel his hard cock twitch in your mouth. Smiling, you look up as you continue hollowing out your cheeks. Negan starts to fuck you faster, making you choke and gag on Daryl’s dick. You feel him start to lose his rhythm, knowing both men are close.

You start to moan as the ball in your core starts to bubble up. Negan groans as you clench around him, getting tighter and tighter while Daryl starts to falter from the vibrations of your moan. A warm hot liquid shoots into your mouth as Daryl lets out a loud moan. He grabs the back of your head, slamming into the back of your throat. Swallowing it all, you smile as you lick off the rest of his cum from his dick, causing him to flinch in overstimulation.

There’s no time to think as Negan continues to slam his hips into yours. You cant think as the pleasure turns into slight pain as he slaps your ass unrelentlessly.

“Cum for me baby girl,” he growls, “cum all over daddy’s cock.”

That’s all your body needed. Your core twists and squeezes as you let go. Negan isn't far behind and snaps into you, spilling his cum deep inside you. He continues to fuck you through both of your orgasms. You scream out in pleasure as your orgasm gets drawn  out.

“That’s it princess, good girl,” Negan says, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your head.

You collapse on the bed, attempting to catch your breath after the brutal beating your pussy just took, your whole body aching. Standing up, Negan goes to pour himself another drink. Daryl looks between the two of you, still breathing heavily.

“Get out,” Negan groans.

“Wha-“

“I said get out.”

Daryl doesn’t hesitate and immediately gets on his feet, rushing out the door. The sound of glass hitting a wood tables intrigues you. Opening your eyes, you spot your husband putting down his whiskey glass and walking back over to you. He stands at the end of the bed with a big shit eating grin on his face.

“Oh honey,” he says, stroking your hair, “we’re done yet.”

I’ll be the first to admit I’m a total trope groupie and AS ALWAYS @sourwolf-sterek32 has managed to make me have a high pitch squeak + happy dance moment in this one.

The trope in question is modeled by Mr. Reeves below

I’m a sucker for the “one person protects the other by covering them with their own body”. It is so rarely used anymore!! Artfully delivered in this chapter in what might be an unnecessary move but it says SO MUCH about the feels between Daryl and the heroine.

I think one of the things I love best about this fic and something that I don’t know if I’ve ever seen delivered as perfectly in any fandom, is that the fic isn’t about a Mary Sue heroine, it isn’t a snog fest of the heroine and Daryl... It’s truly just the retelling of the story with a truly charismatic and original character.

Course, the slow burn between the heroine and Daryl is just the cherry on top ❤️

Unforgettable Memories ( Daryl Dixon x Reader )

Summary: Y/N Grimes is Rick’s younger sister. You used to be in the military and have enough PTSD to last a lifetime. With Shane’s help you created the quarry camp and came across the Dixon brother’s in the woods. You bought them back to camp, but after that everything changed and you were still trying to figure out if that was a good thing or not. 

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Rick’s Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Blood, guts, language (just usual twd warnings)

Chapter 10- 

“Did you just lock us in?” You heard Glenn question from somewhere and you quickly spun around and sighed with relief when you spotted Carl, realising that everyone was still together and nobody had left the room yet.

“You son of a bitch. You let us out of here!” Daryl yelled and you turned back around just in time to see him throwing the bottle of alcohol before he ran towards the doctor. Jenner was now sitting on a chair by the computer, but Shane quickly grabbed Daryl before he could do anything.

“Jenner, open that door now.” Rick ordered, marching over to him as you adjusted the strap of your assault rifle over your shoulder, your eyes scanning the room for any other exits. 

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Ever sort of want to have a kick to the face, squeeze your heart sort of reaction to a fic? Well @imamotherfuckingstar-lord slays it in this one ❤️❤️ It’s so subtle and authentic, I absolutely love it.

Just Ride

Daryl Dixon x Reader

“You ready?” Spencer called from the gate, waiting to open it up. Daryl nodded to Spencer, who pulled back the gate, Daryl sped forward passes a few walkers lingering outside. The wind blew his hair from his face, his blue eyes squint to focus on the empty road ahead. He can feel your arms wrapped around his waist, tightly holding on; the warmth of your head against his back, even after you got use to riding with him, you still held on so close. And when you felt brave enough, your fingers would creep up to his wrist, caressing them softly. It would bring a rare smile to Daryl’s face, one that always seemed reserved for you.

It was a 15 minute drive to today’s destination, one Daryl visit frequent, many times with you. It was your favorite spot near Alexandria, where the two of you could be fully alone, in the real world; not hiding behind those safe walls. It was near an abandoned cabin the two of you came across one day on a hunt. The two of you cleared it of the one walker inside, spending the day there. It was the first of many trips taken to the cabin, often wanting to escape the confinement of Alexandria. On one trip, Daryl held your hand as the two of you were walking to his motorcycle, when you noticed a tall patch of grass behind the cabin. You pulled the archer toward it, “Daryl, come on.” He tried to hold back his amusement, but when it came to you, he never could stop smiling. You brought a light into his life that never existed, that he felt undeserving of.

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y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?

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hi and welcome to my masterlist. here you’ll find some of my work or links leading you to other masterlists. my requests are open and i’d love it, if you could give me some ideas to put into one shots/ blurbs/ headcannons!

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