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"y'know how i like it," he grumbles, pulling at your pelvis so that you're turning over onto your belly, a pert whine rolling off your tongue.
"knees up, girl, come on, now." when you don't immediately comply, he grunts, pulling your hips up and forcing you to balance your weight on your knees, your chest pressing into the sheets.
"you better open 'yer mouth, sunshine," he gripes, left hand pulling at the left globe of your ass and spreading you open for him while the other slips between your parted lips, fingers tickling at the back of your throat.
you gag around the obtrusion, tears springing to the surface of your optics.
"atta girl," he preens, using the salivated digits to ease roughly through your folds. "keep that mouth of 'yers open, y'hear me? make those pretty noises i like, won't you?"
I LOVE THE WALKING DEADâď¸đ!! how about some classic dating headcanons with Darylđ!! (maybe x asexual reader/or just SFW, only if youâre okay with that tho:))!! <3
Daryl Dixon Dating Headcanons
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⢠Daryl would have been incredibly hostile to you if you met him in his younger years and hadnât shared a background similar to his. He wasnât really accustomed to letting people in or showing any kind of affection, so even if you met him when he was a bit older this would still be a thing that was hard for him. And his inability to open up straight away is something pretty much everyone can notice.
⢠Without directly telling you his feelings he would most likely just start to hover around you more often, trying to keep his feelings hidden while giving himself an excuse to spend more time with you and also be a bit protective while doing so. Heâs also show off a bit by showing you his skills or teaching you something that would help you survive in the long run.
⢠He would be pretty worried about you on the inside no matter where you go, the dangers of zombies being a constant in his mind if youâre not directly next to him. He may come across as a bit grumpy and snappy if he isnât able to express himself to you comfortably yet because of this. Misunderstanding the reasons for his behaviour could wait cause some disagreements between the two of you.
⢠He will always have a secret soft side for you, even if heâll never admit it. But you can tell by the way he starts to relax around you and how he acts a bit gentle when heâs interacting with you compared to other people. He may not say much, but he expresses his soft side through the things he does mostly.
⢠Acts of service is a big way for Daryl to put across what heâs trying to express, even if itâs through the tiniest of things. Whether that be hunting for you or just leaving small items for you that he thinks you might like, maybe even doing some work that you were supposed to so you can spend more time relaxing, he always has you in his mind and wants to show you how he feels through this way no matter how long youâve known him.
⢠Daryl would never be a fan of PDA, but he would like to be more affectionate or physically close to you in private. Although, an incredibly tense and dangerous situation may grant you a hug from him from the relief that comes with you being okay.
⢠Daryl wouldnât be the type of person to just play with your feelings, or try and use you as a way to keep him entertained; if he likes you, then heâs going to be serious about it. Almost straight away he wants to settle down with you, but heâs more than willing to wait as long as he knows that you feel the same way about that kind of thing.
We're Together
pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader
summary: After someone else try's to get with you Daryl makes it known your his.
"Im goin' on a run with Glenn" Daryl said as he entered your cell, "Be back before dark."
You nodded turning to him," Be safe," you smiled at the man before you. You stepped closer placing a kiss to his cheek before he turned to leave.
You and Daryl never defined what you were but, there is a mutual understanding that you were more than friends.
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"Hey, Ronnie!" You said as you took the seat next to him.
"Iâm glad you're on watch," He smiled. Your face looked questioning as you spoke again, "Why is that?"
"I have been meaning to ask you something," He spoke nervously as he turned to face you even more.
"I noticed it's just you in your cell, I was wondering if maybe, you wanted to maybe," he paused taking your hand in his," maybe, try us? like together?" He questioned.
You nearly laughed," Ronnie, that's sweet but, Iâm not interested," You spoke softly, moving your hand from his, "Daryl, is well," You paused unsure of how to continue, "I'm not sure what Daryl would call us." You laughed.
"Dixon?" He questioned,â Doesnât seem like the type to settle down.â Â
âLike I said I am not sure what we are?â You said, genuinely feeling as though you and Daryl might never become anything.
âWell you know where to find me, if that cell of yours is still emptyââ He said laughing.
âYou got it, Ronnie.â You smiled knowing that would never be happening any time soon.
Little did you know though Daryl had heard that whole interaction between the pair of you.
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"How, was your shift?" Maggie asked as you entered the prison.
"Terrible," You nearly laughed," Ronnie, asked me out.â She joined in the laughter barely believing what you had said.
"Well, we're on duty together tomorrow," She smiled.
You were more than happy with that. "Alright, Mags, I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow, I'm beat." You smiled at the girl before heading to your cell.
You were confused to see bags, outside of the door and a mattress being pulled into the cell. You headed to the door hearing a rather loud groan.
"Daryl?" You questioned stepping into the cell," What are you doing?"
"Nothin'" He said, lifting his mattress onto the top bunk. He moved past you bringing his bags into the room.
"So this is a thing now?" You questioned sitting on the bed.
"You don't want me in here?" He asked sitting next to you.
"I am more than fine with you being in here." You smiled, "But, why the sudden want?"
"I over heard that douche, Ronnie, hittin' on ya," He said looking down twiddling with his fingers.
You smiled, "Jealous?" You questioned.
"No." Daryl responded now looking at you.
"You crazy, you know that right?" You asked.
He smiled shaking his head.
"Just don't bring anything you catch in here," You smiled laying back on the bed," And I guess you can stay."
He laughed laying back next to you, "If you don't want me in 'ere, I can go," He laughed as you snuggled into his side. His arm moving behind your head.
âoh no, your staying,â You laughed into his chest.
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You Deserve the World
Originally written by @avanatural; credit to her for the idea and inspiring me as well.
Summary: Daryl's been insecure about his age starting to show, and is worried he'll lose you. You show him every way he won't.
warnings: comfort, (a lil angst), fluff, implied smut.
wc: 3.4k
Daryl's back ached.
He slid the bow from his back and dropped it onto a wooden side table, letting it clatter loudly. His vest was the next thing pulled off his body, left on the chair beside his bow. Unbuttoning his shirt, the cotton tightened around his biceps, until he finally ripped it from his torso and left the shirt on the ground behind him.
Now freed from the confines of his tight clothing, his arms stretched out, muscles flexing in the process. Daryl glanced around the room per usual, until his eyes came across the mirror in the corner of your room. Slowly, he sauntered towards it, pushing his shoulders down as he approached.
The archer studied himself intently. All of his features remained as they were - same cerulean eyes, distinctive birthmarks, scar crossing over his left eyebrow and part of his cheek, and his rounded nose. Daryl couldn't help the fact of time passing, and he definitely couldn't help the fact that aging was catching up with him. A few new lines on his face became more prominent, and the bags under his eyes from minimal sleep only bore into him further.
He tried to force a smile, but stopped before the realization of wrinkles and other lines made him even more self-conscious. Daryl grunted to himself, before running a hand through the tousled hickory of his hair. Sunlight hit the crown of his head, illuminating its unwashed state, along with the few grey hairs that managed to show themselves. The hairs of his beard were the first on him to become grey without him knowing.
Aging was an aspect of life he couldn't get used to. He didn't want to get used to it either. Though it was only a part of growing older with time. Not only did he grow accustomed to working out more often in order to stay on top of his game, but his hunting agility was having a lower success rate each time he was out there.
On the contrary, he'd been worried about keeping up with his partner.
You, the one of his dreams. If his aging continued at the rate it began, he was worried that you'd grow tired of his older features and desire someone younger than him. Someone better than him.
Daryl knew you were popular amongst the men of Alexandria, those better options only poking at the back of his throat as if it were bile waiting to give. Being in a constant state of hyperawareness whenever you two were out in the community had exhausted him to his core.
Every time one of Deanna's sons or any of the other guys in the community even caught a glance of you from across the courtyard, Daryl wanted to pummel them into the ground, but push you into their arms from his all the same.
Although Daryl felt this way, he realized the strength of your bond with him went deeper than just physical attraction. The two of you cared deeply for one another, and you always tried to clear his mind of any negative thoughts.
You're enough the way you are, my love. I don't want you any other way than that.
With a deep breath, Daryl decided to push the nagging thoughts from his mind and trudge over to the dresser. He fidgeted with the button of his jeans, pulling them off his legs and ending up next to the shirt he'd tossed as well.
There was conveniently another mirror in the corner, one that took the full image of him into account. It was noticeable to him when he'd noticed movement from out of his peripheral vision. It would have only taken a glance to the left before seeing his figure in full length. Stood in only a pair of boxers, his hands sifted through one of the dresser drawers, pulling out a pair of black jeans. A glance downward at his body stopped his movements, and the pair of pants fell from his grip.
Despite everything telling him not to, his eyes drifted to the left. Once the full image of him in the mirror hit his eyes, the disgusting thoughts he had a moment before busted down the door in his mind. Daryl stepped in front of the mirror, jeans left on the dresser.
Cerulean eyes raked over every inch of his body as harmful thoughts flooded his head again. His thighs weren't as taught as they once were, his pecs werenât as defined. His fingertips grazed over the expanse of his belly, where some scars lay not as prominent as others. Eyebrows furrowed and a scowl made its way onto his face.
His partner was perfect to him, and he wanted to be perfect to them, too.
As if you'd read his mind, you came walking into the room, same smile on your face that made Daryl want to live forever. He hadn't noticed you at first, standing against the doorway. You tilted your head to the side, taking in the view of him in only boxers, hands tracing his stomach.
"Checking yourself out?" you chuckled softly, picking up a book on a dresser near the door.
Daryl's eyes locked on his reflection, his button nose scrunching up.
When he didn't reply with one of his quips or side comments like you were expecting, you took notice of the furrowed eyebrows and slouched state.
You'd noticed something different in Daryl these days. One look at the displeasure on his face, and you realized something was up. More solo hunts, fewer intimate moments in the bedroom.
Daryl, of all people, was insecure about how he looked.
Your lip caught between your teeth, dropping the book back onto the dresser. "Daryl, are you alright?" Shuffling over to him, you placed a hand on his shoulder. The contact made his muscles flex, the warmth of your palm against him growing his enamor for you.
Daryl sighed, knowing he'd been brushing you off every time you asked him if he was okay. His avoidance level had dwindled down to nothing, not wanting to push you away any more than he already had. You were his person, the one he could always confide in, and you listened every single time.
"Do you- Do you think I'm gettin' old?" he questioned under his breath, eyes still unwavering from the mirror.
Your chest tightened at the mere suggestion of his aging. To you, Daryl was the most perfect anyone could ever be- his aura, his personality, his appearance, his quips, even his idiosyncrasies, but most of all, his heart.
"No, I don't," you replied honestly, "You been thinkin' about that a lot, huh?"
Daryl's shoulders stiffened as he finally ripped his eyes away from the view of the mirror, turning completely to face you. Reaching out to cup his cheek in a loving touch, he leaned into it and closed his eyes.
"What made you think about that?" you inquired, letting go of his cheek and trailing your fingers over the soft hairs that adorned his face.
Daryl's eyes opened again, lines on his face reappearing in the furrowed state of his eyebrows. "I know the way those pricks in the town look at ya.. Younger guys."
Your gaze shifted back and forth from his sapphire eyes, the realization hitting you. "Is this about Spencer?"
When you'd first gotten to Alexandria, your relationship with Daryl was just beginning. You hadn't told the rest of your group about it yet, but from the first time you saw the older Monroe, he had his eye on you. He'd admittedly been attractive to you at first, but he had absolutely nothing on your Daryl.
Spencer had pulled you aside the night of Deanna's party, asking you questions about yourself and wanting to get to know you better. His motives seemed innocent but there was a slight glint of mischief in his eye. When he suggested something more perverted, you knew he only saw you as a one night stand and nothing more. You explained to him that you weren't interested, on account of being taken by a different, better man.
Spencer Monroe could never compare to Daryl Dixon.
"He didn't want me like you want me. I could never want that asshole, and I don't." If Daryl knew the things Spencer said about him after you told him you were taken, he would have pummeled his face into the ground.
"I'm way older than you," Daryl mumbled, "One day ya might wanna take him up on that, or any of 'em."
"You really think I want them? That they're better than you?" you questioned, your hand grabbing his.
"Don't ya think so?"
You scoffed, "What could any one of them give me? I know for a fact that they couldn't be as good to me as you are. I'm a damn lucky person to have you. I scored you, Daryl Dixon. Not the other way around. You always had my back, every time I've needed you."
"'Course I do, an' you always got mine, too. I jus' don't see why," He shook his head, "You don't gotta settle for me-"
"You know what? Enough, look into the mirror right here," you stated, grasping his shoulders and turning him to see his figure. "Let's start with your shoulders." You gave them a slight squeeze, flesh emerging from between your fingers. "They're so big and broad, and I'm obsessed with them."
Your statement made a corner of Daryl's mouth jolt upwards, forming just the tiniest bit of smile on his face. His mind brought him back to the memories of you gripping them when intertwined in a hug or kiss, but especially when you were making love.
You shuffled to stand next to him, affectionately running your fingers down his thick forearm. Meeting his eyes in the mirror, you took his hand in yours. "These hands and arms of yours are so strong, especially when you're holding me close, when you touch me. You know I appreciate how handy you are, especially when you're using that crossbow of yours, and working on your bike or cars."
Daryl hummed, intertwining his fingers with yours.
Smiling at his reflection, you continued, "I adore your stomach, know that? You're all muscle and firm where it matters most, but the softness of your stomach doesn't compare to the rest of you. I find that so incredibly sexy, know that?"
"Ya really like that?" Daryl questioned with disbelief, locking his eyes with yours in the reflection.
You nodded, leaning your cheek against his arm before placing a soft kiss on his bicep. "Yeah, I do." You already knew the tension in his body was starting to dissipate. "You wanna know what else I think?"
"Mhm," He replied almost instantly. Daryl felt selfish asking for your compliments, but he knew you'd give them to him every time he asked. It was simply too fulfilling to pass up.
"Your thighs are perfect, and they're such a strong part of you. I love sitting on them in your lap. And this?" You dropped his hand from yours, sliding it behind him to lightly squeeze his butt. He jolted slightly at the contact and smirked. "This is firm and so cute. A lot perkier than mine, too."
Daryl opened his mouth to speak, but your hands began to play with the hem of his boxers near his crotch, silencing him. "I assume this morning is a good example of what I think about this?"
His smirk widened, filling him with satisfaction of the fact that he could still make you feel good in bed.
"Don't even get me started on your pretty face," You shifted, cupping his cheeks with your hands again. Your eyes trailed over his face, taking in his intoxicating features. "Your eyes are so deep, like the ocean. When you look at me, I forget what I'm going to say most times."
Daryl shifted closer, purposely to make you flustered. His eyes met yours in the playful way he'd done a thousand times before, and you recognized the expression immediately.
"Don't do that to me now.." You said, rolling your eyes.
A hearty chuckle erupted from him at your flustered state, wrinkles around his eyes emerging once again.
"Your lips are so damn tempting, pretty and pink like they were made for mine," you went on, "You have perfect teeth and whenever you smile at me, my heart jumps a mile high. I'm also jealous of your birthmark, and how it gets to go everywhere with you on that handsome face of yours. But this..." you took a moment to run your hands along the wispy hairs of his chin and jaw, "is my favorite thing to feel when we kiss."
"Oh, really?" He questioned, that signature smirk of his growing inch by inch, "Guess I better kiss ya more often."
You beamed at his words, a blush rushing onto your cheeks as you let go of his face. "I'm such a lucky woman to have you, such an attractive man, by my side. You say guys notice me, but you aren't aware of just how many women practically drool over you when you're around the town. Warms my heart and makes me jealous at the same time," you confessed.
Daryl's head tilted to the side, "You got nothin' to worry about, sunshine."
"Well, neither do you, got that?"
He sighed, meeting your gaze with enamor filled eyes, another smirk tugging at his lips, "Yes, ma'am."
Daryl leaned down to your face and attached his lips to yours. His kiss was soft and slow, a low hum escaping you. His toned arms surrounded your waist, pulling you in close to his chest.
Your hands flew up around his neck, toying with the long strands, "I'm obsessed with your hair, too." You told him after pulling back from the kiss.
His grasp only tightened around you, arms flexing around your waist, bodies pressed together. Your foreheads slightly touched as you talked quietly.
"I gotta few gray hairs..." He retorted, those large hands of his snaking behind to your lower back.
"Yes.. and? You'd look so hot with gray hair."
"You sayin' ya wanna grow old with me, hun?" He inquired, hands squeezing around your butt now.
You grinned up at him through your lashes, "Of course. That is, if we live long enough to do so."
Daryl sighed, "Sounds good to me, darlin'. Now, I believe you were talkin' about my hair.."
You took the opening to run your hands through his bangs, pushing back the strands of hair that framed his face. "I love your long hair, It's so pretty and wavy, for a man like you. I'd love to braid it sometime, if you'd let me. Don't think a guy like Spencer could pull it off as well as you do."
"You love playin' with my hair, don't ya?" He questioned, voice lowering. His large palms rested comfortably on your behind. Daryl enjoyed touching your butt, even when it wasn't in a sexual way. Because of you, he craved intimacy in its most raw form, and with you, it came even easier.
"Absolutely," you responded, taking away what little distance was left between them and rejoining your lips with his. Daryl picked up on the change in tension between you two and grasped at your behind a lot firmer than before, using his strong grip to push his crotch against yours.
You mewled into his mouth when she felt the tent in his boxers against you, but you weren't done yet. You placed your hands on his broad chest, and pulled back.
"You okay?" Daryl asked, eyes darkened with lust.
Your fingers found the tattoos on his chest, the heart and other small ones littered across his collarbones. "I have more to say, that's all."
"An' what's that?"
"Your body isn't the only thing about you that makes me crazy for you."
The thought of you worrying about him in this state made his heart race, since he hadn't been thinking very highly of himself. The truth was, Daryl had been thinking that way his entire life, and couldn't help it. Brought up by people who only put him down and made him think so little of himself, he weighed his decisions with every one he made. When he met you, though, was the first time in his life he'd witnessed genuine love and support. You managed to bring him back from those moments every single time he got trapped in one.
You knew he deserved to be loved the way he was, with nothing standing in the way between you and his true self. In this world, he deserved to be given the same amount of love and support that Daryl gave to everyone in the community.
Just hearing about what you thought of him, in every way possible, kept him going in the darkest of times.
"Daryl, there's never been anyone in my life like you, you're so good to me," you said, tone in your voice filled with disbelief. "You think anyone else could treat me the same way you do? Those pricks only want to get in my pants, and dropped me like a fly when they realized I wasn't interested. But you, you became my best friend before anything. You became the one person in my life who knew me. Like, really knew me. And then I just.. fell for you in the process. I'm the luckiest person in the world to have you."
You could've sworn a blush crept its way onto his cheeks, but he dropped his head before you could see better. Two of your fingers looped under his chin and lifted it again. "Don't ever hang your head, Daryl Dixon. You are the best man I know. I've never met anybody as caring as you. I see it in everything you do, the way you care about Rick, about that little girl, Jude? It warms my heart to see. You deserve the world, Daryl."
Daryl knew every word out of your mouth was true. He knew you would never lie to him, and even then, you were terrible at it. The minute you got lost in his ocean eyes, every little fib crumbled to nothing. Like all things, Daryl was better at expressing himself with actions, and not many words. He pulled you into another kiss, and it took your breath away. His strong arms hooked under your thighs, scooping your body up into his arms. A squeal threatened to leave your chest, but it only got swallowed by the archer's lips on yours.
Without restraint, he carried you over to your bed, one you both shared on many occasions, letting his weight fall back on top of it. You giggled as you landed on top of him, taking his pretty face into your hands again and slipped your lips between his. He groaned, hands attaching to your waist as you attempted to deepen the kiss.
Daryl slid his tongue across your bottom lip, making you moan into his kiss. In response, he opened his mouth to you, tongue gliding across yours with desire. A moment passed before Daryl pushed you over onto the bed, now hovering over you.
All the kissing made you hot, and pretty soon your hands were clawing at Daryl's boxers, chuckling at you as he pushed them down his legs, leaving him bare between you both.
"Hey, now. Tha's not fair at all, is it?" Daryl questioned, very upset with the fact that you couldn't be more clothed. His hands immediately went for your shirt, tugging it over your head. Your pants and underwear followed, placing hungry kisses along the expanses of your skin. There was something different about Daryl now, he hadn't resumed the usual acts of self-consciousness he had recently been taking part in.
Though his hand reached out to turn the lamp in your room off, he felt a restraint when his fingers met the button. Since the days of his insecurities, he felt safe in the darkness while making love to you. It meant security, and kept him from the nervousness that came with the thought of being judged by you.
But now, he didn't have a reason to hide anything from you anymore. His hand resumed his loving touches on your skin. You loved all of him, every single part. There wasn't anything luckier than that.
"How 'bout I leave this on?" he declared, locking his eyes with yours.
"I'd like that."
intimacy w/ daryl dixon
taking this and running with it:
885 words, a blurb that i wrote inspired by this tumblr post.
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Daryl never wore jewelry. Like, ever. Not because he didn't like it, he would have just rather not hear backlash from his older brother and father for even thinking it looked cool.
In fact, Daryl loved all kids of jewelry. He never saw himself as an earrings kind of man, no. But a necklace or two? Even a couple of rings? He could get behind that.
He especially could if the pieces reminded him of you. After settling into Alexandria, all the chaos of uncertainty about the place, you'd found yourself in the living room of one of the neighbor's houses, tinkering with some pliers and wire. You'd created a small 'D' shape with it, paired with a loop so you could hang it around your neck with the one charm you already had.
When Daryl noticed his initial hanging around your neck, he innocently wanted to know about it, more than he thought he did. Sure, the two of you were official, you had been for what felt like months now. But the enamor inside Daryl only grew when he noticed the charm around your neck. You laid next to him in bed until his voice broke the silence.
"Is that.. my initial?" You looked down, instinctively grasping the charm in your hand and lifting it up to show him.
"Yeah, I made it. You like it?" Smiling at him, he took it in his fingers, skin brushing against the canvas of your neck.
"Yeah, I do. Can ya teach me how to make one? Wanna wear yours 'round my neck." Blushing a little, you nodded as he brought the piece of metal up to his lips, kissing it softly and letting it fall back onto your neck.
The next morning, you were sat at the kitchen table with Daryl, as he learned how to twist the wire into the shape of your initial. A careful hand helped him to hold the pliers the correct way, twisting all the ends in, as to not avoid any sharp edges.
"That looks so good, D." He smiled up at you, continuing to loop more wire around the initial of yours to create the loop that would hold it on the chain.
"Well, I learn from the best." You pushed him slightly, teasing at the fact that he teaches you how to mostly everything hunting and scavenging related.
You handed him the chain, your lovesick brain drifting off into thought as Daryl attempted to put the chain through the charm's loop. His bulky fingers gave him trouble doing so at first, but eventually the chain and charm were one.
"Not to be perverted, but you're gonna look really handsome with my initial around your neck." A twinge of blush rose on the apple of daryl's cheeks, just enough so you could see through the chestnut bangs hung over his face.
"Just like the way you look with mine 'round yours." Your hand went to the 'D' charm then, holding it in your palm with a protective instinct.
"Gosh, Daryl. I didn't know you were such a flirt." The two of you shared a smirk, knowing how Daryl usually is with choosing his words. You gushed internally at the possessiveness he had, after waiting for what felt like forever to confess his feelings to you.
You watched him pick up the chain, insisting he could put it on himself, not realizing that his big, strong hands wouldn't be accommodating to the delicate clasp of the necklace.
Daryl grunted to himself, a bit frustrated that a task this simple was harder than it looked. He wanted to prove to you that he could do it, so he hesitated in asking for your help. Though, he knew your hands were smaller than his, he just didn't want it to seem like he couldn't open the damn clasp of a necklace...
Daryl Dixon, always insisting he can do anything alone. Without help.
"Daryl I can-"
"Nah, I got it. Almost-" He grunted again, visibly frustrated this time. His arms were getting tired from holding them behind his neck to try to unclasp the necklace. He sighed in defeat as he placed his hands back on the table, still holding the piece of jewelry in his palm. You silently stood up, taking the chain from his warm grasp, moving to stand behind him.
Daryl felt your fingers brush the skin of his neck, as the chain lay against his skin now. You fumbled with the clasp a couple times before hooking it onto one of the loops of the chain.
"There." your hands rested on his shoulders, leaning down to leave a soft kiss on his collarbone. You walked around him, his hand catching your wrist and pulling you onto his lap.
You draped your arms around Daryl's neck, watching as he glanced down to see the silver chain laying perfectly against his skin.
"Thanks, sunshine." His chin tipped up to you, signaling he wanted a kiss from you. Pressing your lips together, you held the charm around his neck in your hands. You felt it added a protectiveness to his necklace and yours. These would serve to remind each of you that even when you'd be apart, you would still have each other, no matter where you were in the world.
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cuddling headcanons
warnings. brief mention of sex, cuddling, extreme fluff, brief mention of darylâs childhood
divider credits. @cafekitsune
he would absolutely adore it when you play with his hair, you are the only person that he allows to touch it, and he would lay his head on your chest, and allow you to run your fingers along the roots of his locks
daryl would cuddle you from behind in a spooning position to keep you warm, especially if you were cold or camping out in the wilderness
cuddles after sex obviously! it was all daryl needed after sharing such intimacy together to feel close to you. it would also soothe him if he was having a difficult time or mourning the death of somebody that he/you/both cared about
if you were sleeping somewhere that daryl was unsure of (e.g. the first night in alexandria), he would ensure that he was closer than you to any entrance. he would lay on his back with you on your side next to him, with your head on his chest. and he probably wouldnât sleep, wanting nothing more than to keep you safe
one of his favourite positions would be when you were both riding on his bike. he would be driving the motorcycle, with you behind him, with your arms wrapped around his waist. youâd press your cheek against his vest adorned back, if you werenât driving away from anything in particular such as a herd of walkers
he would cuddle you from behind in the shower, the water from the shower head falling on your bodies as he simply held you. or if you were behind him, you would run your mouth and fingers across each of his scars, it would be like an emotional and sensual massage
(especially in the prison and farm era), whilst you were in her together you would wear his sleeveless shirts. daryl would peck and breathe against your shoulders. it would make his heart throb with adoration from seeing you in his clothes
even though it was something that he wouldnât admit to anybody else, he is a man whom craves physical touch, and cuddles with you would fulfil that desire. at first he would be apprehensive and awkward with his position of being close with you, but eventually he would realise that being in physical contact with somebody did not mean that it would cause him pain. his childhood made him carry weariness from how his father would treat him, but once he lowers his walls to you, he would be the one initiating cuddles
(in reference to my lap girl series), you would sit upon his lap and cuddle. it would be a sensual and comforting way to cuddle, it would practically blur out your surrounding and make your focus be solely on one another
if anyone caught or walked in on the two of you whilst you were cuddling, daryl would get fairly embarrassed and hide his blushy face against you. whomever it was would tease you both through the day, until he told them to eventually shut up. but at the end of the day he knew that he was a lucky man to be the one that you chose to cuddle with
Can you write daryl smut where the reader likes daryl but she thinks he didn't like her because there's an age gap and he's always quiet around her? Then one day she catches him touching himself while saying her name so she confesses her feelings and at first he's embarrassed/shy but the reader asks what he was thinking about and she does whatever he tells her to do.
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Warnings: Smut. Handjob. Blowjob. Unprotected sex (don't do that).
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You aren't sure why he hates you that much. You aren't sure what did you do. You try to think about something but your mind is blank.
You love Daryl.
Yeah maybe the word is too strong but is what you feel when you're around him. You feel yourself protected, safe, good. And all those feelings have been growing with the time you've spent together. Well not just with him, the group in general, but you know that what you feel for him is not a simple friendship.
You first met at the prison, you were part of Sasha and Tyreese's group and although you were initially welcomed, you stayed, Woodbury sounded ominous when Michonne showed up talking about the Governor. At first Daryl didn't trust, just like the others, as the days went by he seemed more comfortable, but you were also aware that he wouldn't let you make too much of an effort. Back then you were younger and 'frailer' than you are now, you were scared to death, you didn't know how to fight, you barely had the strength to help keep the prison fence up when the beams that held it up had to be repositioned, but you wanted to help, you always tried to be useful, even though you always ended up in your cell, with Beth, taking care of Judith.
"Go back inside." Daryl said to you one day taking some huge logs from your hands that you had managed to grab to help Rick build his farm. "They need ya more there, fix somethin' to eat, help Beth with the baby, keep an eye on Carl. Ya ain't helping us here."
This maybe have been the longest conversation you had with Daryl and it hurt. It hurt because you were trying to change and his cold, curt tone shattered your hopes. Since then you tried to stay away, alert, but distant, unfortunately his way of treating you didn't change your feelings for him. They grew stronger when the flu attacked you inside the prison and he took care of you.
"Ya can't die here." He told you by leaving you a bowl of soup in your cell, his mouth covered with a handkerchief so he wouldn't catch it.
You're not sure if he said it because he thought you wouldn't hear him because of your condition or that you would end up forgetting it, as an unimportant anecdote. When the prison fell and you were all separated for a moment you thought you would never see him or any of your companions again. You cried for days, heartbroken, until you were reunited again in Terminus, Carol had saved you and when you saw him embrace your companion like that, the pieces of your heart were not completely healed.
Now you live safely in Alexandria, you have settled in the community after Deanna has assessed whether or not you are useful to them that you can stay. Some of you have settled in well there, giving thanks for recovering some things lost from the previous world. Like hot water. But others are having a hard time accepting that this place is good, that you are safe.
Daryl is one of them.
He's constantly coming and going, he's still out hunting, he's still out exploring, he's still Rick's watchdog, and he doesn't trust the people in the community. If there was distance between you before, now a chasm has been created that you are sure you will never be able to cross.
You sigh long, tired, sorry. Carl looks at you curiously, the two of you on the porch of one of the houses the community has assigned you. You're taking care of Judith, that role hasn't changed much since you left the prison, only Beth is no longer with you to help you. Sometimes you miss her. You were good friends and her death was unjust. You know Daryl suffered a lot because of it too and sometimes you think he was in love with her, and that's why he stays away from you, because he doesn't want anything more to do with girls. Daryl needs a strong, determined woman, capable of protecting her own.
"You're more pensive than usual today." Carl's voice pulls you out of your thoughts and you smile sadly.
"Sorry, I'm having a weird day today..." You mutter looking at him out of the corner of your eye, playing with Judith who is amusing herself with your hands.
"Is it because Daryl isn't back yet?" he asks you and you feel your cheeks take on a rosy hue. "He's been on patrol for several days, but he'll be back. You know how he is."
"Y-yeah, I'm not worried, I don't..."
"I thought you liked him and were worried because he's not back yet." He says again and you look at him with wide eyes. You're thankful Judith is sitting on your lap or she would have fallen out of your arms.
"I-I didn't... Who told you that?"
"Carol, but I already knew that, you're always looking at him or asking about him." He says as if it's obvious and you want the ground swallow you up.
"Oh God, is it that obvious?" you groan low dead embarrassed.
"I don't know, I told my dad and he hadn't noticed, but Michonne said she already knew...so I guess it depends..."
You cover your face feeling it burns and Judith laughs clapping her hands, thinking you're playing with her.
"Do you think Daryl knows? God if he didn't hate me already..."
"Daryl? I don't think he hates you..." Carl lets out a chuckle and you look at him confused.
"What?"
"Nothing, I'm just saying what I see."
"Yeah, well I'm telling you he hates me, he doesn't look at me, he barely talks to me, and if he does it's to growl at me or tell me I've done something wrong. He's never treated me like..." You shut up because you feel a strange little ball of jealousy towards Carol forming in your stomach and you don't want it, you don't need it. She's your friend, your partner, almost like a mother.
"Trust me, if he didn't like you, you'd know it. Daryl doesn't know how to dissemble, he may be quiet and cold, but it's not because of you. At least not because of what you think."
The day passes quickly, you get home at night exhausted from the day, you may not go out on patrol like the rest, but you also have your own obligations within the community, watching and taking care of the children, as well as helping Denise in the infirmary. You open the door seeing it totally dark, there is no one there, or are with the changing of the guard or even some already sleeping. Sometimes it still feels strange to sleep in a bed, but today you really need one.
You are climbing the stairs, taking a shower and getting into bed, when you hear a groan that makes you stop in your tracks. You shiver keeping your wits about you, you doubt very much that it could be a threat, the community is well protected, the dead can't enter there undetected. You continue climbing and the new moan, or rather gasp, is accompanied by a stifled curse and you curse mentally, sure it is Rosita and Abraham. You try to ignore it, hurry down the hallway, get into your room and try to sleep, however when you pass the room the couple share, the door is open, they aren't there. You frown in confusion and another gasp reaches your ears. You open your eyes wide as you realize they are coming from Daryl's room.
Your cheeks burn suddenly, surprised and nervous, you want to get closer, you want to know if it's what you really think, maybe he's busy, maybe he's with some woman... Carol. A twinge in your chest makes you hesitate for a second, but your feet keep moving towards the hunter's door. Your hand brushes against the door and you block when you hear him speak again. Whimpering a name.
Your name.
You half open the door, Daryl is oblivious to your presence, sitting on the bed, his back against the wall, his head thrown back enjoying himself. Your body trembles, your legs clench and your panties soak as your gaze roams over his naked torso and how his hand moves urgently over his cock which is raised and hard, quivering each time his fist tightens over the tip of his length, his other hand squeezes and massages his balls ripping a new grunt from him.
"Fuck..."
Goosebumps rise on your skin as you hear your name again. Your heart races. You want to know what he's thinking. You want to know what he's imagining. Unable to control yourself any longer, you enter the room fully and Daryl finally senses your presence. His eyes widen, his hand releases his obvious erection, though it now loses some intensity as he discovers you there, he quickly tries to cover himself with a pillow as you advance towards him.
"What yer doin' 'ere?" asks Daryl in a nervous voice.
"Are you touching yourself thinking about me?" you reply, you know the answer is yes, but watching him swallow saliva several times you know it's not the first time. "Why?" you see him frown, lick his lips and look down, totally embarrassed and possibly humiliated. He's misunderstanding your question. You don't care on the contrary.
"S-Sorry, I didn't think anyone was..." Daryl stammers.
"You misunderstood me, why would you do that having me for real?" you ask again and his head jerks up in a hurry. "Is that why you avoid me all the time, you like me? At least you're physically attracted to me?"
It's too many awkward questions that you know Daryl is going to be unable to answer, if you weren't in his room, if you weren't cutting him off and he had his pants on, he would have possibly run away by now. He opens his mouth several times to respond, but falls silent, licks his lips, looks at you and looks away again, the light in his room is very soft, barely a candle, but you are sure that his face is red with embarrassment. You advance the few steps that separate you your leg brushes his and he jumps into his own skin when your fingers caress his thigh, leaning forward to look at him more intensely, biting your lip, wanting to hear his response.
"I always thought you hated me, you know? always avoiding me, growling and well sometimes you haven't been very nice either..."
"I'm sorry..." He says again pressing the pillow against his crotch.
"That's why this surprises me, but I'm glad... I'm glad to know that at least I'm not the only one who feels something." You smile again, her eyes grow much wider and you laugh softly, now it's your face that's red. "You don't look at me like that, I'm sure you knew that..."
He says nothing, but his silence is enough for you.
"What were you imagining?" you say to him again. "What would you like to do with me, Daryl?" your voice sounds insinuating, your pupils dilate a little and you bite your lip again. "What would you like me to do for you?"
He can't answer, his words get stuck in his throat, but you get excited every time his eyes roam over your body. Clearly there are many ideas in his mind, but he is unable to express them out loud. Without waiting for him to say anything, you get rid of your shirt, remaining in your bra in front of him. His breathing becomes heavier and you see him licking his lips.
"Ya ain't gotta... ya ain't gotta do this if ya ain't..."
"Daryl, I've been feeling this for you for many years, I'm not feeling obligated to anything, on the contrary, I want the two of us to be honest with each other. If this is what we desire..." You kneel on the mattress beside him, his gaze follows your every move and he does nothing when you pull the pillow away from his crotch to look at him again. His erection has clearly declined, but his size gets you soaking your panties again. "Tell me what you want me to do, Daryl..." You stare at him and he finally seems to react, his pupils dilate, his eyes take on a dark hue and you hear him grunt.
You rest a hand on his chest and lean into him to kiss him. You've barely brushed his lips when his hand clings to the back of your neck and his mouth catches you. His fingers tangle in your hair preventing you from being able to pull away, the kiss grows more intense and Daryl sits up a little on the bed taking control. You gasp against his mouth, his tongue bursts inside, the two of you entangle and he holds you by the waist to sit on his lap. You move your hips, your ass rubbing his cock that hardens again with each rub. You pull away from his mouth and bite down on his chin staring up at him.
"Tell me, Daryl... what were you thinking?"
"Yer mouth..." He whispers still embarrassed, but he's horny too, he's been about to cum just as you've entered his room and now his cock is screaming for attention again.
"My mouth? Do you want me to suck your cock?" you smile as he nods and you let him lie back as you slide down his body.
Slowly, you kiss his neck, his torso, run your fingers and lips over his scars, feel him tense as you bite the skin near his navel and smile in amusement. You circle his cock in your hand slowly caressing its size, watching, biting your lip, how it acquires all its hardness against the palm of your hand, slightly curved, thick tip that begins to leak a trickle of precum. Your tongue brushes against his glans and you hear him sigh, you look up, but don't stop, your lips tighten around his tip, you suck and lick slowly, like candy, Daryl stirs under your body, his hand strokes your hair, you run along its length, as much as you are able to take inside your mouth, you suck and lick, up and down, slowly, taking a comfortable rhythm, holding the gag reflex, your tongue runs all over him, a wet smutty sound with each movement makes Daryl's hair stand on end and his fingers twitch above your head. You feel a small tug on your hair and you stop slowly thinking Daryl wants you to stop, but instead his hips move upward, thrusting against your mouth.
You don't stop him, you relax and still tightening your lips around his cock you let him move his hips up and down, thrusting deep in your throat listening to him gasp and mumble incoherent things, you would love to be able to get inside his mind and find out what he is thinking.
"Fuck... I'm gonna cum..." He assures you and his hips jerk a little roughly in your mouth.
You stifle a gag, but let him release, he moves faster inside your mouth, you feel the tip of his cock slide deeper, and you close your eyes as he spills into your mouth hearing him snort moving his hips slower, you swallow his cum, run your tongue down his length to the tip and suck one last time before pulling away completely and looking up at him with a mischievous grin. Daryl joins in too, he seems more confident now, he holds your cheeks kissing you intensely but calmly, you open your mouth and brush your tongue over his, giving him a taste of himself. Daryl pulls away, his fingers playing and stroking the strands of your hair as he stares at you and bites his lower lip. You smile and kiss him again giving him cause to relax with you.
"I'm here for you, Daryl...you can do with me whatever you want."
"That...could be anything..." He murmurs without taking his eyes off you.
"I trust you, Daryl." You tell him without looking away either.
"Why? I've never treated ya right, I've always been rough with ya... tryin' to get ya away from me, because when ya were around..." He chews his lip several times.
"What was wrong when I was around, Daryl?" You move a little closer, brushing his lips with yours.
"That I can't control myself, and yer so young..."
"That doesn't matter, Daryl, it never has mattered, it doesn't matter to me... Why should it matter to you?"
He closes his eyes for a second, thinking about it, your words echoing in his ears giving him a chance to hold on to. He growls lightly and kisses you again, intense, eagerly, he lays your body down on his bed and his hands undo the button of your pants slowly pulling it down your legs, undressing you completely. You sigh as you find yourself totally exposed to him, you smile shyly, but at the same time you are eager for him to continue. You feel his lips on your knee and he settles between your legs, his mouth runs over your skin from your stomach to your nipples, he licks and grazes one of them with the tip of his tongue before catching it between his lips and sucking harder drawing a moan of pleasure from you.
"Y'know what... I love when I see ya in yer yellow dress." He whispers suddenly and you look at him in surprise. "Ya always wear it without a bra, no one notices, but sometimes, when yer happy or excited, yer nipples get hard and mark on the fabric." His voice sounds like a husky purr against your ear and your skin crawls, you feel your wetness rise and you try to squeeze your legs together, but Daryl's body between them stops you. "I've always wanted to know what yer skin tasted like, what it smelled like, what it would feel like in my mouth..." He kisses you again before moving down your neck, his mouth lingering on your nipples again, licking your skin until they're completely hard.
You inhale deeply throwing your head back, you bite your lip and moan when he sinks his head between your legs licking your pussy, sucking your clit, he runs his tongue along your folds, with the tip he pushes inside you, tasting your insides, you moan and spread your legs further apart enjoying the pleasure he is giving you. Daryl focuses his mouth on your clit, licking and torturing your sensitive nub as two of his fingers work their way inside your cunt. You wiggle your hips against his fingers and bite your lip controlling your moans. Your fingers tangle in his hair each time his tongue and fingers move in your pussy putting you on edge, crawling into that wave of pleasure that explodes all over your body, you pull on his hair and tighten your legs around his head. You feel Daryl purr again against your folds tasting you again before he slowly joins in kissing your body, moving up to your mouth to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck to hold him against you, both of you kissing with desire, with need, your bodies rubbing together and you moan as you feel his cock hard again, leaving a wet trickle against your skin.
"Daryl, I need you..."
"C'me 're." He grunts and rolls with you, putting you on top of him. "Ride me, show me how ya enjoy my cock, I wanna see yer tits bouncing." Daryl indulges in his own fantasies and his mouth gets a little dirty, but you don't mind, on the contrary, your pussy contracts and you get wetter if possible.
On top of him you position yourself nicely, rubbing your pussy against his cock, moving your hips without taking your eyes off him, just groping him. You lift your hips, Daryl holds the base of his cock as you carefully sit down on it, feeling his pressure on your core, pushing his way in, your walls receive him by tightening around him and you both moan at the same time as his entire length is wedged inside you. Your body trembles, your skin goes goosebumps, your fingers caress his chest and abdomen, you can feel his fingers closing over your hips, his hands caress your skin, your ass, your lower back, they go up to your tits and he squeezes them between his fingers. You moan and move your hips slowly over him, watching his reaction, realizing his fantasy.
"Fuck... so tight... so good, girl..." He mumbles grapping your tits again.
Slowly you increase the speed on him, Daryl stays mesmerized with the movement of your tits every time you bounce on him, however he feels he is not going to hold on much longer so he holds your hips and starts to thrust under you, your bodies meet, his cock pushes deeper, you throw your head back and moan he hits that perfect spot that makes you shudder.
"I'm gonna cum..." He warns you but neither of you stop.
Daryl joins in hugging you, moving you faster, trapping his cock inside you. You both let go almost at the same time, your body trembling against his, Daryl rests his forehead on your shoulder as he empties himself inside you.
Panting, trying to catch your breath, the two of you remain in each other's arms. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as before and lazily stroke his hair, hear him humming with your caresses, kiss his shoulder and neck, his hands caress your lower back.
"Yer okay?" asks Daryl in a breathy whisper.
"Better than ever." You laugh softly and pull away a little to look at him. "I don't know if this will be just a one night stand, but... I want you to stop ignoring me, to consider me a friend... please." You ask and see him look at you with intensity before shaking his head.
"It ain't just one night... Now that I have ya... I'm ain't gonna let you go." He confesses and a shy smile forms on his mouth. You feel your eyes water, excited and you kiss him.
"I love you..." You whisper against his mouth and his hands tighten in your embrace.
"Me too, girl..."
The End.
I hope you liked it!! Finally it had more fluff than I pretended at first đ¤Ł
See you in the next stories!!
No because imagine cuddling with Daryl đĽş
I genuinely feel like it would be so peaceful. I can just imagine how warm it would be to lay on his chest and have his arm around you. And itâs early in the morning. Maybe youâve accidentally woken up to early from the sound of the birds. Maybe itâs 5 or 6 AM. And itâs a little bit cold and chilly in the air, and everything is still dark. The world seems to be at rest. Thereâs no bustling or threat. For a moment you feel permanent and grounded. And as youâre taking in the moment you feel how close you are to him. Youâd have never thought that youâd ever be this close to someone who seemed so emotionally shielded. And yet the two of you are wrapped under the blankets together, warm and comfortable. Thereâs a silence that blooms so gently. You listen to his breathing, watch the rise and fall of his chest. I think he lets out the tiniest of snores. And your heart warms. Heâs finally getting the rest he deserves. Heâs sleeping and you feel so proud that heâs with you. He looks so genuinely tucked into bed with you by his side. You love his warmth and his weight. Soon enough youâre drifting back into sleep. You shuffle impossibly closer to him and he unconsciously pulls you closer. Closer. You fit perfectly together. Time has stopped and the two of you are safe.
I feel like Daryl would be so much more affectionate when he's asleep âĄ
Because he's already way more touchy in private than he is in public, but when he's sleeping? There's absolutely no way you're getting away!
It always starts out with you using his spread out arm as a pillow, and him slowly bringing your head to his torso, either stroking your hair or giving kisses to your forehead. And usually, after a long day of surviving flesh eating monsters, the feeling of his heartbeat against you, and his calm breathing would be able to lull you to sleep within a few minutes.
And once he's sure you're asleep, he will never let you go. He makes sure you're all covered by the blanket, he slowly makes you cover him a little more, he might even hum slowly on the nights you're really, really tired. At first, he tried to stay awake for as long as he could, enjoying your presence, but now, you make him so peaceful he cannot hold on for this long. For a man as anxious as Daryl, you're the closest thing to a weighted blanket, and he is so reassured by your presence <3
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Aphrodite Hart was a girl known for her style. Before the world ended, she was always in dresses and bows since her parents taught her to always look put together. In this world, soulmates are a thing, only a few a year that are born get one. Aphrodite was one that was blessed to have one, she's been searching for them since she found out. But the search was put to a halt when the world ended.
Aphrodite Hart tries to keep the things she grew up with, but stopped that mentality when her parents were bitten and she had to kill them. With no siblings or friends by her side she had to take on the world by herself.
Aphrodite walked around, blood soaked and rusty knife in hand, and her favorite dress on caked in blood. The dress was to small seeing as she's grown, it's been a few years since the end so she's grown from 12 to 16. Her chest presses against the fabric tightly so tight she can barely breath, she looks around in the city she's wondered into and found a store free of walkers. She goes inside and sees no one, she holds her breath while walking around. What she doesn't notice is the person in the corner, a young man who looked at Aphrodite with hunger.
Hunger that could only be fed sexually, the man stood and slowly went to the oblivious girl. She looks around the small building and sees clothing, she goes over and picks up another dress. She shoves it into her large black bag and keeps walking around, not knowing of the strange man. She steps on glass, which hurt her bare feet, and she takes a step back to look at what she stepped on. The display case nearby was shattered and glass was strown everywhere, she looks at the bottom of her foot and sees a cut, she ignores it for the time being and straightens up.
As soon as she straightens up, she's taken to the ground and flipped onto her back. She lets out a scream, a scream that almost deafens the man on top of her. He looked crazy, bloodshot eyes and dark eye bags. He has some cuts on his face and his arm was bloody, he had been bit...
"Please no..."
"Please yes" he moves her hair out of her face and sees that she's missing an eye, no bandage, just an empty cavity. Almost like someone dug out her eye... The man ignores it and looks down at her body. The man tried to rip off her dress to have some fun...
After those excruciating 20 minutes, Aphrodite is left on the floor in pain. From the glass in her back, and from in between her legs, where blood stained her skin. She curls up onto herself, feeling disgusted. This isn't the first time an event like that has happened to her but she still felt gross. Her skin crawled, and itched like bugs were all over her body. The girl stares up at the ceiling as tears slowly fall down her cheek. She sniffles once then sits up and tries to cover herself. Dite looks around and sees a cardigan, she gets up quickly, regretting it, and grabs the cardigan. It's very big on her so she hopes it'll provide some comfort and warmth. She hugs herself and finally leaves the building with her knife in hand. She sees her reflection: long black hair with slight waves, a deep blue hue under her almond shaped eyes, some hair pulled back into a white blood stained bow hair clip, her hair was messy and her eyes were puffy.
"Gotta look good for my soulmate, no matter what" she fixes her hair and keeps walking, everything is bare, to bare, it's ominous how quiet everything is. She can hear as wind goes by and the ground beneath her feet. Her, already growing, anxiety spikes as her mind runs and she decides to leave the city. She runs out and goes into the woods, a sanctuary and has been for a while.
Aphrodite has been alone since the beginning, especially after finding out that she's immune to zombie bites. She met a doctor very early on and she explained that all those who have soulmates are immune. Speaking of soulmates, the girl looked down at her wrist, the outline of a sheriff star staring at her. She touches it gently slowing her walk creating a shiver down her spine, a pleasant one, she does this every few days since soulmates can contact each other using the mark they were born with. She does it so her soulmate knows she's alive, after a few minutes of waiting she gets the same shiver again and smiles. She continues her walking as she ventures deeper into the woods. She smiles a bit to herself and looks around, she starts to hum softly, so softly it's just above a whisper to try and not signal to anyone or anything where she is.
But, Aphrodite starts to feel light headed. She pauses her walk for a moment as the world begins to spin, her head gets heavy and her eyes feel weird. Her body feels cold as she leans and her eyes roll back as she slams against a tree. Her side stays against the tree as her head goes forward, the bark keeping her up as she passes out from blood loss.
