CreepyDixon

Daryl hadn’t thought he would claim a shy girl. A fetish shy girl. When he had tried to take her during the night, she had bitten his hand. That little bitch had an attitude. Not that Daryl complained, it made it more interesting than it had been in weeks. He could see how the other claimers snarled, glaring at Daryl more often. 

Good. Let them see how he has a girl. And they are alone with their left hands. 

Daryl hoped the girl, that he had started to call Rabbit, would already accept that she was claimed. Hell, what more could a girl need? She had basically bodyguards around her, food, and. . . well, not soft spots to sleep on. But you can’t get everything in this apocalyptic world. Yet she was stubborn, like a cat. Crossed her arms and glared up at him when he told her to move or get an arrow in her leg if she didn’t. 

“I hate you,” she mumbled when she passed Daryl to follow the rest of the claimers. Joe being the leader and walking first. Daryl always made sure they walked last, he didn’t want any of the creeps staring at her ass. 

“C’mon Rabbit,” Daryl gruffed, letting his crossbow rest in his arms. “ya ‘ave been with us for three days. Ya’ll get used to it soon enough, sweetheart.”

“No, I won’t,” her head snapped to look up at Darl, he couldn’t help but let the smirk sneak up on his lips. She was way too adorable to be grumpy all the time. He wanted to hear her beg for his cock, perhaps a bit of crying to let her suck his dick, to let the other men hear her moan and get them a boner. “I’ll bite you again if you try anything.”

“Aw, how cute, leaving marks on mah body to let everyone know I’m yers?” Daryl saw how fast her cheeks turned red, all the way up to her ears. She quickly averted her eyes away from him and started to move a bit faster to catch up with the group. Daryl couldn’t help to snort. 

That worked better than threatening her, Daryl thought to himself. Perhaps he could fluster her to move instead of hurting her. 

As the night fell, they found a warehouse. Had to take down a couple of walkers before settling themselves down. Daryl made sure to tie Rabbit’s wrists together against a pole. “Stay,” he said before he made his way to the barrel they had made a fire inside it. He had caught, ironically, a rabbit that he would cook up. But he was always glancing over at Rabbit, making sure none of the other men tried to get near her, or for her to escape. But he found her instead looking gloomy. Her eyes down on the floor, her knees up to her chest. 

“Tch, tryin’ to look like a sad puppy now?” Daryl asked when he went back over to her, holding the cooked rabbit in his hand. “Tryin’ to guilt me to release ya? I claimed ya, remember?” Rabbit was quiet, keeping her eyes down. It annoyed Daryl that she refused to speak. But during these three days, he had learned one thing about her. Hating being told to eat. He placed the meat on the, somewhat, clean rug before losing up the knot around her wrists. As he had already predicted, she didn’t eat. And if he tried to press the issue, she would be angry. Or hangry as kids said.

Daryl munched on his meat, digging his teeth into the dry meat and jerking his head back. In the corner of his eye, he saw Rabbit reaching for her piece of her meat, which was smaller than his. It was on purpose he gave a smaller piece to her. Making sure she didn’t starve but never filling her enough, a lesser chance for her to have the energy to make something stupid.

Daryl brushed his hands on his pants while he chewed the last of his meat. Looking at Rabbit while she glanced away from him while she ate. He was quiet, watching how she took small bites. Her jaw worked while she chewed with her mouth closed.

“Stop staring,” Rabbit mumbled and finally looked over at Daryl. Glaring at him with her big eyes.

“No.” He noticed how she stopped eating, clearly hating having an audience while eating. But he wanted to stare at her. There was no excuse for it. “Ya wanna suck on mah dick instead?”

“No!” she hissed, but once again, Daryl caught her blushing face in the light that came from the fire. 

He reached out, stopping his hand as he saw her flinch, letting his hand pause in the air between them. Letting her know he wasn’t going to hit her. Nah, it would be a shame to mess up her beautiful face. Instead, he placed his palm against her cheek, feeling how warm she was. His thumb pressed into her skin underneath her chin.

“Stop it,” she jerked her head and looked away from him. He noticed how she hugged her knees, not fully pressing against her chest. Daryl let his hand fall back to his knee.

“Ya know, I think ya like me,” Daryl said low. Her nails digging into her arms, he had hit a nerve. “Why else would ya blush like a tomato?”

“I’m not fucking blushing!” her voice sharp when she hissed, but kept her face turned away from him. 

“Keep tellin’ yaself tha’, Rabbit,” Daryl hummed, his fingers twitching around his knife. “ya know, ya never told me why ya were out there alone. Tell me about that.”

It was silent for a long moment. Daryl made a small sigh, but his hand crept up on her arm, squeezing the bicep, feeling how she was tense. Yet, she wasn’t pushing him away. So he tested. His thumb rubbed back and forth on the rough material of her light jacket. 

“I lost my friend,” she whispered. “she got bitten. Two weeks ago, I think.”

Daryl kept rubbing her arm with his thumb. “Wha’ about ya family?”

“I dunno where they are,” she mumbled and hugged her knees a bit tighter. “or like, I lived with mom so…”

“No daddy?” Daryl raised his eyebrow a bit. Seeing her shake her head. He didn’t press the issue to ask about it. He wasn’t interested in it. But he had moved closer to her, his arm wrapping around her shoulders instead, squeezed her to his side. Where she belonged and what he yearned after. The feral cat in her seemed numb now when she thought about her loss. 

“Maybe ya wanna suck on Daddy’s dick instead?”

Her eyes widened as she quickly turned her head to look at him. Daryl could see how her face… wasn’t really blushing, it seemed more pale. “Ya wanna?”

Rabbit’s eyes blinked rapidly and glanced away again, there were no biting words back. There was no hissing or clawing. This was like a hidden secret he had discovered. It made Daryl’s heart pound harder in his chest. Blood rushed down to his groin. He could play this. 

Little Rabbit likes being a little girl for her daddy, Daryl thought to himself.

He leaned closer to her ear, whispering softly. “Should Daddy take ya to a corner?” he saw how she bit her bottom lip, glancing down on her knees. Brushed her finger on a spot of dirt on her jeans. But Daryl was focused on how his cock strained against his own jeans, how he had yearned for a woman’s warmth.

His hand squeezed her shoulder, urging her to stand up along with him. She seemed nervous, but she stood up, but kept her eyes down from him. That wasn’t a problem, she was walking with him. If Daryl could, he would go to a casino with his luck. 

“There, a bit more private for us, for Daddy and his pretty girl,” Daryl murmured when he had taken her to the corner of the warehouse. It was dark, but his eyes adjusted. He knew the other claimers would be able to see their silhouettes, which flamed up his arousal. Like a big, fuck you, to all of them. 

Daryl guided Rabbit to be down on her knees, and he did notice she was trembling a bit. And that she finally looked up at him. In the darkness, he could see her face. The look of worry perhaps. Or nervous. 

“I. . . I haven’t done…” Rabbit whispered, even if she didn’t finish her sentence, Daryl knew already what she was about to say. His hand went straight to the zipper. Not bothering to tease, he couldn’t wait and he wasn’t wasting his chance on making it easier for her.

“It’s alrigh’,” Daryl pulled out his cock, feeling how warm his cock was in his palm. Harder than it had been in a while. He stroked himself while the other hand placed on top of her head. “no biting, and yer good.” He pushed the tip of his cock towards her lips. Feeling the dryness of them, but soaking up the wetness that leaked from his slit. Daryl puffed out his chest as Rabbit parted her lips and let him push forward. He exhaled deeply and fluttered his eyes closed for a moment, soaking in the warm and wetness of her mouth. “There, good girl,” he murmured as he started to thrust slowly. 

Her tongue brushed the underside of his cock, which sent tingles all over his cock. He couldn’t control the sudden jerk of his hips, but instead of apologising, he sighed in blessing when her muffled gag vibrated through his cock.

“Daddy is proud of ya,” he started to pick up the speed. After such a long time away from a warm body, he was going to spill over very quickly. “Daddy is gonna make this quick and fast, ya won’t feel any pain.”

His pubic hair buried her nose as he thrusted hard and quickly, chasing his orgasm. He held her head steady. His finger curling around her head, he kept his eyes fluttering as he felt how it got closer. “Here it comes, babygirl.”

He hilted as far as he could, her hands flying up to push his back while her muffled gag vibrated through him. “Hol’ still,” Daryl groaned and jerked his hips quickly while dumping his cum into her mouth, pushing it towards her throat. He opened his eyes to look down on her, seeing how her cheeks puffed up and having a bit of tears running down the sides of her cheeks. 

“Good girl… Daddy is so proud of ya,” Daryl murmured. He let his cock soften in her mouth, keeping her there for a moment longer than necessary. When she made a whiny sound and felt how her jaw started to clench and wanted to close up again, he finally pulled out. He rubbed his thumb against her jaw, to relax the muscles. But she turned her head down, and Daryl saw how she spitted out his cum down on the floor, along with some coughs. “Tch, that’s not very nice of ya. Not after Daddy gave ya such a nice gift.”

Daryl had noticed the particular girl who kept following him around. Well, not actually following him around. But she was always close by, ready to assist him, asking him a lot of questions, and trying to dig into his past. Perhaps this young naive girl tried to trick him. She was barely out of her teenage years, and Daryl remembers from his own teenage years how girls were; nightmare.

This girl had just joined the group, she seemed shy and quiet. But Daryl has to give it to her, she tried her best to work around. Even if they all decided to put her on simple tasks, like cooking and fix the clothes. They had considered to put her on medical but after seeing how terrible she sew the clothes, they decided to not take the risk.

But after some weeks, after Daryl had said something along the lines with "it's fine" to a piece of shirt the girl had tried to sew the holes for him, she started to be more closer to him. It hadn't bothered him first, it had just been pointless stuff she had done.

"I saved you some of the stew."

"Got sum' lunch already."

"Hey, Daryl. I thought perhaps I could help out with patrolling, like if you need some company."

"Nah. Ya can't even shoot. And I don't need any distraction."

Some stuff even pissed off Daryl, how the girl tried to give some ideas how to make the camp better. He and some others had dismissed her idea, and Daryl could see how the cheeks, even her ears, got red. Yet, she didn't seem to get the hint that he didn't want her near him. If anything, she started to give him a headache. Especially when she tries to dig up about his life before and what he was thinking about.

"Did you enjoy school?" her voice always low and careful. Soft and never loud. Daryl isn't even sure if she even have the guts to get her voice louder.

"Nope."

"Oh. But. . . you enjoyed hunting? Since you hunt now, I mean."

"To get food. It ain't a fuckin' hobby."

Daryl could see how her eyes lowered when he cut the conversation. Always looking like she had got slapped or screamed by how she rolled her shoulders up to her ears and avoided to make any further attempt by asking questions. Was she actully hurt? Daryl didn't really care either way, but found it strange nonethless.

One of his patrolling around the camp, a crispy night that sent out smokes from his mouth, he had heard some footsteps behind him. His instinct grabbed him as he tightened the grip on his crossbow and turned around, the crossbow with the level of his eye. Instead of the reveal of seeing it was only the girl, with wide yes, he felt a frustration.

"What 'r ya doin'? Can't just sneak up on people like tha'."

"I. . . I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," she whispered, like she was scared to talk loud in the open night. Like she should be. "I just wanted. . . can I please talk to you?"

"Can't it wait til morning'." Daryl huffed out low and turned around, the crossbow haning low in his arms as he started to walk.

Yet, even if he had dismissed her, he could hear her fucking walk behind him. And soon she was walking next to him. "Daryl... I just wanna ask something. I walk back after it, please."

Daryl sighed a bit frustrated. Great. Another personal question from the annoying girl.

"Do you hate me?"

Daryl slowed his steps til he stopped. Turning his body towards the young, naive girl. He had his eyes narrowed when he took in her expression. She looked sad, now up close he could see her eyes were puffy. "Why ya care if I hate ya or not?"

"Because... I don't want you to hate me. Please, Daryl, please don't hate me."

Her voice broke, and he could see how her eyes shone. Pleading for him not to hate her.

"Ya don't want me to hate ya?"

"I... I just want to be helpful. To make it part of the group, to be good as everyone else. But-" she had to take a big breath, a shaky one, before she continued. "you don't see me as one of the group, do you?"

Well, that took Daryl by a bit of surprise. She was smart. He hasn't seen her as a part of the group. She could cook, sure. More than that, she couldn't do anything. Daryl was quiet for some moment. Taking in the way her eyes shone, the puffy eyes, her voice cracking.

He leaned in a bit closer to her, he kept his eyes narrowed. Could see how she pressed her lips together to hold her breath. "Ya fancy me?"

She was silent. Didn't move. But it all spoke the answer he had just asked. A naive girl, like her, fancied him. Daryl didn't even bother to think of the math how much younger she was compared to him. But he couldn't help to feel a tinge of arousal. And it peaked his curiosity. Was she a virgin? Has she ever done anything sexual? And most of all, would she let him do anything to her? Daryl could feel how his cock strained against his boxer, how it hardened, how it longed for relief. He has no interest in her, but if she was up for anything for him. Well, he wouldn't mind some quick fucks with a naive girl.

"Ya don't want me to hate ya," Daryl spoke slowly when she didn't utter a word. "well, I can think of somethin' that can change my mind."

"Okay. . . what do I have to do?"

Daryl looked over his shoulder. A habit to look around his surroudings in the night time. Making sure no threath of bandits or walkers where near him. He turned back his eyes to the girl, seeing how they were hopeful, hopeful of being accepted. To be part of the group. Be part of his life.

I have read a lot about NR, both positive things and negative things. All from how kind he is and to him being creepy/drunk/weird. Read so many stuff about him that it’s literally doesn’t surprise me anymore if someone new write something negative about him. If the things are true though, I dunno. Some are from articles, and some are from people behind a screen writing down something to get attention (so that’s to decide if you wanna believe or not those stories).

Do I like NR? Yeah, I like him, he is attractive in my eyes. He has funny stories sometimes and so on. But sometimes it’s better to “never meet your idols”. I will never know what kind of person he is, and it’s better that way.

Though, he has addressed in early interviews (and as well newer ones) he wasn’t home a lot with his son. HC (NR ex wife) has mostly taken care of their son MR. So NR wasn’t very present in MR childhood, even if he express his love for his son.

NR has also told stories about crazy fans, one time a lady half naked came and knocked on his door, MR was home when NR opened the door and had seen a lady who is drunk and half naked and wanna sleep with NR. NR tells this woman to fuck off, to which MR also repeats it: “fuck off”. NR has as well shared a story about during a Halloween trick and treat, when they went around in NYC to the pubs and so on to get candy, NR got a free shot on each place. It wouldn’t surprise me that MR has seen NR drunk in early age and perhaps acts a certain way with women in such state.

NR has also told story how MR got attention from his classmates when they found out who his dad was. Has also told stories MR couldn’t have Facebook bc people made fake accounts claiming to be MR and reported MR account so it always got taken down.

MR has got a lot of attention due to his parents. Though NR wasn’t always there when MR grew up. And MR has a degree in filmmaking, he is also a model, and has made his own music. Perhaps to find a way to get separated from NR and not falling into a shadow of his dad and always get “omg you’re NR son!”.

MR has probably also seen A LOT of women who acts strangely around NR since early age. Only that is concerning in my opinion, from a half naked lady knocks on your home door, I don’t want to know what happened if one of those crazy ladies saw MR on the street and knew who he was.

HC was together with another man, and perhaps MR could find some comfort of a man being there while growing up. But HC and the man broke up so lol.

What I’m trying to say: without a stable home, a dad who is always away, weird women coming up to them, get classmates attention bc he is son of NR, I think there are deeper issues to his mental health. Doesn’t excuse that he has violated a woman. But perhaps seeing NR saying to half naked ladies, then can be flirty, perhaps MR didn’t see anything wrong how one treats a woman.

I have seen a screenshot from MR tiktok there he said his ex-gf (the 33-year old woman he has assaulted) was only together with him so she could get a hand to NR’s money.

I can think it is wrong a woman has manipulated MR, perhaps he hoped someone saw him more than just NR’s son. This doesn’t excuse his actions.

There is also some rumours that this ex-gf had swallowed a lot of pills and had threatened to kill herself if MR tried to break up with her. A reason why MR called the police himself. But it doesn’t explain the injuries the police found on the woman.

I believe that MR has some sort of mental health issues. Doesn’t need to be but man, I think it would affect one to grow up with so much attention just because of who your parents are. And in many interviews, NR barely speaks about MR. Apparently neither to his co-workers (from what I saw on tiktok from an old co-worker who worked with NR).

I have seen speculation about that NR and MR has kinda drifted apart. Doesn’t need to be so, perhaps MR has asked NR to not talk about him.

As bad this violence has been that MR has apparently done, I think it would be good for him to go to a therapist.