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BUT,,,

thinking about old man daryl with a younger reader who is extremely eager and being an absolute brat about it !!

he isn’t exactly as young as he used to be, and his stamina clearly reflects that. so his new method? trying to tucker you out early on so he can finally take his time with you. fingering you, making you ride his thigh, anything to drain some of this energy from you— and boy, was he getting a mouthful for it.

“daryl pleaseeee”

“c’mon gimme your cock already… need it so bad”

“been waiting forever dare…”

“hmph. such an old man… didn’t realize you couldn’t handle me anymore…”

oh. that was enough for him alright. you think he can’t handle you? he’s starting to think getting a head start on wearing you out wasn’t such a bad idea.

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after getting his cock driven into you at a brutal pace for what felt like forever, you finally begin to plead with him.

“p-please, dare… ‘m sorry… so sorry- mphhh, fuck, i can’t take anymore!”

When I crave a cigarette I can just look at pictures of Norm smoking and it makes me feel 10x worse <3

𝓭𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 doesn’t like to talk during sex. it makes him feel awkward. he’s all grunts and moans as he likes to put all his focus in touching you. in feeling your skin beneath his hands. the way you’re so soft compared to his calloused and worn palms. the way you curve and arch against him as he envelopes you in his arms. he buries his head in the crook of your neck and breathes in your scent. he loves being close with you. loves finally having someone he can be close with. and he’s wrecked the second he presses inside you. his breaths shaky and low, growing deeper and deeper as he too gets deeper and deeper.

. SALVIFIC /salˈvifik/ adj. leading to salvation ex. “the man who dragged you from the dark was not holy, but he was salvific all the same.”

ᯓ 𝜗𝜚 MANKIND'S DIVINE PUNISHMENT ⤷ you were raised on scripture, silence, and a father who mistook control for faith. rick grimes wasn’t looking for a miracle when he opened the locked door beneath the church—but he found you anyway and now the man who speaks for god has finally met someone he cannot command

ᯓ 𝜗𝜚 FORGIVE ME FATHER ⤷ three days since rick grimes found locked in a closet in the basement of your church. three days and you still haven't seen him again. three days and you still haven't received punishment from your father

non-apocalyptic world where everything's alright and there's no nasty walkers around. where daryl lives in a little creaky cabin with his younger, sweetheart girlfriend in the middle of nowhere ngghhh.

you wake up before him almost every morning, and quietly pull one of his button-downs over your tiny pink sleep shorts before padding barefoot across the creaky floorboards to make coffee. and then he'll slowly wake up after you and go smoke a cigarette beside you through the cracked kitchen window. and its always cold in that damp woodsy way, so he'll grab a blanket or a big jacket and wrap it around you as the morning fog rolls in.

the age difference is obvious in the strangest little ways. you're always leaving old magazines and sweet lip balms all over the cabin while he leaves hunting knives on counters and muddy boots by the door. and there's always animals wandering by, like possums and deer!

and you're constantly horny, always feining over daryl in some way. you're in a tiny lace camisole while he's gutting fish, and you're just watching, rubbing your thighs at his focused expression. or maybe when he's shaving in the bathroom and you're sitting on the tiny countertop swinging your legs back and forth, tugging him closer once he's finished.