SIZE QUEEN .ᐟ daryl dixon x fem reader

HEADCANONS in which reader is a size queen and luvs her bf’s big dick! daryl is so embarrassed, but the perks are great.

THEMES dramatic size difference, size kink, tummy bulge, overstimulation, slight cock worship, degradation, throat fucking, aftercare.

A/N self indulgent? maybe. i love big boys :3

Idk if this counts as head canons or what. Not proofread and prolly shit cause it’s just what I’ve been writing cause I can’t sleep. Proper fics are in the works but for now here’s some yap

No use of y/n 😜

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- Pre-outbreak-reader was very shy and kept to themselves (twin). When the outbreak started you joined the group in the quarry

- You definitely kept to yourself a lot. Constantly, felt like you had to be contributing as you were not as skilled as the others and felt like a burden on the group

- Always volunteered for watches and would disappear for whole days foraging, coming back exhausted

- Daryl was the one who helped you get away from walkers on the highway and join the quarry

- Daryl never spoke to you initially as he was never away from Merle and it was clear you weren’t a fan of his brother. But he would watch you from afar.

- Daryl noticed you disappearing into the woods and skipping meals to feed the others. He would leave a roasted squirrel inside your tent for you when you’d return

- In return, you would leave berries and mushrooms near his and Merle’s camp

- It wasn’t until the farm when you became more comfortable within the group

- Yet, you often couldn’t sleep despite the increased safety of the farm. But this added safety meant you could go for walks to clear your head.

- Daryl would often still be up doing something and see your figure in the dark

- He kept to himself which suited you

- One night he heard you sniffling and had to fight the sudden urge to go comfort you which confused him

- He realised that he actually didn’t know a whole lot about you (nobody did) ok mysterious

- He made an effort to try and speak next time he saw you wondering the night

- “You alrigh’ ?”he called after you as you stumbled about

- “Yeh!” You squeaked before hurrying back to your tent

- Not the best start but you got there in the end

- Skip forward to prison era and your close friends

- You find his directness and brooding demeanour a perfect match for your shy and slightly nervous self

- He watches you walk past his cell at night like back at the farm

- Some nights he’ll call out but others he likes to watch you in the moonlight

- In winter the prison becomes freezing

- He sees you shivering and crying one night and practically drags you into his cell to warm up

- “Your stubborn woman, I’ll giv’ yer that”

- He calms you down patiently (any excuse to stare into your eyes) and in your exhaustion you fall asleep beside him

- It’s basically the best nights sleep you’ve had since the world ended but you freak out that you’ve crossed some boundary and he hates you because you wake up alone

- Little did you know he spent the early hours of the morning watching you peacefully sleep (like he couldn’t tear his eyes away)

- He only left you as to not spook you when you woke

- Anyways

Can’t stop thinking about you meeting Daryl for the first time and just being absolutely overtaken by him. Slowly getting him to open up to you despite your daddy’s disapproval.

Suggestive ✿

TW: uhhh Daryl getting shot? Mentions of masturbation

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🦷Daryl who catches your eye the second he walks onto the farm. He has you stunned your face turning pink and you can’t help but try to hide partially behind Maggie. You’re overly nervous around him, shy, and honestly a little scared of him. Daryl notices but doesn’t care. Hershel notices and does care.

🦷Hershel who tells you you’re not allowed to be around Rick and company. Well at least not too much. But you’re especially not allowed to be around that redneck. You argue, you snap, you stomp upstairs and throw yourself down on your bed in a huff trying not to let your mind wander to the dirty archer with muscular arms.

🦷You’re desperately needy. Your brain’s fixation on Daryl winning over allowing you to tentatively run your fingers down your body, goosebumps rising to the surface as you wonder what Daryl’s hands would feel like. In the darkness of your room you try to detach yourself from your body. Squeezing your eyes closed pretending your small soft hand is larger, scarred, dirty as fingers play with your panty line.

🦷A whimper is pulled from you as you dip your fingers down into the wetness that pools in your panties. Would he play with you? Drawing things out, his fingers rubbing and pressing down on your clit until you were trembling uncontrollably? Or would he just get straight to stretching you out? A needy little sound is ripped from you when two of your fingers push against the tightened muscles of your cunt. Past the point of comfortability as you try to imagine one of Daryl’s fingers inside of you. Your cunt fluttering as you curl and stretch yourself.

🦷You sit up in a huff. It doesn’t feel right. Your fingers are too short, too thin, they don’t have the rough skin or textured calluses that you’re sure Daryl’s has. You go to bed disappointed, cheeks flushed with realization of what you were doing the feeling of humiliation makes you want to curl up and die.

🦷You don’t know anything about Daryl and your daddy keeps it that way. It’s not fair that Maggie gets to sneak around with Glenn. You caught them tip toeing out of the house together one evening. Hand in hand smiling at each other. A lump forms in your throat when you realize that if you actually wanted something more than a fleeting fantasy and your own fingers you were going to have to disobey and disappoint your daddy.

🦷You don’t see Daryl often and on one of the days you’re outside tending to the horses you ask Rick where he’s at. Your heart softening as Rick tells you he’s looking for a little girl named Sophia.

🦷Daryl who comes back to the farm one day covered in dirt and mud. You’re out in the garden and notice his slight limp and the catch the way his shirt is ripped dried blood around the edges. You quietly go into the house gathering a few things before slipping out of the house heading to Daryl’s secluded tent.

🦷Daryl just glares at you when you approach. “Whatcha want?” He snaps and you’re so nervous you don’t say anything back. Just staring at him before holding up the first aid kit you threw together. The silence is suffocating but you press forward. “I… you’re hurt. Please let me help?” It comes out as question rather than a command but while your voice is failing you your body is not. Before you realize it you’re crouched down in front of Daryl. Less than a foot of space between you.

🦷Daryl who begrudgingly lets you take care of his scrapes and cuts muttering under his breath how a little dirt in a wound never killed him before. You can barely concentrate your hands shaking with excitement. You feel foolish at how giddy you are but you can’t help yourself.

🦷Daryl who silently stares at you the whole time while you’re patching him up. The attention making you nervously babble, you can feel heat rising in your face and you can tell your cheeks are flushed. “I think it’s real sweet what you’re doing.” You say shyly refusing to look up at him. “It’s nice to know there’s still good people left in the world.”

🦷That’s the last meaningful thing you say to him as you finish patching him up. You stand quickly brushing off the dust from your jeans before giving him a clumsy good bye and you’re tripping over yourself to get back to the farm.

🦷Your daddy is waiting for you on the porch. Hershel’s face set in a stern disapproving frown as you trudge up to him. Hershel scolds you on the porch. Your face flushed ears burning begging to go inside and finish this talk. You know when the wind is just right Hershel’s voice can be carried across the fields. You go to bed angry and upset praying to god that Daryl didn’t hear your daddy’s disapproval.

🦷The next morning there’s a string of dead rabbits on the porch. Whether it’s a thank you or an apology you aren’t sure but you know who it’s from. Something in you shifted that morning. You were going to get to know Daryl Dixon come hell or high water.

🦷You partially beg and partially blackmail Maggie into helping you get out from under the watchful eye of Hershel. In the late afternoon she covers for you so you can go see Daryl. In return you don’t tell daddy about her sneaking around with Glenn.

🦷A routine is established between you two. He leaves in the morning. You wait till he comes back with scrapes, bumps and bruises. He waits for you to come to him with medical supplies. He snaps at you. You ignore him and insist you help. And he just lets you.

🦷You slowly start breaking down Daryl Dixon’s walls. Little by little you chip away. Sometimes he sits in silence while you blabber on. Sometimes he’ll grunt or mutter a word or two under his breath. But recently you’ve caught him smirking at you, a soft chuckle at a stupid story you tell him, a squeeze of your hand in appreciation before you go. It’s rare it’s fleeting but it happens.

🦷It’s mid afternoon when you hear the shot. Your head snapping around eyes wide when you hear it. Guns make you nervous. Your daddy has one he keeps under his bed. He’s threatened to use it a few times but he’s never shot it that you can remember. You’re about to turn back to your book enjoying the breeze keeping the Georgia heat at bay when you suddenly hear the yelling and screaming.

🦷You hear Shane bellowing no, you hear Rick yelling for your daddy and suddenly Glenn, Rick, and Shane are jogging towards you carrying someone between the three of them.

🦷 “Daddy, you best get out here now!” Your voice rings through the house as you call out to him holding the front door open with one hand your book in the other.

🦷When you turn back around the men are close enough that you can finally see who they’re carrying. You feel your heart stop, your body lock up, you barely register the sound of your book hitting the wood of the porch. You can’t breathe.

🦷Hershel rushes out. “What the hell happened?” He barks brow furrowing as he looks between the group of men waiting for an explanation. “Daryl got shot among other things.” Rick offers as he hauls Daryl’s broken, bloody, and dirty unconscious body up the steps and past you. You feel yourself start to weaken. Bile rising in your throat as you can’t stop staring at him.

🦷You didn’t know it at the time but Andrea shooting Daryl was about to open up a can of worms that not even Hershel could control.

Authors Note:

I’m going to be making a part 1.5 which is gonna be this but Daryl’s pov. As well as a pt2 which is just essentially going to be smut (sorry not sorry).

*Y/n staring at Daryl for a long moment*

Y/n: this shirt shows your nipple.

Daryl: what?

Y/n: what?

(sfw and nsfw)

sfw

౨ৎ They love spoiling you. Any way they can really. They love bringing you fun goodies back from supply runs. Clothes that they want to see you in. That you always make sure to wear the next day to show off your appreciation. Books and snacks they know you’ll enjoy. They always love seeing the way your eyes light up when they get back with a gift and how you always give them each a big thank you hug and a kiss before running off to your hammock to read the new book in a day and a half.

౨ৎ Even though the boys always look for pretty clothes and bring you back bags and bags full, you still are always wearing their stuff. Daryl’s hoodie was a clear favourite. And Ricks sweatpants were just so cozy, you couldn’t even help yourself. To bed, you loved to wear one of Ricks button ups, falling off your shoulder and long enough that it hid your cheeky panties. Layering up with one of Daryl’s flannels while you’re out on watch or a run. As long as it smelled like one of them, you were wearing it.

how Daryl is with your love and affection

just pure fluff for this headcanon!! I’m working on one request for an imagine still!! Feel free to request whatever !! I have a masterlist of who I write for so feel free to request for anything !!

• daryl would honestly be a little nervous especially for the first time holding your hand. He’s never really done it more less than with his own parents.

• “w-what are ya doin?” Would be something he’d say to that

• you’d just smile at him and continue to hold his hand and he would get warmed up to it and he’d always start holding your hand especially out on runs together

• cuddling… now Daryl wasn’t to big on this at first, like everything else with love and affection. He would be shy at first, especially would get nervous if you both didn’t have clothes on. He’s get used to it and would always cuddle you to bed since you always feel safer while he’s holding you to sleep.

• kissing. daryl definitely was alright with this one when you both got together, he knew this was a thing that couples did all the time. He just never really got to experience it until he met you. He loves when you give him kisses. When he’s busy working on his motorcycle or him cooking up dinner he loves it.

Ive decided to make this one into headcanons, hope u like it!

- lets be honest, daryl would finally realize he loves someone when he almost lost somebody

- you got hurt on a run with someone

- or you were almost bit by a walker

- and he would lose his shit when he found out

- he would run straight up to see you in the hospital wing

- and when he saw you bruised

- his heart would be aching that he wasn't there to save you

- but also he would realize

- he can't lose you

- he cares about you deeply and he wouldn't know what to do without you in his world

- finally this man realized he has feelings for you

- that he loves you

- and boy, he would panic

- the word love didn't cross his mind often let's be honest

- he wouldn't know what to do about this situation

- should he say something?

- should he just keep his mouth shut?

- he was totally lost

- first he went for an advise to Carol

- he spilled all the tea to her and she listened to him carefully, with a smirk on her face

- when he finished, she was like "I already knew that but okay"

- he asked for her advice

- "just tell her how to feel pookie"

- Carol would Def say that lmao

- she told him to get you flowers or something special, that you really like

- that he should take you somewhere private and tell you how he really felt about you

- so he planned all the stuff out

- he invited you to his place after you recovered

- he invited you to have a dinner with him and you were shook that he actually did that

- c'mon it's Daryl, he doesn't do this shit

- but man, you were so happy

- he greeted you with a big bouquet of sunflowers, blushing as hell as you kissed him o the cheek, thanking him for that

- you two had dinner, chatting from time to time

- you couldn't help but notice how nervous he was

- more nervous than usual

- "what's going on daryl?"

- he stiffens

- he actually considers running away, from his own place just so he doesn't have to confess to you

- many questions flashed in his mind

- what if you didn't feel the same and he ruins your friendship?

- what if you don't want to be with someone like him?

- what if you laugh at him?

- "daryl, seriously. has something happened?"

- "...yes actually."

- he had his speech all planned out

- but now he remembered none of it and just said

- "I think...I love ya."

- now he really wanted to die, face-palming himself in his mind

- he corrected himself quickly, apologizing for what he said

- you just placed your finger on his lips with a blushy smile and he finally stopped talking