#twd hcs

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

I got youuu. This might be a little short, but I hope you still like it. I've been sick and all over the place lately lmao

Carl,daryl,and hellboy (separate) with a Autistic! Reader

LOOKING DOWN at judith’s precious face, you feel the smile form on your lips as you rock her gently. you had eagerly volunteered to feed her, anxious to finally hold rick’s new baby girl in your arms. now she slept soundlessly, both you and daryl watching her in wide eyed wonder. she was so tiny — so gentle — you felt your heart clench as you whispered: “god, she’s an angel.”

“a little badass is what she is.” daryl corrected, voice soft beside you. the two of you stood side by side, suspiciously close together but too enamored by the baby to care.

the longer you stared at judith, the more you weighed the risk of having a baby of your own. lori’s fate should’ve been enough to scare you straight, but your heart screamed otherwise. had someone asked you a year ago — still wide eyed and cheery from starting college — if you were considering having kids any time soon, you would’ve said “absolutely not, are you kidding?”. it was almost ironic that now, in a world where the dead was walking and the living fought to get by, you were considering motherhood. you almost laughed at how drastically your views had changed.

“can you image yourself being a parent?” you asked absentmindedly, watching the baby girl’s little nose scrunch up. “or at least, did you ever imagine it before the world went to shit.”

“nah,” daryl huffed, and you felt him shift beside you at the question. “never crossed my mind.”

“i never really thought about it either.” you confessed earnestly, recalling all the times you had avoided babysitting in favor of literally anything else.

“why not?”

“i was young — i am young, i know that. holdin’ her just makes me wonder.“ frowning, you let the following words sit on your tongue for a bit before speaking them out, “am i willing to bring a baby into this world?“

“thoughtchu said you were young.”

“what does it matter now,” you sighed, thumb caressing the soft skin of judith’s cheek. “i just wanted my freedom; didn’t wanna sacrifice it to raise a kid.”

“well, what do you want now?”

“i don’t know,” you admitted, and with a heavy heart you added: “a purpose?”

the silence rung between the two of you for a couple seconds but you couldn’t say you were all too surprised. they already carried the responsibility of one baby, they didn’t need you adding another to the mix — not when it was already so difficult to find enough baby supplies for judith alone. you mentally readied yourself for daryl to chew you out, to snap you back to reality before you got ahead of yourself. instead he said:

“i can give you a purpose.”

at the implication, your head shot up to look at daryl, finally acknowledging your proximity; his face is so close to yours that you can see the dirt speckled on his cheeks, the sweat on his brow, and the slight shimmer of green in his bright blue eyes. “yeah?” you mumbled, gaze flickering to his lips for the briefest of seconds.

“yeah,” daryl hummed, and you’re almost positive that he’s leaning in. that is, until he backed up completely and picked his crossbow off the table. “ask rick to give you ‘nother shift at that watch tower, you’ll have plenty of purpose there. ”

“shut up,” you exhaled a laugh, careful not to startle the baby and ignoring the way your heart pounded in your chest.

“think you’ve been spendin’ too much time ‘round little ass kicker.”

“get out of here, dixon.” you glared playfully, watching the man bite back a smile as he left the cafeteria.

+ specific songs!

— ron:

august and everything after by counting crows (songs: "perfect blue buildings" and "rain king")

insomniac by green day (songs: "brain stew" and "westbound sign")

— carl:

american beauty/american psycho by fall out boy (songs: "twin skeletons", "the kids aren't alright", and "centuries")

teen dream by beach house (songs: "better times", "take care", and "zebra")

after by lady lamb (songs: "sunday shoes" and "dear arkansas daughter")

— enid:

rose by the front bottoms (song: "be nice to me")

the stranger by billy joel (songs: "vienna" and "everybody has a dream")

— mikey:

At first he would only flirt with you for the sole purpose of pissing off Rick. He knows how protective he is of his daughter which is why he's going to enjoy this so much.

He starts off by just hanging around you a little bit, maybe offering to help you out every so often. It's something he's not used to but it's worth it if it pisses Rick off.

And at first, you find it hard to believe his whole 'nice guy' act, considering everything your father has told you about Negan in the past. But as the weeks go on, Negan only seems to get kinder, making it clear he's attracted to you. And as much as you hate yourself for it, you begin to succumb to his charms, finding yourself growing more and more attracted to him.

You start spending more time with Negan, despite your father's protests. And slowly but surely, you begin to fall for him, the hatred you harboured for yourself practically nonexistent now.

Negan started off this little charade having absolutely no feelings for you. In fact, the only excitement he got from spending time with you was the excitement of provoking Rick.

But in the past few weeks he's been with you, he's noticed new emotions invading his mind. His breath always catches in his throat when he spots you across the road, and he always finds himself waiting for the next time he can see you. He notices how his heart flutters when you smile and he rarely ever thinks about Rick anymore.

He started out flirting with you as a way to get back at Rick, but now he finds himself falling for you, his feelings growing stronger everyday.

16oz créme de banana latte w/a croissant .ᐟ

headcanons in which daryl has a big fat, stinky crush on you, and invites you over for pizza & a movie.

themes: trailer park au, pre apocalypse au, implied domestic abuse, male masturbation, pining!daryl, fluff, cuddling, baby gets hard from cuddling.

a/n: i struggle to keep the horny out of my writing. i love trailer park daryl.

☁︎ your trailer was a few down from daryl’s. with merle in jail, dad out hunting, daryl was home alone, and had been thinking about you for days.

☁︎ his crush went from casual, to frustrating, to now downright cruel. he couldn’t think straight when you were around. you were so sweet, too, always asking if he was okay, wondering about his latest bruise. you’d patched him up more than once.

☁︎ tonight, daryl was off early, home alone, the georgia air warm, but comfortable. his window was down, and he had been silently hoping to hear you out there, talking to neighbors with that bright laugh.

☁︎ yeah, sure, maybe he’d jerked off thinking of you. better than making a fool of himself trying to get with you and inevitably being rejected. he was sure the trailer was shaking with how hard he tugged his dick.

☁︎ he thought after rubbing one out, you’d be out of his head. not tonight. he was looking out the window, shame curdling in his gut.

☁︎ he lit a cigarette, and in a brief, post-nut bloom of confidence, daryl hopped out of the trailer, and walked down the dirt road. his pants hung low, white shirt stained with old beer stains. he looked a whole mess. what was he doing?

☁︎ at your trailer door, daryl swayed, pulling the cig from his lips, holding it between his fingers as he thought about what the hell he was gonna say.

☁︎ he was chickening out. he was grumbling under his breath, kicking up dust. when he finally spun around, ready to leave, the door creaked open. you stood, pajamas on, tired eyes, still wearing your friendly smile.

☁︎ “daryl?” you called, sending daryl frozen. “whatcha doin’?”

☁︎ small talk small talk, blah blah blah, daryl was a blushing, stuttering mess. he made up some lie, said he lost something, was looking for it. you asked what it was, and he just shrugged.

☁︎ you tilted your head, giving him a knowing look. “daryl. what’s goin’ on?”

☁︎ daryl chewed the inside of his cheek, taking one last puff on his cigarette before crunching it with his boot. “ionno. jus’… wanted t’see if you was around.”

☁︎ you smiled again, eyes warm. “well… i’m around,” you held out your arms. daryl tried not to gawk at you. “what do you wanna do?”

☁︎ “we, uh…” daryl rubbed the back of his neck. “can order a pizza… watch a movie, er somethin’. whatever. my trailer’s empty.”

☁︎ back at the trailer, you had brought some beers to have with the pizza. it came late, and you’d already started the movie. the shitty little box TV didn’t have the best quality, but that was okay. you’d picked ‘joyride’ from the stack of tapes in daryl’s collection. a thriller from like, 2001.

☁︎ the pizza arrived, you guys made jokes throughout the film. a couple beers in, the trailer was warmer. by the end of the movie, your head had at some point ended up on his shoulder.

☁︎ credits begin rolling, and your arm is wrapped over his waist, now nuzzling his neck. your close to sleeping. daryl is beet red, stiff as a board. does he get up? does he wake you? stay put? say something?

☁︎ he tried to adjust himself, just to get more comfortable, but your hand slipped lower, now resting over his lower stomach. poor boy, he got hard from the contact alone. he swallowed heavily, breath hitching.

☁︎ “hey,” he nudged you gently. “hey… you awake?”

☁︎ “mm..?” you hummed, eyes still shut, tightening your hug.

☁︎ “…alright,” he muttered, nodding. this was happening.

☁︎ daryl’s arm moved, now wrapped around you, fingers raked in your hair. you let a soft sigh escape your lips, leaning into his touch. daryl clenched his jaw, trying to will his dick to go down.

☁︎ “this is… nice,” you breathed, smiling gently. “liked the… movie. ‘n the pizza.”

☁︎ “yeah…” daryl cleared his throat. “nice.”

TRAILER PARK BOYS .ᐟ daryl x male reader

HEADCANONS in which daryl’s bf sets out to get on his every nerve.

THEMES queer!daryl, switch!daryl, dirty talk, hair pulling, anal, implied internalized homophobia.

A/N u get the name right? funny stuff ik. going back to this req from anon, thank you! lmk if you want more.

(I’m rewatching twd and totally into negan again😩)

Being one of Negan's wives:

When he first met you, he was immediately drawn to you and within a few weeks he was asking you to be one of his wives.

At first you were reluctant but he eventually convinced you to say yes.

He always makes it a point to remind you that he owns you.

Although he acts as though being his wife is more of a contract, he enjoys your company which is why he summons you to his room so often.

During your meetings, he'll tease you a lot, claim he can tell you're attracted to him.

You are attracted to him obviously, but you don't want him to know that so you try your hardest to hide the way your body warms up whenever you're around him.

And when he kisses you for the first time, you're on your way out of his room. It catches you off guard and you find yourself leaning against his door for support.

After that, you know you can't hide your feelings anymore and he knows it too. You'll catch him smirking at you whenever he passes by the room.

Negan claims he doesn't play favourites but you know he spends a lot more time with you than he does his other wives. And you start to enjoy your time with him.

You'll come up to his room when he asks for you, and he'll never push you to do anything you don't want to.

Sometimes you'll spend your time simply sharing a few drinks with him if you're not up for anything more. But sometimes you're willing to go a little further with him and it's safe to say he fucking loves it.

Sometimes it bothers you that he has multiple wives but you know that he clearly has a soft spot for you so brush it off most of the time.

You come to enjoy being his wife and Negan always makes sure you're living as glamorously as you can in this world.