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daryl tightened his grip on his cock at the thought of you, little whines threatening to escape his trembling lips. he had been going at this for nearly a half hour, cruelly edging himself on the lower bunk of your shared prison cell. he couldn’t help himself. not when you teasingly flirted with him so frequently. at this point, he wasn’t even sure you were aware of it. perhaps you were just friendly and flirtatious with everybody. but whenever you complimented the way his hair framed his worn face or whenever you looked at him with such soft eyes, he often found his pants tightening.

it happened again today. you called him a pretty boy, unknowingly stirring these fervid feelings again. It was torture for him, having always to sneak away to touch himself in ways he could only dream you would. he’d softly rub at his throbbing tip, teasing himself beyond a torturous ache. and then, only when his tip drooled with precum, would he finally give in and pump his cock the way his body begged him to.

he imagined your warm breasts bouncing as he made sickeningly sweet love to you. he dribbled more precum onto his happy trail as he thought about your wet juices coating his cock. he instinctively bucked his hips up into his calloused fist, imagining getting to watch as your tight walls swallowed and clenched around him. he melted at the imagined whimpers you would make from him circling your clit in tight circles. he imagined the soft, breathy warning of your approaching orgasm. one more throb as he imagined the way you would throw your head back in pleasure, riding out your orgasm, uncontrollably clenching around him.

that.

that threw him over the edge, clouding his vision in a thick haze. his whole body convulsed as thick white ropes jumped from his twitching girth. desperate dirty nails clawed at thin, cotton bedsheets, searching for anything to brace himself with. shallow breaths came left his dry, cracked lips erratically, calming the euphoria. a warmer flood of blood rushed to his cheeks. and now came the embarrassment.

he knew he couldn’t have you, yet he still imagined you in all of the lewd, perverted ways he had. and if you ever knew, you wouldn’t speak to him again. throwing an exhausted and sore arm over his head, he tried to ignore the rising guilt that would scold him for the rest of the humid night.

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥

・Automatically thinks there’s a walker or some type of danger when you call out

・But your eyes are closed and you’re still asleep. Yet this nightmare has a harsh grip on you, almost like torture. You watch over and over as your loved ones are ripped to shreds

・It’s when you start crying that Daryl thinks it best he wake you

・Slowly he peels you off of his chest, gently shaking you out of your trembling slumber

    “Y/n, y/n, come on sweetheart-” 

・His voice is low and gravelling, but especially so since he had been asleep only minutes ago

・You awake, and stare at Daryl with tears in your eyes

・He kisses your cheek, and moves so that his body is firmly around yours.

・He has become so intune with you that he knows when you feel uncomfortable, it’s become another sense for him. Because without you, he wouldn’t be able to carry on. Truly, he wouldn’t. And if he did not die, then he would be a shell of himself. 

・And so whenever you’re in pain, in discomfort or unsafe, there’s a feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

    “Sweetheart, I got you. C’mere,” and his arms wrap around you. Holding you tight. Promising not to let anyone or anything hurt you. Not even in your sleep. 

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞

・Holds you as soon as she realises that your dream had turned sour

     “Hey, hey, shhh. I’m here.”

・Her hand wipes away the sweat that covers your forehead, gently letting you know you’re safe

・It’s happened so many times that even the smallest sentence from Maggie calms you. 

・With her, you know nothing bad will happen to you

・Like a protective circle, whenever she’s near, the nightmares don’t get too bad. But tonight, for some reason, they did. 

    “Baby, hey y/n, baby wake up,” she gently cooes you to consciousness

“Wha-what?” You say breathlessly, your eyes darting around the dark room. Not comprehending where you are. 

    “You’re safe,” she repeats, moving the hair from your face. 

“Oh-Maggie,” and instantly you sag with relief. 

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧

・He lays awake, watching you intently as you sleep. 

・Negan loves watching you like this, cosy and unbothered in his arms. 

・His thumb sweeps over your eyelashes and it’s almost like you live in a normal world. 

・But then the nightmares start again and you’re ripped from comfort

・Negan’s instinctual react is to hold you close against his body, pressing kisses on your forehead as you’re woken by the memories of your past

    “It was only a dream baby,” he mumbles in your ear. 

“No, no it happened. It really happened-” you start to sob, and Negan’s heart breaks at the sight of you like this 

・He wants to make it all go away. To make it stop. He just wants you to have a better life. 

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚

・Her knife is in her hands within seconds; an ingrained reaction even before the outbreak

   “What? What is it?” She hisses, not knowing that you’re asleep. Sleep talking.

・It isn’t until she peers over at you, that she lowers her knife and sighs 

・This has happened every day for three weeks, and she thought she would be used to it by now 

    “Hey y/n, babe,” she gently shakes you awake. Doing her best not to scare you awake. 

・You do though - awaken. And embarrassment floods you. A red blush creeps onto your cheeks, because god, you don’t want to appear weak. 

・But Rosita understands. She knows what it’s like, to not be able to find solace in the land of the unconscious. 

・Seeing your face, she plants kisses all over it, making sure to give you a long kiss on the forehead. 

    “I love you,” she whispers as your foreheads touch. 

“And I love you,” you reply, eyes already starting to droop. 

𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤

・He only sleeps after you, and in this case, you went to sleep early. Lucky for Rick, it meant he was able to fall asleep quickly. 

・But his worst nightmare came true - he heard you scream. 

・Even in his unconscious state, he was able to wake himself up and locate the source of the danger. 

・But there was nothing. No one. No walkers. No whisperers. Nothing. 

・And then he turned to you, and saw that you were shaking, goosebumps errupting on your skin. When he reached out, you were burning up. 

・His gut dropped, sick. This was the last thing that he wanted. He couldn’t have you sick, he couldn’t bear it. 

・So he left you sleep, not knowing that it wasn’t sickness but a nightmare of how the apocolypse started for you

・Even as he got the doctor to your bedroom door, you awoke in a panic. 

・Heavily disorientated, you sat up as the doctor did his usual checks and ... everything was fine. Just an elevated heart rate. 

・Rick, relieved rather than embarassed, apologised to the doctor and was met with fury. 

    “It was a nightmare Rick! Only a fucking nightmare!” 

𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧

・He is perfect in these situations. Glenn has always been the glue that keeps everyone together - who makes sure everyone is okay. And to be his significant other is like being with a goddamn therapist (in the best and the worst ways)

・But in this particular situation, he knows exactly what to do. Because he knows how he likes to be treated 

   “Honey, y/n, baby, it’s a nightmare. That’s all, that’s all-” He moves so he’s behind you, a cold wash cloth in his hands, covering your forehead 

・Even in the sleep, you know who it is. Whose able to anchor you. 

Glenn, get back to Glenn, it’s what you say in your dream, wanting to get back to the man you love so dearly. So fiercely. 

・It’s a struggle, but your eyes open and you break free. Like coming out of a curse, you feel the safeness of Glenn instantly 

     “I thought I lost you,” you sobbed into his chest. He was the only person you would allow to see you cry

・Rubbing your back, he says all he can to calm you down. 

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞

・Has a hard time falling asleep and staying asleep. 

・So she feels when you start to move beside her, noises coming from your mouth, soon turning into words

     “Please, no!”

・The noises break her heart and she turns over to face you

・Tears are streaming down your face, even though you’re asleep. So, she reaches over and places a hand on your face. 

・Almost like a siren calling to a sailor, you react to her touch. Almost instantly calming you down

    “Hey, hey,” she coos. Doing her best not to wake you. Michonne thinks that if she can soothe you without waking you, then you could still get a good nights sleep. 

・Because that doesn’t happen often. 

・But you can’t stay asleep without the darkness creeping in. Somehow, even the most lighthearted of dreams turn sour. 

・All you can do is try not to let Michonne know. 

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥

・Feels you stirring in the night - she’s a light sleeper

・Watches as you toss and turn, gently placing a hand on your arm, shooshing you quietly. 

   “Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay.” 

・But her words do nothing as the walkers descend on your camp. The defenses are gone, and everyone you love is about to die. 

・You start screaming and that’s when Carol has to shake you awake. First it was gently but you were so engrossed in your nightmare that you thought it was a walker grabbing at your arms 

   “Please y/n, wake up!” Carol pleaded. Over and over again, until in your dream you’re bitten. 

・With a jolt, you open your eyes and take a big gasp. Like the air had been ripped from your lungs. 

・But you see Carol’s face, unharmed, worried, but safe. 

・And you sigh.

・So does she. 

-- Daryl

Little Dixon is very tempted to follow at first. He trusts you, he does, but he wouldn’t know how he’d cope if anything happened to you. Once he’s at the camp though, he’s overall alright. You can trust he stays at the camp, doing his tasks to steady his mind from racing.

That being said, he doesn’t like leaving base on some other errand if you’re away because he needs to be the first to either see you back or hear if you need him to get to you. He’s pretty tense to be honest, so people are careful not to mention you. He doesn’t want to hear she’ll be alright, she’ll be alright- he wants to see you’re okay... and give you a hug.

-- Merle

Older Dixon is a mess, ha. No, he simply doesn’t handle it as well as the others. Because you’re his calming presence, he doesn’t like being apart from you, especially if you’re in a dangerous situation. He is a bit more understanding than the others though, and realizes it might not be the best to accompany you every single time since he’d go mad if anything happened and perhaps make the situation worse (he only wants for you- and Daryl, to be safe).

Still, he’s a tad different from his brother and welcomes the reassurance from others. They’re tough and they’ll be back before you know it, and his breathing calms. Like his brother though, he quickly approaches you with a hug once you return.

-- Carol

Such a strong lady is one of the toughest to convince to stay on two reasons. One: you’re a pretty good couple on the outside, and take care of tasks more efficiently yourselves than other larger squads. Two: it’s a little much for her, she can’t handle not knowing the situation when you could be in danger (she’s very driven like that).

While she could give you a tough time, when you do leave she’s- as with many of the others- mature and waiting keenly for your return. She’s a tad tense as well so people can tell when you’re gone without having to say a word, and is the first person at the gates. It’s nice because the smile on her face is for you; you can see it before you’ve even gotten out of the car.

-- Maggie

Hilltop’s leader doesn’t mind you going because she’s got a good handle on the circumstances but is a bit clingy the moments before you leave. She’s simply so worried and doesn’t want anything to happen, a smooth enough run. She does take the time to remind you quite often to get back soon to not keep her waiting too long, and the attention is sweet and not overbearing.

You had been with the survivors from the beginning, running into them in Atlanta and joining them at the quarry. From then on you had walked alongside them and fought each battle, surviving together. In all of this time, you had never seen a day coming where a part of you would feel drawn away from the people you had grown to know as family; the people you had grown to love above all else in this miserable world. Not until now.

Lying in your bed, thoughts of Dwight ran through your mind. He was one of them, one of the saviours… but not really. You knew how he felt about them, specifically their leader Negan. He wanted peace among the communities, just the same as you and your people did. Negan would never have it though.

“What’s wrong?”

You turned your head to your left, spotting Dwight’s head on the pillow next to you. In the middle of the night, while the guard shifts were changing, you had snuck Dwight in through the sewer system below Alexandria.

“I’m just thinking… About everything.” You confessed. “I’m scared. What if this all goes wrong? What if Negan wins?”

“He won’t win.” Dwight assured you.

“Even if he doesn’t… Things will be different. In some ways for the better and in other ways-”

Dwight furrowed his eyebrows, cutting you off. “Are you talking about us?”

You nodded softly.

Frowning, Dwight rolled over to face you entirely. You did the same. “Look, I know how your people feel about me, the others too. I’m not stupid enough to think that after I work with you guys, they’ll forgive me for everything I’ve done. I wouldn’t forgive me and I don’t know how you have.”

“So what?” You asked.

“So…” Dwight mumbled. “Stop worrying about that, alright? There’s nothing we can do right now. No matter what, we have to win this war and stop Negan. Let’s just enjoy right now while we can.”

You took in Dwight’s words, feeling a small sense of comfort wash over you. As much as you feared losing Dwight after all of this, you knew he was right about enjoying the time that you had together. You hated sneaking around, lying to your family, but what else could you do? To you, this wasn’t just some fling. You felt something real with Dwight and he felt it too.

“You’re right,” You smiled, leaning over and kissing him. “I’m going to go for a nice, long, hot-ass shower… wanna join?”

Dwight looked at you, a small smirk coming to his face. “From upset about a war to wanting me to shower with you?”

“What can I say? Your words have inspired me.” You smiled. “You know where to find me if you feel a little dirty.”

With that, you matched into the bathroom, pulling off your shirt and tossing it backwards before closing the door behind you. Dwight shook his head, his smiling remaining as he rubbed his eyes with his fists. Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, he hopped out of bed and made his way towards the bathroom.

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Rick: The first time Rick would go down on you would be at the end of a romantic evening together. He would of cooked you a nice meal that the two of you would of shared together. It’d start out with a small make out session on the couch, his hands roaming over you. He’d be gentle at first, showing you how much he loved you through his actions. Then slowly he’d start to tease you, touching you in areas that were bound to get you worked up. He knew exactly what he was doing, loving the way you squirmed at his touch. Eventually, he’d give you what you wanted and lower his mouth onto your heat. He would take his time, giving you the attention you craved for. It’d be passionate and full of love, he would want to show you just how much you meant to him. 

Negan: He would love to tease you, watching you get so worked up that you were begging him would turn him on to no end. He’d explore your body with his mouth, taking the time to learn how your body responded. Of course there would be dirty talk, Negan didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut at the best of times. When he finally reached between your legs, he’d give you one last smirk before attaching his mouth onto your heat. He’d start off painfully slow, enjoying how you squirmed underneath him. He would use his beard to his advantage, rubbing the short bristles over your skin. He’d even use his fingers, teasing you to no end as he slowly sucked on your clit.

Eugene: The first time he would go down on you, would be the first time he would have ever gone down on anyone. You would be able to tell how nervous he was, his face flushed and eyes wide as he looked at you. It’d start out with sloppy kisses, fumbled touches, reassurances from you. It’d turn out that he was a complete natural at it. His mouth almost expertly pleasuring you. He’d be gentle and slow, taking his time in making you feel good. Every time you would moan, he would gain more confidence in the task. He would take great pride in making you feel good. 

Abraham: He would take great pleasure in eating you out for the first time. He’d make it lighthearted to begin with, making you laugh until he’d lower his mouth onto you immediately cutting your laugh off with a moan. His large hands would pin your hips down, not letting you grind against him, loving having the control over you. He’d love to watch you squirm under his ministrations, smirking against you. He would make teasing comments to you as he ate your pussy. He would love to get you to the point where you are begging him for a release.

Daryl: He’d be quite hesitant the first time he went down on you, it would of been a long time since he had done anything remotely sexual with anyone. He would be slow at first, taking the time to learn your body and what touches you responded too. The more confident he would get, the more rougher and faster he would be. His face buried between your legs as he lapped at you, eating you out like he was starving man. He would get really into the task, enjoying seeing you come undone at his touches.

   Before the apocalypse, you liked to think your room was a perfect example of who you were as a person. From the posters cascading your walls to even the slight remnants of cringey phases. Looking at your room now, it feels blank. Alexandria was alright. Rick and his group had arrived there a couple days ago and...it was just alright. Yeah, it had clean showers and food but it wasn’t like the prison. It felt fake.

“Woah. You look nice when you’re not covered in grime,” the boyish voice sounded behind you, alerting you to turn and smile, “I mean, you always look nice though.”

   His hair was wet, evident of a shower. You could see his freckles and his beautiful ocean eyes. He looked great. “You look nice too. How do you feel about this place so far?”

   Carl’s eyes drift to the pinned polaroid on the wall before making their way to meet your eyes. He shrugs and kicks floor, looking down.

“It’s alright. The guys are nice and you’re here so I can’t complain much. Though they’re kinda...sheltered. They don’t know what it’s like, what it’s really like out there. I almost feel bad.”

  You had to agree. You’d tried talking to Enid but it seemed like she was antisocial and not up for conversation. You’ve seen her sneak out a few times, maybe you’ll tell Carl about that later, “I know what you mean. It’s nice to feel protected though! I’m gonna go see what they’re doing down there,” you walk forward and hug him, “see ya!”

  Carl’s face grew red while you walked away, he couldn’t deny the feelings he had for you. But sometimes the time isn’t right. Right now, he could put his love on hold if it meant you were safe.

  Nothing was actually happening so Rick offered to take Carl, you, and Michonne on a run to scavenge, (in other words, escape routes if things go south). You went to tell Carl and soon enough you two were playing Chopsticks in the car while Rick and Michonne talked over things.

“Hey! I got you with two!” you nudged his hand away, “I win!”

  “Oh come on! That’s not fair you kept switching how many you had on your hand!”

  Sticking your tongue out, you exit the car and check your gun and hatchet are in their respective places. Carl did the same and stood next you, the both of you awaiting instructions.

“We’ll all clear this house and then scavenge, got it? You two, behind us.”

  “That’s all? I was hoping we could do more,” Carl grumbled and readied himself.

“Don’t get cocky, you guys aren’t amazing yet,” Rick opened the door quietly, “be safe and aware.”

  You stayed silent. Carl rolled his eyes and walked into the house.

  All four of you split up to explore, Carl and you taking the downstairs while the other couple took the upstairs. You searched the drawers and frowned after finding nothing but personal belongings. You heard a groan from the kitchen area and got yourself ready. The only way in were through two bifold doors, you were a little nervous. Though you’d never admit it.

“Hey! There’s a walker! I’ll get it!”

  “Okay! I’m heading out to the shed!”

  Approaching the door, you braced yourself and opened it, suspicious when nothing immediately popped up. That is until a rotten and disfigured hand latched onto your ankle with a death grip.

  Trying not to let the panic get to you, you stabbed the walker in the head. What you weren’t prepared for, were the three other walkers rising up to grab you.

  A suicide pact. They all died together. A family.

  You didn’t have time to think though, a walker was suddenly wrestling with you and panic as coursing through your veins. The hand eventually ripped of completely, exposing rotten bone and the crude smell of flesh, you felt like vomiting.

  The father was heavy and you could barely fight him off. You felt scared. So you called out the one person you knew would save you, before the walker pushed you down.

“Carl! I need help! Michonne!”

  Carl heard the call knee deep in farming tools. Recognizing your voice, he immediately scrambled out to help you.

  “Y/N! Shit, dad! Michonne!” Carl stabbed the walker on top of you while starting to fight off the other two. You on the other hand panted heavily while trying to push the heavy body off.

  Rick and Michonne flew down the stairs and with three gunshots, the walkers were dead and you were being pulled up by Carl.

“Hey! A-Are you okay?! Are you bitten or scratched?! Anything hurting really bad?! Y/N!”

  “I’m...fine! I’m fine. Carl, it’s okay.”

  You had never see the look of relief in his eyes and till he squeezed your bicep and said the one thing you never thought you’d hear.

“I love you, Y/N.”

  To be honest, you didn’t really know what to do. He was pretty much your first everything. You were so excited too, to be his firsts too.

  “I love you too Carl. Since the prison, I think.”

  Carl, being the overly-excited teenager he was, leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. They were soft and tasted faintly of melon bubblegum.

“We’ll be outside after you two finish, looks like there’s nothing here~”

  Carl and you flushed while Michonne gave a cheeky wink and walked outside. You turned your head back to his and immediately pulled him into another kiss.