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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. 

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧

・You had been on a run when you came across a spiritual shop. 

・One of those businesses full of gemstones 

・For some reason, you stopped and looked at all the options (not many people thought rocks would be important nor useful in an apocolypse)

・Each section had its name and meaning written underneath 

・Your eyes gravitated to the Labradorite basket. Picking one up, you moved it back and forth, watching it shine with the movement.

・The meaning was, ‘creates a shield for auras and protects against negativity of the world,’. 

     “Fucking perfect,” you said chuckling. 

・When you approach Glenn, you almost had a shiteating grin. You knew he would like it on some level, but you just wanted to tell him the meaning behind it. 

・When you gave it to him, he had the widest smile but not without a quirked eyebrow

    “Got it on the run,” you said with a smile, “watch this.” 

・You held it to the sunlight and moved it as you had in the store, showing him how it shone. 

・Glenn was elated. Not by the gift itself, but the fact that you were thinking about him. 

・Now, he keeps it with him always. Even though you got it because it reminded you of him, he sees it as an extension of you. 

・Having you close, even if it isn’t you physically; it’s what helps him carry on - 

・Having tokens of the people he loves, especially when he’s in dangerous situations. It reminds him to keep fighting. To keep holding on. 

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐡

・You had been looking around on the farm, searching for something new to focus on, when you found on oddly shaped rock. 

・Turning it around, you realised it was a heart, not a perfect one, but one nonetheless 

・It gave you a burt of excitement; something fun to show the person you loved the most 

・Running back inside, you quickly found Beth, who had been talking with Lori

・You waited until they were finished, an eager smile on your lips as you held both hands behind your back

・When you presented it to Beth she was equally as excited to receive it as you were to give it 

・She got it straight away, not even having to turn it around to see its true shape

・Looking at you, she wrapped you in her arms and gave you a squeeze

     “Thank you,” she whispered and kissed your cheek

・Tried ages to somehow make a necklace for it. Spent days wrapping thread around it only for it to always fail

・It wasn’t until Carol looped the string over and over again, threading this way and that, creating a holding for the stone heart to sit in

・When it was done, Beth ran to show you

𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤

・You were on a run with Daryl and found this science store. Your curiosity got the best of you, and inside were cabinets full of old history

・An idea came to mind and you found the one that possessed items from Neanderthal times (allegadely). 

・Inside was a rock that recorded one of the first thumb prints in America 

・It made you smile - the irony of it. Because how did the world end up like this? 

・Using your bat to smash the glass, you grabbed the rock and pocketed it. With Daryl waiting outside, you jumped onto his bike off you two went, with Walkers limping toward the sudden sound

・When you got back to camp, you slumped next to Rick and gave him the rock

    “I thought one of the last people alive should have something of one of the first’s.” 

・That felt like a shot to the heart for Rick

・He got the humour of it. But you didn’t expect for his eyes to gloss over

     “Hey, hey,” you cooed, placing an arm on his shoulder. “I didn’t know you loved science so much-”

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞

・You had all been on the road for a while, trying to find some sort of shelter

・Everyone was in low spirits, and not even you could lift them. It took too much energy. 

・You went off with Maggie to find something for everyone to eat, or a lead on some shelter or water

・Maybe it was delirium, or the fact that you wanted to cheer Maggie up. But you found a near perfect sphere of a rock

   “Wow, look at this,” with a lot of effort, you bent down and picked up the stone. 

・There were no cracks, or chips. It was fully round besides one side where it looked to have caved in a little

・With your best British accent, you bowed low to Maggie and said,” a most expensive present for the most dazzling woman alive,.”

・That comment brought out the smallest of smiles - but it was better than nothing

・You presented it to her and she took it with a raised brow

    “And what am I supposed to do with it?” She said a ad mockingly

“Cherish it, my love,” you said and gave her a kiss

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥

・You had gotten closer to Daryl over time. So close that where one went, the other wasn’t far behind 

・And in your possession was a rose quartz that your best friend had given to you man years ago. 

・You still cherished the pink piece of stone, a reminder that there was a before

・One night when neither you or Daryl could sleep, you walked over to him and sat down. Neither of you saying anything you held out your hand with the stone in it

    “For you,” was all you said 

・King of “Huh?” 

・Didn’t want to take it at first

・But nodded his head and thanked you after you explained why you wanted him to have it

    “I still don’t think I should have it, Y/N,” he whispered

“But I want you to have it. It’s like having a little piece of me...”

・It took only that, because he did take it

・And now he always has it in his pocket, even when he sleeps (if it’s bothering him, he’ll just sleep in a different position)

・He nearly goes crazy if he can’t find it anywhere too 

・Daryl knew how much it meant to you. It was a tie to that era in your life. Rememberance of your friends and family. 

・So now he cherished it. In such an intense way that it was now apart of his image. 

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥

・You hadn’t found it on a run, or doing anything important

・You just happened across it, in an abandoned pack (a walker had been nearby though, so you put two and two together)

・Rummaging through, you found a few useful items like dog food, deodorant, panadol, bandaids, moisturisor, but then something caught your eye. 

・At the bottom of the bag was another bag - a makeup one. Mixed in with the concealer and lipstick was half a geode. One of the most beautiful things you had seen in a while

・Lugging the backpack back to the group, you asked where Carol was and left the pack with everyone else

・You were so excited to show Carol the geode you had found. Maybe it had been given as a gift before the Walkers began, but you found it nonetheless

・It was only one half of the geode, but it was layered with shimmering crystal. A piece of beauty in such a rotting world 

・Her response was so tender

・Even the way she held out her hand was like it could fall to pieces 

    “Oh it’s lovely-” 

・And you couldn’t help but smile. Well, you beamed basically. 

    “I thought you should have something as beautiful as you are.” 

・She scoffed and lightly whacked your arm

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧

・You had met Negan after the events of his war against Rick. 

・There was a group you had been travelling with, but you were attacked by a swarm of walkers and somehow only you survived

・He found you one day and you’ve been inseparable since 

・It didn’t take long for Negan to get to know you; you were an open book. Even if before the apocolypse you were closed off; now you couldn’t help but try to make relationships with people. You knew that if they turned on you - their sympathy would bare them from doing anything too horrible... well that’s what you had learned watching a True Crime show before the walkers 

・Some days were more difficult then others, and you could see that something lay heavy within Negan

・He barely spoke about himself, but from you did know, you understood that at times you had to become someone else to survive 

・Thinking it could cheer him up somehow, you went to the nearby creek and searched for a unique looking rock or pebble

・Finding one, that was completely smooth on both sides, you decided that this one would be perfect

・Running back to camp, you told him to close his eyes and hold out his hands. Doing so, you placed the stone in his calloused palms

・Immediately asks, “what’s this?” when he opened his eyes

・You shrugged and explained. 

  “I thought it looked cool, since it’s completely smooth. Kinda like one of those toys you have to calm a person down-”

      “You’re right, it does look cool sweetheart,” (will go along with anything you say)

・From then on he always has it on or near him

-- 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.

-- Rick

The sheriff knows you're capable. He knows you're tough and you'll be alright, but really, he worries. He does have a touch of realism in a sense anything could happen out there, but he doesn't try to stop himself from truly being concerned either. You're a different case to him than others; you mean so much to him.

He tries to distract himself and does alright considering, but everyone's aware you're always on his mind. He's hugging you when you return, likely with a kiss to the forehead and checking for any scrapes.

-- Shane

It's interesting comparing him to the old sheriff because he handles it better than Rick in some ways, and worse in others. If he's needed, he's focused with you on the mind, of course- hoping you're alright, but knowing that worrying ain't going to do him any good. Whenever he has the free time however, he spends it near the borders, waiting to be the first to catch a glimpse of whatever vehicle you left in to return.

He's approaching with a smirk, but you can tell by the way he looks at you he's so relieved to have you by him again. He's already said: good to see you, knew you were tough, and makin' me smile- couldn't wait to get you back here safe with me.

-- Michonne

The lovely lady is respectfully levelheaded, likely one of the traits you like the most, really. She gives you a kiss before you leave the house you share, walks with you to the gates, and then gives you one last hug. She sends you off with a smile and a laugh, saying she'll see you later.

She's getting better. It's a bittersweet combination on having lost so much, but wanting you to see her smile last if the worst arrived. If something hit the fan, she'd want you to remember her laugh and how she's thinking of you, and expects you to fight to the very end to get back to her (or at least until she gets there since she'll be the first out the door the moment she hears anything).

-- Negan

The leader of the Saviors is pretty hesitant to be honest, though who could blame him? If you're with him, you're likely a wife or husband and therefore he isn't too used to them being so capable and willing to go on runs without any real need to do so. He does let you go without too much hassle (unlike the others) because he honestly likes the thought of you handling it but it's obvious to everyone he worries the entire time you're gone.

-///-

Shane reacts as an interesting mix between Rick and Daryl. He'd find it easier to walk past, but be drawn to it for some reason. Slight hesitation at the doorway, wondering why he felt the urge to enter such an establishment when his eyes fall on the plush.

He instantly regrets nothing and quickly goes to get it before rushing back to the car. The officer cares and loves deeply- especially you. He’s very pleased and proud his instincts default to you because he wants more than keeping you safe, after all. He wants to make you happy.

The man owns up if he were spotted, similar to Rick. He’d likely note their successful run and that his pack had room in it for a present (it isn’t too common, finding a place like this). The companion is understanding as they’re aware of how much you mean to him, even if he does get a bit passionate from time to time.

-///-

Merle is likely to walk straight to the store, especially if you’d mention liking plushies in the past (he’d chuckle to himself on the baby brother, Daryl, too). Scanning through the window first, he’d quite frankly be thrilled to return with something for you.

Best believe you’re always at the front of his mind. If anything, it makes it easier for him to return to camp. He needs to make sure he goes back to you.

“Yeah!” he’d say, if anyone asked, “It’s for my baby.” Referring to you, of course, before shoving the plush in a bag and slinging it over the shoulder. There could be a raised eyebrow depending, but you keep him calm and the companion knows he’s thinking about you- and honestly, what more could they ask for you?

-///-

Carol smiles, even if she were trying not to let it get to her too much (there are many memories tied to a children’s store). The doors are wide open on this one, and when she cranes her neck- getting a quick glimpse inside, something catches her eye. Something for you, specifically.

It’s the little gestures, really, a present that she was thinking of you, even though you (and everyone else on the matter) were more than mindful you occupied a good chunk on her thoughts already. She’d never want to tire on showing it to be true.

Honestly, all these guys live to see you smile. I think she’d laugh a little if she were caught, “Hmm, you know how they are, a bit of a child... Great smile, too.” Causing the companion to laugh.

-///-

Bonus! Clementine is a little like Carol, smiling even if she, too, were trying to push the feeling down. She tries not to remember what the world used to be too much but reacts alright enough since the place isn’t surrounded by groaning.

She could spot her favorite animal, but ignores it, figuring it wasn’t worth the effort until she spots the stuffed animal you love. Nothing else seems to matter when she pictures your face, and she stuffs the plush in her bag (you both’ll hug it).

She handles it well if she were caught, a bit awkward and adorable all the while. “It’s for them, I... want to make them smile for a bit.” And when she thinks back on your smile, she can’t help her smile, too. It’s why she knows she needs you both to get through this.

-///-

Rick spots the toy store and smiles a bit, since it reminds him of Carl. Glancing towards the direction of their getaway, alone (as the companion went on ahead to start the car), the cop finds himself drawn into the store.

It is oddly more empty than he would've imagined- hopefully it meant more children were surviving out here. As he turns to leave, your favorite animal catches the corner of his eye. He thinks of you instantly and stuffs it in his pack, eager to surprise you with it.

If someone spotted him, I don't think he'd be too embarrassed, to be honest. He'll likely mention these times are a bit tough and he can't wait to see your smile when you see the plush. Said companion isn't too surprised either, knowing the sheriff.

-///-

Daryl sort of stares at the shop a bit before looking around him. It would’ve been an easy pass if he hadn’t spotted your favorite animal staring back at him through the window- now more determined than ever not to leave without it.

He’s always on the watch to nab presents that make you happy because he saves one or two as reserves for when you’re down. If he despised something in particular, it was leaving on a run when you were sad (he’d much rather spend the time with you). Said hunter swipes the plush and prepares to leave.

Slight embarrassment caught, I think, but honest on any intentions because he was proud of being with you. It was for you since you mentioned loving the animal, he’d say. Then the companion teases him, let’s be real.

-///-

Maggie smiles because- you, me, us- she thinks. It could be a reminder on loss, sure, but she can’t help looking ahead. Like, being with you in a home some day. It was always the case when down to you: you were ever her strength.

She’d enter the shop cautiously, mostly to reminisce and sate her curiosity, really. It’s rather untouched this one, and the smile on her face widens when she spots the perfect plush for you. She eagerly goes to grab it and return outside.

If you’re on the road, you two likely place it in the house you eventually share, as a sign good times are surefire when you’ve got someone to hold. She doesn’t mind if anyone sees, shooting another beautiful grin and accompanying it with a tiny shrug. “It’s a present for them,” she’d say, proudly.

-///-

Negan is likely to laugh and strut on over (it’ll be fun). “Goddamn,” he’d breathe. It’d be enough to make him stop and think a moment. Almost too normal and innocent to be out here- reminiscent on you, he supposed.

And in the midst of his thoughts revolving about you, smiling like a goof the entire while, he notices a specific plushie and immediately laughs again. “Well... aren’t you and I a lucky pair?” he drawls, and really, so are you. “I get to surprise my baby, and you’re going to have a loving new home.”

I think he’d want to say he’d be nonplussed if discovered, but be a bit bashful in actuality if it really happened. Then he’d find confidence again because, honestly, it must look hilarious watching him approach with a stuffed animal and placing it with the other supplies. It’s likely he’s joking with them for a bit, and then be super pissed if it went too long.

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: Dirty talk with Rick would depend on the type of sex you’re having. Usually he was quite loving and gentle, praising you and telling you how much he loved you. It’d be sweet and you would love how soft the whole thing was. However, if things moved to a rougher nature, Rick would be the first to be whispering dirty things into your ear. The more into it he was, the more lewd the words would be. He’d enjoy the way you writhed in pleasure as he whispered the dirtiest things that he could thing of.

Negan: He would be the king of dirty talk. The guy could talk a hell of a lot anyway so when it came to the filthy stuff, Negan would be an absolute pro. He would make sure you knew exactly who you belonged too, getting you to the point of begging with his words only. The more you begged, the more he’d call you the filthiest names. Of course, if you ever expressed a distaste for anything he ever said to you then he’d be mindful of not using it during sex again.

Eugene: Dirty talk wouldn’t come all that naturally to him, he’d be fairly awkward about the whole thing. Most of the things he would say would be in the height of the moment, he’d be lost in the way you made him feel and he’d blurt out something that probably sounded sexy in his head but not so much out loud. There’d be moments where you’d stop and burst into laughter, much to his confusion. However, the more comfortable he was with you, the more willing he’d be to actually try dirty talk if you requested he do so. He’d actually become quite good at it.

Abraham: He would be a natural at dirty talk, knowing exactly what to say to you in the moment. If the sex was slow and soft, his dirty talk would match. Same with if it was rough and fast. He’d get really into it, telling you exactly what you wanted to hear. He had a way with words so it would get you worked up and to the point where you were begging him to do what he was whispering to you. Sometimes he would over do it, not realizing that he was, not that you would mind. He would always apologize to you afterwards for anything degrading he had said to you, giving you sweet kisses as he did so before telling you how much he loved you.

Daryl: During sex, Daryl was usually quite quiet. Almost like he was shy, despite the fact he was fucking you. He’d let out the occasional grunt or groan but mostly he was quiet. However, there would be moments were he would let everything go. He would get quite vocal if he was really into it, growling dirty talk at you as he got lost in the pleasure he was feeling. It would usually be when you were having rough sex, it’d spark something in him.