hi!! at one point in time i created this secondary blog, but since i use it WAY more, want to basically swap things and use my primary one for this instead. I’m going to be changing this name from thewalkingdilf to thewalkingdilf2 and then my primary blog will now take over this name. I will leave this account up so I can still respond to my old inbox messages and I’ll reblog all of my old posts onto my new one so you can see them there too, if you wanna continue interacting with me, please go follow my other blog, thewalkingdilf and proceed to send any requests to that account!!!!
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i hate coming on here to do this, but i had to take my car to the shop last week and the total ended up being $390. i’m linking the ko-fi i just set up to try to recoup my losses. anything at all helps! i’ll even write a little daryl drabble for u if u want :,) (as long as it doesn’t fall under any sort of hard limit for things i’ll write ofc)
daryl dixon can NAAWTT take a blowjob. bro tears up a little
god forbid he looks down at you
oh ABSOLUTELY not.
the first time he saw you on your knees for him, he thought he was gonna cum right then and there before you even started.
i feel like he’d be pretty sensitive as is, so having you in a position like that— your sole focus on pleasuring him, and him alone— would KILL him. he’d have a fistful of your hair in his hand to keep himself grounded, and he’d be practically panting over how amazing your warm, velvety mouth felt around him.
he’d tilt his head back, staring up at the ceiling absentmindedly, or squeeze his eyes shut in an attempt to avoid direct eye contact with you because he’s convinced that he wouldn’t be able to last if he saw you down there; one glimpse of your lips stretched around his girth, taking him as deeply as you could? he’d be completely done for.
i think he’d definitely get a little eager at one point and start to fuck your throat a bit, maybe you just hit one spot that made him react with a little snap of his hips. you’d gag from him hitting the back of your throat without warning, and only then would he look down— mainly out of concern because he realized he was practically choking you out with his cock for a minute there— and boy did he immediately wish he didn’t look.
the view of your now watering eyes staring up right into his own, the hot tears beginning to stream down your flushed cheeks, and the glistening streams of drool dripping down the corners of your lips and off your chin was enough to do him in.
the absolute raw, pathetic whine that would escape his lips (that would most likely embarrass the fuck out of him) as his cock twitched in your mouth, right before letting his warm seed spill down your throat would be enough to make you dizzy.
cw: 18+ mdni, poorly written smut, sub daryl, oral (both receiving), unprotected p-in-v, praise, fem!reader, other standard smut cws
when you first arrived in alexandria with daryl and the rest of your group, it took a bit for everyone to adjust. slowly but surely, everyone eventually settled in and began to get along, befriending each other as your original group had done. they actually began to feel a bit like family too. however, daryl never got the same sense of community from them as the rest of the group did; they almost seemed scared of him. they saw his rough exterior, his quietness, the darkness and pain behind his eyes, and his sole focus on survival. he wasn’t there to make friends, his behavior made that clear.
the comforts of the new-found community— the housing, abundance of food, running water— it felt foreign to him; it was too hard for him to adjust, and others noticed. how could a man who’s had to fight his way through life, who has had absolutely nothing handed to him, be seemingly so willing to turn down this great opportunity? to everyone else in your group, this felt like a saving grace, a gift from god. he was tough, stubborn, and gruff— a man of few words for sure. nonetheless, he still tried his best to help out where he could. he was a hard worker, determined and resilient. not to mention he was extremely skilled at what he did. he brought things to the table that no other alexandrian could; they couldn’t deny that.
you walked around with him everywhere, attached at the hip, and it always seemed to turn heads and raise questions—you were so bright and bubbly; you radiated a warmth and a sense of comfort for the community. always so positive in such hard times. so caring, so sweet, so delicate. what were you doing with a man like him? a man that was clearly so opposite of you?
you didn’t understand why they thought of him in that way. they just didn’t understand him. they didn’t get to see the daryl that you got to see behind closed doors. the daryl that would do anything you asked without hesitation, the one who would risk his life for you in any situation, the daryl that would grab things during supply runs that you didn’t even actually need, just on the off chance that you may like it so he could see your contagious smile. the daryl that practically worshipped the ground you walked on.
the alexandrians were scared of him because they’d never seen the soft spot that the grumpy older man had for you, and only you. the way his cold blue eyes softened when he looked at you. they’d never seen those same eyes when they were all glossy with unshed tears that were threatening to fall down the aged skin of his cheeks because he couldn’t handle how good you were making him feel. the strong, broad man crumbling into nothing but a mess in front of you as you gave his cock slow, teasing kitten licks while he’s begging you to take more of him. voice cracking and face flush with a deep red color.
they’d never seen how small he actually looks when he’s on his knees for you, posture softened, broad shoulders slumped, looking up at you with pleading eyes. nothing but the sounds of his soft whimpering while his face is in your core, eating you out so messily, so desperately, searching for every little drop of your wetness because you just taste so damn good. you grip his hair gently, delicate fingers tangling themselves in his long locks, cooing at him for how good he’s being just for you, how perfect he is, how amazing his tongue feels on you. they’d never seen how his body shudders. you watch his cock twitch from the praise; his weeping tip leaking so much you wouldn’t be surprised if he came without you even touching him. he lived and breathed to please you.
and they’d definitely never seen the intimidating, unyielding, tough-guy facade melt right off of his face when you finally sink yourself down onto his painfully hard cock; you’re gripping him so tightly he’s seeing stars. they’ve never heard how sinful the noises he lets out are, raw and desperate, almost a cry, a plea for more, begging you for god knows what. he’s so overwhelmed, his senses utterly consumed by you, your touch, your smell, your taste. you’re bouncing up and down, rising and falling on him so effortlessly he wonders how you even have the stamina for it. you’re so warm and wet and you feel so velvety around him he thought he may cum right then and there.
you can’t help but revel in the sight of him like this.
“fuck,” you gasp softly, a smug smile tugging at the corners of your lips, “such a good boy… such a shame no one else gets to see you like this. this is all just for me, hm?” the filthy words drip from your tongue like the sweetest honey—the taunt flowing from your lips, smooth and natural. you feel him twitch inside of you, you know he’s getting close. “you close? gonna cum for me pretty boy?”
the only sign of strength that remains in his body is the way he grips your thighs hard enough to leave bruises, bracing himself against you. his eyes are clenched shut, and his jaw slack as he pants needily, “p-please, fuck, can i? can i cum?”
fuck, he’s practically whining. you actually find it cute how after all this time, he still begs and asks you permission. of course, you let him, and he’s quickly spilling into you, blabbering out incoherent “thank you’s,” his legs trembling by the time you’re finished with him, but nobody else would know that.
by the time he goes out the next morning, he’s once again the big, strong, tough man that everyone knows. it’s the only way they’ve seen him, and the only way they ever will. they don’t know your daryl.
can we all just agree that daryl would definitely love to smoke a cigarette while you ride his thigh.
his sex drive hasn’t always been able to compare to yours, and him being a decent bit older than you definitely doesn’t help, but he could never deny a little angel like you the pleasure that you craved so badly.
so there you were, propping yourself up in his lap excitedly, getting yourself settled in the perfect position on his denim-clad thigh, with help from daryl’s strong arms keeping you steady while you adjusted yourself, of course.
the cigarette not only helped him relax in his own way, just as you were relaxing by making a mess of his strong thigh- it also served as a way for him to stall, to test your patience, a sort of timer if you will.
you’d rut yourself against him, whining and blubbering about how bad you needed him, meanwhile he’d continue to sit back in his chair, gripping your waist with one hand while the other would be raised toward his mouth, taking a long, deep draw from the cigarette, gently blowing the smoke toward you.
occasionally, if he was in an extra good mood that day, he’d flip his cigarette around in his fingers, resting it between your lips for you to take a couple puffs as well. he was typically against you smoking; he didn’t want someone like you falling into such a bad habit like him, but he couldn’t deny how much he loved to see you like that in the moment; fucking yourself against him so desperately while you blow the smoke in his face, the small nicotine buzz making you feel a bit lightheaded and dizzy, adding to your overwhelming pleasure.
“don’t worry baby, i’ll make you feel good, just lemme finish my smoke, yeah? you can be patient and do that for me, can’t ya’?”
“daryl, please.”
“not yet baby, yer being so good f’ me, i know you can wait a lil’ longer.”
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18+ mdni, poorly written smut, not proofread, hand fetish, handjobs, fem!reader
before the end of the world, daryl was a sucker for a girl with her nails done— almost like a sort of fetish for him. it was a secret you were definitely aware of after it had slipped out if his mouth in conversation once after one too many drinks; but in the apocalypse, it’s not like you could just go get your nails done whenever you felt like it.
needless to say, it caught him off guard when you crawled into bed with him that night after you had found some baby pink nail polish while out on a run that just so happened to compliment your skin perfectly and decided to give yourself a manicure earlier that day.
your long, baby pink nails that were newly shaped into a dull point, reached over him to gently rake themselves down his chest, eliciting a shiver down his spine and throughout his core.
the lower your pretty pink nails traveled down the trail of his torso, the more tense daryl became, his cock twitching in his boxers as a reaction to the light scratching of your nails against his skin and your big doe eyes watching his every twitch and shiver.
when you finally pulled his boxers down, as slowly as you physically could so that you could watch his cock spring free— his tip red, aching, and practically staring you down— your mouth began to water at the sight. you fought the urge to just take him into the welcoming warmth of your mouth then and there; but no, that’s not what you were here for tonight.
when your pretty little digits wrapped themselves around daryl’s thick cock, oh god it felt so good. he had to fight just to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head as he released a deep, guttural moan. he needed to see this.
“fuck baby, feels so good.”
his darkened, glossy eyes were laser focused on your hand, specifically your new manicure, mouth agape, watching you work so hard to please him, taking the warm little bead of precum that was threatening to spill and gathering it onto your thumb, smearing it around to reduce friction, making it feel all the better.
as you felt his abdomen tense up and his cock twitch in your hands, you could tell daryl wouldn’t be able to last much longer. you began to pump his cock faster, knowing he was going to explode at any moment. he reached one of his arms up, running his fingers through his hair, pushing back any strands that had fallen in his face so he could watch your skilled hands working at him better. god he was practically panting for you, completely falling apart and at the brink of orgasm, cum threatening to spill at any second.
“fuck,” he breathed out, “you’re doing such a good job for me pretty girl… gonna make me cum all over that pretty lil hand’a yers.”
no more than a moment later, he was gripping his hair with one hand, and the sheets with the other, muffling whimpers (though he would never admit that’s what they were) as he was finally sent over the edge. his jaw hung slack as he spilled himself all over you, his cum glistening off of those baby pink nails that started this mess in the first place.
and he can’t lie, once you giggled in that honey-sweet voice of yours and pushed your fingers past your plump lips to suck them clean, he felt his cock twitch once more and he was ready to do it all over again.
OKAYYY i’ve had this idea of a perv! daryl x shy, inexperienced reader that i just cannot get out of my head.
18+ mdni, poorly written smut, not proofread, perv!daryl, large age gap (reader is early 20s), loss of innocence
this is a drabble-ish. not a completely finished work, this is more of just an idea that popped into my mind that i may create a larger work for later.
your heart is absolutely racing as daryl’s darkened eyes stare you down like you’re his prey, nothing but an easy target. he’s above you on the bed, a large hand on each side of your head, holding his weight above you. you felt trapped in the best possible way. your head felt fuzzy and your pussy was aching with desire. he knew you were a virgin, innocent and as physically pure as could be. It’s not like you hadn’t wanted to do these things before, you’d just never had the opportunity to while living in your strict, religious home. besides, you hadn’t even found anyone you had taken that strong of a liking to, no one worth throwing your innocence away for; not until daryl, anyway.
there was just something about him that you were so intrigued by that you just couldn’t quite place your finger on. maybe it was his age— how much older and stronger he was than you— or maybe it was his rough, manly, and intimidating exterior. regardless, you had never had anyone make you feel like this before.
daryl, on the other hand, couldn’t help but be attracted to your innocence; you were so different from him, and in a world like this, he needed that, almost just as much as he needed to mold you into a perfect little toy for him like he had been fantasizing about since he’d met you.
“daryl,” you cry out pathetically as one of his hands come down to touch your sopping wet pussy for the first time, causing a fire to burn within your core. He felt his jeans tighten; your reaction to the slightest touch was already on the verge of being over the top. i mean, he barely touched you and you were practically drooling for him just like your aching cunt was. how in the hell were you going to handle his fingers, let alone his cock?
“sorry,” you mutter, embarrassed of your intense reaction, “i’ve just never done anything… ya’ know, like this before…” your soft voice trailed off, your big doe eyes staring up at him, “feels really good.”
daryl smirks, collecting your slick on his fingers, moving up to rub tiny circles on your puffy clit, “nothin’ at all? surely ya touch yourself, right darlin?” he questioned, pausing all movement, awaiting your response.
a deep blush covered your already hot cheeks at the admission of your already obvious innocence to the older man, “well, i mean, i tried before, but i dunno how to do it, it just felt weird. couldn’t make it feel good so i gave up.”
fuck. you were more innocent than he thought. not only are you a virgin, you’d never even came before? he was going to have so much fun with you.
“holy shit,” daryl muttered, “pretty thing like you has never felt an orgasm?”
“…no.”
his cock strained against his jeans so hard he could’ve sworn he was seeing stars for a moment. the last remaining traces of his once icy-blue orbs disappeared, deep black taking over as he gazed down at you, like a predator hunting his prey, hovering above you in a straddle, one knee between your legs, the other on the opposing side. “fuck, sunshine, you’re gon love this. promise.”
daryl’s finger returned to your clit, working itself in circles a bit faster than before, the new sensation causing you to arch your back and whine, your pussy clenching around nothing, causing a string of your arousal to drip down your plush thigh.
“ahh, fuck! fuck daryl, pleaseeee.”
“please what?” he teased, continuing his pace, watching you completely fall apart beneath him.
please what? that was a great question, you had no idea what you were begging for, you just knew that whatever he was doing was way too good for him to stop now.
a large, calloused hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to meet daryl’s lust-blown eyes, “i said please what? don’t ya’ wanna be a good doll and answer me so i can help ya’ out? c’mon pretty girl, just tell me whatcha need and i’ll take care’a you.”
“i-i dunno… i-” you felt embarrassed out of nowhere, like the feeling had just popped out of thin air. you cover your face with your arms, a bright pink wave creeping along your cheeks once again, spreading to the tips of your ears. you knew nothing about this, didn’t know what you wanted, what to ask for— you just knew you needed daryl to keep doing whatever it was that was making you feel so fucking good.
you felt the strength of daryl’s large arms gripping your dainty wrists, pushing them away from your face and onto the bed, holding them there with a force you knew you wouldn’t be able to escape from.
“ah, ah, ah, c’mon now, sunshine. keep those hands away from that pretty face of yers. you know i wanna see all those pretty looks my doll gives me while i make her cum ‘round my cock.”
i know i’ve been pretty inactive lately but i promise i’m still here!
lately i’ve been thinking about reader riding sub daryl.
sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs shaking with anticipation, watching you, waiting for you to finally sink down onto his aching cock, and when you finally do, oh god it feels so good. The groan he lets out is just plain sinful. he bites his lip and sucks in a sharp breath, trying to muffle it out of embarrassment, but you heard it, oh you heard it alright, and all it does is make you plant your hands on his chest, bracing yourself against him so you can work harder to produce more of the noises you loved to hear so much. he tries so hard to remain quiet, but you’re so wet and tight around him, so velvety, that he can hardly suppress his moans and whimpers as you mutter in his ear how well he’s doing for you.
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thinking about cockwarming daryl while he sits in his chair and languidly smokes a cigarette.
you’d rock your hips in anticipation, desperate for any sort of pleasure and movement, but instead of giving in and giving you what you crave right then and there, he simply releases the cigarette from his fingers, letting it dangle freely between his chapped lips while he uses both of his rough hands to grip your hips, his nails digging into your soft skin, stilling you in his lap.
I’d love to eventually elaborate on this and make a longer oneshot, BUT I’ve been thinking about Daryl meeting reader in Alexandria that’s basically like, polar opposite of him, and I need to say something about it before I forget!!!
Like, Daryl with a younger, super upbeat, energetic, talkative reader, and he would NEVER admit it, but he would become totally obsessed with you. He’d come off as if he was annoyed, and sometimes he would be (just the slightest bit), but in reality he never truly wanted you to stop talking and bugging him.
It’d eventually come out one way or another that he had secretly been into you (probably from you asking him a million questions and trying to force info out of him out of curiosity), so you’d start spending a lot more time together, going on runs, spending time at each other’s homes, and he quickly realized more-so than ever that oh my GOD he’d love to have his way with you every hour of the day if he could. You’d be rambling about something that he probably couldn’t care less about, and later in the day you’d definitely pay for talking his ear off, not that he minded that much, of course.
You’d end up bent over on the closest surface of your Alexandria home with Daryl muttering the filthiest shit in your ear, your jaw slack while hot tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill from how good he was making you feel as he practically split you in half on his cock.
“C’mon darlin’ if you love to talk so much, why so quiet now?”
“Speak up pretty girl, I know you’d love to tell me how good ‘m makin’ ya’ feel.”
daryl loves adding praise when he’s degrading you.
he’s always adding in a tinge of sweetness to every degrading name he calls you. it’s always things like “pretty whore,” “perfect slut”
he loves how it makes you whimper as a blush of embarrassment coats your cheeks, and how you always attempt to hide your face.
he won’t settle for that though. he’ll grab your hands and pin them down, holding them away from your face as he sinks his cock deep inside of you, and he’ll just continue to whisper filth in your ear as he encourages you for being such a good little fuck doll for him.
imagine daryl punishing you for being bratty by forcing you to sit on his lap and get off on his thigh all by yourself. you’d grind against him so desperately, trying your hardest to get yourself over the edge, the denim of his jeans rubbing against you perfectly. he’d refuse to help you whatsoever despite your desperate, needy cries, doing nothing for you except for holding your waist firmly with his rough hands, keeping you steady on his thigh and cooing at you as you beg him to help you reach your climax.
“ah ah, you know i can’t help ya’ baby, you gotta learn your lesson, tha’s the rules.”
“ya’ should’ve thought ‘bout this ‘fore ya started acting out.”
“c’mon baby, tha’s it. look at ‘cha getting yourself off on me. go ‘head, make yerself cum, you can do it without me, right?”
First off your work is so perfect!! And please take your time no rush at all 💗. Yk when Daryl was working on his bike in Alexandria? Imagine his hands covered in black and he’s touching the reader and marks her up 😶😍
AHH!!!! TYSM!! i really do appreciate it <333
Also omg yes, I could totally see Daryl working hard all day on his bike in Alexandria, but getting a bit distracted thinking about you throughout the day. He’d definitely have himself so worked up just by the thought of you, that by the time he goes back inside to finally see you, he can’t even force himself to take the time to clean up first, he just walks in and is immediately all over you.
He’d grab you by the waist and pull you in for a kiss, turning your clothes black with his dirty hands, quickly undressing you and discarding the newly stained clothes on the floor, dragging you down onto the couch with him.
He would literally be all over you, roaming his hard working hands over your body roughly, pulling you onto his lap, leaving remnants of the grease and oil from his bike on your waist, neck, thighs, practically anywhere he could get his hands on you while you sloppily made out, your tongues intertwined while you moaned into his mouth from his touch.
When all was said and done, you’d shower together in an attempt to clean up the mess he’d made. The grease and oil stains (with your poor luck) didn’t completely wash off of your delicate skin, leaving a faint reminder of what had just occurred moments before.
The next day when you went out with the rest of the group on a run, between the faint stains on your skin and the love bites littering your neck and collar bones, they had known exactly what happened between you two.
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