"I Still Think You're Beautiful."

Pretty Boy

10k x Addy's twin brother reader

See 10k is innocent, he knows all about hunting, shooting and survival, but that poor boy is completely unaware of anything sexual

Even his romantic knowledge is lacking, anything he knows comes from the couples around him.

He had crushes, they were small, the kind just based on looks that pass on not long after it came.

They certainly weren't requited, and the hope he had for a relationship was crushed when the world ended.

Before the apocalypse he was already out of the loop, but now he was in his early 20s and atleast half the world was dead.

Not ideal for dating.

One of the first people he saw out of the group was a boy, a little older than him, with auburn hair, shouting at the old man to stop spinning "or you'll lose your head too"

Why did he shoot the zombie for them? It was hard to think when he locked eyes with the other guy.

10k thought he got shot at that moment, thats what it would feel like right? Suddenly losing your breath? He wouldn't feel the pain from adrenaline so it must be.

When 10k joined the group, it was suprisingly simple to fit into

Doc definitely took his part in welcoming him into the group.

But there was you.

It was different,

You were the same as everyone else really, it was Tommy that was the problem.

Yeah you were slightly touchy, not that he minded, but you were with Addy and Mack so maybe he was just overthinking everything.

But it was hard not to when it felt like he has allergies everytime you lock eyes, whenever your hands touch he swear he was struck by lightning

Even lightning wasn't a good comparison, because that would surely hurt, and this didn't, he almost melted in your hands.

Not very good when he's keeping watch while the group is travelling.

When you and Tommy date, Addy especially runs with the teasing, everyone joins in, but nobody teases as much as Addy.

Especially to 10k, everytime he's just admiring she manages to catch him.

He is very much a hopeless romantic, i mean youre one of his first big crushes, and his very first relationship

You will almost never have an empty hand, if he's there, he will be holding it.

He's not the proudest of it, and he's very shy when he does it, but he will take something if he sees it and thinks it would be a nice gift for you.

Any time you two have to split up (which isn't the most often because when you have a choice you will stick together, Warren learnt that too) he'll give you a bandana, a promise to meet again to return.

Neither of you needs a bandana to see eachother again, but its a sweet connection.

It doesn't matter how long you two are together, the fact he's dating you still makes him blush everytime you kiss him.

Settle: Merle Dixon X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ and ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, language Warnings: Slurs (homophobic), Merle Dixon is his own warning, mention of Merle’s SS symbol, typical southern prejudice/homophobia, neck kissing, anal fingering, anal sex, cockwarming, hand job, cuddling, top Merle and bottom Reader Summary: After striking out with every woman in camp, Merle turns to you and ignores the gay aspect of sleeping with another man in favor of getting laid. A/N: Imagine my lack of surprise but utter disappointment in finding no male reader shit for Merle. Written out of spite. Enjoy.

After a third pill and a third strikeout, Merle is almost certain he’ll have to handle himself tonight. No woman in the whole damn camp wants any action, even with a touch of good ol’ Southern charm Merle attempted. Not a bite from anyone. So Merle stumbled through the cluster of tents, only half as high as he’d like to be and blue balls stiff between his legs. Just as he’s about to turn a corner towards his tent on the outskirts with his brother’s, he catches a pretty sight.

Not that Merle is gay. Of course not. But the man is asleep with his tent partly unzipped, shirt off and back arched like a damn whore. How could Merle not stare just a little. His eyes trail over your back, bare and just fuzzied by the drugs in his system that he may mistake things enough to ignore the dick between your legs.

So he kicks your foot, waking you up.

Your hand goes to your knife first, then you turn to see it’s not something dead behind you. “What, Merle?”

“Ya a queer?”

You squint at him, off put by the way he says it. “Why’re you asking?”

He shrugs. “Fella can’t be curious.”

“Not with that Nazi symbol on your bike you can’t.” You close your hand around your knife. “Go away.”

Merle chuckles, raising his hand in mock surrender. “Woah, woah, there… I was just askin’.”

You stare at him for a moment. “Fine. Yeah, I like men. I’m a queer. Are we done here?”

Merle bites at the inside of his cheek, trying to come up with the right words. “Ya let me fuck ya?”

“What?” You ask, sitting up to look at him properly.

Merle scoffs. “Ya heard me. Would ya?”

“Why would you-“

“Ladies ‘round here bein’ stingy.” Merle shrugs. “Hole’s a hole.”

“You’re joking.” You say in disbelief.

“Ain’t like I never fucked an ass before. It’s the same shit.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s really not.”

“Aw, come on, I’ll be quick.” Merle attempts a pout. “Ain’t no trouble.”

You sigh, shaking your head because you know it’s a dumb idea somewhere deep down. “Fine.”

Merle grins. “Atta boy.”

“Get on with it then.” You sigh, watching Merle step inside. “Zipper.”

Merle turns and zips the tent closed behind him, fumbling with it for longer than any regular person would. When he turns his hands go straight to his belt.

You watch his fingers move for a second. “You ever fucked another man before.”

Merle snorts. “Course not. I ain’t a queer.”

“It’s a little different, you know.”

“What?” Merle sneers. “I gotta play with yer pecker er somethin’?”

You shake your head. “Not necessarily. But you have to stick your fingers in for a while and stretch things out.”

“Yer just picky.”

“Maybe. Just do it, asshole, or I’m not gonna let you fuck anything.”

Merle pulls his belt free. “Fine. Pants off then, sweetheart.”

You huff, annoyed at Merle already, but it’s been far too long since you’ve had this chance. You pull your pants off, ignoring Merle’s eyes on your legs and turn around to lay on your stomach.

“Alright.” Merle grins, shuffling up behind you and nudging your legs apart. “What am I doin’ here, sweetheart?”

You turn your head back, half wanting to see the sight. “Put your fingers in your mouth.”

“Why?”

“Spit’s the only lube we have.” You mutter. “Just do it.”

Merle glares slightly, but does as he’s told and presses three fingers past his lips. He sucks on them, his other hand already going to your hip. It’s clear he’s never been the type to do this with any of the women he’s been with either. Without prompting, he drops the hand down and traces until he finds your rim.

“Ya ready for Merle’s magic fingers, boy?”

“Shut up.”

Merle chuckles, circling his finger around before slowly pushing inside. “Whew…” Merle exclaims. “Tight little thing, ain’t ya?”

You open your mouth to speak but Merle’s finger drags against your prostate and all you can manage is a groan as you bury your face down into your pillow.

He leans over you, his hand moving up to grip at the bare skin of your chest. “I find somethin’ good?”

You nod, mindlessly pushing back into him. “Fuck, Merle…”

He repeats the drag, his fingers moving quickly to fuck whatever sounds he can get out of you. You don’t expect much more, but he leans down and presses his lips to your neck. He trails sloppy kisses over your skin, his fingers fully thrusting into you at a quick pace.

“You want me?” Merle murmurs next to your ear. “Want Merle to fuck ya better than some fairy ever could, don’t ya?”

“Yeah…” You answer, spreading your legs as much as you can. “Why you’re here, isn’t it?”

Merle grins against your skin. “You just be a good boy. You’re good at that.”

He sits back up, removing his fingers and positioning himself properly behind you. His hands fix on your waist, pulling you back and propping you up on your widespread knees. You feel his tip press against you for just a second before he presses inside. There certainly isn’t enough lubrication or preparation, so the stretch of being entered hurts just enough to make a few whines form in your throat. Merle pushes all the same, stretching you open and filling you up with everything he has.

He groans as he bottoms out, running a hand over your spine. “You feel so damn good, sweetheart.” He squeezes your hip slightly. “Might turn me gay…”

Before you can think much about that, Merle begins to piston his hips at a quick pace. Both of his hands grip tightly at your hips and the force of his thrusts presses you forward into your pillow, only held up at the waist for Merle to fuck into you properly. You let him, relaxing into the hold and letting him use you because the slide of his dick hitting your prostate feels better than anything else. Merle pushes you down to lay flat, leaning over you and rocking into you as his head dips against your shoulder. The sleeping bag below you rubs at your dick with every thrust Merle gives you.

“Knew I liked you.” Merle mutters, half to himself. “Better than any damn woman… shit, sweetheart.”

Merle’s hips stutter and he groans as he releases, burying himself as deep as he can into you. You take heavy breaths as Merle relaxes on top of you, trying to ignore the squirming feeling of not having finished. Then Merle’s hand snakes under you, pumping furiously fast and gripping hard until you mutter his name and your vision blurs for a moment as you spurt cum onto your sleeping bag.

His hand slows to a massaging tempo and you can hear him inhaling strongly. “Ya gotta let me do that again sometime, boy.” He murmurs. “God, yer making me inta a queer.”

“Happy to help.” You mutter, still catching your breath.

Merle chuckles, letting both arms encircle you as he fully lets himself relax on top of you. “So ya liked my dick in ya?”

You bury your head into your pillow, avoiding his annoying question.

Merle chuckles. “Lemme sleep here?”

“Whatever.”

“Can I fuck ya in the mornin’?”

“If you want.”

He grins, settling his lips right next to your ear. “Ya gonna help keep little Merle warm all night too?”

You groan as he pushes against you, his soft dick still filling you and linking the both of you together. “Just sleep, jackass.”

He chuckles again. “Whatever you say, queer.”

Just wanna say that I love your writing sm, it's so well done. Wondering if you're working on any more fics rn?

tysm hfijribdk <3333

currently working on daryl x single dad, will do the rick idea i had from the same post afterthat, and then i get inspired from songs alot

i might have a plan for a carl birds of a feather childhood friend one :3

so wink wink nudge nudge, if anyone wants a thing based off a song i will happily do it

this is hilarious to me. the LANDSLADE SWEEP.

100 FOLLOWERS ????!?!?!?!?

im gonna cry omg

for it ill write an actual oneshot like "i still think ur beautiful" but for who?

feel free to send asks with what u might want written, start the ask with 100 follower special, the ones i dont choose ill write an imagine thing for :3

words can not explain the hatred i have for bethyl fans.

Young Norman Reedus COULD GET IT

you who just sent me a request for the 10k x addys twin brother

i send you, a kiss

Y/N: What’re you trying to say, Daryl?

Daryl, biting the side of his thumb: I dunno. Just feel like I can be myself ‘round ya, that’s all.

Y/N: You’re grumbly and awkward and quiet around me.

Daryl, blushing: Yeah.

IDC. I absolutely require dark!daryl. I need him clinically at this point. I need daryl who quite literally does not want to let you go, on the verge of being deranged and unstable just at the mere thought of you ever leaving him, he’d never let that happen, he’d never let anything bad ever happen to the closer thing to heaven he’s got.

I want him sick and twisted. I want him to be so obsessed that sex isn’t even close enough and he wants to literally share skin with you. I want him crazed and erratic when another man steps simply too close to you. I want him to be so goddamned angry to the point where he can only think in the color red, so angry that almost nobody can hold him back from killing a man with his very bare hands.

There isn't a thing in the world that he wouldn't do if it meant he got to spend an eternity with you, even if meant having to eat someone alive, he’d do anything. He doesn't know who he is without you, how he’d live without being able to feel your warm and soft flesh, without being able to feel your gentle kisses pestering his face, how he wouldn’t be able to completely lose all sense of reality and experience pure euphoria when sinking into your wet warmness, how could any man possible live like that? I want dark!daryl who never wants to be without you, who would genuinely lose all sanity he had left without you.