Coming Out To Tara

Pairing: Tara Chambler x female reader

Word Count: 1190

Warnings: None, just good old fluff/angst between two gay women

This is a prompt that I have been wanting to write for myself for a while now, given as I love Tara and I am a partially-closeted bi-sexual girl, so I feel like we can all appreciate this sort of prompt :)

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You had a huge secret that you have managed to hide from the group, for the most part. Before the world went to shit, you were just another woman in the closet, confused and scared. When it all ended, you figured that your problems with having to hide your sexuality would end as well, but that was not the case. You had to lie from time to time, such as when you would have late night talks with Maggie or Beth, asking if you liked anyone in the group or about previous lovers.

When you met Tara, you knew you were in trouble. You found her very attractive right away, and she was pretty openly gay, so you feared that she would figure you out and expose your secret. It’s not like you didn’t want everyone to know - you just wanted it to be on your own terms, when you were ready.

So when you guys got to know each other while out on the road after Terminus, you did your best to seem uninterested in any way other than a friend, and you thought that she was buying it. But once your group settled into Alexandria, you found it harder and harder to keep your feelings for her hidden.

One night you caught her sitting outside. You had come out for fresh air, only to be greeted by her sitting on the porch as well, glancing over her shoulder and smiling at you as you stepped out into the cool night. Your heart dropped at that smile. She’s so friendly, and caring, and beautiful. You couldn’t think of a single thing wrong with her. “Want some company?” You ask, standing beside her, waiting for her okay to sit. She nods, patting the stair for you to sit, so you do. You are wearing a sweater over your night clothes, since it isn’t a particularly warm night. But even with your sweater, you could tell you were going to be cold after a few minutes out here. You didn’t care though, you wanted to be alone with her.

She is wrapped in a blanket, looking cozy and adorable, so inviting. You snap out of your thoughts, realizing you’re probably staring, and turn your eyes to the dark empty streets, wondering how you ended up here.

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Unexpected*

Pairing: Tara Chambler x female reader

Request: “Hi I was wondering if you could right a Tara x fem reader smut? The reader goes on a supply run with Tara and starts to ramble on about liking her and Tara kisses her to calm her down and it leads to some stuff?”

Word Count: 3288

Warnings: NSFW - pretty graphic & intimate. Dry humping, strong language, adult themes and sexual content

IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE THEN DO NOT READ IT. NO HATE PEOPLE, ITS 2020!

A/N: I based the reader off of myself for the most part since the request didn’t specify so I hope this is what you wanted :) Feel free to send me more Tara requests, I love her and I would like to start writing more female x female imagines. This ended up being way longer than I anticipated because I got so wrapped up into it lol, I think I need a cold shower after this

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You had been pretty excited to go on this run with Tara. It was just the two of you, which was very uncommon, and you were looking forward to some alone time with her. Things had taken a turn in your friendship recently, and had led to you guys sharing a kiss. However, between your responsibilities taking up all of your time and not finding a good time to discuss what happened.

The run went well and you guys actually found a few important things. You hadn’t talked too much as you guys worked, trying to remain focused on the task at hand - but now you guys were getting ready to head back. “Want some?” You ask Tara as you outstretch your water bottle to her. She shuts the backdoor of the car and nods, taking the bottle from your hand. You lean up against the car and watch her as she takes a drink, your mind racing. “So, uh, when’re we gonna… Talk about what uh, happened the other day?” You stammer over your words awkwardly, unsure of how to start this conversation.

The thing is, Tara was the first girl you ever kissed. You had always had bi-sexual tenancies but the opportunity never arose before. All of the girls you had crushed on when you were younger were either straight or already in relationships with other women. When the world ended, you almost gave up on ever having a girlfriend - until you met Tara.

You have grown to have a giant crush on her, and even though you were very new to any sort of female relationship, you wanted to try it with her - if she shared your feelings.

“You mean when I kissed you.” She clarifies with a grin.

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Thank you for the tag @tinkabelle19 but I think I’ll start a new post since that one was getting long!

RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, reguardlessof how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIP's.

I uh. I got a lot of WIPs, so I’ll try and tag ppl that I think might be interested but I know I don’t know that many writers. Also. Yes. @desceros naming conventions bit me so all my new files have one line description names

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I have so much inspiration right now!!! Writing so many notes and planning plots for the next one shots. Lord I love and hate when my brain gets like this.

The insane number of notes in my phone, on my laptop, and in all of my notebooks full of fanfic inspiration over YEARS is crazy.

i go by she/they pronouns on here. and by that i mean i still think of myself as a she and think it’s totally normal when anyone else refers to me w she/her pronouns, but if you use they/them to refer to me i will literally be giddy kicking my feet

like you think of me as existing outside the gender binary? fr? i love you so much will you marry me? like that’s so sweet not even i do that

I have never related to something more!

vote!

Damn okay! Jealous/possessive Daryl x reader coming right up! ;)

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Preferences:

Negan x Reader x Daryl:

Merle x Reader x Daryl:

Daryl Dixon:

Negan:

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His Shirt

Request: “Can I request a fluff prompt? The “Are you wearing my shirt” one with Daryl please. Like it’s an accidental thing and the reader was in a hurry and just grabbed a shirt and went to do stuff and people give her weird looks/teases her and she doesn’t realize until Daryl says that when she returns. Please and thank you ❤❤”

This is such a cute request! I hope you like it!

Word Count: 630

Warnings: none, solely fluff

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This morning when you woke up, you had a splitting headache. It was awful, any light or noise was killing your head. But you had chores to do and unfortunately, could not lay in bed all day hiding under your pillow. Therefore, you trudged out of the warm comfort of your rock-hard prison bed, threw on a random shirt and pair of pants without really paying attention to what you grabbed, not caring in the slightest about what you looked like, and headed outside to start your day.

The day drug on, every little thing bothering you. You figured that all of the strange looks you were getting were because of how miserable and awful you seemed. When Glenn smirked at you, one eye squeezed shut to block out the sun, asking “Rough night?” you thought nothing of it, assuming it was because of your bad mood, and nod at him exhaustedly.

“You have no idea.” You respond, not seeing the shocked face he makes as you continue with the crops. He meant because you are wearing Daryl’s faded grey T-shirt, and you looked horrible, thinking that you guys were up getting it on all night, and you basically just unknowingly confirmed his incorrect thoughts. He chuckles to himself and starts heading back to the fence to continue clearing away piles of walkers.

As the day goes on, you still have not spoken to Daryl, since he and some of the other men were busy taking out the walkers pushing against the fence. You happened to glance up when he was finishing, looking in your direction. He nods at you, and you nod back, a small smile on your face. “So… Have a good night?” Michonne asks, startling you.

“Huh?” You respond, standing up straight and wiping the dirt from your hands onto your pants. “Why does everyone keep asking about my night?” You continue, wondering what you are missing. Michonne starts laughing, and low and behold, Daryl has just made his way over. He stares at you oddly for a moment, and you throw your hands up in the air. “What?! Is there dirt on my face or something? What is up with all the weird questions today?!” You exclaim, exasperated with everyone’s weirdness. Michonne only laughs harder and Daryl even smirks, chuckling to himself.

“Don’t think it has anythin t’ do with ya announcin t’ everyone bout us?” He jokes, squinting at you sideways in the sunlight. Your jaw drops a little - Daryl just let Michonne know you guys are together!

“What? I didn’t! But you just did!” You exclaim, utterly confused about this entire situation. “What is so funny?!” You turn to Michonne, raising your voice and eyebrows, utterly confused. She can’t stop laughing, holding her chest, and Daryl laughs himself. “Don’t think wearin my shirt is announcin t’ everyone?” He asks. Your eyes go wide as you slowly look down, and sure enough, you are wearing one of the shirts Daryl constantly wears.

You stare at it for a moment, then at Michonne, and finally shyly make eye contact with Daryl.

“Oops…” You mutter. Michonne catches her breath, patting you on the shoulder and walking away smiling, shaking her head. You just made her day. “Sorry.. I had a really bad migraine, so I didn’t even pay attention to what I put on! I’ll go change!” You ramble, afraid that you could have just accidentally pushed your boundaries with Daryl and scared him off. He only shakes his head, taking a few large strides over to you and wiping a little dirt off of your cheek.

“Nah. It looks better on ya.” He smirks, emitting a deep blush out of you as you nod and try to go back to your crop-work under his intense gaze.

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Flirting part 5

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Part 3 | Part 4

Warnings: None

Word Count: 539

Warnings: None

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After your little talk with Donnie, you had left the lair and went home to sulk. You missed the red clad turtle, you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms. It all got awkward, maybe your flirting pushed him away. You should have just left things the way they were, it’s all your fault…

Eventually, sleep overcame you and you fell asleep, still in your clothes from earlier, in a fetal position in your bed. Little were you aware, Raph had come by when the night fell, and stood on your balcony, watching you. He needed to know you were okay.

You are sleeping sound in bed, and he realizes how unaware of he had been of his affect on you. He quietly steps into your apartment, careful not to awaken you. He slowly approaches your sleepin form on the bed, the moonlight illuminating the room and yourself. As he gets closer, he admires how beautiful you really look. He can look at you as long as he pleases, really taking in all of your features, without worrying about you seeing him staring.

He towers over your form, gently lifting the blanket to rest over your body, causing you to stir lightly in your sleep. His hand trails over the blanket up to your face, hovering over your lips, studying their shape and plumpness and taking notice at how soft they look. He desperately wants to know how they would feel on his own. His hand lightly strokes against your cheek, which makes you subconsciously lean your face into his hand in your sleep. He smiles sadly at you, feeling his heart pounding uncontrollably in his chest, finally accepting just how head over shell he is for you.

He knows what he heard you tell Donnie, but he knows what’s best for you. He’d never be able to give you what you deserve, what you need. He doesn’t deserve you, he would only hold you back. So he slowly begins backing away as he notices you stirring more in your sleep, heading back to the window. He takes one last glance at you, just as you start to wake.

You swore you saw the outline of one of the turtles by your window in the dark, the faint red color catching your eye. You jump up in the dark and reach to switch on your bedside lamp, and as your eyes return to the window, the shadow is gone. You slump, realizing your subconscious is playing tricks on you. You miss him, and now you’re seeing things. A soft, disappointed sigh escapes your lips as you switch the lamp back off and collapse back into your pillows, frustrated.

Raph stands on the roof of the apartment complex, breathing heavily, angry and upset. You almost saw him. He needs to stay away from you. It’ll only make it harder for both of you if he can’t keep his distance. So he takes off, heading back for the lair, hopping onto the neighboring roof, stopping on it and returning his gaze back to your building, a churning feeling in his gut. He shakes his head and continues running, insisting to himself that he is doing what’s best for you.

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Don’t Leave Me

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

Prompt: Reader and Daryl broke up and she began hooking up with a new guy casually. Daryl comes by the morning after with news, what happens next…?

Warnings: A lot of angst, angry Daryl, mentions of violence, adult language & themes

Word Count: 3093

*not entirely accurate to plot of the show

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Daryl had some sort of effect on you that just drove you crazy. Every little thing about him drew you into him. So when he ended things between the two of you - you were crushed, to say the least. It had taken you since the farm to earn his trust, and only a few moments to destroy it.

It was no secret that Daryl was not one to trust easily, and it only made you feel worse that you managed to completely push him away. You hadn’t realized that your actions would have such a serious affect, but they had.

You and Daryl had taken your relationship to the next level shortly before arriving in Alexandria, although it had been in the works since the prison. It was a very slow process of getting him to let his walls down enough to let you in in any romantic way. It felt like you had accomplished mission impossible - and you had never been happier with anyone in your whole life. Your relationship was simple - you had his back, he had yours. You were his and he was yours.

It wasn’t a PDA filled, childish mess - just a simple understanding. Your emotions were deep enough to understand he relent to showing any sort of PDA, and even in private he wasn’t overly affectionate. You had only slept together two times in the year that you had been together, but it made each time that much better. It was good between the two of you, something you’d never intentionally sacrifice in a million years.

So when you and Daryl got into a very heated argument, you knew that you had fucked up. It all started because of the Saviors. Obviously things were tense with the war going on. Carl had just passed, Alexandria was partially burnt down, Hilltop was starving, everyone was feeling beat. Your relationship had been strained since Daryl was taken prisoner - he was affected by it more than he let on. He was distant for a few weeks after escaping, but eventually he let you back in. He needed you - you helped him get through it.

But with Rick and Maggie growing so desperate to end the war, to kill Negan - and the Saviors attacks becoming worse, things were looking bad. You had no time to worry about your relationship because everyone was always so busy planning for their next attack, scavenging or being on guard. The only time you saw Daryl was out on a run, or occasionally late at night after you had both finished watch. It had taken a toll, but you leaned on each other to get through it.

One day, Rosita was sneaking out on her own, planning on taking out Negan herself, like she had tried before with Sasha. You caught her, and when you couldn’t stop her, decided to tag along. You only had a few minutes to gather a handful of supplies for the trip, and Daryl was nowhere to be found. Truth be told, it was probably better that way. He’d never let you go.

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Headcanons: Being under the mistletoe with Mr Darcy

Requested by anon - I’m not sure if you wanted a single headcanon for being under the mistletoe with all the characters you sent in, or separate headcanons for each, but I am doing the second one - I hope that’s okay :)

-It would have been a complete accident that you found yourself under the mistletoe with Mr Darcy

-You were at a Christmas party held by a family friend

-You would have been walking through the doorway at the same time and stopped to say hello to each other

-Another person you were both friends with would bashfully tell you just what you were standing under

-You would both look up and then meet each others eyes

-It would be difficult to read Mr Darcys emotions

-Mr Darcy would then make a quick remark about how stupid the tradition was

-You were not surprised that that would have been his response but you still felt the awkwardness of the situation

-Just as you were about to remark that you felt the same about it to help diffuse the tension you froze when you saw Mr Darcy move closer to you

-He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on your cheek

-The kiss was much closer to your lips than you thought it would have been

-And it was not a quick kiss, he seemed to linger for a moment

-When he pulled away, you were speechless

-Darcy, without responding bowed lightly to you before walking away 

-Leaving both you and your friend mildly shocked about the situation

-You were left to wonder what would happen the next time you and Mr Darcy would be alone