Daryl's POV:
My mouth is dry and my hands begin to tremble. It is no surprise tho. Senpai Donald is extreeeeemely hot. His eyes look like the dead sea.
I can practically see the corpses swimming on the water surface. His skin is a beautiful shade of orange, his spray tan is dripping off his pretty body. I look at his ridiculously big mouth and think that he would look amazing with red lipstick on the pretty mouth of his.
I think of him pressing his big sloppy lips on my my small rosebud mouth. "What are you thinking about, kitten ?" he screams.
His spit flies out of his mouth all over my body. I try not to scream out of joy. "I..I.. I'm sorry sir. I am just r... really im.. impressed by you. Y.. you held y...your promise and made America gr9 again. I mean, look around. " I muttered, my eyes downcast.
Daddy Donald looked at the wracked buildings mostly closed shops and zombies. The orange man is clearly proud of himself. What Donald does next leaves me in shock. "You can call me big D", he says while winking at me. Then he hands me a little piece of paper. I dare not to look at it until he walks away, leaving me in the middle of the street. I open it and all I see is a number. I decide to call it when I am at home.
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Donald Trump x Shrek x Daryl
FanfictionDonald Trump is president of the USA. After a zombie apocalypse caused by horse meat in lasagna, Donald is the only living human being on this planet who didn't turn into a zombie. But what happens when the president falls in love with a zombie and...
