she/her, before i was a writer i was an editor on instagram (@sanjixvc) and tik tok (@blossomkirk) had nothing to do with twd then i only edited animanga and bands i liked. nowadays i edit kpop on tik tok (@wooyungz)
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media: walking dead (season 9 so far), invincible, alice in borderland, one piece, jik, dexter, breaking bad
okay so here’s why j haven’t been active read below the cut
OKAY HELLO EVERYONE
i started my senior year of high school last week and the entire summer i was working hence why i was gone 🥲🥲 this week my college classes (duel enrollment) start too so i’ve just been like AHHHHHHH everywhere LOL
i feel like a lot of people don’t know i’m still a high school student… i am enrolled at my community college though majoring in nueroscience—but after high school graduation (may ‘26), i’ll be at asu!
i was SO overwhelmed over the summer so i just logged out of this account as a whole. i literally just logged back on LOL
honestly i don’t know if i’ll continue to post here but i’ll be writing…probably just never finishing them so i can’t post them 💔
i’m here! :)) as you guys can tell i haven’t been as active, i’m still here don’t worry!! for those who don’t know, i work at my school and since school starts in 2 weeks, we’ve been like preparing HARD these past 3 weeks (since registration is this week-next week)
it’s hard to write, work, and prepare about my final year of school! 🥲🥲 but i still am writing it’s just not as often as before :D i still read requests and check my inbox daily 💕💕
Is the last 2 seasons of the walking dead really worth it to watch? I stopped watching after the pikes scene and just went over to TOWL. I need to convince myself to finish the series!!
YESS ITS WORH IT!!!
i’m still on season 10, but the pike scene made me even more invested. you should continue it because you learn more about alpha, negan, even a negan backstory which was unexpectedly good??
idk why people hate on 10-11 so much i literally LOVE season 10 it’s one of my favorites
summary⌇ after a conversation you and daryl had in the woods—the words he can’t always say, he finally whispered when he thinks you’re asleep
warnings⌇none :)
word count⌇0.9k
The sun was low when you finally stopped walking.
The trees around you had started to thin out, opening into a quiet clearing, half drenched in golden light. It had been Daryl’s idea to come out here—no real reason, no mission or run or task, just the kind of day where neither of you wanted to sit in the same walls in Alexandria. The kind of day that needed air and sky and space to feel like yourself again.
You didn’t even say much as you walked. You never had to. It was one of the things Daryl loved most about being with you—how your silence was never empty. It was just soft. Easy. Like breathing. Like peace.
He sat beside you now in the grass, arms resting over bent knees, crossbow abandoned somewhere behind him. The wind was gentle, barely moving the leaves. And in front of you, the horizon burned slow with honey gold and amber, the last of the light casting long shadows across Daryl’s profile. He was still watching the sky when he felt it. The soft weight of your gaze settling on him instead.
He glanced your way, brows twitching into the smallest knit.
“What?” he mumbled, his voice low and rough.
But you only smiled, slow and quiet like the light around you.
“I’m just so lucky,” you said.
His nose twitched like he didn’t know what to do with that.
“Jesus. Can’t even get a minute without you cheesin’ over me, huh?”
You laughed gently and bumped your shoulder against his.
“Can’t help it,” you whispered. “You’re beautiful.”
The word hit him like a weight. You watched his expression shift—not in a way most people would notice. But you did. His eyes dropped for a second. His shoulders went still. And then, almost like he had to reset, he cleared his throat and looked off again, avoiding your gaze.
You leaned your head against his shoulder, your voice even softer now.
“I know you’re not one for words,” you murmured. “That’s why I always tell you how much I love you. Someone’s gotta do the talking for both of us.”
He didn’t say anything. But he didn’t move, either. He just stayed there—still and warm and steady while the sun dipped behind the trees and left nothing behind but the quiet and the knowing.
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By the time you made it back to Alexandria, the sky was dark.
The walk back had been quiet, hands brushing occasionally. Daryl always seemed more thoughtful at night, like the dark made it easier for him to exist without feeling like he had to explain himself. You never pushed him for words. You just followed him home.
Once inside, you both changed quietly. You slipped on a clean shirt, Daryl tugged a loose tee over his head. The routines were natural now, shared like second nature—soft touches here and there, the brush of fingers at your back, the subtle checkin of “you good?” murmured into the hallway.
It wasn’t long before you were both in bed, the sheets cool and clean. You curled into your side, body relaxed, limbs heavy in that way that only happened when you’d spent the whole day with the man you loved. You didn’t even say goodnight. You just sighed contentedly, and let the quiet lull you into sleep.
Daryl lay there, back half turnt to you at first. But after a while, he rolled over. Just to look.
And there you were. Already asleep.
The moonlight from the window framed your face in soft silver, and Daryl’s breath caught a little in his throat. He didn’t know why it always hit him like this, seeing you still, peaceful, unbothered by the world. It did something to him. Made his chest ache. Made his hands twitch with the want to hold you closer than he already did.
He stared at you for a long time.
Then, carefully, he lifted a hand, brushing a loose strand of hair from your cheek. His thumb lingered near your temple, barely there. You didn’t stir.
His voice, when it came, was barely above a whisper.
“You looked at me like I was the one glowin’.”
He swallowed. Tried again.
“You’re the one that’s beautiful. You always been.”
A pause. The kind that stretched like a held breath.
“I—I ain’t good at sayin’ it. Ain’t ever been. But I love you. Been meanin’ to say that more.”
His voice broke just slightly on the last word. But you didn’t wake. You just breathed slow and even, and he let the silence settle again.
He scooted closer, his chest now barely brushing your back, one arm curling around your waist like it belonged there. His forehead dipped until it rested gently against the back of your shoulder, and he breathed you in—soft, lavender warm, familiar.
“I love you,” he whispered again, softer this time. “So damn much.”
I wanna start writting about Daryl but I'm sooo nervous and scared I'll mess it uppp😭
How did you get into writting? Any advice for me?
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hi bae!
don’t be nervous!!!! the best thing about writing is YOURE writing it, it can be anything you want! there’s no messing up!
i got into writing because i got bored one day and wanted to try writing x reader (because i took ap lit) :3 anyways—after that i liked it and decided to post on tumblr so people could enjoy it :)
my advice for you babe is to just write whatever you want, don’t be limited to just what you see on tumblr. be creative and write however you want!
Summary: After a tough run that resulted in the loss of a group member, you wake up to realize just how much Daryl has been carrying.
Warnings/Tags: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, suicidal ideation, references to self-harm (doesn't occur in the fic), depression, established relationship, female reader (she/her), season two, no use of y/n
Word count: 1.1k words
A/N: As someone who deals with mental health issues and has struggled with the themes of this piece, writing this meant a lot to me. It's heavily implied that Daryl is passively suicidal, and it can be seen in the earlier seasons of the show where he has little regard for his safety. I can't remember the exact episode or season, but there's a scene where he doesn't hesitate to stay in a locked car surrounded by walkers so that Aaron can get out. This can be interpreted as him being sacrificial, but I've always thought that it was him not caring whether or not he made it out. Anyway, there's a major trigger warning for self-harm and ideation in this fic. If you find yourself in a mental health crisis and you live in the US, call or text 988.
Feeling the absence of Daryl's warmth, you stirred from your slumber and rolled over. He wasn't in the bed, which wasn't usually concerning, but something felt off. There was no way to explain what you were feeling - maybe it was gut instinct. The lamp was on, and it took a minute for your eyes to adjust to the soft light.
You looked over at the corner of the tent and saw Daryl sitting there. He was cleaning one of his hunting knives, and he had a far-away look in his eyes. His hands trembled slightly, and his gaze lingered on the blade for a beat too long. You sat up on the cot and spoke softly so you wouldn't startle him.
“Daryl, baby, what's goin' on?”
He flinched and looked up at you with a stunned look on his face. Daryl didn't drop the knife; if anything, his grip tightened. “Ain't gonna do nothin'.”
Picking up on what he was implying, you stood up and walked over to him. You'd been in the same place he was, and you knew how dangerous this line of thinking could be. You crouched in front of him and held your hand out.
“Please give me that.”
Daryl hesitated and turned his head to avoid your gaze. You weren't going to stop, though.
“Daryl, please.”
Taking a shaky breath, he nodded and slowly handed you the knife. You laid it to the side and sat down beside him. He was anxiously fumbling with the hem of his shirt, and you could tell that he was trying not to look at your face.
“What's goin' on in your head?”
For a moment, Daryl hesitated again before speaking quietly. His voice wavered, and his tone was much more timid than you were used to.
“Somethin' ain't right with me. Can't sleep or stop thinkin'. It should've been me, y'know?”
The group had lost someone on this last run, and Daryl took it harder than expected. Your heart broke hearing what he had said, and you reached over to gently grab his hand. Initially, he tensed, but then he softened into your touch. Your fingers interlaced, and you did your best to stay calm. Panicking or making him feel guilty would only make things worse.
“I know it might feel that way, but I'm really glad that it wasn't you. You mean a great deal to me, and I wouldn't be the same if I lost you.”
Even though he was refusing to make eye contact, you watched as his eyes filled with tears and he quickly tried to blink them away. Watching him struggle felt sickeningly familiar, and it made your chest ache.
“I wasn't actually gonna do nothin' - was just thinkin' 'bout it. I'm real tired, sweetheart. Maybe things would be easier if everythin' just stopped.”
“Your pain might've been gone, but you would've just passed it on to me.”
You weren't saying this to shame him; it was simply the truth. You would be lost without him, and it was devastating to see him like this. You controlled your reaction, though.
To your surprise, your words got through to him, and that's when he broke down. He was crying, but it wasn't dramatic, loud weeping. This was his body finally releasing what it had been holding. His shoulders shook with silent sobs, and his hands instinctively covered his face. As a child, he'd been taught not to show emotion in front of others, but you were different. You were safe.
Without saying anything, you pulled him closer and held him through it. Daryl's body shook against yours, and his hands were still shielding his face. You regulated your breathing in an attempt to encourage him to match it and carefully ran your fingers through his hair.
“I've got you, baby. Ain't goin' nowhere.”
Usually, he wouldn't let anyone hold him like this, but he allowed it. His breathing was starting to even out, and his tears had slowed down. Daryl removed his hands from his face and lay his head in your lap. Seeking out your comfort like this made him feel weak, but he couldn't help it.
You continued stroking his hair, and you used your fingernails to lightly scratch his scalp. This sometimes helped him sleep, and you hoped that it would soothe him. He was still taking measured breaths, but he was calming down. After a moment, he broke the silence and turned his head to look up at you through damp eyelashes.
“I'm sorry for breakin' down on you like I'm some kind of pussy. Ain't s'posed to get like this.”
“Don't ever apologize for bein' human, baby. I'd rather see you like this than have to bury another person that I love.”
Trying not to get emotional again, he nodded and dragged his calloused palm over his face to clear his tears. Your words were comforting, and your touch helped in ways that he couldn't even begin to describe. He felt a wave of gratitude wash over him, and he couldn't help the small smile that pulled at the corner of his lips.
“Thank you for bein' here with me, darlin'. It helps more than you could ever know. I hope that I ain't scare you or nothin'.”
“You didn't scare me at all, my love. I've been in your position - I used to try to bleed out all the bad in my life. It doesn't help, though.”
Hearing that hurt his heart, but he was thankful that you were being honest. Daryl didn't want you to feel the same darkness that he did, but he appreciated you sharing that with him. He knew how hard it was for you to be open about your mental health.
“I'm sorry that you felt that way. Do you ever get that urge now?”
“Sometimes, but I've got good people around me and reasons to stay. Just like you do. I know it's hard to see that, though.”
”I feel it, but it ain't somethin' that I'm used to. I'm not sure that I even deserve it.”
“You deserve everythin', baby. Let me help you carry this.”
Relaxing into your touch again, he felt himself getting drowsy, and he nodded against your lap. If you kept this up, he would be asleep in a few minutes. You used your free hand to trace the features of his face, and smiled softly as you watched his shoulders fully drop.
“You wanna move back to the bed or stay here?”
“Can we just lie like this? It feels good.”
You watched Daryl cringe a little at the neediness in his voice, but you didn't stop your movements. You continued what you were doing and nodded.
“Of course, my love.”
Within minutes, his eyes fluttered shut, and his body sagged against you. Daryl was fast asleep, and you allowed yourself to rest. The two of you slept like this - your back against the tent wall and him sprawled across your lap until the early morning.
hello to my favorite writer on tumblr!! totally understand if you don't this cause it's a little freaky... and also ik you have a lot of requests rn so no worries/pressure trust me i get it queen🩷🩷
anyways my idea involves daryl and c*ckwarming... like reader being to tired to have sex but complaining to daryl about feeling empty and he just puts it in to make her feel better/full and they just fall asleep UGHHH it'd be so sweet. and hey maybe that's not even that freaky but anyways
again your such a great writer and remember to be kind to yourself/give yourself a break if you need to!! <3
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Empty
⌇daryl dixon x reader
summary⌇cockwarming with daryl :3
warnings⌇cockwarming but no actual 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 stuff
word count⌇0.9k
a/n⌇first off I LOVE YOU ANON THANK YOU MY LOVE 🫰🫰 this isn’t too 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 if anything this is one of the most TAME things i’ve written! second—i totally forgot i wrote this i just opened google docs to start something else and it opened to this omg here guys enjoy and like and subscribe for more
The bed was too big without him.
The sheets were warm, freshly tossed from his side of the mattress, but the weight was gone. You curled your knees toward your chest, burying your face in the pillow he’d just slept on. It still smelled like him—something only he carried. Your eyes burned.
You weren’t sad. Not really. Just… tired.
Empty.
Nothing in you wanted to cry or scream or even move. You just laid there, blinking slow, like a machine that hadn’t powered off properly.
The door creaked open. His footsteps were quiet—always were—but your body still twitched at the familiar sound.
You didn’t lift your head. Just sighed softly into the pillow. “You showered?”
“Yeah.” His voice was low, raspy. “Didn’t mean t’wake ya.”
You shook your head lazily, still not looking at him. “Wasn’t asleep.”
There was a pause. Then the mattress dipped behind you and you felt his palm slide across your waist as he leaned close.
“Somethin’ wrong?” he murmured.
You swallowed hard. You didn’t mean to say it—didn’t even plan to—but your voice cracked on instinct, low,
“I just feel empty.”
His hand stopped. Stayed right there, holding you like he was afraid to let go.
You heard him exhale through his nose. Then he kissed your shoulder, soft and slow.
You finally turned your head. Your eyes met his. The softness in them nearly broke you. There wasn’t pity, there was only care.
He kissed your cheek. Brushed your hair back. Let his fingers linger a little longer along your jaw, then whispered:
“Y’wanna feel close, baby? Jus’ need me to stay?”
You blinked back warmth. Nod. “I just… don’t want to feel like this anymore. Just for tonight.”
He nodded too. “Yeah? I gotcha. C’mere.”
Daryl pulled you into him, tugging the sheets down, the quiet of the night swallowing the space between your bodies. He undressed you gently—not like he wanted to fuck you, not like he was rushing. Just carefully. Like undressing a wound.
He slid off his own boxers, slow and quiet. His hands were warm when they moved across your hips, guiding you into his lap. You straddled him, breath catching just a little as he lined himself up.
There was no fanfare. No foreplay. Just… connection.
The stretch was warm and easy, your body already so used to his. You sank down with a sigh that caught in your throat, pressing your chest to his as you slid him all the way inside. And once he was there,deep and still, you exhaled like you had just remembered how to.
“That better?” he whispered, pressing his lips to your temple.
You nodded against his neck. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders. He held you tighter.
Neither of you moved.
You weren’t doing this to get off.
You were doing this to feel full.
To feel held.
To let someone else carry the weight for a while.
He ran his fingers up and down your spine, whispering praise that wasn’t even meant to arouse—it was just the truth.
“So warm like this…”
“Ain’t never felt anythin’ like you…”
“You’re safe, baby. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
“Just let me hold you. That’s all y’gotta do tonight.”
Your legs softened around his hips. His hands spread wide across your back like he was trying to protect every inch of you. You blinked slow. His heartbeat thudded under your ear like a lullaby.
“M’gonna fall asleep like this,” you mumbled, already drifting.
He chuckled so softly, rubbing slow circles into your hips.
“That’s alright. I’ll be right here. Jus’ sleep, sweetheart.”
hi pookie! just wanted to say thank you for your prayers, i’m recovering well and i appreciate them very much 💖 sending you love and prayers right back for your heat headaches 💞 i get them too and they are the worst 😭 my heart goes out to you lovey, feel better soon!
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MY BAE I BARLEY SAW THIS 🥹🥹 you guys are ALL in my prayers always 💕💕me and God love yall so much guys i love all of you guys i want to put you all in my pocket :3
first off, im so happy you’re okay my love. Heatstroke is NO joke.
second… AAAAAAAAPDOOEODLSKJDJEKD YOUR SCORE that’s so exciting 🥹 I hope you get into the school you’re hoping for
in conclusion; welcome back, I missed you, and im proud of u
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YOURE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT QUEENS HEATSTROKE IS NOT A JOKE GUYS PLEASE STAY HYDRATED THIS SUMMER!!
THANK YOU SO MUCH MY BAE 🥹🥹 i honestly only took that ap class for the gpa boost LOL so i was so happy to get a 3! unfortunately—that score doesn’t count for the college im going to😔😔 asu is harsh man 😔 BUT LOL it’s okay duel enrollment classes save me :3
to my non american friends, ap classes are Advanced Placement classes that YOU pay for (about $60 i think). you take the class as a highschool student and if you have an A, it transfers to your transcript as a 5 rather than a 4–thus the GPA boost. at the end of the school year, you take the college bored AP exam for the class you took. if you score 0-2 you do NOT get the college credit, 3-5 is passing the exam and depending on what college you want to go to, some accept 3’s. some colleges are VERY picky and only accept 5’s…that’s why ap classes are a scam in my opinion..
