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~Masterlist~

Daryl Dixon 🏹

♡ - fluff

◇ - angst

☆ - smut

Headache ♡

Y/N can't deal with her headache, so Daryl takes care of her

Holding hands with Daryl ♡

Headcanons on Daryl and reader holding hands

Braiding Daryl's hair ♡

Judith and reader know Daryl has a soft spot for them and they use it to their advantage

Skip the conditioner ♡☆

You find a creative way to get Daryl to take a shower

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Yo

May I request something about Daryl dealing with our headache/migraine? Like we're in so much pain, crying and banging our head with our fists and he -ever so softly- holds our hands and helps us?

Thanks

Headache

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: self harm (frustration caused)

Word count: 0.4k

Summary: Daryl helps you through a pain that leaves you helpless on the bathroom floor.

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A/N: There is absolutely no excuse for me to be replying so late to this, I just wasn't active and I'm very sorry 🙏

I actually really loved this request because it's so fluffy and wholesome ✨️

I hope you enjoy it~

• Y/N woke up with a slight headache, and noticing the slight grimace on her face, Daryl checked up on her by asking if everything was okay.

• Y/N shrugged it off as a minor headache, reassured him with a smile, and the both of them went about their day.

• She was going about her chores with Maggie, but as time went on, the dull throb morphed into sharp stabbing pain behind her eyes.

• When Daryl noticed she wasn't with Maggie, he got curious.

• When he found out she went back to their shared house, he felt bad because she was in pain, so he stopped by the pantry and stole some chocolate for you.

• When he entered the forementioned house, a cold sweat covered him as he heard Y/N's quiet sobs and dull thuds.

• He was ready to kick someone's ass, but his anger morphed into confused concern when he ran into the bathroom to see her crying and dropping her head against the tile walls repeatedly.

"Hey hey hey, what are ya doin', crazy woman?" He asked after running to her, lowering himself and holding her against his chest, his hand cupping the back of her head just where she let it hit the cold wall.

"It hurtsss" she drew out the s before breaking into sobs and leaning more into his chest, staying like that for a minute or two before starting to hit herself on the head with her fists in frustration.

"He- HEY" Daryl grabbed Y/N's hands into his, being careful so his grip wasn't painful. "Look at me. Ya can't be hurtin' yourself like that pumpkin. Let me take care of you." Y/N let out a gentle whine as Daryl kissed her forehead and gently lifted her up in his arms, carrying her to their shared bed.

• After putting Y/N to bed and then running downstairs to get her some ibuprofen, Daryl made sure to pull on the curtains in the room so his girl wouldn't be bothered by the piercing light.

• Coming home to find Y/N in pain like that worried him, and even more, the reaction his partner had made him feel helpless, and if anything, feeling helpless is something Daryl hates the most.

• Y/N silently thanked him as he got under the covers with her, pulling her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her tightly, and kissing the top of her head.

"Try to get some sleep, pumpkin; I'll be right here if ya need me." He mumbled into her hair, closing his eyes, and felt sleep creep up on him also.

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Y/N: "Chill out for a second and let me figure this out."

Daryl: "Chill out? CHILL OUT?! WE'RE SURROUNDED BY WALKERS"

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Daryl, finding a note from Y/N: "I'm waiting for you in the bathroom ;)"

Daryl, entering the bathroom: "This is a nice welcome home"

Y/N, slamming the door behind him and locking it: "YOU'RE NOT COMING OUT UNTIL YOU SHOWER, HEAR ME?"

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Daryl: " 'm goin' out on a run with Rick"

Y/N: *narrows eyes*

Daryl: "Wha'?"

Y/N: "Historians would call you best friends, ya know?"

Tara: *snorts*

Daryl: "And what's that supposed t' mean?"

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*the first night in alexandria*

Rosita and Abraham: *heavy breathing*

Y/N and Daryl: *kissing sounds*

Maggie and Glenn: *chuckles and giggling*

Rick: "WHEN DID THIS BECOME A WHORE HOUSE???"

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hello, i love your conversation things. the “bite me” “where” one really got me tho bc i didn’t get it was meant to be innuendo and thought y/n was just mad at daryl and wanted to actually bite him. like now think about y/n saying that bc they’re angry feral not horny feral 🤣

Tbh I love it both ways :), I also imagined it like reader suddenly stepping closer to him, right in front of him then lowering their voice and saying it more of a flirtatious voice in a joking manner but it turning out way more intimate. Carol would probably be cackling somewhere in the distance and wouldn't stop teasing him about it :)

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Daryl: "Bite me!

Y/N: "Where?"

Rick: *gasps, covers Carl's ears*

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Carol: "And what's stuck up your ass today?" *asking Daryl*

Y/N: "I made him take a shower"

Daryl: *growls in clean*

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Y/N: *staring at Daryl fixing his bike*

Maggie: “Hey Y/N, a little help over here?”

Y/N: *too distracted staring at Daryl*

Maggie: *whispers into Y/N's ear* “Why are you so thirsty?”

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Skip the conditioner

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Warnings: a little spicy if you squint Word count: 0.9k Summary: You find a way to wash his hair. . A/N: I am honestly not the happiest with this one :P

After a week on the run, it was safe to say you felt absolutely disgusted. You smelled; you were sticky, sweaty, and grimy without your last name being Grimes. Now, if you didn’t have the option of showering like you didn’t before Alexandria, you would suck it up, but since you did, you were beyond annoyed at your current state. Daryl, on the other hand, couldn’t be less bothered. You wondered if it was because of his tough childhood and hygiene never being at the top of the priority list, or maybe he just stopped caring after so much time without a shower, or maybe you were just spoiled.

You let out a thankful sigh after entering your house, walking over, and throwing yourself on the couch with Daryl. You sat there for a while before you laid your head on his lap and looked up at him as he silently brought his hand over to your head and stroked the tangled mess on your head. You wanted to cuddle later; you missed it, but you preferred doing it when both of you were clean. You had that option now, and you were determined to use it. The problem was that you were almost completely sure that if he was as tired as you were, there was no chance of him agreeing to take a shower, so you decided to get creative. First, you had to get him in a good mood.

Food.

"What do you want for dinner?" You got up and walked into the kitchen after you kissed his chin.

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You didn’t eat at the dining table; you almost never did. Sitting together on the couch was something you both preferred, enjoying the proximity even if you didn’t have anything to talk about. Right now, you are commenting and laughing at the events that took place earlier on your run, mouths full of food, and still looking like you don’t know what soap is. After you finished eating, you took your plates and carried them over to the sink. When you came back, Daryl was resting on the couch with his eyes closed.

You tried to ignore the feeling of nervousness as you walked over to him and put your elbow next to his head on the headrest of the couch. He opened his eyes and looked at you, his eyebrows slightly raised. Leaning towards his ear, you couldn’t back out now.

"Im going to take a shower, and I wouldn’t be opposed to some company." You pressed a quick kiss on his forehead and started going up the stairs without making eye contact. You made sure to know where his boundaries were on touching, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, but you were still the one initiating any form of physical intimacy, and Daryl was still getting used to the affection. However, taking a shower together was something you'd never done before.

You climbed into the shower after stripping and stepped under the stream of water, keeping your fingers crossed. As you were halfway through scrubbing off the dirt from your body, you heard the bathroom door close, so you smiled to yourself.

"’S not nice to bribe someone." Observant as always. He climbed into the shower with you, giving you a second to steal a quick peek, but he noticed that too, raising his eyebrow.

"Tricking? Well, if you don’t want this, you can just go to sleep." He pulled you closer to him by your waist, so you put your hands against his chest.

"I ain't stupid." You moved your arms around his neck, allowing him to kiss you, before you pulled away and grabbed a bottle of shampoo, turning around and smiling at him.

"Be good, kay?" You teased him as you poured some into your hand and started scrubbing his hair with it.

Daryl missed you. Not because he didn’t see you; he didn’t leave you out of his sight on the run, but because he missed moments like these. Moments where you silently enjoyed each other's company without anyone else around. He wouldn’t be washing his hair otherwise, and getting to admire your naked form was a welcomed bonus in his book. Enjoying the way your fingers massaged his scalp and your proximity, he squeezed your waist.

You smiled. That was "I love you" in Daryl. A kiss wouldn’t hurt, so you leaned in and pressed your lips against his.

And then you didn’t separate.

"Hey, let me finish first." You spoke with a breathless giggle after what felt like a few seconds.

"Don’t you always finish first, princess?" You felt him smirk against your neck before he continued kissing it. The distractions as you struggled to rinse his hair didn’t stop, and Daryl loved feeling you periodically stop moving your hands as you tried to regain your composure.

"Come on, you know what I mea- ah!" You gasped when you felt his hand on your breast while he pulled you even closer by your hip.

"Finish what ya started, darlin"

Washing long forgotten, you decided two could play that game.

He let out a small grunt when you suddenly stepped forward, pressing yourself against him completely. You took one of his hands and moved it to your ass as you kissed and nibbled on his neck, your hands now slightly pulling his hair. You felt your back hit the wall and his lips on yours, hands heatedly grabbing at your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Let me finish what I started, Dixon." You teased him and started pulling away, just for him to pull you even closer.

"You can skip the conditioner."

Maybe he will start showering more often.

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Y/N: "I made you a flower crown!"

Daryl: "Do I look like a little girl to you?"

Y/N: "Okay, sorry." *tries to take it back*

Daryl: "Don't touch my flower crown."

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Braiding Daryl’s hair

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Warnings: none Word count: 0.6k . A/N: Sooo, this one took me was longer than I wanted it to because I was kind of busy and probably will be in the following week. Still, enjoy the fluffff <3

After finally getting comfortable around you, Daryl felt like the luckiest guy alive. He had someone to come back to after hunts; he had someone to share a house with in Alexandria; he had someone who loved him.

And in this moment, it was chewing on his ass.

You were babysitting little Judith while Rick had to handle something when Daryl came back from working on his bike in the garage. It had been a pretty relaxed day so far, and you were doing the little girl's hair while he ate and talked with the both of you.

The next thing he knows, he's seated on the couch in your living room, with you sitting on your knees and the little girl next to you handing you colourful ribbons and bows while instructing you where to use them on his head.

"I look ridiculous," he grumbled, looking at the small mirror the child handed him. You smirked, running your hands through his hair and twisting it into braids.

"Really? Jude, do you think he looks ridiculous?" You asked the tiny human being

"No! Do you really not like it?" She asked the archer with a disappointed pout, knowing exactly how to play him like a fiddle.

"S fine.." He said not wanting to hurt the child's feelings while you chuckled behind him and secretly winked at her. You loved how he, the man everyone in Alexandria was scared and sceptical of at first, was being so soft and caring towards children.

Daryl was finally relaxing, focusing on the comforting movements of your fingers in his hair instead of the unicorn-shit-looking situation on top of his head. His girls were happy, and he was happy.

Until…

"Hey Y/N, I came to pick up Ju-" In that moment, when Rick walked into the room, gasping at his best friend before he burst out laughing, Daryl would rather have been walker bait. He felt heat engulf him from head to toe, and he scowled.

"Got somethin to say?" He challenged him, glaring at his friend.

"The colour makes your eyes pop," Rick said as he ducked to evade the flying pillow.

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"Thanks again for watching her, Y/N."

"Any time!" You hugged the girl goodbye. "Good night, guys!"

"Good night, auntie Y/N, uncle Daryl!" You closed the door and turned to a pissed Daryl.

"Now I definitely didn’t need tha today," he scoffed while wrestling with a bow. You returned to the sofa and sat beside him, placing your chin on his right shoulder and your right hand on his upper arm.

"And yet you sat there all because a little girl asked you too. Is it possible that Daryl Dixon is just a huge softie?" You teased him before he turned around, grabbed you by the waist, and brought you in front of him.

"Ya better stop calling me soft woman." He put his forehead against yours, glancing at your lips, then looking back at your eyes with a tiny smirk forming.

"You trying to threaten me with all those bows and ribbons in your hair is the equivalent of an angry kitten, Dixon. A-D-O-R-A-B-L-E." You said it in a quiet tone, bringing your lips closer to his.

"Don’t test me, sunshine." He finally pressed his lips against yours in a soft kiss. He wasn’t a fan of getting his hair braided, but hell, he definitely wasn’t going to miss out on moments like these because of it. "Now take this crap out before I have to start killin witnesses."

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Holding hands with Daryl

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Warnings: fluffy, sweet . A/N: This is my first fic and first time using Tumblr so I am honestly just lost lol. English is not my first language, so I am sorry for any spelling errors! Enjoy!!!

Daryl isn't someone used to positive physical touch, so getting him to relax and trust you that much took a while

The first time you took his hand into yours, his words got stuck in his throat, and he had no idea what to say

"Errr... whatcha doin?"

"Your hands are so much bigger than mine." You said this as you kept lazily pressing the palm of your hand against his and observing how they looked together, enjoying the wholesomeness of the moment

Daryl gave up on talking, opting to watch you and enjoy the moment

He kept looking at you, how you innocently played with his fingers and blushed as a warm feeling spread through his chest

He especially noticed how soft your hand felt against his rough, calloused one, loving the feeling of running his thumb over yours

After that, he grew to love holding your hands

Used them to silently communicate with you, especially when he wasn't sure what to say

Holds your hand tight after something happens to you, like he wants to make sure you're still there

Looks for excuses to grab your hand, like helping you over a fallen tree and climbing his motorcycle

Holding your hand gave him a feeling of peace and comfort, and he loved it

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Not enough Daryl content so I decided to take things into my own hands.