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This is a side blog to @mavelfanatic so if I respond and that’s the url you see that’s bc that’s my primary blog it’s not someone else taking credit for the work on this page.. anyway enjoy reading and please send in any Daryl Dixon x reader requests! 💕💕

Singing Safe and Soung by T Swift to Daryl after a a day of barely escaping a hoard and him almost loosing you.

That’s it.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #twd #norman reedus x reader #norman reedus #taylor swift #safe and sound #hunger games

Me: about to go on a date with a rlly cute guy

Also me: singing my heart out and crying to Nick Jonas’s Critical. And yes it’s Nick’s not the brothers’ anyway

#nick jonas #joe jonas #jonas brothers #old disney

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sunflowers or roses? skirts or dresses? books or movies? long sleeves or short sleeves? quiet libraries or crowded coffee shops? sweet or sour? city or countryside? Nutella or peanut butter? romance or drama movies? pictures of flowers or pictures of the sky? skin care or hair care? watermelon or honey melon? horses or ponies?

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#questions #postitforward

cyberlunarsurface

they could resurrect glenn with zero explanation and i would just be happy and accept it no questions asked

bakedcrispss

his death could be said as some shitty bad dream and we’d all be like “makes sense ✋”

kaelio

A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror

celebrimbor-of-eregion

Send me asks with your assumptions about me based on my fanfics.

absurdthirst

Okay hit me….

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Let’s try this

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #twd

Holy wow thank you guys 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

remmickz

Y/N: Wanna hear something dirty?

Daryl: Sure?

Y/N: You.

Y/N: Go take a shower

3, 13, and 23?

Sunshine and daffodils from bath and body

Chocolate

Idk maybe sweatpants?

#ask me #ask game

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soft asks to get to know people

what song makes you feel better?

what’s your feel-good movie?

what’s your favorite candle scent?

what flower would you like to be given?

who do you feel most you around?

say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

what color brings you peace?

tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good.

what calms you down?

what’s something you’re excited for?

what’s your ideal date?

how are you?

what’s your comfort food?

favorite feel-good show?

for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word.

compliment the person who sent you this number.

fairy lights or LED lights?

do you still love stuffed animals?

most important thing in your life?

what do you want most in the world right now?

if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

what would you say to your future self?

favorite piece of clothing?

what’s something you do to de-stress?

what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

what movie would you want to live in?

which character would you want to be?

hugs or hand-holding?

morning, afternoon or night?

what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

twdsunshine

This is cute ✨

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Ask away

#ask games #ask game #feel free to reblog #ask me

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This is how every storyline with Andrea felt for me.

The Group: Andrea No

Andrea: Andrea YES!

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I hated and still hate Andrea

#the ability to shoot a gun does not make u a leader #it only makes you 2% more valuable #you’re not all that

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Some Carl Grimes Headcanons because why the fuck not (also I’m bored)

- he’s a sarcastic little shit

- but no one really notices because he mumbles his snarky remarks under his breath really quietly so that literally no one hears it

- though one time while they were on the road, Glenn overheard one of these remarks and lost his shit

- speaking of Glenn, he and Carl are bros.

- also this boy fucking loves to cuddle, though he will definitely punch someone in the face if they try to bring it up

- when he was a baby he was super clingy and would just hug the shit out of either Rick or Lori or sometimes both. This resulted in a lot of Grimes Family Cuddles.

- he may or may not have accidentally passed this clinginess onto Judith, which led to more Grimes Family Cuddles, but with Michonne there instead of Lori.

- he starts calling Michonne ‘Mom’ sometime after the war with the Saviors. (The first time he did it was a total accident, and he freaked out and hid in his room for a few hours until Michonne and Rick went in and talked to him. Apparently he feared that if he called Michonne ‘Mom’ it would be disrespectful to Lori’s memory. Rick quickly told him that would not be the case)

- Carl is a protective big brother

- like reeeeeeeaaally protective.

- he doesn’t worry too much when one of them have little accidents like falling and scraping their knee or anything minor. But when one of them get sick or get badly hurt (broken bones or sprained ankles) he literally becomes such a mother-hen.

- Like ‘does your foot hurt, Judy? Do I need to get some ice?’ ‘Are you sure you don’t want any soup, RJ? It will make you feel better.’ ‘Judith Grimes you are not leaving this bed until you take this medicine!’ ‘Should you be walking around already? You don’t want to strain yourself!’

- he’s worse than Rick.

- it only gets worse when he has a kid of his own (because we all know that the events of Season 8 mid-season finale never happened and Carl Grimes got the chance to be a father like in the comics)

- he literally never lets Judith or RJ out of his sight when they are outside the walls. Or when they’re in any community other than Alexandria.

- and when he learned that Beta broke into his house while his siblings were inside?

- he went crazy

- and I mean crazy

- Daryl had to physically hold him back to stop him from trying to go find Beta (and probably from getting himself killed too)

- also Carl Grimes and Hershel Rhee are best friends too. (Yes I know what they are like in the comics, but you can’t make me change my mind in the show-verse)

- also BLACKSMITH CARL GRIMES

- he probably makes all sorts of random shit for his family. Arrows for Daryl, weapons for Michonne and his dad, maybe he’ll make the occasional cat sculpture for his dad to give to her, and he probably makes a shit ton of toys for the kids of the communities. (Nothing dangerous obviously)

- he’s definitely a very affectionate boyfriend too.

- like no matter who he might be dating (could be Enid, Lydia or anyone else – idk) he will shower them with affection. He wants them to know that they are loved and he will stop at nothing to make them realize that. He probably makes a shit ton of gifts for any boyfriend/girlfriend he might have.

- also Carl Grimes is definitely bisexual, and I will fight anyone who says otherwise.

- like we all know he had a crush on Beth, but he definitely had a crush on Daryl at one point. And Rosita.

- cause lets be honest, who wouldn’t?

- Carl and Tara are bros as well btw

- they probably stay up late at night talking about how amazing girls are and other shit

- sometimes Enid would join them

- when his dad gets to old to lead Alexandria, Carl steps up to take his place and ends up being an amazing leader

- and lastly, Carl Grimes lives

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BECAUSE I AM BORED I AM GOING TO ADD MORE

- SHORT BOI and no one lets him forget it

- Carl cracks up at everything. Like, he might seem all serious and all that, but he literally will laugh at EVERYTHING

- you can say one word and this boy will just lose his shit. It doesn’t matter what the word is, he will just start laughing till he cries, and it confuses the hell out of a lot of people.

- Glenn likes to mess with Carl a lot by doing this.

- Randomly during meetings or just when they’re in the same room, Glenn will just say the weirdest of things, and Carl will almost always lose his shit. Maggie eventually starts doing this as well.

- Also, he might seem like some serious badass, and while he is a badass, he is also a huge fucking softie.

- he is also a pretty good singer when he’s not having a bat swung at him every few seconds. though he will definitely punch someone in the face if they mention it

- one time Michonne woke up to Judith wailing, and when she got to her room to calm Judith down, she found Carl holding Judith in his arms and singing to her. also I’ve been listening to a lot of Mamma Mia songs recently, and I can, for some reason, see Carl singing a few of them.

- Carl loves babies. Like, he loves Judith and RJ, but whenever he sees a new baby in one of the communities, he will fucking melt and immediately ask to hold them.

- He’s really good with them too. A lot of people are surprised by it, though.

- speaking of babies, since he’s friends with Siddiq, he was probably there during Socorro’s (Coco’s) birth. That means he probably spends a lot of time with little Coco.

- eventually he starts calling Socorro ‘coconut’ instead of ‘coco’ like everyone else.

- It confuses Rosita a lot, but she isn’t really mad about it.

- Eventually Judith starts doing it with him.

- also, when he and Lydia meet, he ends up confusing poor Lydia a lot.

- he doesn’t mean to, but he does.

- like, one moment Carl can be some sarcastic asshole, but the next he can be cooing at a baby or joking around with his friends, and it confuses her a lot because how the fuck can someone be so friendly yet so rude at the same time?!

- they end up becoming friends sometime after the pikes though.

- and you know the part where Lydia gets attacked by Gage and the rest of those fuckers?

- when that happens, Carl goes fucking insane.

- Daryl has to actually knock Carl out to prevent him from pulling a Rick and ripping someone’s throat out.

- Carl still punches Gage in the face the next time he sees him though.

- Needless to say, Carl is very protective of his friends and family.

- also, Carl likes to draw

- he’s not very good at it, but it’s fun, so he keeps doing it.

- Also Carl definitely begged Daryl to teach him to ride a motorcycle at one point during their time at the prison. Daryl didn’t agree at first, but after they reach Alexandria, he gives in.

- Carl’s favorite drink is a caprisun.

- his favorite food is pudding.

- he’s also a lightweight, he gets drunk so quickly.

- he’s also a very bubbly drunk. Like, he never shuts up and he is super clingy.

- it both amuses and confuses a lot of people (hey that rhymes.)

- in all, Carl is a very chaotic person.

second dad was so cute🥺 more dad! daryl!!!!!🥺♥️

Thank you 🥺🥺🥺

I have some more dad Daryl ideas in the works so stay tuned 👀👀👀

#adrilynn speaks #asks

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Daryl: But how do I know if Y/N likes me?

Judith: Don't worry. They like your butt and fancy hair. I know, I read their diary.

Daryl, patting his hair: They think its fancy?

Second Father

Hi guys 😄 I’m back again with another 3am crack fic!

Summary: Daryl and the reader begin to develop a father/daughter relationship and after giving Daryl a scare she surprises him even more.

Warnings: Daryl x Daughter/Teen!reader, gunshot wound, twd type violence, cuteness and fluff

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You were only thirteen when the apocalypse began. You and your parents had been lucky enough to stumble upon a camp of survivors in an abandoned quarry after escaping the city. At first, the group of survivors that had taken you in were wary of your family and you all understood why, but they soon warmed up to you. One member of the group was especially fond of you. Daryl Dixon. Initially, he wanted nothing to do with you, thinking you were just some helpless, scared kid. You finally started to grow on the hot-head after asking him to teach you how to hunt. You saw how he provided for the camp and you wanted to learn so you could help provide for the camp too. He rudely declined your first few requests but you hit him back with your own sarcasm and didn’t let his rudeness get to you. You persisted in asking him to teach you until he finally caved. With the consent of your parents, he promised you one hour, no more and you happily accepted.

Within that one hour you shocked him with how easily you picked up tracking skills. You even helped him track a deer and then caught your own squirrel with Daryl’s crossbow. Of course he helped you hold it up to aim since it was heavy but you still took all the credit and he gladly let you. After that day you became Daryl’s protégée and he started taking you out on lessons regularly. Your parents were very fond of the archer and grew to trust him with their only daughter’s life. At first Merle thought Daryl was stupid for getting attached to some random kid but eventually you even grew on the older Dixon. Eventually you had earned the nickname Mini Dixon, having managed to gain the affection of both brothers. Though you mainly stuck by Daryl’s side as Merle was still a bigger ass than Daryl ever was. Between your parents and the Daryl you managed to find happiness even in the middle of the end of the world.

When the new guy, Rick, arrived and you found out Merle was left behind in the city you were sad. Despite you always being closer to Daryl and Merle being an ass you knew that Merle had cared for you to some capacity and you didn’t wish for him to die. You went to find Daryl to see if he was okay but when you found him he had yelled at you for the first time since before he took you on your first hunting lesson. Being the little fire cracker you were, you yelled back before walking off so you could both cool down. Daryl had felt terrible about yelling at you and went to apologize before going back to Atlanta to look for Merle. You wanted to go with him and the other guys but he quickly shut that idea down and instead made you promise to keep your parents and the camp safe. You pinky promised him. And when the walkers invaded the camp you fought with everything you had to keep that promise but you couldn’t. You couldn’t protect your parents, let alone the rest of camp.

Once Daryl and rest of the group returned from Atlanta he immediately ran to find you, fighting his way through walkers. When he finally found you his heart broke for you. He had found you crying over the corpses that were your parents. The archer couldn’t find any words so he just knelt down and hugged you while you cried. Ever since that night Daryl had unofficially taken over the role of your guardian.

Without Merle, you were the one person Daryl cared about more than anything. He’d never admit it but over time he started to view you as his own daughter.

Daryl was beyond relieved when they group found the prison. He was glad that you would have a safe place to live and grow up in. During your time at the prison you and Daryl grew closer than ever. He showed you new tracking and hunting techniques and even managed to find you your own crossbow while he was out on a run. Now that you were slightly older and bigger you were able to hold it up on your own. He even taught you how to make you own arrows like he did.

Since you had your own crossbow and were older you finally convinced Daryl to take you on a run.

That’s where you were now, rummaging through an abandoned drug store. After deeming the store clear you, Daryl and Glenn agreed to split up to cover more ground.

“Be careful, kid. Weapon up, got it?” Daryl warned.

“Got it,” you said and Daryl smiled at you before going down his aisle.

Unfortunately, the store wasn’t completely cleared. When you crossed over into your next aisle you came face to face with a burly man who had his gun drawn. Before you could act he pulled the trigger.

Daryl heard the gunshot from a few aisles down and sprinted towards the source of the shot.

“Y/N!” He called out.

When he found your body unconscious on the ground the man who shot you didn’t have to time to finish reloading his gun before Daryl tackled him.

“What did you do!” He screamed, punching the man before grabbing his knife and the stabbing it through the shooter’s face.

“No, no, no, no,” he mumbled crawling over to your body, “Glenn!” He screamed.

“Daryl? Y/N,” Glenn called, rounding the corner to find Daryl frantically tying his belt around your torso to stop the bleeding.

“Get the car! Now!” Daryl said. He didn’t bother looking up as Glenn made a run for the car. He focused on tying his belt around you as tight as he could before lifting you up and running to the car.

“Drive! Now!” Daryl called from the backseat. “You’re gonna be okay. Ya hear kid? You’re gonna be just fine. You’re gonna be okay,” he kept repeating this until you reached the gates of the prison where you were taken by Hershel and Maggie. Daryl wanted to follow you and sit while they worked on you in your cell but Rick held him back. “Give them room to help her,” Rick had said. Now Daryl was just pacing back and forth in the hall right out side your cell. Rick and Carol both tried to get the archer to sit down and rest or eat but he refused.

Daryl couldn’t focus on anything but his thoughts. You had to be okay. You had to, Daryl couldn’t bear to loose you. Over the past year you had become the daughter Daryl never got to have and you couldn’t leave him now. Not like this. You couldn’t die like this you were only a kid.

It was nearly sunset by the time Hershel pulled back the curtain and walked out of your cell.

“Is she okay?” Daryl asked immediately, his voice slightly cracking.

“She’ll be okay,” Hershel nodded, “the bullet went clean through, it’ll be some time but eventually the Mini Dixon will be good as new,” Hershel smiled, “she’s still sleeping but you can see her now. She won’t be awake for a while.”

“Thank you,” Daryl gasped out as his system flooded with relief. Hershel nodded in response.

Daryl took a deep breath before entering your cell. Even though he had just heard that you would be okay the sight of you pale and unconscious broke his heart. He pulled a chair up next to your bed and took one of your hands in his.

“Hey, kid,” he whispered, “gave me a scare back there. It’s okay though, Hershel says ya gonna be fine. So I just need ya to rest up and then open up them pretty eyes. Okay, kid?” Daryl swallowed his tears as he watched you lay there, helpless.

Hours passed and different people came in to check on you but Daryl couldn’t keep track of who. He was too focused on you. After a while, your eyelids fluttered open and you woke up feeling severely disoriented.

“Y/N,” you heard someone call your name. The voice was echoey but familiar though you couldn’t quite place a face to the voice. That’s when you felt the weight in your hand and looked over the side of your bed though your vision was clouded with black blots. Bits and pieces of what happened slowly started to com back to you. The drug store, the man, the feeling of hitting the tiled floor when he pulled the trigger.

“Hey, kid. There’s them pretty eyes. You’re okay, ya need rest. Sleep, kid.” You heard the voice say. It sounded like a man.

“M’kay dad,” you slurred, “love you,” and you passed out again.

Daryl stared at you in shock as you fell back into a deep sleep. Sure, he had always thought of you as his daughter but hearing you call him “dad” made it so real. Letting a tear slip, he squeezed your hand and placed a kiss on your forehead.

You didn’t wake up again for a few hours and this time you remembered everything. Even calling Daryl “dad”. You mentally smacked yourself. Sure, you had thought of Daryl as a second father since your biological dad died but you knew he wasn’t one for emotions so you kept that to yourself.

Finally coming out of your thoughts you noticed the cell was empty and a sob escaped your mouth followed by a wince as you remembered your wound. Daryl was gone. Did you scare him away by calling him dad? What if he thought you were crazy?

In reality Daryl just had to use the bathroom and he was on his way back to your cell when he heard your sob. He ripped the curtain open and saw you awake and crying.

“Y/N,” he knelt down next to your bed, “what’s wrong, kid?” He gave you a moment to catch your breath before responding. “I thought you left me,” you said tearfully, breaking Daryl’s heart for the hundredth time in twenty four hours.

“Why would ya think that, kid?” Daryl was confused, he’d never abandon you and he thought you knew that. You hesitated before responding.

“Last night, I, uh, I called you dad. Thought I freaked you out and that you decided to leave me.” You admitted. Daryl was silent for a moment.

“I didn’t mind it,” he confessed. And it was true, he always saw you as his daughter and hearing you call him dad just felt right even if I was shocking.

“Really?” You questioned with wide eyes. He nodded at you. “So,” you hesitated, “would it be okay if I, uh, called you that from now on? I kinda of, um, seen you as a father since, uh ya know,” you trailed off. Daryl knew what you were referring to, the night your parents died.

“If you want ta,” he said, “I, um, I don’t mind it, kid.” You smiled at him.

“So then that makes you my Dad,” you smirked up at the man as he smiled down at you.

“Sure do, kid. Sure do. Now get some rest and heal up,” he patted your head and kissed your temple.

Looking at you smile at him before closing your eyes to sleep, Daryl silently promised to be the best father possible. He vowed to be nothing like his own father. You were his daughter, biological or not, and Daryl would protect you with everything he had.