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Butterflies
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Word count: 6k
Fluff | Imagined Smut | Filth February Prompt 3
A bike crash and a late night infirmary visit makes Daryl realize something.
or
Like I’m hypnotized, I’m drawn closer, butterflies I follow the never ending blue sky In this world filled with just us My whole heart, slowly Melts away slowly
God, fuck, fuck, fuck.
This isn’t good. This isn’t good in the fucking slightest.
In fact, it might be the worst case scenario.
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Hide Away With Me
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Word count: 3.6k
Established Relationship Fluff !! | Suggestive?
Dancing in the dark, with you between my arms.
Let’s use your house for a party, he said.
It’ll be a good opportunity to blow off some steam, he said.
It’ll be fun, he said.
Remind Daryl to never to agree to anything Rick asks for at least another month.
Groaning silently, he shifts in his seat tucked cozily next to the fireplace, feeling much too unwelcome in his own home as his fingers fiddle the bottleneck of the beer he’s nursing. Soft jazz flows through the old record player he had lugged from some house four down from the left, and it’s barely quieted down from when he was standing next to it. There’s saxophone and piano in the song, maybe some trombone too and a trumpet every now and then, but his knowledge of instruments extends only to the guitars used by the rock stars Merle would listen to. Voices from the people talking in front of him drone on and on about their past lives - wild parties from their university days, graduating summa cum laude only to work a 9 to 5 - but they amalgamate with the music sooner than later.
Daryl’s bored shitless. And uncomfortable, too.
He should have said no.
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Mind If I Join You?
Word count: 13k (i am SO SORRY i got carried away and this fic turned out SO FILTHY but i hit 300 followers so consider this a gift??)
Established Relationship Fluff | Smut
There’s only one bed shower, and Daryl Dixon is an opportunist.
the request:
every single fic of yours is seriously amazing. ur a great writer!! can i request a daryl shower smut bc wooweeeee
There’s always a giddiness inside Daryl when he returns from runs. No more sleeping in the RV for nights on end, no more eating cold canned chicken soup and - as much as he liked Aaron - no more hearing him talk about how much he missed Eric and making him miss you, too. He’s exhausted, his muscles sore from overuse, but the fact that you’re probably curled up in bed makes him so damn excited that all the ailments of his aging body are swiftly forgotten with each step he takes.
Houses fly by in a blur as he ramps up into a jog, his feet taking him to the dim light of a moving lantern in your shared bedroom window. By Daryl’s estimate, it couldn’t have been more than 10 or 11pm, but time meant little in the apocalypse - it was either dark out, or light and with the days getting shorter, he noticed you using the lantern more and more frequently. Just a few days ago, you had fallen asleep curled up on his chest, the soft orange light filling the room before he strained his body trying to turn it off without waking you. The next morning he had a terrible cramp running from his rib up to his bicep, but he never complained. Not even a wince in your presence since he thought the soreness was worth it. He would rather die several times over than lose the image he saw - of your pillowy lips taking soft, steady breaths of air while you slept against his bare skin.
Smiling, he lets himself remember the way you looked when he first gifted it to you, a grin that spread to the apples of your cheeks and crinkled at your eyes plastered on your face. It wasn’t a perfect replica, but it looked close enough to the one you would both light on nightwatches in the prison - which he thinks was when he first realized he loved you. Daryl also remembers the first night he saw you use it, the memory so vivid in his mind that he felt like if he reached out, the soft fabric of your pajamas would welcome his touch.
He could picture it now, your back against the headboard, reading one of the books that littered the shelves he never touches. Your face bathed in the lantern’s hue while your eyes scanned the pages and drinking in every word of whatever you were holding. He plucked that book right out of your hands that night and pulled you onto his lap, kissing the pout off your face until you weren’t annoyed at him anymore, rendered down to just laughing against his lips.
Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get home and see you again.
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Reunion
Word count: 7k
Angst | Fluff | Smut
The prison falls, and a hopelessly in love Daryl loses the opportunity to confess to you. At least, he thinks he has, but the future revels in being unpredictable.
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something that’s been on my mind in terms of fluff/smut is daryl and reader being separated when the prison fell and reuniting in alexandria! possible angst as well like finding readers belongings at terminus but no reader so the reunion is 🥺
“You never told me who you were with. Before I found ya, I mean. Before us.”
You glance over to him at his voice, a lazy turn of your neck bringing him into your field of vision as you lie your weight on the two hands you’ve stretched behind your back. The fire he’d set up for the two of you crackles away, a dim light in the field of the prison yard, but enough to illuminate your features in an orange glow.
“You never asked.”
Scoffing, he thinks of a response. It’s not like he didn’t want to know - he did. Had since the first time the two of you took a hunting trip together - but in an odd way, he thinks he’s scared to know. Feared it, maybe.
“‘m askin’ now.”
You’re not his, despite what the gossip in the cafeteria would say, but he cares about you. A lot. A lot more than he anticipated. A lot more than these runaway nights spent talking and stargazing would let on, and that’s the reason why he’s never asked. He thinks that if someone had hurt you, he would get himself killed tearing through the world to find them.
“Guess you are.”
Lying down on the grass, you hear shifting from beside you before you bring your gaze to his. him watching you as he folds his vest into a rectangle. Reaching out his hand, he gently lifts your head, welcoming the tickle of your hair before he lays the leather underneath you. It’s not much, but the way you grin from his movements makes him feel like he had just placed the softest pillow beneath you, one made of goose feathers and wool.
“I was with a group of friends when this first started. At least, they were friends until, uh… they weren’t. Not long after that I was with another group. Then I… I wasn’t. The last group I was with they… uh… they did things. Things I didn’t agree with.”
You don’t continue for a moment. Collecting your thoughts, he assumes - then you speak again.
“I used to think men before all this were bad, but they’re… they’re worse now.”
He hears a shuddering breath and his heart surges forward with anger. It’s a foolish thought, the one he had feared would wash through him, but he can’t help but think of beating whoever you were talking about into the ground. Did they do something to you? Did they lay a hand on you? Did they hurt you?
“I, uh, ran from them in the middle of the night. Must’ve, God, I must’ve walked until noon. It- it felt like hours, y’know? I didn’t know where to go and I didn’t have a map, but I just… I just knew I couldn’t be with them. So I kinda spun around in a circle and walked in whatever direction I stopped in. And I… I just kept walking.”
He swallows hard before you continue, pulling at the grass beneath his clammy hands. No, he panics, Daryl Dixon doesn’t go clammy. Not for anyone. But you’re not just anyone. Not to him.
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just beta read the reunion fic that @haruhey finished writing... when i tell you that this one is good, i mean that this one is GOOD. i think you'll all really enjoy it :]
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my new profile pic.. he is so Hot
i say that im on a daryl dixon agenda as a joke sometimes but im realizing that i actually am??
i wake up and think about daryl dixon.
i eat and think about daryl dixon.
i sleep and think about daryl dixon.
he lives in my head FULLY rent free and im not even complaining.
some of my posts are getting traction so i wanna shoutout my favourite daryl dixon + norman reedus account!! :O @haruhey makes reaaaally good daryl fanfiction and i encourage everyone to go check her out. shes super cool and works really hard on her fics :D
he looks like a baroque painting OHH MY GOD
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might rewatch all of twd just to feel smth
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