Killing off El and then twisting it to āshe also got this happy ending dw guys!!!ā When her happy ending wouldāve been being a normal woman with her loved ones in a world where sheās no longer viewed as a weapon/monster or on the run/hiding is such a disappointment.
-{He loves to go on runs and pick you up small things. A little makeup or a bow. If he sees it and he can get it, he will. He loves doing so.}-
-{You love pastel colors. (For the rest of this It can be your favorite color just pastel) He will pick up anything your favorite color. Heāll even put small bits of it in his own room. And in later seasons he lets you paint Dog a collar of your favorite color}-
-{He lets you paint his finger nails because it makes you happy. At first he thought it would be stupid but then he stopped biting them, so he kept letting you do it.}-
-{If you love a certain hobby heāll let you test them on you. Your writing? Heāll offer to read it. Your cooking? Heāll be the first to try it. Your art? Heāll review it. You like doing makeup? You have a new victim. Heāll always be honest, which is what you love. That heās honest about it. It helps you.}-
-{If your hair is long and wavy/straight, he learns how to braid hair so he can do it for you. He loves playing with your hair. If it isnāt wavy/straight, he learns how to play/style properly with your hair. Itās never that good but he loves doing it so you let him.}-
-{Pet names. āPrincessā at first isnāt teasing, but then it just sticks. āSweetheart/Babyā Very rare but he says it when you have tender moments. Depends on your favorite color but heāll call you a fruit nickname based of what it is (Peach, Lem, Berry, Apple, and so on). I believe thatās his go to. (NSFW): But heāll call you āgood girlā in bed sometimes he says more, meaner things when heās feeling spicy (usually ābad girlā maybe a āslutā here or there but I donāt think heās TOOO big into making you feel bad. Unless you are into it. He aims to please!)}-
-{NSFW:I personally think heād be more gentle with a Fem-Princess!Reader. Rough if you want it. But usually sweet and gentle. You are his princess of course. He wants to treat you like one}-
-{Speaking of treating you like a princess. If you have the food for it, heāll give you a meal in bed once a week. And that whole day heāll pamper you. I imagine it in S5-S6 after they think they are okay for a bit. And he just starts pampering you and treating you the best he can. He was doing it all before but he went to new levels when you guys were safe.}-
A/N: I have more but this was getting long I fearš Iāll make a part 2 if you guys want!!! Enjoy! Also I try to make these as gender neutral and for all skin tones and body types as MUCH as possible (unless said otherwise) so I hope thatās working
I Just Want Your Heart (Daryl x Half-Walker!Reader)
Warnings/Tags: Major Character Death, Angst, Cussing, Blood, Violence, and Normal TWD stuff. If anymore, please tell me and I'll add it!
Season: In the 30 days between season 3 and 4.
Words: 3K
Plot: Daryl finds a walker, but she can talk. Sheās always chewing on gum, and her body is a bit rotten. Itās like she was half dead. He goes ok to help her and take care of her, not knowing why. Until one day, he does something he might regret.
A/N: Hope y'all enjoy;3
(OG BLOG: @idkbishsss)
Daryl Dixon was a man who did not fall in love with anyone. He was a rough around the edges, redneck, quiet, distant, guy. He did not fall in love. He loved only one person, his brother. Lost together somewhere in an apocalypse world and treated him like shit most of the time sure, but he did love him. As much as he wouldnāt admit it because Merle would just scoff and roll his eyes.
Daryl Dixon was not a man of groups. He was a part of one, only because he had to. Merle said it was because they needed him, but Daryl had a feeling that it was because Merle needed them. Daryl didnāt do groups, but he understands the importance of them. As long as they left him only he was okay.
Daryl Dixon was not a family man. He never wanted a family. His only brother was now dead. He didnāt need a family. Sure, he had a small care for the kids in the group, and didnāt want them to die. He would protect them, but it wasnāt his family.
Daryl Dixon was a lair. He was a family man, these people at the prison were his family. It was his group. He lied about it himself and others about those things for sure, but he never lied about not falling in love. Sure heād love, in like, a family way. Heād never fall in love though, heād never allow himself to.
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Rick had ordered Daryl to go out and get more fuel for the cars. They were low and needed more for runs.Ā
Daryl got in a trunk and rode up to a few big ass rich people houses heād seen a few weeks ago. They had a lot of cars and trucks in the neighborhood, meaning a lotta fuel if no one raided it already. In fact, a few houses were having parties, so there were more than usual for bug neighborhoods.
He pulled up to the first house and went to go get the fuel out of the cars and trucks. Using the classic suck on a hose until you feel like passing out method, he got nothing. Hence the sucking too long. He decided heād check the houses later if he had time and moved on to the next set of cars and trucks. These ones look promising, and were very promising. Fuel came pouring out like the rain, he filled two gallons worth of gas from four cars and one truck.Ā
He put those gallons back in the back seat, and went to the truck bed to grab more fuel cans. However, something stopped him, a loud screaming noise. He grabbed his crossbow and looked around for the source. He heard giggling and saw the house it was coming from.
He slowly approached the home with extreme caution. He turned around the halls that lead him to a bedroom. He could hear the smacking of gum coming from the room. A girl was sitting there on the bed. A girl was graying skin, dead walker eyes, and a few broken limbs. You.
You casually popped the bones back into place. You looked over to him and smiled, he drew his crossbow up and pointed it to you.
āWoah! Iām not gonna bite you, I am not like the other ones.ā You made a joke out of it while putting your hands up. He was confused, what the hell is happening? Why is a Walker, a dead woman, talking? And why isnāt he shooting itās head off?
You got up and walked over to him, still with your hands up. Your smile faded and you looked a little nervous. āLook I was freaked out and confused when I woke up and wasā¦ somewhat alive. But I donāt hurt people, and it still hurts when you hurt meā¦ so please just let me goā¦ā You begged for your life as if you were human. Daryl didnāt understand, you arenāt human, you barely look human. Well, you didnāt look like a walker, you still had flesh, but still, you looked dead. It freaked him out.
You knew he was freaked out, it was all over his face after you said those words. But honestly? Daryl was more than just freaked out, a small part of him was intrigued. Which wasnāt like him. He wasnāt an intrigued guy, but he wanted to know you, know what happened to you.
āWhyād ya scream?ā He asked gruffly. You didnāt expect his voice to be that deep, he must smoke something.Ā
You wave it off and shrug. āWalker grabbed my leg, forgot they donāt bite me anymore.ā He was even more intrigued by this, you were immune? Or just half turned. He knew the group would shoot you as soon as you got close because of what you looked like. Heās had personal experience in that at the fram, but he wanted to know you.Ā
āLookā¦ Iāll show you the best water and food and well anything you need! In this area and neighborhoodā¦ just let me liveā¦ please.ā As you begged him again he put his crossbow down. He told himself not to, to put it back up, kill you, threaten you. But he didnāt. He just nodded and let you lead the way to show him things.
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You were a talker, and walkers didnāt even look at you when you were being so loud. Daryl found it strangely interesting. Heād never been interested in anyone really, let alone a woman. Yet, there was something about you that made him wonder and think more than he ever let himself before.Ā
You were showing him a map of the area and places that hadnāt been raided already. āNow thereās a horde here, but when you go just tell me about a week before and I can steer them clear from your path!ā
He looked up at you, an expression on his face that could only be described as a little confused. āNow why would yaā help us..?ā He asked, quietly, you guessed he wasnāt much of a talker.Ā
āMeh! If we are neighbors I have to help you right?ā You said it like it was obvious. Like people just help one another in these conditions. āItās what good neighbors do!ā You exclaimed, Daryl just nodded. It wasnāt the old world normal people knew any more, but you act like it. Then again, Daryl didnāt know much of normal, so who was he to judge? Besides, the help would be nice.
You altered your smile, your big grin going away into a slight smile. For a dead girl, you seemed happier than most people. Maybe that was the secret, being dead. But Daryl had people, he wasnāt going to leave them. They needed him just as much as he needed them.
After it was all said and done Daryl went back to getting fuel. You stayed around just kind of watching him. It made him nervous, and he felt a strange new feeling he hadnāt felt before. He wished he could place it, but after years of controlling his emotions, they were all over the place. He didnāt know how to pen point the feeling he felt.
After he was all done with one car, heād move onto the next one. Youād follow him, just standing around, watching. It almost creeped him out at some points, almost. He wasnāt used to people watching him so closely. Maybe this is how people felt about him. But earlier you were so talkative, and now you just watched, quietly.
He put the last two gallons of fuel in the truck and turned around after closing the door. He jumped a little when he saw you behind him. It wasnāt noticeable to you, just him. You just smiled and put a new piece of gum in your mouth.
āI have toā¦ leave.ā He mumbled walking over to the truck door. He glanced back at you, seeing that you were no longer smiling. You stood back, looking back at your house.
āIāll be backā¦ā He said. He thought he was stupid for saying it, but when he looked up and saw your smile, those thoughts faded into nothing. He pulled out of there immediately, why does he feel this way? Questions plagued his mind as he drove back to the prison.
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He pulled back into the prison and didnāt say a word to anyone, not even to Rick, whoād asked him many questions about the area. He just helped unload his truck and stayed quiet with the small nod a few times. As the sun started to go down over the hills and people started to go inside, Daryl soon followed them. He then walked back into his cell and pulled the thin sheet as a door over the opening.
Daryl put his crossbow down with his stuff. He took his shoes off and threw them next to his boots. Beth found him āniceā sneakers to wear. He only wore them because it made her happy. He took off his vets and threw it on the top bunk
He laid down on the bottom bunk. He was on his back trying to sleep, but he just kept thinking about you. He knew it was a bad idea to think about you this much, but he couldnāt control himself anymore like he used to. You were talkative and almost happy, even though you were dead.Ā
He has so many questions. Whyād you look freshly dead? Whyād you chew gum? If you bite him, will he turn? Can he even get these answered? Probably not, heād probably not even go back. A broken promise he gave you based on impulse.
He wasnāt like this. He didnāt let himself be like this, he wasnāt weak. Yet, he was thinking about you. He just wanted to see you, but he wonāt let himself. Heās not going to let himself. But then again, what if you didnāt like him?
He switched onto his side and buried the side of his head into his pillow. He groaned, he wasnāt going to sleep with his thoughts racing like this. Why was he so obsessed with you? You werenāt anything other than another traveler he met, a very interesting undead traveler he met. He needed to let it go.Ā
If he just doesnāt go near the houses, heād be fine!
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Unfortunately, Rick wanted to go to the houses to raid them. They needed more food and supplies. He was planning everything out for a few days. He told Daryl to lead the car and truck on his motorcycle.Ā
He led them there but was far ahead. You were out killing walkers and humming. You turned and saw Daryl, you dropped your knife and ran up to his bike. āHey! Youāre back!ā You said joyfully. Daryl looked worried.
āMy group, theyāre gonna be here soon. Ya gotta hideā¦ā he said. You looked confused, as if you didnāt understand that his group could hurt you. He turned over to the car and truck coming in and shoved you in the pile. He killed a walker and put it on top of you.Ā
You started to breathe heavily. You started to get scared. It reminded you of your death, but Daryl put you here. And you trusted him. Heās the only thing or person that hasnāt tried to kill you.
Daryl said heād raid your home, as he did half of it already. The rest of the group went into other houses. He waited till they were out of sight and he picked you up from the ground and walked into the house.
āI said hide, girl.ā He shoved you on the couch. And sighed. He picked up a few things and shoved them into his bag. One of two lighters, a water bottle, a few canned foods, and a knife. He then sat down next to you. āWonāt take it all from here...ā he mumbles looking anywhere but at you.
You just grabbed some gum and chewed on it. Not paying much mind to him.Ā
āSo. Your group. How come I canāt meet them?ā You asked like it was urgent, like somehow you needed to meet them right now.Ā
He mumbled a little to himself before answering, āI donāt know how theyāll react to ya,ā he paused and looked at your eyes, yellow and bloodshot, āhell I still donāt really know what to thinkā¦ā He said with a grunt. You giggled, giggled at him.
He looked confused by it. āIām a walker, who would know what to think?ā You explained. He smiled a little and nodded his head. He guessed he understood that, who would react well?Ā
You got up and walked up stairs, you came back down with a bag. āHere. My old bag of supplies before I turned, enjoy your raid of my neighborhood stranger.ā She smiled and he noticed that you werenāt chewing gum anymore, why?
He looked down and opened the bag, it was full of food and maps. It had a few knives too. He looked up thank you but you were gone, just like that. He missed his chance to talk to you. He just sat there, what was he meant to do? Go look for you? He had a job, raid this place.
He got up and looked through the house a little more, he found some things others could use. He guessed you didnāt use soap or cleaning things, you were dead. He had your bag and another full one of needs and others of wants. Beth and Carl requested things since they are still too young for runs.
He walked back outside and put the stuff in the truck. Rick and Michonne got done with theirs and walked over, same with Maggie and Glenn. A few new guys as well, but Daryl didnāt care to know their names. He should really learn your name.
Also, you werenāt as talkative as last timeā¦ why?
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The next time Daryl went on a hunt he stopped by that neighborhood, you were nowhere to be found. You just disappeared into thin air. At a blink of an eye you were gone when he saw you last and you never showed up again. What happened? Did you not like him? Lots of whyās with you.
He looked up and down the neighborhood, but it was no use. He didnāt want to give up. You were so; no. He needed to stop, he couldnāt let himself get this close to you. It almost felt likeā¦ love.
What if you were dead?Ā
That thought hit him when he sat on his bike. Dead. No? You? But it was completely reasonable. You were half walker, you almost blended right in. You couldāve easily been killed by someone. What if it was someone in his group? What if his family killed you?Ā
No. They arenāt his family and you are nothing to him. You talk together only a few times, yet it felt like he knew you longer.Ā
He got on his bike and headed back on the open road. He was going to the prison again, he got a few rabbits that would be fine for now.Ā
The breeze was cold, a nice contrast to the hot sun that beat his pale skin to a tan. He always loved taking these bike rides. They were peaceful, especially when he was stressing about stupid things. No more of that, but there was something he the road
He pressed the brakes, hard. You stood in the middle of the road, scared. He got off his bike and ran to you. The whole, not stressing about things always lasts him two seconds.!āAre you okay?ā He said, you hugged him.
āHey stranger..ā You just sobbed into his neck. His beautiful, fleshy, biteable neck. You pushed him away. He was confused, why? Did you really not like him? Is what he feared right?
āIām going to bite youā¦ I want to bite youā¦ I keep wanting to bite peopleā¦ Iām freaking out! Gum doesnāt help anymore!ā
Daryl grabbed your hand. āThen letās find some asshole to cure that hunger.ā You looked at him like he was crazy. Hell, he knew the plan was crazy, but losing you was crazier. He couldnāt lose you, he loved you. Goddamn it, he fell fast and hard, but he loved you. He really did.
You pulled your hand away from his. He wanted to run and hug you, make you stop running from this, he can handle a bite. āIt doesn't work like that! I just got hungrier..ā You mumble, you tried it already. It didnāt work. He grabbed your hand.
āIāll find a way. I need youā¦ā he mumbled that last part but it made your heart break. It happened in three swift moves. He kissed you, you bite his lip, you pull back. It was all so fast that you nor Daryl had time to realize what happened. What you both did. A kiss and a bite.
āStranger-āĀ
āDaryl.ā
āDarylā¦ I, youāll turnā¦ā You mumble, youād be crying if your tear ducts worked. Goddamn it, he had a family, you were going to kill him. He nodded and laid his head on yours. āAnd Iāll be yoursā¦ā he mumbles. He knows heāll miss his family, itās why he sheds a tear, but he wants to be with you. Maybe youāll both be half dead. Maybe youāll find a way to live. Maybe his family will accept you guys.
Daryl Dixon was a man of love. Fast, messy, sweet, heartbreaking love. Heād give the world, heād give himself, for the one he loved. Over and over and over again. He was a lover, because he allowed himself to fall in love. He was all the things he thought he wasnāt, because he was a liar. But he would no longer be a liar, because he knew he was these things. He was just Daryl Dixon. A very half-dead and in love Daryl Dixon.
-{Heās very over protective. He constantly wants to make sure you know where you are and where you are going. He doesnāt want you to get hurt.}-
-{Heāll pick you and carry you anywhere you want, especially if you are struggling.}-
-{Heāll read to you or describe things to you so you know what they look like. He starts checking on to things you like and donāt like. Even though you canāt see, heāll change things about your guys home, or give you gifts that he thinks youād like the shape and color of. He does the same things with clothes.}-
-{He trains Dog to help you. Dog basically becomes your service dog.}-
-{He goes on all runs you go one. He doesnāt trust the anyone else with you, not even Rick. He knows youāre capable, he just gets worried. He has to take care of his person.}-
(A/N: My tumblr is being VERY laggy over the past weeks, so bare with me when I postš Trying my best out here)
Scud x GN!Reader | Fluff | No Warnings | 358 Words
Summary: You want to dress Scud up.
You and Scud were in a beautiful place in your relationship. He was perfect. Youād been dating the man for a few months now, and one thing always caught your attention. He was very well dressed.
He was always so adorable and hot no matter what he wore, but his style just made that ten times as true. The baggy jackets, funky button ups, band t-shirts, baggy jeans with one to many pockets, and that damn choker he always wore. It made him so cute, and showed off his personality well.Ā
You always dreamed of dressing him up though. Even if it wasnāt exactly his style, you just wanted to put him in a cute outfit that he would love and adore. Sometimes you even wanted to do his makeup. He would look down right gorgeous in black lipstick and you knew it.
You just had to get the confidence to ask him one day.Ā
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Today was that day. And he said yes! You were so happy that you immediately went to your room and dragged him with you.
āWoah woah sweet thing, slow down.ā He smiled and sat on the bed as you started to pull things out from the closet. You shake you head at a few shirts and grabbed the things you wanted him to put on.Ā
You made him wear his normal pants, one of your Deaftones shirts, and a mess top. You gave him rings and belts and necklaces galore! He was smiling and giggling the whole time as you brushed his hair and put his jewelry on.Ā
You pulled out makeup and titled his chin up. He was smiling at you, you smiled back. You did his eyes and put black lipstick on him. He looked at you with so much love it made your stomach ache.Ā
When he got up, you showed him what he looked like in the mirror. āWoah, I look hot.ā You chuckled. āYouāre always beautiful Josh.ā You kissed his cheek.
He smiled and hugged you and dragged you to the bed. āSit, Iām dressing you next!ā You smiled and rolled your eyes.
1: Last year of high school the girly-girl decides to go with Daryl to prom. I mean, sheās been friends with the Dixons forever, surprisingly. What could go wrong? Itās not like she has real feelings for him.
2: Daryl finds a Walker, but, she can talk? Sheās always chewing on gum, and her body is a bit rotten, but anyone would think she was normal if it wasnāt for the smell and the bites. Itās like she was half dead. He goes ok to help her and take care of her, not knowing why. Until one day, he does something he might regret.
Iām working on other things as well but I just wanna know which one I should do FIRST. Iāll do them both.
1: Last year of high school the girly-girl decides to go with Daryl to prom. I mean, sheās been friends with the Dixons forever, surprisingly. What could go wrong? Itās not like she has real feelings for him.
2: Daryl finds a Walker, but, she can talk? Sheās always chewing on gum, and her body is a bit rotten, but anyone would think she was normal if it wasnāt for the smell and the bites. Itās like she was half dead. He goes ok to help her and take care of her, not knowing why. Until one day, he does something he might regret.
Iām working on other things as well but I just wanna know which one I should do FIRST. Iāll do them both.
Dad!Negan and GN!Kid!Reader p2: The daughter and the grandpa
Hiii Iām a little late but I got sick so I forgot to post! I have a few more fics coming out soon so go check that out:3
Warnings: None
Tags: @rlking27
It had been a few days since I saw Negan. He was working out a deal with Michonne and Carol. I didnāt know how to feel about all of this. He should be let out, but he hurt these people, itās their decision. At the same time, I miss him so much. Heās my dad after all.
I got a knock at my door, I walked over and opened it. Daryl was standing there. He was, nice, well as nice as he could be.Ā
āNegan is being let out. If he fights Alpha with usā¦ā He paused, almost nervous, āas the main fighterā¦āĀ
āHe could die easily.ā I said bluntly. He was thinking it, I just said it. Daryl nodded and looked away from the door.
It was fine, I guess I understand. I saw Negan behind him. Unphased, he walked over, pushed Daryl over, and hugged me. I hugged back of course. He was staying with me now. I was happy. I missed him, a lot.Ā
Daryl didnāt seem to happy when he left, but I know he doesnāt trust Negan. I got Negan ready in the guest room, then went to my own room.
I donāt sleep much. I was ready for another restless night, but I slept well. Maybe it was the comfort of my dad being just a door away. I donāt know. But it made me sleep better. Knowing heād protect me.Ā
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It was the day. Well, the day wasnāt planned, but I felt it coming. This day had to happen at some point. The end of the war.
I was standing up on the Hilltop walls and looking down at the whispers who were approaching rapidly. I looked over to my dad and Daryl. They didnāt like working together, but they had to.
I pulled my bow from my back and grabbed an arrow. I shot at Beta and he just kept moving. It was like he was one with the walkers despite not being one. I let out a frustrated sigh.Ā
āWe have to go out and attack. Or we could lose Hilltop.ā My dad said quietly. Daryl scoffed and mumbled a āwe?āĀ
I sighed and looked around at the horde. I saw a child. One that couldnāt walk. A small crying baby. My heart leaped out of my chest. I remember being like that before Negan found me. Dad grabbed my shoulder and I threw it off of me. I immediately ran down the stairs and opened a side gate we have. I ran and grabbed the little girl who had a Walker gripping at her hair. I shot it. Walkers started to see me, I had to run. I got back to the door, I saw dad running outside as well. He grabbed me and practically threw me back inside the walls. I wrapped my arms around the girl. Protecting her.
āWhat the hell were you thinking????ā He yelled at me, he then went calm seeing the kid in my arms and seeing that I did as much as flinch at him. āShit.ā He sighed. āLook, kid, I didnāt mean to yell.ā
I laid her on the ground and checked for bites. āSheās clean.ā I whispered to him. I picked her up and ran to the infirmary. He was right behind me the whole time.
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āI really didnāt mean-ā I stopped him. āItās fine dad, you were just looking out for me.ā He nodded and looked at the girl, who was now being checked out by doctors.
āSheāll need a mother or father. Iād recommend you start looking.ā The doctor said, handing over a sheet to me. She was fine, she was in perfect shape for a baby.
āIāll take her in.ā I said, walking over to her. I held her and kissed her head. I was a mother now.
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A few months later after everything had settled, me and Dad still shared a house in Hilltop. My daughter is doing well. In fact sheās happy as ever. It makes me so happy to see her happy.
Negan has stepped up and been an amazing grandpa. She loves her grandpa as well.Ā
so I know I said my break was going to until I said I was coming off break and people probably thought āthis random person will be back in a weekā well hereās to over 2 months!
I wonāt go into it but September-November were really hard months for me. December has been busy and lately has also been hard. I will start writing again but it will be slowš I really to want to write though, esp for twd, so if any other writers have any tips Iād love that a lotšøš
Iāll probably update smth in a week or so. Iām working on opening my requests again pretty soon as well, so if anyone wants to think of anything they want me to write im very open! Iām slowly working on one request and my AO3 fic<3
