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Hello Sunday 🥰
gif @daryl-dixon-daydreams
Y/N, noticing a tiny bruise on Daryl’s elbow: Who did this to you? Give me names.
Daryl, twisting his arm to see the bruise: Must’a banged it on somethin’.
Y/N: What was it? I’ll burn it.
Daryl, genuinely stressed by the overwhelming display of affection: Stop lookin' at me like m’a baby. Don’t need coddled. Made’a tougher stuff than that.
Y/N, cooing: Yes you are! You're the toughest, most dangerous boy in the apocalypse! Yes you are!
Daryl, looking desperately toward Rick: Help?
Rick: Nope. You’re on your own, brother.
My Sam and Lou fan art from a few years ago. Including some process pictures. 😊
Hello Saturday 🥰
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Daryl: Holdin’ that knife all wrong.
Y/N, rolling her eyes: I know how to hold a knife Daryl.
Daryl: Obviously ya don't.
Y/N, looking him up and down with a slow smirk: Well, if you're so worried about my grip, why don't you let me practice on you later and then you can tell me how I'm doing?
Daryl, ears going bright red: I—
Daryl, swiftly walking away: The hell’s wrong with that girl?
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Merle: You're a soft, weak little shit! Y’let them city folk turn ya into a damn house pet!
Daryl, lunging forward: I’ll show ya who’s soft, ya piece’a—
Y/N, clearing her throat and tapping her nails against a mason jar in her hands: What did we say about naughty words?
Daryl, stopping and gritting his teeth: Y/N, not now.
Y/N, shaking the jar, which has "Dixon Swear Jar" written on it in black sharpie: Every time you two fight, you have to put something in the jar. And whoever fills it first has to sit in the corner and think about their choices!
Merle, squinting at Y/N, then at Daryl: She serious?
Daryl, sighing heavily and pulling out his pack of cigarettes to drop five into the jar: Fine.
Y/N: You didn’t say a naughty word, Daryl.
Daryl: Callin’ ‘im a dumbass four more times today anyway. Just paid ahead.
Y/N, shrugging and shaking the jar at Merle: Alright, pay up.
Hello Friday 🥰
Hello Thursday 🥰
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Y/N, wiping sweat from her forehead: I’m sweating in places I didn’t know I had sweat glands.
Daryl, aggressively shoving a water canteen into her chest: Drink.
Y/N: You just gave me some three minutes ago.
Daryl, squinting through sweaty hair: I said drink. If ya drop from heatstroke out here, s’me that’s gotta carry your ass back to camp, an’ s’too damn hot for all that. Drink the damn water.
Y/N, smiling softly: I love you.
Daryl, grumbling: Love ain’t gon’ haul ya back through this heat. Drink.
Y/N, still smiling: Mhm.
Daryl, mumbling ever so quietly: Love ya too.
(I’m melting in this heat. Daryl, I need water too)
Hello Wednesday 🥰
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Daryl, teaching Y/N to throw a knife: Grip it like that. Don't get all upset when ya miss the tree. We’re just startin’ out, an’ it takes years’a—
Y/N, drawing back, throwing, and embedding the knife dead center into the trunk: YAY! I did it!!
Daryl, slowly lowering his own knife to stare at her handiwork: …
Y/N: Daryl?
Daryl, trying to focus over the wedding bells ringing violently in his brain: Uh—
Y/N: That was where I was supposed to aim, right?
Daryl, gulping: Yeah. Just like that. Do it again.
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Y/N, holding up a neon pink hoodie: Okay, but hear me out. If I wear this, it’ll be easier for you to find me if I get lost.
Daryl: It’ll be easier for everythin’ to find ya.
Y/N: It’s pretty and I need joy.
Daryl: S’a neon buffet sign for walkers. Take it off an’ put on the shirt I found in that trunk.
Y/N: But it smells like old pennies!
Daryl: Yeah. That’un says ‘past expiration date, don’t eat me’. Put it on.
Y/N: Past expir—did you just call me old?
Daryl: No. Called ya inedible.
Y/N, huffing and changing into the shirt: Not what you said last night.
Daryl, turning beet red: Should’a le’cha wear the hoodie.
Hello Tuesday 🥰
Hello Monday 🥰
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Daryl: Don’t need no sleep.
Y/N: If your eyes aren't closed in the next thirty seconds, I am calling for Carol.
Daryl: …
Y/N: And I’m going to tell her that you said her cookies taste like cardboard.
Daryl: …
Y/N: I think I’ll tell her that you need a bedtime story, too.
Daryl, quickly climbing into bed without even removing his boots: Fine! M’asleep.
Y/N: Fascinating.