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Masterlist
Hii, I'll try to post as much as I can, but let's be mindful that I like to take my time (I procrastinate ✌️). Still, I hope that the list gets bigger with time.
Daryl Dixon
Fluff
Hair Crisis
The tree house
Sweet Craving
In his arms
Smut
“Wanna fool around, Dixon?”
Fuckin' at the supply run
Blurp's
In another life (Daryl Dixon)
Movie night
Giving Daryl a Bath
Lovebirds?
I want to write a southern kinda gothic fanfic about YoungDarylDixon that has religious trauma, daddy issues (the actual issues!) small town that has a weird, yet soothing vibe, raw intimacy thats not related to sex (but it has sex too) and with Ethel Cain music in the background.
Yes that photo is mine, and every time someone comes to my house that’s the first thing they notice and they look at me like this:🤨
Lovebirds?
Summary: After the whole mess in the prison broke, you, Beth and Daryl were together. Until that awful night where Beth was taken, now both of you were alone and the claimers are the cherry on top of all your tragedies.
Warnings: The fuckin' DISGUISTING claimers, slight "romance", other than that nothing.
A/N: I know I haven't published anything about Daryl in a while or anything in general, but I had this on my drafts, so why not let it see the light, does it lead somewhere? I don't know, but I hope you enjoy it.
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It had been a long night, both of you were walking in the darkest hour, waiting for the sun to come out as you followed the tracks of the car that took Beth, but your pace was slow and you were already tired, still you had to keep up with Daryl, who was stobborn, thinking he could find the car if he kept going.
"Daryl, we need to stop." You were out of breath
"Go ahead, I ain't gonna stop," He replied, still walking
The sun was almost up, a couple of birds chimmed, and you stayed with your hands resting on your knees, trying to catch a breath. Daryl, on the other hand, continued walking, but his stubbornness gave in, he surrendered. There were no tracks of the car.
He sat on the pavement, and you catch up to him. He was way more quiet than usual, and you knew he was mad at you.
"Can we talk?"
"There's nothing to talk about." He didn't even look at you when he spoke
“It all happened so fast, how could I…” You couldn't even finish your sentence, your voice was in a knot, you wanted to cry, of course, Beth was important to both of you
“You were supposed to look after her!”
Daryl looked at you with almost tears in his eyes. It was true you were looking after her, but it wasn’t your fault they took her away. You tried to pat his shoulder. Lately, you were always trying to fix everything, but quickly, his hands pushed away yours violently, he didn’t want to be near you; he wanted space. You turned around, you were going to give him space, but suddenly, strong arms wrapped around you, grabbing you like a rag doll.
Daryl’s first reaction was fast, he grabbed his crossbow and pointed it at the guy who seemed to be the leader.
“Get off me!” You tried to fight, but they were way bigger, and some looked well-fed
“Shot, and your precious friend will suffer your consequences.”
Daryl simply followed the order of the man. Quickly, he knew what type of men they were, and he didn’t want anything to happen to you. He’d already felt horrible about Beth.
“I wanna claim her, it's been a long time since we’ve seen a woman,” Said one of the men, as he carresed your hair
“Get your hands off my wife.” Not a hint of hesitation in Daryl’s voice
“Fellas, that’s the man’s wife, leave her alone.” Said the grey-haired man
Quickly, the man left you alone, but they still looked at you like dinner. You ran to grab Daryl’s arm tightly, not leaving his side. This was the first time you wished walkers surrounded you, at least they would eat your body, unlike the men.
“Welcome, lovebirds.” Said the gray-haired man
....
“You alright?” Daryl asked, making sure you were good
You simply nodded as you clung to his arm. The whole walk, you were alert, following Daryl’s steps. All day, you were trying to find a way out of all that mess, but there was none. Even Daryl would constantly look at you to calm you down, let you know that he was too looking for a way out, but it was getting dark sooner than he thought.
The guys were quick to assemble a camp, no fire though, "it can attract the attention of people", they said.
“I’ll watch, try and get some sleep,” said Daryl
“Sure?”
"U-huh"
You got comfortable by Daryl’s side, head resting on his shoulder and arms intertwined with his, as he held you tight. It wasn't easy to fall asleep with all those guys who were far worse than the walkers, but still, you tried to get some sleep.
"How long you two been married?" Asked Joe, the leader
"Bout' a year," Again, not an ounce of hesitation in his tone, it came naturally to him
"So you met her in all this mess?"
"Yeah"
Daryl wasn't lying, he did meet you in all this mess, back in Atlanta, when you two hated each other. He could still remember how you two would wind up together, scavenging for the group while you called him "An angry redneck asshole," and looking back, you were kinda right, he was always angry and an asshole, but he had his reasons, the world had gone to shit, and he had nobody but his older brother. Now you were the only person left he had known since the beginning, and he didn't want to lose you.
I fuckin hate that I have ideas for a fanfic of Aerion Targaryen, and instead of writing all I can do is make manips 😭 and imagine the actual story in my mind.
Spoiler Alert- Stranger Things S5 Part 1
After all these years of watching stranger things, FINALLY we have the name of Steve’s dad! And it is Daniel Harrington, which honestly it truly gives douchebag vibes.
you know what, fuck it be free, keep reading that bad fan fiction, keep writing that bad fanfiction, keep using y/n, keep staying up to 4 a.m reading x reader, to be cringe is too be free
(just NO a.i)
Giving Daryl a Bath
Summary: Literally giving Daryl a bath. Time set around Rick’s “death”.
Warnings: written from the perspective of reader, small mentioning of knives and that’s it?
A/N: Honestly I don’t know what’s going on with me, but I can’t seem to write anything, so this is a progress.
The tub was filled almost to the middle, the perfect measure. The steam covered the mirror with the gentle, warm fog coming from the water, while I helped Daryl take his shirt off. It had been endless months of him going away, back and forth to the woods in the search for some sort of sign of Rick, but there was nothing.
On one of those countless searches to the woods, Daryl came back, wet and his body frozen, trembling as he walked. A storm had caught him by surprise and it was a miracle he’d made it back home. From that day, a hot bath became our custom, one that wasn’t based on lust, but devotion.
His head rested on the bath’s wall, water splashed gently, as my hands ran through his body, cleaning every inch of his skin, while Daryl’s eyes were locked on me, counting each of my moles and lines that gave texture to my skin, as if he tried to memorize every inch of me. My response was to blush at his intense gaze.
“Is everythin’ alright?” I asked, while my hands cleansed his chest
“Yeah,” A gentle side smile painted his lips
I smiled back at him. The gentleness with which he spoke didn’t match his raspy voice; it was almost too adorable for a man like him. Daryl had thick layers of armor that were unwrapped only at the sight of a few. He pushed himself forward; his back was covered in scars, the only memory of his dad, one that weighed heavily on him. For years, he’d been afraid and ashamed; he’d never even dared to take his shirt off, an insecurity that cut deep down inside him like his father’s knife. Yet, here he was in front of me, as vulnerable as he could be, naked, from his body to his soul.
the feminism leaving my body when I see Daryl smoking
Probably nobody cares, buuut if anyone is wondering about me I’ve been writing some Daryl stuff, but GOD college is draining the energy out of me and I have my period (GREAT) but I’ll upload something in a couple of days (hopefully).
So he does have hair? Good to know.
You’re back home, to that small town you finally run away from, but somehow you can’t escape from it, always ending up there in the summer. One day your car makes a weird noise and the only man that can help you with that is Daryl Dixon, you’d seen him around, the guy was a regular at the local bar, always mysterious and with a cigarette in his lips. He’s not much of a talker, but he helps you, and the way he opened the hood of the car while holding a cigarette from his lips as he analyzed what was wrong with your car lit a fire between your legs. Hands covered in grease and sweaty arms that flexed, showing his tattoos, it was a dream to the starved touch.
I felt all of that from that photo, bye.
I know Daryl Dixon and Eddie Munson aren't remotely the same (They might be, if I am delusional enough), BUT there's something about those types of men (Fictional) that I always fall in love with, and think they are sort of alike. They grew up in a trailer park and had abusive dads in the 70s/80s, and somehow they remain kind; they are the ones who people look at and judge before even knowing them, but once they have the chance to meet them are the most loyal, and they make sacrifices for the people they love, and still they can't seem to have a happy ending, so I just want to love them deeply because they aren't used to feel loved.
Bye, thanks for listening to my TED talk.
How does it feel to live MY dream!
Movie night
Summary: Everyone was at a Halloween "party" while you stayed and babysat Judith, but suddenly your movie night was interrupted by Daryl. (Alexandria Era)
Warnings: Mentions of the movie scream, Daryl "Hates" scream, kissing, a little bit of under-the-shirt action? (Not really), Rick and Michonne teasing you two, and not really taking care of Judith
A/N: I wasn't gonna write anything, but somehow last-minute Halloween inspiration quickened in as I watched Hocus Pocus, so sorry if it has grammatical errors or some other errors. Hope you had a great Halloween.
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The soft glow of the old granny TV lit your face. The only option to watch was some dusty VHS of the Scream movie. You were so into the movie, it almost felt like you were there. suddenly, you could feel your skin shiver as the sound of heavy boots was getting closer and closer, and it wasn’t Rick’s; he’d been out with everyone at the “party”, but you didn’t give it much importance; it was probably your mind playing you a joke, so you continued watching, and just as Billy appeared on sidneys window, a pair of hands touched your arms and whispered “Boo”. Naturally, you jumped and yelled.
“Fuck you!” You punched Daryl in the arm
Daryl laughed, while you still had your heart in your hands, pounding fast as you tried to catch up some air.
“Though you’d be at the party,” You said sarcastically
“Didn’t have a costume,” He joked as he walked over to sit next to you
“Funny”
“What are we watching?” He asked as he got more comfortable on the couch
“Scream”
“Don’t you have anything good? That shit isn’t even scary.”
“Either watch the movie in silence or go to that party, you choose.”
“Fine. I’ll watch the movie”
The movie was nearly over, and Daryl tried his best to pretend that he hated the movie, that it was bad, but you’d seen him throughout the whole movie being on the edge of his seat, analyzing, and at a certain point, your eyes met his, and he immediately made a disgusting face, at which you chuckled.
“So? Was it completely shit?”
“It was alright, I’ve seen better.”
“I’ll take it as a yes.”
“So, do you have any more movies?”
“Nope”
“What do we do then?”
“What do you have in mind?”
He started at the TV as the credits rolled, and you noticed how he began to tense and adjust his position on the couch. What he had in mind wasn’t something he could say out loud.
“Am I gonna have to say it?”
“Say what?” He tried to play as if he didn’t know
“C’mon, Daryl, am I gonna have to ask you to kiss me?”
You looked at him as your hand gently graced Daryl’s tights. Finally, he looked at you, and in his eyes, you noticed that he wanted you, but he was way too shy to even say it, so you took the initiative. Gently caressing his cheek as he melted to your touch, soft kisses on his cheek that started to trail down to the corner of his lips, where his patchy beard tickled you, but it didn’t matter, as your lips were on his lips. Daryl closed his eyes and held your cheek with one hand, as he kissed you like he was hungry, it was messy, and you could feel how he started to lean over carefully until he had you under him. The living room was hot, filled with desire and soft moans. His hands started to get under your shirt, as you messed up his hair, but the sudden sound of the VHS being released and the door opening as people laughed, made you push him away from you. Quickly, you got up and grabbed the tape as Daryl stayed on the couch, trying to adjust his pants.
“Daryl, what are you doing here?” Asked Michonne
“We were watching a movie, Scream.” You showed Michinne and Rick the tape
“Horrible movie by the way,” Daryl added
“Sure,” Said Michonne with a smirk
Rick, too, looked at the two of you with a smirk. They were old enough to know what you two were doing; you didn’t fool anyone.
“Jude is asleep?” Asked Rick
“Yeah, and Carl is out with his girlfriend.”
“Good, we’ll go to sleep. Thank you for taking care of Jude.”
“My pleasure,” You replied
“I’ll see you tomorrow,”
“Daryl, why don’t you walk her over to her home?” Said Michonne again with that smile that made your cheeks feel red
“Yes, ma’am,” He replied as he got up from the couch
Both of you walked over to the door, and as you closed it behind you, the voices of Rick and Michonne talking about you two made you want to never have to look them in the eye, but you were Jude’s nanny, so it was impossible.
“Michonne’s never gonna let that go.” You said worried, tomorrow was going to be a long day filled with her teasing
“Rick too”
“Well, at least it was worth it.”
Daryl smiled, and you smiled back as both walked under the moonlight.
“There’s an old video club on one of the routes of the supply run, maybe I’ll have a look at it, and we can have another movie night.”
“That would be perfect. Did you know there are two more scream movies?”
“I'm not gonna risk my life for some scream movies”
“Fine, it’s your loss.”
He chuckled and left you right in front of your house, and right before you were going to open the door, Daryl spoke.
“Maybe, MAYBE I’ll look out for those movies”
“I knew you liked it,” You said with a smile
In his arms
Summary: It had been a while since depression had hit you hard, and just as you had promised to go hunting with Daryl, you couldn't seem to get out of bed.
Warnings: slight themes of depression. Alexandria era, which season? I didn't have one in particular, Daryl being sweetly worried about you.
A/N: Overall, it's mostly fluff because I haven't been feeling alright, and even though I know being held in Daryl's (Norman Reedus) arms wouldn't solve all of my problems, it would definitely make me feel better.
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Daryl’s crossbow hung from his back. Usually, he would leave before dawn, but he still waited for you to arrive at the gates of Alexandria, his eyes glued to the pavement in the hope of seeing your shadow walk toward him. But as the sun started to reach its highest point, he knew that you weren’t coming.
The guys who were on guard opened the gates, and he still looked back one more time before leaving, still, nothing. Something was wrong; he could feel it. His way to the woods was quiet, no humming some song he didn’t know from your part, or questions about hunting that he’d already answered, and though he didn’t want to think about you, he did. He was worried, you weren’t the type to simply stand someone up, you were the contrary, always trying to be there for everyone, especially being there even 30 minutes earlier, which at a certain point scared him, and so, his whole day out there in the woods, he was distracted, missing some shots, and surprisingly even tripping over branches. He promised himself that he’d hunt at least some dinner, and then he could go back as soon as he could, and he did.
As soon as he returned, he went straight to your house. Knocked on the door twice, and there was no answer, so he opened the door, and everything seemed alright, the living room was clean, your books were on the coffe table like you’d been reading the night before, still Daryl went upstairs and found the door to your room open; you were in bed, curled up under your blanket with your gaze fixed on the wall.
“You alright?” He asked, slowly entering the room
You looked at him and answered with a small shrug. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, near where your feet were. He had been around long enough to know that you struggled with depression, but he’d never seen that side of you where you couldn’t even get out of bed.
“Sorry, I couldn’t go hunting.”
“It’s fine.” That rough voice almost sounded gentle to your ears
“I really wanted to go, I swear.”
“Is just huntin’, we can go any other day.” He replied, as his hands gently tugged away some pieces of your curls that blocked your vision, which ironically bounced back into your eyes.
A soft chuckle left your lips as he tried again to get your hair out of your face. This time, his hands lingered on the back of your ear, caressing your hair gently, as his warm skin graced yours.
“Can you stay?”
“Sure,” He said, almost in a whisper
With your gaze, you pointed at the free side of your bed.
“I’ll leave dirt on your sheets.” He replied
“It’s fine.”
Awkwardly, he lay in bed next to you; he wasn’t one to show much affection, but for you, he’d do anything. A soft smile painted your face as you changed your position. Daryl placed his arm behind you, pulling you closer to him, your head resting on his warm chest. It truly felt nice to be wrapped in his arms.
The room was filled with silence and peacefulness. This was the most peace you two had ever had in a long time. Daryl placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, and it almost felt like everything was going to be alright, that it all would pass, but for now, you wanted to stay there, safe in his arms.
I just woke up! I don’t want to see this, PLEASE DON’T BE BALD 😭
