➳ SUMMARY: Daryl faces the challenge of adapting to his role in a new town, feeling isolated and alone. Similarly, Shane grapples with the reality of living without Rick, finding himself in a solitary battle.
➳ PAIRING: DARYL DIXON X SHANE WALSH
➳ CHAPTER COUNT: 2/20
➳ SETTING: AU - MODERN DAY
➳ LINK: RIGHT HERE
NOTE: I have never written Shane before so I hope I did him justice. The fanfic is almost finished and I'm posting new chapters once a week on Sunday/Monday (depending on where you are). It would mean the world if you'd give it a bit of your time to read it and maybe leave a comment.
When Daryl arrived at the address that was written out on a little card for him, it was already getting dark. After putting his car into park, he double-checked the address and took another look at the tiny house in front of him. The neighborhood seemed quiet and deserted, with only a few dimly lit windows in sight. But that wasn't really any surprise.
After getting out of the car, Daryl stretched for a moment, feeling something pop in his back from the long drive. He breathed in the crisp evening air, the scent of pine trees and damp earth filling his lungs as he took a look around the street. At least it smelled nice here, very different from the city air in Smyrna, which was essentially a part of Atlanta anyway.
There was nothing else to do but to actually take a look around that house, his new home. The key he had gotten along with the address was worn, well-used, and Daryl could feel a sense of history emanating from it as he turned it in the lock. Well, he tried to turn it in the lock, but it wouldn't do a full turn, not until he pressed his shoulder against the door, applying just enough pressure to coax the old lock into submission. Only then it finally clicked and unlocked, almost sending him head-first into the quiet darkness of the house. As he stumbled forward, he tried to search for a light switch, but it took a long moment before his fingers brushed against a worn-out switch on the wall. With a flick, the room suddenly erupted in a warm, dim glow, revealing layers of dust dancing in the air and shadows lurking in every corner.
The house was indeed tiny. Daryl could see the whole space just from the front door, with a small kitchenette on the left and a cramped living area to the right. Beyond that, there were two doors, probably leading to a bedroom and bathroom, which, Daryl expected, were probably just as small as the rest of the house. You could definitely tell that an old person had lived here before. Not from the state of the house, of course not. The walls were freshly painted, and he could see that even though the furniture wasn't new, it was well-maintained and cared for - probably moved in here just for him. But it was that specific old person smell that lingered in the house.
It wasn't ideal, and there was a lot of work to be done until the place felt like home - if it would ever feel like that, but Daryl was determined to make it work. He should probably start lugging his boxes from the car into the house, but he couldn't help but search for the other set of keys that were supposed to be somewhere near the doorway. There were a few hooks there, but they were empty, so after a quick look through the sideboard drawers Daryl finally found the hefty set of keys tucked away in the back of one of them. He was already outside, when he decided to quickly run back inside the house and throw open all the windows, letting in the fresh evening air. Maybe that would help with the smell.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/20
Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Shane Walsh
Characters: Daryl Dixon, Shane Walsh, Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes, Carl Grimes
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, First Meetings, Not Beta Read, Alternate Universe - No Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting
Summary:
When Daryl arrived at the address that was written out on a little card for him, it was already getting dark. After putting his car into park, he double-checked the address and took another look at the tiny house in front of him. The neighborhood seemed quiet and deserted, with only a few dimly lit windows in sight. But that wasn't really any surprise.
After getting out of the car, Daryl stretched for a moment, feeling something pop in his back from the long drive. He breathed in the crisp evening air, the scent of pine trees and damp earth filling his lungs as he took a look around the street. At least it smelled nice here, very different from the city air in Smyrna, which was essentially a part of Atlanta anyway.
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Daryl faces the challenge of adapting to his role in a new town, feeling isolated and alone. Similarly, Shane grapples with the reality of living without Rick, finding himself in a solitary battle.
Where Merle goes, chaos follows, and in that chaos, trying to put their lives back together is always Daryl. Amidst the turmoil, Daryl crosses paths with Rick, and an unexpected connection blossoms, setting their lives on an unpredictable course.
Five months, 21 chapters and almost 80k words later, it’s finally finished. Go give it a read?
Summary: Where Merle goes, chaos follows, and in that chaos, trying to put their lives back together is always Daryl. Amidst the turmoil, Daryl crosses paths with Rick, and an unexpected connection blossoms, setting their lives on an unpredictable course.
Word count: 31,629 (so far)
Chapters: 9/21
As Daryl turns to thank him, suddenly Rick’s mouth is on his, soft lips sliding over his own. It’s a fairly chaste kiss at first, just the press of lips. But to Daryl, it’s everything. It takes him a second to respond, he wraps one arm around Rick’s waist, the other snakes into his perfect curls. Rick’s own hands are on his hips, one steadily sneaking underneath his shirt.
Daryl rocks his body forward, so they are pressed together and gently nips at Rick's lower lip. As a reward for that, he gets a small gasp coming out of Rick's mouth. When they part for breath, Daryl pushes their foreheads together, the warm breath ghosting over his face as they breathe in the small space between their faces. This just feels perfect. For the first time in his life, Daryl feels content, at peace, home.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Rick Grimes, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Characters: Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Merle Dixon, Shane Walsh, Lori Grimes, Carl Grimes
Additional Tags: Chance Meetings, References to Drugs, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, deputy!Rick, Biker!Daryl, Minor Lori Grimes/Shane Walsh, Alternate Universe - No Zombie Apocalypse, Insecure Daryl Dixon, Explicit Sexual Content
Summary:
Where Merle goes, chaos follows, and in that chaos, trying to put their lives back together is always Daryl. Amidst the turmoil, Daryl crosses paths with Rick, and an unexpected connection blossoms, setting their lives on an unpredictable course.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
I'm currently working on a Rickyl fanfiction, so I thought you should know.
I'm going to be exploring some darker themes and thoughts that are based on my life. Hopefully this will bring me some peace and catharsis.
But don't worry, there will be a happy ending, because that's what I want to give to myself too :)
A thousand notes? On my art? On tumblr? This feels like a dream! Thank you so much for interacting with this post and writing so much praise in the tags ❤️ I’m absolutely blown by the response
will graham be like "is hannibal in love with me?" my brother in christ people call you murder husbands, you got compared to patroclus and achilles, that mf shaped a dead body like a human heart for you, he literally adopted a surrogate daughter with you, he surrendered to the FBI so that you can always find him, he made you chicken soup when you were in the hospital, he was ready to run off to europe with you, he wrote you love letters from his cell, he literally tried to kill your entire family to have you all for himself, the mf could recognize you by smell and even knows if you change your aftershave... do i have to continue?
My personal favorites from my little series of alternative canon moments - these are inspired by scenes from Sorbet, Yakimono, Mizumono and The Wrath of the Lamb.
turnnoffyourmind
prguitarman
ellievsbear
andulkaphoto
theartofmadeline
areudirty
origamiaround
pixelskylines
snowghoul
