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HELLOOO??? This man’s face card is absolutely sickening.
Smoke...
This is the beginning of season 9, and since I'm still watching it (for the very first time ^-^), the events might seem a bit strange, but I believe it's on point. I hope you enjoy it, and my sincere thanks to @dixondisease for the idea, I urgently needed one to start adding our lovely Daryl to my masterlist, you're amazing💗.
Lust is a funny thing to feel, and it was a thousand times more intense when you barely had time to think, after all it seemed like the end of the world, but that didn't stop you from continuing to feel it, and it got worse after you met Daryl, a man with a big heart and little ambition, something you could describe as a wild animal trying to adapt to human law, to become domesticated.
It was difficult to get close to him, even from the beginning, when his bastard brother, Merle, was always around, bringing out the worst in the redneck, but after a while being alone with him became a huge challenge for you not to feel attracted to him, after all he's handsome, quiet, loyal to the group even with all the hardships, and it got worse when you saw him smoke: the way his lips adorned the newly lit cigarette, it seemed too hot to bear.
Around that time, Alexandria was going through even worse things to rebuild itself after the fall of Negan's empire and the communities' hatred of having them as survival partners. Did you know that Daryl was furious—rightfully so—with Rick for having to share food with the Sanctuary workers? He thought it was ridiculous that after everything, he himself would still have to command.
This would take effect the next day, and he was apprehensive. He had never even taken control of anything before, let alone commanding almost an army of defeated people?
It was too much, even if Rick, who is a natural leader, could handle it. You kept believing he could do it, but it would be unfair not to remember that that place had already been part of one of the biggest torments of his life, so he was right not to want to stay there.
Today, in particular, you were helping with replanting in the Kingdom, where Daryl had been for a while since it seemed closer to the Sanctuary than Alexandria. Your gaze went straight to him in front of the dining area, making you sigh as you watched him take a cigarette from the pack, put it to his thin, pink lips, light it, and take a drag... and, God, what a sight from hell, his lips, somewhat dry, adorned the cigarette, making you want to wet them.
Was it wrong to think about sex after all that, or was it just a result of everyone needing peace and quiet?
— You're cutting the tomato instead of removing the dead parts from the leaf.- Jesus' voice reaches you, making you blink and wipe the corner of your lips with the back of your glove. How pathetic, you were practically drooling.
— Oh, yes... I am. Sorry, I thought something was wrong.
— With Daryl?
— No, no, something's behind him.
Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) x fem!reader
You're a little chaos gremlin. Daryl Dixon thinks its adorable. Not that he'd ever tell you that.
The first time Daryl Dixon realized you were going to be a problem, you were hanging upside down from the roof of the RV.
Not metaphorically.
Actually upside down.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, staring up at you where your knees hooked over the metal edge, your body dangling freely while you rummaged through a ripped backpack. “What the hell’re you doin’?”
You looked at him with all the calm confidence of someone not currently one bad grip away from a concussion.
“Inventory.”
“You’re upside down.”
“Blood flow helps me think.”
“That ain’t a thing.”
“Says who?”
“Says common damn sense.”
You grinned at him then—bright, crooked, utterly unashamed—and tossed a can of peaches down toward him. Daryl caught it automatically against his chest before glaring harder.
“See? Teamwork.”
“You’re gonna break your damn neck.”
“But I haven’t yet.”
“That’s not comfortin’.”
You dropped lightly to the ground beside him, boots crunching against gravel, and dusted your hands off like none of this had been strange. Which, unfortunately, was becoming normal for you.
Daryl watched you shove another two cans into your bag before wandering toward the tree line like a raccoon with opposable thumbs and absolutely no fear of God.
He should’ve been annoyed.
Probably was annoyed.
But somewhere beneath the headache you constantly gave him was something warm and helpless and dangerous.
Because you made this dead world feel alive again.
This is art
C L I N G Y
summary: daryl is your safe person. you always felt the need to be touching him somehow— or to be involved in everything he was doing. but he enjoyed his space, and you pushed it to the limit unknowingly as tensions are high in camp.
warnings: fluff, hurt, mildly suggestive content, darylxfem!reader
setting: post-hershel’s farm-ish
word count: 2k+
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Hello! I would like to order a vannila cake with vanilla buttercream and a bit of strawberry frosting. As toppings, I would love some assorted fruits ("did i scare you? sweetheart..." with reader crying because of a conflict with Daryl, who couldn't control his impulses and feelings due to excessive worry and fear towards her) and chocolate drizzle as well (Daryl being really frustrated and angry when reader gets herself in danger and he almost looses her, specially because she has a chronical illness + Daryl literally destroys the danger right in front of her, and she gets scared).
Please! I know it might seem too specific or complicated, but this scenario have been living in my head for soooo long... Take your time. And thank you already, you are such a great writer! 💜
Too Close
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: Daryl lashes out after almost losing you.
Warnings/Tags: light angst, mentions of fainting, unspecified illness, arguing, crying, implied previous abuse, chronically ill!reader, established relationship, female reader (she/her), season five, no use of y/n
Word count: 1.1k words
A/N: The chronic illness part of this request means a lot to me because I’m also chronically ill. It’s also my opportunity to debut my chronically ill!reader. You can find her introduction post here! I tried to include all the elements in your request, but I was on a little bit of a time crunch because of work. This story did lean a little more into the hurt/comfort element and less angst. Hopefully, you enjoy the fic anyway!! The celebration requests are closed, but you can go to the OG announcement to see the context behind this request.
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“You never fuckin’ listen to me, y’know that? I told you to let me clear that house.”
An hour prior to this argument, you had made the mistake of pushing yourself too far, and you ended up fainting. The worst part was that you had lost consciousness in a room with a walker in it. In your defense, the creature was in a closet and nowhere near you. It scared Daryl all the same, though. You were trying to be understanding, but you were exhausted. Your voice was laced with frustration and you groaned.
“I’m fine, now. You killed the walker and all is well. I ain’t interested in fightin’ about it any longer.”
I love u papa
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𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ✉️ྀི ⋮ sfw. fem!reader. fluff. established relationship. kinda angsty but not. 642 words.
"promise m’somethin'?" daryl's voice is groggy as the morning sun begins to trickle in through the window. one hand wrapped firmly around your waist as the other runs idle shapes across your face.
you hum in acknowledgment, leaning into his chest, not really wanting to break the silence you had built between you both.
“promise that if anythin’ ever gets real bad, you’ll run.” he doesn’t say it as a question. no. he makes it a statement. he wants you to know how serious he is about it.
A seat!
A ride!
So it’s me wondering why I’m bored, unhappy, and unwell lately only to remember I haven’t been on my Tumblr tea. And I wanna be back but like school…school truly robbed me of my whimsy.
I miss Daryl, I miss Daryl… yea i miss him
if "Daryl Dixon" was released on PS2
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