#ace!daryl

[mccloud9]

I still think Daryl is Ace or Demi

[disappointing-critter]

Don't care what you people will say but Daryl is ace bye

[deansnuggles]

Where my ace!Daryl peeps at? Is there an ace!Daryl fandom?

[darkangelz87]

Rickyl Fic: Surprised By Love 8

Chapter 8 -Babies and Cuddly Porcupines- As evening drew on and it was time for supper, Daryl sent Carl ahead with a sharp "Git!" and a jerk of his head towards the prison. The boy started to take off but turned around quickly to give him a brief little hug, "I enjoyed spending time with you, Daryl." He took off, holding on to Rick's hat to keep it from flying off his head as he ran up to the prison doors. Daryl was slowly following behind him, a little content grin on his face. Truth be told, he had enjoyed chatting and spending time with the boy as well. It woke up a soft, gentle feeling in him that he hadn't known existed in him before. It was a nice feeling. As he slipped into the prison doors, a pair of blue eyes sparked with a gentle fire as the owner of the pair of blue orbs, their heart sped up with a similar feeling to Daryl's. …………………………………………………………………… Daryl decided to duck into the kitchen, his upper lip twisting up in amusement as all the women in the kitchen either grew quiet or turned into a giggling mess, the men just rolled their eyes in annoyance or stole little glances his way. He scanned the kitchen and his eyes lit up as he spied a pile of Ham from the last couple of wild pigs he had found a few days ago. He snatched three pieces and started to chow on them as a familiar hiss filled the air, "Really? Really? Eating with your fingers, Daryl? That's so rude." He smiled at Carol as she huffed in annoyance, placing her fists on her hips as she shook her head, "You can't wait till we got done and took it to the dining room?" Daryl smirked as he downed the last piece of Ham, "Nah, I'm tired so I wanted to grab a little food and head up to bed early. Sorry if I broke your kitchen rules, your majesty." He grinned evilly as he slowly licked his fingers clean. Carol rolled her eyes and the other women squealed or silently started to drool. Daryl pushed through the kitchen doors and shook his head in amusement. He would never understand why people thought licking your fingers was sexy. It was beyond him and he personally thought it was a little silly. His ears perked up as he was heading up the stairs to his cell. Judith was crying. He instinctively turned to the sound and wound up slowly poking his head into Rick's cell. He sighed in relief as he saw Beth was there and not Rick. He really didn't want a repeat of last night. He quietly cleared his throat, not wanting to startle the girl, "Ehem, Hey." Beth looked surprised to see him but her whole face brightened with her gentle, loving smile as she tried to hold on to a fussy Judith who was squirming in her arms, "Hey, Daryl." He felt his lips twitch in a almost smile as Judith saw him, her watery eyes turning bright as she waved her pudgy arms at him, cooing happily in his direction. Beth looked surprised, laughing, "Looks like she's happy to see you. First time she's stopped crying in forever, it seems like." "Can I watch her?" Him and Beth looked surprised at what popped out of his mouth. He didn't know one thing about babies. What the hell was he doing?? Beth looked a little doubtful but she grinned, holding Judith out to him, "Sure. I think she'll enjoy that." Daryl gently took her in his arms and felt a spark of panic as Beth walked to the door, "I just got through feeding her so she shouldn't need anything till I get back." Beth winked, "You'll be okay. I'll go eat supper and be right back to get her." and then she was gone. Daryl's brain was screaming, 'FUCKING RED ALERT, RED ALERT!!!' What did he just get himself into? He'd rather chase down a herd of Walkers than wipe a baby's nose and change a dirty diaper. He caught himself staring at little Judith in plain, cold horror and she was obliviously happy, giggling and pulling his hair. Daryl shook himself as he thought, 'You kill flesh eating Walkers without blinking an eye, you can take care of one smelly baby. Pull yourself together, Daryl!' At that moment, Judith grabbed ahold of his nose and squealed happily. Daryl smiled down at the beaming child, "Guess it's just you and me, little Asskicker." Judith gurgled contentedly as Daryl laid her down on the bed and made funny faces at her until she squealed with joy. At one time, he was a monster that was going to gobble up the little princess. Than he was a horse and a Daryl Jungle Gym. He twirled the laughing baby around in circles and he fell back on the bed with Judith lying on his chest as she giggled, grabbing a fist of his hair and cuddling up to his neck. Daryl felt that warm, gentle feeling that he felt with Carl as he gently squeezed the little baby, holding her to him as he hummed a little tune. It wasn't too long till Judith was breathing deeply, sound asleep with one fist in her mouth, drool seeping out and onto Daryl's neck and the other fist in his hair. He sighed. If he was honest with himself, he could really get used to this, being a father. Just that one word, 'father', sent a chill down his spine and made the scars on his back ache with a dull, phantom pain. He never knew what a real father was like. He didn't know if he could actually be one. He didn't know if Rick would even want him to help him raise his children… He sighed, closing his eyes as he cuddled around the precious bundle in his arms. He kissed Judith's little hand that was tangled in his hair as he fell into a calm, deep sleep. ……………………………………………………………………… Daryl twitched as something tickled his ear, he squeezed his arms tighter around Judith and felt something tap his forehead. THAT woke him up. His blue eyes snapped open and saw a very amused Rick, smiling down at him. Rick gently took Judith from Daryl's arms as he apologized, "I'm sorry for waking you but I needed to put this little monster to bed." Daryl shook himself, stretching and yawning as Rick walked over to little asskicker's crib, laying her down like she could break, "Nah, don't worry about it. I need to go to my room anyways. I was expectin' Beth but I'm actually glad you came instead." Rick turned from the crib, a little smile on his face, "Well, she 'was' coming back but I told her I could do it since I was going to bed anyways." Daryl's eyes widened, his now awake brain, very much kicking him in the mental seat of his breeches as he realized what type of situation he was in. 'Oh Dear God, I'm in 'his' bed, 'laying' in his bed, 'asleep'! Oh Shit!' Daryl jumped up like he'd been burnt, almost squeaking, "Well, I better go. You probably wanna sleep, so see ya later, Rick!" He froze as Rick gently grabbed his arm, his voice inviting as he softly asked, "Why leave? Why don't you stay?" Daryl turned and felt like the bottom of his heart had fallen out at the silent plea in Rick's bright blue eyes. There was a gentle yearning about his face and his touch was gentle, not rough, letting him silently know that he 'could' refuse, if he wanted to and leave. But he wasn't going to. Daryl lowered his eyes, slightly nodding at the other man. He was surprised and silently happy to look up and see such happiness and pleasure on Rick's face. Rick silently began to unbutton his shirt and Daryl looked away, his heart pounding loudly in his head. 'You forgot a slight, little detail Sherlock. You gotta take off your clothes to sleep together.' Panic hit him like a ton of bricks. No clothes = Scars. Scars = Questions. Questions = Recalling horrible memories. Plus No Clothes and slipping into bed with someone who was sexual was like dangling sardines in front of a hungry cat. He was just about to say that he had changed his mind but stopped, quiet and still but slightly shaking, breathing like a freight train as Rick gently cupped his face in his calloused, lovely hands as he stared lovingly into his eyes, "You just do what is comfortable for you, nothing more. You hear me?" Daryl nodded, gently slid out of Rick's reach and sat down on the bed, shakily pulling his boots as he felt Rick climb into bed behind him. Daryl took a deep breath and didn't look at Rick as he slipped under the covers, fully clothed. He didn't wait for the other man's reaction as he scooched over to Rick, wrapping his arms around the man's smooth, lithe back as he pressed his face against his bare, hard chest, enjoying the feel of Rick's heartbeat under his ear as he sighed happily. He smiled as Rick wrapped his arms around him and kissed him on top of the head. Daryl snuggled up to Rick, squeezing him tight as Rick chuckled. Daryl's eyes narrowed as he tilted his head up, looking at Rick, "What?" Rick grinned as he reached up to run his fingers through Daryl's hair, "Ah, I was just thinking. About how you're like a cuddly porcupine." Daryl glared up at the man, "I don't think that's a compliment, dear sir." Rick laughed at Daryl's silent pouting as he explained, "I say that cause you're really tough with a sign stamped on your forehead, 'Warning: Don't Touch Me or Die' written on it.", Daryl growled, reached up and pinched Rick's ear as he yelped, "BUT you're really a gentle sweet person who likes cuddling and children." Daryl raised an eyebrow at that last comment and Rick grinned down at him, "I saw you with Carl today." Daryl blushed, hiding his face in Rick's chest as Rick snorted, gently grabbing his chin, pulling his face up so he could look at him. Daryl was blushing and feeling like a fucking girl while Rick dreamily looked down at him, running his hands through his hair and caressing Daryl's face as he continued, "When I saw you with Carl and later, with Judith, I just fell harder for you. You looked so happy and content with my children and they with you. It was beautiful." Daryl felt like melting as Rick kissed him gently on the lips, his eyes sparkling in the dark, "You'll make a lovely father to both of them." Daryl wanted to cry, smile and Hug this beautiful man, all at once and damn it, if he didn't do just that, a little whisper escaping his trembling lips, "Thank you… Thank you." Rick held him close as he gently ran his fingers through his hair. Daryl couldn't remember ever being happier in his life as he held on to the other man, falling into a deep, restful sleep. …………………………………………………………………… "Hey! Hey! You sleepyheads, wake up! You gonna sleep all day or what?" Daryl stirred, slowly opening his eyes and slowly realizing that it wasn't pillow fuzz he was staring at but chest hair. He had strong arms wrapped around him and a puff of hot air rustled his hair and… someone had woke him up? He looked around, felt shock and adrenaline course through him as a cooing, smiling Judith was wriggling in a very happy, beaming Carl's arms, "You guys awake?" Daryl blushed, diving under the covers, listening to Carl laugh and a very sleepy Rick tell him to not be a smart ass and go eat breakfast. Rick burrowed under the covers with him, kissing him on the nose as he chuckled, pulling the still shocked Daryl in his arms, "We need to get a door huh?" "Hell Yeah, we do!" I guess that meant they would be sleeping together again. It was awkward but Daryl was happy. Oh so happy. -to be continued- Ugh sorry I was so late in getting this up! I've been so busy it's been ridiculous! But I hope u enjoy this chapter cause I really enjoyed writing it and was squealing and getting all fangirly with it lol. But see ya next week, at Wednesday! ;) much love!!! ❤😘

[darkangelz87]

Rickyl Fic: Surprised By Love 7

Chapter 7 -Acceptance- THIS was sudden and Daryl was very torn on what to do about the situation. After their passionate kiss outside by the prison gates, somehow Rick had led him to his cell. RICK'S cell! Little Judith was sleeping in the corner in her little crib that Daryl, himself, had made for her and Rick was sitting on the bunk, slipping his boots off. Daryl panicked. Was this a silent invitation? "Um, I guess I'll see ya in the mornin' then." He felt like a coward but he didn't even stop to see if Rick would protest or not. He raced to his own cell, heaving a sigh of relief as he dumped his crossbow and poncho on the floor. He was so exhausted that he just fell on his bed, fully clothed. Daryl sighed, closing his eyes as he gently touched his chapped lips with trembling fingers, "So, that's what a kiss feels like..." He fell asleep with a smile on his face and the memory of Rick's lips on his. …………………………………………………………………… The next morning, Daryl woke up and went to eat breakfast. He sat down, starting to devour a bowl of oatmeal when he saw Rick out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but look and see where he was sitting. He was a little disappointed to see him make a detour to sit with Glenn, Maggie and Michonne. He heard his brother's snickering, annoying voice in his head, "First you fell for a pair of balls and now you're acting like a girl? You're fucking pathetic." For once, he had to agree with the voice in his head. He was acting like a lovesick girl, the man can sit anywhere he wanted to, didn't have to be glued to his hip. "Hey! What happened to those 'dirty little details' I asked for? I've got some juicy info coming my way, mister." Daryl play glared at the older woman and she winked and smiled at him, sitting down beside him and nudging him gently in the side, "Well, well… what happened, Romeo?" Daryl slurped down a mouthful of oatmeal, "Well, we talked. I told him everything and he said, he wanted to try 'this' and that he cares about me a lot." Carol stared at him, drinking water slowly out of her cup as she raised an eyebrow at him, "And?" Daryl glared, "And 'what'?" Carol rolled her eyes and punched him in the shoulder, "Well, did you two make out, kiss, WHAT!?" Daryl turned red and he got frustrated at getting embarrassed so he laid his head down on the table, covered his head with his arms as he mumbled, "We kissed…" Carol cocked her head, "Huh? What?" Daryl growled, "We kissed!" Carol smirked, cupped her hand near her ear, asking in a sing song voice, "Whaaat? I didn't hear youuu." Daryl slammed his hands down on the table, raised his head up and yelled, "WE KISSED, DAMMIT!!!" Carol was laughing like a loon at Daryl's purple/red face as everyone in the cafeteria stopped to stare. He covered his face with his hands while Carol hugged him, kissed him on the cheek as she announced to everyone, "We were just talking about a dream he had last night, that's all." But Daryl glanced at Rick, to see his reaction and he was smiling from ear to ear, a dreamy, happy look in his eyes. Daryl's heart skipped a couple of beats. ………………………………………………………………… Later, Daryl decided he would take fence patrol, going through checking on the fences and killing any Walkers pressing up against the weak spots. He took the patrol because he had thought he would have some time by himself. But as he was driving a long, sharp, rusty rod through one Walker's head, he was surprised to feel someone beside him, pushing a knife through the next Walker's forehead. Daryl felt a little alarmed to see Carl standing beside him, a little smile on his face, "Hey." He scrunched his eyebrows together and nodded at the boy, walking on by him to the next Walker. "I know about you and dad." Daryl froze, his hands shaking a little as he drew the rod out of the Walker's smashed face. He took a deep breath and turned to meet Carl's steady, strong gaze. Daryl gulped, "You do, huh?" Carl shifted a bit as he bit down on his lip, "Dad told me yesterday, while you were gone." Daryl sighed as he sat down in the middle of the worn out path, moving some rocks out of the way as he patted the spot beside him, "Come here, kid." Carl looked a little annoyed at the 'kid' remark but he plopped down beside him. Daryl chewed on his lip nervously as he nodded at Carl, "You got somethin' to say, say it." Daryl was struggling to look and act calm on the outside but he felt like a hurricane was churning inside of him as he waited for the boy to speak. Carl tipped his hat up and cocked his head to one side as he looked up at Daryl, "Well, I wasn't TOO surprised, actually. I knew you and dad love each other but I didn't know 'like that'." Daryl ran his fingers through his hair and sighed as Carl continued, "I'm okay with it, really. Dad needs someone and you make him happy and smile." Daryl felt relief wash over him, 'Dear Lord, he's okay with it.' Carl scrunched up his nose in that cute way he does when he is thinking hard as he innocently said, "Although, I'm confused. How are you two going to be together? I can't understand how two men have sex?" Daryl's eyes grew wide, 'Oh sweet mother of God, this is awful!' Daryl blushed as he spluttered out, "I…I really think you should ask your dad that question but damn Carl, I ain't a sex dictionary!" Daryl scratched his head, uncomfortably as he tried to explain, "Well, uh, me and your dad, we care about each other and we want to be together but not in 'that way'." Carl nodded, "Ah… okay. I think I understand. You both love each other but don't want to have sex together." Daryl nodded, a little grin on his face, "Yeah. But seriously, Carl, I wanna ask your permission to love and take care of your dad, you and Judith. I can never and will never try to take the place of Lori but can I be a part of your family?" Carl sucked his bottom lip in his mouth as he looked up at Daryl, emotions rolling in his eyes as he answered, "Well... on one condition. That you promise to make my dad happy. Happier then my mom made him. She hurt him a lot before she left … I don't want to see him hurt again." Daryl felt his throat closing up as his chest fill with emotions at the heart felt words and the pain behind those words as Carl stared up at him, intently, waiting on his answer. Daryl tried to push back tears as he whispered, "I'll try, Carl. I'll try with all my heart to make sure that your dad is happy. I'll never hurt him on purpose, you have my word on that." Daryl held his breath as he waited in uneasy silence for the boy's answer. Carl stared at him silently then slowly smiled, throwing his arms around Daryl's shoulders as he hugged him tight, "You'll make a ugly girlfriend but I give you permission to date my dad." Daryl laughed, squeezing the boy tight, "Thank you." He pulled away and knocked Carl's hat off of his head, "That's for sayin' I'd make an ugly girl. I'm tellin' ya right now, if I tried, I'd rock a dress and makeup, thank ya very much." Carl shoved his hat back on his head and smirked, "Does this mean I get to braid your hair?" Daryl rolled his eyes and pushed him, playfully towards the next Walker, "Maybe. Now get goin' joker." Daryl was happy that the boy had accepted him and his dad, it made his heart light and full of joy. Maybe it was a sign of more happiness to come? -to be continued!- Warning: Fluffy cute chapter ahead! XD I've been planning the next chapter for a while and dang, it's making ME fangirl lol. Hope you all enjoy this chapter & look forward to the next one! See you all Tuesday!!! :3❤ *much love & hugs to everyone!*

[back-in-wyoming]

to that anon about daryl being written as 'slightly ace' - asexuality has a spectrum. it isn't just one set thing. there's ace to the point of not liking any sort of physical contact, there's ace where you're disgusted by sex, there's ace where sex is fine youre just not interest. it's a spectrum.

Ah, that's a very good point. There's also demisexuality and graysexuality so I'm really fine with him being slightly anything. =w= See, this makes me happy. I'm glad Daryl is on the ace spectrum and I'm glad the writers said so.