I headcannon that Darry has already started to grey but is embarrassed that most people his age haven't so he decides to dye it. Yk those spray-on dyes?? yeah that's what he uses since its quick. I also don't think he would consider spray-on to be dye, so to him he's technically not dyeing his hair.
I saw you were taking requests for the walking dead!! I have ideas of my own but I have too many requests to get through at the moment and I’m always looking to help people with their writing so maybe you could write one of my ideas!?
Daryl x reader, Daryl is crushing on the reader and instead of telling her (because let’s face it, season 1 Daryl ain’t spoken to no girl before, even pre apocalypse) he leaves or gives her kind gestures. Catches her food like fish, squirrels..notices she like collecting flowers and drying them, maybe she finds new flowers under the stones she was using to dry the ones she picked etc and the reader knows who it is but doesn’t want to embarrass Daryl so she just admires him back from a distance!!
Anyways, you don’t have to write this but it would be great to see how other write it 🥰
Hey! Yes, I love this idea!! 🤩 I'm writing this during peak Alexandria era (hope you don't mind).
Beware: I used "y/n" in this😓
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The hot sun was blaring down on you as you placed some delicate flowers on the flattest stone you could find. The stone was standing in the perfect position to absorb the sun. You suddenly hear a familiar voice behind, "Hey, Carol. You're back early." You say before turning to face her.
"What's this?" asked Carol as she examined the book placed on your porch steps, next to a few different colored flowers. "That? It's my flower book! I'm really hoping to have it completely filled with different flowers!" You responded, flipping through all your completed pages and explaining how they're organized.
"But anyways, what are you doing h---" Before you could finish your question, another voice approaches. "Carol, Ricks lookin' for ya." Daryl. You didn't even need to turn around to know who the voice belonged to. "Yeah, yeah. I'm going. I'll talk to you later, Y/N." And with that, Carol rushed off.
That left just you and Daryl. Standing in silence. "So...what do you have there?" You ask, pointing to the bag he's loosely holding onto. "Fish." "Fish? I hope you plan on sharing!" You responded, half-joking but mostly serious. He glances at you before responding, "Yeah. Take one if you'd like." He tried to sound as casual as he could, knowing he only went fishing because he heard you mention your craving to Carol.
He places the bag down and begins reaching into it before you stop him. "Wait! I actually can't...cook." You confess with an awkward laugh. You were a little embarrassed, I mean who doesn't know how to cook in an apocalypse...right? The answer was you, you didn't know how to cook in the apocalypse.
"Oh...I could cook it with mine, but I've been real busy so don't expect it by tonight." He responded while closing the bag up again. He gave you a quick and small wave before walking off. He knew he was lying, not about being busy because busy he is, but about not expecting the fish by tonight. He knew why he was in such a hurry to reach his house, he needed to have this fish ready for you by tonight.
Later that night, you were reading a book on your couch before a small knock interrupted. By the time you reached the door the person on the other side was gone. You glanced down seeing a container, there was no note attached yet you knew exactly who it was from after opening it.
A few days later, you went to check on the flowers you had left on the stone. The sun had dried them up nicely, you carefully picked them up to not ruin the delicate petals. As you began to walk over to your porch steps, a gust of wind blew past you, making some of the petals rip off and land on the slightly over-grown grass. You placed the first half of the flower inside the first page of your book so the wind wouldn't blow the rest of it away.
As you kneeled down to pick the petals up, you noticed a few flowers piled together. They were being held down by a small, round stone. The flowers were beautiful and still looked fresh, they couldn't have been there for more than an hour or two. You pick them up and looked around, that's when you spot him. You just knew he left them there, you remember the way his eyes lingered on your drying flowers and the open book set on your steps.
You knew you couldn't thank him, he had left the flowers here anonymously likely because he did not want to be discovered. But, you saw the way he hung around as if he was waiting for you to notice the gift he had left. All you could do was watch him from afar, feeling warm inside because this could mean he feels the same way about you.
I headcannon that Soda and Steve would like and maybe even partake in street-takeovers and/or illegal street-racing. I mean we already know they're both adrenaline junkies (don't quote me), so I feel like the adrenaline combined with their shared interest in cars would really draw them to that sort of thing. Look idk how things worked back then so it could just be a modern day hc??
I would like to head cannon that Daryl is very avoidant of his emotions. That reflects heavily in his relationships (of course). I feel like the moment he starts crushing (?) on anyone he would try to shut those feelings down and give himself a million reasons why it won't work or why he is not a person that could be loved...just a thought (that I want to desperately expand on...lmk).
I see a lot of people mention how Darry would likely keep his parents wedding rings and give it to his special someone. BUTTTT- I think that Darry would let Sodapop use the rings when he finds the right person for him.
I also hc that whether Darry realizes it or not, he tests Sodapop's new partners to see if they are deserving of their parents rings.
