#dog twd

[dixonzzgirl]

dog head canons (no one asked for these)

dog is extremely protective of you, like if daryl is pretending to sneak up on you, dog will show his teeth and growl (all while his tail is going).

or if daryl is tickling you and you’re squealing, dog thinks daryl is hurting you, so he’ll start barking really loud and trying to jump in between you.

he also gets jealous when you’re giving daryl attention and vice versa. he’ll whine and cry and flip onto his back with his paws up in the air to make you look at him. He’s just full of drama.

sometimes when you sneak some of your food to dog, daryl shoots you a glare cause he’d rather you eat and have dog’s share come out of his portion.

when daryl gets back early from a run and can’t find you, dog will ask “where’s yer’ mama? hm?” and then dog will lead him straight to you.

BATH TIME !! you do the washing and daryl does the drying. he doesn’t have the patience to sit there while dog shakes off for the 10th time in a row. so that’s your job :)

when dog shakes his sopping wet coat all over you, daryl can’t hold back his laughter, causing you to splash him with a bit of water. “oh, cause i thought something was funny,” you say as daryl glares your way. 

BED HOG BED HOG BED HOG!!!!!!!

daryl finds him a nice, big dog bed on a run, but dog still prefers sleeping snuggled up to you.

he usually sleeps at the foot end of the bed, but he shoves his snout in between you two and always ends up wiggling up further and further throughout the night.

he likes to push his feet into daryl’s back while you spoon him. 

dog gets locked out of the room when you and daryl have sex because he either gets worried that daryl’s hurting you or he thinks you’re having fun without him.

he’s tried to jump up onto the bed once or twice before, so daryl now lures him out and then quickly shuts the door.

he will 100% scratch at the door and try to shove his nose underneath it to make sure you’re both still in there.

dog thinks killing rabbits, birds and squirrels is a game, so whenever daryl takes him hunting with him he’ll kill them and drop them at daryl’s feet all proud and shit. 

when dog gets the zoomies, you chase him around the house and daryl thinks its the funniest thing in the fucking world because you’ll be chasing him and then he’ll stop for a second and do the play bow and then he’ll take off again.

he’ll also jump up on the couches and launch himself off.

a/n: i’ve never seen anyone do dog head canons before, so i figured i’d do some!!

[trashg0blin37]

More Daryl and Dog because I still love my bookies

[littleoceanfairy]

Dog, Dixon and Dinner

Daryl Dixon The walking dead Words: 732 *Trigger warnings* Post-apocalypse, Animal injury (mild), Themes of isolation/loneliness, Implied past hardship,no explicit violence, death, or gore

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him — Daryl Dixon. Maybe the fourth. Fifth, if you counted that time in the woods when you weren’t sure if it was really him or just the wind catching a glimpse of a crossbow through the trees.

But this time, it wasn’t him you found.

It was the dog. Thin, muddy, limping slightly, but tail wagging the moment he caught your scent. You’d seen that leather strap on his collar before, the carved “DOG” letters worn smooth from use. You didn’t know much about Daryl, but you knew enough to realize the animal didn’t belong to just anyone.

“Hey, buddy,” you murmured, crouching. “You lost your man, huh?”

Dog whined and pressed his nose into your palm. That was all it took. You brought him back to your safe house — a half-collapsed cabin tucked against a line of pine trees, a place quiet enough that even the walkers didn’t bother much anymore.

By the time Daryl found you, three days had passed.

You were sitting on the porch steps, Dog sprawled across the boards beside you, his head resting lazily on your boot. A small fire crackled in an old tin barrel just off the porch, the smell of something real — actual meat — drifting through the cold air.

Daryl stepped out of the tree line like a ghost. Crossbow slung over one shoulder, face half-hidden behind dirt and a week’s worth of stubble.

Dog was the first to move, jumping up and bolting toward him with a bark that echoed through the woods.

You watched them reunite quietly — Daryl kneeling to grip the mutt’s neck, whispering rough, low words into his fur. Then his eyes lifted to you.

“You the one been keepin’ him fed?”

You shrugged, lifting a canteen to your lips. “He found me. Guess we saved each other.”

Daryl gave a small nod, almost like approval, and his gaze drifted toward the cabin. “That your fire I been smellin’?”

You grinned a little. “That depends. You planning to rob me, or sit down and eat?”

A corner of his mouth twitched — almost a smile, though it looked foreign on him. “Ain’t robbin’ nobody.”

“Then come on,” you said, getting up. “I’ve got stew. Real food. Not the canned crap.”

That got his attention.

Inside, the cabin was warm and dim. The windows were covered with cloth, the table covered with salvaged supplies and a few candles. You handed him a dented tin bowl, filled it with the thick stew, and sat across from him as he dug in.

He didn’t speak for a while — just ate. Quick and quiet, like someone who hadn’t had a hot meal in weeks.

When he finally looked up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Ain’t had nothin’ like this in a long time.”

“I can tell,” you teased, leaning back in your chair. “You breathe between bites, Dixon?”

That got a huff of laughter out of him. Small, rough, but real.

The night stretched easy after that. Dog settled between you both, snoring softly. The fire popped. Somewhere outside, an owl hooted.

“Guess we both been out here a while,” Daryl said eventually, staring into the flames. “Ain’t used to… people.”

You tilted your head. “Then I’ll talk less.”

He gave you a sideways look — something halfway between amusement and gratitude.

Silence wasn’t awkward between you two. It was comfortable. A rare kind of quiet that didn’t demand anything.

You leaned back, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders. “You can stay here tonight, if you want. Dog seems to think it’s safe.”

He hesitated, then nodded once. “Appreciate it.”

Later, when the fire burned low and the air turned colder, you caught him watching you across the dim cabin. Not in a way that felt heavy — just curious. Like he was trying to figure out why someone like you was still being kind in a world like this.

You met his eyes, offered a small, tired smile.

“Get some rest, Dixon,” you murmured.

He did — eventually — on the floor beside Dog, his crossbow within arm’s reach. And for the first time in what felt like forever, the night didn’t feel like survival. It felt like something close to peace.

[paper-r-i-n-g-s-and-c-r-o-w-n]

I've never agreed with the Pope more in my life than when he comparess a dog contemplating whether or not to lick someone or bite the shit out of them to that one look Daryl always has on his face-

i mean look at him...

he looks like he can't figure out whether to punch you, kiss you, fuck you, or kill you.

[dixonsstinkysock]

Norman js posted these on his story… what gonna happen to dog :((

[memepixelexl]

You can use these no credit needed

Also posted on memepixelxl on Instagram

[darylsdelts]

Do you think Daryl would want another dog if the reader/partner of his ever found one?

Well I think obviously he wouldn’t say no because that would mean leaving the dog behind 😭

He’d definitely be petty though, picking up on things that your dog does that “dog would never do”. Constantly saying how much better dog is and how well behaved he is but he has a soft spot for your dog too, especially when it warms up to Daryl and wants to lay in his lap. Dog gets jealous at first but soon enough, both dogs are all over Daryl for cuddles, leaving you cuddle-less.

“Guess m’just better…”

[longearedhare]

I do think that Dog sleeps in Lydia’s bed with her while she’s living with Daryl because she has nightmares