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gif @daryl-dixon-daydreams
Survivor about Y/N: Your wife’s a little high maintenance, isn’t she?
Daryl, bristling: She likes nice things.
Survivor: It’s the apocalypse. Nothing a person likes matters anymore.
Daryl: That right?
Daryl, leaning in while still keeping an eye on Y/N across the way: Y’like breathin’?
Survivor, gulping: Y-yeah.
Daryl: Then quit talkin’ ‘bout my wife.
Y/N, slinging blood off her fist after beating down a man twice her size: Stupid prick.
Daryl: …
Glenn: Man, how aren’t you terrified of her?
Daryl: Never said I wasn’t.
Rick: Go get her before she kills the guy.
Daryl: Y’think I can stop ‘er? Have ya even met ‘er?
Carol, casually knocking Daryl off balance and gasping dramatically: Oh no! Daryl’s hurt!
Y/N, forgetting everything to run towards Daryl: Oh my God, Daryl!
Daryl, glaring at Carol from the ground: Asshole.
Carol: What? You stopped her, didn’t you?
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Y/N: Do you like me, Daryl?
Daryl: …
Y/N: You sharpened my knife.
Daryl: Was dull.
Y/N: You found me new boots.
Daryl: Yours was busted up.
Y/N: You don’t let anything or anyone get too close to me.
Daryl: You’re a idiot an’ gonna get yourself hurt.
Y/N: You let me touch your hair.
Daryl: …
Daryl: Don’t make it weird.
Y/N: So, that’s a yes.
Daryl: Maybe?
Y/N: It’s definitely yes.
Daryl: What would no sound like?
Y/N, in her best Daryl voice: Nah.
Daryl: Well, ain’t nah.
Y/N: Are you flirting with me?
Daryl: Hope so cause I got no idea.
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Daryl: Gonne be rules if’n you’re gonna stay at our camp.
Merle, plopping down to grab a stick and reach for Y/N’s knife: Oh yeah? An’ what are they?
Y/N, swatting away his hand: Don’t touch my stuff.
Merle, rolling his eyes: Fine.
Merle, reaching for Daryl’s knife: Just gonna use—
Daryl, slapping away his hand: S’her stuff too.
Merle, arching a brow: Where the hell’s your stuff?
Daryl: S’her stuff.
Merle: Your crossbow?
Daryl: S’hers. Lets me use it.
Y/N: Correct.
Daryl, smirking: M’gettin’ good at this whole husband thing.
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Daryl, delirious from blood loss: Y’ever think—maybe we’re married?
Y/N: What?
Daryl: In like—apocalypse law. I hunt. Ya boss me ‘round. S’basically vows.
Y/N: You are not allowed to propose while actively bleeding.
Daryl: Don’t gotta propose if’n we’re already married.
Carol: How do you even know when your anniversary is nowadays?
Daryl, shrugging: Was warm outside. Figured I could just wait til s’hot ‘nough to start sweatin’ an’ make that a marker.
Carol, deadpanning: Romantic.
Carol, to Y/N, who looks miserable: Did he get you anything?
Y/N: Food poisoning.
Daryl: We both ate that squirrel! An’ I ain’t sick!
Y/N: You eat rattlesnakes and worms, Mr. Stomach-of-Steel.
Daryl: …
Daryl: M’a go find ya some flowers.
1,000 days of these chaotic things! 🥳
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Daryl, grabbing a puffy infant snowsuit: Put it on 'er.
Y/N: Daryl, it’s ninety degrees outside. She’s wearing a diaper and a onesie.
Daryl, beginning to wrestle the baby into the outfit: S’bite protection, Y/N. Babies got thin skin, don’t they? She needs layers.
Y/N, giggling: We’re only going to the porch for some fresh air.
Daryl, muttering when his hands are swatted away: Walkers can climb porch steps.
Y/N, patting his cheek before walking away with the baby: And that’s why you’ll be there to protect her.
-five minutes later-
Y/N, sighing and rocking the baby: Daryl, we don’t need a perimeter set up and why do you have every knife you own on your belt?
Daryl: S’what daddies do.
Y/N, looking at the baby: We’re in trouble when you start dating.
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Rick, rubbing his temples: Those two are fighting again.
Carol: She’s got this.
-Meanwhile, across the room-
Daryl: I ain’t apologizin’!
Y/N: Okay.
Daryl, narrowing his eyes as Y/N starts sadly humming funeral music while staring out a window: The hell y’doin’?
Y/N: Mourning our relationship.
Daryl, storming out: Jesus fuck!
-Ten minutes later-
Daryl, shifting from foot to foot and muttering: Sorry I yelled.
Y/N, all but flinging herself at him: I still love you!
Rick, blinking: That should not have worked.
Carol: I’m telling you, she has a Daryl Dixon for Dummies book hidden somewhere.
