・ ⭑⠀MONIKER OF LOVE⠀,⠀daryl dixon x f!reader
warnings/tags.⠀⠀MINORS DNI, mature content, moments of fluff + lil angst + lil smut, est. relationship, lowercase intended, second pov, f!reader but no desc given, no use of y/n, hints of sub!daryl bc i had to obvi
word count.⠀⠀1.6k
summary.⠀⠀certain men will refer to their girlfriends or wives as "mama" to express respect, appreciation, and sometimes a sense of her being a nurturing figure. this is exactly what daryl does for you, no matter where you are or what is happening around you.⠀⠀⠀OR⠀⠀⠀a collection of times of when daryl calls you "mama".
the world could be ending and daryl would still call you by his specific nickname for you. hell, the world was and is ending all around you. yet, he never stops. at this point, you’re convinced that you’ve heard it more times than you’ve heard your own name. he will call you the other and more common pet names still; baby, honey, darling. however, none of those are used to the extent as this one or holds the same weight, not even close.
he calls you this during quick passing moments that occur throughout the day.
once while on his motorcycle, daryl glances back at you as you hop on, your leg being thrown over the threshold. unlike what he expects you to do though, you don’t initially wrap your arms around him like you always do and instead opt to hold the bar at the rear of the bike, just behind you.
he scoffs almost comically, taking another look back at you incredulously, an eyebrow lifting. he knew what you were doing just by the hint of a teasing smile that threatened to pull at the corners of your lips. “the hell you doin’?” he asks, chin jutting out to gesture at your arms behind you.
daryl lets a half grin show as you just giggle in response, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as he shakes his head; a habit that displays his light annoyance while also making it clear it was all taken in stride. immediately, you wrap your arms around his middle so eagerly that it makes him lurch forward slightly in the seat with a grunt and you scoot in even closer to him.
“hold on tight, mama.” he says as he pats your hand that was placed at his torso, just moments before the engine of the motorcycle roars to life and he lets off of the brakes. the name makes you smile while you let your head rest on his leather clad back, cheek pressed against his shoulder blade.
he will call you that when it's early in the morning, the sun not even rising in the sky yet. daryl gets up this early simply because he's used to it, and it gives him a head start on his hunting. but before he's even able to start getting ready, he has to accomplish the difficult task of unwrapping your tangled limbs from each other and roll out of the bed with minimal movement, all without waking you up.
he fails, of course. he always does. daryl is the stealthiest person you know, yet you're just too damn determined to ever let him leave before telling you goodbye.
"go back to sleep, mama." he sighs when he sees you stir awake, his voice soft yet so raspy, still thick with drowsiness.
the way you pout at him as he leans down to you pulls at his heart strings. he remains strong-willed though, surprisingly so. he places a kiss to the top of your hair before standing back up straight and you watch him with hooded eyes from your comfortable spot in the sheets, knowing he’d be back in your arms soon enough.
he evens calls you that when both of you are in the face of danger. just like any other run that you guys have been on, there was always a high chance of things going south. and that’s exactly what had happened.
the air was completely knocked out of you as your back slammed against the cold hard floor of the dusty gas station. it was unclear where or how the walkers got in even after the space was cleared and now you were there, pinned against the ground with one right on top of you. while you managed to hold it back, your muscles were already beginning to ache. it was taking both of your arms’ strength to keep the undead creature above you at bay so there was no reaching for your blade at your side without risking everything, but you just might have to.
suddenly, a sickening squelching sound reached your ears and the body on top of you stilled. it was then lifted and tossed to the side like it was nothing, by none other than daryl. “i got ya, mama.” he grunts as he quickly reaches for your upper arm, hoisting you up to your feet before you could even so much as breathe a sigh of relief. he then began hurriedly guiding both of you to your exit with a gentle hand on your lower back, the dead still walking dangerously among you. “let’s go.”
you get called the endearment when you need it the most as well; when you thought that you may never even hear it again.
you remember how the members of your group parted, as if moses himself was parting them just for you and created a path that led directly to daryl. it wasn’t clear to you what was happening at first, you had hung back as everyone made their way into hilltop and your ears failed to pick up the reunion everyone had with him after his escape from the sanctuary.
a noise of utter shock came from you involuntarily. whatever was in your hands— you don’t even remember what it was anymore— fell to the ground.
his eyes had been searching for you, it was obvious with the way his eyes were darting from side to side and chin lifted to the air to look above the heads around him. but at your commotion, his head whipped forward to meet your eyes finally.
daryl was in front of you within seconds, arms wrapping around you and his head buried into the crook of your neck. it felt like home, to you and to him. he settled into your embrace like it was second nature to him, your hand coming to soothingly stroke the back of his head.
“i missed ya, mama.” he mumbled into your shoulder and the words broke you; a sob racking through your body instantly and your eyes started to burn. lifting his head at the sound, he lets your foreheads rest against each other just so he can see you while also managing to keep you as close as he could.
by the shaking and quivering of his lower lip, you knew he was trying his damndest to not crack and you leaned in to press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose before whispering back to him, “i missed you, too.”
lastly, daryl calls you by your designated pet name when you’re all alone; when the lights are off and the doors are locked, when you both feel the safest.
the hunter watches you from his place on his back, not even a pillow behind him cushioning his head as it was most likely somewhere on the floor. perhaps next to the discarded clothes that belonged to the both of you. not that it mattered or that he even cared about it, his mind was elsewhere right now. but who could blame him when your hips were hovered just above his and his hands gripped harshly at your thighs in anticipation.
from his perspective, he couldn’t even find the words to describe how you looked. it could be because you were just too beautiful— alarmingly so— even in the low lighting of the room. or it could be because you let your bare center finally meet his, letting his hardened length slide back and forth between your slick folds that made his mouth completely fall open in silent pleasure. either way, you rendered him speechless.
just when he was about to completely surrender to you and find his voice just to beg, you snaked your hand down to where your middles met to take a hold of him. with one hand planted flat on his chest to help your balance and the other guiding his tip into your entrance, you inhaled a shaky breath.
daryl’s head fell back against the mattress and lids fall shut as you sunk down onto his cock while a whimper escaped you. the stretch was downright delicious. and you could only guess he thought so as well with how he let out a drawn out groan when you were fully seated on him.
it takes him a moment to pull himself together, but once he does, his eyes reopen. it’s hard to meet your gaze, it always was for him especially when he was intimate with you. however, he forces it because after all this time, after all you two have been through, he needs to see you. it’s like the ultimate gift from the universe.
daryl then moves to sit up with his arms wrapping securely around you. the movement causes surges of pleasure to hit both of you, your breath hitching as you hold him against your chest and his mouth places sloppy kisses onto the skin of your naked cleavage. “you feel so good, mama.” you hear him say in a rough voice and the only thing you can muster up is a moan in response, his arms tightening around your waist at the sound.
your hands slide over any and all exposed skin of his; his arms, biceps, back— the warmth he was radiating off addicting. they then landed on both of his shoulders and you pushed him until he was flat on his back once more, palms pressing against his chest to keep him there this time. it was a wordless declaration that control was back in your grasp and it was going to stay there.
he grunts your name softly before following up, “gonna fuckin’ kill me.” his voice thick with arousal, speaking in the deep and gravelly way that sends heat straight to your core. you laugh, cruelly so, he thinks. and your hips begin to drag themselves against his that makes his gut tighten.
“alright, mama— do your worst,” he adds, breathless, and you do just that.
a/n.⠀⠀idk what this was tbh lol i just know good southern men loooove to call their girls "mama" & i know for a fact that daryl would too YUPPPP
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