Oh man but that gifset of the st bernard crushing his owner! That's so Daryl though, the morning of a new moon and Shane has to go to work for paperwork and Daryl is all, nope! And lies on him and Shane is trying to get up but Daryl parks most of his weight on his chest and grooms him until Shane manages to get his phone and call Rick to explain he's going to be late and probably have a werewolf with him when he can get out from beneath him.
Right?! Yeah Daryl just wants him not to go without him, wants him to be with him and baby him, basically he just wants to press himself against Shane because he smells so damn good and it feels absolutely right to have him against him. And imagine how Shane looks when he finally manages to reach the station with the werewolf, his hair sticking up messily, his clothes wrinkling, his face sticky with saliva. And Daryl all wagging his tail. Silly babies. All Rick can do is giggle at the sight.
Man but Daryl would be so happy to be with Judith. He’d play tea parties with her, and help her tuck in her dollies, and when in wolfie form he’d sit still and let her braid his long winter coat and if he was really feeling kind, he’d let her dress him up in a tutu and crown and play princess with her. Even if he’d rather be the dragon or something.
"So what does being mates mean Daryl?""Well pup, it means I protect Shane, I make sure he eats and sleeps and that he’s safe and not upset at all. I protect our territory and scare away any intruders, and protect our den to make sure it’s comfortable for us. I scent him to make sure people know he’s mine and then when I’m in heat I make sure to-" "That’s enough Daryl! Carl doesn’t need to know!"
Daryl and the Grimes family are such cuties! He has a soft spot for Rick’s pups and will do whatever to protect them and even let her do whatever when he’s in the mood. I guess Carl would learn about what it means to be mates more quickly than Rick expects/likes and Daryl would be so proud of him as a tough one who can protect his mate and territory.
You think Shane tries to train Daryl when they first begin working together? Like even when Daryl is in human form Shane is like, “sit” and Daryl promptly gives him the most evil glare. So Shane tries with treats, which Daryl ignores and walks away from every command. It’s not until Shane starts asking nicely that Daryl even thinks of listening.
Aw, they really felt awkward, upset, affronted when they began working together. Even though Shane didn’t mean any harm and just had no idea how to handle a werewolf, he was being kind of a dick, which made Daryl hate humans even more. But now, when Shane says “sit” or whatever to him, Daryl pretends to be grumpy, and growls like “ain’t a dog” but jumps into his lap almost immediately, straddling his thighs, rubbing up against his body.
I really just want Merle seeing some marks on Daryl, or he can smell some of Daryl’s blood when he comes to visit. It’s only like a nosebleed or something innocent, but he pins Shane to the wall immediately, snarling in his face and is just about ready to rip his throat out until Daryl calms him down. Of course then he has to check his baby brother all over, nuzzling him and nipping at him before grooming his ears for him. Shane is shaken, but can kind of understand.
Eww, it would be grave when Shane needs to explain everything to that fierce protective werewolf despite the fact Merle has already known what happened and what’s going on just by the smell. Big bro must be oversensitive because of the horrific experience Daryl went through when he was a pup. Man I do love the relationship between the three and need more!
I know I keep talking about more wereDarylAU ideas and not writing them, but I can assure you they will be happening soon enough, I just need to get into the grove of things again. I mean it's insane I'm coming up with AUs of this AU to the point where nothing is making sense but it's all Sharyl so it's all good.
Oh you have no idea how much I’ve missed LU and those one shots! I hope you get a lot of free time to write all the ideas you have in your fabulous brain ;D haha you can’t help it because it’s Sharyl, no way you can escape from it!
Could you imagine if the Lycan Unit started becoming this big thing that other cities and stuff wanted to think about getting? And so Shane and Daryl somehow become these advocates for the whole thing, and other police forces are asking for them to come and give a show and tell them all about being a unit together. Of course Daryl does not like having to get on all the flights across the country but he does his best to stand beside Shane and not chew his tie to pieces.
Daryl probably tries to go talk to some werewolves about it and finds out that really they’re apprehensive about it all. Even comes home a few times with bitemarks and scratches that Shane has to clean up for him. Soon enough Daryl explains to the wolf community that it’s a great way to exercise, to work, to earn money and to not be threatened with a shotgun everytime a human sees you. It kind of helps and they get a few sign ups.
Oh man it’s the sweetest idea that Daryl’s the one who tries to convince them, even though he would get in a fight with some of them. He can do so cause Shane’s proved humans really need (not use) them in a good way and won’t hurt them without a justifiable reason. Also Shane knows it’s a tough try for him since he was one of the victims that got hurt by cruelty of humans, so he always rests his hand on his back to offer reassurance while they show how the unit works in front of others, does everything to comfort him when he gets back from a talk with werewolves.
I think after the bullet incident, Daryl would probably think he needed to prove himself a bit more. A part of him thinks he’s been shown to be useless and so he begins training more, both in feral forms and human. So sometimes in the middle of the night Shane will have to call the station and he’ll find Daryl still in the gym, working hard, training himself to be better and he’ll have to go down and get him to rest for once.
Daryl’s favourite training is bitework, where he gets to clamp his jaws down on someone and feel that surge of predator bloodlust going through him. Of course he loves the running them down part too, getting to tackle them and see them as prey, and then afterwards of course he has Shane cooing to him, giving him Stryker and telling him what an awesome beast he is and how proud he is of his big bad puppy and how he’s getting so many kisses at home.
Aww, just like the post of the police dog and the buddy you reblogged!(thanks for the tag btw!) Shane always feels awe when they do training, how strong and dangerous Daryl could be always amazes him. Shane likes a work out too, so he helps Daryl in human form too with training. He knows Daryl tends to push himself too much to achieve, and tries to be with him, coaching and supporting him when he’s in the gym. Of course there are so many pats and rubs and kisses and praises after training!
Merle doesn’t talk affection. He does love Daryl, but words are for humans and heck he doesn’t know how to say shit like that to him. But he’ll show it without even thinking. Like he’ll groom Daryl, press against his side closely, nuzzle at him, pin him to the ground and wrestle with him happily, nip at his ears, clean him as if he were still nothing more than a pup and pin him down for a wash even though he’s a fully grown wolf that can care for himself.
Even in human form Merle will care for Daryl without thinking, ruffling his hair, tugging him closer, stepping up in front of Daryl like a shield if he thinks there is a threat. Merle may be a dick, but he’s an overprotective one and heck Daryl has seen his big brother kill for him, and he knows that Merle doesn’t make idle threats. So he’s always careful to let Merle knows which humans he likes and which ones shouldn’t be hurt or growled at.
I do love the ideas Merle has really taken care of his baby brother, protected him, always been with him and done anything for him in this universe like you said. They’re family, brothers, friends, packmates, everything to each other. They don’t need words when they’re alone, bodies pressed against each others. Both of them know they love nuzzling at each other, running together and tackling each other so there is no hesitation between them as they do so even though Shane sometimes gets worried. When Merle sees anything threatening, he stands in front of Daryl, baring the sharpest fangs of his, making the most horrible growling sounds in the world even in human form. Humans can see the scariest wolf there. Oh overprotective Merle is my weakness!
Thank you so much Higgy! And I’m not sure you received my message I sent to you a while ago, so here it is ;D
Daryl seems to like enjoying change of seasons in natural environment. He spends several hours burying his muzzle into a pile of autumnal leaves and strewing them everywhere with it and his paws. The red and yellow of the leaves grace his thick winter pelage, which is a delight to Shane’s eyes. “Having fun?” There is a huff as a reply and Daryl lets himself dive into and rub his neck against a mountain of leaves. When they get home, Shane takes him to the bath to wash dirt off Daryl, chuckling to himself. “What?” fidgeting under his gaze Daryl gives him a glare. Without words, Shane runs his fingers through Daryl’s hair softly, showing a torn piece of leaf tinged with red.
I see that someone is back from NY! Guess that means I'll have to fill your inbox with headcanons!!
Yaaaay I’M BACK!! Thank you so much dear, I missed you and this so bad and needed it!<3
Heck I’ve missed you. I’ve been neglecting you recently, so I need to make up for that. So let’s talk about baby werewolf Dixons!!! And how Merle was so unimpressed with having a bundle of fluff for a baby brother. Especially when Daryl would follow him everywhere, even before he could properly walk and would stumble and fall over as he tried to go with Merle everywhere.
were Dixons are my favorite topic foreverrrrAw, Daryl would follow him everywhere like a duckling and think he could walk around anywhere just like Merle was doing, and often be carried off his feet by a stream and annoy his big bro. He’d end up with taking his baby bro in his mouth and carry him.
Daryl would practice hunting on Merle when he was little. Pouncing on his brother’s tail and chewing on his ears before having a scuffle and a little tumble fight. Of course Merle always wins, but sometimes he’d let Daryl pin him down, even if Merle was huge compared to him.
No but could you imagine how weird it is on the streets in public when Merle and Daryl are just acting what’s normal for them? Because body language and being close is totally normal for them, so they’re grinning and headbutting each other in greeting and to them it’s totally normal to nuzzle and stuff and all the humans arre like wtf?!
I can imagine Merle is secretly happy to see his little brother growing up and getting big (not as huge as him though) and so proud of it! That tiny body that climbed up and bit his body playfully and affectionately and clung to it grows larger enough to walk with him as Daryl bumps and rubs his whole body against Merle's and not to tumble down easily. Now Merle can pin him down without worrying he would hurt him and needing to be careful and he likes it a lot.And I think they still like to sit together, press their bodies against each others, eat something abreast in a diner and don't give a shit about humans watching them. (Daryl would snarl at them when attention is too much and Merle would just smirk.)
Merle really is a werewolf through and through. He dislikes humans immensely and does think himself superior to them in every way, but he can civil to them for the sake of his little brother. But in a moment of it being just he and Shane, he makes sure that the human knows that if he ever, ever hurt his baby brother, Merle will eviscerate him and eat his liver.
Shane is terrified and tells Daryl that his brother threatened him, Daryl of course finds it sweet that his big brother would do that for him. Promptly makes sure to tell Merle that he knows he’s a big softy at heart, of course Merle denies everything and says he just wants to kill that damned cop.
hahaha that's actually sweet! Merle must've thought at first that Shane's just a nasty human like others who try to tame and use werewolves selfishly. He eventually learnt he's not like that by seeing Daryl's attitude toward him since he can easily read what Daryl feels like from his body language and eye contact. Of course he's not a big fan of the relationship between his baby brother and the cop but at least he puts his trust in Daryl (not Shane) and lets him do what he wants to. Making sure the baby bro is safe and threatening to tear up the cop with his fangs and claws are just a duty of big brother, he thinks.
After Daryl is caught by the hunters as a pup and saved by Merle, he becomes a lot quieter and practically attached to Merle’s side. Of course it’s not very becoming of a werewolf to be afraid of humans and Merle tries to toughen him the hell up, but still if Daryl has nightmares then he won’t stop his baby brother from curling closer and needing a hug. Of course Merle just feels guilty every time he sees the scars on Daryl’s back.
Merle does not appreciate the human lifestyle. Though he may pick on Daryl for becoming ‘domesticated’ by Shane, he can see that now he’s gotten over his fear of humans, he’s happier for it all. Daryl suits the human world, but Merle is meant to be wild and free, sometimes the two of them hate being apart, they both want the other closer, but they know things have changed. The only thing Merle does like from humans, is fast food. Chicken nugget addict.
;_; Merle got worried about his baby brother who stopped howling or running around freely like before, came to hate humans more and feel guilty. Jeez, imagining how Merle felt after Daryl was caught and how he's feeling now kills me, there are so many feelings that can't be put into words for him to see Daryl being happy with humans. They've barely talked about it, stuff like how scared of humans Daryl was or how things have changed since then, but they just feel and know. Merle learnt how to leave his baby brother be finally, even though wolves are creatures to live together in kin group. But he never stops bossing around and sometimes tells him to get some fast food for him.
Not but could you imagine Shane dropping Daryl off at the woods for a weekend with Merle? And from nowhere this huge mass of fur just tackles Daryl to the floor and is licking all over him and of course Shane is panicked and reaching for his gun whilst Daryl is wrestling with the wolf. “Calm down Shane, it’s just my brother!”
Now I dearly wanna see the interaction between Shane and Merle hahaha. Even though Daryl's grown mature now, were Merle's a superior one, bulky and huge enough to cover Daryl's body and the sight of it reminds Shane of Merle's threat haha. And makes him try to protect Daryl instinctively as a cop and his buddy.
I can’t help but love overprotective Merle who loves his brother but doesn’t know how to show it. Like he will literally kill a group of poachers and run the risk of being shot for it all, but he can’t tell Daryl that he cares for him. “Yeah so what if I caught us dinner so you wouldn’t starve? Doesn’t mean I like you. Annoying pup.” And you know he still calls Daryl pup, because he’s still the little brother. and Daryl hates/loves it.
Yeah I do love the overprotective brother who can't show his love for his baby brother intelligibly. And Daryl who doesn't hesitate to show his affection, nuzzle and snuggle up to him has kinda helped him, he will never admit it loudly though. When he calls him pup, Daryl gives him a head butt in a way to show affection and annoyance, it's always their way and they've been just like that.
The evening light is fading fast, winter is falling upon them quicker everyday and Daryl can’t help but enjoy every second of it. Sure prey was getting scarcer, the days were getting colder, but winter was the time of the wolf, a time when the moon was out longer and longer, and he couldn’t deny the pull that had inside of him.
Sitting at the window he watches the sky darken through the trees, the world turning to darkness as the night falls and he can feel the singing through his veins as the moon finally peeks her face out from behind the branches to smile down on him. Glancing over his shoulder he finds that as usual Merle hasn’t shifted from their bed, still snoring away and dead to the world. Scoffing a little he slips from the windowsill, padding across the stained floorboards of their run down home in bare feet over to where his brother lay. There will be no hunt tonight, they fed yesterday and with prey becoming scarcer it meant they had to go longer without food to make up for it. He could cope just fine, hunger was nothing to him anymore, but just because there was no hunt, didn’t mean there was nothing to do.
He’s still a pup, barely seven years old and annoyingly still small for his age. Merle is practically fully grown in comparison, eighteen and with his fur filled out when his shifts now, fangs grown in and a real threat to everything he sees. Daryl hopes that one day he’ll be the same, but it’s not happening fast enough for his liking. Getting onto their shared bed he’s not careful as he begins climbing over Merle, working his way up until he’s sprawled on his big brother’s shoulders and whining into his ear for him to wake up.
Of course Merle swats at him at first, growling a little but Daryl knows he doesn’t really mean it. Teeth are bared but he continues prodding at the back of his head, tugging at the collar of Merle’s shirt with his teeth and practically begging for him to wake up. Merle swipes at him, knocking him to the mattress with one blow before leaning over him with a growl, Daryl can’t help but giggle a little when Merle snaps at him before moving to nuzzle beneath his chin. They greet each other warmly, rubbing their faces together before Merle moves to slump on his side, wrapping his arms about him and trying to keep him still as he grooms him.
Daryl hates being groomed, but he hates when Merle gets pissed at him for wriggling more, so he stays as still as he can, holding on to his brother’s shirt and letting him nuzzle at his hair and lick over his neck until he’s scented properly enough. As soon as he’s clean enough he squirms out of Merle’s grip, grabbing his brother’s hand and trying to tug him to his feet with a whine.
They don’t always need to talk to communicate, it’s the wolf way of life to speak through other means, ways that humans couldn’t possibly understand. Body language means more to them than words, and it doesn’t take more than a few seconds for Merle to understand that he’s full of energy tonight. Merle doesn’t grumble today though, instead he’s grinning, fangs pressed together in a smile and he even lets Daryl grabs onto his hand as they leave their house to start walking through their territory.
Between them there is silence for a while, both of them barefoot and just enjoying the freshness and safety of the woodland surrounding them. Above them the moon shines brightly as they reach the lake, Daryl climbing atop a rock to stare down into the water below, smiling down to the reflection of the moon that watches him back. Turning to watch his brother as he drinks his fill, Daryl grins as he flicks ripples into the water, watching as the moon’s reflection dances with each movement.
“Tell me the story again Merle.” He begs, sprawled on the rock, fidgeting a little as he prays for Merle to agree.
His brother huffs, walking out from the water to go over to him, leaning on the rock and shaking the droplets of water free from his chin. “Again?” Merle huffs, but he’s still smiling, nowhere near angry and Daryl reaches up to tug on his shirt again with a smile as he begs. “Daryl you’ve heard it a thousand times already.” His brother tells him, raking his fingers through his slowly growing hair and making him growl in annoyance.
Shrugging a little he doesn’t care that he’s heard it a thousand times already, he knows Merle will give in today and he fully intends to take advantage if it. Jumping up he latches his arms around Merle’s neck, hanging on when Merle moves and wrapping his legs around his waist to hang on. “Please? Just one more time Merle?”
Merle grumbles, but there’s no anger in it at all, it’s more just so he can’t be seen to give in so easily. Daryl squeaks happily when Merle helps him move around into a piggyback, hanging on around his neck, pressing against his back as Merle continues padding through their territory. “Alright, get yourself comfortable then pup and I’ll tell you the tale of Lady Luna: the wolf mother.” His brother begins and Daryl can’t help the happiness that flows through him when his brother begins to tell the story.
“Long ago, back when the earth was young, the wolf mother roamed the earth with her children. She was daunting in size, fur thick as the snowfall, legs as wide as tree trunks and a tail that could cover the sky with a flick. The wolf mother protected her children throughout the land, ensuring they learnt the ways of the wolf, moving as one family, one pack, hunting down prey and feasting on those weaker than themselves.
Then one day, the humans were created, two-legged and inventive, clever and sneaky, with weapons and a thirst for destruction. The wolf mother tried to protect her own, but her pack had grown so large that some of her children were killed by the humans. They didn’t hunt to feed, but for sport, for fur and to prove themselves to others. The wolf mother grew sad, crying to the night sky for answers, her tears falling to the earth and lodging into the ground as seeds.
Wolf mother knew she would not be able to save her children if they were to stay as they were, so she spoke to the Lord of the Sun and made a deal with him. She sacrificed herself to be set aflame to give her children the ability to shift, changing their skin from feral to human, allowing them to blend in, to hide in plain sight and vex the humans safely. But every night, the wolves would mourn for their mother, howling, crying, their tears joining hers as seeds in the ground, their mourning filling the air until it was deafening.
The Lord of the Sun took pity on the wolves and the loss of their mother, he plucked her spirit from the after world and moulded her a new form, far more vast than before, shining bright, everlasting and allowed her to remain in the sky at night, to watch over her children forevermore. The wolf mother took her place in the night sky as the moon, titled as the Lady Luna, ever allowed to watch over her children and see as they vexed humankind for evermore. And each night when she rises to watch them, her tears and the tears of the first wolves rise from the ground as moon flowers, following her beauty across the night sky as her children, and their children’s children sing to her in thanks for her sacrifice.”
Merle’s voice tails off, leaving Daryl smiling like a fool into his brother’s shoulder as he remains hanging on around his neck. “I like that story Merle.” He murmurs, looking up to see the moon watching over them both from the night sky.
“It ain’t nothing but a pup’s tale Daryl.” His brother scoffs, shrugging a little and jolting Daryl’s entire body with the movement. “You know that. Ain’t a lick of truth in it at all.” Merle shakes his head, joining him in looking up at the moon but despite his words Daryl knows his brother still likes the story.
Running his fingers through Merle’s short hair he sighs a little, feeling the moonbeams on his skin and the way it makes the wolf inside of him want to howl and run. “I know, but it’s still a nice story. And if it is true, then maybe mama is up there with the wolf mother, watching us with her?” He asks, able to feel the way Merle tenses a little beneath him, not angry but talking about their mama always makes Merle tense and on edge. Daryl pets at his brother’s head, trying to soothe him as best he can.
“Maybe.” Merle mutters and Daryl decides not to talk about mama for a while.
The moon is full, watching over them both and he swears even if it is a pup’s tale, he can feel them watching from above. “Merle?”
“Mhm?” His brother stretches a little, and Daryl knows he’s feeling the need to shift as much as he is.
Still clinging on around his neck, he nuzzles at the back on his brother’s head, licking there a little in excitement as he feels his brother giving in. “Can we sing tonight?” He asks and though Merle doesn’t reply with words, he can feel the instant his brother’s body begins to shift beneath him. Copying the motions he can’t help but whine happily when they’re both feral, Merle a fully grown wolf, grey in colour, painted deep and dark, dangerous in the dead of the night. He’s still only small, a pup, small enough to remain in place on Merle’s back, tail wagging against his brother’s spine as Merle begins walking, paws in the dirt and moon overhead.
Above them shines the moon, and Daryl can’t help but brace himself against Merle’s back, sitting up, pointing his nose to the heavens, stretching out his throat and howling as loud as he can to the wolf mother. Sometimes if he listens hard enough, he swears he can hear a howling in return.
