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djarindroid · 2 months

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Marry Me

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Daryl proposes to you under the stars (Established relationship. Setting- Alexandria)

Word Count: 712

Comments: I just wanna write endless fluffy fics for Daryl 💕

The evening breeze carried a feeling of peacefulness as you and Daryl sat outside. This had become routine for the two of you, after a long run or a day's hunt, you’d enjoy a quiet breath of fresh air together. The light from the porch lantern cast a soft glow over the both of you as Daryl meticulously cleaned his crossbow, each movement practised and methodical.

You, perched up on the porch railing, stared at the clear night sky. You’d always found solace in the stars, sparkling way above you, not affected by any of the horrors down here on earth. You almost envied them, so removed from everything, but if you hadn’t faced the uncertainty of this world you wouldn’t be here, with the man you love.

The amount of times Daryl had cleaned his crossbow allowed him to keep his eyes on you as he worked. His gaze was filled with nothing short of adoration as he watched the starlight dance across your skin. To be truthful, if he could spend eternity watching you gaze at the stars he’d be a very happy man. Deciding this was the perfect moment to break the comforting silence, he uttered two of the most important words he’d ever said. ‘Marry me.’

Instantly bringing your attention away from the sky you looked to Daryl, finding him watching you with a soft smile. His request settled around you, making the night air warmer as you felt a grin gradually spreading across your face. You hopped down from the railing and crossed the short distance of the porch to stand in front of Daryl. His eyes never leaving your face, he looked at you as if you were his whole world. You were sure the look on your own face was a mirror of his.

You’d face everything you'd been through all over again if it meant you’d end up here, in this moment. You knew you’d do anything for the man in front of you, and couldn’t fathom a life without him.

You gently cupped his face with your hand, ‘You sure you wanna marry me D?’ You couldn’t help but ask, though you were sure of the certainty behind his words.

‘Yeah,’ he responded without a second thought. The corners of his mouth lifted even higher as he added, ‘never been more sure of somethin’.’ He cupped one of your hands in his and tilted his head to place a delicate kiss on your palm.

You always knew you’d spend the rest of your life with Daryl but hearing him so sure and eager to do so caused happiness to overwhelm every fibre of your being. It was so overwhelming that you couldn’t stop the tears that slowly rolled down your face.

Daryl, ever the man of few words, spoke through his actions. Putting his crossbow to the side he stood up, his eyes stayed glued to yours. He brought his calloused hands up to tenderly cradle your cheeks, using his thumbs to delicately wipe your tears away.

‘Marrying me that bad huh? Didn’t think ya’d cry,’ he jested quietly as he rested his forehead against your own. You laughed quietly with him.

Saying yes to Daryl was as easy as breathing, ‘I’m just so happy and being Mrs Dixon is everything I could ever want,’ you confessed whilst lovingly wrapping your arms around his neck. Fireflies had circled around the two of you, as if the stars themselves had fallen to witness this moment of love that had survived the apocalypse.

‘Good, because I dunno what I would’ve done with this if you’d of said no.’ He pulled out a simple silver ring from his pocket. It was perfect, not too flashy, just a perfect reminder of the connection between the two of you.

Time seemed to stretch around you as he carefully slipped the ring onto your finger, the weight of its significance settled into your heart. Life was no longer about surviving, it was about building a future together. As you gazed into Daryl’s eyes, gratitude washed over you, thinking about how lucky you were. You knew the stars you loved to stare at didn’t contain all the answers, but in Daryl’s eyes you saw a galaxy shining just for you.

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dirtydixonsgirl · 11 months

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Can you write reader taking care of a very sick Daryl after he collapses while on a run? Feverish, he tries to tell her how he feels but she blames the illness. He gets better, gets embarrassed, but then they talk and make out session ensues - interrupted by the rescue party for shits and giggles.

Sick

Daryl Dixon x Fem!reader

A/n: this is gonna be fluffy mostly, thought this idea was super cute. sorry it took so long ):

WARNINGS: heated make out, deliriously speaking, illness yeah yeah yeah

Daryl was sick, it was exactly what you feared these last few weeks. The flu was running rampant in the prison, taking out your group one by one, it was horrible to watch. You and few others were safe, luckily. Your nerves have ease since the outbreak of this illness but when Daryl started to avoid you, you crept around to see what his deal was and when you found him coughing and sniffling you knew something was up.

Although you knew he’d never admit to being sick, you could see it in his eyes. Your worried eyes searching his face everytime he coughs or sneezes, he knew something was off, passing it off as ‘allergies’, but your worried gaze broke his heart, he didn’t want you to worry about him. But he also didn’t want to be locked away with the rest of the sick people, away from you of all people, he needed to be here to protect you, he knew that if something happened to you while he was locked away he would never forgive himself.

Here both of you stood, in front of Rick, Daryl demanding he go on this run with you instead of Glenn or t-dogg, he knew they were good out there, there was no doubt but the only way to settle his nerves about you going was to come with you. Admittedly, you were on the fence about Daryl going, you could see in his eyes he was getting sicker by the minute and Rick could also sense something was off, but he was well aware of how stubborn Daryl could be.

“Daryl,” you stood behind him. “You don’t need to do this, you should rest.”

“I’m fine.” He coughs a little bit before readjusting the items he was bringing with on the motorcycle. “Jus get in the car women.”

You cross your arms, watching him struggle a bit, biting back a few coughs. You wanted him to ride in the car with you instead of his motorcycle but he wouldn’t budge. Another thing you noticed as well was he wouldn’t let you be too close to him.

“I will as soon as you get in the car with me.”

He sighed. “M’ fine. I told you, I need fresh air. Missed this.”

“I’m just worried about you, Daryl.” You knew the affect your saddened voice has on him, how could he ever say no to you? It just wasn’t possible.

He knew you were only worried about him, as his cough was starting to deepen he realized he might be worried about himself as well.

“Okay,” he agreed, grumbling. “Let’s go.”

The car ride was almost silent, Daryl wasn’t much of a talker and your nerves were getting the best of you, he sat a seat away, you driving after a small fight about him being the man and wanting to drive but you felt like he was in no shape. His coughs turning into hacking, you kept glancing over at him.

“M’ fine. Quit lookin’ at me like that.” He mumbles, resting his head against the window.

“You don’t seem like it.” You turn your focus to the road. “You know I’m just worried.”

“Nothin’ is gonna take me out, sunshine.” He jokes, you blush at the pet name.

“You can’t promise me that, anything could happen, Daryl.”

Daryl was your best friend, the first person you had continued with since the group found you out there stumbling around, dying of dehydration. You both have been close since the beginning and you were well aware of the attachment you had grown to your best friend, realizing it was unhealthy, you knew it was okay because it would never go further than that.

Arriving to the desired spot, an old run down gas station across from a neighborhood you put the vehicle in park, turning off the truck. Your eyes turn to meet Daryls but suddenly they widen, taking in his features.

“Daryl,” you panick. “You’re sweating.”

“It’s hot in here.” He grumbles, wiping the small beats of sweat off his head. “Let’s go.”

“Maybe we should go home, I don’t think you need to be doing this.”

“God damnit, I said I’m fine!” He suddenly spats.

You jump slightly at his tone, realizing you’ve heard him talk this way to other people but somehow have never been on the other end. His eyes soften instantly due to your reaction, sighing harshly.

“M’ sorry. But seriously, I’m okay, can we just go? I don’t wanna talk ‘bout this anymore.”

You sigh, hesitantly agreeing. His skin was getting pale but you knew at this point saying anything to him was useless, he was too stubborn to listen to your words, he’d rather keep pushing.

You followed closely behind him, your gun raised, searching the area. His crossbow up as well, you always felt safe with him, he always would protect you, almost like he would jump in front of a bullet for you, as your friendship grows so does your love but both of you knew neither of that would matter because neither of you would ever admit to it.

After searching the gas station and few houses, making sure to stay close to one another, you had found a few items but when you got back to the truck, you noticed no Daryl, and nothing had been loaded on the truck. Your heart instantly stops, panic rushing through your veins. Where could he be? Did he get hurt? Did someone take him? The thoughts were running endlessly.

“Daryl?” You call out, the worry lacing your voice.

You leave the items unattended, you knew he hadn’t gone far off on his own will, he wouldn’t do that you. He always kept his word and stayed close. Running back down to the neighborhood, your feet continuously smacking the pavement, you find the first house he was in, searching it.

“Daryl? Are you in here?” You call out.

Nothing. Silence. You run up the steps, checking the rooms, again nothing. Your mind was racing at this point, your heart beat thumping against your rib cage. The emotions wanted to spill but you held them back, your eyes filling with water. You can’t lose him, not now.

The next house you seen him go into, the door was left open. Indicating that there was possibility he was still in there. You fling the door open, the living room empty, your eyes searching every corner, the liquid threatening to spill from your eyes. Nothing.

“Daryl!” You call out, shakily. “Daryl please tell me you’re in here.”

You search the living room, upstairs, the hallways, nothing. That’s until your footsteps patter into the kitchen area.

“Y/N?” Daryl calls out weakly.

You heart instantly filling with sadness at the site. The tears were now spilling down your cheeks, your eyes wander down the pale, sweating Daryl sitting on the kitchen floor next to the fridge. He is sick, very sick. Your heart pangs, instantly running over to get down with him.

“Daryl,” you cry, wiping his sweaty hair from his forehead. “I knew something was wrong, I knew you were sick.”

The emotions were over whelming. Your were scared, more scared than you ever have been in your life. This had confirmed your feelings about him indefinitely. You knew there was no hiding it now. His pale sunken eyes meet yours, his breathing slightly shallowed. Your hands were shaking.

“M’ okay, don’t worry ‘bout me.” His voice shakes.

You shake your head at him. “God damn it, Daryl Dixon. You’re the most stubborn person I know.”

He cracks a smile at your sudden outburst. But you were serious, he really was. You bring your hand to his forehead, feeling his temp. He was hot to the touch, burning up. You could feel the body heat radiating off of him.

“You’re running a fever, we have to get you back to Hershel.” You tell him quickly.

“Jus’ give me a minute.” He shakes his head. “I love ya so much.”

Your eyes meet him, sudden confusion written on your face. Daryl wasn’t aware of his words, the fever over taking his emotions. He wasn’t in the right state of mind but he knew those words were truthful. He always knew he loved you, but the words spilling out at the sight of you caring for him just came so naturally, he didn’t have to think twice.

Although Daryl has told you that he has loved you before, it was clear this was different meaning. The way his eyes were sparkling and how desperate his tone was. Like it was something he’s been holding back for a long time, true feelings. Your heart began to melt as you thought of your next words, stunned.

“Daryl, what are you talking - you know what? Nevermind, we need to get you home.”

“The only reason I wanted to come out here with ya is so I could be with ya, take care of ya. You mean tha’ world to me, Y/N.” He mumbles, his eyes searching your face.

His speech was slow, you were well aware he was now speaking delusionally which only made your mind race more. How high was his fever? You blushed at his words and shook it off instantly. He has no idea what he’s saying.

You take his arm, lifting him up, he wraps it around your neck, carrying most of his body weight himself but he was still heavy against you. He was slow, dragging his feet with yours taking all of his energy just to lift himself.

“I mean it Y/N, yer ma world.” He slurs. “Never felt tha’ way ‘bout anyone. Jus’ you.”

Your heart flutters at his words. You had wondered where this sudden outburst came from but ultimately you knew it was a result from the fever. He was delirious, speaking out of his ass. You didn’t say anything back to feed into his rambling you were surely going to tease him about this when he felt better.

“Y/N,” he speaks again. “Look at me.”

You glance up at him and realize he’s been looking at you the entire time.

“Ya so god damn beautiful, bunny.” He murmurs. “Hope ya know I mean all these words.”

Your face turns beat red at the nickname. Remembering he use to tease you with it when you first met because he took you out hunting and you caught bunny, just one, so from there on he tease you with the nickname. You couldn’t believe he still remembered it after all these years. It still made your heart flutter.

“That fever is really kicking your ass.” You laugh, trudging him along.

“Not the fever, Y/N, ma’ real feelings. I ain’t afraid of nothin’ but I’m afraid of dyin’ and not gettin’ to tell ya how I feel.” He starts. “Yer the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

His words although slow, you felt they meant something. Something in his voice told you his words were sincere, they were coming so effortlessly, like he didn’t need to think about it because he had been practicing this forever. You wanted him to shut up. The words had you a blushing mess, but you knew as soon as this sickness was over you’d have to confront him about it, you were not looking forward to that.

You helped him into the front seat, your face still red and your heart thumping nervously, you needed to get him back to Rick and Hershel.

“We’ll talk about this when you feel better, Daryl.” You spoke softly.

“Whatever you say, Bunny.” He mumbles, his head against the window.

It had been about two weeks before Daryl was feeling better. You had came to visit him multiple times a day, worrying about him. The sickness hit him hard, you worried so much that you were begging Rick to let you inside the place, risking getting yourself sick just to have your last moments with him. There was a big glass between you both and he couldn’t stand it, he couldn’t stand being away from you.

You hadn’t told him about his feverish words back on the run, you could tell he was just starting to gain actual consciousness of his surroundings a few days ago, he hadn’t mentioned his words, he just kept asking what happened and how he got there.

He was healing fast, his cough has resided, the blood from the cough was now gone, he was alert, awake and stubborn as ever, threatening to break out of sick groups cell as soon as he got the chance. The group had taken a fall from Daryl being sick, considering he was one of the important men and Ricks right hand man.

“You miss me?” Daryl jokes, throwing the curtains back to your cell room.

You eyes lit up in surprise, god how you’d missed your best friend. Your nervous mind was instantly calmed when he took you up in a hug, squeezing you.

“Daryl,” you choked out. “I can’t breathe.”

He chuckled, his big arms unwrapping you. He looked like himself, you missed this, you missed him. You knew it was time to ask him about his words, but you were scared. Really scared. Of his reaction and rejection, embarrassment was already running through your body. He must of noticed your serious look, he could always sense when something thing was wrong,

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks, questioning look crossing his face.

You didn’t want to look at him, your cheeks already lighting up. You knew you weren’t getting out of this without telling him, you pondering if you actually wanted to tell him or just lie about it, you didn’t enjoy lying about things but some times calls for drastic messaures.

“Y/N?”

“N-nothing.” You finally say. “How are you feeling?”

“Nah, what’s wrong? I know that look.”

Of course he does. Shit. You finally meet his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed down into his normal curious look. You hated when he looked at you with those eyes. You could melt under them.

Daryl was worried you weren’t exactly happy to see him. He wasn’t even sure of how he got to where he ended up with all those sick people, what if he did something to hurt you? Said something to hurt you?

“Just something you said when you were sick.” You admit.

Instant fear ran through his body at the possibly of what could’ve been said to you. He was clearly delirious and out of his mind but the look on his face told him whatever he said was important to you and weighed heavy on your mind.

“W-what’d I say?”

“Just that you loved me.” You shrug.

“Why’s that bad?”

“Because your tone was different.”

Daryl looked at you for a moment, hiding behind his beautiful long brown hair, blue eyes you’ve came to love, staring deeply into your eyes. He knew he loved you, he thought it was obvious enough. After everything you both have been through how could he not love you? You were everything to him and he would do anything to protect you. He just couldn’t believe he didn’t get to say it to you in a more conscious state of mind, he might have saved himself the embarrassment because he was for sure that you didn’t feel the same way.

You noticed his posture, he was nervous, his nerves were eating him alive. You knew that look all too well. He was panicking inside. You knew exactly how to fix his situation, without a word you leaned up, cupping his cheek, feeling the bristles from his beard poking at you, connecting your lips. The sparks inside you were running rampant at the feeling. Daryl’s lips felt perfect on yours, without hesitation he kissed you back with the even more passion.

His body reacting before his mind he pushes you up against the wall, his hands pulling your back closer to him to close the proximity. Your hands waver up his shirt feeling his warmth and muscles under your touch making him shiver with the contact. Your kiss was needy and desperate and he was falling putty into your hands, allowing your hands to roam where they please.

But your hands found there way to his hair, it set something off in him. Tugging on his hair slightly erupted a groan from him straight into your mouth and you felt it travel all the way down you. This wasn’t suppose to be happening but the adrenaline coursing through you both was too much to handle.

You couldn’t help but pray that none of this ruined your friendship.

“Daryl, are you-“ You could hear the sound of Rick walking past the prison cells. “Well holy shit.”

You both instantly disconnected bodies, staring into the faces of Rick, Glenn, Hershel and Maggie staring back at you. Some faces shocked, some faces smirking as they knew all too well. The embarrassment burned both of your cheeks, readjusting yourselves. You both were never going to live this down.

“You comin’?” Ricks voice wavers through the prison once more.

“What?” Daryl asks back, slightly confused and taken back by his words.

“You comin’?” Glenn repeats now, a smirk littering his face causing a swat from Maggie. “You know, to help take out the walkers at the gate?”

“Oh.” He sighs, realizing that’s not what they meant. “Yeah, yeah, M’ comin’.”

A few of them begin to snicker, walking away from the cell to leave you both drowning in your own embarrassment. At this point you just wanted to run away and hide, being both of the shyest people here being caught in a hot and heavy make out session was just not exactly what you wanted to envision for yours and Daryl’s first kiss.

You looked at him, giggling and he let a half smile cross his lips. You weren’t sure of a lot of things anymore in this world but one thing you knew is that you love Daryl back, probably even more than that.

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rite4fun · 11 months

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new do’s and babbling no’s

enjoy this sweet short blurb of pure fluff bc that’s the mood i’m in 😭

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“ow!”

“quit” your fingers comb through the top of his hair, gathering some pieces to create a small braid then wrapping a light blue colored elastic around it. the gentle pull of his hair making him release a hiss through his teeth, “stop it, you’re going to make her scared”

“she should be, nearly yanking m’ hair out m’ head” daryl sits on the ground, resting his back against the couch that you reside on behind him, his broad shoulders nestled between your legs with your skillful hands in his hair.

“no i’m not sweetheart.. daddys’ just a big baby” you coo softly at the small baby girl that sits between daryls stretched out legs, tiny hands playing with a soft plush bunny, big blue doe eyes entranced by the two people infront of her. daryl grumbles in response as you tighten the two braided pigtails up atop his head, ruffling the loose bottom half, “daddy looks so pretty, hm?”

squeezing the plush toy in excitement, giggling delightfully behind the pink pacifier in her mouth, you watch as she reaches her hands out to daryl- who immediately accommodates to her needs, letting her hold onto his hands to shakily stand and wobble closer in order to reach up and play with the strands of hairs that stick out more than the rest.

“ow!” daryl yelps when she pulls too hard, startling her for a second before she quickly finds something else to focus on, tugging on the letter shaped necklace that hangs from his neck; an initial that begins your first name, “like mother, like daughter”

you swat at his shoulder as his blue eyes glint mischievously up at you with an equally playful smile gracing his lips. unable to stop yourself, you lean down to press your own against his, humming at the familar scruff that scratches at your bare skin.

“no, no, no, no” the babbling of your daughter takes both of your attention as she gleefully jumps up and down, little arms held out for her mother.

“that’s right! daddy has no idea what he is talking about” you joke as you grab her tiny body, lifting her onto your lap, fingers musing over her growing baby hair, “want mama to do your hair now?”

“not sure i wanna risk the little hair she has” daryl laughs with his words, immediately shifting his body further away from you as you reach to swat at him again but missing this time. you settle your daughter more securely in your lap as you begin gathering small pieces of her hair.

“shut up” you stick your tongue out at him childishly but you don’t get far in putting her hair up when she throws herself back into your body in a hissy fit.

daryl doesn’t say anything from his spot on the ground, only raising his eyebrows as he watches the little one let out a loud whine as she squirms around.

you narrow your eyes, ready to quip back some sharp remark but the doorbell rings. you quickly gather the toddler into your arms as you stand, “better go answer it, princess”

“.. wha’?”

you smirk as you lightly bounce the now calm baby in your arms before squatting infront of his still figure, eyes gazing over his new hairdo and the shook expression he holds, “i gotta tend to our daughter, so you get to answer the door”

you leave him with a quick bruising kiss and a slight ruffling of his hair, nearly prancing out of the living room as you softly talk to the small girl in your arms.

daryl can’t hear exactly what you’re saying but giggles erupt from the both of you as you exit the room and he can’t find himself to be anything but happy, warmth flooding his chest at the clear happiness that emits from his girls.

so if he blindly answers the doors with two braided pigtails atop his head, well- he can only hope whoever stands on the other side keeps quiet on the matter.

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strnqer · 11 months

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you glanced up at daryl as he leaned against the chair casually while sharpening his knives.

you sat at his feet working on a flower crown for him but you stopped, momentarily pulled in by daryl’s beauty, you just couldn’t look away from him. his hands worked quickly yet efficiently on his knives and his legs were wide open, almost as if they were inviting you in.

your eyes twinkled in the sun as you gazed. you were admiring him. you smiled before leaning over and laying your head on his lap, looking out at the farm before you.

daryl grunted “whatcha doin’, girl.” you sighed and shuffled closer to his leg, your arms now wrapping themselves around his calf, the flower crown long forgotten. “lovin’ on ya.” you muttered.

daryl scoffed in return, but you just knew there was a small twitch of a smile on his face as a heavy hand landed on your head. he began to pet you, and almost as if he were petting a little puppy he scratched behind your ear.

“lovin’ on ya,” daryl mocked quietly, “jus’ wanted attention, huh.” your smile widened at his words, the feeling of his hand soothing you never failed to make you feel safer.

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twigg96 · 8 months

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Hello my sweet lovelies. I’ve been trying to write some more Daryl X Y/N and thought what better way to get started than doing the Fluffy and Naughty Alphabet HCs! 😊 so please enjoy the start to my little 52 HC journey!

Daryl Dixon’s Fluffy Hc Alphabet:

A - Attractive (what about their partner do they like most?)

Daryl loves a partner that cares a lot about other people. Those who put themselves before the betterment of the group are not people who Daryl can ever get along with. He finds kindness, compassion, honesty, and openness attractive in particular.

B - Banter (How do they tease each other? Is it always friendly/ flirtatious or does it turn nasty?)

Daryl doesn’t conventionally tease his partner. But in an unconventional world he thinks their version of teasing fits right in. Instead of the jovial picking other couples do, Daryl will often come over and say nothing but simply take a bite out of his partner’s food, smiling devilishly as he continues on his duties. While walking on patrol together, Daryl and his partner will go from walking hand in hand to playfully bumping each other to shoving each other off the path and into the plant life that lives along the side of the road. Neither partner can always read the other’s emotions so if Daryl is in a dark head space he will lash out if his partner tries to tease him. The same however can be said too for his partner.

C - Cute (Cuddles, Handholding, Sweet Touches, Caresses, Sneaky Moves)

Mr. Dixon is not into PDA. He doesn’t like people having the upper hand on him with information that could be used against him. Plus he’s really really busy a lot of the time. It’s not until the pair are alone either in the darkness of the night or shrouded in the forest that he allows himself to become more vulnerable. Taking his partner’s hand when there are no Walkers about he rubs his thumb over the back of their hand as he whispers plans about the day to come.

In the dead of night he’ll pull his lover close letting them cuddle close to his chest. He’d run his fingers through their hair. It would be a peaceful silence with a few shared kisses simply listening to their shared breaths and heartbeats. As sleep over takes them both and the last thing either of them hear is “I love you” from either partner.

But Daryl isn’t all innocent and shy all the time. Sometimes when things are good he’ll come around and smirk at his partner as they work. Walking up as they bed over he pinches their ass and covers their mouth telling them to meet him in the house in ten minutes.

D - Dates (What kind of dates do they like to take their partners on Are they creative with their date ideas?)

In the post apocalypse there isn’t really time for what we would consider real dates. There is no movie theater. No restaurants. No Pools. No beach. No hotels. Daryl couldn’t do the things he really desperately craved to do with his partner and it killed him. This topic has sparked more fights in your relationship than either of you would ever care to admit. Daryl wanted to provide for you and take you out on real dates. You however saw the sweet scenic bike rides you both took as date enough. His partner saw scouting ahead on a peaceful day as a date. Or even just doing nothing within the walls talking about everything. Eventually you both agree to disagree.

E - Eat (Do they have similar tastes in food or do they share food at the dinner table? I. E. Swapping the tomatoes on the burger for the pickles on their partner's chicken sandwich)

There is no room to be picky after the turn. With good food so scarce if someone didn’t like dinner that night they just didn’t eat. But Daryl hated it when his partner didn’t eat. So he went out of his way to find food they liked when dinner was something he knew they wouldn’t like. He’d offer them the stuff they like off his plate and took the food they didn’t like. No problems or fuss. He loved you.

F - Fire (What drives them the most in the relationship?)

Seeing you survive. Daryl couldn’t live with himself if he ever lost you. And he knew that it was unrealistic to try and expect that his partner would live well past when he would live. That he would die long before his partner and be waiting wherever it was on the other side for them. But it made him so sick thinking about the opposite so he simply did his best to keep you safe.

G - Generosity (How do they show their partner they care?)

Daryl was extremely caring in his love. He may not always show it or even say it but he is always thinking about his partner’s wellbeing. He looks for safer paths to take when they scout together, ones they can’t be ambushed on or that are easier to walk on. He always checks you over for cuts and bruises when he sees you before hugging you too tight or kissing you. He is on high alert outside of the camp at all times ready to protect. He gives his food to you when you need it.

H - Hot Head (Are they quick to anger? Are they spiteful in a fight? Will they say things they don't mean just to piss their partner off? Or are they easy going?)

Oh sweet lord. Yes. This man is a hot head. He is like a volcano. Full of anger and negative emotions that when placed under pressure will make him explode and cover other in the anger and negativity. But understand that this is a product of a horrifically broken home. He tries like hell to keep from erupting all over you. But sometimes it just happens and he never means for it to get as out of hand as it gets.

Daryl gets mean when he’s pissed. He gets nasty and spiteful. He will pull up shit from past fights just to fuel the fire of the argument and keep it going until he feels like you’re just as pissed off at him as he is at himself.

Whatever you do… do not give this man alcohol and expect him to be ok. He is an angry drunk and has no self control. He will get into an argument sometime into the night and it will be more than either of you can handle.

I - Interest (What are some of the interests they may share?)

Before the turn you both enjoyed bike rides and the occasional night out.

But now that the turn happened, you both like the time you spend together hunting and scouting. You both love providing for your camp. And you both still love riding.

J- Jealousy (Are they the Jealous type? How would they act if they were?)

Sweet God yes he’s very jealous! He trusts Rick more than anyone in the group but he looses his mind when you walk into Rick’s house alone to babysit Judith alone to just let the ex-cop sleep. One time when you all first moved to Alexandria a guy outside the walls approached you, Daryl, and Aaron asking if you wanted to go with two real men for a night of “fun”, Daryl beat him into a bloody pulp for thinking about it.

K- Kids (Do they want kids?)

Yes. If the world had never changed. If the dead never walked. He would give you all the children in the world, even though the thought of being a dad scared him more than anything. But now. He worried about the life his children would live. He worried for their safety. He wanted them so much but to put them through hell just because of his selfishness… he didn’t know if it was right.

L - Likes (Favorite things about relationship and partner)

Daryl loved waking up next to his partner each morning. He loved looking into his partner’s eyes and knowing that silent communication was all they needed. He loved the feel of their hand on his telling him it was ok. He loved knowing that without gaining to look you always had his back and he had yours. He loved feeling safe and secure for the first time in his life and he hoped with all he had he gave them the same feeling.

M- Marriage (Are they interested in getting married at all?)

At one point before the turn he actually bought a ring for his partner. He wanted to marry them and do the whole family thing. But once the turn happened that all got shoved onto the back burner. And while you and Daryl never really “got married” you both consider yourselves one step above boyfriend and girlfriend in this new life. Whatever that means to you both and no one opposed it.

N- No (Pet Peeves in a relationship)

Daryl refuses to tolerate a partner who intentionally hurts someone he loves. Betrayal is something he’d been through a lot in his life and he can’t imagine if his partner ever betrayed him.

Letting Daryl protect you is crucial. He can’t stand to loose you and if your constantly throwing yourself into harms way even when he advised you not to it will spark arguments

He must truly and fully trust his partner in their entirety. He wants full honesty from them. If they lie once he considers it a complete breach of trust and it will take a long time to heal that.

O - Orange (What color reminds them of their partner?)

Blue - he sees his partner as the color blue. They are truthful, merciful, loving, tranquil. They remind him of the sky on a clear day. They are calming and serine and they always manage to make him smile even when he wants to scream. He thought of you in his darkest times and felt the most free from all his problems.

P - Proposal (How would they or how did they propose?)

If Daryl would have gotten the chance he would have gotten down on one knee in your favorite spot after a long bike ride feeling you pressed up against his back.

But now it was in the Prison that you two talking jokingly about marriage. What it must have been like to do such a thing and have children. Daryl pulls an old ring on a chain out from behind his shirt. It’s aged. A little tarnished. He tells you about his failed plan. Smiling he tells you that he kept the ring as a piece of you to hold close you his heart.

Q - Queen (King) (What traits makes them a KING or a QUEEN?)

He is the ultimate King! Daryl goes out of his way to make sure that his partner is well taken care of and happy.

God forbid the day that the two of you are ever separated either by accident like at the Prison or by force. He will put his body through the ultimate test and hell in order to get back to you. Everything that stands in his way are simply obstacles to overcome. Day and night he will search until he finds you and if someone has you... god rest their soul.

He is always willing to share. Food, heat, shelter, water, medicine... whatever you need in order to survive.

Daryl can communicate with his partner with just a look. He loves them whole heartedly. He can just feel when something is wrong. It's like a sixth sense. No words are ever needed to be said. However he is always willing to listen if you need to talk.

Family is direly important to him. If you ever were to start one with him he would become all the more protective.

R - Rain (What was the most romantic gesture they have ever done for their partner?)

He made you a necklace...

The day that a good friend of yours turned...you were heartbroken and distraught. You refused to leave your cot in the prison for a full day. You had seen it before. You had even seen other friends turn and it affected you but never like this. Daryl hated seeing you like this. So taking a walk and giving you space he started looking. Looking for things that reminded him of you... Of brighter days. It was then he realized... that was exactly what you needed.

And so he started to look for things to brighten you. To make you smile. Things that reminded you of your lost friend based entirely off of stories you told of them. He found a shiny stone deep in a river bed recounting the tale you told him of the day you and your friend went tadpole hunting when you were young, splashing each other with the mud. A blueish black feather laid perfectly on a rock and reminded him of the myths his mother used to say about the crows and ravens bringing peace to those who grieve. A discarded bear tooth reminded him of the first time you had introduced him to your friend, the three of you hunting into the evening only to find a hare and two squirls.

Tying his treasures onto a long piece of twine he fashioned a necklace and brought it home to you placing it around your neck and telling you it would all be alright.

S- Smooches (Who gave the first kiss? When do they kiss their partner? How often do they kiss their partner?)

Having met Daryl before the turn, you both had more than your fair share of kisses. But your first one... well Daryl claims it was an accident. A heat of the moment reaction of passion.

Merle had been hounding you all day. He had known you were dating Daryl but to him it was just a word until he saw the proof. You were outside with Daryl at the time. Watching him work on Merle's POS truck when Merle came home from work on his bike. The older Dixon immediately swooped in and tried to get fresh. Playing grab ass and trying to get you to go inside with him. Daryl flipped his shit. Throwing the tools to the ground Daryl flew into a rage, pushing Merle away from you and into the house. He was still pacing for 20 minutes before you were able to get him to look at you. Before you could say anything he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you close, gripping your hair and kissing you deeply, muttering that you were his and his alone and if any man touched you like that again he'd cut their hand off. Needless to say he didn't get done with Merle's truck...

Now that the world is upside down Daryl tries to be more purposeful with his kisses, he wants them to mean something if they're the last they are ever to share as a couple. It was hard for his partner to understand at first... but he explained that he would hate it if he kissed his partner simply to end a fight no other meaning behind it and something happened. He wanted passion and romance behind his every action while they had the time.

T - Travel (Do they like to travel with their partner? Where do they dream of traveling to?)

God... does Daryl want to travel with his partner. He often dreams of the days before the turn. Dreams of taking you to far away places. Safe places. But the world is no longer that place... and so he tries to stay realistic in his waking life. Safety means stability. If he can have a stable life with you then he can start a family... He simply wants a safe stable place to settle... but he knows that may not always be possible. And so he roams looking for the perfect place for you both to live out your days.

U- Universal (How Public are they with their affection? Are they very open with PDA? Do they brag about their partner?)

Daryl is incredibly reserved. He always has been. He doesn't like the attention that PDA brings. He would much rather recede to the privacy of the forest or a darkened room/hallway than to make his move in front of the others. If Daryl was ever to talk about his personal life it would be to Carol (for advice and advice only about his partner's wellbeing) or Rick (To ask for dating advice/ and maybe to brag)

V- Valentines (First holiday together. How did they prepare? How did they celebrate?)

While holidays no longer exist and have no meaning after the turn, he often thinks to the only holiday he ever got to spend with his partner, properly.

It was Christmas. A holiday he and Merle had long since forgotten. One they had abandoned long before either of them were out of primary school but still knowledgeable enough to decipher that Santa Claus was a classist jackass. You had insisted they each give it a shot. For you. No religion involved just free shit. Daryl was hesitant. He didn't want to be disappointed again. Merle however was defensive. He wanted nothing to do with the holiday and often ridiculed the entire idea of it in it's entirety. But... the two relented after hearing that you would be cooking for them all weekend long. Merle complained and bitched the entire time you decked the halls of their trailer. "This sparkle shit better come out of my God damned carpets! I don't need ta find it in June!" You couldn't find a tree at a price any of you could afford but Daryl cut the biggest limb off a nearby pine and hoped it would be good enough. You were able to make stocking for each of the boys and on christmas eve you stuffed them with gifts and laid their presents under the makeshift tree. In the morning... they both stared at you nervous and akward. Like they both wanted to move and tear into shit but were scared they'd get in trouble. So you sat them down and handed them gifts. It wasn't much. You were working with a waiter's salary... but it was more meaningful to either of them than you ever knew. When Merle growled, embarrassed he didn't get you anything you simply said that spending the day with them meant more to you than any gift and you thought... for a second, that you watched both men's hearts grow three sizes that night.

W- Wicked (What do they do that purposely pushes their partner's buttons?)

Daryl will pull shit up from the past and use it against his partner to start a fight. He does this the most when he's feeling shitty about himself or a situation he's in and can't fix. He wants his partner to be just as upset and angry at him as he is with himself.

He has a really... really bad drinking problem. He is a mean drunk. If he wants he will find alcohol and drink in front of his partner knowing they hate it when he acts vindictive and hateful.

He gives the best silent treatment in the entire apocalypse. He could exist completely silent for literal weeks. (please do not mistake his need for space with the silent treatment. He gets over stimulated a lot and needs space)

Straight up disappears for days without ever telling his partner where he's going or when he'll be back. This gets worse after the Sanctuary.

Calls them pet names they despise (this is normally in retaliation to pet names they give him)

X- Xylophone (What song fits the relationship?)

Y- Yearning (When do they miss their partner the most? What do they do to placate themselves in the mean time?)

Daryl misses his partner so much when he's out on a run that lasts longer than a day. He worries about them constantly. If he can't bring them then he tries to bring a part of them, something to remind him of them. A trinket he can worry until he can get home. But if he can't or it's an emergency and he didn't have time. He always has a matching tattoo on his arm that you both got on your one year to remind him to come home to you...

Z- Zipper (Do they let their partner pick their outfits?)

If you find clothes that fit him out on runs he'll look at them and choose to wear them or not. Sometimes you bring home baby clothes to pick on him when he's being a big baby bitch. Other times you bring him clothes you know he's never going to wear just to fuck with him. He never says it out loud but he thinks this is funny.

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forgetminot · 1 year

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hii!! just wanted to say its so cool to see a writer with pots and cfs, I have both too! I totally understand those and im sending u lots of spoons 🫶 if ur up for it could u please do something fluffy with rick or daryl taking care of an injured reader? thanks so much!!

My Hero.

♡ Daryl Dixon x !gn reader ♡

[ Warnings : Injury, angst, killing of a deer, profanities, established relationship, very sweet Daryl, fluffff, slightly proof read ]

Author's Note : awwe, sending you lots of spoons right back!! SOO, i might have gotten carried away with this... The start is how the reader gets injured, so it's slightly angsty and the end is full of fluff; like the most fluffy stuff I have written.

Summary : You get injured while out hunting with Daryl, he fixes you right up and makes sure you are okay.

You liked to think you were getting better at hunting, you started off in the beginning by watching Daryl from afar, trying not to spook him or the animal he was tracking. The further into the apocalypse you got, you crept your way into Daryl's walls and he'd let you tag along once or twice. Now? He refused to go anywhere without you.

"It looks like deer markings, right?" You question as you study the footprints in the mud.

"Mm, yer' right." Daryl nods, continuing to follow the trail. You follow closely behind as you both make your way through the forest, pushing branches out of the way as you go. Daryl stops suddenly, placing his hand in front of you to slow you. "Over there, see it?"

You smile as the deer steps into view and you take your bow from your back, drawing up a shot. Deep breath in. You release the string and the arrow flies through the air with force, hitting the deer square in the neck and it falls to the ground with a thud.

"Nice shot, you're getting better at tha'" You thank Daryl before heading towards the deer, the leaves rustling beneath you.

"Do you think we can get-" You let out a harsh scream as you step straight onto the plate of a bear trap, the sharp jaws digging into your ankle; your bow dropping to the ground and you fall to your knees in pain, hands clawing at the metal around your leg.

"Shit, Don't move!" Daryl is by your side in seconds, hands cupping your jaw as he tilts your head up to look at him. "Deep breaths." You breathe in deeply, holding your breath and then releasing, tears streaming down your cheeks which Daryl is quick to wipe away. "Ya' need to stay calm for me, ok?"

You nod as Daryl bends down to examine the trap. He sighs deeply, looking up at you. "Think I can pry it open." You close your eyes, shaking your head back and forth in panic. "Need yer' to pull your ankle out as soon as I get it open."

Opening your eyes you look down at Daryl, he's staring up at you with panic written all over his face. "Okay" you whisper.

He places both his hands at either side of the jaws and pulls on them harshly. You cry out as the traps jaws leave your wound and you tug your ankle from the trap as it closes with a loud clang. You fall backwards onto the ground, groaning from the pain.

Daryl is already searching through his bag, pulling out any medical supplies you brought with you. You reach for your bag, taking it from your shoulders and handing it to Daryl.

"There should be some vodka in there." Daryl laughs, raising his eyebrows at you in question. "Not like that, it's for medical purposes." You hiss.

"M' sure it is." He places the vodka on the ground beside him as he helps you remove your now destroyed boot and sock; you wince as the fabric peels away from the wound. Daryl picks the bottle back up, removing the cap and throwing it to the side. "It's goin' to sting."

"Just do it." Daryl pours the alcohol over your wound and you scream out in agony as it burns your skin; you grab onto Daryl's shoulder, squeezing tightly as he continues to pour vodka around your ankle. "Fuck, that hurts more than I thought it would."

"Here, drink this." You laugh as Daryl hands you the bottle of remaining vodka and chug it down in one go. "Knew that's why you brought that." You glare at him, pushing him back by the shoulder.

He takes a bandage from the first aid box and carefully applies it around your wound.

"All I can do, ya' definitely going to need stitches though."

"Thank you." You lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, smiling as you lean away. "My hero." You giggle.

"M' no hero." He states.

"I don't see anyone else around here." You turn your head, looking around the forest. "Except for the dead deer..."

"You're a loud screamer."

"What?" You laugh. "Anyone would scream that loud after stepping on one of those things." You motion to the metal contraption.

"Don't think I would." He replies. You roll your eyes at his response, reaching your hand out towards him.

"Help me up?" He takes your hand, placing his other around your waist as he pulls you up and you groan at the sharp shooting pain coming from your ankle. "Please get me back to Hershel."

"Ain't going to abandon you." Daryl scoops you up in his arms, smiling down at you.

"What about the deer?" You question. "Don't forget my bow."

"I'll get em' later." He answers. "Only worry I have is getting you back home safe."

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You wake up in your shared cell, cuddled beneath multiple blankets on your floor mattress; Daryl is beside you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist with his chest firmly against your back. You turn, placing a small kiss against his lips; smiling as his eyes meet yours.

"Hi."

"Hi." He chuckles, pulling you close to him. "How you feelin'?"

"Okay, I'm okay." You say.

"Good." He whispers, kissing your temple lovingly. "You passed out when Hershel was stitching you up."

"That's not a surprise." You grin. "Never have been good with needles."

"I know, told Hershel you would faint. He didn't believe me- Maybe I shoulda' bet on it." He teased.

"Wow!" You giggle. "At least Hershel believed in me."

"Never said I didn't believe in you, I just know you too well." Daryl pulls away from you, sitting up from his position. "Which reminds me, he told me to get him when you woke up." You groan, reaching out and grabbing Daryl's hand.

"Hershel can wait." You say, playing with Daryl's fingers. "Please?" He rolls his eyes, laying back down next to you.

"Fine, five minutes."

"Thank you." You place your hands in Daryl's hair, combing through the knots. "When was the last time you brushed this mess?" You question. He scoffs, looking down at you. "I'm joking!" You smirk.

"Mhm." He hums softly.

"Daryl?"

"Yeah, angel?"

"You're my hero." You tease, staring up at him.

"Told you-"

"M' no hero" You mimic his words from before. "Seriously, Thank you."

"Wasn't going to just leave you there." He states, taking your hand in his.

"I know." You laugh.. "Just take my thank you."

"Fine, You' welcome." He rolls his eyes as you smile up at him, placing your spare hand on the back of his neck and pulling his lips down against yours. "Love you." He whispers into the kiss.

"I love you too."

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fanofurfics · 3 months

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Debating trying my hand at writing my own fanfic… 🤔

#just an excuse to write smutty smut and fluffy fluff #I can’t seem to finish any of my OC stories so why not #write what I wanna read #fanfic #fanfiction #loki fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #writing problems #writing

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vetteldixon · 9 months

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SCOTT DIXON NASHVILLE 2007

#fluffy lad #babydoll psychopath #scott dixon #indycar #nashville 2007 #aaaaand post

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truthbehindthemysteries · 2 years

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I would literally melt into a pool of butter if Maggie greene called me her "sweet girl" or "good girl"

that's me but about Daryl

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fluffy-dixon · 2 months

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You are my sunshine

Judith’s restlessness had become a shared concern. Rick’s grief weighed heavily on everyone, and taking turns caring for Judith was the least we could do to support him. But tonight, despite our best efforts, nothing seemed to soothe her. Multiple bottles, Beth’s sweet songs, and even Maggie’s toys from a recent run with Daryl—all fell short. Even Carol, usually adept at calming anyone, couldn’t ease Judith’s fussiness.

As you balanced Judith on your hip, trying to calm her while dishing up stew, Daryl noticed your struggle. His heart went out to you. With a delicate smile, he rose from his seat at the end of the table and crossed the room. Judith’s eyes widened as she caught sight of him, and she reached out eagerly, tiny hands grasping for him. His smile grew wider at her excitement.

“Here,” Daryl murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Lemme take her so you can’eat.” He cradled Judith in his arms, tucking her gently inside his beloved poncho. Her little head popped out of the V-neck, and he walked away, bouncing her up and down as he headed toward the cell blocks. Her grizzly cries gradually faded into the distance, leaving you with a mix of relief and gratitude.

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As the meal concluded and the dishes were washed, you excused yourself, slipping away toward the cell blocks. The darkness outside unsettled you, though you hesitated to admit it. The route back was a labyrinth of corners and turns, shadows playing tricks on your senses. Your hand instinctively rested on the handle of your knife—a silent reassurance in this uncertain world. Normally, the sounds of wind, creaking buildings, and hushed conversations accompanied your journey. But tonight, a different melody filled the air—a lullaby you’d recognize anywhere.

Daryl.

His voice grew louder as you approached the cell. You lightened your steps, mindful not to disturb Judith if she had already fallen asleep. The moonlight streaming through the top windows guided you. Turning the corner, you almost tiptoed, peeking around the edge.

Daryl stood with his back to you, his silhouette illuminated by a single candle on your bedside table. “You are my sunshine,” he sang softly, swaying from side to side, hips gently rocking. Judith, cocooned in his poncho, emitted a contented gurgle, her eyes heavy with sleep. “My only sunshine,” he continued, the words a soothing balm. “You make me happy when skies are grey.”

He must have sensed your presence, for he paused. From the first turn toward the cell blocks, you had crept closer, stopping just behind him. Peering over his shoulder, you saw Judith’s glistening eyes, her struggle to stay awake. “You’ll never know, Jude,” you whispered, your heart swelling. Her tiny fingers twitched as she surrendered to slumber. “How much we love you.” Tears welled in your eyes, a lump forming in your throat. “Please don’t take our sunshine away.”

A single tear rolled down the surface of your cheek as Daryl turned toward you, cradling Judith with the ease. Her tiny head nestled in the crook of his elbow, she slept soundly. His eyes met yours, and a proud smile stretched across his face. For a moment, he seemed on the verge of saying something momentous, but then he hesitated.

Still swaying gently, his gaze shifted back to Judith. And then, in a voice filled with quiet determination, he uttered the words that melted your heart: “M’ready. I wanna be a dad.”

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Edited: 08.03.2024

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djarindroid · 2 months

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The Morning After

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: A soft morning after yours and Daryl's first night together. (I wasn't specific with what era this was set in, but I was picturing early Alexandria)

Warnings: hints at sex but nothing explicit

Word Count: 941

You awoke slowly, the morning light barely peeking through a crack in your curtains. The warmth surrounding you made you want to nuzzle further into your bed and sleep the day away. Though as your mind began to slowly wake, you began to remember the events of last night.

How you and Daryl had fallen into your bed wrapped in each other's arms. How tenderly he’d kissed you as you both removed the other's clothes. How you felt the rest of the world slip away, the only thing that had mattered was you and Daryl.

It dawned on you that the soft warmth surrounding you was because you were still tangled in Daryl’s arms, laying on top of him with your head resting on his chest. A quiet stillness filled the room, as the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you created a soothing rhythm lulling you into a sense of calm.

You began to drift peacefully back to sleep, moving yourself to curl further into Daryl’s body. As you shifted your body your eyes shot open with the realisation of just how much of your weight was draped across Daryl. You didn’t want to disturb him, but you also didn’t want him to be uncomfortable beneath you. Slowly and carefully you began to try and move to his side without waking him, though the second you shifted, his arms tightened slightly around you.

‘Stay,’ he mumbled quietly, causing his chest to rumble beneath your cheek. You glanced up at him, his eyes had remained closed and if you hadn’t heard him just speak you’d think he was still in a deep sleep.

‘I’m staying, just moving off you,’ you tried to explain as you once again began to move your body. Only for Daryl to wrap his strong arms tighter around you, keeping you in place flush against him.

‘Quit moving, ‘s comfy,’ he grumbled.

‘Daryl let me off, I’m crushing you,’ you laughed lightly as you pushed at his chest. Half attempting to get off of him, though your resolve was slowly fading.

‘Ya ain’t crushing me, besides there’d be worse ways to die,’ he joked back as he opened one eye to peer down at you. A smirk spread across his face as he watched you give in and settle back on him. Daryl’s half opened-eye watched as your fingers traced a light path across his chest.

You took a moment to glance up at him, his eye closed once again. This was probably the most calm you’d ever seen him, with slight indents left across his cheek from the way he had laid on the pillow. You admired the way his soft hair surrounded his head, with a few strands cascading over his eyes.

Without a second thought you tenderly reached up to sweep the fallen strands of hair away from his face. The sensation of your hand softly brushing his cheek caused him to hum contentedly and lean into your warm palm.

‘How’d ya sleep?’ He murmured, voice still raspy with sleep, you couldn’t help but smile at the sound.

‘Really good,’ you answered truthfully. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d woken up and actually felt rested. ‘You?’

‘Good. Better,’ he huffed out, wearing a subtle grin on his face. He found it soothing having you here in his arms, feeling truly content for the first time.

‘Better?’ You questioned, confusion flickering across your eyes at his wording. You tilted your head to observe his face, hoping you’d be able to read what he was thinking.

‘Mmhmm,’ he nodded, as he finally opened both eyes to look down at you. ‘Got to wake up with you in ma arms,’ he stated so confidently you couldn’t help but blush. You tried to look away, attempting to hide your face in his chest, only for him to cup your cheek, keeping your eyes on his. ‘Wish I could wake up like this every day,’ he admitted in a whisper whilst he slowly leaned down.

His lips met yours gently. There was no urgency behind his actions, he was kissing you simply because he wanted to. You reciprocated, smiling into the kiss. You couldn’t quite believe how lucky you were right now. Daryl Dixon was here in your bed, kissing you and telling you everything you’d dreamed of hearing. It was such a perfect moment.

Daryl’s words echoed around your head as you continued the languid kiss. Waking up to this everyday sounded like something you could definitely get used to. He pulled away slightly. His hand began absent mindlessly tracing patterns across your bare skin as he asked, ‘ya got anywhere to be today?’

You shook your head no as you gazed into his eyes. ‘Do you?’ You asked, silently hoping he didn’t, wanting to drag this perfect moment out for as long as you could.

‘Nah,’ he replied as he fully rested back onto your pillow, pulling you closer in his embrace once again. You sighed contentedly, your body instantly settling against his once again. The room fell into a comfortable silence once more, broken only by the sound of bird songs from outside.

Daryl continued to lazily draw patterns across your skin, causing you to feel a gentle pull towards the arms of sleep. You allowed your eyes to flutter closed, the rhythmic beat of Daryl’s heart beneath your ear created a lullaby. Clearly Daryl shared your desire for more rest and whispered in a drowsy voice ‘let’s jus’ stay here a while.’ Succumbing to his suggestion you quietly slipped back to sleep, with the promise of waking up to a loving embrace.

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ficsforfundota · 2 years

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Shane/Daryl - Let me Take Care of You

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Daryl rolled over in bed, he was stuffy and his head hurt. “Ah.. shit.”

Shane was cooking breakfast when he heard Daryl groan. He placed the pancakes on their respective plates and hurried to their bedroom. “Dare?”

“Hey..” he grumbled. “Sorry…” He sat upright with a groan.

“Baby?”

“I’m fine…” Daryl remarked wiping his face clean. “Sorry.”

“I made breakfast, but you don’t look so good. Are you alright really, don’t lie to me.”

“I just feel off, my nose is stuffy but I’m fine.” He stood up but stumbled slightly to the side. Shane helped him stand upright. “Shane please I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.” Shane muttered taking Daryl’s hand in his and led him to the kitchen. “Sit, eat.” Daryl ate the pancakes and some fruit. He drank some of the orange juice and sniffled again. Shane watched him carefully. “Daryl, please listen to me. You need to rest.”

“I’m… I’m fine.”

“Daryl Dixon Walsh.”

Daryl looked up with surprise, they were only dating, he had never said his last name after his before. “Shane…”

“Please go lay down. I will take care of you. I’m always going to take care or you.”

Daryl seethed softly but nodded. “Yes sir.”

“Don’t be snarky,” Shane said softly, “I’m only trying to take care of you baby. You’ve been through so much shit the least I can do is care for you.”

Daryl nodded and stood up, Shane helped his wobbling frame back to bed. Shane kissed his forehead and went off to the bathroom to get a thermometer. “Daryl honey. Put this in your mouth, hold it till it beeps.”

“Not a baby.” Dark grumbled and took the thermometer. He sat and waited till the thing beeped. Shane took it and looked over the temp.

“You have a fever,” Shane explained as he ran his hand over his forehead. “You are staying in bed till you get better.”

“Shane… I-.”

“No, I will take care of you. I will take care of you okay?” Daryl nodded watching him carefully as he left the room only to return with a bottle of water. “Drink this all day please, I’ll fill it up as often as I need to.”

“Shane..”

“Please baby, just let me take care of you, okay?” Shane offered him some meds which he took without a fuss.

Daryl tried to ignore the embarrassment he felt. He always took care of himself.

Daryl turned over in her and tried to rest since getting out of bed wasn’t an option at the moment. Shane returned to check on him a few times giving him forehead kissed and checking the water bottles progress.

Daryl fell asleep after laying snuggled into Shane’s pillow. Shane smiled and kissed his forehead and laid beside him for a while. He kept an eye on the clock and got up to make soup for Daryl while he slept.

Daryl woke and felt somewhat better because of the medicine he was given. He want to get up and find Shane but the man was soon back in their room with a tray.

Some crackers, a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and a few strawberries were set up on the tray that he laid on his lap.

“Just eat what you can okay?”

“Ok.” Daryl managed out feeling bad, he loved Shane and didn’t expect him to do things for him but he did just because he wanted to and could. Shane always made sure to take care of Daryl, but Daryl never felt like he deserved it. “Thank you.”

“I love you baby, and want you to get better.”

“I love you too.” Daryl replied.

Shane kissed his forehead and sat beside him while he ate. Shane would do anything for Daryl, and always wanted to ensure he knew how much he loved him, and that he cared about him.

Daryl sniffled a bit and finished his soup despite just wanting to sleep and ignore the food. He wanted Shane to know he appreciated what he did even if he was grouchy about being cared for.

Shane rubbed his arm and kissed his cheek once more with a half cocked smile. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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Character: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader | Prison Era

Summary: After somehow convincing Daryl to let you go on a hunt with him, you stop to admire a pretty flower. Little did you know, the pollen would have an… interesting effect on you.

Warnings: smut, swearing, sexual details, sex pollen??, insecurity on daryl’s part, a little fluffy, a little angsty, apparently no threat of walkers bc they get it on in the woods.

Word Count: 2,500 ish

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Convincing Daryl to let you tag along on a hunt was a task in itself. He was the closest thing you had to a best friend these days, so he knew how antsy you got when being behind the prison gates for too long. He felt the same way. That didn’t mean he was going to let you go out into possible danger any easier though. You practically had to drop to your knees and beg him to let you join, swearing you’d bring extra luck for him to catch a deer. Muttering something like “ain’t need no luck” under his breath, he eventually agreed to let you join. You pretended not to see his cheeks redden when you wrapped your arms around his neck in an excited hug.

That was about two hours ago. Now, you were following him through the forest as he tracked some animal. You were doing your best to keep quiet, given the fact that he had scolded you just about five minutes ago for walking too carelessly (whatever that means). You started to grow bored. Sure it was nice being away from the prison, but you figured your best friend would entertain you in at least some conversation. You should’ve known better, this was Daryl Dixon.

You were about to suggest playing a silly game of truth or truth when you saw something pink out of the corner of your eye. You paused and walked over, observing a beautiful flower that looked like it belonged to a storybook. Your internal battle of deciding whether or not to pick it was fast as you assumed a walker would just trample it anyway. So you picked it.

Daryl knew right away that you weren’t following him anymore, so he paused for a drink of water while he watched you get distracted by a flower. He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t fight the smile as he noticed you pick it and immediately bring it to your nose to inhale the scent. As you pulled it away from your face, he saw it left pink specks of pollen on your nose.

“Ya got a lil somethin’ on yer nose.”

Instead of a reply, he was met with a series of four loud sneezes.

“Jeez woman, gonna draw all the walkers in.”

You giggled, wiped your nose, and finally replied with a small, “sorry.”

“If yer done pickin’ flowers, let’s get back to trackin’ this deer,” he said as he grabbed his bag from where he placed it on the forest floor.

You gasped, “You didn’t tell me we were tracking a deer! I told you I would bring good luck.”

He rolled his eyes at you for the second time that day and muttered “stop.”

It started as an ache in between your legs. It wasn’t particularly unpleasant, but it was surprising how strong it was.

You weren’t unfamiliar with the feeling of arousal. You were a girl who knew her own body. At least before the end of the world. There wasn’t enough time, safety, or privacy to bring yourself pleasure. Not to mention the lack of people throwing themselves at you.

Still, it was unfamiliar for you to feel so much arousal on a hunt with Daryl.

Daryl.

You found your gaze wandering to the archer taking sure steps in front of you. His shoulders seemed to be broader than normal… no, he was always this large. Your eyes went lower as you found yourself thinking about what else had to be large, accidentally letting out a whimper.

Daryl didn’t stop walking, just tossed a “ya okay?” over his shoulder.

You shook your head, as if it would cleanse your brain of the impure thoughts you had for your best friend, and answered.

“Yeah, sorry, just tripped over my feet. You know me, super clumsy haha.” Stop talking!

He just grunted in response. Phew.

You wondered if he would grunt like that while he was deep inside of you…

This time you actually did trip, bumping into the firm man in front of you. He whipped around and grabbed you by your shoulders.

“Tha’ hell? What’s gotten into ya?”

Not you, sadly.

He looked at you more deeply and noticed your face was flushed pink like the flower you still held in your hand, and your chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“Are ya okay? Ya bit?” He asked with a worried look as his eyes ran down your frame.

It wouldn’t make sense for you to have gotten bit, he was with you the entire time. No, it was something else.

You looked up at him with a glazed look in your eyes and got out the words “so hot.” You weren’t sure if you were talking about your body temperature or him at this point. His big hands on your shoulders felt as if they were burning holes through your skin. The ache between your legs had turned into a stabbing pain, and your lower stomach felt a different kind of hunger. Lust.

Daryl was beyond worried when he saw you drop your flower to clutch at your stomach. His eyes looked to the flower and recognition finally crossed his brain. Oh no.

He scooped you up bridal style, and you all but moaned. Now that he knew what was happening, a blush reached his face. He carried you to a nearby willow tree next to a lake and sat you down under the shade. You whined when he let go, so he made sure to at least grab your hands with his.

“Sunshine? I need ya to listen to me.”

You met his eyes and nodded, but still had a glazed over expression.

He sighed, knowing this was the best it would get. “I think tha’ flower ya smelled was one of those aphrodisiacs. A really strong one too. I remember reading about it in that unique plants of Georgia book ya found for me.”

Your eyes widened and you let out another whine. “It hurts so bad. I- I need. Ugh.”

“Ya need to just wait it out. Could be a couple of hours.”

“No Daryl I can’t. I need you to fix it. Please fix it.”

He wasn’t sure what you were asking for, but he knew he’d give you anything if you asked him with those big, round eyes.

“Honey, I’m not sure what yer askin’.

“Need you to fuck me.”

That stopped his breath where it was in his chest. His eyes widened as he looked anywhere but your desperate face. He knew you weren’t in your right mind. You didn’t actually want him, you just wanted to act on the arousal you felt. He wasn’t sure he could handle your touch if it wasn’t genuine.

He was drawn out of his thoughts as he saw you strip your shirt off out of the corner of his eye. Somehow, his face grew even more red.

“Nah, you don’t wanna do this. You don’t want me.”

“Daryl please, I only want you. I’ve only wanted you for so long. Since the farm. Not just your body, but your soul and mind and thoughts and oh my god please I just need you to fuck me. Make it go away please.” You cried.

His heart stopped at your confession. Was this true or was it just the drug from the flower talking?

He brought his hands up to your cheeks and looked into your eyes as you nuzzled into his warm palms.

“Need ya to look at me.” He waited until your eyes met his. “Need ya to tell me that you really want this, want me. And that ya wont regret it.”

You brought your hands to his on your face. “I promise. I want you. I want you so bad. Only you.”

With that, he roughly pushed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. You could’ve melted then and there. Especially when you moved your hand to wrap around the back of his hair and heard the sound he let out. A kind of grunt that you had only heard in your dreams until then.

“Imma take care of ya. Don’t worry baby.” He panted.

Clothes were off in an instant, but Daryl’s shirt stayed on. You knew about the scars and had seen them a few times, but you didn’t want to push him. Plus, you weren’t in the state to reassure him much anyway.

He currently had you on your back on the soft moss next to the willow tree, his mouth sucking your clit and fingers deep in your pussy. He said he needed to warm you up, even after you tried to convince him you were warmed up enough. You had a feeling it was more for him to prepare himself anyway.

It was heavenly, his eyes closed and arms wrapped around your thighs. His tongue never stopping at lapping up your wetness. His fingers gently but firmly hooking into you at a steady pace. It was perfect.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Daryl, please, I need more. I need you, please.” You gasped out.

He released your clit with a wet pop and pulled his fingers out of you, licking them clean of your juices. Your eyes could’ve rolled back in your head at the sight.

“Alright,” he rasped out, “quit yer whinin’ girl.”

You grinned up at him as he pumped his cock in his hands. You knew he was big.

He must’ve seen you drooling over his dick because he smirked and gently caressed your cheek before popping his thumb into your mouth for you to suck.

You weren’t sure where this newfound confidence came from, but god you loved it.

He took his thumb out and shushed you as you whined in protest.

“Ya ready for me baby?”

You could’ve nodded until your head fell off. His “warming you up” took the edge off, but the ache was back in full force, begging for you to just jump on him.

“Please Daryl. Need you so bad.”

“Alright, alright. Tell me if anythin’ hurts. I’ll try and be gentle baby.”

Your heart swooned but your lust clouded brain wanted you to yell at him to not be gentle. Instead, you settled on nodding at him.

Daryl placed his tip at your entrance and looked into your eyes as he pushed inside. Any amount of hesitance he felt dissipated as soon as he felt your wet, warm walls squeezing him.

The stretch you felt was the relief you needed. You felt your thoughts clear, as well as your clouded eyes.

Daryl noticed the change immediately and kissed your nose, then your forehead.

“Ya okay? Want me to stop?” He asked with a hint of embarrassment. Now that he solved your “problem” he was worried that you’d suddenly find him less appealing and grow disgusted with him. He tried to push the thoughts away, but his brain has always been programmed to doubt himself. He felt your arms snake up his back and hold on tight to him as your legs wrapped around him to keep him inside of you.

“Don’t you dare stop.” You breathed out, still accommodating to the stretch you felt between your legs. “I still want you. Still need you.”

Even though the effects of the pollen were sated as soon as he entered you, that didn’t stop you from being turned on by the archer. You always knew you wanted something more with him, and now you were finally getting it. So you bucked your hips up further on his length with a moan.

He closed his eyes tight to prevent himself from thrusting the rest of the way into you. He knew he was big, and now that you were thinking more clearly, he knew that he had to be more gentle. When he opened his eyes, he saw you looking at him with wide eyes and your teeth tugging on your lower lip. God, you were beautiful.

He brought your hands above your head and locked your fingers with his. Then he slowly and finally filled you up the rest of the way. You both gasped and squeezed each other’s hands.

You let out a whine when he pulled out again, but sighed as he thrusted back in.

“Harder, you won’t break me.” You pleaded with him.

“I gotcha.” His next thrust was hard enough for you to release his hands and clutch onto his back. He leaned on one of his arms above you and brought the other to press into your lower stomach. “You feel me right here, baby? So deep huh?”

“Oh my god!” You moaned out for him. “Daryl… feels so good.”

He just thrusted faster and harder in response, desperate to make you feel good like you deserve.

He felt you tighten around him and he read your body signs with ease, as if you two had done this a million times before. He brought the hand was pressing on your lower stomach down to find and circle your puffy clit, getting a reaction immediately. You gasped and scratched your nails down his covered back as you somehow got out the word, “gonna-“

“I know, let go for me baby, c’mon.” He felt himself getting closer, wishing so bad that he could stay inside your cunt and finish there, but he knew the risks.

You tugged his body into yours as you finished around him, squeezing him in more ways than one.

Daryl let you ride out your pleasure before pulling out of the sweet cunt that kept sucking him in. It only took two pumps for him to release all over your inner thighs with a raspy grunt. He sat back on his knees and watched as his cum trickled down the puffy wetness between your legs and fell into the moss below him. He wished he has a camera in a moment like this, but he decided to settle on a mental snapshot for later.

He grabbed his handkerchief from his pants on the forest floor and wiped his cum from your thighs. You smiled up at him even though he wouldn’t meet your eyes. You grabbed his hand when he finished and brought it up to your lips to kiss his knuckles.

You could’ve laughed at the blush that crossed his features. This man just said the dirtiest things to you without shame, but got so shy over a small kiss to his hand.

When Daryl finally met your eyes, a look of relief showed on his face as he saw the smile that graced your lips. He suddenly collapsed onto his back next to you and brought your face to his in the sweetest kiss ever experienced between you two.

“This wasn’t a one time thing, right?” You asked, furrowing a brow at him.

He pecked your pouted lips again. “Nah, now that I have ya, I ain’t lettin’ ya go.”

As you and Daryl enjoyed the blissful silence together, tracing fingers along each other’s frames, you both jumped when you heard sticks cracking a couple of feet away.

You both relaxed when you saw that it was the deer that brought you both out here in the first place. You started giggling uncontrollably, scaring the deer away.

Daryl scoffed. “Last time I take ya on a hunt with me, woman.”

You just continued giggling into his chest with the smile that he adored.

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