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whackk-kermitt · 4 months

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How They Proposed

Genre: Headconons

Warnings: I don't know any old Norse or Greek marriage proposal traditions and I don't care enough to Google. 🤷‍♂️

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Kratos

He literally just asked.

Almost didn't even ask honestly…

“We should marry.(?)”

So straightforward it was almost pathetic.

Yet when you smiled so brightly and accepted he smiled back.

The kind of smile that reaches the eyes.

He'd been so sure you would agree to taking his hand, you had already taken his heart and given him yours.

But there was still a doubt of his worth in the back of his head that whispered about the chance of being rejected.

But it went away when you jumped in his arms and immediately started introducing him as your husband to everyone you meet.

The proposal was so unromantic but the wedding…?

Can you say big fat Greek wedding?

Because absolutely it was.

There weren't a lot of people, really just the close important ones.

He shed a single tear when he saw how much effort you put into cleaning up and dressing up for it.

You had looked so beautiful when you took his hand that it almost felt like a dream he would wake from soon.

Kratos definitely made you cry with his vows to you.

Mimir

If he still had his body he would've loved to take you to your favorite place in all the realms.

He would've wanted to lay out a picnic for you two, with flowers and sweets and the best food he could cook up.

He would've taken his time making it perfect for you.

He almost cried when he realized he wouldn't be able to slide a ring on your finger.

Yet what he did instead was get Kratos to get as much of this dream done as possible!

They made up a reason to get you out there without you getting suspicious.

Kratos had gone out there earlier when he said he was hunting to set up the picnic.

Even if he couldn't eat anything he made sure your favorites were there.

As soon as you were unknowingly led to the picnic Kratos handed Mimir to you and left without a word.

You sat and held mimir as he explained that he wanted to make it romantic but could manage it on his own.

Finally, he asked you to consider being his wife, and before he could even finish you had said yes.

Best Day of his life.

And now it was his favorite place in all the realms.

Sindri

This man went all out on a romantic dinner!

Cooking himself with help from tyr to make sure the food was great.

Setting the candlelit dinner up and kicking everyone out for the night.

He'd got a vase with your favorite flowers for a centerpiece.

He crafted the ring himself.

And when you returned to the house and saw him standing there you know what was coming.

You started crying with joy before he even got to ask.

But you calmed yourself and let him.

He stuttered a lot and bounced on the balls of his feet.

He almost didn't even have the guts to look you in the eye when he asked it.

“Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

And after you said yes he had one more surprise for you.

Not only taking your hand in his to slide the ring on your finger…

He kissed you for (likely) the first time.

Of course, he washed his face and hands before you guys sat to eat.

Brok

He was terrified.

Plain and simple.

He never thought he'd be the type of man to marry until you brought it out of him.

He had no idea what he was doing.

He took all of Sindri’s advice and put together a romantic dinner.

He grumbled when Sindri told him he absolutely should not be the one cooking…

It was not the most elagent and romantic dinner but it was his best at making something special for you.

It was perfect.

He practiced the words he wanted to say in the mirror for hours.

When you came to him and smiled at the efforts he put into the table set(mostly Sindri’s work) he couldn't find the words.

So he skipped over that and you guys sat to eat.

He just enjoyed talking and dining with you until you reached for his hand and told him you loved him and everything he's done to make you feel special.

Then the words found themselves.

“I love you too, hot stuff. I wanna love you till death tries t’ tear us part. Will you marry me?”

Then he showed you the ring.

He freaked the fuck out when you started crying but smiled when he heard you saying yes through the tears.

Then he started to happy cry a bit.

He made you promise to never tell anyone he did.

Tyr

He took you somewhere far from people and just held your hand in is as you two strolled through the Flora and Fana thriving around you.

He didn't plan exactly what he wanted to say or how he wanted to ask, but he hopped it would please you to hear.

You two walked and talked for a good hour or two.

It was a peaceful and domestic connection between you that made him feel like anything he would say, even if he messed it up, you would understand.

When the two of you reached a particularly stunning view of a waterfall, he allowed you to step ahead and admire the view.

He was almost too wrapped up in admiring you he'd nearly forgotten about the proposal!

He bent down on one knee just behind you and waited.

When you notice he had not come to your side when you called his name you turn to find him smiling up at you.

“My love, I want nothing more than to spend all my days with you. If you'd except me?”

He held up the ring to you.

The sound of your voice saying yes was the most captivating sound he'd ever heard.

He was mesmerized by it for a long moment, smiling so sweetly.

Then he made quick work of sliding the ring on your finger and pulling you in and embrace.

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I honestly had trouble thinking of something for Heimdall on this one! Sorry! If anyone has ideas for his character, please let me know!

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I just wanted to say it’s so cool to see more gow ffs omg!! I loveee the way you write soso much <3

Teehee thank you🤭

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whackk-kermitt · 4 months

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!!!Coming Soon!!!

Sneak peek below

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And suddenly it was day; making the two squint their eyes painfully. It had happened so instantaneously leaving them disoriented and stopping them in their tracks. It had been near pitch black a moment ago, just the gentle glow of the moon eliminating the trail they'd been traveling.

"Father-" Atreus turned to him, confusion and fear in his tone.

"Behind me, boy." Kratos turned towards the sudden light, fearful of whatever power had caused the sudden change. The light was radiating from something just over the next peak, and it was falling.

"What is that?" The boy cried out, a breeze picking up and sanding chills down his back. The boy looked at the falling sun, almost hypnotized by it, and heard a cry for help.

"Quickly," Krotos turned and ushered the boy along the path. "We go home." The demand fell from his lips in panic. Whatever it was was not good, and he was determined to get Atreus as far away from it as possible.

"Father, wait!" He moved closer to the direction of the light.

"We leave now, boy!" He reached to grab him by his arm freezing in place when he noticed Atreus had begun to cry. A tear ran down his face with the light reflecting in it as it fell.

"She's scared!" He tugged on his arm to free it from his father's grasp. "We have to help her! She's crying for help, Father, please."

Kratos was frozen in thought. What was happening? What was this voice his son was hearing? He knew better than to let his son near that thing, but something in his gut retched at the sight of the fear in Atreus's eyes at that moment. He did not trust this.

And suddenly the light hit the ground, shaking it. From the distance they stood from it, they only felt a rumble and a breeze that pushed through the trees past them. Kratos watched as the light flickered and faded. Atreus let out a shaky breath, looking at his father with worry in his expression.

"Stay close." The God said through gritted teeth. He was going to regret this. "Do as I say. I do not trust this."

"Yes, Sir."

And they ventured further from home. A decision that would change everything.

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whackk-kermitt · 4 months

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What would you rather have?

I have some ideas for one-shots & headconnons, but also was thinking about two ideas for a Kratos series..? I don’t have a lot of time to sit and write a lot, and I don't know if anybody cares, but if you have a preference, I might as well write what people will actually read.

#god of war #gow #gow x reader #kratos #kratos x reader #gow sindri #gow mimir #gow brok #gow ragnarok #gow atreus #x reader #oneshot #headcanon #gow fanfiction

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Remember Me?

Genre: Oneshot

Summary: Years after Ragnarok, Kratos finds a familiar face knocking at his door. Turns out he's not the only God who abandoned Greece.

Warnings: Subtle mentions of classic Greek gods and their treatment of women👎. No explicit content, but some suggestive conversation. (also mentions of young Kratos- who was quite the Playboy)

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Spring had come in flush with bright florals and on-and-off rain. The cabin was glowing in the early evening light. Birds and crickets chirping goodnight and hello to each other. The day had been a peaceful one.

Kratos had returned from a hunt, deer meat cooking above the fire. The smell wafted through the small cabin making it feel a little more homely. Kratos spent these days in between Atreus's visits home, mostly alone. Yeah Mimir was there, and he was good company, but there's not much they had to say to each other now a days.

Kratos was finally enjoying his retirement from Godhood without death, pain, and struggle around every corner. But these mundane days are starting to way on him. Nothing to do except hunt, built, and intend to the land. He very rarely ventured farther than Midgard, or the realm between realms. His days of adventure were over. He couldn’t help but admit to himself that he did feel quite lonely; having no one to enjoy these moments with.

Yes, it was peaceful, but peace is often an illusion.

Atreus would stop in every month or two and stay a while. They'd catch up and he'd rant to his father about the places he's been and the people he's met. Every now and then, when Kratos wasn't ready to say goodbye yet, he'd come up with something he needed to do, so Atreus would tag along.

But a simple knock at the cabin door made both him and Mimir- who sat on his perch in front of a book- perk up. It was not but a few days ago Atrues departed for another journey, so it wasn't him- and he would not knock anyway. Freya? No, she's busy in Vanaheim. The dwarves do not come to visit him, so not them.

Kratos grunted to himself, standing from the table and approaching the door. He hesitated only a second before pulling it open.

It would be out of character for him to gasp, but he almost did. Before him was a face he had not seen in a long time. A face he had thought he never would see again- someone who he had believed had died.

“Well I be damned, it is you.” She smiled.

“Y/n.” He said plainly.

“Kratos.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, taking in each other’s appearance. it had been years, and both their ages have begun to show. More his than hers, he'd noticed. The years have been kind to her.

“Aren't you gonna invite me in?”

“No.” She may have been an old friend, but she was still a goddess, and nothing good comes from a God knocking at your door. “What do you want?”

“Simply to see you.” She shrugged. Her eyes were bright and her body was relaxed. “I heard your name mentioned in a village by the lake. Had to see for myself if it was truly you.”

“Why?”

“Why so abrasive, Kray? Been to long for you to trust me still?”

Yes, but he couldn't say that to her face. It felt wrong. They had… history.

At his silence, she sighed, “I will leave if it's what you wish. I just missed you old friend.”

Before she turned she fought a glimpse of his lips hesitating, she waited to give him time to find the words. He sighed long and deep.

“I thought you had fallen with Olympus.” It was not a question, or him digging for an explanation. He sounded so tiered, and his eyes seamed so mournful. He was voicing how he had hurt when they parted, a hurt she knew all to well.

“Same here.” Here eyes cast downward for a moment. “It is why when I heard your name, I- I had to see.”

Her eyes were always so easy to read.

He stood aside and she looked surprised for a moment that he had changed his mind so quickly. This was new for him, and she won't complain.

Smiling softly she entered the home.

“Well hello there, Las.” Mimir greeted with admiring eyes. Kratos warned him with a glare. “Off the table then?”

“Kratos,” She began with a sly chuckle. “I'm beginning to think that you have a thing for severed heads.”

Mimir gave an offended gasp. “Brother, there was another? I thought we had something special.” He joked but he was genuinely curious as to what the pretty lady had meant. The questioning look he gave her said it all.

“Medusa,” Y/n stated, a sad look briefing her features. “A tale for another time, uh…”

“Mimir.” He supplied.

“Y/n.” She introduced with and alluring smile.

Kratos motioned her to follow him around to the table. She sat as he prepared cups and cutlery for dinner.

“What are you doing here?”

She read between the lines, similar question as before but with a different meaning.

“After the fall of Olympus, there were no more burdens chaining me to Greece.” She paused, remembering something unpleasant. “I traveled away, similar to the way you did, I presume. I found myself in a world called Egypt. It was fun. Chaotic and full of interesting people. Yet it never felt like I could build a home there. After a few years, I grew bored and began traveling again. Eventually, I found myself here in Midgard, and you know the rest.”

He hummed listening to her talk. Her voice was the same as he remembered. Even and calm, almost like a song every time she spoke. As far as he knew, her words were the only ones he heard during his time in Greece, that never came around to be lies. Anytime she had spoken to him before, she had always been honest if she was unsure about anything. She had never lead him astray, and it was the only reason he had ever trusted her in the first place.

But if he was being honest with himself, trust had little to do with allowing her into his home.

“Any you?” She eyed the room. Taking note of all the years of life spent here, and presumably not just by Kratos. “You have family?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “My son Atreus, and the head.”

“Oi, brother.”

“And Mimir.” He corrected himself. Y/n chuckled at that.

“And his mother?” She asked softly, unsure if she still had the right to ask personal questions such as those. She had already come to the conclusion that the mother had passed, looking around the state of the home. There was evidence of a woman, but not for a long while.

“Dead,” He said simply. “She fell ill, nearly ten years ago now.”

“My condolences.” She bowed her head.

Kratos placed a plate of seasoned meat before her with a cup of water before serving himself and joining her at the table. She chuckled at his newly found ability to cook. She would not comment on it at the time.

As they began to eat, they indulged in comfortable conversation. It had been a long time since Kratos had been around someone who knew him. Truly knew him. Not just the stories and prophecies he's been tangled up in. It felt nice to have someone's eyes on him. He had felt before, and again now, that she had been a true ally to him. Y/n had never cared for the God of War, nor the rumors and stories amongst the residents of Greece about him. She had only ever spoken to him as Kratos. Talking to her awakened feelings in him that he feared died with Faye. A feeling of comfort in being seen.

She asked some questions about his life, and where it had taken him since they parted. He talked briefly about Faye and his journey with Atreus after her passing. He told her of Ragnarok. And she commented on how he'd always found himself in trouble with other gods.

While they ate and caught up mainly him talking about Atreus- his eyes had a life of there own, not shying away from admiring her. She had not changed much. Something Krotos noted was her laugh lines; she's had a happier life since abandoning Greece. Much has happened, but he can honestly say the same for himself. He was happy she found some joy somewhere.

“And what of you?” He turned the conversation away from himself. “Did you ever marry?”

“No,” She laughed shaking her head slowly. “No man ever worth my hand.” A sad look in her eyes for only a moment. If he had not been staring so intently he would have missed it.

“You had many options before..”

“None who were worth my hand.” She stated again. “Or at least none who were worthy and willing.”

This he did not quite understand. She was as intelligent as she was graceful in her beauty. A humble and modest woman. She was the most sought-after for marriage in all the time he knew her. He had figured it was why he had never been able to pursue her more than idle flirting. She was above him, worthy of more.

She laughed slyly at his eyes moving over her, confusion written on his face.

“That is way, Kratos.” Her head shook. “Few men has ever looked past my body, so few men were worthy.”

“Hmm.” He nodded. Kratos was guilty of this. He knew it. All his years, encountering her by chance and seeking her out for aid in his quests for revenge, they had flirted and bantered, but that was it. He had gotten to know her without ever asking questions or listening.

He was ashamed of the man he used to be, a womanizer. She had always worn loose-fitted gowns, but he had still seen glimpses of her figure through it. He'd flirt and she’d flirt back, but she'd never let him touch her. Never let him have her the way he wanted to. Her eyes would always make him feel like she wanted him to, but her words always told him no. She'd often leave him with an itch he'd let any other willing women scratch. Because he would not cross the line so many other gods did. But all the same, he had once treated many women as throw-away fun.

He is glad she never swayed from her standards and belittled herself for a man. It was respectable and dangerous considering the men of Olympus.

She would've made a fine wife if he had the maturity then to recognize it.

“I am sorry.” It came out more pitiful and emotional than expected. He regretted the things he'd elude to with her back then.

“For what?” She asked stunned by a sudden apology.

“Not seeing past your beauty.” He chose his words carefully. if she was planning to settle in Midgard, it would be nice to have an old friend to talk to. offending her was the last thing he wanted to do.

“But you did.” She smiled. “You were just not willing.”

“I was not.” He refused. He couldn't believe anyone would see that version of himself as worthy of women like her. He had had trouble believing Faye would see him as worthy once he opened up to her about his past, once she knew the kind of man he was once. So surely not a woman who had seen it firsthand could truthfully say he was- then or now.

“It is a shame you do not see you as I do, Kratos.” She sighed deeply. “Sure, you were a man led by emotion and hormones,” Pausing to chuckle. “But you treated me kindly and fairly. You never hurt me.”

“Aww.” Mimir sighed happily.

Kratos groaned eyeing the back of his head. Y/n laughed nervously, forgetting someone else was in the house. She did not mean to get that personal in front of a stranger.

“Sorry, ignore me! I'll be reading.”

“Anyway.” She stood grabbing the empty plates.

Kratos stood taking them from her hands, making her frown.

“You cooked.” She demanded.

“You are a guest.” He retorted, taking them to wash. She smiled at his back, enjoying being in his company again. He smiled ever so slightly for the same reasons.

“What will you do now?”

“Oh,” She thought, looking up to envision her coming answer. “Likely travel a bit, find a cozy place to settle for a while.”

Kratos hummed turning back to her, watching as she leaned against the table. His eyes took in all of her. Her body was covered in a gown and light armor. Boots and straps fitted by no blacksmith or tailor known to these realms. The colors complemented her skin and hair fairly. She seemed to be traveling light. Her gear would not aid her well in traversing these realms.

“You're staring again.” She mused.

“You travel light, it will not do you good in these parts.” He explained. He did not want her to conclude that he was the same man driven by lust, as that was not the case anymore. “Before you go far I will introduce you to the dwarves.”

“Dwarfs?”

“Blacksmiths- good ones.” He nodded. “They will fit you with what you’ll need.”

“Thank you Kratos,” She smiled to him sweetly. “But I do not see myself going far.”

“Good.” He smiled back ever so slightly.

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Nicknames

EDITED CAUSE I FORGOT TYR! oops🫢

Genre: Headcanons

Warnings: None

Summary: Your nick(pet)names for each other!

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Kratos

Kratos doesn't do nicknames..

But every now and then, when you guys are alone and he's holding you, he'll call you “My Love”.

Other then that, he just loves your name.

However you have about a thousand nicknames for him.

Only a few nicknames stick around for a while.

Like; Love, Old Man, & Handsom.

Some of them are one hit wonders.

Mostly things related to recent events.

Most most of the nicknames flop.

All of them confuse the hell out of anyone who's recently met you too.

Calling him things like; cutie patootie, snookums, Pumpkin pie, Cuddle bear, softy, Cuddle butt, sweetie, sugar, love muffin, etc.

Noobody understands how any of them apply to the man your talking to, but their to intimidated to ask.

Kratos doesn't mind them; he’ll never say it, but he thinks they’re sweet.

Atreus thinks they are hilarious!

Mimir will totally tease him for them..

Atreus

Atreus would likely only ever call you an abbreviated version of your name.

But also one or two that comes up every now and then to tease you.

Most likely related to an animal you resemble characteristically or physically.

You'd call him Tre, or cutie.

Whenever ‘Cutie’ comes out he blushes like crazy.

Even if he's heard it a thousand and one times.

Mimir

He's old-fashioned, so simple and sweet works for him!

He'd call you, Dear(my dear), Lovely, Honey.

And if nobody else is around: Sexy.

You'd keep it just as simple with him; sweetie, honey, hubby.

Or if your mad at him… ✨Bowlingball✨

Freya

She's not really ever put effort into giving you a nickname.

You don't think she's ever called you anything but your name, actually.

Yet you've called her, my love, beautiful, dove, & honey.

They never failed to make her smile.

And it’s not even the nickname, it's the look in your eyes when you say them.

So genuine and sweet she can't help it.

Sindri

This man is awful at nicknames!

He has never settled on one he likes for you.

Every time he tries a new one out he thinks it's horrible says it out loud and goes right back to the drawing board.

You don't think they are that bad.

You almost always call him Sin, or Sweetie.

‘Sweetie’- especially when you got that love-sick look in your eye- makes his knees weak.

They completely buckled the first time to said it.

Brok

Doesn't matter who’s around, if he's not calling you by your name, it's Hot Stuff.

You'd just call him Baby, or Brokie.

He loves ‘Brokie’, but he groans and complains when you say it cause it's of the teasing he gets from Sindri and the others.

He'll tell you, “Come up with something else!”

But you never will, and he's secretly grateful.

He just likes how cute you look when you greet him saying, “Hello, Brokie.”

Heimdall

Yeah.. He definitely doesn't do nicknames.

He has none for you.

The few times you've called him by a nickname(like Honey, sweetie, cutie) he just gives you side eye.

But he lets it slide cause he knows when you do it you're just teasing him.

Plus he enjoys your laugh when he gives you that look.

You don't dare to do that in front of others.

Tyr (sorry I forgot lol)

Tyr adores your little names for him.

Despite cranking your neck to meet his eyes, you call him nicknames that don't apply to his size.

Names like, Baby(often telling him “You're just a little baby.” All cute like.)

Calling him Tiny, Cuite, and to tease him Little Guy.

He thinks it's as funny as it is endearing.

In return he calls you Big Girl/Boy.

He loves the way it catches you off guard every time, makes him chuckle when your face goes red.

But in reality, he typically will address you as Love or Lovely.

“Hello, my Love.”

“You look wonderful today, Lovely.”

It's to the point where someone thought that was your name for a short while.

The irritation on Tyr’s face when they called you that by mistake. . .

“They didn't mean it, little guy.”

He just groaned and smile down at his Lovely.

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I’m itching to write, but I'm running out of ideas! Someone give me ideas for oneshots, headcannons, something! Before I lose all motivation!

Kay, thanks, byyyeee!

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whackk-kermitt · 4 months

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Not an ask or a question but I just wanted to thank you for your gow fics, I thought this Fandom was dead 😔

Then I will revive it! 🫡🩷

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whackk-kermitt · 4 months

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Confessing Your Love

Genre: Headconons

Warnings: Cursing(Brok..)

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Kratos

“Hmm,” followed by a slow nod.

He wouldn't say anything immediately.

He will just kind of look at you, studying your eyes.

He doesn't want to take chances.

Man has trust issues!

Telling him you love him will make him so happy yet so scared.

You wouldn't be able to tell.

Eventually you'd hear, “I love you, as well.”

He'd immediately ask you to move your things to his home if you haven't already.

He loves you, so you need to stay close so he can protect and provide for you!

He'd start to find more excuses to touch you and you'd laugh telling him he doesn't need them.

Eventually, he will be comfortable enough to walk up to you just for an embrace or smooch.

Mimir

Before his head got..you know.. His first instinct you be to turn to you completely.

“Really, Las? An old man like me?” He'd laugh but he'd offer to do something romantic.

Smartest man alive, but he never saw that coming.

Either way he’d swear his loyalty and heart to you.

Anything you want, he's on it.

After his head…

He'd probably hesitate to return the sentiment, no matter how genuine it is.

“I- I can't offer you much, Las.” He’d frown.

He'd feel inadequate, and undeserving- he's just a head after all!

What could he give you in terms of love and affection?

After telling him his company is all you desire then he'd probably think you've gone mad.

But after a while of talking about it he'd smile and say it back.

You'd carry his head on your belt during travels throughout the realms after.

Giving him kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

It's simple and innocent devotion and its loves that he's enough for you.

Atreus

Telling Arteus you've got a crush on him would probably make him completely freeze and go red.

I'm talking his fathers tattoo red!

Lots of stuttering and blushing while you guys talked about it.

He wouldn't really know what to do or say afterwards.

But no doubt he'd eventually be able to get it out that he likes you too.

He's never done any of this before, so he'd probably go to Mimir or Freya for advice.

If and when you ever hold his hand or hug him his palms get sweaty and he gets nervous.

But he's happy to oblige!

He thinks your so cute.

Talks to his dad about it.

He's shy, but after a while of spending more time hanging out with you he’d get cocky and try to show off and impress you more.

Half of the time he’ll be trying so hard he just ends up looking silly or just straight up stupid.

But you laugh it off and tell him how cute and sweet he is.

He's whipped.

Freya

No matter how comfortable she is around you, no matter how safe you make her feel, she'll hesitate.

As soon as you tell her you're in love with her, she'll need room away from you.

In every relationship so far, she's been to much or not enough.

The woman is hurt and healing.

She's scared its not the truth, like with Odin.

Or if it is, and you truly love her, then what if she messes it up?

What is her love is to much for you and you leave her?

Or what if, out of fear of being too much, she’s not enough- and you leave her?

Freya can't take another heartbreak.

But after seeing how understanding you are of her past, and reassuring her worries that you're not going anywhere she's willing to listen.

You'd tell her that it doesn't matter if she loves you the same way, or another, as long as your with her its enough for you.

And hearing that would be enough for her.

You'd have to take things slowand steady with her.

But she is so very much in love with you.

She will make sure you both set boundaries to keep her from going to far and pushing you away.

She doesn't wanna lose you too.

Brok

“Well it's about fucking time!”

He's so cool and sure of himself on the outside, so he'll play it off like he know you loved him.

But really he's surprised.

He's not the most romantic man, but he'll give it an honest try for your sake.

He’ll get flowers and sweets for his lady.

Most definitely start bringing about you to everyone he meets every chance he gets.

He's very standoffish when it comes to affection.

So any time you give it to him he'll stutter just slightly and awkwardly reciprocate it while he gets used to someone being infatuated with him.

Very defensive and protective is anyone makes comments about you two.

“Mind your business, you unfuckable drauger-looking bastard!”

Very confident on the outside, very unsure on the inside.

He's worried he's not doing it right but all he needs is you smiling at him the way you do and he'll be just fine.

Sindri

Congratulations, you broke him.

His initial reaction is giving O.O

Wide eyes, red cheeks, mouth open.

He'd stutter for a response and get frustrated with himself for losing his voice for a moment.

Give him some time and words will just start spilling out.

He loves you, that was no secret to anyone!

He’ll tell you all about it when the air come back into his lungs.

He’ll go on and on about how pretty you are, and amazing, and how much he likes your smile.

Lots of nervous chuckles and shy grins from this man.

He hates when people touch him, sorry to say you're no exception.

But you figured you wouldnt be; at least for now.

However he is willing to hook his pink finger to yours every now and then as a very small step in the direction of hugging you.

Having you love him really makes him frustrated with his thing with germs and dirt.

He’s never had a problem with it before.

But now he wants to hold you and be held by you and the thought of it makes him shiver in disgust.

It's a fear he's willing to conquer if it means one day he'll get to see the smile on your face when he holds you with out gagging for the first time.

You know better then to take offense; it's nothing personal.

He gags at everyone.

Tyr

He didn't see it coming.

But he had hoped..

It was a happy surprise when you blurted it out while spending time with him while reading.

He gave you a soft smile after the shock settled and returned the sentiment .

Not much had to be said between you two after that.

The only thing that really changed in the relationship were beginning to sit closer together and a lot more gentle touches.

He'd rest against you while you braid his hair, and he'll braid yours.

His eyes have always laid on you softly, but there's something more in them when he looks at you now.

Contentment.

He’s happy to share any moment a with you that he can.

Heimdal

He knew.

He knew you loved him for a while.

He knew you wanted to say it.

The cooky little shit just waited and waited until you did.

He wanted to hear it.

But when you approached him and said you loved him it felt different then he imagined it would.

He knew you, and he saw in your head that you truly meant it.

He knew you loved the good, the bad, and the ugly in him.

He knew that unlike the other people who have claimed to love him, you didn't think ‘i can change him.’

He saw the unsure insecurities in your head and body language that he wouldn't feel the same way.

After all, he reads minds, and he knew what you felt all this time and never addressed it so clearly he wasn't interested, right?

To be honest, up until that point he hadn't really considered your feelings despite knowing them.

You had told him you loved him, but you had only said it so he would tell you what you believed he would- that he doesn't care.

You had only said it so he could break your heart, and you could get closure, and hopefully move on.

It twisted his gut that you were walking into this fully believing you would be turned away.

He saw in your head that you had already been crying over it.

But that's not what he wanted, so instead being sarcastic or rude like he would be with literally anyone else he smiled at you.

“I know.” He said softly.

Thor

“Good for you.”

He's not really interested.

Plus he's still married.

So piss off.

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Relationship with Kratos

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Kratos will never be the first to make a move.

He’s too afraid.

You’d have to say something, but once you do he won’t hesitate to be honest with you.

Once Kratos is close enough to you to admit his romantic attraction to you, you’re his.

It will still take a while for him to say “I love you”.

You will likely be the first to say that as well.

Kratos is not a very physically affectionate person.

At first…

The more you touch him, the more he will be willing to touch you.

He’ll still take a while to warm up to Intimate affection.

Hugs and cuddles are always welcome.

Kratos is a gentle giant when it comes to you.

His favorite thing is when you cuddle up to him and draw patterns on his chest while he plays with your hair.

He loves it when you approach him for a smooch or even just a hug.

Not really the kind of guy for PDA..

He’ll let light stuff slide in front of Atreus and Mimir, but no more then gentle touches here and there in front of others.

Kratos will demand you hunt and train with him.

He will always want you near to insure your safety.

He absolutely will spare with you until he is certain you can protect yourself without him around.

Yet he will still get upset if you’re ever in a situation where you actually have to defend yourself while he isn’t around.

Cue arguments about you not being careful.

He will always get quiet after any kind of argument with you though.

He will feel guilty about yelling or getting angry.

He will almost always (unless you really screwed up) be the first to apologize.

He's scared he’ll chase you away if he's ever too much.

Kratos is a man of few words(obviously), so he will likely apologize with acts of service first, then he will do his best to communicate.

He's trying, give him a break.

He will not leave your side until you are happy again.

Forgive him or he'll cry.

No really.

Kratos will sit alone and shed a tear or two.

He will tell absolutely nobody, but he has so much self-hatred that if you go to long without forgiving him, he will literally cry in shame.

But he almost never upsets you that bad; you know he's just scared of you getting hurt.

Plus his puppy dog eyes-that he swears he doesn't have- are so hard not to forgive.

And there will be a day he uses them to get something from you.

Puppy Dog eyes for extra attention please!

If you are ever hurt, he will go absolutely feral.

Spartan rage on anyone and everything that is between you and safety.

He loves to watch you with Atreus.

Absolutely adores you with him, secretly hopes to have another child with you one day.

He will whisper his marriage vows to you as you sleep.

It helps him fall asleep.

He has trouble sleeping without you after a point.

That's all I got for now..

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Genre: Daryl Dixon Headcanons Pt. 3

Warnings: None

Pronouns: GN

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You were gone.

It wasn't like before when he could suck it up and keep going.

He loved you and you were gone.

He pulled the lace from the shoe he found and wrapped it around his wrist.

It's all he had of yours.

It's all he had left to hang on too.

A fucking shoelace.

He had nobody but Beth to vent too.

But he didn't.

But instead, he bottled it up until he snapped and took everything out on her.

He hated himself for not keeping a closer eye on you. He hated himself for letting you go.

Every day he woke up aching, with no motivation to keep going, but he did and he didn't know why.

Beth kept saying that maybe everyone else made it out too, like they got lucky too.

She didn't believe it but if it got him off his ass and kept them alive she’d say it every day until she did.

Part of him wished he’d found a ring for you like Glenn did for Maggie.

At least then it would mean Beth would be able to understand what he lost.

She'd see what he was going through, not really.

Yeah, she lost people too, but she didn't lose you.

You had been his everything, his reason to get up, his reason to push forward.

Everything he did it was for you or with you.

It was killing him not knowing.

But it was also the not knowing that kept him going.

No matter how hard it was, a part of him still had hope that you were out there, looking for him.

He couldn't give up if you were waiting for him.

It was when he lost beth that put him to his knees.

He couldn't protect you, he couldn't protect beth.

What the hell was he good for?

Nothing. Absolutely fuck all.

He felt so weak, imagining the things you'd say to him now.

“You've got this, Daryl.”

“Just a little further, baby.”

“I love you too, Daryl Dixon.”

Oh what he’d give to hear you say you loved him.

Even if he knew it would be the last time, he needed to hear you tell him that right now.

He was so alone, he needed you to hold him and tell him “I love you.”

He needed to cry on your shoulder and hold you like you never left.

But you weren't gonna come back, his hope was slipping and he knew the chances of finding you alive.

After giving up on his chase on whoever stole beth, he ended up with some assholes.

They had screwed up morals and questionable intentions but he was losing his mind being all alone.

Being with these people was hell, there was no sense of community or friendship even.

These men were out for themselves and would turn on each other in a heart beat if they needed to.

But Daryl was weak, he knew that but he needed someone to have his back while he regrouped.

This led to him finding Rick, Carl, and Michonne.

Finding Rick was the light he needed. He sat there beside himself after they killed the men he'd been traveling with.

“I lost them, Rick.”

Rick knew what that felt like, he'd lost his wife, and he'd lost Judith. He knew the emptiness in you cheat when you lose someone so close.

He comforted Daryk as best he could.

Daryl cried with him, which was new.

He hadn't ever cried in front of anyone but you.

Well, that one time in front of Beth.

But he needed to, finally, he finally let his walls down and let Rick see his pain.

Being able to open up to his friend in a much deeper way broke the damn.

He let himself cry for the first time in his life.

And the tears just kept coming.

He cried every night they spent on the road until they found their way to someplace called Terminus.

He cried when he saw the ones he'd thought he lost.

He cried when you were not with them.

He cried when he found himself on his knees, hands tied and mouth gagged.

Everyone else made it.

So you had to have made it!

You were too stubborn to go down.

And here he was about to die without getting to hear you say I love you one last time.

It had only been maybe a week or two but it felt like a year.

He kept imagining your voice. What it sounded like.

How sweet and soft it turned when you two were alone.

Your face, how beautiful you were.

How you'd smile at him, every time you saw him, you'd just smile.

He’d watch the night sky through your eyes.

H loved you so much and he needed to see you again.

He needed to.

So when the chance came to escape he fought like hell.

He took so many lives without blinking because them dying meant he'd get out.

He’d maybe get to see you again.

It was when they were free, gathered up, discussing what had happened that he turned to see Carol.

He ran to his best friend he hadn't gotten to say goodbye to when she was made to leave.

He held her and she just smiled at him.

The group followed her to a small cabin.

Out came Tyreese, he held Judith.

He watched happily as Rick reunited with his baby girl.

He was happy for his friend yes, but part of him thought it was unfair.

Until you came out.

He’d never run so fast in his life.

Not even to save his life.

You cried and screamed holding onto him like he'd leave if you let go.

Daryl thought you'd break his ribs if you held any tighter.

But he didn't mind, cause it just meant you missed him just as much.

“I love you, Daryl Dixon. Oh my God, I love you so much. Don't scare me like that ever again.”

“I love you too.” He smiled.

And he was home again.

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Genre: Daryl Dixon Headcanons Pt.2

Warnings: None

Pronouns: GN!

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Daryl Dixon does not get jealous.

Absolutely not.

So if he happens to notice you laughing a little to hard while chatting with Rick that’s not his business.

If you wanna sit by Glenn at the campfire instead of him, that’s your loss.

The fact of the matter is he doesn’t give damn what you do and who you do it with.

Except he can lie to himself all he wants but you read him like a book.

He always does the same shit, huffing and rolling his eyes, brushing you off.

Part of you wants to fold and promise to never even look at another man.

The rational part of you knew if whatever you two had was going to last he needed to learn that just because you laugh at a joke doesn’t mean you wanna fuck them.

At first you’d seen nothing but a possessive angry man, but the closer you saw there was more to it to that.

So after a day of letting him avoid you, you’d gone to him in your tent, he was quite.

Clearly to tired to start anything up again.

You’d tried watching him and waiting for him to look back at you but he kept fining something to do to avoid having to look at you.

“Why can’t I do anything with anyone else without you thinking I wanna fuck them?”

“I don’t care what you want.” Was all he said.

You should have known what you’d signed up for with a stubborn man like him.

His words had been harsh and full of energy but his body language screamed that he was exhausted.

You'd waited for him to settle into his spot before you moved in.

That way he had no chance of getting away.

“You're a blind man, Daryl Dixon.”

It was every other day he found a new reason to think you were enraptured with someone else.

Even so, he never actually pushed you away or broke things off.

It took almost a whole winter of being with him for things to click I to place.

“Daryl, do you think I'm out of your league?”

He never stopped putting things in place in the cell he'd claimed, barely even glanced your way.

But you could see the tightness in his shoulders.

It was heartbreaking to think the man you'd grown to love had spent this whole time thinking he didn't deserve you.

He spent every moment you were laughing and smiling so sweetly at someone else thinking you only put up with him because there weren't many options.

He spent so much time wondering how on earth you settled for a grubby red-neck like him.

He was just happy you hadn’t be given up on him yet.

But with you asking that, he was afraid you were finally catching on that you could be doing better.

It made you angry.

You didn't hide it.

“Are you kidding me, Daryl? You think I'm settling?”

All he could do was shrug.

As much as he yells when he's angry, he clams up when he's on the receiving end.

Not to mention he was still convinced this was the “I'm not interested anymore.” talk.

“I don’t want anyone else, you’re it for me, Dixon. I’m happy when I’m with you, I’m safe. I don’t love anyone but you.”

It had been the first time ever that anyone ever said they loved him.

Not his dad, mother, never even Merle.

It didn’t sound real, but the way you latched onto him, holding him close and firm against you he found it hard to not believe you.

He didn’t say it back. No right away.

This whole loving someone thing was new and intimidating.

Not to mention his love language is not words.

He preferred to show you his affections by doing things for you, bringing you things from his runs.

He’d leave food out for you on the bedside table for when you woke up.

He’d rub your back at night if you were sore.

He’d bring you books and trinkets that reminded him of you.

Little things that showed you how much he cared even if he never actually said it.

All this time though, you said it.

You’d complement him and kiss his hands when you held them. Peck his cheek before and after runs.

Never his lips though, he wasn’t ready for that just yet; you could tell.

“I love you.” Was the first thing you’d say when you woke up beside him, and the last thing before you fell asleep.

“I love you.” When he did something sweet or when he just looked to cute and you just had to tell him.

It got to the point where if you went a little to long with out saying it he’d get worried you were mad at him.

He’d approach you like a lost puppy, you’d see him and smile, and he’d relax only a little.

Those were some of the only times he’d be the one to initiate a hug or something.

You’d swoon and say, “I love you, Daryl.” And he’d instantly be much happier.

You think with how often you told him that it would start to loose it’s value.

But it never did. Every time he heard you say it it felt like the first time.

It made his chest and face warm and he had trouble not smiling.

He felt like a child at a birthday party for god sake.

Even when you were angry, or just generally upset about something he said or did, you find it in your heart to still love him.

He couldn’t believe his luck sometimes.

It was one night, curled up in the bottom bunk together that he finally said it.

The Woodbury fiasco was over and done, and the citizens had moved into the prison.

There had been a close call in one of the fights, where you fell to the ground.

He watched you fall, and in his eyes he watched you die.

It took you only a minute to rip your sleeve and wrap the bullet wound on your leg.

You were up and shooting back before he had time to run to you.

He watched you like a hawk for days.

He’d pace and watch you from the courtyard out in the field doing some farming.

It’s all they allowed you to do with your leg still healing.

It had been long enough though that the wound was almost completely scared over.

But it had stuck with him.

He had nightmares here and there about you ending up like Merle.

He’d find you, unable to have saved you, you’d have turned.

Nightmares about not being able to put your corpse down, being your last meal.

It was that night that he woke from said nightmare. But you were their, curled up beside him, alive and well.

You stirred wake with his squirming and heavy breathing.

Neither of you said anything, you didn’t need too. He just held you tighter and threw those scary thoughts out the window.

He felt at home when he felt you press a gentle peck to his jaw, the only place you could reach from your position.

He felt so warm and giddy inside.

You were safe and you loved him, that’s all that mattered to him.

He returned the favor by pecking your head.

After that the words just sort of fell out.

You didn’t wanna make it a huge deal and make him nervous so you just smiled and kissed him again.

“I love you too Daryl Dixon.”

After he said it that’s all you would say when he did something for you.

He’d bring you a plate and he’d sit beside you, eyeing you until you started eating. “I love you too, now eat something.”

He’d give someone a nasty look if they came across as rude to you, “You’re to sweet, I love you too.”

He was still insecure and easily got jealous, but now he didn’t yell at you or push you away.

He would sort of just wait for the day to be over so he could have you all to himself in your cell.

He wait for you to settle in before curling up in your chest and just bask in knowing you’d always have your arms open for him.

He knew there were better options: nicer people, easier people. People who didn’t punch first ask later, who didn’t look down on everyone and their mother for no fucking reason. People you were far more gentle and caring then he knew how to be.

You don’t have to tell him, he knew.

But if you were blind enough to only see him, he would keep his mouth shut just to keep you to himself.

Daryl was not at all a PDA person.

But if the air was tense, if you were nervous or worked up about something he didn’t hesitate to set a hand on your back or shoulder.

He just needed you to know he was there for you.

You knew, you knew that Daryl would die for you.

What Daryl didn’t know is that you, gentle loving Y/n, would go father.

If something were to happen to him, the anger and grief would likely drive you to madness.

You got so heated when you’d see someone look down on him for being the quiet reserved man he is.

You’d overheard a man from Woodbury talking up some shit about him.

“You think Dixon realized how nasty he looks?Looks like he’d been out in the woods fucking corpses he’s got so much shit on him!”

You didn’t know what he was talking about, but no way in hell anyone is saying fucked up shit about your man.

You wanted to cuss him out but it didn’t quite seem worth it.

Plus if you did no doubt Daryl would find and and overthink his appearance.

Like he needed another reason to hate himself.

You probably would’ve left it at that if the fucker did go and start a fight with Daryl the very next day.

You found Daryl getting a busted lip and bruised cheek looked at by Maggie.

You saw red, you wanted blood.

But that seemed a bit extreme, and Daryl needed kisses and snuggles to feel better.

So murder could wait.

You waited for that idiot to join you and some others on a run.

The fucker was gross and perverted. Making comments about some of the women back at the prison behind their backs.

He even admitted to stealing some chicks underwear when he was back in Woodbury.

So you hated this guy.

So when walkers came round a corner in a supermarket you guys were clearing you waited a bit longer to step in and help.

The man fell back, walked above him, biting down at his face, nearly getting him.

He looked over and saw you just watching, he begged.

It was when you knew he couldn’t keep it away anymore that you took care of it.

Your face was stoic but your eyes screamed murder.

What the hell did he do to you piss you off that bad?

He didn’t say anything when Glenn had come to see what the commotion was, making sure you guys were okay.

He didn’t say anything the whole ride back to the prison.

And he didn’t say anything when Daryl greeted you at the gates with a smile and a cheek waiting for a kiss.

It was then he realized what he did to deserve that.

Glenn mention to Daryl what he had pieced together.

Daryl didn’t know whether to be proud, worried, or horny for kisses and cuddles.

You going that far to stand up for him made parts of him stir.

He knew it would be so easy for him to do something like that for you, but the fact that you were apparently willing to to the same was fascinating.

That night he’d surprised you in bed by smothering you with kisses. He’d held you so close and played with you hair, saying “I love you.” Over and over.

It was a bliss he prayed lasted forever.

But it didn’t.

The next day was the day The Governor decided to return for his revenge.

Amongst all the chaos and death he lost you.

Didn’t see where you went, or if you got shot.

He screamed your name, searching the fleeing crowds for you.

He saw your shoe.

Laying on the ground with you nowhere in sight.

He scooped it up and cried your name a few more times before he couldn’t stick around any longer.

He found himself in the woods with Beth screaming and punching a tree.

He couldn’t breath he had been crying so hard.

He begged for you to be alive.

He needed you to be alive.

Losing you was killing him.

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Genre: Just some not-so-innocent headcanons

Warnings: NSFW 18+ and kinda slow build up to the juicy shit..

Pronouns: GN!

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Daryl and his lover had been involved for a while.

Like a while.

They met on the highway, before they met up with the camp at the query.

They relationship didn't get officially romantic until they reunited at the highway after the farm fell.

Separated and reunited again and again.

So many “I love you”s and “I missed you”s

He holds you and kisses you all over every chance he gets

But that's all you two had ever done.

Cuddles and kisses.

Between fighting for survival and walkers around every corner there was never anywhere private and safe enough to indulge.

The farthest you ever got to get his clothes off was that one time he somehow got an arrow through his side and you helped patch him up.

But you weren't even a couple yet so it didn't even matter!

You wanted to so bad though.

But even when you guys started, you knew Daryl just wasn't the type to jump into that level of intimacy so easily.

So you settled for kissing and mild petting when you could.

Wasn't the end of the world...

However, that didn't stop him from having dreams about you, and a surprise visit every now and then.

He hid it well, you never noticed.

Thank God, cause he knows you would've made his life harder knowing the kind of things that got him going.

Things that surprised him even!

One evening back at the prison, he'd walked in on you changing.

All the important bits were covered, the only thing you were missing was your pants and shoes.

But the view was pleasing.

Even more so when he realized those were his boxers.

You wearing his cloth please the territorial side of him.

That got him thinking about maybe being a little less careful about leaving hickies.

He's gotten teased by Rick and them when they caught glimpses of them on your collarbone.

You always blushed and waved them off, sometimes even throwing it back on Glenn and Maggie.

He, although he's always quiet, would silently watch everyone look at your marks, pleased knowing that they know who put them there.

He most definitely enjoyed whenever you returned the favor.

Another surprising thing was his apparent interest you you calling him pet names..

He loved the warmth in this body when you'd tease him for being an “aw, you did so good” or even simply “good boy”.

Or his absolute favorite: “pretty boy”.

You never even said it seductively, never meant for it to come across that way.

It was always teasing him or being sarcastic.

But the praise did something to his insides.

More often then not it would be those phrases that triggered special dreams of you.

When the group finally settled into Alexandria, he was more on guard than ever!

Always looking over his shoulder and keeping an eye on everyone.

Keeping a closer eye on you.

So serious all the time!

But that didn't stop you from getting your kisses.

It was one night after a get-together that you found your way into his bed with him.

Not that you haven't slept by each other before, but this felt deeper.

Normally it was sharing a tent, or huddled with the gang in whatever makeshift camp they had for the night.

This was domestic, safe, cozy.

The door was locked, the house was quiet and he was finally able to let his guard down.

He had no intention of pushing the unspoken line you two had drawn, but the more he relaxed while holding you so close the more he thought about it.

So when Daryl Jr made an guest appearance and ruined the wholesome moment, he backed away and apologized.

On your end, though, years of waiting turned into sudden desperation .

But you didn't wanna jump his bones and spook the poor boy.

After telling him you were okay with it and he did nothing wrong you asked him about a million questions.

He only answered half because he had never done this before.

Well...

His words were, “I've never been with someone I gave a damn about. Everyone has always been gone right after or by morning. I don't wanna screw things up.”

And then a little later... “If we do this you gotta talk to me. I wanna make you feel good too.”

Knees weak.

He let you take the lead, having too many nerves to focus on just one thing at a time.

It took a while of kissing and grinding before he was relaxed enough to get to the good shit.

Once he got the hang of it, he just went for it.

It became a weekly occurrence.

He loves getting under the covers with you and teasing you until you beg.

Then he'll just continue teasing until you say fuck it and take over.

You'll only ease up control when he starts playing nice.

He loves it!!

He loves pushing you slowly towards what you want until you take it.

This man loves giving you anything you ask for.

No matter how embarrassing!

If you get to the point where Daryl fucking Dixon says “I love you” like it's riding a bike, you can talk him into anything in he bedroom.

He's a simp.

All the way, can't convince me otherwise.

It took a while of testing boundaries and safe words but when you get there he's all in, baby.

He loves letting you guide him through the pleasure.

Daryl drools for you taking care of him.

He's he's got a very dominating personality, but with his trauma, I feel like he just wants love and comfort from his partner.

So with that being said, praise.

You can get this man to do just about anything if you ask him to be a good boy and promise a reward.

He's down.

You tell him to get on his knees? He’s on the ground before you finish speaking.

You want him to hold back until you finish first? He's whimpering an “okay”.

You want him to beg for the right to touch you? He’s got his hands together like it's a Sunday morning.

This man's composer and stoic confidence flies out the window when you undo your belt.

It's only really cause he trusts you so much.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

Didn't proofread, whoops. 🕺

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Genre: Just some innocent Headcanons

Warnings: None

Pronouns: GN!

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Daryl Dixon was the first to fall, but you have to be the one to make the first move.

Before they lost Merle, that fucker would tease the hell out of Daryl anytime he saw his little brother glance in your direction.

Let's face it, Merle was a little jealous that you seem to take more interest in Daryl them him.

Daryl being the pushover he was when it came to Merle, pushed you away when he realized Merle was upset about it.

Last thing he wanted was a little crush making his life harder!

But after they found themselves at the farm, and Daryl was away from Merle’s toxic influence he was able to open up a bit about how he really felt.

Don't let that fool you, his lips were sealed!

He did not say anything about thinking you were cute or nothing!

He just stopped telling you to fuck off every time you came up for a chat.

He didn't know why you kept coming around when he had been an asshole so many times.

He figured it was because your choices for companionship was limited.

He wasn't complaining.

When he got hurt while out looking for Sofia, he'd never admit it, but he thought for a moment that he was going to die, and that fear made him think of you.

Who would look after you when he was gone?

Sure he never went out of his way to ask you how you were or if you needed anything, but he did look after you!

He’d take note of which meats were your favorites and how you liked them cooked, and he'd do what he could to make sure the food was good so you'd eat.

He would always look you over after walkers are dealt with, even if you were nowhere near it!

He just had to make sure.

Daryl would prefer to wait for you to go to sleep before he did.

He had to know where you were at all times, never asking anyone but always looking around for you.

What he didn't know, is that you noticed these things, and that's why you kept coming back.

When the farm fell, he refused to think about you while him and Carol slowly made their way back to the highway.

Worrying about you would throw him off, the man needed to focus.

How was he supposed to keep him and Carol alive if he was busy crying over you?

But the release of pressure in his chest when he saw you standing there made him realizes just how whipped he was.

Still never said anything or let his eyes linger to long.

It was in the road(Before the prison) that you cornered him.

You were all hold up in a house. Daryl was taking watch at the front door while the rest if the gang slept upstairs.

You were supposed to be sleeping, but your mind wouldn't shut up.

He definitely didn't smile a little when he recognized the sound of your feet coming down the stairs.

He didn't let his eyes wonder at you when you came to stand by him at the boarded up window.

And he most definitely didn't blush as dark as a strawberry when he felt you wiggle under his arms and press into his side.

He just let you rest in his arms until you started to get sleepy, and without having to say anything he lead you to the couch and let you rest your head in his lap while he tried not to squirm.

But he did vow to let you hold him as much as you wanted from then on.

He was after all touch starved and became very clingy after you gave him a taste of genuine affection.

That was fun! Part 2 maybe..? 🫣

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