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Pairing: Daryl Dixon x F!Reader.

Summary: Daryl comes across you and your daughter and stays with you for a while. He grows close to you and your little girl, and when men come to your cabin, he protects you like you're his own.

You lived in a small three bedroom cabin, that was situated far in the woods, just on the lake. It was far from town, in a quiet and safe area. Not many people or walkers stumbled upon it.

You have wires with pots and pans surrounding the house, a few sharp pipes sticking out of the ground to capture the dead trying to stumble too close to the house. You have a few bear traps further around the woods too, and snare traps.

Your little girl, Macie, is ten years old and already handy with a gun. It was just you and her and you had no choice but to teach the little girl how to shoot.

"Mommy." She called out as she walked into the kitchen.

You were standing by the table, cutting up carrots for the stew you were making. You looked up at her, eyebrows furrowing. "What is it?" You asked, sensing by her wary expression, that something was wrong.

"There's a man outside." She informed you and your body tensed up. "I think he's hurt." She told you.

You dropped the knife in your hand and grabbed your shotgun. "Go to your room, close the door." You ordered her.

You walked out of the kitchen and carefully stepped out onto the front porch. There was a man on the front lawn, kneeling as he clutched his stomach. His sleeveless vest was covered in blood, and so was his gruff-looking face.

"What are you doing here?" You called out to him as you pointed your gun at him through the screen door.

"You gonna shoot, shoot." He gruffly challenged you.

"You bit?" You asked him as your eyes narrowed.

"Shot." He corrected you as he pushed himself up onto his trembling legs, his eyes flicking over to you behind the screen door.

"How'd you find this place?" You questioned him as you raised your eyebrows.

"Stumbled across it, searching for a place to hunker down." He explained simply as he stared at you. "Ain't here to hurt you or your lil' girl." He assured.

Your eyebrows furrowed. How did he know? You huffed softly and looked over your shoulder, seeing Macie standing in the doorway.

"I told you to go to your room." You reminded her sternly as your eyes narrowed a little.

"We have to help him." Macie insisted softly as she gave you pleading eyes.

You stared at her for a moment before sighing, turning back to the man. "You're not bit?" You asked him again.

"No." He responded as he stared back at you.

"What's your name?" You questioned as you opened the screen door and carefully stepped outside with your gun still pointed at him.

"Daryl." He replied, keeping his gaze sharply on you as you approached him. He looked as cautious as you did, but he didn't look scared of the gun on him.

"I'm Y/n." You told him. "I'll help with your wound, give you some food, and a bed for the night. Any funny business and I will shoot you." You warned him.

"Alright." He replied as he nodded his head in understanding.

You took Daryl inside and sent Lily to her room. To ease you, Daryl took off all his weapons and laid them on the table near the door.

You gathered a bowl of warm water and the first aid kit. "Show me." You demanded as you sat beside him, placing the bowl and the kit on the coffee table.

"You always this demanding?" He grunted as he carefully lifted his shirt, showing you the wound on his lower stomach.

"I can see the bullet, means it's not that deep." You commented softly, carefully wiping off the blood around the wound.

He hissed. "You ain't know to be gentle?" He questioned in a huffy voice as he scowled at you.

"Want me to leave you like this?" You questioned him as you raised your eyebrows. He huffed but turned his head, letting you go about helping him.

"You two alone out here?" He asked with his eyebrows furrowing. You looked at him, but didn't answer. "Dangerous to be alone now. Especially a woman and a little girl."

"We've been lucky not to be bothered until now." You replied as you shook your head. You grabbed the rubbing alcohol. "It's gonna hurt." You warned before pouring some of the rubbing alcohol over the wound.

Daryl groaned in pain, clenching his teeth together as his body tensed up. You began to carefully dig the bullet out. Lucky for Daryl, you didn't have to dig deep.

"You ain't being very gentle." He grunted as he scowled at you when you pulled out the bullet.

"You're really taking this like a man." You commented sarcastically as you cleaned the wound again.

"This always helps when I'm hurt." Macie's voice piped up as she approached, avoiding your stern scowl. She held her hand out to Daryl, a piece of candy lying on her palm.

"You got some magical candy there?" He asked as he raised his eyebrows at her while taking the piece of candy from her palm.

"No, it's just normal candy." She told him dryly as she quirked an eyebrow.

Daryl stared at Macie for a moment before looking at you. "I can see the resemblance." He commented dryly as his eyes narrowed a little.

You gave him a blank look, rolling your eyes a little. "This is going to hurt, princess." You cautioned him as you started putting in stitches and he winced a little.

"Imagine her brushing your hair." Macie told him as she shook her head. "It's worse." She said as he scoffed in amusement.

You finished stitching him up and wrapped his wound with bandages.

Afterwards he was sitting in the kitchen, watching you as you finished the stew. "How long have you been out here for?" He asked curiously.

"Since the beginning." You replied as you stirred the pot of food. "This was my dad's cabin. We came out here when everything started getting really bad."

"Where's her dad?" He asked curiously as he nodded toward Macie who was drawing in the living room.

"Dead." You replied softly as you pursed your lips. "Died when she was still a baby." You added softly. You looked at him, eyes narrowing. "How'd you end up with a bullet in you?"

"Ran into some people in town." He explained gruffly. "Wasn't very friendly or welcoming." He added with a soft huff, eating the candy Macie had given him.

"They follow you here?" You asked him as a frown tugged at your lips.

"Nah, covered my tracks." He replied as he shook his head. "Food ain't ready yet?" He huffed softly as he raised his eyebrows at you.

"Do you always complain so much?" You asked him curiously as you raised your eyebrows at him. He held his hands up defense.

You looked down at your pot and huffed softly. "Foods ready." You mumbled softly as you pursed your lips again.

You dished three bowls of stew and the three of you sat down at the dining table to eat.

"Are you going to stay here with us?" Macie asked Daryl curiously as she ate her food.

"I'm leaving in the morning," Daryl told her softly.

"You won't be fit to travel. You should stay until your wound is better." You suggested as you looked at him with a slight furrow in your brows.

He grunted softly as he raised his eyebrows at you. "I don't wanna overstay my welcome." He mumbled softly as he shook his head.

"I can't send you out there like that." You replied with a shake of your head as you nodded towards him, referring to his wound.

He stared a moment before nodding in agreement to stay a while longer. He began eating and you silently watched as he scarf the food down.

"There's more if you'd like?" You questioned softly, watching with slightly furrowed eyebrows as he ate.

He grunted in response as he nodded his head. You silently got up and grabbed the entire pot, placing it beside his plate.

The following morning, as you walked onto the back porch with a basket of wet laundry, you eyed Daryl as he smoked a cigarette.

"Pretty sure those are as unhealthy as they were before." You informed him as you rested the basket on your hip.

He looked at you, raising his eyebrows. "Getting shot wasn't any healthy for me either." He replied with his usual sassy tone of voice..

"Well, it's bad enough I have to worry about protecting my daughter from dead and living people, can't be worried about protecting her from second hand smoke too." You told him as you reached out and took the cigarette right out from between his lips, threw it on the ground and stomped it out.

"I was busy with that." He said sharply as he looked up at you through narrowed eyes.

"And now you're not." You replied as you stepped outside and hanged the clothes up on the wash line. Daryl got up after a moment and followed you outside, watching you. You looked at him. "Not gonna offer to help?"

"Those are your panties, not mine." He replied as he nodded at your white panties that laid in the basket.

You huffed, throwing a shirt over the panties to hide them. "You bring yours, I'll wash them too." You teased as you looked over at him.

"Yeah, I bet you'd like to see them." He teased back as he raised his eyebrows and you laughed softly in response.

Two weeks passed, and Daryl was still around. You had grown used to his presence and found comfort in having him around. He had gotten close with Macie, and both you and Daryl had begun to realize how crushed the little girl would be if Daryl had to leave.

One morning, you stepped out onto the back porch, eyes narrowing at Daryl. "What did I tell you about the cigarettes?" You questioned him.

"It's just one." He mumbled with the cigarette between his lips before turning his head to look up at you.

"You're stinking up my porch." You told him as you waved your hand through the air to get rid of the smoke surrounding you.

He scoffed softly but stumped out his cigarette nonetheless. "Where's Macie?" He asked curiously as he raised his eyebrows.

"Reading in her bedroom." You replied as you crossed your arms over your chest. "She's been asking when you're taking her for more practice."

"She tell you she lost two of my arrows last time?" He grunted as he narrowed his eyes. "Still owes me for them."

"Yeah she said something about making you cupcakes." You mused softly as you shrugged your shoulders.

He grunted in response. "I'll make my decision based on the kind she bakes." He mumbled with no seriousness to his voice. He shifted in his seat, clearing his throat a little. "You get many wild life out here?"

"Yeah there's plenty of deer." You confirmed with a nod of your head.

"I'ma go hunting later, see what I can bring back for dinner." He informed you as he stood up.

"Bring back something good." You told him as you uncrossed your arms and rested your hands on your hips.

"Anything should be better than another night of vegetable stew." He commented as he raised his eyebrows teasingly at you.

"Haven't heard you complaining yet." You challenged as you crossed your arms over your chest again. "Actually, you're the one who finishes the pot every night." You reminded him.

"Didn't want you to feel bad." He explained with a shrug of his shoulders before lightly bumping your arm with his as you laughed softly in response.

Daryl went off an hour later and you stayed in the house with Macie. You were keeping yourself busy by knitting a blanket while Macie built a puzzle on the floor.

"Mommy, I think someone's outside." Macie commented as she sat up on her knees to peer out the window into the front yard.

"Daryl must be back." You replied as you set your yarn aside on the couch.

"Mommy, I don't think it's Daryl." Macie warned as she stood up, a look of fear crossing her face, stumbling back as she stared at the window.

You stood up, your eyes shooting towards the window as your brows furrowed. Your face fell when you saw three men creeping out from the woods, guns drawn as they eyed the cabin.

All three of the men were burly. Two white and one Mexican. One of the white men had long dirty blond hair and the other had a buzz cut while the Mexican man had short black hair.

"Go to your room. Now." You instructed your daughter as you grabbed your shotgun. "Lock the door and do not come out!"

"Mommy, I'm scared." Macie said softly, hesitant to go to the bedroom and leave you alone.

You bend down and brushed her hair out of her face. "It's okay baby. It's going to be okay." You assured her softly, brushing a thumb over her cheek. "But you have to go hide."

"We know you're in there!" One of the white men called out, the one with blonde hair. His voice was rough and angry, on the verge of snapping. "No one has to get hurt! We just want the archer!"

You clenched your jaw as you approached one of the windows that was opened ajar, nudging the barrel of your gun through the small opening without exposing yourself to the men. "He's not here!" you yelled back.

"Well then whose pants are hanging on the clothes lines?" Another one of the men called out, the Mexican one, and you squeezed your eyes shut in response.

"We ain't leaving until we have him." The first man called out as he cocked his gun.

"Even if we have to hurt you." The third man warned.

One of them, the Mexican one, cried out as an arrow was shot through his stomach and he collapsed onto the floor. You peered out of the window, watching as he cradled his bleeding stomach while the other two men glanced around with wide eyes.

"Well then you ain't fucking leaving alive." Daryl spoke up as he slowly stalked out of the tree lines, his crossbow pointing towards the two men.

"We won't hurt her. We just want you." The blonde one demanded as he took a threatening step closer to Daryl.

You pulled away from the window and stepped out onto the front porch, pointing your gun at the men.

"Go back inside!" Daryl yelled at you and the blonde man turrned to the house, drawing his gun on you.

You gasped, eyes widening when Daryl shot an arrow through the blonde guy's head before turning to the last man standing, shooting an arrow through his head before he even had a chance to react.

Daryl turned to the Mexican guy and shot an arrow through his head as well before tossing his crossbow onto the ground and approaching you with fast steps.

"You alright?" he called out as his eyes skimmed over you.

You let out a soft breath, putting your gun down before rushing towards him. He grunted as he caught you in his arms, pulling you closer to his muscular body, one hand pushing it's way into your hair as he held the back of your head.

"Are you alright?" He asked again as he pulled your head slightly back to get a look at your face. You stared up at him, letting out a soft breath as you nodded your head. "Where's Macie?"

"Bedroom." You whispered.

Daryl pulled away from you and you followed him into the house. Macie was hiding underneath her bed, clutching a stuff animal as she attempted to cry softly.

"Come on out sweetheart. You're alright." Daryl coaxed as he carefully helped her out underneath the bed.

You fell to your knees beside Daryl and pulled your little girl into your arms, running a comforting hand through her hair as she practically melted into your arms. "It's okay." You whispered.

"Are the bad men gone?" Macie asked softly, her eyes drifting towards Daryl.

"They're gone." He assured as he reached out and placed a gentle hand on the back of her head. "They won't hurt you or your mom. No one will, ever."

"How do you know?" She asked him softly as her head rested against your shoulder.

"Because I won't let them." He assured her as he slowly shook his head.

"Pinky promise?" She asked as she reached out her tiny hand, holding up her little pinky towards Daryl.

"I promise." He whispered as he reached out, hooking his pinky with Macie's.

Daryl took care of the bodies, burying them far in the woods before Macie could see them, he also managed to bring a deer home, skinned and cleaned it before making dinner for everybody and while you were putting Macie to sleep, he was cleaning the dishes.

You slowly approached him in the kitchen, lingering by the doorway. "So are you staying?" You asked softly as you crossed your arms over your chest.

He glanced at you over his shoulder. "Would you be alright with it if I did?" he asked.

"Yes." You admitted softly as you nodded your head. "Do you want to stay?" You asked as you raised your eyebrows.

"I want to." he confirmed as he put down the wash cloth and turned to face you, struggling to maintain eye contact with you as his gaze lowered.

"Good. Because I really want you to stay." You told him as you walked over to him, cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly.

Daryl didn't respond at first and for a moment you feared you had just made a terrible mistake. But then shyly at first, his lips moved against yours, softly kissing you back.

You pulled back and slipped your hands down to his chest. "If I do see one more cigarette, we will have problems." You informed him as you patted his chest.

He grunted softly in response as he quirked an eyebrow at you. "Fine." He agreed softly and you smiled in response as you stared up at him.

He leaned down, hesitating for a moment before brushing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Is Macie alright?" he asked softly as he pulled away from you.

"She was a little scared to go to sleep but I think she'll be okay." You replied with a soft sigh as you began drying the dishes that Daryl had washed.

"You got a tough little girl." He assured as he glanced at you. "She'll be just fine."

You looked up at him, smiling softly as you slowly nodded your head in agreement. He looked back at you again and you silently stared at each other for a moment before Daryl leaned down, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips.

"You getting sweet on me?" You asked softly, smiling against his lips as you cupped his cheek, his stubble scratching against your palm.

"Shut up." He huffed with a roll of his eyes, growing a bit shy as he returned to washing the dishes while you softly laughed at the adorable look on his face.

In that moment, you felt happy and you felt safe. And no way in hell were you letting this man go.

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MY INBOX IS OPEN FOR REQUESTS FOR ANY TWD CHARACTER

He never wants you to move

Note: Alex requested that i post this for you all - Campbell

Daryl x reader angsty fluff based off these Sombr lyrics (the song is "Back to Friends")

“It was last December,

You where laying on my chest,

I still remember

I was scared to take a breath didn’t want you to move your head”

Warnings: none!

Word count: 760

“Hey.. Whatcha doin’ up?” You hum softly as you stand barefoot on the cold frosty porch of the house you share with Daryl, Rick and some others. Daryl has his back to you as he leans on the railing smoking a cigarette. It’s clear he’s thinking about going out, he’s wearing his vest and his regular hunting clothes and you spot his crossbow on the porch swing.

“Thinkin’.” Is all he gives you, short and sweet not too giving but not ignoring. You purse your lips and hug yourself to preserve your heat as you are wearing a rather silly outfit for this weather. Some sleep shorts and a t-shirt that could possibly be Daryl’s but there’s plausible deniability about it. “You..wanna talk about?” You hum tenderly as you come to stand beside him although your feet are already becoming numb from the frost covering the porch.  "Nah.. ain't anythin' to talk bout" He says shaking his head as he finally looks at you as you come to stand next to him. You shake your head in a concerned but annoyed manner at his denying. “I think there is Daryl” You are almost chidingly “where were you gonna go?” You question before he can respond. Daryl doesn’t respond, not for a while, he just lets you two stand in the cold for what feels like hours but really it was only 7 or so quiet but painful moments before he speaks again. “I.. i dunno, just wanted ta get outta here for a while”

“Why?” Is also you whisper as you look up at the emotionally constipated man that is your best friend. Daryl lets out an unsure grunt unaccompanied with a shrug before you slowly and hesitantly reach out a hand to tug on his upper arm. “Come inside Daryl.. Please” You don’t even have to ask more than once because the truth is if Daryl is asked by you to do something there's a 99.9% chance he will do it without question. Daryl walks slowly beside you inside the house and he toes off his boots as you watch almost as if you’re scared he’ll run if you don’t watch him. You escort Daryl to his room but once you go to leave his doorway you freeze, back to him but shoulder raised and tensed and you turn slowly to look at the very confused hunter “Can i stay with you tonight.?” 

He nods, but not with a confused head tilt and a creased brow. “I’m worried.. This place is so big, i don’t trust anyone still” You lie, he knows it’s a partial lie and so do you but you both pretend to be ignorant just for some physical touch. Daryl strips off his jeans leaving himself in a shirt and boxers as he climbs into the bed shortly followed by you. Once he lays down on his back staring at the ceiling you slowly scoot over testing the waters, giving him time to push you away if he doesn’t like it and when he doesn’t do that you proceed slowly and you achieve your goal. You slowly and gingerly lay your head on his chest, you can feel Daryl's breath hitch in his throat and you swear he doesn’t breath or move for the next 10 minutes he just lays still too scared to move because the moment might end if he does. 

This isn’t the first or last time you and Daryl have shared intimate moments like this, moments far too comfortable and soft to be between two ‘friends’. But you both are terrified to label it as something more because of the endless list of things that could go wrong, in your minds not making it official is the best way to avoid pain if one of you were to ever go missing or die to a walker or person. You let out a long sigh, it’s one of content and Daryl can tell as you melt against his chest. Slowly and shakily he runs his hand through your hair and then he traces patterns onto your back slowly, the soothing motion making you sleepy faster than you planned but you aren’t complaining in the slightest. 

After a while of this quiet but perfect moment you fall into the gentle embrace that is sleep and your eyes flutter shut, eyelids far too heavy to keep open anymore. You couldn’t think of a better way to fall asleep, on Daryl's chest as you absorb his heat and love he doesn’t know he’s sharing.

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Hello,

Unfortunately Alex has been admitted to the psych hospital again and this stay is looking to be longer than the last. Alex has given me permission to share this side of her as she likes to be transparent with you all. As many of you know she suffers and struggles with severe PTSD which is bordering on C-PTSD from past childhood trauma revolving medical neglect. Alex had a recent doctors appointment that she could not opt out of and she is unfountaly triggered beyond what she can soothe by herself. So my baby girl will be taking a break for a bit, may be a week, two weeks a month or even a few days we don't know yet as my girl is non verbal and non complacent at the moment. Thank you all for understanding see you soon - Campbell and Alex <3

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can you do the friends to lovers trope with daryl x reader where they were always very close since Atlanta and reader is sad about a heartbreak and then daryl comforts her and starts saying that if she was his girl he would never treat her like that and after he realized what he had said he just starts blushing but doesnt take it back? sorry for the english this is not my first language

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Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Masterlist | Who am i? | REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none.

Era: Season 4

Word count: 0.5k

You were sitting on the steps outside the cell block with your arms wrapped around your knees, staring out at the dying light filtering through the fence. The air smelled of ash and pine and somewhere beyond the woods, an owl called out lonely.

Daryl spotted you from across the yard and didn’t need to ask since you’d been quiet all day, uncharacteristically quiet. When he walked over with boots crunching softly on gravel, you didn’t look up and didn’t have to. You knew it was him.

“Ya still stewin’?” he asked gruffly, squatting beside you.

You gave a small shrug and a faint smile. “Not stewing, just… thinking. Hurts a little, is all.”

“Asshole shouldn’t’ve gotten a second of yer time,” he muttered. He didn't say the guy's name and didn’t need to. Everyone at the prison knew how quickly the little thing you’d started had crashed and burned.

“I guess I was just stupid,” you whispered, the words brittle in your mouth. “Thought maybe…he saw me. Like, really saw me without thinking ‘Oh, she's one of the few women left on earth and she’s decent enough!’.” You paused. “I know it’s hard not to think like that nowadays but I still want to live and love genuinely.”

Daryl’s jaw ticked and he pulled a twig from a pocket, chewing on it more from habit than anything else. “Ain’t nothin’ stupid ‘bout wantin’ tha'. Just gotta want it from the right damn person.”

You looked over at him then, the last of the sun casting gold into the rough lines of his face.

“You think there’s a right person out here? With everything going on?”

He didn’t answer right away. Daryl wasn’t good with words, never had been, but when he spoke, it hit like a hammer.

“If ya were mine,” he said slowly, voice rough with honesty, “I’d never make ya feel like that.”

Your breath caught.

“I’d see y'alrigh’. Whole damn day…couldn’t miss ya if I tried. Hell, I can't now.” He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting away. “Shit.”

You blinked. “Daryl…”

He glanced back, cheeks flushed, avoiding your gaze now with a scowl. “Didn’t mean t’ say it like tha’...or maybe I did. I dunno.”

“You know you meant it,” you said gently.

Silence stretched between you, soft and full of possibilities. Daryl didn’t take the words back, wouldn’t… surely couldn’t.

“I’ve always felt safe with you,” you whispered. “Even back in Atlanta, when you were…you know, different. I saw you then and I see you now too.”

His eyes flicked back to you, quieter now, more careful. “Yeah?”

You hummed quietly. “Mhm...whatever that means.”

“Y'all let me know if ya find out?”

“I can do that,” you said and then after a breath, so soft it nearly got swallowed by the dark, you added “Maybe I’ve been looking in the wrong direction.”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. “Well, ya’ve never been great at findin’ north—”

“Daryl!”

He shrugged, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Just sayin’.” Then shifted, standing slowly and offering his hand.

“Until then, ain’t right ya sittin’ out’ere in the dark...C'mon, got some squirrel jerky with yer name on it.”

“Mmm, my favorite.” You laughed through the wetness in your eyes and took his hand. It was rough and warm, like the truth he couldn’t keep down any longer.

As you walked beside him, your fingers brushed once, then again… and didn’t let go.

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Hai! Can you do a Daryl Dixon x Reader, where they hide out in a old house and find a kid, and they eventually take care of them? Thank for ahead!

NOTE: MY INBOX/REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN FOR ANY TWD CHARACTER FICS YOU THINK YOU WANT TO SEE :D

A/n: this is my second ever req OMG thank youu !!! This is such an amazing idea I love writing fluffy stuff yipeee, thank you Alexxx

P.S. we have the same nameeee looll

☽ summary: After a supply run gone wrong you and Daryl take shelter in a old house when an unexpected but welcomed surprise appears.

☽ warnings: Swearing, talking of dead parents briefly.

☽ word count: 1.8k

“Shit shit shit!” You mutter through your teeth as you bounce on your heels. 

The run was supposed to be simple, get into the old grocery store, grab things and get out. But what Aaron failed to mention was that there was a horde of 20 or 30 walkers waiting inside. 

Now Daryl is hurriedly trying to push open the front door of this old house you pointed out but clearly something isn’t permitting easy access. “Daryl, Hurry! We have like two minutes tops before they notice us and then we have a shit ton of walkers comin’ our way” You panic, voice tight, lip between your teeth almost drawing blood as you stay on watch. “I know doll.. I’m tryin’ fuck..shit!” Daryl curses as whatever's blocking the door isn’t budging for anyone with a good word and a prayer.

“You want me to help D?” You offer even though you know you are most definitely not in the right condition. Daryl shakes his head incessantly as he looks back over his shoulder to meet your eyes. “No fuckin’ way not with ya busted shoulder.. I ain’t letting you do that.” You look back to the horde making their way over and your heart drops to your boots as you see how close they are, another 20 feet and they’re on top of you and hungry. “Shit Daryl, We ain’t got no choice” You panic, your breath quickening as you push your way beside him and before he can protest a singular walker starts moving towards you both, not noticed you yet but in your direction. “Oh shit” Daryl curses as you both push with all your might and finally the door is ajar just enough for you both to slip through. “You first” Daryl insists and you obey as you slide through the gap before taking the bags and then guns and Daryl’s bow as he slips in, shutting the door behind him. 

You both stand against the door in silence, breathing heavy, eyes squeezed shut for a moment. When you open your eyes you’re met with Daryl’s intense but ever-loving stare which makes you smile softly. “What?” Daryl huffs as he slings his crossbow over his shoulder. “We’re alive, you’re with me.. S’ all i need” You smile before pressing a tender and warm kiss to his temple. Daryl grunts in response as he kisses you on the forehead in response before grabbing his crossbow again and checking the downstairs is clear of any undead assholes before sitting you down on a kitchen bench. “Lemme fix you up Darlin’” He mutters, grabbing out a bandage and an old rag from his backpack before carefully rolling up your short sleeve over your shoulder to inspect your wound. It’s not a deep wound but it’s enough to put you out of action with that arm. The wound is 5 inches long and about half an inch wide. “S’ not too bad baby..” Daryl mutters as he pours some water on the rag before gently wiping the cut but you wince and clench your jaw. “Shit sorry..” He mutters pulling away like he caused the cut but you just shake your head gesturing for him to continue. 

Just as your partner has finished bandaging your arm you both pause as a rather loud bang comes from upstairs, it sounds like something's been dropped. You both stay rigid, not moving a muscle, not even breathing as you listen for more sounds but there's only a few tiny footsteps before nothing again. “Walker?” You mouth as you hop off the counter grabbing your pistol and loading it. Daryl shakes his head, you should’ve picked up on it too the foot steps where to clean, too lifted for it to be a walker. Once you realise this your blood pressure skyrockets. “We go up together, slowly” Daryl whispers as he takes the lead slowly moving up the carpeted stairs, the only noise being the soft barely audible padding of your boots on the carpet. “You left.. I’ll go right” You whisper as you raise your pistol before slowly creaking a door open with your foot but you thankfully find nothing. As you step out of the room you realise that Daryl hasn’t said anything in a moment. “D? Baby? Daryl you goo-” Your sentence is stopped when you take in the sight before you. Daryl is holding a little boy, he couldn’t be older than 5. The poor little cub looks starved, his tan olive skin dirt stricken, clothes filthy, eyes scared as he hides his face in your boyfriend's shoulder. “Oh my” You whisper as you holster your pistol again before slowly walking over. “Mama is dead.. In the bathroom” Daryl says softly as he rubs the back of the small being. “Hey baby.. ya hungry? Yeah you want some food?” You smile warmly as the little boy perks up at the mention of food and nods slowly. 

Daryl carries him down stairs, seating him down on the old beat up couch. You hand the poor baby your last rations of jerky and you open a can of apple sauce you found before feeding him some. The boy must’ve been starving for a while, it is evident in the way he wolfs a whole jar of apple sauce and 3 pieces of jerky down in 7 minutes. “Do you know your name, baby?” You ask softly as you crouch down to his level. The boy doesn’t say anything for a moment before squeaking out a tiny, soft and terrified “Issac..” 

“Issac huh? S’ a pretty cool name bud” Daryl chimes in as he ruffles Issac’s hair, the sight of Daryl being so soft and so gentle with the fragile Issac is enough to make your heart melt and embarrassingly thighs clench. You’d been thinking about having babies with Daryl a lot recently and it seems the Lord decided to answer your prayers. Isaac bares a nervous but more happy smile as Daryl entertains him while you grab the walkie from your backpack. “Rick? You come in?” You say over the radio, not too loud just incase those undead fuckers are still hanging about. There’s a moment of silence before the walkie crackles to life and the familiar gruff voice of Rick shines through “Yeah i’m here, whats up? You and Daryl okay?” You breathe a sigh of relief as the walkie call was a shot in the dark you didn’t even know if it would work. “Yah a bit banged up but fine, we’re gonna need you to come get us Aaron failed to mention the big ass fuckin’ horde in the store… We lost the truck but we still got all the supplies still” You relay to your leader who silences your thoughts for a moment.

 “Sorry about that, i was also not aware of the horde or i wouldn’t have sent you in there” Rick apologies “Listen I can come get you in a half hour.. We are having some walker troubles of our own, it’ll be dark when I get there. Are you guys able to hold up until then?” You take a deep breath before looking over at Daryl and Issac and you can’t help the grin that comes on your face at the sight of Daryl entertaining him with his arrows. “Yeah we’ll be good” You bite your lip, nervous for whatever reason “uh hey Rick?” You add. Your sentence makes Rick nervous but he responds nevertheless “Yes?” “We found a little boy.. Can’t be older than five his mama is dead up stairs, name’s Issac” 

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Your watch read 6:13 PM when Rick’s headlights finally rolled up the driveway of the old house. He knocks on the door a few times before speaking “S’ me Daryl! Rick” With that confirmation You unlock the door and manage to shove the boxes enough out of the way Rick can shimmy in. “Hey.. you good?” You ask Rick as you give him a once over for injuries and he returns the favour with you, his eyes locking onto your shoulder bandaged. “I’m fine, he’s over here” You defer the focus off you as you lead Rick around the corner into the living room where Daryl is seated on the couch horizontally passed out with sweet Issac equally passed out on his chest, his little olive fist clutched tightly on Daryl’s shirt. A wide grin pulls on your lips at the sight and you look over to see Rick is also grinning at the adorable sight. “Well I'll be damned, didn’t think I'd see the day Daryl’d become a family man eh?” Rick chuckles quietly as to not wake up either yet. “Ya gonna keep him?” Rick mutters but the answer is obvious. “Who Daryl or Issac?” You joke as the answer doesn’t even have to be said out loud. “It’s an adorable sight.. I wish i had a camera” You whisper before helping Rick bring the bags to the truck before you slip back inside gently shaking Daryl on the shoulder “baby, Rick’s here time to go home try not to wake Issac” 

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It’s been officially 3 weeks since your boyfriend and you took Issac into your care, the sweet child has been a big hit among the original group. They've all spent time welcoming him and humouring his stories. It feels as if a piece of your heart has been filled now that Issac has joined your little family, he is the sweetest boy ever, he’s polite, shy and funny although he has nightmares occasionally about his late parents but it’s nothing you can’t help soothe. For the first week he slept in the bed with you and Daryl which you both didn’t mind one bit, Daryl has been better with Issac then you ever imagined he’d be, of course you knew he’d be a good dad but he’s exceeded good. 

It’s around dinner time 6:00pm when Daryl returns from a run, grumpy, sweaty and tired but that all changes when you greet him in the kitchen Isaac on your hip as you cook dinner. It makes life feel so normal again, the way you’re posted up in the kitchen cooking dinner on the stove, no guns in sight, no walkers. That’s when Issac says one word, one singular word that in Daryl’s opinion makes everything worth it. “Daddy!” He grins, squirming in your hold as he breaks free running up to Daryl begging to be picked up. You swear you’ve never seen Daryl grin so hard in his life as he picks your son and hugs him tight and gives him a kiss on the head “Hey buddy how was you and mama’s day?” 

“We did cooking! We saw aunt Maggie too” Issac manages to babble out in his excitement as he shows Daryl his new toy dragon. You feel as if your body and soul are ascending as you watch the interaction. It's so heart and soul warming you almost cry at how complete your life feels after years of fighting and running.

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Guysss i need help!!! i need someone to practice my speaking english with because i am struggling here in Australia. well not that badd but i need helppp

i'd love to teach you french in return but i am severely dyslexic so that is out of the window lmaooo.

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i’ve seen so many fics about daryl seeing his girl with a baby/child and wanting to have one of his own but honestly i feel like it should also be the other way around like being with the group for a loooong time and watching daryl hold judith when she was first born at the prison and how he continued to raise her and basically adopt her when she was older and just knowing if he’s that good with someone else’s kid how PERFECT he would be with his own child like i truly think him having his own child would heal his inner child so bad cause he could love his child in every way he never was 😩😩

Hiii Anon i love this ideaaa! i just need some clarification on a few things! sorry to be a pain but english isn't my first lanuage and sometimes i get confused on peoples meaning

You want this as a fic yes? (I am so okay to write it <3)

idea is that Reader sees Daryl with judith and how reader thinks that he'd be so good being a dad?

Againn sorry to be a painn ily and thank you for this request <3

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Here is a little teaser of my new Request i'm working on as i probs won't finish it for another week or a bit depending on how my fake doctors appointment goes (it's for my therapy, you could call it exposure therapy maybe?) goes. enjoy <3 tag: @stiveroon heres a teaser for your req <3

NOTE: MY INBOX/REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN FOR ANY TWD FICS YOU THINK YOU WANT TO SEE :D

The Old House

“Shit shit shit!” You mutter through your teeth as you bounce on your heels, Daryl is hurriedly trying to push open the front door of this old house but clearly something isn’t permitting easy access. “Daryl, Hurry! We have like two minutes tops before they notice us and then we have a shit ton of walkers comin’ our way” You panic, voice tight, lip between your teeth almost drawing blood as you stay on watch. “I know doll.. I’m tryin’ fuck..shit!” Daryl curses as whatever's blocking the door isn’t budging for anyone with a good word and a prayer.

“You want me to help D?” You offer even though you know you are most definitely not in the right condition. Daryl shakes his head incessibly as he looks back over his shoulder to meet your eyes. “No fuckin’ way not with ya busted shoulder.. I ain’t letting you do that.” You look back to the horde making their way over and your heart drops to your boots as you see how close they are, another 20 feet and they’re on top of you and hungry. “Shit Daryl, We ain’t got no choice” You panic, your breath quickening as you push your way beside him and before he can protest a singular walker starts moving towards you both, not noticed but in your direction. “Oh shit” Daryl curses as you both push with all your might and finally the door is ajar just enough for you both to slip through. “You first” Daryl insists and you obey as you slide through the gap before taking the bags and then guns and Daryl’s bow as he slips in, shutting the door behind him.

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🤤

I’m wet

‘he holds me in his big arms, drunk and i’m seein’ stars. . .’

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HAHAHHAHAHHA STOP MY BF FORGOT I AM MOSTLY BLIND IN MH LEFT EYE ANHAHAHA

we where play fighting and he managed to cover my right eye and I was like “great. Now I can’t see baby” and he looked so confused and was like “yes you can? I only got one eye?”

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Wanna be nosy? Here's your chance.

0: Height 1: Virgin? 2: Shoe size 3: Do you smoke? 4: Do you drink? 5: Do you take drugs? 6: Age you get mistaken for 7: Have tattoos? 8: Want any tattoos? 9:��Got any piercings? 10: Want any piercings? 11: Best friend? 12: Relationship status 13: Biggest turn ons 14: Biggest turn offs 15: Favorite movie 16: I’ll love you if 17: Someone you miss 18: Most traumatic experience 19: A fact about your personality 20: What I hate most about myself 21: What I love most about myself 22: What I want to be when I get older 23: My relationship with my sibling(s) 24: My relationship with my parent(s) 25: My idea of a perfect date 26: My biggest pet peeves 27: A description of the girl/boy I like 28: A description of the person I dislike the most 29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend 30: What I hate the most about work/school 31: What your last text message says 32: What words upset me the most 33: What words make me feel the best about myself 34: What I find attractive in women 35: What I find attractive in men 36: Where I would like to live 37: One of my insecurities 38: My childhood career choice 39: My favorite ice cream flavor 40: Who wish I could be 41: Where I want to be right now 42: The last thing I ate 43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately 44: A random fact about anything

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i want all three of them so badly

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Rick Grimes Master list <3

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˖𓅓‧₊˚ ִ☾.Night Owls₊˚ ִ☾.𓅓

remember me?

Daryl Dixon x Reader!

A/n: This is the Background/start of my series ‘Night Owls’ and it is based off THIS fic!

☽ Summary: After running into Rick's group at Terminus, You find yourself sneaking into the barn for shelter and come face to face with the group again

☽ Warnings: swearing, mentions of cannibalism (brief like blink and you'll miss it),

☽ Word count: 1.1k

tag list: @sasha-37 @smuttfuelled

You’d been following the group for a few days, watching them from the treeline. It’s a wonder how they haven’t spotted you yet, maybe they are just as exhausted and dehydrated as you. 

That's when the rain started at first it was delightful to get some moisture onto your dry and brittle body but then the thunder and lightning came. That's when you knew you needed to find shelter and ditch stalking the group you will always find them again. “Shit! We need to find shelter now” The leader of the group yells, you know his name is Rick only because you’ve heard it being yelled numerous times over the past three days. “Rick this way” another voice yells, this man's voice is rougher more redneck you can pin a redneck man out of a crowd of 1000 as you grew up around them. You watch as the group darts through the scrub and off into the distance. “Shit..” You curse yourself as you hear a small herd of walkers approaching, you didn’t want to but you have no choice now but to get close to Rick's group. 

You creep across the road and towards where you guess the group went, after traveling a few hundred feet you come across a barn.Bingo. That’s where they have to be, they aren’t stupid enough to pass up an opportunity like that. Now the only problem is how do you get in without being shot or stabbed or bit? Then you spot an open window and a tree perfectly grown right next to the lower roof. You waste no time climbing up the slick tree and onto the roof where you nearly break your neck walking slowly so as to not make too much noise, not that Rick’s group would hear much over the hammering rain. 

Once you make it to the opening much to your luck and surprise there's a beam right under the window which is long and thick enough for you to perch on. You don’t want to expose yourself just yet, you still need to get a feel of them despite meeting this group a few weeks or maybe a month prior. Time gets away from you now, you don’t even know what month it is, it could be june or october and you wouldn’t know hell someone could tell you it’s december and it would take you a moment to question it. You’d met Rick’s group before, not that they’d remember you one bit because it was a brief meeting and they were running and pumped full of adrenaline. It was after Terminus when those crazy asshats tried to eat you, you’d found an older lady leaving Terminus after you had escaped. Carol, her name was, she'd asked if you’d seen her group and luckily you saw a group of people stumbling a few minutes ago so you led her straight to them.

You hadn’t really left a lasting impression on any of them. Or so you thought because you only helped patched up a man named Daryl and another you can’t remember his name before you ran off. That's when a loud banging and groaning rips you from your memories and lands you in the presents, shit the herd must’ve made it to the barn quicker than you thought. You want nothing more than to help hold the door closed but something inside of you screamed that it would be a horrible idea. So you have to watch helplessly as the whole of Rick’s group struggled against the herd and the strong wind. You couldn’t do anything to help because you have no ammo and you are weak from dehydration and lack of food. Finally after what felt like several hours but it was probably 3 at best the herd stopped, you were too scared to check why. 

You watch from above as Rick and the rest of the group lay down near the door this time just in case, some are asleep now you can pick out a few faces, Carol, Rick and his boy Carl and a baby? Then your eyes find him, the rugged looking redneck, somehow he looks more rugged and handsome than the last time you saw him but God did you like it. Your eyes follow him like a hawk as you sit above in the beams of the barn

After another hour you observe Rick, Daryl and a big red headed man you can’t name are still awake you decide now is the best time to show yourself, less guns being pointed hopefully. You sling your bag onto your back and you holster your knife before slowly and in the least threatening way possibly you climb down and make yourself known by hitting the floor feet first. You stay still, hands up in the air, a nervous but strong expression on your face. “Remember me?” 

Daryl snaps his head up. Of course he remembers you, for whatever sick and twisted reason ever since he talked to you once and you patched him up he’s never forgotten your voice or your face not even close. He remembers your name and the way you introduced yourself for the first time, so confident yet not cocky, just strong and sure of yourself. Dangerous. Which is why he stood up with Rick and Abraham all pointing guns right at your head but you don’t even blink. That’s what intrigues him so much, the way you never seem to flinch or even blink at danger that would scare the shit out of most people but you never seem to crack. Even now with three men a good double your size with guns pointed in your face you seem not even phased in any sense. “I ain’t ere’ to hurt ya, just wanted shelter and maybe some food? Or water” Your voice is steady, calm, not threatening but so dangerous at the same time. In all honesty, you scare Daryl but pull him in at the same time. “You been followin’ us woman?” He snaps, his words wake up everyone else who also stand up quickly pulling guns. Now you have 14 guns pointed right at you but still you don’t so much as flinch or even breath unsteady, it wouldn’t do you any good in the end.

“Was passin by, got pushed closer by that herd i ain’t in a good enough shape to fight them… or you” Is all you say, it’s a simple sentence but it carries the weight of truth and somehow manages to soften the attitudes of the group.. Well most of the group.