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"Kate Moss in “Charming Lolita” photographed by Ellen von Unwerth for Vogue Italia, April 1992.
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₊ ˙ ⠀⠀✦⠀ ˙ ₊ Distracted
Fluff 𓈒⠀ ˙ ₊ reader x Daryl
set during the farm era
Daryl had decided to go and find something to hunt, and with her worrying-self not wanting him to go alone she followed him. But today, the forest seemed unusually empty. No tracks, no sounds of animals,thankfully not much walkers and just the distant rustle of leaves. It was frustrating, but Daryl didn’t let it show. He just kept moving, his eyes scanning the trees, the ground beneath them.
A nice and cute river caught her eye and a small smile appeared on her face as she nudged him gently with her elbow, “Hey Dar’.” she called out softly, not interrupting the quiet.
“What?” He spoke up with a huff, now his voice interrupting the silence. Her gaze stayed focused on the source of her attention. “I think I found something! C’mon.”
She tilted her head to the direction of the ‘thing she found’ before rushing over to it, a bothered groan and chuckle escaping his lips as he followed her a few steps ahead.
A small, clear river wound through the trees ahead of them, its surface sparkling in the late afternoon light and she immediately went over, turning around to face Daryl.
“It’s just a river. We ain’t here for sightseeing.” He grumbled with a scoff, looking off to the side and scanning for any walkers.
“I know,” she said, already walking toward the river’s edge. She couldn’t help it—there was something calming about it. “Give me a moment, I need a rest.” She murmured, her hands resting on the rock she sat on.
Daryl let out a groan as he stepped over to her, “Don’t get too comfortable,” he warned, “We need to keep moving.” She looked back at him as she rolled her eyes.
She suddenly got an idea, she leaned down over to the water which caused him to raise an eyebrow in confusion. She splashed some of the water onto him, letting out a laugh.
“Seriously?” He huffed as he took his crossbow off his back, placing it carefully down on the ground as his eyes didn’t leave her.
“Yeah. You need a bath.” She chimed back, crossing her legs as she leaned back while resting her hands behind her. Daryl scoffed at her with an eye roll.
One thing led to another and now they were attacking each other with water, “Daryl I swear!” She yelped, scooping up water as she threw it at him. “Ya’ s’dead.” He grumbled, a small smirk creeping up on his face as he pushed her, causing her to tumble into the lake.
She gasped as he did, her hands grabbed onto Daryl, pulling him down with her as she let out a laugh, she pulled him over to her as she moved further down into the lake, causing him to get in the same state like her.
“You look like a wet cat.” She teased. “Ya’ done for.” he grumbled as he wrapped an arm around her waist.
They didn’t find anything to hunt that day, but as they made their way back to the group, both of them soaked from the river and carrying nothing, except for their weapons hands- and due to their current state they were trying their best to sneak back into the camp without causing any attention.
Until a voice was heard off from the side. “So, uh... what happened with you two?” Glenn asked, obviously confused as he took the image of them two in.
And just as she was about to speak up Daryl gave Glenn a pointed look, his usual rough edge back in place. “None of your business, man.”
“Just seems like you two got a little more than a hunting trip out of it.”
“You should’a seen Daryl, looked like a wet cat.”
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I would fall asleep on Daryl all the time because I’m always sleepy, and I can’t stop imagining how he would react. He just seems like the kind of person who’s always warm, with this aura that screams "safe," like he’s the one steady thing in a chaotic world. Being around him feels like he could pause everything for you, just for a moment. I'm going to yap about it...
The first time it happened, your head rested on his shoulder after a long week. Everyone was worn out, and you’d taken as many guard shifts as he had. The moment he felt your weight leaning into him, he froze, his whole body stiffening intimacy wasn’t exactly his thing—but he didn’t. Maybe he didn’t want to wake you, or maybe he realized how tired you were. After a while, though, he gave you a gentle nudge, waking you up. When you apologized, he just grunted, brushing it off with a muttered, “Go get some sleep.”
The next time it happened, he grunted again, more out of surprise than irritation. He didn’t wake you this time. He sat still, awkward but resigned, letting you rest. Over time, it started happening more often—not just when things were rough, but whenever the two of you found a rare moment of quiet.
Without even realizing it, he began to adjust himself for your comfort. If you leaned too far, he’d shift so you wouldn’t fall. Sometimes, he’d put an arm around you, like it was the most natural thing in the world. If anyone was too loud while you were sleeping, he’d glare at them or tell them to shut up.
Somehow, he found comfort in it. It didn’t ask anything of him—just his presence. And for someone like Daryl, who’s so used to giving more than he ever gets, maybe that’s why he let it happen. You found your safe place to rest, and he found a quiet sense of purpose in being needed for something as simple as just being there.
Come on look at him! I just want to take a nap by his side
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sometimes when I’m bored I like to find people their flower twin ✿✼:*゚:༅
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Is he 55 and I'm 18? Yes.. Is that a 37 year difference, well yeah it is. But, LOOOOK AT HIM!!!!
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Whyyyy is it so hard for boys to like me! Like I just want a boyfriend! I just wanna do cute things like hold hands and go to a coffee shop!!
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I think that one of the funniest things about Legolas (especially in the movies) is that he’s literally the only Elvish prince in all of Middle-Earth but everyone treats him like he’s just a random guy. And he ACTS like just a random guy as well which makes it even better
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