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So yâall ready for winter/Christmas vibes yet??? âïžðâš
#Iâve been ready#going to change my decorations soon#ðð
ðâïžâïž#ho ho ho holidays#itâs officially November itâs time#letâs soak up as much holiday cheer as we can within the allotted time available
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what the FREAK is this
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Merry Christmas, everyone. And Happy New Year!
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christmas :D
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marry chrisma 2
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T-shirt design selling shop:
#tshirt design#tshirtshop#tshirts#tshirtdesign#tshirtstyle#tshirtprinting#christmasdecor#christmastreeð#christmas2024â€ïž#christmasdecorationsð#christmasgifts#merrychristmas2024ðð
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âš Bring a touch of homemade charm to your holiday decor with this adorable sock snowman! ð§Šð Made from simple materials like a white sock, rice, and a few festive accessories, this craft is perfect for kids and adults alike. ðšð A cozy addition to your Christmas celebrations! ðâ€ïž
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ðâïžMerry Christmas to all !! âïžððŠ (Dm me for more content)
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ð€ ð GIDDY UP ðŽðð JINGLE WHORE!!! ð¯ââïžðð¥ðð
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Merry Christmas, Daryl
Daryl x Reader Fluff
summary: On a quiet Christmas Eve in Alexandria, an unexpected moment under mistletoe brings you and Daryl closer in a way neither of you expected. slightly nerdy awkward reader
author's note: just something cute to wish you all a happy holiday ðâšðâïžâïžð
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The faint hum of conversation and laughter fills the air, the low flicker of candles and strings of scavenged Christmas lights casting a warm glow across the house. Alexandria feels⊠different tonight. Almost like the world hasnât ended. Like theyâre all just neighbors, throwing a party to pass the time. You suppose it's what it's been like for them this whole time, but for you and your group...it was a nice reminder of what once was.
Maggie is laughing at something Glenn said, her eyes crinkling in a way you havenât seen in months. Carl and Judith sit by the fire with Michonne, her arm draped protectively around the boyâs shoulders as she listens to his quiet chatter. Rickâs laugh carries over the rest of the noise, and for a moment, everything feelsânormal.
Instead of joining in, you linger on the outskirts, nursing your drink. Itâs not that you donât feel welcomeâyou do, mostly. Itâs just easier to watch, to soak in the warmth and pretend the ache of missing something you canât quite name isnât sitting heavy in your chest.
Your eyes wander, always searching no matter what room you're inâfor him.
Daryl.
He stands near the door, half in shadow, nursing a beer with one hand while the other rests on his hip. Heâs not watching anyone in particular, but his eyes scan the room like always, as if heâs looking for troubleâor maybe just a reason to leave. Thereâs something about the way he stands, so separate from everyone else, that pulls you in.
Youâve always told yourself itâs nothing, this feeling that tugs at you whenever heâs around. But it can't be nothing. Not with the way your heart picks up when he looks at you, the way you catch yourself stealing glances at him when you think he wonât notice. Itâs the way he speaksânot much, but when he does, itâs rough and honest and somehow makes you feel safer than all the walls around Alexandria combined.
You take another sip, your fingers tightening slightly on the glass. You like him. Youâve liked him for months, but itâs not the kind of thing you can just admitâto yourself or to him. Youâre not even sure he sees you that way. Youâve convinced yourself he doesnât, because itâs easier than hoping for something you might not get.
Still, your feet move before you can stop them.
âYou look like youâre having fun,â you tease as you approach, your voice light despite the nervous flutter in your chest.
He glances at you, his lips twitching in something that could almost be a smile. âAinât exactly my scene.â
You shrug, falling beside him to lean against the wall, âNot mine either, really. But itâs nice, right? Seeing everyone like this?â
He doesnât answer immediately, his gaze shifting back to the room. After a moment, he nods. âYeah. Sâgood for âem.â
The way he says itâquiet, almost like itâs a secretâmakes your chest ache. You wonder if he ever lets himself have anything good, or if he always watches from the sidelines, thinking itâs enough just to see other people happy.
You study him for a long moment, taking in the slope of his shoulders, the way his thumb taps idly against the glass bottle. But with a shift of his shoulders, he's pushing off the wall.
âYou heading out already?â you ask, trying to keep the disappointment from your voice.
âThink so,â he mutters. His voice is low, rough, but it doesnât feel dismissive. If anything, it feels like an invitationâto follow, to keep talking, to⊠something.
Instead, you offer a soft smile. âGuess Iâll see you later, then.â
He dips his head in a nod, stepping away from the doorframe and into the chilly night.
The walk home is quiet, the air crisp and biting against your skin. You tuck your hands into your pockets, letting your breath mist in front of you as you replay the evening in your head.
Youâre not sure why you feel so unsettled. Itâs not like you expected him to stay. Daryl doesnât do parties or crowds or small talk. Thatâs part of who he is, and itâs part of why you like him. Still, you canât shake the feeling that you should have said more.
You spot him just beyond the houses, leaning against one of the bare trees that line the edge of the path. Heâs looking up, his face tilted toward the branches, and for a moment, you just watch him, the way he always seems to watch everyone else.
âWhat are you doing out here?â you ask, your voice breaking the stillness.
He turns slightly, his gaze landing on you. âCould ask you the same.â
You step closer, following his gaze to the small sprig of green dangling from one of the lower branches. It takes a second to register, but when it does, your heart skips. Mistletoe.
A laugh escapes you, nervous and too loud in the quiet night. âHuh. Did you know mistletoeâs a parasite?â
His brow furrows, and you press on, the words spilling out before you can stop them. âI mean, technically a semi-parasite. It attaches to trees and, you know⊠kind of takes what it needs. Pretty romantic, right?â
Heâs watching you now, his lips twitching like heâs trying not to smile. âYou always talk this much?â
âOnly when Iâm nervous,â you blurt, and the words hang in the cold air, making your cheeks burn.
Daryl tilts his head slightly, his brow furrowing in that way he does when heâs trying to figure something out. You can feel your pulse quicken under his gaze, the weight of his attention making your tongue trip over itself. âItâs just⊠mistletoe. And, uh⊠you.â
As soon as the words are out, you wish you could take them back, your eyes darting anywhere but at him. The mistletoe, the ground, the shadow his boots make on the frost-bitten earthâanything to avoid the unreadable look youâre sure is on his face.
The silence stretches, thick enough to strangle you. You almost start rambling again, desperate to fill the gap, when he clears his throat.
âMistletoe, huh?â he mutters, the corner of his mouth twitching like heâs trying not to smile.
You glance up, startled, and your breath catches. Heâs still watching you, but thereâs something softer in his expression now, something almost shy. He shifts his weight, his thumb hooking into his belt loop, and the small, nervous movement sends a rush of affection through you.
âWell, yeah,â you say, the words spilling out faster now, your voice breathy. âI mean, technically itâs a semi-parasite. It grows on trees, kind of⊠leeching off them, but in a subtle way. You know, symbiotic. Itâs not entirelyââ
You stop abruptly when you realize heâs taken a small step closer. Your heart pounds against your ribs, and youâre suddenly very aware of how quiet it is, just the faint rustle of the wind through the trees and the sound of your own breathing.
Heâs not much taller than you, but he feels bigger somehow, his presence grounding you even as it sends your thoughts scattering. Your eyes flick to the mistletoe above, then back to his, and you swear he notices because his gaze dropsâbrieflyâto your lips before snapping back up.
âY/NâŠâ he says softly, his voice rough and hesitant, like suddenly the name tastes different on his tongue suddenly.
Your breath catches again, and before you can second-guess yourself, you both move. Itâs awkward at first, both of you leaning in too fast, your noses brushing in a way that makes you stifle a nervous laugh. But then his hand comes up, rough and warm against your jaw, steadying you, and suddenly the world narrows to just thisâjust him.
His lips meet yours, tentative and soft at first, but the moment stretches, deepens, like neither of you wants to pull away. You lean into him, your hands finding his jacket, clutching at the worn fabric like you need it to keep steady.
Daryl kisses you like he doesnât quite know what heâs doing but doesnât want to stop. Itâs clumsy and unpracticed, and it makes your chest ache because it feels so him. Honest. Earnest.
When you finally part, youâre both breathing harder than you should be, the air between you clouding with misted breaths. His hand lingers against your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin in a way that sends a shiver down your spine.
âMerry Christmas, Y/N,â he murmurs, his voice low.
You feel your lips curve into a smile, the warmth blooming in your chest spilling out into your words. âMerry Christmas, Daryl.â
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