#Daryl Dixon cuddles

[evillama666]

“Keeping warm”

“Keeping warm”

Daryl Dixon x reader

I wanted to write a fanfic for someone else but did that happen?.... No

Summary: Reader is crashing with Daryl in the back of his truck for the winter, but it’s a particularly cold night that leads to cuddles

Tags: Cuddles obviously, reluctance at first, Wow I’m really bad at this, uuuuuuuh, Season two-ish?

Word count: 3227

I love his stupid poncho so much! I want it!!

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It’s winter, and the group is barely scraping by. Everyone had a vehicle to sleep in except for you, and no one was offering, so Daryl reluctantly offered to let you sleep in his truck. It wasn’t ideal, but it wasn't like you had much choice. Daryl offered you the backseat so you're more comfortable as he sleeps on the passenger side. You thought the farm was perfect for the upcoming winter, but it just had to burn down, didn't it? Sure, the truck has a bit of heat, but it’s not exactly like Daryl can keep the heat on all the time. Tonight’s particularly cold, so you’re having a hard time falling asleep. You’re reading a book you picked up on a run to distract yourself, using the moonlight to read.

You shudder and hide from the cold with your blanket when Daryl opens the door, climbing in, wearing his adorable poncho. Usually you're already asleep by the time Daryl makes it back to the truck. He glances at the book you're reading. “Can’t sleep?” You shake your head, bundling up in your blanket. The truck was even colder after Daryl opened the door. He nods as he grunts in response. He looks back at your book. “Watcha reading?” You silently lift your book to show him. It’s some plant identification. You thought it could be useful. Daryl’s eyes skim over the cover. “Good choice.” Sleeping in his truck with him, there hasn't really been many words between you. Mostly because you’re asleep when he gets back and he’s gone by the time you wake up. “Did you get anything?” You ask quietly. He’s been hunting a lot more, trying to get whatever he could for the group. He settles in the passenger seat and grunts. “No. Ain’t a damn thang out there.”

You glance out the window. Great, the snow is getting worse. Just what you wanted. Like it wasn’t fucking cold enough. You glance back at Daryl. You're freezing here in the truck. You can only imagine how cold it was out there. “Were you ok out there?” Daryl doesn't like that you’re worried about him. “I can handle myself.” You were expecting an answer like that. You sigh as you go back to your book. It’s hard to concentrate because of how cold it is. Daryl’s head snaps up when he hears you slam the book closed. He looks over his shoulder when you settle down and bundle up in your blanket. You mumble into the soft fabric. “Night.”

Daryl notices that you're shivering but says nothing. He grumbles back lowly, grabbing his own blanket. “Night.” He always waits for you to fall asleep before going to sleep himself. He looks out the windshield, watching the snow get worse. If it’s like this in the morning, there’s no damn way he can go hunting. He’s listening to your breaths as he thinks. He’s been feeling a lot of damn responsibility lately. He looks back over his shoulder when he hears your teeth chattering. “Y’aight?” 

You open your eyes to meet his. You're covering your mouth with your blanket to keep warm. “Just a little cold. Nothing I can’t handle.” Lies. Three pairs of pants, two shirts, and a thick jacket and you're still shivering. Daryl looks back out the window, laying in the seat, trying to get comfortable. He listens to your teeth, and all the little sounds of discomfort for a while. Finally, he can’t take the sound of your teeth chattering any longer. “Are you sure you're alright!? He snaps, a bit harsher than he meant to. You shoot him a little glare. “I said I'm fine.” Daryl huffs out a breath of annoyance. “Ya sure as hell don't seem it!

You sit up a little, now getting pissed off. “The hell are you going to do about it? Climb back here and cuddle with me? There’s not much you can fucking do!” He just glares at you as you spit the truth out at him. His gaze turns away and you bundle back up in your blanket. The wind is getting stronger and you can feel it wafting through the windows. Daryl hates that he can’t do much for you. He sighs loudly as he sinks into the seat.

It feels too cold to sleep. Is that even a thing? Well, it’s all you can think about. Yea, you've gotten used to sleeping in the cold, but damn is tonight awful. You hide your head under the blanket. Hopefully, your breath can warm up the little pocket you made. Daryl is racking his brain, trying to think of something to keep you warm. All he can think of is what you said about cuddling. Nope, no, He’s not doing that. He won’t even let you comfort him whenever he has a nightmare. Which you learned very quickly when you first started sleeping in his truck. About twenty minutes pass and your breaths still haven't slowed to signal you’re asleep. All he can hear is you shivering. It’s pissing him the fuck off.

He looks back at you, hiding under your blanket, then snaps. “Move over!” You quickly pull your head out from under your blanket, wondering what the hell he’s on about this time. “What?” you ask, in an annoyed tone. It’s too cold and late to deal with his bullshit. He snaps louder this time. “Move over, damnit!” Your brows furrow. Yea, that really cleared things up. “Why?”

Does he need to go into a deep explanation for you? He throws his arm out in frustration. “I can’t stand listening to you shivering back there!” Wait… Is he really suggesting coming back here? “I wasn't serious about that!” Serious or not, Daryl literally can’t think of any other way to keep you warm. And what he’s learned from survival is that sharing body heat really does help keep warm. (True fact) He’s already climbing over the passenger seat, into the back. You put your hands on his chest as you try to shove him back. “Daryl, no!!!”

“Move or I’m gonna crush you dammit!” He yells back, ignoring your shoves. You quickly scramble up as he climbs back. He pushes you back down, pulling you against him as he lies on the cramped back seat. You barely fit there to begin with and now a man twice your size is laying with you on it? You shove his chest again. “Daryl! There’s no room!” He huffed in frustration. Why couldn't you just make this easy? He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. “Fuckin’ deal with it.” He grumbles, leaving no room for argument.

You roll your eyes, reluctantly setting against him. He grabs your blanket and wraps you both in it. Then he grabs his blanket off the seat and layers it with your blanket. As much as you hate to admit it, this is already way warmer. You close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm your nerves. You mumble against his chest. “Thanks.”

Daryl’s body is tense as hell. He doesn't say anything in response. He doesn't know what to say in this situation. He wraps both his arms around you and pulls you tight to his chest. He closes his eyes as he focuses on your scent. His breathing gradually deepens as he relaxes. You open your eyes to take a peek at him. You always assumed he didn't care. Well, he cared in some sense about the group, but you didn't think he cared about you personally. You hesitate before pressing a kiss to his nose, just to see his reaction. His eyes snap open and meet yours. You can’t tell if his cheeks are red from the cold or you. He takes a moment to gather himself before speaking. “Hell was that for?” 

You stare at him. Honestly, you're not exactly sure. You nuzzle closer, feeling cozy and warm. “Just showing my appreciation.” His jaw tenses as he looks away. That’s the shit he didn't want. “Don’t be doing that cheesy shit. I’m doin’ this to keep ya warm.” Your heart sinks a little. Damn it, why the hell do you even feel disappointed? It’s not like you feel anything towards him… However, you're still snuggling closer, craving more. Daryl assumes you're just trying to stay warm. Why else would you be trying to get so close to him? So, he wraps the blankets closer, letting you have more. Finally feeling warm, you can feel the tiredness settling in. Closing your eyes, you allow your body to relax the rest of the way and lean into Daryl for warmth.

Daryl waits till you're asleep before allowing himself to relax. He brushes some of your hair back so he can see your pretty face. His shoulders untense and he shifts a little as he gets comfortable. He snuggles under the blankets with you. Daryl hates the cold with a passion. First, it fucking sucks. Second, it’s too much of a hassle to survive in. Of course, he’s never actually complained about it, but being bundled up with you, with each other's body heat keeping you warm, is so much better. He presses his cold nose into your hair, as he closes his eyes and lets himself finally sleep.

Did you think we were going to get through the night without a nightmare? Daryl is shaking, and not because of the cold. He could be dreaming of literally anything awful. The walkers, the fire, losing people, Sofia, surviving the winter, his brother, or even his father. He’s holding onto you tightly. His soft faint whimpers pull you out of your sleep. His brows are pinched tight in… fear. You’ve never seen him like that. Even other times he was having nightmares in the truck, you never got a good look at his face. He’s never let you actually comfort you but, maybe this time it’ll be different since he’s literally cuddled up with you. Slowly sitting up, you press a little kiss on his head, waiting for a reaction, before pressing more to his hair to gently coax him out of his nightmare. 

His eyes slowly open, feeling a weird touch to his head. His brows furrow more as he looks at you. His face scrunches up and flinches away when you bring your hand to his cheek. Your voice is soft and soothing, holding affection. “Hey, it’s ok. Just a nightmare.” He looks away, grumbling. “Don’t…” He doesn't need any pity. Instead of giving up with defeat like usual, you keep trying to comfort him. Ignoring his protest, you keep your voice the same, tracing your thumb along his cheekbone. “Are you ok? You were shaking pretty bad. It’s perfectly fine if you're not.” Ok, maybe it’s not pity, but he still doesn't like it. He keeps avoiding your gaze, still mumbling. “M’fine.” You keep your hand on his cheek, hoping he’ll look back at you. “I know you won't want to talk but, I want you to know you always can.” He hates it. Hates, that it feels so nice. He hesitantly looks back at you for a moment. Just a brief moment. He considers protesting, but something decides against it. “Kay…”

A small smile grazes your lips. It may not seem like much, but that was a lot for Daryl. You brush his hair out of his face. It’s been getting longer over the winter. Feeling like he needs all the comfort in the world, you press a kiss to his cheek. His face scrunches up again. “Stop it.” He says, sounding somewhat like a little kid. A soft breath of amusement falls from your lips. You smile as you trail small kisses down his jawline. He tries to dodge you, then ultimately gives up. He’s learned that you can be stubborn. Very stubborn if it’s something that you're set on. All of a sudden he hides his face in your neck when he feels weird tingles. What did you just do to him? You broke him! He keeps his face there as he sorts his thoughts. He’s also trying to hide a blush. When was the last time he fucking blushed?

You giggle softly when he hides his face in your neck. “Are you trying to avoid my kisses, Daryl?” Yes and no. He’s trying to hide from his emotions. He was very much starting to enjoy those soft kisses. Damn those things. Maybe he could play his blush off as just being cold. He fights with his mind before tightening his grip and mumbling in your skin. “Keep going.” You almost miss what he said but, you can tell he said something by the vibrations against your skin. “What?” Oh god, don’t make him repeat himself. He pushes his face into the crook of your neck. You sigh with a smile as you kiss the top of his head, running your fingers through his hair. Oh damn, that’s so much better. It’s decided. He is to never cut his hair ever again. He’s melting against you. Warmth melted all the lingering thoughts of his nightmare.

He sighs contently as he nuzzles his face against your neck, hugging you tightly so you never stop. It’s safe to say he likes this. Just to really get to him, you massage your nails against his scalp. An unexpected, long, muffled, satisfied moan escapes his mouth. ‘Damnit. She did that on purpose.” He thinks. It was already too late to hide how much he enjoyed that, but still. He can’t believe he let you pull a moan out of him. Oh god… What else could you do to him!?

The kisses fade as the sleepiness kicks back in. He lifts his head, just enough to look at you. “Why’d ya stop?” You’re already drifting off. “Sleepy.” His eyes wander over your face. Yeah, he can see that. He lowers his head onto your shoulder, then mumbles. “Good night, sweetheart.” He’s sure you’re too out of it to even catch that pet name. Your head drifts as you mumble back, barely coherently. “M’night.”

He gives you a final glance before closing his eyes as well. A needy whine leaves the back of his throat as he pulls you close. He didn’t even realize he made that. He sighs deeply as he thinks about what you just did to him. He can’t fully wrap his head around it, but he liked it. He then lifts his head to look at you. Like really look at you. Like that’s somehow going to make him understand you. He takes in all your minor features. The way your eyelashes look when your eyes are closed, the relaxed look on your face, any freckles, the way your skin shines in the moonlight, the curve and colour of your lips. All the details, down to the peach fuzz on your face. He’s observant, and he has all the time he needs to memorize your face. He tilts his head as he thinks, but lowers it as he pushes any thoughts behind. What are you doing to him?

He sighs as he drifts off into sleep. He feels so warm, not just temperature wise. He feels warmth in his chest. It’s not something he’s quite experienced, but it’s a nice feeling, so he’s not going to complain. He’s keeping you close. Actually, allowing himself to have someone close. As the storm passing by the truck gets worse, Daryl keeps readjusting the blankets, making sure you have more warmth than him.

When morning hits, you still feel his warmth. You assumed he’d be gone now. You’ve always slept in later than him, and finally, feeling warm, you slept in a lot later. There’s not much for you to do to help the group, so you’ve been using that time to sleep in. You lift your head when you wake up and see the snow falling out the window. Oh, that’s why he didn't leave. Your gaze falls onto his face next. He’s been up for a while, silently watching you as you sleep. His face is unreadable, but his scowl is gone. He looks… almost relaxed? After a moment of staring, you rub your eyes and mumble groggily. “Mornin’.” That has to be the first time he was around for you to say that. His eyes roam over your face before responding just as quietly. “Mornin’. How’d ya sleep?” You glance down at your bodies, still pressed closely together. It’s still cold, but not as bad as last night. “Fine… Actually better than usual….”

Daryl lays back down, gazing up at you. “Good.” You glance back out the window. You’re glad Daryl didn't decide to go out there. The storm is still pretty bad. “How long do you think it’ll take for the storm to pass?” Daryl follows your gaze, calculating. “Few hours at least. So…” He pulls you down against him as the wind wafts through the windows. You thought after last night he’d be done with cuddles. “Are you going to cuddle with me every night?” 

“Are you cold every night?” You blink once before answering, not sure where this is heading. “Yea…?” He pulls you close to his chest. “Think ya know the answer.” You sink into his chest, looking up at him, trying to read his face. “But it’s just ta keep warm.” Pfft, yea right. He’s totally lying to himself. “It didn’t seem like that last night. ~” You tease. His jaw tenses as he grumbles. “I ain’t know what the hell ya talkin’ ‘bout.”

You lean your face close to his, a wide smirk on your lips. “Aw, are you in denial? You seemed to really like those kisses last night.” A low, deep growl emits from the back of Daryl’s throat. “I only pretended ta, so I ain’t hurt ya feelin’s.” You’re getting an absolute kick out of teasing Daryl. “Is that the lie you're telling yourself? I’m not cold right now, so why are you still cuddled with me?” No answer. The scowl is back on his face. “Ok, if you blush after I do this, you totally liked those kisses last night.” He glances at you, wondering what the hell you're going to pull before his face is assaulted with a kiss on the forehead. His cheeks are already bright red. “See! You liked it!” His face scrunches as you yell, then a small smile forms on his lips. He pulls you down on the car seat with him. “Don’t tell no one. Got a reputation to uphold.”

You happily snuggle against him. You’ve got him all to yourself for the next four hours as the storm goes by. And maybe every night, by the looks of it. “I won’t… yet.” He squeezes you tight in warning. “Ya do, I’ll fuckin’ kill ya.” Yea, he’d probably do that, no doubts about it. You roll your eyes. “Fine! I won’t say anything.” Now relaxing, he closes his eyes, burying his face in your hair. Snuggling back, you lay on his chest. Maybe you’ll hold off on the teasing for now. It’s not like he’s always this vulnerable, and who knows when he will again? You’re both soaking up this moment. It’s the most comfort either of you have had during the whole apocalypse.

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I struggled with the ending but I think it came out fine

[rememberwhouare]

Daryl Dixon, in his wise man era.

[darylssunshine]

I need ya.

Summary: Daryl helps you fall asleep after trying to fight it.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 0.7k

Era: Alexandria

A/N: I just really want Daryl cuddles and to fall asleep with him. This is purely self-indulgent.

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It was a rare moment of peace in Alexandria. All of the residents were either safe in their houses or fast asleep in their warm beds, a luxury in a world like this. No walkers were breaking through their fortified walls, no enemies were hot on their trail and waiting to strike until morning, nothing coming through the gates to disrupt the silence. The people of Alexandria made themselves known to Rick’s group in a moment of weakness. They accepted them and let them adapt to their way of living, and Rick and the rest of the group would be forever grateful for that, no matter how long it took for them to trust the other group. These four walls separating them from the cruel outside world and provided them with a sense of safety, and Alexandria’s inhabitants had to bask in that whenever they had the chance. 

That’s what was happening now, in the house that held you and Daryl. While the autumn winds pressed on, you two were shielded and warm. A crackling fire lit up the living room while Daryl sat in the corner of the slightly tattered couch, you on his lap. His arm was resting on the subsequent arm of the couch while the other hand was playing with your hair, twirling the strands in his fingertips and occasionally scratching your scalp. Each time he did, it earned a small sigh from you nuzzled against his chest, and then earning a small chuckle from Daryl.

Today had been one of those days where Daryl got more sleep than you did. You had work that had to be done with stocking the food on account of falling behind the day before, and you were beat. The warmth of the fire combined with the warmth radiating from Daryl’s torso was slowly lulling you into a tired state, but Daryl didn’t need to know that. You wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. 

“Ya gettin’ tired, sweetheart?”

Shit.

Immediately after those words registered in your sleep-addled brain, you sat up and looked Daryl in the eyes, your own being forcefully widened so he believed your ruse. “Nope. Nope. Not one bit.”

Daryl removed the hand that was previously on your hair and moved it behind his head, slightly looking down on you. He chuckled again. “Ya sure?”

Your mouth quirked up in a smile. “Yep. Wide awake.”

“Mhm. Sure ya are.”

He placed his hand back on your scalp and started massaging it at a slow but consistent pace, his soft, blue eyes never leaving yours. Your eyes on the other hand started to get very heavy, like someone was physically pulling them down, something you couldn’t control. Daryl let out a deep chuckle. “What was tha’ about not bein’ tired?

“Shut up.” You said in a breathy manner, stubbornly still trying to look him in the eyes.

His large hand guided you to his chest again. “Get some sleep, sunshine. I’ll be here when ya wake up. Promise.” His voice was soft, but sincere. You’d believe anything he said in this state.

You nuzzled back into his chest, his words making you smile. “Your chest vibrates when you talk. It’s like a cat purring.” You rambled, your voice coated with tiredness. You said it unconsciously, your filter being almost nonexistent with you being on the verge of sleep. 

He smirked. “Oh yeah? You like it?”

“Mhm.”

“Want me to keep talkin’?”

“Mhm.”

He sighed before he continued. “Back before we found ya, I was nothin’. I was tryin’ to deal with all the shit that went down, but I didn’t handle it well. I was a mess, killin’ myself in the process. But you helped me deal with all that. You got me to open up to ya. Every time I see ya, I get like, this feelin’ in my stomach. I know, romance movie bullshit. It’s been happenin’ since the day we found ya in that cabin. And now, I feel like I can’t live without ya. I feel like I’m empty without you, fightin’ by my side. And I’m scared ‘cause that’s never happened before, and I don’t wanna mess it up. I need ya- I- I love ya, (Y/N.)” 

Daryl then heard a soft snore come from below his head. 

He blew some air through his nose in an amused manner and kissed you on the top of the head. “I'll always be there for ya, sunshine.”

[storywriter12]

How they cuddle you🥰

Rick⬆️

Daryl⬆️

Negan⬆️

Simon⬆️(just imagine hims coming home from a long day)

Glenn⬆️

Paul rovia "Jesus" ⬆️ he will always be away and you will miss him so everytime he comes back you will drop everything and jump into his arms and he will catch you

Abraham ⬆️he likes to hug you from behind he dies this in the mornings when you are making breakfast he woukd sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around you, you will jump "shh it's only me" he would say in your ear and kiss you on the cheek then your neck.

Dwight⬆️

King ezekiel⬆️

[bambidixon]

I want Daryl to cut my jugular with his knife while he has his other hand on my mouth to stop me from screaming SO BAD.

that knife tracing my skin as he holds me still in place holding my back against his chest whispering what is going to happen to me.

[emeline2020]

Keeping Guard - D.DIXON

DESC: You and Daryl have been together for a few years now, and currently live together in the Commonwealth with Judith and RJ. After a long days work as a soldier, Daryl just can’t seem to fall asleep.

CONTAINS: no smut, fluff, mild kissing -

SEASON 11

“I can feel your eyes on my back, Dixon.” You groan softly, tiredness consuming you. You faced away from him on the bed, lying on your side.

You could hear Daryl scoff, a hint of laughter within the noise he made. You turned your head a bit, glancing at him in the dark. He sat against the headboard of the bed with one knee up, his arm resting on it. It took your eyes a second to adjust, but before long you saw his shirtless chest, scars and tattoos scattered on his skin.

“Go back to sleep.” He whispered, his raspy voice causing your heart to beat a few extra times per minute.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” You asked, turning fully to face him, your side still against the mattress. He sighed, his bare chest rising as he looked away from you.

“Jus’.. wanna make sure you’re sleepin’ okay.” He said, turning to face you again. Usually, you could tell when Daryl was lying about something. About his reasoning for doing something, anything. But this time, you really couldn’t tell.

“I would be sleeping a lot better if you would get some, too.” You said softly, tilting your head at him from your pillow. He didn’t say anything, just stared at you for a few more seconds. He always stared at you that way. Like you were everything special on earth.

“Please?” You whispered again, pulling the blankets up and giving him space to crawl next to you under the covers.

He took a second to consider it. Consider dropping his guard to sleep next to you. He didn’t consider it for long, before shuffling downwards, moving away from the headboard of the bed. You smiled happily as he reached a muscular arm around you, holding onto your left hip and turning you back around. You laughed softly as he flipped you.

“Why do you always insist on being the big spoon?” You asked, a bit of laughter still flowing through your voice.

“Ya wanna be the big spoon? Ya can’t spoon someone twice yer size..” He grunted, wrapping his arms around your abdomen, his calloused finger tips gently traversing your stomach until his hands reached each other around your body.

“Stop boosting your own ego. Ya know you’re not twice my size.” You grunted, getting slightly frustrated with his comments. He made a noise, clearly disapproving of your comment. You squirmed slightly in his grasp, moving to get comfortable. Daryl held you against his body, his chest on your back and his breath on your neck.

“Stop movin’ so much.” He grunted, his hot breath sending tingles down your neck. His voice sounded frustrated, but you could practically feel the smirk on his face as he held you tightly. He had a liking for getting under your skin.

“You’re holding me like your gonna give me the heimlich,” You complained despite the butterflies swirling in your stomach. You reached down to try and pull at his arms in a failed attempt to losen them. He just gripped you tighter, his muscles bulging against your skin.

You let out a sigh in defeat, allowing him to clutch to you the way he was. Your arms dropped at your sides, moving closer to his body for more comfort. You could hear him chuckle gently, his breath hitting the back of your ear.

You went to shoot out something snarky, but as soon as you opened your lips Daryl shifted slightly, moving you up by your waist so your back was now against his upper chest. He placed a long, soft kiss on your neck.

You hummed gently, still feeling annoyed with him but not exactly annoyed enough to stop him from what he was doing.

He let out another amused breath, before continuing to kiss your neck, his lips pecking your skin.

His right hand moved over onto your hip, while his left still rested against your stomache. He moved his thumb gently in circles on your hip, still kissing at the skin on your neck.

“So fuckin’ perfect..” He whispered into your skin as he continued to place pecks all over your neck, deepening them slightly. He knew you didn’t like when he complimented you, because you never knew what to say back. He assured you that you didn’t have to respond at all, he simply just wanted you to know how much he loved you.

But that just sounded like a shitty excuse for the way he would fluster you with his words.

You hummed again, but this time it sounded more like a moan as his lips wet your skin.

“Okay, okay, go to bed, Dixon.” You scolded him a bit, playfulness in your tone.

“Fine, fine… Love you.” He said, kissing the space beneath your ear on the beginning of your jaw bone one last time.

“Love you too.”

[croxxbow13]

~Just in case a snuggly Daryl is what you need today ~

Isabelle pushed the bedroom door open gently, the warmth of the coffee mug still radiating into her hands. The soft light from the window spilled across the room, illuminating Daryl just as she’d left him. He’d burrowed further under the covers, his face half-hidden by the blankets, his breathing slow and deep. He’d already dozed back off.

She paused for a moment, smiling softly at the sight before stepping closer, her movements quiet. Leaning over him, she reached out and ran her fingers gently through his hair. The strands were soft and unruly under her touch, and she let her fingertips linger there, brushing against his scalp.

“Daryl,” she murmured softly, her voice coaxing but warm.

He stirred slightly, his brow furrowing as he shifted beneath the blankets. Isabelle’s fingers continued their slow, rhythmic movement through his hair, and after a moment, his eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. He blinked at her, his gaze hazy and unfocused for a beat before recognition set in.

“Mornin’,” he mumbled, his voice gravelly and thick from sleep.

“Good morning,” Isabelle replied, her smile widening. “I brought you coffee.”

He made a sound that was somewhere between a grunt and a sigh, and before she could react, his arm snaked out from beneath the covers, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly. In one swift motion, he pulled her down onto the bed beside him.

“Daryl! Coffee!” she yelped, half-laughing as she tried to keep her balance. The coffee mug, miraculously, didn’t spill as she managed to hold it steady.

Her exasperation mingled with amusement as she wiggled against his grip. His only response was to bury his face into the crook of her neck, his arm wrapping tightly around her to keep her in place. She could feel the rumble of his low, satisfied hum against her skin.

Somehow, the mug survived the ordeal as Isabelle managed to wiggle her arm free enough to raise it over his shoulder, keeping it out of harm’s way. His hold on her loosened slightly but not by much, and he pressed a sleepy kiss to her shoulder in what felt like both an apology and a refusal to let her go.

She sighed, half-annoyed and half-enamored. “You’re impossible.” she muttered.

His response was another low grunt, but there was a faint smirk on his lips as he shifted just enough to look up at her. He reached for the mug she was holding precariously, his fingers brushing against hers as he took it.

“Fine,” he said, his voice rough but teasing as he leaned back slightly, cradling the mug in his hand. “Coffee.”

Isabelle rolled her eyes, a smile still tugging at her lips as she settled back against the pillows, watching him take his first sip.

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Want more Daryl and Isabelle? Check out my story that’s in progress! I consider it FanFIXtion. Cannon-variant. How DD:TBOC season 2 should have played out.

[writeshite]

FLUSTERED DARYL PLEASE

“....’m not cute,” Darryl mumbles. 

You tucked his hair behind his ear, pulling him closer on your lap, “Yes you are,” you muse; he mock pouts, face growing redder as you pepper his face with kisses. He hides his face from your view, grumbling to himself, something about sappy bastards and stupid boyfriends, but his blushing ears betray him. “What’s that, sweetheart?” He shakes his head, legs wrapping tighter around your waist as you laugh.

[jazzypeeps]

Just imagine

You come home from a long shift at work, the usual and drag yourself up the stairs to your shared bedroom with Daryl.

As you swing the door open Daryl perks up at the sight of you, quickly jumping out of bed to greet you.

You fling your bag on the floor before Daryl gently grasps the back of your neck and keeps you in a close embrace, putting his head on top of yours.

You close your eyes for the moment and smile to yourself until he breaks the hug and gives you a peck on the cheek, before letting you get changed into your nightwear.

He puts your favourite show on the TV because he knows how much you enjoy it after a long shift.

As you slip into bed, he holds the covers up for you and then fluffs up your pillows, making the bed more comfy (just as you like it).

You press your face into his chest and he places his hand on your inner thigh, working as a handwarmer for him.

You eventually begin to drift off, and as he realises this he gives you a gentle (yet comforting) kiss on the forehead and brings you closer to him.

[dixons-sunshine]

A/n: Based on this post by @louifaith. An actual fic for this is in the works, but here’s this in the meantime!

Imagine calling Daryl Dixon your husband for the first time.

It was the apocalypse, meaning that having an official wedding was damn near impossible. The best one could get to a real wedding was wearing your least ruined clothes and having someone like Gabriel officiate it. However, Daryl didn’t want a big affair, so nothing ever happened—you were simply known as Daryl’s partner, and that was alright by you. Whatever made him comfortable, you were happy with.

However, when Carol started calling Ezekiel her husband, even though they never made it “official” official, due to Carol not wanting to make it a big deal, it started to change your mind about things. You and Daryl had been together for a long time. How would he react to you calling him your husband? Would he freak out? Would he correct you? Would he be mad? You didn’t know, and you thought you’d find out.

It was a random night when you let it slip. It was one of those rare occasions when there wasn’t any runs to go on, there wasn’t anybody to save, and you could just enjoy a quiet night with the man you loved. You had whipped up something quick and may or may not have swiped a bottle of wine from the pantry, and you and Daryl had just been having a playful argument over a glass of the delicious liquid when you called him your husband.

“Ya ain’t gon’ win this one, Sweetheart,” he had told you, smiling over the glass of wine he was taking a sip from. “Jus’ agree with me. It’ll be easier than arguin’.”

You had playfully rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Yeah, yeah. Happy husband, happy life, right?”

Daryl had stopped, looked at you, scoffed and took another sip from his wine in an attempt to hide his smile. “Pretty sure that ain’t how the sayin’ goes.”

He didn’t freak out. He didn’t overreact. He didn’t correct you. You took that as an amazing sign. You smiled at him and shrugged. “No? I’m pretty sure I’m right.”

You continued calling him your husband after that, and Daryl didn’t correct you. That’s how people started referring to Daryl as your husband, and you his wife. And if Daryl found you a ring a couple of weeks after that and nonchalantly slipped it onto your finger one night while cuddling, it definitely wasn’t supposed to be a big thing.

“Thought we might as well make it official,” Daryl replied nonchalantly with a shrug.

And if you found Daryl a ring as well, he wouldn’t be against wearing it. Just don’t make a big deal out of it, or the archer would be a blushing mess.

[kitkatpadywaks]

Arcane fic recs

i'm not over Arcane s2.

Key: 🔥Smut - ❤️ Fluff - 💢 Angst - ❤️‍🩹 Hurt/Comfort

Last Updated: 24th January 2025

Multi Fandom fic recs | Bucky Barnes fic recs | Daryl Dixon fic recs

BED CHEM by @yukioos (viktor x reader) ESPRESSO (BED CHEM PT2)

summary: you and mel walk down the hallways of piltover university when suddenly, you encounter two men trying to break into a professor’s laboratory.

🔥virgin!viktor by @pipthepiper (virgin!viktor x experienced!reader)

thinking about cuddling s1 Viktor ♡ by @juststrawberrytea

It's you in the reflection, not him. by @wheatbreadfuckyeah [Viktor x Reader] Graphite Powder Oh, To Capture You In Pages [Viktor X Reader]

🔥Study Date by @honey-pages (Viktor x Reader) 🔥Weaker (Study Date Part 2) ❤️Tea and Biscuits (Study Date Part 3) ❤️Play Fight (Fluff Fics Part 1) ❤️Kiss Me (Fluff Fics Part 2)

summary: Viktor waits for you in the library for an unexpected study date.

Kindling Sparks by @prettybouquets Golden Hour Confessions

🔥academic rivals by @ihopeinevergetsoberr (viktor x fem!reader) 💢🔥i'm in love with a dying man 🔥do you fancy a quickie?

🔥studying birds and bees by @dadsbongos

summary: viktor, alone and glum, is not comforted by the company of a fellow scientist at a hextech exhibition party. not until you mention taking him home, at least.

🔥Take My Hand by @zerun0 (Viktor x Y/N (Female) ❤️Ivy & Iron

❤️💢🔥The Prophecy by @lokidjarin-7567 (Viktor x You)

summary: When the friend of your youth, Viktor, sees you still living in the Undercity, and working in a strip club at that, he is determined to reconnect, and rekindle a childhood friendship that was rooted in something more.

Late Night Studying by @amaranthine-apollo

Asymmetrical Symphony by @sweetflanfiction (Viktor x gn!reader) pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7

summary: You had been on the rooftop with Jayce and the Herald and somehow you were sent to a place where things can be different with your help

Across the River by @am-i-interrupting

summary: After the explosion and disappearance of Vi, you take your little sister across the river to Piltover. You struggle to keep the two of you afloat but manage to get Jinx to the academy. This is where she procures an internship that changes your lives.

🔥❤️‍🩹Viktor x Reader by @bluecookies02 🔥Sub!Viktor x Reader

squeeze you in by @foolinafable (Viktor x reader)

summary: Viktor barely has the time, but he makes it for you

Take A Break by @unoislazy (Viktor x Reader)

summary: Viktor doesn’t want you to be like him. You’re taking a break and you’re gonna like it.

viktor x assistant!reader by @visbacktatto

❤️[4:24 am] what are we? by @aaksuitac

Can you feel anything? by @meownotgood

🔥A 'Quick' Experiment by @supernovalcholism (VIKTOR x GN!READER)

summary: After a long day working in the lab all day, Viktor and you find an anomaly. Another hour in the lab with the man you loved so dearly? Another hour couldn't hurt! Time for science!

Unspoken Rivalry by @supernovalcholism pt2 pt3

Early Morning Whispers by @harbinger-of-enmity (Viktor x GN Reader Drabble(?), brain dump(?)

🔥Keeping Him Company by @grugruel (Viktor x f!reader)

Personal Pigments - Cadmium Yellow Deep Hue by @thefandomsfervent (Viktor x Reader) Burnt Umber (Part 2) Ultramarine Light (Part 3) King's Blue Light (Part 4) Venetian Red (Part 5) Carmine Red (Part 6) Oro Scuro (Part 7) Burnt Sienna (Part 8) Lavender Tinted Gesso (Part 9) Quinacridone Rose (Part 10 - This is now a JayVik (and eventually Mel) x reader fic.)

summary: Heimerdinger forgets to warn the science bros that an artist is coming in to visualize them and Hextech, a collaborative program between a Piltover art school and the academy for some new hall meant to be unveiled at an upcoming progress day. Large paintings can take years to do, with Hextech’s promising growth they are to be started in a preemptive manner.

💢For You, Always by @narnian-neverlander [Viktor x GN!Reader]

summary: You press your forehead to his lightly and whisper your thanks again, and “What you did was more than enough. You will always be more than enough.” He tightens the arm still looped around your waist and pulls you impossibly closer, the hand on your face slipping to the back of your neck, mirroring you. This is how things have always been between you two and how they should stay: clearly caring and loving, yet a certain line never crossed.

strawberry wine by @fushiguro-megloomy (modern au!viktor x artist!reader) 🔥After the Distance

summary: prompt - “if somebody were to kiss me, i’d want that person to be you”

The Handsome Assistant by @galactic-magick (Viktor x Reader) ❤️A Proper Date (Part 2)

summary: You keep running into the handsome Dean's assistant, whom you find you have a lot in common with. You develop quite the crush, and things get a little messy when your friends find out about him.

🔥💢(feel) whole by @kismetre

summary: ⤷ : in which you make viktor (feel) whole. and hope. and human.

May You Never Forget Me by @inkinflux (Viktor x gn!Reader)

summary: Viktor replays fond memories with his newfound power, though your memory refuses to allow him such peace.

💢❤️🔥Can you do that for me? by @grugruel (ruined!Jayce x f!reader)

summary: Formerly partners, you've started a new business in Zaun after Jayce's disappearance. One day, after hearing whispers of Victor's apparent evolution, Jayce shows up unannounced.

🔥i. wildflowers by @zevrra (jayce x reader x viktor) 🔥ii. wildflowers together 🔥iii. wildflowers forever

summary: you and vik get caught “messing around” in the lab by jayce; who surprisingly wants to join in on the fun.

🔥viktor x reader x jayce by @zevrra

summary: fem!reader and jayce help vik “focus” for a speech!

Lab shenanigans by @the-odd-shu (Jayce/Viktor/Reader) (POLYCULEEEE!) Hey Hextech, is it gay to cuddle your co-workers? (Part 2)

summary: A thread following the chaotic trio that is, laboratory illustrator!Reader, Viktor and Jayce being unsupervised in the lab.

auspicious (pt. 1) by @alg3a (jayce x f!reader x viktor / jayvik x f!reader) 🔥pt. 2

summary: Viktor and Jayce’s new lab assistant is the hottest topic at a council gala. After defending herself all night, an accidental confession leads to tension in the workplace.

❤️pick me up, lily flower by @vieoeil-riae (steb/gn!reader)

summary: your low blood pressure takes you down most literally, but your lovely boyfriend is medically trained and in love with you

steb/mage!reader hcs by @vieoeil-riae

I see you more, more, and more by @vieoeil-riae (steb/gn!reader)

summary: Steb, the romantic

🔥must be dreamin' by @vieoeil-riae (steb/fem!reader)

summary: despite having a strong sense of duty, steb is still as easily distracted by you as he was years ago

🔥take you down with me by @vieoeil-riae (steb/fem!reader)

summary: Both of you think the other might have died in the battle for Piltover, so you get emotional and fuck in a broom closet when you see each other again. Sounds fair, no?

🔥get clean, get dirty by @vieoeil-riae (steb/fem!reader)

summary: in the crescendo of a flirt, you finally push the right buttons to put steb's fantasies of your wet body under his touch in motion

🔥how good it feels by @vieoeil-riae (steb/gn!reader)

summary: the thought of you is enough to make steb break his own unspoken rules

🔥˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎ Il faut être deux... by @neuvilette-tea-party (Steb x F!reader)

summary: You get home, excited to visit the Montains like you are sure Steb does each year for his leave! But when you discover your lover, you realize you're going to climb something different...

Lovesick by @dulcecita-luzita (Steb/Lovesick Reader)

summary: You are utterly, hopelessly, and irrevocably in love with Steb.

Lovesick!Steb by @dulcecita-luzita

summary: Steb is consumed by an overwhelming love!

Softie by @dulcecita-luzita (Steb/Softie Architect Reader)

summary: a cool steady architect turns out to be a hopeless softie.

You get injured. by @choas232 (G/N! Reader x Steb)

summary: What was supposed to be a simple club raid goes horribly, horribly wrong.

❤️(eventual🔥)Le Coeur by @moonstrider9904

summary: The owner of a lovely and coveted coffee shop in Piltover falls in love with the Vastayan enforcer who keeps watch in her shop's surroundings.

💀🔥Ma Meilleure Ennemie by @nyxs2 pt2 pt3 pt4

summary: Silco was at his limit. The last few days had been a whirlwind, made worse by Jinx's eccentricities, which Sevika couldn't control. He was exhausted, his nerves on edge, so, as if it were the most obvious solution, one of his subordinates suggested that he relax… in a brothel. The idea was so offensive that Silco almost killed him right there. But in the end, there he was and unfortunately or fortunately you are the lucky one who will serve him.

🔥Sleeping With The Enemy by @grugruel (Silco x reader)

summary: You're a councillors daughter secretly working with the Eye of Zaun, fulfilling each other's needs.

Political needs, of course. It's purely business. They would never be stupid enough to start an affair . . . Unless?

What's Mine by @ro-written (Femme!Reader x sevika)

[wild-rise]

All of It <3

MDNI 18+

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

Summary: After years of pining and obsessing over you Daryl finally works up the courage to tell you how he feels.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Language, P in V, Fingering, Oral (F! Receiving), Size kink if you squint  

*Knock Knock*

No answer.  

*Knock Knock*

Not a single sound.

You slowly turn the doorknob into Daryl’s room and invite yourself in like it’s your second home. Walking in you hear the shower running in the bathroom, no matter. You walk through his living space observing whatever projects he has scattered across his work bench and…. *thump*. Two paws are suddenly on your back and a snout dug into your side.

“Hey Dog, my sweet boy whatcha doin!” You say excitedly to the furry companion Daryl has grown attached to over the years. You head to the couch and cuddle with Dog waiting on Daryl to finish his shower leaning your head back and enjoying the mundane moment.

Soon the water shuts off and the familiar rummaging of drawers and doors opening and closing fill the room. Daryl emerges sliding down the rest of his shirt

 “Make sure to get behind the ears?” you tease him, and he looks over to you with his half smile “No, the water gets back there anyway so it’s fine, you ready to go?” he says reaching for his vest. “I hope you’re joking right? You know you have to actually scrub back there, right? I mean all that hair on your head things could be living back there Daryl you really chancing that in this day and age?” you continue badgering him till you’re outside getting on his bike.

 “Clearly I scrub behind my ears damn ya think I’m that dirty?” Daryl says shaking his head at you as he throws his leg over the bike.

“I can honestly say I haven’t had the pleasure of finding out how dirty you are Dixon.” You tease him with a smirk on your face, he turns around to spare you a glance and you give him a wink. “Stop it weirdo” his cheeks turn the lightest shade of pink as he looks forward and gets you both on your way.

Every morning it was like this the two of you would go out for a hunt and scout the woods around the community trying to find whatever supplies you could for the people back home. This was the best part of your day being able to spend time out in your element while also spending time with Daryl. Life felt at peace for the first time in a long time.

“Whatta ya thinkin?” Daryl asks as you both track through the woods following the game you shot down. “Just how much I enjoy this, being out here, being able to provide and help out, being with you.” Daryl stops and stares at you like you just told him your biggest secret. “What? It’s true, this is the best part of my day, and I get to spend it with you making it even better.” You try explaining the simplicity of what you said while trying to decipher the puzzled look plastered on Daryl’s face. “Why are you looking at me like that??”  you say trying to figure out what the hell he’s thinking now.

Out of nowhere Daryl’s in your space bringing his hands up to cup your face as he leans down and kisses you. At first your eyes are open in shock but as the moment progresses your lids close and you start kissing back. The kiss is slow and passionate but becomes hot and needy as Daryl slides his tongue across your bottom lip begging for entry. You happily oblige and a small whimper leaves your mouth as your tongues tangle together. You both pull away trying to catch your breath feeling dizzy. Daryl looks down at you “I’m sorry I just I dunno I, you were…. *Sigh*… I like you. You’re the best part of my day.” A smile breaks out across your face at his confession and your heart flutters. “I like you too.” You lean up to give him a chaste kiss before breaking the contact completely as much as you didn’t want to “c’mon we’re gonna lose that pig to some walkers if you don’t keep it in your pants.” You laugh as you walk ahead.

“And then he kissed me!” you hide your face in your palms to try and make the red go away.

“He kissed you AND said he liked you? When’s the wedding?” Carol says chuckling at your bashfulness.

“I’m serious I really like him but he’s my best friend I don’t want to screw it up.”

“You won’t” Carol reassures you and pats your back. “You will regret it though if you don’t even give yourself a chance to explore what this could be and every moment counts so quite worrying, get up and go find Daryl.” Her pats have now turned to light shoves as she pushes you in the direction of his house. “Okay! Okay! I’m going but if this goes wrong just remember you have to deal with me a lot more!” you shout down the street at her “I’ll take my chances!” she yells back smiling at you.

Here you were again

*Knock Kn-

The door swings open and Darryl is standing in front of you in only his jeans while shaking a towel on his head trying to dry his hair. Without even saying a word he moves aside to let you in, and you fall onto the couch letting out a dramatic sigh. “What a day huh?” you stare up at the ceiling trying to avoid staring at Daryl's naked torso, the perfect contour of his muscles that travel all the way to his massive...

“Hey, did ya hear me?” Daryl says snapping his fingers in front of your face. “Huh? What? Yeah, of course you we’re saying something about that thing for the other thing.” You tried to play it off but lying has never been your strong suit and he just lets out a sigh.

Daryl walks over to the couch and lifts your legs to sit down and brings them back up to rest over his lap looking at the ceiling now too. “You gonna be weird now?” your gaze drifts down to look at him and he’s already looking at you. “I’m not being weird I was just thinking.” Your eyes betray you as they fall to Daryl's lips, scanning his chest following his happy trail to the top of his jeans

 “Ya just did it again! Ya know if this thang right here is gonna work, ya can’t just use me for my body.” Daryl jokes as he motions between the two of you. “What are you even going on about right now? I wasn’t even looking at you my god Daryl!” the embarrassment evident in your voice. “You were totally checking me out.” He says as his hands graze up your leg and he begins to tower over you. “So, what if I was?” your voice barley above a whisper as you’re both face to face with one another. “Like I said sweetheart, you can’t just use me for my body. I have feelings ya know.” Your cheeks are now beat red and there’s nowhere to hide from his teasing.

“Stop being an ass. I clearly like you for you dummy.” You bring up your arms to his chest in a sad excuse to try and push him off you, but he just laughs and holds your hands putting them above your head and intertwining your fingers in his. “I know I just like to see you get red as a damn tomato it’s cute.” His eyes were filled with playfulness trying to get any reaction out of you that he could as he chuckled at your embarrassed state. Suddenly you lean up and kiss Daryl, making the laughs quite down and now his face is just as red as yours. “Now who’s a tomato?” you let out your own light chuckle now and lean up to do it again and again and again till Daryl is hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “Who knew a couple kisses would take you down.” you smile. Daryl picks his head up to look at you. “Who’s being the ass now?” he locks his eyes in on you again.

“At least I’m not a tomato”

“I’d rather be a tomato than an ass”

“Yeah, that does seem to be the better option.” You say giggling together now. Daryl’s gaze intensifies as he keeps staring from your eyes to your lips like he’s conflicted on the next move to make. Finally, he dips his head down and lightly kisses you again gently moving his lips across yours. You squeeze his hands as the kiss deepens and out of instinct you roll your hips up to meet with Daryl’s earning a soft moan from his chest.

 “Ya really want this. All of it?” You know what he means. Daryl hasn’t always been the best person with the best past and he often feels he isn’t worthy of much, especially you. You’re perfect for him, everything about you makes his heart ache. From the first day Daryl met you at the quarry, he knew he was a goner, but the feeling of inadequacy kept him from pursuing you as anything other than a friend. “Yeah, I do. I’m all in Dixon. You’re stuck with me now.”

“You’ve been stuck with me from the start doll.” Daryl leans back down to capture your lips with his and the rolling of your hips starts again. He slowly moves down your jawline and neck finding that sweet spot that has you moaning out his name. He untangles your hands, bringing his down to caress the curves of your body until he’s tugging at the hem of your shirt.

 You both lean up as he takes it off throwing it on his floor and continuing to kiss you with every ounce of passion he has while he skillfully removes your bra with one hand. You break the kiss “Ah impressive, thought you’d fumble with that for a minute.”  You giggle again. God, he loves the sound it just encourages him to see how many other sounds he’s able to pull out of you. “Pretty good with my hands doll.” He says leaning you both down and he gives another kiss on the lips before he’s moving down your body following the valley of your breast making sure to pay attention to each of your pebbled nipples. He latches onto one and lightly pinches the other between his fingers.

The sound of you moaning his name becoming a drug for him as he moves down further leaving kisses on your hip bones and tummy above your jeans. Taking them off gently followed by your panties Daryl is face to face with your dripping core. He can’t stop staring at the sight until his eyes flicker up at you trying to close your legs on him. “You’re a tomato again.” He laughs at you “Well you’re starring what do you expect!” you huff out in defeat “Just relax baby ima make you feel good promise.” He says as he spreads your legs holding them open by wrapping his large arms around your thighs.

“Ah fuck Daryl” you moan as he licks right through your sopping slit and circles his tongue around your clit. Damit, he knew now he could never go another day without tasting you for the rest of his life. After that Daryl dove in eating like it was his last meal on earth you were the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. You were so wet, and he was so messy making it the perfect combination for urging the tight feeling in your tummy to snap. “I’m gonna ah, fuc- Daryl, close ugh I’m so close please please don’t stop fuck!”  Your begging and whining go straight to his cock straining on the confines of his jeans. Focusing on sucking in your clit he unwraps one of your legs and brings his hand to your core. Giving you a single finger has you arching your back and begging him for a release. “Daryl fuck please baby please.” You’re barely holding on “Let go ma it’s okay. I got you c’mon give it to me.”  After his words of encouragement and returning to his assault on your clit the band in your belly finally snaps and Daryl is lapping up every last drop you have to give.

 He keeps going and your hands tangle in his hair trying to push his head away from the overstimulation. He finally lets up and crashes his lips into you in a hungry kiss letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Daryl stands up undoing his belt making the anticipation run straight to your core. Removing his jeans and boxers his cock springs free his red angry tip leaking precum slapping against his abs. He’s so fucking big. Honestly you weren’t sure what to expect but now you have a tinge of nervousness attempting to figure out how he'll fit inside you.

 “Don’t worry sweetheart I’ll go slow, okay?” as if he senses your uneasiness, he crawls back on top of you giving you another loving kiss. You start to push his chest, and he lifts his head confused.

 “Lay back.” You whisper against his lips and Daryl sits back against the couch his legs spread out. You get up swinging a leg over straddling his lap with his cock nestled between the two of you.

“Don’t hurt yourself doll whatta doin?” he says as you start aligning his cock with you dripping entrance.

“You’ve been doing all the work let me make you feel good too.”  He looks at you with so much adoration in his eyes. With your hands gripping his shoulders you slowly start taking in his cock inch by inch with tears forming in your eyes as you finally reach the bottom. He stops you from moving by wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush to his chest allowing you to adjust to his size. You both stay holding each other his cock twitching against your walls.

 “As much as it turns me on with you cryin over my cock like that I waited too long for this. Don’t worry about me let me make you feel good baby.”  Daryl brings you back down to the couch and slowly starts rocking his hips into you with your legs wrapped around his waist. “Fuck you feel so fuckin good doll. Never gonna let you go fuck. You’re so fucking perfect, fucking beautiful, god damnit.” Daryl continues to praise you as his pace becomes faster and his strokes start getting deeper. You’re moaning and crying out his name like a mantra you’ve never felt so much pleasure before. The added love and adoration he was pouring into you only fueled the satisfaction.

 He keeps hitting that deep spot in your body just right and it has you teetering on the edge again begging for him to keep going. You cry out as he lifts your legs over his shoulders, hitting deeper than before. “Taking me so damn good doll, doing s-so fuckin good” He stutters as his hips move fast chasing both your highs. He reaches his hand down to rub fast tight circles against your clit pushing you over the edge. “Cum- Im cumm- Daryl fuck!”

“Cum on me baby c’mon, show me it’s all yours mmake a – fuck, mess on me swee-god damnit- theart.” Your release triggers Darryl’s, with his hips stuttering and hot ropes of his cum filling you up to the brim. He rides both of your highs out till his hips stop and he collapses onto of you but holding his weight to keep from crushing you. Both of you are panting like you’ve just finished running a marathon.  Daryl rolls over, dragging you on top of him holding you in his arms like if he lets go, you’d disappear. Both of your faces are hidden in each other’s necks.

“I love you. I always have and I always will. It’s okay if you don’t but I just wanted ta let ya know that I love you so god damn much.” Daryl breaks the silence with his confession and tears spring to your eyes again and you bring your hands up to lift his face seeing him eye to eye.

“I love you too Daryl.” Your voice sounds so soft and sweet to his ears and hearing you say those words sends his heart thumping in his ears. “You’re still the tomato if you’re wondering” you say with a little smirk playing on your lips. “Okay ass.” he says, making you both laugh.

 After cleaning up and settling into bed you drifted off to sleep curled into Daryl's chest as he lightly played with your hair while Dog slept by your feet. Daryl smiled to himself and kissed the top of your head thinking of all the moments to come that would be just like this one.

[dilfish-daydreams]

Stoppp this is so sweet 🥺❤️

Imagine being Daryl’s human size Teddy Bear

Daryl would constantly hug you in bed as if you were a giant Teddy Bear that would protect him through the night or even the day, when in reality he has always been the one to make you feel protected. You just didn’t know how safe he also felt with you, how you were his lucky charm and anchor, he knew you would defend him from everyone and everything.

He always loved to cage you in his arms, bringing your face to his chest or neck, your legs a mess of limbs, sometimes your leg would hugging his or vice versa. His arms around you as if he was hugging a pillow or his plushie. From time to time he’d kiss your head or caress your hair. Hugging you tighter from time to time.

He thought he was getting comfort and protection, what he didn’t know is that he made you feel the same way through and through.

A/N: just had this idea while waking up, maybe I should do more of these small imagines?

[storywriter12]

@garma-mom I hope that you like this and I hope that I did good on this sorry it took so long

Merle Dixon Relationship preferences

(how did you meet) you met him the first ever time you got to woodbury you were in your own scared and hurt only little scratches but the doctor there patched you up merle took you to a little room where you stayed the night. He was kind to you. He told you if there was anything you needed you come right to him you smiled at him and thanked him he nodded leaving you in. Your new room the next morning you had breakfast with the governor and he asked you all sorts of questions. How did you make it this far? Are you with a group?. You were sad given that most if not all of your group died you told him this and he said he was sorry for your loss and you will have a family here. He brought Merle in and he showed you around you loved the library there which you shared the love of books to him you both had little looks here and there. You saw him blush but looked away. You noticed that his hand was gone but you didn't ask he saw you look at it anyway “cut it off”he said lifting it up, sorry you said to him but he brushed it off that day you spent together was really nice he got you both lunch and showed you around he then showed you to your house. You gasped in shock from how pretty it was “I'm… I'm, I'm hoping that you are going to stay “he said stuttering over his words you turned and smiled at him he left you alone to get settled in for the night and that he will see you tomorrow morning.

(what he thought about you)

He liked you. He liked being around you he spent more of his time with you then anybody else you two would just sit and talk he discovered that you were a baker and a very good cook so you would cook him food if he had to go out and then just give it to one of the guards to save it for when he came home. This touched him no one ever really cooked for him and he liked you even more because you did this he always told you that you shouldn't but you always shut him down so eventually he stopped and just let you bake and. Cooked his other friends would call you his housewife which he smiled at but told them to mind their own business. He would even join you for dinner, most nights he would set the table and then after you two would talk and play cards after you fell asleep and he covered your body over with a blanket. Yes he liked you alot.

(how would he ask you out) he would do a picnic for you and take you out somewhere he knew was safe you both lied down and he was dressed very smartly he looked at you watching the warm wind blow your hair he felt nervous he didn't want to overstep the mark with this he took deep breaths and it just came out

(merle) so you wanna go out with me? As in a date?.....

Silence filled the air until he spoke again

(merle) if you don't it's OK

(You) you cut him off. I would love to! You said smiling at him

He had to check if he heard you right but then it sank in that you said yes he got all tingly which happens. All the time he was around you he smiled at you and now he had to think. Where was he going to take you?

(where would he take you:He came around your house around 2:00pm with a big box. You looked at him with a “what's this? “ Look, you helped him with the box to your living room and placed it onto the table you both sat down on the chairs . then moved to the floor. The box was full of memories from life before CDs with sounds like birds singing, waves crashing and tills in the shop ringing money. You couldn't remember what the world sounded like before now the world just sounds like the stuff of nightmares. He also bought some candles with him, smells what you loved, cut grass, smells of fresh bread, gingerbread, cinnamon and mixed berries. You both just lied down on the floor making convocations with each other he knew. How much you missed life before but you were always so thankful for being alive now.

(First kiss) it was a hit day and you were just in a top and shorts you went to visit him. He was on guard. You climbed up and brought him a cold drink. When he saw you he smiled and hugged you. You of course hugged him back. Kissing him in the cheek

(merle) what was that for?

(you) oh you know you looked like you needed something to get you through the day you smiled at him and he. Bite his lip. Looking at your lips

(merle) why don't you kiss me so where else? Here? I said pointing at my lips. I leaned down and kissed her softly as she kissed me back, wrapping her arms around me.

(you) you felt his hand wrap around you. You gave him another kiss and then pulled away. See you later

(what does he call you) baby, sexy, doll, surger, sweetie boo, his girl, angel,little bear (because you call him your big bear) sweetheart, little petal, and darling

(how does he cuddle you)

(how does he hold your hand)

(when he has bad dreams) he knows he has killed a lot of. People and he knows he would never hurt you but that doesn't stop him from dreaming about that

Dream⬇️the governor saw you on the woods and took you back to woodbury threw you into a cell and left you for days when he came back you barely was alive but he wasn't alone he came back with someone a man who stood looking down at you with petty in his eyes “let it be done “ the governor said walking out if the room and leaving merle with you, merle looked at you pulled out his gun and unlocked the cell door walking in you pulled yourself into a little ball as you started to cry hot tears ran down your cheeks he huffed as you heated the gun click and he pulled the trigger and shot you

After he had this dream he shot up his chest going up and down and he felt tears rolling down his cheeks he waited until the next morning to go around to your house seeing that you were alive and well he made you breakfast in bed

This is a request but merle will be in this book now so if anybody has everyone else they want me to put in this book just go ahead and ask me! 😊

[hidtired]

Love Burns

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

Description: Some way somehow you crawled your way back from death. All to get back into the arms of one man. Daryl and the rest of the group were taking your death hard, your death was gruesome. So your disheveled arrival back to them was unfathomable… (Duel POVs)

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Fall felt like winter. In a place made of concrete it was decided something needed to be done before winter truly came. The prison still needed a lot of work but with the new people of Woodbury things were getting done a lot faster. Only thing lacking was supplies. So a team was round up to go to a near hardware warehouse. Glenn, Maggie, Rick, Daryl, You, Carol, Sasha, Tyrese, and a few Ex Woodbury people headed out for as much as they all could carry. It was Hershel who suggested that this was dire because someone could get sick and that was supplies we just couldn’t spare. So… this wasn’t all for nothing. This run was the greater good for the prison. Even if it all went wrong by dusk. Even if it cost your life.

Almost all the cars had been full of things. It was decided to send a few of the new people back to empty their trucks and comeback. The chill was numbing everyone’s hands as they moved things back and forth. A fire was started inside the chain link fence. The U haul parked close to it to blocked the wind. Daryl had taken his bike, the psycho. But you had to admit the leather jacket he now wore looked good on him. You and Daryl, still no label but something was there. If the time spent cuddling him every chance you got inside the cellblock said anything. Always using the excuse you were cold, which wasn’t wrong. You’ve both kissed but that had happened only a few times. The only reason you had both gotten so close was the time spent after the farm fell.

It was decided in your mind after this run you would put all your card on the table. So while you were in the warehouse grabbing future farm tools Daryl walked past you making you turn and speak, “Hey, wanna share what little whiskey I have left when we get back.” Daryl turned a small smirk barely noticeably, he grunted before speaking, “Bring out booze? Must be a special occasion.” You glance away then back to him, gathering courage, “Just thought maybe it was about time we talked.” You smiled and walked past him with your head held high mimicking confidence. Little did you know you made the hair on the back of his neck stand and his heart beat just that much faster.

Finally dusk was fast approaching and everyone was gathered around the fire discussing before getting ready to leave. You sat staring into the fire half listening to the chatter of everyone. You had your arms around yourself trying to stop the wind. You were playing out things in your mind to say to Daryl. Trying to develop a way to get your feelings across. Strange how things escalate to life or death. Your peaceful gaze into the now hot coals was interrupted with sounds of gun shots drowned with screams and sounds of the dead marching. It was damn unlucky to have had two herds merge into each other at the warehouse. It was frantic but quick. You had been left to put of the fires. You had waited by the last smoldering one to beat the cold before all of you departed. When the gun fire and screams started you hadn’t thought to look behind you with all the action in front of you.

You heard a thunk before you felt something fall on top of you pulling you to the ground by your legs. You kicked and thrashed killing the walker that snuck up on you. However you noticed a wave of walkers now pulled down a part of the fence with their eyes dead set on you. A few slipping out of through holes in the fence. You unhooked your side arm from its place on your thigh. Pulling the knife you apparently stuck into the walker that jumped you. You look all around you trying to navigate options. But the situation that had originally got your attention also seemed to escalate with another wave of walkers come from every direction. That’s when your awareness made you freeze all together. A pain to your side close to your back. Lifting the layers of your cloths a mark of teeth bleed.

You had been bite.

Ice filled your veins, fear. Your grip tightened on your weapons. You stare as walkers closed the distance. Your name rung in your ears. Daryl scream for your attention, you slowly turned to him. He was a distance away behind a fence with others who seemed to escape the first wave they’d met. Even if you hadn’t been bite to may blocked your way to run into any means of safety. Daryl waved his hands trying beckon you to run to him. He looked like he was going to jump the already bending fence to get to you. Other faces you recognized to be the family you had found yelling in panic along with Daryl’s. You slowly pulled your shirt turning to them. Blood ran down dripping into your pants from the deathly injury. Others seeming to realize what had happened.

“NOOOOOOO!”

The pained yell Daryl had ripped out from himself being followed by the snapping fence falling to the pressure of the herd. Daryl still stood even with the danger coming to him, Rick clearly holding him back with Glenn running over to help drag him away. You smiled at Daryl some tears running down your face, probably the last Daryl will see it as his face disappeared from your sight. You turned around to the herd closer to you. A few walkers had gotten closer to you than you thought. This was your last stand. You fired gunshot after gunshot while managing to kill some with your knife. You tripped on one of the bodys you had put down. You fell expecting to quickly get back up and continue your count down to death bringing any dead bastard with you. But a flare of unexpected pain at your landing made a blood curdling scream vibrate into the air. You had landed into the fire pit. Hot coals with little flame burning you. Ambers exploding around you with your fall. Your open wound on your side sizzles adding more pain to the specific area. You instinctively jumped up away from the pit. Groaning while you forced yourself to stand vision blurred and legs wobbling.

It’s funny… to know you’re about to die. You could never imagine the things to go through your mind until it happens. Your past didn’t flash before your eyes. More thoughts of the future. How will people take your death? Maybe If this didn’t happen then how would you fit into there future. What if you had that drink with Daryl… That pushed you to now. Right now. You woke up. Groggy cold and numb. The smell of death strong. You weren’t sure if maybe you were a walker maybe it was all a dream.

The haze lifted with a spike of your adrenaline as your eyes focus. A walker close to your face with your knife jammed into its head. A gasp filled your lungs, you weren’t dead? You were lying on your stomach under the U haul nearly freezing. The body of walkers all around you seemed to be your insulation. You take in the scene around you, then you do the only logical thing, cry. A sob ripped from you, tears streaming down your now dirt covered face that was laying in the dirt. You were scared, in pain, and alone. It seemed like the only thing you could really do and have the mind to do. In the small gaps that walkers didn’t cover a slight glow came. You pushed through the body’s crawling between them until fresh air hit you. Dark gray clouds hung above you.

The night had passed while you were under the truck. You caught sight of the littered bodys around the area. It was quiet. Not a soul or other wise empty vessel around. You attempted to stand but fell when you became light headed and unbalanced. Another attempt had lead you slowly to your feet. You were covered in dirt. You could only think you were rolling around in it while keeping walkers away from you under the car. The longer you were awake the more you came back to yourself. A hand slowly moved to your forehead. You were cold but shouldn’t you have a fever by now? At the thought you moved some of the fabric from your bite only stopping when your cloths were singed to your body. Were the bite was now was left with a deep embedded scorch marks. Coals had seemed to burned you up to your shoulder and down to your hip on you left side.

The sight of it made you gag but you couldn’t feel a thing from it. The burns must have destroyed the nerves. If the infection of being bite wasn’t going to kill you the infection sure to come from this wound would. A flare of life filled you. A broken chuckle passed your lips filling the dead silence. You need Hershel badly and soon if you wanted a chance to live. A chance was better than what you had thought. You slowly turn around to the U hale in hopes you could drive it back but the tires were blown and a rainbow like liquid had formed a puddle. You probably shot at walkers while under there damaging the car. Like damaging the gas tank and somehow not exploding so you’ll take that win. No that meant you just had to walk several miles back to the prison. Suddenly you remembered you weren’t bond to the roads so maybe you were closer then you thought.

So you took off north into the woods, hopeful and better yet alive.

Daryl POV

Of course nothing ever goes smoothly and this damn run was no exception. It was so close, they were all packed and ready to go. A herd coming didn’t seem like a big deal just alerting them there was no time to dilly dally. So after killing a few and saving people who got surprised by it they stood behind a chain fences that wasn’t going to hold for long the more that pushed against it. Daryl’s eyes flickered to everyone behind the fence. Panic now felt when his eyes didn’t meet yours. He turned back around frantically until he say you standing facing what looked to be another herd. His eyes widened and your name was flying out of his mouth before he even knew he was doing it. You just stood there, not even in a defensive posture, just casually. Your head turned to meet his after hearing him.

Tears ran down your face but your face remained to looked shocked. Maybe you froze in panic so he gestured for you to come quickly but you didn’t move. Soon others joined in calling for you. But when you moved and lifted your shirt he felt like he was sinking. Blood dripped down your side and teeth were imprinted in your skin. His eyes flicked back up to yours to see you smiling at him. He was screaming and moving without a thought.

“NOOOOOOOO!”

A hand grabbed his shirt and then the fence in front of them fell. He still tried moving forward even then but other sets of hands now pulled him backwards. He grunted and gasped still looking at you as he was moved away. The smile on your face directed at him. The look in your eyes saying so many words that he didn’t have the time to decipher in the moment. He didn’t know the words coming from his mouth but he was yelling. For whoever holding him to let him help you in curses and cry’s. When he lost sight of you is when he faltered. More people seemed to be dragging him now. A gunshot went off making him jump in his skin along with the others around him. Sound now processing in his ears. Maggie sobbing along with muffled crying from others.

Everyone had assumed that gunshot was you giving yourself mercy. Then more came making him start dragging his heels again. You were fighting, you were bring some of the herd on them back to you. He was going to fight to get to you. But he froze along with the people clawing him backwards. You were screaming. No you were dying and they all were hearing it. It was guttural and sudden like you were surprised. He was yelling in tears now, “NOOO PLEASE-“ his words jumping starting people again to pull him away. Your pained cries fading when he was pulled into a car. Tyrese was the one locking him in place. Rick driving with Michonne in the passenger side leaning over like she was going to be sick.

Daryl was now desperate to grab air in his lungs as has he went limp in Tyrese grasp. His gasps filled with the now humming engine felt like he was spiraling. Sounds muffled and thoughts racing. ‘Just thought maybe it was about time we talked.’ The feeling from the words originally was like butterflies, now it was hornets. You always wiggled your away into his arms. Excuses of ‘it’s cold.’ or ‘But you’re always so warm.’ He knew for some reason you had taken interest in him. You had lit some dumb teenage feeling in him. Thoughts of you always crossing his mind throughout the day. Hopes of you trying to make your way into his space later in the day. The first time you fell asleep on him was when you crawled in his lap during watch and shivered endlessly while he held you. He continued to watch gaze flickering through trees while holding you and he knew deep down he was screwed.

The fear that kept him away and doubting had come true. He watched trees go by through the window in silence. Tyrese still holding him as he was lying across the seats. Like he would jump out the moving vehicle if given the chance. Even though he didn’t act on his feeling he had still loved you. He felt cold inside. The cold that would have drawn you to him. He will never hold you to him again. His hands trembled to his face and covered his eyes. Your screams echoing in his mind, your sad loving smile played into his mind. His palms dug into his eyes and he cried. His tears breaking seemed to trigger those around him. He heard Rick holding his breath as he sniffled. Michonne would occasionally suck in a gasp. Tyrese trembled with sighs and coughs trying to break the growing ball in his throat.

Eventually making it back to the prison Carl swung the gate open happily for two cars and Carol riding on Daryl’s bike. The unsuspecting grief hadn’t reached the prison but when they got out of the cars it was felt in waves. They were still seemed lost in thoughts, or lost in a moment. Carl looked on to his father who held is head down and hands on his hips. Maggie making her way to her father and cried silently when he hugged her with Glenn close by eyebrows furrowed in pain. When looking at Daryl it was clear to who they lost. He was stock still and pale, in shock. Hershel practically herded them into the cell block. Carol tried to come near him while walking there but he just shock his head and pushed past her.

They sat in silence sitting at the tables they had their breakfast just this morning. Daryl leaned on the wall keeping his distance. Rick was standing and looking on to everyone hunched in to themselves. Judith in his arms was probably the only reason Daryl didn’t go into a berserk rage. Though when Rick started retelling what had happened to the other that weren’t there he was gettin close to it. Nails digging into his palms and teeth clenched he still listened.

“Y/n’s gone… We were just about ready to go when a herd spooked us.” Rick sighed now looking to everyone’s face. “We had gotten behind a fence and Y/N was putting fires out…” Beth had clear tears now growing in her eyes as she listened. “We think a separate herd flanked us but we were so busy with the first to notice. She was across from us with a herd closing in from behind and in front of her. She could have possibly made it… if-“ he cleared is throat starting again. “If she didn’t lift her shirt showing us she was already doomed. I don’t know when or how, but she was bite.” Rick paused then chuckled wetly, “She had to go out being a badass, could hear it in my mind ‘Was it cool at least?’ Always theatrics with that one.” The thought bubbles in Daryl’s stomach, ‘she always said if she was ever going out it was in a blaze of glory, nothing “lame”.’ Daryl leaned forward off the wall moving to pass by everyone. Everyone had stilled at his movement but he just walked into the cell block.

He needed a minute, to cope, scream, cry, yell, he didn’t know but he felt like he was dying. He found his way up the stairs and pushing past the stupid Dino sheets you chose for your room. ‘They’re not ugly! We have a lot more in common with are extinct friends now. Though I would have preferred a meteor…’ He stared at everything that had been left where you had it. He stumbled to sit on the edge of your bed looking around. You had so many weird thing… you were so weird. A now deflated happy birthday ballon he remembered you yelling, ‘JACKPOT’ when you found it scavenging. Then his eyes locked onto a bottle of whiskey. It was not even half full but when he saw it tears started falling quietly. He picked it up and held it to his chest.

“Just thought maybe it was about time we talked.” That sentence would haunt him forever.

Your POV

You groaned like the dead as you made your way through the woods. Speaking of the dead they didn’t much notice you. That had made you spiral in the whole am I really a walker?! But then you remember you were covered in dirt and blood and walking like you had a few to many. You were starting to feel warm putting you into a cold sweat. It was hard to not think that maybe the bite was still going to kill you. You had burnt it with the rest of your back to hell. You probably look like you crawled out from hell. The thought made you dazily laugh out loud. Ok so maybe you were delirious. If that manic laugh that bubbled from you wasn’t any indication. You weren’t thinking straight. Only moving in the direction you think is to the prison? God you could go for some pasta right about now, Olive Garden salad and bread sticks… damn. Little mint at the end. You trip out of your thoughts slamming into the forest floor with a groan.

It had snapped you back into a clearer head space. Your vision swam a little but you started to push yourself back up. So turns out your near death thoughts weren’t as epic as you thought they were going to be, just bread sticks and mints. You sighed looking around trying to gain your bearings. You could hear some water to your right meaning you were indeed going the right way. Just 20 more minutes and you were back to the prison. You wonder if you could have had a dinner date with Daryl. I suppose you still could if you didn’t die. The poor man had tried running into a herd for you. You were getting more unbalanced as you walked leaning from tree to tree. Wood splitting and jamming into your hands, only adding to a list of injures. The worst part was you didn’t feel much of anything pain wise. The cold numbed you and your lack of cognitive ability was no better help.

The stream broke off flowing into the direction of the prison. You saw the bridge that held the water pump before the prison. You somehow managed to get back here. The prison was still quieter than normal. You could see closer to the gate a few people were clearing walkers, vision to bleary to know who. A thunk sounded coming into the middle of the inclosed clearing. Rick was cutting wood with Carl moving logs for him to cut. Slowly making your way to the fence you didn’t realize your throat was so scratchy, nothing but a huff of air coming out. That’s right, you had been screaming…. and crying. You lean into the fence hands intertwined with the cool dewy metal.

A walker was pushed against the fence to your right staring to Rick and Carl too. You slowly push down to the floor grabbing a stick. You pushed back up using the fence to walk closer to the walker. Taking a deep breath you kicked the back of the walkers legs making it fall to its knees. The walker grumbled in shock or protest but it was silence with the stick shoved in its eyes. The constant noise of the walker was acknowledged by the Grimes so when it abruptly stopped they looked over to where it was. You were leaning into the side of the fence as you heard feet approaching, “Who are- Holy shit!” You heard them running and the sound got farther from you. The heavy gate door grunted open and the running sound came back toward you. You tried moving along the fence, tripping yet again on the walker, this time only to your knees.

A shadow fell over you causing you to look up seeing Rick kneeling in front of you, hands moving to pull you up. Your adrenaline was dropping now that the task you set for yourself was complete. The fall made your head swim, voices now muffled as blood pulled into your head. You saw Rick talking but didn’t comprehend anything he said. He soon pointed at Carl and your eyes moved over to the boy. Walkers had made their way out of the woods at the commotion. You suddenly were being jostled now. Rick had put an arm to the back of your shoulders and his other arm to the back of your knees and lifted you into him. You were slightly over Rick’s shoulder as he quickly moved. Then you realized what Rick was yelling.

“HERSHEL! HERSHEL! HERSHEL!”

That was right, you wanted Hershel to help you… help you? What for again? Your mind clicked as you watched the door of the gate close behind you. Some faces now appeared as Rick continued to carry while trying not to dig his hands into your injury. You had been injured, right. Some looks you caught while over Rick shoulder was nothing you’ve seen direct at yourself. The group formed shuffling to the gate to get into the court yard. You recognized Maggie gasping and her saying, “Oh my god is she alive?! H-how?” You rumbled out a deep noise. “Cause I’m a badass.” You were becoming slack and your vision was blurring. You were trying to remain awake. Maybe for the face you so desperately wanted to see, and the other part of you was afraid you wouldn’t wake back up. But at last you involuntarily relaxed as you heard him, “Y/N!” His voice was pained and dry, but it sent a smile to your face before you went still as Rick continued moving you.

Daryl POV

He fell asleep in your bed. Selfishly taking in what little smell was left of your space. The whiskey bottle was held to his chest untouched. He kept waking up ever hour. He felt wrong like something was missing. His body knew that you weren’t with him and it made him restless. He would think about your screams feeling like he still heard them. He would play back random moments with you. He just couldn’t seem to move. Stuck laying down holding the bottle you both were going to share, stuck going in and out of consciousness. He was depressed he realized. It was the norm for his sadness to spark rage but he just felt defeated. With Merle he got angry, upset even. But he could still move. His world was still moving then but now he wasn’t sure how it kept spinning with you gone.

Everyone was already moving through the day doing tasks that needed to be completed. He heard the shuffles and whispers of his friends- his family. He would hear someone’s breath hitch while talking about you. He was left alone with Glenn being the one saying, “Leave the man alone.” With other things like, ‘when Lori died-‘ or, ‘if it had been Maggie I’d be the same.’ He would thank the man on another day. So here he is still, morning coming to pass, in your bed staring at the ceiling. He tried to not think about how you might be a walker wondering or even worse your body was still there. He would have to push himself up to that. But the silence around the prison seemed to have broke.

The heavy door that lead in from out doors slammed opened and a panicked Maggie nervously yelled for her father. “D-Daddy somethings wrong Rick’s yelling for you!” Daryl’s hearing perked up feeling the pit in his stomach drop further. Dread seeping into him, ‘Another bad thing was happening.’ He heard the clicking of Hershel’s crutch’s as he moved through the door that Maggie’s had burst through. Daryl squeezed his eyes shut before sucking in a breath in and huffing it out. He got up.

He got to his feet moving down the stairs buzzing with adrenaline. Not sure if he was going to have to protect people or kill someone. As Daryl pushed through the metal door to the court yard an icy wind blew through him. The hair on the back of his neck stood. He turned over to the commotion gathering by the gate to the yard. Scanning the area he didn’t see danger so he made his way over to the group. “Oh my god is she alive?! H-how?” Daryl’s eyebrows furrowed as he got closer over hearing people now.

“Cause I’m a badass.”

Although the voice was deep and scratchy he froze at the familiar voice. He only paused for a moment before he started running the rest of the way there, “Y/N!” His voice was slightly harsh with dis use and the ball of tension in his throat didn’t help much either. You were being held up in a weird way by Rick but you sluggish turned drooping slightly as you did. When your eyes met you smiled but it slowly fell as you went slack. Rick was moving again with the demands of Hershel yelling orders to Carol and Maggie to gather things. Daryl saw your cloths, burnt holes and black and red covered you. Your skin stuck sticking to fabric as deep char marks riddled your back and side. He was speechless as the group passed him but he still followed. Maybe he fell asleep again and was dreaming all this.

“I need disinfectant and a bucket of clean water!”

Rick had set you down on your stomach in an unused cell. Your arm dangled over edge swaying. He stood the watching in shock. People were scrambling around him. He didn’t realize he had gotten the bottle still in his hands before he looked down and walked over practically shoving it into the man’s arms. Daryl was wide eyed as he watched your still form, “Daryl I need you to cut off her clothes. Be careful of her shirt.” A hand clasped to his shoulder finally clicking everything into place. His hand had moved for his knife and he slowly cut down right side on a seam. He slowly plead the shirt from you. It would stick then tug and pull off of you making him cringe. Hershel started talking again as Daryl moved to pull down your jeans.

“You said she was bite?” Daryl let your pants fall to the floor as he looked back up to the side he had seen it. Your entire side was indented and black. Some black circles were higher up to your shoulders as your enter left side seemed to have taken most of the burns. He pointed to were he had last saw the bite. “It was here- shit she fell into the fire pit.” The screams he heard played back into his mind. The pain and surprise that had ripped from you. Hershel now with a cloth and water started cleaning the area removing the grim, “That means she might have stopped the spread of the infection with how deep these burns are.” Hershel paused looking over her body. He then put a hand to your forehead, “She’s warm but not feverish…” Hershel grabbed the bottle of whiskey again turning to Daryl and popping the lid of,

“Get out of here Daryl. Maggie! Carol! I need hands!”

He watched as the two girls push past him and before he was out of sight from you saw Hershel dump some of the alcohol onto the area. He stepped out turning to see worried and confused faces. They stared at him silently with the background noise of Hershel making demands of his helpers. Sasha almost whispered her question to him, "How is she still alive?" Everyone turned to her before looking at him expectantly as the wondered the same. Daryl looked like he was visibly thinking before he sighed, "I don't know. She fell in the fireplace is all I know." Rick looked to the floor nodding thinking back to when he first saw you and struggled to pick you up around what looked to be burns. Daryl spoke again almost hopefully, "Hershel thinks there's a chance she stop the infection from spreading with how deep the burns are."

Hopeful gasps filled the air. Carl was the next to speak almost as a demand, "Then we going to use all are medical supplies we've got if there is a chance." Rick whispered, "Carl..." but Beth jumped in. "W-we have it for reasons like these! I know she is technically bite but we have no clue if she stopped it, its worth splurging to see if this could save others!" Rick looked surprised at the outburst mouth opening about to speak before Glenn jumped in also pleading to him, "Well find more!" Other silently agreeing and nodding. Daryl looked between the group so determined about your life smirking at it even but, he knew what Rick was trying to say. Sure enough the man had chuckled shacking his head, "Why are you all looking at me for, I'm not the leader anymore. This is a matter for the council. But I think that decision has already been made." It had only started not to long ago with Rick being the stand in while everyone settled on who the council consisted of. Michonne clapped her hands together, "Right is has been settled then, what ever cost to keep her alive." It was a waiting game now.

Days pass with the prison fueled with a hope. The once depressive air had lifted once Hershel declared you stable and with no fever. It was determined until a day later with still no fever you were not infected. The only problem now way you had yet to wake up. The girls had cleaned you of all the caked on dirt from your skin and hair they best they could with you unconscious and your injury. Daryl with any of his free time was by your side. He even took to sleeping in the bunk above you. He changed your bandage most of the time. You were on the your third IV by the 5th day. Daryl had a chair pulled by your side as he fiddled with his crossbow and bolts, your steady breathing having a calming effect on him. The breathing pattern faltered for a second making him look up to you. He stared for a moment before you seemed to grunt in pain. The hair was rising on the back of his neck. Hazy eyes open and your cuffed hand attempted to move but was halted by it be attached to the metal bed frame in the wall.

Daryl felt his heart race as he watched you slowly and groggily start moving. He reached to stopping your hand from moving with his own. "Hey, stay down." You groaned pain probably hitting you finally making Daryl call for Hershal. The clicking of crutch’s came closer but he looked back down to you at your sudden silence. Your eyes met with his and in that moment you saw straight into his soul making him feel exposed. All his nerves seemed to stand on end with your quiet gaze. A small smile creeping it way on your face. Daryl leaned down moving some hair from your face as you remained on your stomach. When he was crouched closer to you he whispered, “Hey darlin’…” You huffed out air and a tear ran down your cheek. He was smiling down at you feeling the weight of deaths grip finally releasing you back to him.

Hershel broke the moment but he never stopped holding your hand as the older man fussed over you. Your voice was rough to say the least. He winched at your first attempt at using it. “iM aLivE…?” Daryl squeezed your hand and the ball in his throat suck to his chest as he let out a chuckle. You seemed just as surprised of the fact just like them. You hissed before flinching forcibly relaxing your muscles but you still spoke again, “tHe BiTe?” Hershel had moved injecting something in your IV bag, pain killers hopefully. Your eyes barely following the movement as Hershel spoke calmly with a smile, “You’ve been out for a few days. No fever. We are working on the burns because they are festering but blistering. You killed the infection.” Your eyes squeezed shut and you sniffled a little tears poured from your eyes in relief. Daryl couldn’t help for his eyes to blur a little to. A hand fell to his shoulder, Hershel. “Her blood pressure is still low so keep her lying down. Try and fed her something small for now until she is up right.”

With that he hobbled away probably going to spread the good news that you are up. His attention snapped back to you when he heard a faint whisper of his name, “daryl.” You had a dopey grin as you stare up at him making the knotted ball in his stomach loosen. You smile falter and a harsh sounding, “woOaH-“ your eyes blinking like your vision got blurry. He intertwined his fingers behind yours as he keyed open the cuffs. “goDdaMn…. HaRdcorE dRugS hEllo~” Daryl chuckled seeing you sag in relief. Your eyes moved to something behind him a long, “hEeeY…” your lips pouting. He turned around questioningly at what you were staring at. The bottle of now empty whiskey, aah. He turned back to you running his free hand into your hair, “Don’t look at me I didn’t drink it.” You stare at the bottle softly saying, “How wiLl I woe a DiXon nOw?”

Daryl sighs feeling that ever burning in his chest when it comes to you. “Don’t think you need to worry to much about that, think he is beyond woed.” You dawn a familiar smirk he knows means trouble. ‘Mmm’ vibrates from your chest, “Good… been really laying it on thick as of late. Hell crawled back from death for the guy.” Your voice seemed to not rattle in your hushed tone. You seemed to struggle to keep your eyes open and focus you spoke once more before closing your eyes and falling to drugs and exhaustion, “So much for not using the med supply like Hershel said…”

Love burns with either the loss of them or the fact they exist in the first place, but you would say the fireplace hurt a tad bit more than loving your gruff hunter.

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Cuddle For Warmth

Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

Summary: Cold nights and shared sleeping bags.

TW: Fluff, pre-established relationship, cuddling.

The group had been traveling down the same road for days, slipping into the woods at night when they needed to set up camp. Daryl found himself getting antsy as more time passed without a solid form of shelter.

He didn't like being out in the open for long periods of time, especially with Y/N. Daryl worried about her more than himself at times, ensuring that she was always in his line of sight.

Daryl was not clingy by any means, but he couldn't keep himself from worrying.

He knew how dangerous the world had become and he couldn't help but be protective. Y/N was his one good thing in the world and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to her.

Their relationship had formed slowly over time, definitely not something that anyone would have expected. Y/N had always been kind to everyone, but she seemed to pay particular attention to Daryl.

She told him once that he made her feel safe and he believed her.

Daryl had never been good with words, but he showed his love for her in a variety of different ways.

He taught her how to survive on her own in case they were ever separated, paying particular attention to hunting and shooting. Daryl wanted her to be able to protect herself if there was ever a situation where he couldn't.

Daryl always made sure she was warm enough while also ensuring that she had enough food and water. He would even give her some of his portion when rations were limited.

Daryl was also one for physical touch, whether it be his arm draped around her waist at the campfire, his lips pressing quickly to her forehead before stepping away or his hand holding onto her's as they walked.

Daryl found it reassuring to know that she was there.

...

Y/N rolled out her sleeping bag by the fire before slowly crawling inside. She left the zipper open as she turned onto her side.

Daryl moved behind her, sliding into the sleeping bag with his chest pressed against her back.

"Lift your head," He muttered.

She lifted her head, allowing him to lay his arm across the ground for her to rest her head against.

"Thank you," Y/N said softly, Daryl grunted.

His arm wrapped around her waist securely, holding her close to himself as the fire crackled softly beside them.

Y/N rested her hand on his forearm, sliding her palm downwards and intertwining her fingers loosely with his.

"You're cold," He muttered.

"I'll warm up," Y/N replied, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the comforting warmth already seeping into her body.

Daryl laid awake long after she had fallen asleep, listening for noises in the surrounding area.

It was like he couldn't turn his brain off when there was a possibility of danger with Y/N involved. His attention was pulled back to her as she shifted in his arms.

"I can hear you thinking," She mumbled without opening her eyes, "Glenn is on watch, we're okay," Y/N assured.

"I know," Daryl said gruffly, arm tightening around her waist to pull her body closer.

Y/N turned in the limited space the sleeping bag provided, looking up at him with tired eyes. Daryl lifted his hand, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You need to sleep," Y/N said, he nodded.

She pressed herself against his chest, fingers slipping underneath his jacket before she slid her arm around him.

Y/N closed her eyes, letting out a content sigh as her head rested against his chest.

...

Daryl blinked his eyes open, surprised to find that he had actually fallen asleep for a few hours. The fire had dissipated, leaving only a small flame and bright red coals.

Daryl shifted, lifting his arm from around Y/N's waist as he slipped out of the sleeping bag carefully.

Her eyes fluttered open, turning onto her back as she blinked up at him, "Where are you going?" She mumbled.

"Just grabbing a drink. Go back to sleep," He said, lifting the warm material of the sleeping bag further over her shoulder.

Daryl dusted off his knees as he stood up, making his way over to the car and opening one of the backpacks. He pulled out a crumpled water bottle, taking a few sips before tucking it away.

Glenn sat on the hood of the car, a rifle held in his hands as he listened.

"Anythin'?" Daryl asked, Glenn shook his head, "Not a peep. I wake Rick in an hour to switch off," Glenn said.

Daryl nodded, he felt like he wasn't contributing when he had the privilege of sleeping through the night, but Rick had insisted that he take a night to rest.

"You two are really cute together," Glenn stated.

"Thanks," Daryl muttered.

"I think everyone deserves to have a love like that... One that makes life worth living again, you know?" Glenn said.

Glenn couldn't have been more right. Daryl would give his life for that woman in a heartbeat and he couldn't imagine a future without her in it.

Y/N was absolutely everything to him.

Daryl nodded, returning to his sleeping bag and laying down behind Y/N. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his chest.

"Are you okay?" Y/N mumbled, hand finding his under the material of the sleeping bag.

"Yeah, I'm good," Daryl assured.