#beth greene/daryl dixon

[im-immortal]

Small Miracles for BHF23: Silent Night

Beth Greene is not dead. Though it is not for a lack of trying. After eight long years spent in the CRM's grasp, struggling to find reasons to continue surviving, Beth finally finds her reason: Rick and Daryl are alive, and they are closer than she ever could've guessed. Now she must take advantage of her only opportunity to escape and track them down. Along the way, she revisits all of the places that changed her into who she has become. And she is forced to remember who she truly is at heart despite how unrecognizable she finds herself. But she has an unexpected ally along for the journey. Just the same as her, he is somewhat of a living miracle. Except he's no longer living… he's a walker.

[paleshelter29]

Sleep on me, feel the rhythm in my chest, just breathe

I will stay so the lantern in your heart won't fade

The secrets you tell me I'll take to my grave

There's bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway

And if you have nightmares, we'll dance on the bed

I know that you love me, love me

Even when I lose my head

Guillotine, guillotine

Even when I lose my head

Guillotine, guillotine

Even when I lose my head

Kiss my lips, feel the rhythm of your heart and hips

I will pray so the castle that we've built won't cave

The secrets you tell me I'll take to my grave

There's bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway

And if you have nightmares, we'll dance on the bed

I know that you love me, love me

Even when I lose my head

Guillotine, guillotine

Even when I lose my head

Guillotine, guillotine

Even when I lose my head

You fill me up, you fill me up

You set my soul ablaze

You fill me up, you fill me up

Your love is so amazing

You fill me up, you fill me up

You set my soul ablaze

You fill me up even when I lose my head

Guillotine, guillotine

Even when I lose my head

Guillotine, guillotine

Even when I lose my head

Guillotine

Even when I lose my head

Guillotine, guillotine

Even when I lose my head

You fill me up, you fill me up

You set my soul ablaze

You fill me up, you fill me up

Your love is so amazing

You fill me up, you fill me up

You set my soul ablaze

You fill me up even when I lose my head

[sluttyhenley]

I'll be gone someday.

THE WALKING DEAD 4x12 | Still

[bambidixon]

"Omg Daryl Dixon is so close off he never talks" WRONG.

Daryl Dixon might come off as quiet, but he actually loves sharing his little stories when he thinks someone could learn from them or feel better. Like, when he talks about getting lost in the woods for days with no one looking for him, I know it's a way to let us know him but also, he does it to give hope while they’re looking for Sophia. Then when he opens up to Carl about his mom to help him feel understood and give him a chance to talk about his feelings, that was so special sharing such a vulnerable part of himself for the sake of the other it's beautiful. With Beth, he shares some stuff about living with Merle to show her that she doesn’t have to change; she’s already better than he is. And when they're searching for Connie’s sister, he tells Connie about Merle to cheer her up a bit even with the language barrier which makes it more important, because he is really trying.

Daryl has been through a lot of tough stuff, and it feels like he’s trying to make that pain mean something by passing on what he’s learned. It’s like he’s saying, “I went through this for a reason, and now I’ve got some knowledge to share I have to make all this damage good game.” These little moments show how selfless he is and how much he really cares. From the start, these details reveal who he truly is.

HE WAS NEVER A LONE WOLF BY DECISION, HE WAS NEVER MEAN AND MOST DEFINITELY HE WASN'T MERLE DIXON

[whiteprissybitch]

no sorry i can’t hang out im reading fanfiction of a girl who was killed off 10 years ago and a 45 year old emo hunter with daddy issues

[trashg0blin37]

I’m so obsessed with this smelly man, send help

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"Catch any sleep?" you asked Daryl, stepping out into the living area with your fingers curled around a steaming mug of tea.

Daryl was laid out on the couch with an arm draped over his eyes. He sighed and shifted, lifting it to look at you as you sunk into a chair across the room. "Nah. 'M more likely to catch a unicorn than any fuckin' sleep these days..." He sighed heavily and sat up, planting his boots heavily back on the floor. He caught your eyes as you were giving him a perceptive and sympathetic look.

"...wanna talk about it?" you asked him.

He ducked his eyes and shook his head a little. "Not really..."

"Hey. You need to forgive yourself. About Beth. It wasn't your fault."

He let out a wry laugh and tugged at a loose thread on his pants. "Ya say that like it's easy."

"No. No... it's the hardest thing there is. Trust me. I've been there."

Daryl's eyes flicked back up to your face and he gave you a curious look. Whatever this was in your past, and he thought he knew it all, you'd never spoken of it before.

"I mean it though, Daryl. No one blames you. You did everything you could. It's not your fault."

And when you said it, he believed you.

Prompt: "You need to forgive yourself." / "You say that like it's easy." / "No. It's the hardest thing there is."

[twdxtrevor]

I'm just saying that's not the look I'd be giving If daryl did that in front of me . .

[ghost-bison]

Favourite mental breakdown scene. Number 5: Norman Reedus as Daryl Dixon, The Walking Dead - 4x12 (Still)

[doe-rose-q]

Norman Reedus absolutely misses Beth Greene, Emily Kinney, and BETHYL! 😍

This video excerpt from the behind-the-scenes show that aired after the September 29th, 2024 season two premiere of the Daryl Dixon spinoff series of The Walking Dead is absolute proof! ☝️😁

Daryl Dixon absolutely fell in love with Beth Greene. 💞

And Melissa sure doesn’t disagree! 😛

Bethyl was, is, and will always be romantic, my dear Bethylers. Do NOT let the haters and the C@rylers tell you differently. 😉

Norman has always shipped his character of Daryl Dixon with Beth Greene on TWD. And this annoys and even angers the C@ryl shippers to no end! 🤣

Bethyl 4-ever! 💘💘

[im-immortal]

hot girl summer (playing by the rules)

chapter 15: powerful with a little bit of tender

Her head was in the clouds, her heart following right along with it. She was floating somewhere high above the atmosphere, nearing space and damn near able to touch the stars. And this… this is what she’d been searching for when she’d let Gareth press his lips to hers. This is what she’d been desperately yearning for while she’d gone about her day-to-day life. Like drowning in that lake and letting the euphoric sensation of breathlessness overtake her, swallow her up, consume her. She could almost hear the low hum of a boat engine at the surface, reminding her that reality was awaiting her once she came back up for air.

But then Daryl growled against her lips and pulled away. Before she could comprehend what was happening, he gently pushed her back with the hand that had been kneading and massaging at her breast and teasing her nipple. His lips trailed their way down her chin, her neck, her chest. She gasped in a deep breath, trembling at his touch. She arched her back over the steering wheel and pushed her chest out, and he seemed to relish in the access. His mouth was still trailing down and down, kissing its way around both breasts, tongue flicking out across her nipples. She couldn’t swallow back the moans that escaped at the sensation. She slid her hands back to grasp either side of his head, tangling her fingers in his shaggy hair.

As he kept up the work with his hand on one breast, he was wrapping his lips around a nipple and sucking slowly. She couldn’t suppress the shudder than ran through her, a moan escaping her parted lips. Her fingers tightened in his hair, hips grounding down against his twitching cock through both her shorts and his jeans. He growled against her skin, the vibration reverberating through every bone in her body, and sucked a little harder.

She moaned even deeper, almost a guttural sound, tilting her head back as her jaw went slack and her eyelids fluttered, gasping for breath in between relentless moans that escaped on their own fruition. Felt his cock twitching and jumping from beneath his jeans. Felt his tongue tracing around her nipple, his lips sucking at it fervently. Felt his palm kneading at her breast. 

He’d turned her into an animal, moaning like a cat in heat, grounding herself down against him for even the slightest bit of pressure to ease the ache that had bloomed into a primal need. Then she felt the sharp edges of his teeth nipping at the very tender flesh around her nipple. 

Maybe she’d turned him into an animal, too.

A shudder wracked her whole body and she jerked against him.

“Daryl—!”

At the sound, he immediately stopped and pulled his mouth away to look up at her with hooded eyes, pupils wide and blown. She met his gaze, recognizing the uncertainty and slight hint of fear in his face.

“‘M sorry,” he said breathlessly. “Didn’t mean to—”

“Why’d you stop?”

Something sparked in his eyes, and though he didn’t smirk or even grunt, she felt his fingers dig tighter into the flesh of her hip before he resumed his previous ministrations. Leaned in like he was ready to bury his head into the earth that was her bare chest, wrapping his lips around her nipple and cupping her breast with his hand. Then he switched to the other breast, offering that side the same treatment with his mouth on her nipple and his hand kneading at the soft, tender flesh.

She couldn’t swallow back the squeal that escaped when he lightly dug his teeth in, her hips bucking reflexively, her core grounding down into him desperately. He wasn’t sucking as hard on this breast, but he returned to the other one as though he had a job to finish.

“And when Daryl Dixon says he’s gonna do something, he does it. And he doesn’t leave ‘til the job’s done,” she recalled, smirking to herself as that ironic thought popped into her head.

She could already tell—could already feel—that a mark was forming around her nipple. Knew it would end up being a hickey to rival the one on her neck. And oh, God, if that didn’t just feed the fire currently blazing at the very bottom of her stomach. She wanted him to mark every inch of her. To declare her as his and his alone. She wanted to be left with the evidence that Daryl Dixon had been here, had conquered her. And had been conquered in return.

[sluttyhenley]

What changed your mind?

THE WALKING DEAD

[bambidixon]

No one would ever truly understand the vulnerability he showed to Beth, how, for perhaps the first time in his life, he allowed himself to be nurtured, comforted, and held while he was hurting. Her kindness gave him a safe space, letting him feel comfortable enough to be himself and lower his guard. It’s so beautiful to see him being protective, caring, and even a little silly without worrying about others watching. No one will ever understand how this was Daryl discovering that vulnerability is a strength in itself, and that kindness is something worth holding on to, rather than just clinging to bitterness. It's so beautiful to see how she showed him the way of the path he decided to follow.

“What changed your mind?”

[msbethgreene]

[gala-art]

Just a quick bethyl thing, for survival purposes

[trashg0blin37]

IY LUV THEYM UGH

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