#biker!daryl dixon

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moodboard by @chennqingg | divider by @fictive-sl0th

Biker!Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader | No Outbreak AU

Warnings for this Chapter: none, really... Merle being Merle - again, 'sibling fight' - again, swear words...

Word Count: 1,4k

a/n: Small chapter, but I promise they will get bigger at some point! Real big actually... Sometimes...

《 M a s t e r l i s t 》

《 Chapter Eight 》 《 Chapter Ten 》

Chapter Nine...

... in which Daryl struggles hard with the new discovered feelings, and therefore acts heart over head.

Maybe I′m too Busy being yours to fall for somebody new

'Do I Wanna Know?' by Hozier (originally by Arctic Monkeys)

I-I mean nothing to you? T-This meant nothing to you?

Your words echoed through his head; louder than the other voices. It broke Daryl, but healed him simultaneously.

It meant everything to him. He just didn't know it - until now.

Drowning out all the bad thoughts and locking them away, he knew what he had to do... He had to indeed grow some balls - but not to get over you, but to admit that he was in love.

Reopening his eyes, he got them to focus quickly. He jerked back in his chair and firmly grabbed Leah's wrists to peel them out of his jeans and boxers; away from his skin. "S-Stop, Leah. Y-You gotta stop."

The woman opposite him was more than just confused; furrowing her brow. "Daryl, what-" He shuffled and quickly moved to stand up; cutting her off mid sentence. "I-I can't. I have ta go." Without any further words or explanations, the biker let go of her and scrambled to get out of the room; leaving a completely stunned and confused woman behind.

Daryl felt like he couldn't breathe. The smell of alcohol, smoke and perfume suddenly suffocating him. He needed to get out of here. Hastily zipping up the zipper of his jeans and buckling his belt again, he stumbled out of the door and through the way too crowded room. His destination was clear. He didn't care what the people around him were thinking. All the biker wanted was to leave.

Once he made it out of the building, he more or less ran across the street to his bike.

His mind was spinning. The biker felt like he was drunk - without a single drop of alcohol. Mounting the vehicle, he let his head collapse against his crossed arms over the handlebar; taking in deep, wheezing breaths to somehow calm himself down.

With his body working on autopilot, Daryl put on his helmet and sunglasses and started the engine to drive back home. Home was a trailer in a trailer park at the outskirts of Gainesville. Once he closed the door behind himself, he let his helmet, sunglasses and key just drop to the floor, before he immediately went to collapse on his bed; just staring at the ceiling.

The hours ticked by and at some point he slept in; his eyes just too tired to cooperate, but his mind didn't let him have a restful and certainly not peaceful sleep. He was out for a while, then woke up again. Daryl would try to get back to sleep and shut his eyes, but as soon as he did, he could only see you. You were everywhere. In his head, his soul, his heart... It was as if you were running through every vein in his body all of a sudden.

He even dreamt of you, when he was in his short periods of sleep. He saw your face, your smile... Your body underneath his; brows furrowed and lips agape with pleasure. But he didn't dream only about the past, no... He dreamt about a future with you as well. His brain conjured sceneries he would've never ever considered happening in his whole life. A happy relationship... Marriage... Children... Daryl felt like he was trapped in a fever dream. Perhaps he was.

And round and round he went. The whole night.

Around two in the morning, the biker had enough. He stood up, paced the small space he called home and finally settled for a smoke; hoping this was going to help. So, he lit a cigarette and stood in the doorway of his front door; leaning against the doorframe. The quite chilly late September night air bit the skin of his bare upper body and legs, but Daryl couldn't care less. He had discarded his angel-winged vest, the black shirt and the jeans in an almost pathetic attempt to get more comfortable and sleep better during one of his waking moments. In vain, of course.

The smoke filled his lungs, but it didn't mend the pain and longing in his chest. "Fuck," the biker cursed; running a hand over his face.

He had to get to you. As fast as possible.

"Did ya follow my advice, lil' brother? Got yerself finally some pussy?" "Nah," Daryl answered short and crisp and just continued to work on his bike, which was is dire need of an oil change. Merle scoffed and crossed both arms over his chest. "Why? Told ya I'll drag yer sorry ass-" "S not your shit, Merle," Daryl exclaimed; tired of his brother 'bossing' him around. "I ain't needin' a babysitter, 'n I definitely ain't need ya ta tell me when I should 'get some pussy' 'n when not."

The older Dixon frowned; clearly taken aback by his little brother's words. "What happened to ya in Montana, huh? Yer a damn pain in the ass since ya returned from tha' lil' trip. Got yer brain washed or somethin'? Lost yer balls on the way back? Or nah, wait... Ya lost yer whole dick, Darlina?" Merle joked; laughing. "Shuddup, Merle," Daryl scowled immediately and glared at his brother. "Told ya! 'S none of yer damn shit!"

Merle's words got under Daryl's skin - and both of the brothers knew it. The more spurred on Daryl became, the more fun had Merle.

"Ohh, so ya did, huh..." Merle smirked and licked his lips. "Lemme guess... 'S 'bout a girl, baby brother, righ'? Left yer dick with her, eh?" The biker scoffed and grunted; slowly having enough of his brother's almost childish behaviour. He wiped his hands on the red rug stuffed in the back pocket of his overall and turned to face Merle; being done with the oil change. "I dun care wha' ya think, Merle. 'M tired of this bullshit 'ere." Daryl stated. He saw his opportunity to get away from here for a while, without needing Merle to tell why. He didn't have to justify himself to his brother.

And besides would Merle only think that he's insane. Doing all that for a girl... He most likely wouldn't understand.

"M leavin' fer a few days or 'm gon' go insane. I need a break. Bike season is over anyway. Ya'll get this done without me." The younger Dixon mounted his bike and started the engine, while Merle just stared at him; rendered speechless. "You can't jus' leave, Daryl." The man scoffed; revving the engine and turned up the pedestal, before he reached for his helmet. "Yeah... Yeah, I can. I need some space, man. I'll see ya." With those words, he drove out of the workshop to leave a confused and stunned Merle behind.

Back at his trailer, he grabbed his backpack and threw the first things which came across him and seemed important for his intention inside the bag, before grabbing his gear once again and driving off; speeding down highway twenty. He didn't care that it was almost evening. He didn't care that he probably acted with precipitation and gave a flying fuck that he was completely unaware where exactly you even lived. All Daryl cared about was getting to you and hopefully fixing the damage he had caused.

But unbeknownst to the biker, was he driving even further away from you instead of closer...

Daryl reached Miles City sooner than his GPS had predicted. Perhaps because he was driving like a maniac and had barely taken a break. It was almost a wonder that he didn't crash with how carelessly he was driving.

He had pondered a lot about where he should even start to search for you, but in the end decided his first destination to be that damn bar where everything started. He had lost and found you there the last time as well.

With an almost empty tank and utterly exhausted from definitely not having slept enough the past two nights, he parked his bike, exchanged the helmet he wore with his signature black baseball cap and walked inside the bar; taking off his sunglasses and pinning them to his shirt.

The music was loud. Too loud for his liking. His eyes immediately started to scan their surroundings on a desperate attempt to find you - but they didn't. No you. The biker sighed and decided to stay for a while. Perhaps you'd still come here, right? So, he sat on one of the bar stools and ordered himself some Bourbon. Daryl knew that alcohol wouldn't be the solution. After all he wasn't like his old man - or well... Didn't want to be like him. But right now in that situation? It was just what he needed.

Daryl lost quite a bit the track of time; didn't know how long he was actually sitting there and waiting. Not that he cared. He'd wait forever for you.

In the end, though, it was the other way round. Daryl got found...

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[dixonsdarkelf]

Hiii! 🧡 This isn't an ask from the thingy you just reblogged - apologies - but it is... something. :)

I am working on a LITRM scene (future, for you) atm, and then I saw your post and was like... Why not share a lil' something? 🤗

That's the vibe:

That's a smol sneak peek:

As you saw him you smiled brightly; eyes shining. "Hey, there." Daryl's expression softened; eyes sloshing over with love. "Hey." He immediately reached out to take your hand and intertwining your fingers, before he leaned down to indulge you in a soft, lingering kiss. "Ya okay, darlin'?" Daryl asked then; thumb gently caressing your wrist.

Shamelessly tagging @dixons-sunshine , because I know she'd be interested in this, too. 🧡

OH MY GOD??? HELLO???

Thank you for sharing babe 🖤 You know how much I love getting sneak peeks. I love everything about this. And yes, I agree that Krys would also love this.

If y’all haven’t indulged in this series yet, please do. It’s one of my favorite things on this app 🖤

[chandlersfuneral]

more gifs of norman reedus as judas in lady gaga’s judas music video

i didn’t use the lipstick scene bc tbh i don’t like it:(

enjoy :3

@eighth-heroine

[gneebee]

Norman as Funny Sonny in The Bikeriders

Source bigbaldhead photo one

[fanficreaderlove]

ᴅᴀʀʏʟ ᴅɪxᴏɴ x ʙɪᴋᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ

[lurafita]

Mundane AU with Daryl Dixon as Magnus kinda Dad. XD

I have a gigantic weakness for the "non-blood-related father figure who is gruff and rough". Just the type of character you don't pick right away for being a good candidate for fatherhood, but they are really the best thing to happen to the kid(s). To give you an idea what kind of person I'm talking about, it's your Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead), and your Shouta Aizawa (My Hero Academia), and Frank Castle (The Punisher), and your Billy Butcher (The Boys). And for some reason, I have lately been fantazising about a human modern day AU with Daryl Dixon being a father figure for Magnus. With college ages shadowhunter gang, where Magnus takes his boyfriend (and their friends and family, aka Izzy, Jace, Clary, Simon) to where he grew up to introduce Alec to the man who practically raised him.

And everyone then being beyond stupefied when it's this biker dude who throws someone through a window when they arrive (because that someone made a disparaging comment about Magnus).

(Also Alec recognizing Daryl as the winner of various bow competitions and having a bit of a fanboy moment)

[walking-dead-edits]

Riding the Chopper

[slumberingcorpse]

Y/N: “Hey Daryl what are those hand signs you throw out while riding your bike?”

Daryl: “Oh it’s just something I do out of habit. Before the world went to shit I used to ride with a lot of bikers and we would communicate through signs.”

Y/N: “That sounds cool! Show me some?”

Daryl: *shrugs* “I guess. The easiest would be to signal for a cop nearby. All you do is pat your head a few times.”

Y/N: *nods before noticing Rick walking passed* Daryl *Starts to do the cop signal*

Daryl: *Dies of laughter*

[ioannemos]

??????? WHAT is my greasy biker boy doing in FRANCE

[intoxicated-chan]

❝𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐒❞ ↳ 𝐃. 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

Inspired by “Judas” by Lady Gaga // Best viewed in Dark Mode

You were part of the tight-knit group that consisted of you, Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes, and Shane Walsh. The married couple made a bet if you and Shane would end up together, they both knew Shane liked you, and you would say you were interested but not really.

Yet you felt like something was missing, you found the idea of being with Shane depressing. If it wasn’t for Andrea and Amy dragging you to a bar, you never would’ve met the man that flipped your life around. The man in the black leather jacket with the name JUDAS printed on the back.

Daryl ‘Judas’ Dixon…

Paring ➳ Biker!Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader, MODERN AU/NO OUTBREAK, age-gap (Reader’s in late twenties, Daryl early forties), terribly written smut, violence, swearing, toxic relationships, mentions of marriage, mentions of having children…

CHAPTERS ↓ Tumblr Only

All of the titles are lyrics to Lady Gaga songs!

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ║ ❝𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 ║ ❝𝐘𝐨𝐮❜𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 ║ ❝𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐮𝐭❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 ║ ❝𝐖𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 ║ ❝𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐝, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔 ║ ❝𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞❜𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕 ║ ❝𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 ║ ❝𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐡❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗 ║ ❝𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧❜𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎 ║❝𝐈❜𝐦 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐰❞ (Coming soon!!)

© Intoxicated-Chan 2024, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission. None of the photos used belong to me! Credits to @cafekitsune and @benkeibear for the dividers. I use it all the time.

[holdmytesseract]

moodboard by @chennqingg | divider by @fictive-sl0th

Biker!Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader | No Outbreak AU

Warnings for this Chapter: 18+! MDNI! thirst, smut - not entirely graphic, but oh boy, it's there!

Word Count: 1.6k

a/n: So, uh... I'm pretty nervous about this chapter, since smut isn't really something I write on a daily basis, so... I hope this turned out okay! 👉🏻👈🏻

《 M a s t e r l i s t 》

《 Chapter One 》《 Chapter Three 》

Chapter Two...

... in which you spent a passionate night with the handsome biker.

A little bit older A black leather jacket A bad reputation Insatiable habits He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe

'My Oh My' by Camila Cabello feat. DaBaby

Feeling a wave of nervousness but also anticipation and excitement wash over you, your feet immediately guided you over to the biker. Daryl gestured behind himself. "Hop on." You didn't let yourself tell that twice, and swung your leg over; sitting behind Daryl.

He revved the engine and looked over his shoulder back at you. "Ya should hold on real tight." You did; placing your hands on his shoulders. He smirked - something you weren't able to see and started to drive down the street; away from the bar. You felt your body crashing into Daryl's due to the speed. It caused you to redirect your hands and wrap your arms around his torso instead; switching positions - and you would've lied when you said you didn't enjoy holding on to him like this for the short ride inside Miles City. He was so broad and bulky, yet strong. Downright attractive.

Ten minutes later, Daryl pulled off the road and onto the parking lot of a motel. He stopped his bike and turned off the engine. You hopped off the vehicle again; Daryl doing the same. Then he took off his helmet again, fished inside his jeans pocket for the keys to his room and took your hand in his free hand. It was the first direct skin-on-skin contact - and it caused our head to spin. A shiver ran down your spine. The biker started to walk backwards and gently dragged you with him; that charming smile once again on his lips. You followed him. There were no words or further signals needed.

You felt your heart beating fast for the man in front of you, who had just put the key in the lock to open up the door to his room - to an invitation to spent the night with him. Again, you couldn't help but accept. Usually, you weren't like that, but something about Daryl was just so special and intriguing. He was different.

The wooden door had merely fallen into its hinges, when Daryl's lips crashed onto yours; your back hitting the wall behind you with a soft thud.

Daryl's kiss was overwhelming but intoxicating. The taste of Whiskey and smoke; paired with the woodsy, musky and floral scent of his cologne drove you wild. Desire and need fogging up your brain and making it hard for you to think straight. He was like a drug; injected in your bloodstream. All you wanted was the man in front of you - and you could tell that the feeling was mutual.

His lips were still attached to yours as the biker's hands started to wander; feeling the dips of your lower back and the curves of your hips. They traced the hem of your blue jeans, before calloused but skilled fingers popped the single button open and zipped down the zipper. You kicked off your cowboy boots to help Daryl along and within seconds you were halfway undressed.

To feel his hands on your burning hot skin sent another shiver down your spine. No doubt you were aching with need for him.

The man buried his face in your neck; kissing, biting and licking the sensitive skin. A gasp left your lips; hands sliding from his broad shoulders into his hair and you tugged; getting rid of his black baseball cap on the way. You felt him groan in your shoulder. His hips suddenly jerked forwards to pin you against the thin motel wall. That was the moment you felt all of him - and you were a hairsbreadth away from losing your mind. You were so drunk of him, you couldn't hold out much longer. "Daryl, p-please..." You panted desperately; hands no longer in his hair, but at the hem of his jeans. Your thumbs slid through the belt loops; tugging. He lifted his head to give you the sexiest, yet dirtiest smile a man had ever given you. It almost caused your knees to buckle and give in. Daryl knew what you wanted - and that only he was able to give it to you. Actually, he had planned to play with you a little longer, but the night wasn't over yet and he was losing the roaring battle against his most primal instincts as well. Therefore, he didn't hesitate; made quick work to unzip the zipper of his own jeans and finally gave the raging arousal trapped inside some room. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist the temptation to grant himself at least a little bit relief with the help of his hand, while he shrugged his angel-winged vest off his shoulders and messily undid a few buttons of his shirt, before he rummaged around in the back pocket of his jeans. Daryl quickly found what he was looking for, and fished it out. Bringing the little foil package to his mouth, he ripped it open with his teeth and took out the condom.

Meanwhile, your gaze had dropped, of course; watching his hands work with parted lips and your delicate palms splayed on his thick thighs. Gods, you wanted him so bad.

The sudden touch of Daryl's pleasantly warm hands on your bare hips ripped you out of your lustful thoughts. You raised your head again, just in time to see him dipping his head to meet your lips in an almost obscene kiss.

"Be a good girl 'n jump," the biker whispered hoarsely against your mouth; hot breath dancing over your skin. You did what he asked you to without hesitation; trusting your hookup blindly. He caught you easily mid-air; big palms cupping your bottom. You wrapped your legs around his middle and arms around his neck. Making sure your legs are secured around him, Daryl bend his knees and let gravity do the rest.

Your lips parted; a frown forming on your forehead. It was a lot - and it's been a while. He was a lot. You gasped; the muscles in your stomach tightening.

Daryl had thrown his head back in sheer endless pleasure, but when he focused again, he noticed the look on your face. "T-Too much?" He spluttered; having a hard time to hold himself back. You nodded wordlessly; breath still knocked out of your lungs. However, you stopped Daryl immediately as he wanted to retreat. "D-Don't... I-I want this."

Another smug smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The sex was primal, rough and messy. It wasn't love making. Far from it. It was just two people giving into their attraction and needs.

What had started close to a wall beside the door, moved on to the cheap, shabby cupboard in the small entrance area and to the single, rickety chair beside the wardrobe, before it was now (finally) where it actually belonged... In the motel room's small, old bed, with you on your back and Daryl on his knees. The wood and springs squeaked underneath the biker's movements; headboard knocking against the wall. By now, you were pretty sure that all the neighbours around you knew what was going on behind these walls - but neither you, nor Daryl couldn't care less. You were so far gone already; completely lost in a haze of pleasure and the handsome man above you, who made you see stars.

Honestly, he was a sight to behold. The view had been never better... Chestnut brown curls all messy; pecks covered in a layer of sweat, causing the tattoos on his chest to glisten and the fine, dark hairs growing there and underneath his belly button to stick to his skin. It was probably the sexiest view you ever had.

While the biker did the heavy work, your hands were twisting the meanwhile fully opened black shirt Daryl wore; moans and gasps slipping past your lips now and then. The cliff you were about to jump down approaching quickly - quicker than you thought. All it took was a soft nip on the delicate skin at the junction of your shoulder and neck, and you were done for it. "F-Fuckin' s-shit," Daryl grunted huskily mere seconds later as he joined you, and jumped off the cliff as well.

The man panted hard as he was collapsing on top of you; biceps bulging as they worked hard to support his weight and not crush your smaller form. You giggled deliriously. One hand still splayed on his stomach as you bathed in the afterglow.

Quite a few minutes later - it was way past midnight, you were still laying in 'Daryl's' bed; him stretched out beside you, now fully naked and with his hands crossed behind his head. Neither of you had moved far.

You turned on your side to face him. "Is your one-night-stand allowed to stay the night, or should I go, call a taxi?" Daryl turned his head to face you as well; chewing on his bottom lip. "'S yer decision. If ya wanna stay, stay. If ya wanna leave, 's fine by me," he answered with a shrug.

You thought about it for a moment. It was late, you were tipsy and alone.

The decision was quickly made.

"Alright." You stood up and quickly got undressed completely as well - unintentionally giving Daryl more to look at, before you dived back into the bed; this time underneath the sheets.

The biker followed and tucked the sheets over his most private part. You slid a little bit closer to him; placing a hand on his soft stomach. "Thank you for this. Best sex I had in a while." Your words caused Daryl to chuckle. He reached out his arm for you to misappropriate as your pillow; hand resting on your bare back. "Same, cowgirl."

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[darylmydix]

RIDE OR DIE | daryl dixon [coming soon]

❝your folks were right to send you away. i ain’t good for ya. wasn’t then, and sure as shit ain’t now.❞

summary: you were always warned to keep away from troublemakers like daryl dixon, but when an intense romance forms, you find yourself pregnant. with no other way to keep you two apart, your disapproving parents send you away to live with your aunt in virginia. now as years have passed, and your father is on his deathbed, you’re forced to return to your hometown in georgia; it’s a bittersweet homecoming as you’re reunited with old friends, old enemies, and your old lover, who is now apart of a dangerous biker gang lead by his older brother.

pairings: biker gang!daryl dixon x f!reader.

warnings: smut, violence, blood and gore, lovers to exes, exes to lovers, baby daddy!daryl dixon, mentions of abuse, mentions of drug use, use of deadly weapons, fluff, angst, strong language, twd au, 18+, minors dni.

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[bambieyedoll]

⊹ ⋆ ꒰ఎﾟMOODBOARD ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

biker!daryl dixon x reader

“c’mon, hun” daryl caressed your arm as he walked passed you and towards his bike. your eyes followed him as you turned around only to see him turn on the engine. “let’s get outta here” he said waiting for you and with an excited little smile, you walked to him. his protective gaze never leaving you as the soft touch of your hand laid on his shoulder and you sat down behind him ready for the wild ride.

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Norman Reedus as Funny Sonny

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Daryl Dixon, born to be a sweet mamas boy but forced into severe mommy issues. I will literally bury myself in this grave

Like okay sure the bad biker boy with a dominant streak is hot or whatever but realistically under all those layers of steel and dirt there’s nothing but a damaged boy.

I think about Daryl dating a woman of a motherly nature and how it would utterly fuck with his head. She’s more on the traditional side and usually expresses her love through cooking as well as baking.

At first, he doesn’t like any of it at all. The way you always want to cook for him when he literally didn’t ask you really bothers him, to the point he found himself not eating whatever you made out of sheer stubbornness, not knowing each plate was your indirect way of affection.

He doesn’t like the way you persistently try and get him to talk to you, because why do you even care? Sometimes the two of you will argue and Daryl will just storm away after a string of insults. He feels so gulity afterwards, especially when he knows that he really does need someone to talk to.

The hugs are the worst. The way you suddenly hug him makes his skin burn and he fucking hates it. Not physically, but he pushes you away. It’s what he wants of course, to not be around you and your forced niceness.

It’s what he wants of course, to be alone by himself. No background noises or smells. He can’t hear the way you passionately move around the kitchen or smell the mouthwatering smell of whatever you’re making. That’s what he wants.

When he comes back from a long run, so obviously shaken up and disturbed, there’s nobody to try and pry as to what happened even though he knows he needs to get it off his chest. That’s what he wants of course. He doesn’t need comfort, no. He never did. Never ever.

So why did he need it now?

Daryl thinks about you and how you did so much for him without him even lifting a finger, how you willingly put in the effort and he just threw it all back into your face without a second thought. He thinks about how hurt you he must’ve left you all the times he flat out refused even your prettiest dishes.

He thinks about the concern that etches your face when you practically beg him to talk to you, beg him to tell you what’s wrong so you can maybe help him. Daryl feels his chest tighten when he thinks of how he downright pushed you out his life, and feels a lump forming in his throat when he realizes that he needs you.

He was alone with only himself and his thoughts, ones that frightened him to his very core. He thinks about your hugs and how he yearns to feel the burn of his skin against yours.

Daryl wants to go to you, but he’s scared. He’s scared that you’ve already moved on and found someone better, someone worthy of a woman like you. He scared that you won’t want him anymore yet here he stands, nervously on your porch.

He’s not ready, no event in his life could have prepared him for this. He knocks with a shaky fist and can hear the sounds of his quick breathing.

The door opens just as widely as it always has, you standing there in your apron covered in flour. He thinks about turning around, you’re obviously busy with things much more important with him. As he opens his mouth to speak, you cup his face gently with soft floury hands as if insecpting it.

“Somethings bothering you”

Daryl nods, and he feels like he could melt into your hands.

You usher him inside, closing the front door and shuffling to the couch, dismissing his silent questions about his shoes. He joins you on the couch with a little space between you, he’s not sure how angry you are with him.

Daryl wants to apologize, he wants to beg for you to let him try again and let him do it right this time, but he just can’t find the words, twiddling nervously with his fingers in his lap. You watch him for a moment, reading his limited body movement before reaching up and brushing away a tear Daryl didn’t even know fell.

“Tell me what’s hurting you” You whispered, voice warm and comforting as your fingers danced across his cheek.

He found himself choking on the words, stuttering them out as he slightly flinched away from the contact although he desperately wanted it. “M-m’sorry. Fer being a dick to ya” Daryl mumbled, leaning back towards your hand. “I jus- I got scared”

You raised a brow. “You? Scared? Scared of me?”

He nodded. “I don’ understand wha’ ya want from me”

“I don’t want anything from you, Daryl… I just wanna take care of you and be there for you”

“Why? Why someone like me?” Daryl scoffed. “M’nobody”

“You’re somebody to me” You whispered.

“Wha’ did I do to deserve ya? Ya don’ even know me” He turned to you, the tip of his nose a light red and his eyes glassy.

You took his face between your hands once again, placing a soft kiss to his forehead. “But I do. I see it, Daryl. I can see all the hurt you’ve been through, everything you’ve pushed away, down, all of it. All you’ve ever known is pain and my sweet boy, I’m gonna take it all away for you” You smiled, pressing your forehead against his.

Daryl’s heart pounded so hard that he feared it would exploded, more full of love than its ever had the chance to be. You held him as if he was made of the most fragile glass, brushing your nose against his as he sniffled.

“I love you” Daryl suddenly blurted, because he had denied himself of the truth for so long. He wanted to be with you, wanted you to take care of him.

You gave him another smile, this time placing a gentle kiss to his chapped lips. “And I love you too. Say, I was in the middle of making a cobbler, but I just don’t have anyone to lick the spoon…”

Daryl raised a brow. “Is it peach?”

“Only cobbler I know how ta make” You tugged him off the couch, and he followed you into your beloved kitchen, stepping foot into it for the first time. He thinks about all the times he watched you twirl around, cooking something with love only for him to completely disregard it. The thought made him visibly upset. “Something wrong?”

“Jus’ wish I appreciated yer cookin’ more s’all” He mumbled, regret written on his face, even more when a twinge of hurt painted yours. It was clear as day his past actions really did hurt you.

There was an awkward moment of silence, before you handed Daryl a peach. “As long as you appreciate it now” He could almost cry from how many chances you willingly give you, chances he just didn’t deserve.

“Yeah. M’gon appreciate you too, how I should’ve from tha’ very start” Daryl whispered, biting into one of the sweetest peaches he’s ever had.

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oof I made myself cry and this isn’t even that good 😕😕

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[renren-006]

"I know" | Daryl Dixon x Fem reader

word count: 739

a/n: A short little Daryl story! I know you all love my Daryl fics, and I can see how much support they are getting, so I would love to write your ideas if you have any!!

“I want to go with you” you told him, the gravel crunched underneath your feet as you toyed with the ground. He looked up at you from where he was fixing his bike.

“Nah” he said, tuning back to the parts he was trying to fix.

“Daryl”you said,

“No. ait putting ya in danger” he said standing up now and staring at you. 

“D…” you tried.

“Y/N, I'm not arguing with you on this,” Daryl said sternly. You looked at him, not breaking eye contact before you turned back towards the prison. “Y/N,” he called after you. You ignored him.

The rest of the day, you didn’t speak or look his way, keeping to Carol's side. You loved the man, and he still treated you like a child. You were not some young girl anymore; you were twenty now, older, and you knew what you wanted. You also knew you could take care of yourself, especially when running. That next day, Daryl was the one to ignore you, mainly because Carol fussed at him for shutting you down and for being an idiot.

“You can’t be that stupid, Daryl,” she told him as they sat outside smoking cigarettes. Daryl shook his head, his elbows on his knees as he bent over.

“I want to protect her,” he told Carol, “but she’s a kid, and she’s…hardheaded.” 

“Like someone else I know,” Carol said, Daryl shook his head. “you should just tell her why you shut her out”

“I will”

“You don’t tell her tomorrow, I'm not giving you dinner,” she said, putting out her cig and walking back inside before Daryl could protest.

Daryl did everything but tell you the reasons behind his actions. That day, you stomped around the prison, finding task after task to fill your mind and time. You wanted to talk to him, but the look on his face when he looked at you scared you. 

The more you worked, the more Daryl wanted to pull you away to talk. It was almost sunset when Daryl finally stormed over to you outside. You were holding gear to repair the fence after one of the kids got scratched on it when he had come over to you. He snatched the wire cutters and pliers from your hands and threw them on the ground. You were in shock, standing there with a gaping mouth and open hands. Next, he undid your belt in such a swift motion you felt you were going to lose your mind. The gear belt fell to the ground when he finally clutched those open hands and dragged you far into the field.

“what the fuck?” you asked when he let go. He walked forward keeping his back to you. “Daryl what the absolute fuck?”

“i don’t want ya getting hurt” he said,

“what? Is this about the other day”

“yea” he said, finally turning towards you. “I don't want ya on supply runs” 

“I'm not some kid anymore Daryl, I can make my own decisions. I can…I can decide for myself,” you yelled back at him. You were angry, and rightfully so, he wasn't just telling you to stop working but to stop seeking to go on supply runs.

“I know,” he said, stepping forward. “I know, i just ain't used to…”

“Used to what?” you asked, wanting to know how his mind was working. 

“You're being so forward with me,”  he said. “I ain’t used to it and it drives me crazy”

“I'm sorry…I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable “ you said thinking the man wanted you to stop trying to be with him or get him to realize that the mechanic biker drove your feelings crazy.

“Nah. It makes me want to do things to you, even though I know I can’t,” he said. You froze. He wanted things with you? He tried to do things to you? Your heartbeat was going wild. 

“What can’t you do?” you asked. Heat was laced in your voice, and he knew it. He could tell you wanted him to do things to you. 

“Everything, " he told you. You closed the space between you, pulling Daryl's lips down towards you. He melted into the kiss, forgetting about the world beyond.

“You can do everything with me,” you said once you broke apart, “you just haven’t let yourself believe that”

“I know,” he said again before kissing your lips and tasting you again.