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daddydixonscrossbow · 3 days ago
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*you walk back into Alexandria after a run*
Enid - *walking up to you* “What the hell, y/n?”
Y/n - “What the hell what, Enid?”
Enid - “Carl told me what you did. You could have gotten him killed.”
Y/n - *laughing slightly* “But.. I didn’t? So wha-“
*Enid shoves you backwards*
Y/n - “Big mistake.”
*you go towards her but Spencer grabs you by the arm, pulling you back towards him*
Daryl - *walking up to you* “The hell’s goin’ on over here?” *pulling you away from Spencer*
Spencer - “I saw Enid push y/n and then y/n was going to go after her.”
Daryl - *stepping closer to Spencer* “Y’touch her again, I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”
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Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋
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dixonzzgirl · 10 months ago
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imagine… 
finding daryl a really cool zippo lighter and seeing him mindlessly flick it open and close throughout the day.
sitting with your feet in his lap while you both relax on the porch swing (alexandria era).
pinky linking instead of full on hand holding. 
finally getting to the playful butt swat stage of your relationship + him winding up his t-shirt and chasing you around the house. 
him praising you whenever you kill an animal: “nice shot, girl.” “look at you.“ “atta girl.” 
reading a book with your legs crossed on his work bench as he tinkers with his bike.
getting a cold and when daryl dips down to kiss your lips, you turn your head away from him. “daryl, don’t! i don’t wanna get you sick!” and then he grabs your chin and presses a firm kiss on your lips anyway.
daryl finds a cowboy hat and drops it on your head. you let out a giggle. “what’s that saying? save a horse, ride a cowboy?” you smirk. his cheeks darken and he turns away from you. “think ya’ got tha’ backwards..” he drawls. “no? pretty sure i’m right…”
eating a lollipop and daryl walks right up and pulls it out of your mouth and puts it in his (or vise versa).
having a journal that you can both communicate in. we all know daryl isn’t the best at communicating his feelings verbally and maybe you aren’t either, so you just write back and forth to each other.
i love the journal idea because you would use it for everything. daryl has to be up early to help rick with something? he’ll scribble a quick “helping rick. come find me.” and as soon as you wake up and feel the void in bed beside you, you go right to the journal.
him getting hard as fuck when you give shane attitude (farm era).
you get into an accident on a run and ending up losing a lot of blood and you wake up later in the infirmary. “ya’ lost a lotta blood,” he says. “then i bet you did too…” you smiled groggily knowing that he gave you some of his (he’s a universal donor).
rubbing aloe vera on his sunburnt skin and he just lets out these sexy ass heavy breaths.
him watching you get visibly frustrated when someone else is helping you with something, but not doing it the way you want it done, so daryl steps in and tells them to get lost.
daryl giving you cold medicine while you’re sick and he makes you take it in front of him and open your mouth to show him that you swallowed it.
a/n: these are my favorite scenarios to imagine when I'm in class :) if you wanna use any of these ideas for a fic, tag me! i'd love to see them!
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darylbae · 6 months ago
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𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡🩰
i think daryl would definitely not realize it at first, in fact i think the group would notice it before him. rick would see the way daryl's gaze would linger onto you when he'd talk about a risky supply run. rick would of course tell michonne, who would poke a little fun at him. "you like her!" "shut up, i do not!" and it wasn't until he'd laid down for the night, that he had realized it. he'd think about your eyes, and how bright they were when you'd be talking to anybody. he'd think about the nervous tells you had, like bouncing your leg, chewing on your lip and looking around the room. he'd think about how, sometimes annoyingly, bubbly you were no matter what. it would typically bother him how happy you were mid-apocalypse, but he lets it slide more often than not. he would not pick up on this stuff if he didn't have a crush. he'd be hyper-aware of how he acts around you, after admitting to himself he had a crush on you. he'd glance at you, then quickly glance away, but always end up looking back over at you. he'd study your lips and how they moved, wanting nothing more than to feel them on his. most of all, he'd keep it to himself. because the last thing he needs is everyone finding this out. and making your friendship with him tense. carol could see through daryl almost too easily, so she's the only one who can get away with poking the bear. besides you. "you like her, huh?" carol would ask, and daryl would just roll his eyes. "so what?" "do something about it!" daryl had no understanding of 'doing something about it', despite his moody, careless attitude, he cared deeply about your friendship and wanted nothing to ruin that. rick was playing matchmaker and suggested the two of you to go out on a run, much to daryl's dismay. now he'd have to deal with his constant reminder of his crush on you, as well as you. there you were, sat sweetly on the hood of a car waiting for him, a smile plastered onto your face as you spotted him. "ready to go?" you asked, your voice smooth as honey and it had sent shivers up his neck. "get in." he'd mumble. "yes, sir." let's not talk about your use of the word sir, and what it does to him. he couldn't explain it, the authority of the word sir, just hit him in his sweet spot. he'd constantly look out for you on runs, even when going along with others, he'd volunteer to split up but stick with you. it wasn't like you were a nuisance, not all the time anyway, he just loved being there for you. he'd walk behind you, trying to be a gentleman and stop himself from gazing across your body as you walked. you were the total personification of sex. "can i bring this back?" you'd ask, picking up something stupidly unnecessary, this time it was a small, pink, glittery cowboy hat attached to a pink headband. "will it help us?" he'd respond, not even looking your way, but still having to keep you entertained. "no." you'd respond, glum face as you look down at it back on the shelf. "then i think we found our answer." daryl was always a bummer, but you had gotten used to it. you knew how deeply he cared for his people, so what was a little grumpiness. but you'd always return back, and find whatever stupid thing you'd found on a run, sitting on your bed by the end of the day.
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thewalkingdilf · 4 months ago
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can we all just agree that daryl would definitely love to smoke a cigarette while you ride his thigh.
his sex drive hasn’t always been able to compare to yours, and him being a decent bit older than you definitely doesn’t help, but he could never deny a little angel like you the pleasure that you craved so badly.
so there you were, propping yourself up in his lap excitedly, getting yourself settled in the perfect position on his denim-clad thigh, with help from daryl’s strong arms keeping you steady while you adjusted yourself, of course.
the cigarette not only helped him relax in his own way, just as you were relaxing by making a mess of his strong thigh- it also served as a way for him to stall, to test your patience, a sort of timer if you will.
you’d rut yourself against him, whining and blubbering about how bad you needed him, meanwhile he’d continue to sit back in his chair, gripping your waist with one hand while the other would be raised toward his mouth, taking a long, deep draw from the cigarette, gently blowing the smoke toward you.
occasionally, if he was in an extra good mood that day, he’d flip his cigarette around in his fingers, resting it between your lips for you to take a couple puffs as well. he was typically against you smoking; he didn’t want someone like you falling into such a bad habit like him, but he couldn’t deny how much he loved to see you like that in the moment; fucking yourself against him so desperately while you blow the smoke in his face, the small nicotine buzz making you feel a bit lightheaded and dizzy, adding to your overwhelming pleasure.
“don’t worry baby, i’ll make you feel good, just lemme finish my smoke, yeah? you can be patient and do that for me, can’t ya’?”
“daryl, please.”
“not yet baby, yer being so good f’ me, i know you can wait a lil’ longer.”
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dixonsbrat · 3 months ago
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𖥔 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𖥔
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"promise m’somethin'?" daryl's voice is groggy as the morning sun begins to trickle in through the window. one hand wrapped firmly around your waist as the other runs idle shapes across your face.
you hum in acknowledgment, leaning into his chest, not really wanting to break the silence you had built between you both.
“promise that if anythin’ ever gets real bad, you’ll run.” he doesn’t say it as a question. no. he makes it a statement. he wants you to know how serious he is about it.
you peel your face from his chest to look up at him, his light eyes finding yours immediately in the ill-litted room. there’s a steeliness to them that you’d never seen before, but something far beyond just the depths of his seriousness. there was fear.
“daryl-“ you begin to speak, managing to get nothing out but his name before he shakes his head.
“need ya to promise.” he says it more stern now.
there’s a beat of silence, his eyes scanning your face, trying to gather any information on the answer you’re going to give him. his hope lingers in the air as your fingers run across his skin, like kisses from a ghost, as you reach to touch his cheek.
he instinctively leans into the touch. a fault of his. always craving your touch, no matter the circumstances.
then you shake your head and his heart plummets in his chest. his brain working to come up with a reason but your words overpower his own before he has a chance.
“there’s nothing in this world that will ever make me run anywhere that isn’t straight to you. and you can argue with me all you want, tell me that it’s for my own safety, but i don’t care.”
he’s silent for a second before he speaks, but his voice is small, a whisper in the wind, “please.”
you take in a deep breath, your chest pressed flush to his side as you tangle your fingers with his, “daryl, you can’t ask me to do that.”
“s’why i ain’t askin,” he grumbles, his voice gruff compared to your calm tone. “i need ya safe. i need ya alive.”
you can’t help but stifle a small huff of laughter at his stubbornness, your hand pulling his towards your mouth as you press a soft kiss against his knuckle. you can feel his breathing relax a little at the gesture and you look back up at him in the bed.
“when are you going to get it through your thick skull that this world isn’t worth surviving unless i’m surviving it with you.”
his breathing falters, eyes widened with a mixture of disbelief and desire. he still count fathom the fact that anyone could ever care for him, love him, the way you do, but hearing you say that you wouldn’t want to be in this world if it wasn’t with him… it makes his heart swell and ache at the same time.
“y’can’t think like that,” he shakes his head but it’s you who cuts him off this time, pressing your finger to his mouth.
“i can, and i will,” you nod. “if i lose you… i lose everything. i’m not going to let that willingly happen.”
he doesn’t know how to respond, his words getting caught in his throat. he knew you were stubborn, much like him, but he also knew how devoted you were to those you loved, and it confused him every day how lucky he was that he got to be one of those people.
he just nods, knowing there was no point in arguing, “a’ight. a’ight.” his voice is a shaky, but it doesn’t let up just how affected he was by your words, and he pulls your head back to his chest, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.
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coryndoll · 23 days ago
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chrysanthemums
drew starkey x reader zombie apocalypse au
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— “you’re the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out.”
content: zombie apocalypse, death, violence, guns, lowkey actor!drew x camp counselor!reader in an apocalypse, drew saving reader & reader being stubborn asfuck i fear
authors note: me after rewatching twd asf LMAO im on s6. if u wanna be added to the tag list for this upcoming series, feel free to lmk thru replies, anons, dms, or reblogs !!
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drew steps into the house, its rotting frame creaking under his weight. the walls sag like old men, peeling wallpaper revealing layers of neglect beneath, as if countless lives have been lived and lost within these confines.
he shuts the door behind him, careful not to lock it; the last thing he needs is to be trapped in here if things go south.
his heart pounds in his chest as he takes another step forward, his eyes scanning the dark corners of the room, wide and alert. he grips his baseball bat tightly, knuckles turning white against the wood.
the floorboards groan underfoot, each creak sounding like a warning, and he winces at the noise. if there’s a stiff inside this house, it’ll hear him for sure. every instinct screams at him to turn back, but he forces himself to move deeper inside, driven by a desperate hope that maybe—just maybe—he’ll find something useful.
he drops the bat to one hand, using the other to push open the door to the nearest room. the stench hits him like a wall, forcing him to pull his mask up over his nose, just below his eyes, and he glances around.
he rummages through the debris, sifting through old clothes and broken furniture. there’s nothing here but memories, and he wipes his hands on his pants in frustration.
he turns to leave, swinging the door back open, but he’s met with the cold steel of a gun pressed to the side of his cheek.
“don’t . . move,” a voice commands, low and steady. he freezes, heart racing, eyes darting to the figure standing before him. and you’re the one there, gun raised. it isn’t anything fancy, just a glock 19 you scavenged from a body at an overrun gas station weeks ago.
your finger rests near the trigger, tense and ready.
you size him up, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. drew can feel the heat radiating off your body, but once you see that he’s just some random guy, you lower the gun, stepping back slightly. “jesus christ,” you mutter.
he watches you, the gun hangs loosely at your side now, but he can see the edge of caution still lingering in your posture. your eyes are wary, scanning him for signs of threat, and he takes a slow step back, raising his hands slightly in a gesture of peace.
he can see the shadows under your eyes, the blood on your skin and clothes.
“i thought you were one of ‘em,” you say as you regain your composure. you reach down and grab the bag of cans you’d found just moments ago. the metal clinks softly as you pull it off the floor.
you don’t want to linger any longer. the silence stretches, and you know you need to keep moving, find your next shelter, your next meal. you turn sharply on your heel, ready to head out the door, but the moment you step toward the kitchen, you hear him behind you.
“hey— no, wait!” drew’s voice cuts through the silence, and he steps forward, but you quickly glance back over your shoulder, every instinct telling you to keep your distance. “one’f who?”
he quickly pulled his mask down from his face, revealing his expression—breathless and earnest, like he’s just realized how much he needs you in this hellish world.
“nobody,” you reply, your voice sharper than intended. your eyes narrow at him. he places his bat on the ground beneath him, then raises his bare hands slightly as if to show you he means no harm, that he’s unarmed, but you can’t shake the feeling that this could all turn sideways in an instant.
“look,” he says, his voice casual yet urgent, “we should— we should stick together. it’s safer that way, right?”
you don’t falter, “not happening.” you start moving again, but he quickly intercepts you, stepping toward your path.
“c’mon,” he presses, “you can’t be out here alone. it's a death sentence. we have a better chance if we watch each other’s backs. there are worse things out there than me.” his eyes scan the room, then dart back to you, a flicker of desperation beneath the charm.
you squint at him, trying to gauge if he’s being genuine or if it’s some trick to win your trust. “and how do i know you’re not one of those worse things?” you retort, standing back on one of your legs. your mind races with the memories of the past year—trust has gotten you burned more times than you can count.
“because . . . i’m not a monster,” he replies, dropping the friendly act. “i’m just tryin’ to survive. there’s safety in numbers.” he pauses, seemingly aware of your silence. “i’m drew, by the way,” he adds, but you don’t respond with your name, keeping that information to yourself as a protective measure.
you look him over, “i don’t need a partner,” you insist, the words feeling more like a defense than a conviction.
“maybe not,” he concedes, his voice softening, and he follows you into the small kitchen, “but you don’t have to do this alone. just . . . think about it. we could cover more ground, find better supplies.”
you shake your head. “i’ve done fine on my own,” you argue. drew’s gaze is steady, not giving up on you, and it annoys you more than it should. you take a step back, glancing toward the door.
“look, we could—”
“no,” you cut him off sharply, your patience thinning. “you don’t know me, and i don’t need deadweight slowing me down.”
he opens his mouth, likely to say something else, but you turn abruptly, stepping outside into the dim light of the fading day. as you walk toward your car, a small hatchback parked in the driveway, you can feel his presence behind you, like a shadow you can’t shake off.
“where are you going?” he calls, his voice trailing after you.
“my car,” you reply curtly, not bothering to look back. your mind races with the possibility of getting out of here, of leaving him behind. but then a small voice in the back of your head—one that you’ve trained yourself to ignore—reminds you that you can’t keep running forever. maybe it would be easier to team up, to have someone who knows how to navigate this decaying city.
“do you even have gas?” he asks, quickening his pace to catch up with you, his footsteps crunching on the gravel. “we should check—”
“i know my car,” you snap, opening the door and peering inside. a few old cans roll around on the floor, remnants of a past scavenging trip. it’s not much, but it’s yours. “i can handle myself.”
“i believe you,” he says. “but gas is running low everywhere. i could help with that, you know. if you let me.” he leans against the car, his baseball bat resting against his thigh. you can’t help but glance at it, reading his mannerisms.
no.
you slip into your car. your heart races as you grip the steering wheel, torn between the urge to drive away and the nagging feeling that you’re leaving someone behind. glancing in the rearview mirror, you catch a glimpse of drew as he watches you leave.
there’s a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, but you shake it off, convincing yourself that he’ll manage. he’s resourceful, right? he’ll find a way to survive, just like he’s been this whole time anyway.
the engine hums to life, and you pull away, the tires crunching against the gravel. the sun dips lower in the sky, and you remind yourself that you can’t afford to be weak—not now, not in this world.
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as you drive, the evening air grows cooler. it’s getting dark. then, ahead, you spot movement. a dog is darting between a cluster of empties and a man, barking wildly. your instincts kick in, and you slow down, eyes narrowing as you assess the situation.
the man chasing the dog doesn’t look like its owner. there’s a wildness in his eyes, a desperate edge to his movements, and the knife glinting in his hand sends a chill down your spine. this isn’t a rescue mission; it’s a hunt.
you stop the car just in time, your heart pounding in your ears as the empties turn their heads, slow and shambling, drawn to the sound of your engine. you curse under your breath, the instinct to protect the dog outweighing your better judgment. you can’t let them hurt it, and you can’t let the dog end up being that man’s dinner.
grabbing the machete from the passenger seat, you open the door and step out into the fading light. the dog continues to bark, but you move swiftly, cutting through the first two like butter, the blade slicing into their skulls. blood and decay spray against your skin, but you push the discomfort aside.
the dog’s barking intensifies, and you leap into action, striking down another empty. you feel the rush of your heart as you move, each swing of the machete is quick and precise, but the smell of rot fills the air, overpowering and sickening, making it hard to concentrate.
but you can’t stop now. you push forward, cutting through the ranks of the undead, clearing a path toward the man and the dog. you’re almost there when he notices you, eyes narrowing in irritation. he shifts his weight, ready for a fight.
he lunges toward you, and you barely dodge his first strike, the blade missing you by inches. you sidestep, retaliating with a swing of your machete. he blocks you, and you can feel your heart racing as you circle him, trying to find an opening.
he charges again, and you duck as his knife whips past your ear. you retaliate with a slash of the machete, catching him across the arm. he hisses in pain, dropping his knife, but he doesn’t back down, lunging forward with renewed fury.
you back away, but the ground shifts beneath you. you stumble, catching yourself just before you lose your balance, but he’s on you, driving you back toward the treeline. you slam your foot down, pushing against him, but he pushes harder, and you feel yourself going down.
you grapple, fists flying as you wrestle for control of your machete. his grip tightens around your wrist, and for a moment, panic surges within you. you can’t let him win—not now, not like this. with a sudden burst of strength, you twist your body, throwing your weight against him, and finally, finally, you manage to free your machete.
without hesitation, you drive it into his neck, feeling the sickening squelch of flesh giving way. he gasps, surprise flooding his features as you twist the blade, but before you can pull the weapon free, he collapses, taking you with him as you tumble down a hidden slope you hadn’t noticed, “shit!”
the world spins around you as you roll, slamming against the ground hard enough to rattle your bones. pain erupts in your head as you hit a rock. the last thing you see before darkness creeps in is the dog barking at the top of the hill, confused and agitated.
then everything fades away into silence.
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you wake slowly, vision blurring as you try to make sense of the world around you. a dull ache pulses through your skull, and your body feels heavy, weak. blinking, you try to take in your surroundings.
a small fire crackles in front of you, the orange flames licking at the night air. it’s dark, and the sky above is blanketed in stars. confusion prickles at your mind—where are you?
you shift, but your head throbs with a vengeance, and your muscles feel like lead. beneath you, something hard gives slightly under the pressure: a backpack wrapped in a jacket to act like a pillow, just something to lay on. you hadn’t even registered it was there until now. as you move, the material rustles, and a small twitch of pain shoots through your neck.
god, your head hurts.
blinking again, you force your vision to focus. in your peripherals, you spot the dog from before. it’s lying nearby, tail flicking with calm awareness. oh—right. the dog. you were protecting it before everything went sideways, before that asshole with the knife and the tumble down the hill.
the hill.
the guy died.
he’s an empty.
panic grips you, and you spring up, or at least try to like the empty will attack you at any moment—your limbs are weak. your hands automatically search for your machete. first, your boot. nothing. then, the sheath that’s supposed to be strapped to your calf. but it isn’t there either.
panic claws at your chest, making it hard to breathe. your leg is wrapped in a makeshift bandage, clean but light, and you can’t feel a thing from it. what the hell happened?
your breath quickens, a desperate, uneven rhythm as you struggle to find your weapon around you, your fingers scrabbling at dirt and a few wood chips. where is it?
that’s when you hear him. “relax,” the voice says, dry. “you’re not exactly in fighting shape, anyway.”
your eyes snap to drew. he’s sitting a couple feet away, leaning against the base of a tree. there’s a bar clamped between his teeth, and he’s tearing off a piece with a mixture of irritation and exhaustion. he chews, watching you with that same exasperated look he wore back when you left him on the road.
the day hasn’t been kind to him, either; his face is lined with fatigue, and his clothes are more scuffed and dirty than before. the granola bar he’s eating must’ve come from some recent scavenging effort, something you don’t remember finding yourself. at least he hasn’t gone through your supplies—or maybe he has. you wouldn’t know.
you glance around the makeshift camp. your hatchback sits a tree or two away, its dirty, beat-up exterior looking just as you’d left it. a tiny sense of relief washes over you, though you’re still on edge.
the dog from earlier trots up to you, sniffing your leg before nuzzling your head. you watch it, feeling a rare warmth unfurl in your chest. it’s safe. you’d saved it. no more running, at least for now.
drew’s still sitting there, silent as he chews, gaze unfocused and distant, watching the dark woods. he hardly notices you looking at him until he turns slightly, catches your eye, and acts. biting down on the bar to hold it in place, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out another granola bar.
without a word, he tosses it over. it lands in front of you, and you stare at it, your lips pressing into a thin line. drew mutters something under his breath. “not much, but it’s what i could find this morning. for both of us.”
you don’t move. you’re too stubborn to accept his food or the silent offer of care. your hand flexes against the dirt, trying to push yourself to your feet. drew sees you trying to stand and quickly drops his bar, scrambling into a crouch. he moves forward with practiced precision, catching your wrists just as you’re about to collapse again. he holds your arms gently but firmly, pinning you back against the makeshift pillow.
“fuck—!” you yelp, frustration breaking free. rage sparks in your eyes, and you glare up at him, teeth clenched, breath coming in shallow gasps. drew is hunched over you, worry creasing his forehead, his gaze scanning your face and hair for any signs of new injuries or, god forbid, crawling insects.
“what the hell is wrong with you?” you spit out.
“what’s wrong with me?” he echoes, voice even but laced with exhaustion. “what the hell is wrong with you? you nearly killed yourself trying to play hero. maybe let someone help you for once.”
he lingers there, doesn’t pull back, still making sure you’re not about to hurt yourself—or him.
you grow quiet again, the fight draining from your body as drew watches you closely, his shoulders tense, but when it becomes clear you aren’t about to launch another desperate attempt to stand, he releases his grip on your arms and leans back. he picks up the granola bar you rejected, his movements resigned.
you sit up, slower this time, shooting him a glare as your hand moves cautiously to your leg. your fingertips brush the bandage. it’s secure but not overly tight. you feel the slightest prickle of guilt mixed with irritation as you look back at him.
drew meets your gaze, his jaw set. “when you fell,” he begins, voice low as he swallows, looking down at his granola bar, “you scraped your leg. nothin’ that’s gonna kill you, but it was bad enough to need wrapping. infection out here is just a different way to die. we can’t afford that.”
you catch the way he says ‘we,’ and your brow furrows. “we?” you echo, your voice colder than you mean it to be.
he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “yeah, we. as in, both of us. like it or not, we’re out here together now. you got hurt trying to save that dog, and—hell, i know you think you don’t need anyone, but . . .” he pauses, choosing his words carefully. “i couldn’t just leave you there. especially when that stiff was gonna come back to life while you were out.”
your eyes narrow, “i didn’t ask for you to find me. or to save me,” you snap, bitterness lacing your voice. the implication hangs in the air: you’d rather be on your own, even injured and vulnerable, than owe anything to him.
drew’s mouth twists. “yeah, well, maybe you didn’t. but i found you anyway, and that’s where we’re at. it’s not just about what either of us wants anymore; it’s about surviving. and as much as it annoys you, we have a better shot together than apart.”
you grit your teeth and your mind fights the idea, refusing to accept that this stranger—this person who insists on sticking around—might be right.
he studies you for a long moment, the firelight reflecting in his eyes. “you gonna tell me your name?” he asks, breaking the silence, his voice softer than before. for him, it’s been a full day since he first introduced himself, and yet he’s still left in the dark about who you are.
you clench your jaw, your lips pressing into a thin line as you consider staying quiet again.
his gaze is steady. “you think i’m a liability?” he asks you.
“i know you are,” you reply, tilting your head. “and if you keep bothering me, i might just throw you to the empties myself.” it comes out half-jokingly, but it’s a warning that carries weight—an unspoken understanding that you will do what it takes to protect yourself.
“empties—yikes. and that’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” he replies, a lopsided smile breaking through his frustration.
“harsh is surviving another day in here,” you say. “i can handle myself, thank you very much. if you can’t keep up, then you’ll find yourself with the rest of them.” you nod around you, not an actual direction, indicating the danger that lurks just beyond the trees you can see from there.
he shifts his weight, contemplating your words. “i’m not asking you to babysit me. i can keep up,” he insists. “i just think we could help each other. you might be able to throw me to the stiffs, but what happens when there’s more than just one? or when you run out of supplies?”
“i’ll take my chances,” you respond. “i’ve gotten this far on my own. it’s worked for me.”
he sighs, clearly exasperated but not willing to give up. “you’re stubborn,” he states, but he can’t help but admit that he admires it about you. “but that won’t get you everywhere. sometimes you need to lean on someone else.”
you shake your head. “i said no. if you keep pushing, i swear—”
“you’ll throw me to the stiffs, yeah, i get it,” he interrupts, a wry smile playing on his lips. “but let me just say, it’s a hell of a lot easier when you’re not facing down a horde alone.”
you hesitate, contemplating his words. trust doesn’t come easy, not when you’ve seen what people are capable of when pushed to their limits, even though you can go for a companion out here.
“you don’t even know where to look for supplies,” you say, trying to sound tougher than you feel. you can almost hear your heart thudding in your chest, “i’ve been doing this for months. i can find what i need.”
“you act like you’re the only person in this universe who’s been practically living in a cemetery this last year! it’s getting harder out here,” he replies, his eyes serious now. “you’ll wish you had someone watching your back. you probably already have.”
you push your hands into your pockets, feeling the rough edges of the cans you collected earlier. the truth is, the thought of partnering up is enticing, but the fear of betrayal hangs heavy in the air.
you let out a reluctant breath, muttering, “y/n.”
he doesn’t miss the way you almost bite down on the name, as if even giving that small piece of yourself away is a battle. but drew’s expression softens, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. it’s not a grin of triumph but rather a look of someone who knows that even the smallest steps matter.
“y/n,” he repeats, testing the sound, as if committing it to memory. “nice to meet you, officially.”
he shifts slightly, his eyes searching yours. “look, just think about it. we’re stronger together. and if it helps, i promise i won’t let you down.”
you hesitate, glancing back at him. there’s a flicker of something—a potential alliance, perhaps—but the instinct to protect yourself runs deeper than any desire for companionship. finally, you turn your back on him, determined to get to your car.
“fine,” you say, voice steady but laced with reluctance. “but if you try anything—”
“you’ll be the first to know,” he cuts in quickly, a ghost of a smile appearing as the tension between you both shifts, just a fraction, toward something resembling partnership.
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itsgrimeytime · 8 months ago
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when someone yells at you... || Rick Grimes (TWD)
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"That was all your goddamn fault!"
And maybe it was just because you were tired, but something in you agreed with him -you knew you could do better than this.
"Look, okay, I'm sorry-" you tried -something weak and shaky in your tone (you were exhausted and all they were saying was making all of the noise in your head louder), "-I never meant to-"
"Fuck that," he hissed, "-you almost got us all killed with that fucking mistake. Don't you get that?!"
"It was just-" you started, slowly -words trying to come out properly.
"Just shut the fu-"
"What the hell is goin' on 'ere?" a voice boomed -southern drawl emphasized and tone unshaken: Rick Grimes.
He stepped in between the two of you.
You were exhausted, hands coming up to rub at your temples. Eyes were getting a little foggy and your lip was trembling, you couldn't falter. It could only make you lose respect in the grand scheme of things. You took a deep breath in.
"'Ey fucked up the whole run," the person explained, and you shrunk into yourself more, "-gave one wrong order, and fucking Nancy almost bit the goddamn bullet, Rick."
Rick just stared at him -something heavy in his gaze.
"You must not know shit 'bout this world," Rick scoffed, and you could see the slow steps of him approaching the man -you couldn't even remember his name, "-but every win 'ere's a hundred damn loses. Judgin' one person for a mistake, ya see, just ain't fuckin' wise."
"Somebody almost died, Rick," the man countered, "-don't you care about your people? Or have you lost that side of yourself too?"
Rick rushed forward then, grabbing the guy by his collar and raising him into the air. Your heart jolted into your throat.
"I'll feed you to the fuckin' walkers if ya keep talkin' like that."
The man seemed to falter, but you saw a gleam in Rick's eye. A dangerous gleam.
The group was already rocky as is, Rick didn't need to lose any respect. He didn't need to string out the dynamic further. One move and it'd tip.
"Rick," you insisted -hands wringing out in front of your chest, and his eyes almost immediately flashed to you, "-it's not worth it."
He seemed to lighten then, scanning over you. Maybe taking in your hands, or your hunched shoulders, or your blurry eyes. It was like his priorities switched, completely focused on you.
He let out a long sigh, dropping the man to the ground -he fumbled a little with his footing, "'Ey saved your life, remember 'at."
The man seemed shaken, swallowing thickly and blinking like he was trying to center himself. Rick merely focused entirely on you, heavy footfall bringing him right in front of you.
"Ya okay?" He spoke, soft and sweet -such a drastic difference from before that it made your head spin a little.
"I'm..." you echoed out, a little pathetically, "-I'm just exhausted, and being berated at like that doesn't really help."
Rick frowned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and guiding you elsewhere -voice low just for you, "C'mon, let's talk somewhere else."
"I'm just tired," you offered but it was weak, and he didn't seem at all moved by it, or even convinced.
He pulled you into his house, off the Alexandria streets -it was strangely empty. No Judith or Carl, and you briefly wondered where they were.
"Sit," he motioned to the couch.
You paused for a moment, "Rick, you don't have to do this-"
"Sit," he repeated.
You silently found yourself a spot, leaning into the arm of it -Rick joined you, barely a breath away. You weren't sure how to react. You were never really sure with Rick.
"If anybody pulls 'at shit again," he suddenly said -blue eyes solid as steel, "-you tell me, okay?"
"Rick-"
"No," he spoke, so solidly it made your voice stutter to a stop, "-nobody talks to ya 'at way and fuckin' gets away wit' it. Ya hear me?"
"Yeah, okay," you responded -softer, "-I get it."
"I don't mean to be-" he paused, turning to you with a much softer glance -blue eyes warm, "-look, Y/N. I really care about ya, and if somebody says shit 'bout you. They might as well be sayin' shit 'bout me."
"They weren't talking shit, Rick," you exhaled, and something in your voice shook, "-I fucked up. Bad."
"'At's not-" he sighed, scooting closer to you and with a solid breath taking your hand in his, "-Everybody fucks up, ain't no reason to dwell on it. Ain't no reason to yell 'bout it like he was."
"He just got scared."
"Everyone's fuckin' scared, sweetheart," he countered, gruff voice in a low whisper, "-Gives 'im no goddamn excuse to yell at ya like 'at."
You frowned, shakingly wiping at your eyes.
"And, 's important to let go of things," he hummed, squeezing his hand around yours, "-ya just gotta remember nobody got hurt. If ya don't, you're only gonna run yourself into the ground."
You were quiet for a moment, eyes swimming over your connected hands thoughtfully. They darted to his, who were already looking at you -something you didn't quite recognize shining in his eyes. There was something there you couldn't quite read -something different. You just did what felt right.
"Thanks," you said quietly -it was all you could say, moving your head to his shoulder.
"Don't-" he hummed, you could feel the grumble in his chest -arm coming to wrap around your side, "-Ya don't 'ave to thank me."
You stayed in the silence of the moment, absorbing the air. All of this... new, it sunk into your skin. Your nose filled with the woodsy scent that you knew to be just Rick, and you had a spare thought.
Maybe this could happen again, but you knew Rick would be there. Maybe that makes it okay. It does... With Rick, it's okay.
"Yeah," you responded -maybe a little fondly, "-I do."
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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 9 months ago
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please write lirerally anything for sitting on daryls lap facing him omg i would die
fem wife!plus size reader, wc: 515.
a/n: i decided to combine my idea of daryl messing up cutting his hair and this and it honestly turned out so cute!! like i was giggling and twirling my hair writing this 😭
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With your lips rolled between your teeth to hide a cheek splitting smile, you perched yourself comfortably onto Daryl’s lap, hair cutting scissors in hand as you assessed the damage he had done to himself.
Admittedly, you had put cutting Daryl’s hair on the back burner seeing as though your group was working to make Commonwealth your home once more. You knew its length was starting to bug your husband, catching the older man often tucking it behind his ears, blowing it out of his face, or into a man-bun; you shamelessly enjoyed those days the most.
You knew he was much too good of man to bug you about it when you’d walk through the threshold of your home looking like you were about to pass out as soon as your body touched the softness of your bed. You just hadn’t expected him to take matters into his own hands. Maybe you should have.
“God, D. What did you do?” You said with a snort, taking pieces of his now mix-matched length hair in between the pads of your fingers. You twirled them gently, a fond look in your eye. Daryl’s eyes were cast down in embarrassment due to your teasing.
“Dunno… thought I could do it m’self.” He mumbled stubbornly. You laughed again, finally allowing your smile to break free. “I’m sure you did hun.”
He just grunted in response.
“Welp,” You began with a sigh. “Let’s get to work.”
With every chunk of his hair that fell to the floor also took a part of your soul with it. Daryl and you had been together for what seemed like forever now, especially with everything that you had gone through together all the way from the farm until now.
You have seen him throughout many stages of growth, so cutting off a piece of him that you watched change feels like you’re losing a part of the past, but also welcoming a new future.
You felt yourself smile once more the shorter his hair got until you had gotten it perfectly styled.
“Oh God.” You couldn’t help but exclaim with a scrunched nose. “Wha’?” He asked nervously. He had felt his head get lighter, and everytime it did he felt himself get a tad bit sicker. “This is gonna make me feel young again.” Was all you could say.
By that you mean he looks exactly like he did back when you had first met at the Quarry; when he was young and spunky and mean.
“Stop teasin’ me, woman.” He groaned with a small smile of his own. “I’m being serious, stud.” You flirted. He snorted, saying, “I wanna see what it looks like.”
You got off of him, stretching as he padded over to the closest mirror.
He was quiet for a moment and you made sure to watch his face for any kind of negative reaction, but all he did was just pull at his new hairdo with curious hands.
“Do you like it?” You couldn’t help but ask. It took him a moment to respond.
“Yeah, I like it.”
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star-wrote · 9 months ago
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daryl dixon loves to watch you ride his thigh.
he sits back and smokes a cigarette while his eyes wander over your body. your body that’s grinding desperately on his thigh.
listening to you begging and whining for him to touch you might just be his favorite sound, so he tells you that you’ll have to do all of the work until he finishes his cigarette.
once he uses the cigarette for all it’s worth, he stubs it out and move his hands to your hips. the sigh you let out is immediate.
when he starts moving your hips for you, it takes so much not to just cum on his thigh right then.
soon enough, he grows uncomfortably hard in his pants and gives you permission to cum.
the night ends with your face pressed into pillows and him pounding into you <3
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darylsfavoritegirl · 3 months ago
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Yk that argument Daryl had with Shane at the barn? Put your own spin on it and include the reader somehow, maybe she even tries to break them up and he is still pissed. Afterwards he goes off to sulk in his anger trying to ignore you, but it’s too hard
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The Odd Man Out
There you all were, away from Hershel's house, near the barn. Your heart was pumping blood more than what felt like necessary, your knees had become weak, all ready to betray you and cause you to collapse to the ground.
"This is unacceptable, man." Shane breathed out with fire, drawing circles infront of the barn gate.
"All this time..." He didn't finish his sentence and chuckled exasperatedly.
"Shane. Calm down. This is Hershel's land."
"I'll- I'll find a way to figure this-"
Shane came at Rick when Lori got between the two of them, pressing her right hand to Shane's chest. Her eyes scolded him as Shane gave her a quick stare and rolled his eyes.
Shane was staring at the barn gate, hands rested on his hips, shaking his head as all you could hear was him mumbling to himself.
Your eyes scanned the barn and its perimeter, observing every distressed face.
"You know we gotta leave man. Now we been talking about Fort Benning for a while..." Shane turned to all of you as Rick didn't let him say a word and raised his hand as a warning.
"We can't leave." He shook his head.
The side of your eyes caught Carol and how he wrapped her arms around herself, bottom lip trembling, eyes glossy with tears to come.
"My daughter is out there." Her voice was shaky. She looked taken aback as everyone gazed upon her. You could tell she didn't like to be the center of attention, especially at a time like this.
"We're gonna find your daughter, OK?" Lori rushed to Carol, offering a sense of support as she squeezed her arm, they were glued to one another.
Your eyes shifted to Shane as you shielded your eyes from the sun. He studied your face for a second or so. A faint snicker painted his lips. He knew why you had stayed quiet so far, he was the one that you spoke in discreet -though you felt that the cat was gonna be out of the bag any second-
You felt uneasy under his gloomy gaze as you looked away, changing your position in which you rested your entire body weight on one leg, arms crossed. You eyes were fixated on the others for a brief second to see if anyone caught that tense eye contact you happened to make with the most troubled man in the group.
Shane walked past you, not skipping to give you one last dark stare as he made his way to Rick.
"I think it's the time that we all start to just consider the other possibility."
You sensed everyone tilting their heads to his direction. Daryl stood next to you, you almost heard his breathing go more and more shallow, irritation growing denser through his veins as he fixated his eyes on him; squiented as ever, dauntless as ever.
"I ain't leavin' no one behind." He squiented his eyes at him, his body still as a stone as you could see he clenched his jaw firmly.
Shane ran his hand through his shaved head as he clasped his hands over it.
"Nah man, I-" Shane were to start another babbling session on a bothersome argument right when you flinched at Daryl's loud words.
"I'm close ta findin' dis girl. I jus' found a damn doll two days ago" He was coming at Shane when you felt like it was time you partook in this before it got out of hand.
"You found a doll, Daryl. That's what you did, you found a doll."
Shane pressed his lips together as he leered at Carol before speaking.
"All I'm sayin' is she could've been dead by now and we're-"
"Enough. Shane, enough." You looked at him in disbelief, eyes wide with your hand reflexively being up in the air towards his direction as a sense of warning before he took this any further.
"Ya dun' know the hell yer talkin' 'bout."
It was Shane one side and Daryl on the other side. Things got ugly pretty swiftly as you had to step back when Daryl came at him but it wasn't a few seconds later that you stepped in once again, punches flying in the air, some hitting your chin with their elbows. Your head and body were thrown back by their aggression reflected on their action.
Dust particles, the strings of hays that were laid out on the perimeter were awakened by this fallout. Your eyes got stung by them, this was like hell that you had no control in whatsoever.
"Hey, you back off."
"Come on now." Dale asserted.
It was Rick, Lori and you trying to break them up. Under the heat of the sun, with your red faces and greased clothes were you tossed in a fight near a barn full of walkers.
"Leave. Leave now." You demanded Shane. You pointed him with your finger, forehead wrinkled and brows creased as he clapped his hands in an amusing manner.
"You got a real mouth on you, I'll give you that." He cackled and continued with his chest heaving.
"Now you care? 'Cause last time I checked you were the one who said 'it's a waste of time anyway' " He waved his hands next to his head theatrically and thinned his voice as if to mock you.
"That's not what I said prick." You stepped forward, walking slowly as you widened your eyes. You were trying to catch your breath, unevenly panting as your eyes were out of focus.
It was Daryl's voice that stopped you
" 'S this true?" He had his hands on his hips, gazing upon you through his lashes. It was like he was let down, couldn't even stomach looking you in the eyes, though his eyes had an uneasy beam to them, as if what you were about to say meant more than what both of you could ever dare to imagine.
"No" You shook your head, you clenched your fists without noticing. You felt goosebumps swarming all over your body, somehow making you chill under the radiant sun.
"Fuck no." Your head turned to Carol instinctly, and then the others.
It was a moment of suffering. You, standing toe to toe with everyone. Their hesitant stares, their subtle glances that traveled back and forth with everyone else but you had riled you up yet you knew you were in big trouble and perhaps in the wrong.
You spanked your forehead with both of your palms, inhaling a huge breath in as you shut your eyes and stared all of them back.
"Come on. That motherfucker's lyin' to your faces."
" 'S he?" Daryl inquired, though his tone gave away that he thought he knew the answer. You could never wrap your head around how a redneck like him, could be so tender to a woman he despised. Yet there comes to question, didn't he despise you all? What had happened that he was now a decent person, defending someone who wasn't his blood nor his kin like a sworn confidant behind closed door?
Your eyes darted to the others.
"You believe him?"
Them looking down at their shoes was your answer.
"Stupid bitch."
Daryl mumbled under his breath as he walked away with slumped shoulders and a crossbow he had put aside.
Your face went white, shoulders sagging as you did what you had thought of doing all along.
You kept breathing sharply, turning around and lunging at Shane. He took a step back, eyeing Rick specifically to come and get you as he already had done so.
"Lying son of a bitch." You spat, your hair was everywhere on your face. You could hear your heartbeat in your eardrums.
"Easy. Easy." Rick kept his hand above your cleavage, fingers gripping the sides of your arms.
"I'm fine." You fumed as you moved your hair aside from your face.
"Wha's with all tha' if he 's lyin?" Daryl commented while he was tapping his feet to the ground, resembling a jaded eleven-year old in a family gathering. He pointed at you with his hand as he emphasized on the word "that". You had gone mad infront of all of them. You were bewildered, brows raised with a blank stare in your eyes for a few seconds.
"Look, that's not what I said at all." You began. You pouted your face as soon as everyone started putting your words into your mouth and jabbering.
"Geez, am I the only one who gives a damn 'bout this lil' girl?" Daryl snapped, walking around in circles and spreading out his accusing tone to everyone.
You shook your head in apace, trying to select the proper words to utter. You pressed your lips together, face heating under the wrathing heat wave. You looked around like a child in need of emotional support. Hands on your hips as Rick took a step ahead.
"Everyone go. Now. We'll sort this out tonight."
You got a chance to gaze upon Daryl for the first as his eyes were fixated on Carol. After all, they had formed a relationship out of this. You barely remembered anyone getting along with Daryl or him with others. You walked towards the house with thought filling your head and the misconception you felt needed to be debunked.
Few days passed, everyone still being furious with you. Little Sophia coming out of the barn as a walker didn't aid to your situation whatsoever.
You were sitting on a rock near the fields on Hershel's property. One of your elbows were resting on your knee as your other hand was supporting your chin. You were observing the stubble land laid out infront of you, cicadas jumping from one to another.
The wobbly wind was aggravating with the way it was blowing hot air to your face and body when your eye caught someone walking out of the woods into the stubble field.
Your position changed gradually with you fixing your hunchback as your arms fell loose next to you and you stretched your body a few inches taller to see who it was.
Daryl.
His eyes were checking out his surroundings as his crossbow was swinging on his hand. He wiped his hand on his forehead when his eyes noticed you.
Uneasy features were tugged on your face, not knowing what to do or say.
He passed by you, putting his best work not to acknowledge your existence.
"Daryl." You softly said.
Though your hands were resting on the sharp-edged rock , head slightly tilted and eyes scrutinising your knees that had scrapes all over it, you somehow managed to sense him throwing his head back and fully preparing himself to say a word to you.
"Yeah." He reacted.
It took a while for you to turn and face him entirely. He was looking rather fed up with you. His lips were pale and pressed, his goatee beard all tangled, he must've been scratching it and running his fingers through it, you assumed. It was something you had noticed him doing back in the quarry.
"I'm sorry but all I said was 'we might be better off elsewhere' when I happened to be absent-minded around him. You know-"
He squinted his eyes at you, his chest heaving up with a heartburn as he barked.
"Ain't ma headache no more."
"The girl 's dead."
He pointed one of his stained arrow at you, a vein appearing on the side of his neck. He was blaming every inch of you from head to toe.
You stood infront of him, pupils dilated, hands in a loose punch as no amount of air was enough to fill your lungs.
"And I'm terribly sorry-"
"No yea ain't." He came closer at you, crossbow on one hand and arrow on the other. His neck was stretching forward, sweat beading the below of his hairline.
"Don' give me tha' crap." He used his arrow once again, pointing it at you in a circular motion.
"Yer upset only 'cause he outed yea like tha', infront of the whole lot."
"You hear yourself?" You gasped slightly at his words. You were more confused than angry.
"Whatever dis is, keep it ta yerself."
You heard the fading tone in his voice, he grew less and less attentive with you within 5 minutes.
He adjusted his crossbow and arrows on one hand and started ambling towards the house with his hand scratching the back of his neck.
Sun shone through his golden hair, he was walking aimlessly. It was like you had sucked away the energy left in him for the day.
"Your one stupid motherfucker." You hissed, standing on your tiptoes and extending your torso forward to make sure he heard you.
It was all a misunderstanding, Shane twisting your words back then and now no one giving you the time to explain yourself but only putting words into your mouth. You had lost all hope for the situation for the time being, after all it was still so fresh, everyone was still so vulnerable. No one could even dare trying to foresee anything.
"What'd ya say?" He turned his head towards your direction, his body adjusting to his head gradually.
"No one is listening to me but they're believing that troublesack for a man." You fumed in one breath, you avoided eye contact with him.
He blew raspberries without sticking out his tongue, his cynical body language took over your mentality.
"Yer a real peach with yer tears n' all." A half smile on his lips, completely not interested in what you had to say. He had biases about you all along, this was only the cherry on top.
"Do you really think I didn't care about Sophia the slighest?" You asked with an ajar mouth, eyes fixated on his body as in order not to miss anything you could interpret for your own good.
His neck stretched forward once again, the glazing sun was aiming right at him, perhaps this wasn't the best time.
"I ain't yer buddy, ain't yer nothin' " He growled, his hands were gripping his weapon as he wiped his sweat with his arm.
"I sure ain't the one yea should be makin' amends ta" He hushed, turning around.
"I'm not making amends!" You declared.
Which was true, you weren't. You just hoped for to be understood and not have everyone jump into conclusions about you.
You heard him murmur "Sure sounds like it." As he was making his way through the long stubble to the van.
That night, on a chilly weather were you above the van with Dale as you were assigned to assist him during his watch.
You sat on one of the camp stools, shotgun laying between your thighs vertically. Though Dale was sitting infront of you, your eyes were fixated behind him. The long roads, the long fields.
"Hey, old man. Rick wants yea back at the house."
You flinched at Daryl's voice becoming less and less muffled as he came near the van.
"Ohh what now." You heard Dale complain under his breath as he got up.
"Heads up." Daryl warned as he threw his crossbow on top of the van while he was yet climbing the ladder.
He didn't expect to see you there. His eyes flickered across your face for a moment or so as he looked around subtly, obviously looking for Glenn with whom you were replaced to assist Dale.
"The hell?" He inquired deadly with half-lidded eyes as he straddled on the chair infront of you.
"Just don't even talk if you aren't good with words." You huffed, not even seeing him fit to make eye contact with.
He remained silent as he rubbed his eyes. He hadn't been getting any sleep.
"Ain't no need fer words with yer bullshit." He scoffed, resting his head on his hands, looking around just like you.
"All this time spent together and you haven't figured out what kind of a person I could be. Not even the slighest, huh?" You sighed, not rushing, taking your time with each word.
Your heart was sinking down your torso, it felt like. Your eyes were droppy, fingers at the tip of the shotgun, seeking to be occupied by anything. Anything but him.
His eyes were glued on your eyes as you weren't bothering to meet with his gaze.
You pegged him for a complex man at all times, deep down you always knew he wasn't someone easy to come terms with. You were not gonna be seen by him, not in this, not in anything.
But at that exact moment, when two of you took a minute to enjoy the calmness, quietness around you, letting your minds talk to yourselves instead of words, you dared to hope for a change.
He could change after all, you saw it with your own eyes.
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A/N: well this request had been on my asks since the beginning of this year... so i hope you still enjoy this anon!! also dumb me accidentally replied to a different request🥲🥲 so if that anon got the notification, im sorry, feel free to request whatever you want bae!!!
also i think i never wrote for season 2 daryl before huh? i hope this was satisfying, he was some constant-nagging redneck in season 1-2 but we love him
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daddydixonscrossbow · 2 months ago
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Just a short little blurb about how you finally let your hair down after keeping it up for most of the years, and Daryl notices.
You never really left your hair down, literally speaking.
Ever since the dead started wreaking havoc on this planet, your hair has been a messy bun or ponytail, which was knotted to no extent from being up, being rinsed with lake or river water.
That was until Alexandria.
Alexandria allowed you to finally be able to let your hair down. You had a brush, shampoo and conditioner, and even a hair dryer.
You never thought you’d see the day to where your hair was clean, knot free and down. It actually shocked you the first time you saw it, how long it had gotten.
You got dressed and went back to blow dry it.
As soon as you walked outside, the people in your group, the ones you were with from the start, were shocked as well.
“Wow, look at that head of hair.” Carol teases, “It’s pretty. You should wear it down more often.”
You smile and shrug, “Yeah, I hope I’m able to.”
You walk away and someone else would say something, then finally, you saw Daryl. He had to do a double take, because to him, you looked like a whole other person.
“Whoa, look at you.” He smirks as you walk up to him, his eyes scanning you, “Y’look like you actually belong here.” Of course he couldn’t just give you a compliment, “Y’look ridiculous.”
You laugh, tilting your head as you flick your hair off of your shoulder, “Yeah, I feel ridiculous.”
“No, no, I didn’t-“
You cut him off, “I’m screwing with you, Dixon.”
He laughs and nods, “uh huh.” He reaches up, twirling the ends of your hair with his fingers, “s’really pretty. Y’got a lot of it, though.”
“I know. I have to learn how to braid it so it doesn’t get knotted.” You look up at him, “It was bad.”
“M’sure, I don’t think I ever seen ya let it down.” He drops his hand, “I like it like this.”
A week later, he shows up and offers to braid it for you, all thanks to Carol for teaching him how to do so.
Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋
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dixonzzgirl · 9 months ago
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dog head canons (no one asked for these)
dog is extremely protective of you, like if daryl is pretending to sneak up on you, dog will show his teeth and growl (all while his tail is going).
or if daryl is tickling you and you’re squealing, dog thinks daryl is hurting you, so he’ll start barking really loud and trying to jump in between you.
he also gets jealous when you’re giving daryl attention and vice versa. he’ll whine and cry and flip onto his back with his paws up in the air to make you look at him. He’s just full of drama.
sometimes when you sneak some of your food to dog, daryl shoots you a glare cause he’d rather you eat and have dog’s share come out of his portion.
when daryl gets back early from a run and can’t find you, dog will ask “where’s yer’ mama? hm?” and then dog will lead him straight to you.
BATH TIME !! you do the washing and daryl does the drying. he doesn’t have the patience to sit there while dog shakes off for the 10th time in a row. so that’s your job :)
when dog shakes his sopping wet coat all over you, daryl can’t hold back his laughter, causing you to splash him with a bit of water. “oh, cause i thought something was funny,” you say as daryl glares your way. 
BED HOG BED HOG BED HOG!!!!!!!
daryl finds him a nice, big dog bed on a run, but dog still prefers sleeping snuggled up to you.
he usually sleeps at the foot end of the bed, but he shoves his snout in between you two and always ends up wiggling up further and further throughout the night.
he likes to push his feet into daryl’s back while you spoon him. 
dog gets locked out of the room when you and daryl have sex because he either gets worried that daryl’s hurting you or he thinks you’re having fun without him.
he’s tried to jump up onto the bed once or twice before, so daryl now lures him out and then quickly shuts the door.
he will 100% scratch at the door and try to shove his nose underneath it to make sure you’re both still in there.
dog thinks killing rabbits, birds and squirrels is a game, so whenever daryl takes him hunting with him he’ll kill them and drop them at daryl’s feet all proud and shit. 
when dog gets the zoomies, you chase him around the house and daryl thinks its the funniest thing in the fucking world because you’ll be chasing him and then he’ll stop for a second and do the play bow and then he’ll take off again.
he’ll also jump up on the couches and launch himself off.
a/n: i’ve never seen anyone do dog head canons before, so i figured i’d do some!!
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darylbae · 6 months ago
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daryl headcannons for when someone is the reason u get hurt
𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 🩰
it would more than likely happen on a run, a run of which you weren't so eager to go on. daryl didn't protest you going on runs, he knew you could hold your own, but he knew how much you'd rather stay inside the walls of alexandria. so when you'd been forced away, scavenging for who-knows-what, you'd inevitably run into some walkers. you'd plunged your knife into the skull of one, the commotion had you surrounded by walkers, but you'd successfully fought them off and found some high ground. taking a breather and cursing whoever forced you out today, you clutched the knife to your chest before crawling back down to find the rest of the group. jeremy, a newcomer to alexandria, had accompanied you and a few others today, and had the wise idea to just make a run for it. which you had no choice but to indulge in, because you couldn't split up. a small horde had come stumbling over, and jeremy had clearly panicked, he hadn't found his feet as a fighter yet. he'd backed up, into you, knocking you off your feet and shoving you into two walkers, which you'd quickly dealt with. however you were fairly certain you'd landed on your weapon, the blade digging into your thigh. "holy shit," rosita gasped, leaning down to support you as you got to your feet, "we need to get back, don't take the knife out." "i'm so sorry," jeremy apologised, but you were too focused on your breathing to notice him. it was a long stumble back to alexandria, and you'd had to rely on rosita and laura to carry most of your weight. you were growing paler by the minute, and you felt nauseous. you'd collapsed onto one of the infirmary beds and let out a big huff. "what the hell happened?" you heard, the sweet, gruff sound of your man barging in and taking your hand. "what happened, sweetie? talk to me." his voice was softer with you, and only you. "stupid mistake. i landed on my knife." you mumbled, but your voice was too quiet for anyone to make out what you were saying. "no, this asshole pushed her into walkers." laura exclaimed, and you were too tired to fight this fight. daryl had grabbed jeremy's collar, face scrunched up in rage. "the fuck did you do that for?" rosita tried pulling daryl off, but everyone knew what he was like when it came to you. "you hurt my girl, huh? you think you can just get away with that shit?" "i'm sorry, man. i didn't mean to." daryl let go, forgetting everyone else in the room and standing beside your bed. he had a hold of your hand, whilst the knife was being pulled out. "it's okay, sweetie. i got you." you'd passed out, everyone had cleared out a while ago, but daryl remained at your bedside. you weren't out for long, just sleeping off exhaustion and pain. and daryl just watched as you slept. he loved seeing the slight pout on your lips as you slept, the occasional moan as you stirred, he could watch you like his favourite movie. "hey." you croaked, reaching for the water at your bedside but daryl beat you to it. as long as he was round, you wouldn't lift a finger. "hey," he mumbled back, "how you feeling?" "like i just got stabbed. but i handled it." you smiled proudly, and daryl couldn't help but grin, pinching your chin softly. "you fought off the walkers, huh?"
"oh, you should've seen me out there. i fought off four, took some high ground, then jeremy pushed me into two more, but i got them both just as i landed on my knife." "that's my girl." you smiled, the feeling of his calloused hands holding your cheeks, drinking in every drop of you there was to offer. "so glad you're okay." he whispered, his thumbs swiping under your eyes. "hey, you aren't getting rid of me unfortunately. i still have yet to find some rings for us." you'd been together for a while, but daryl knew. you were it for him, the world had ended but he'd found you, there was nobody else he wanted to survive with. "well we gotta keep looking then, get some sleep." he instructed you, patting your head and folding his arms. little did you know, he'd found some rings just over a week ago, he wanted to keep you distracted in search for some rings whilst he planned his own way to propose. you knew you were going to marry daryl, but he wanted there to be an element of surprise, he wanted to catch you off guard and maybe get a few tears out of you. he wanted to find the perfect time to make you his. and after seeing you hurt today, he wanted you to be his wife now, as soon as possible, to prove his devotion to you in a time where you weren't sure if you'd live to see tomorrow.
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thewalkingdilf · 10 months ago
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daryl loves adding praise when he’s degrading you.
he’s always adding in a tinge of sweetness to every degrading name he calls you. it’s always things like “pretty whore,” “perfect slut”
he loves how it makes you whimper as a blush of embarrassment coats your cheeks, and how you always attempt to hide your face.
he won’t settle for that though. he’ll grab your hands and pin them down, holding them away from your face as he sinks his cock deep inside of you, and he’ll just continue to whisper filth in your ear as he encourages you for being such a good little fuck doll for him.
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dixonsbrat · 25 days ago
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𖥔 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𖥔
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summary ; daryl’s been away on a run for a few days and his absence had left you needy for his touch
notes ; established relationship, ‘thigh’ riding, female orgasm, swears, nicknames such as ‘sweetheart’, ‘baby’. no plot just sex.
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“ya missed me that much, huh?” daryl smirks, his voice low and gruff, as he watches you shudder beneath him. his words are tantalising and his breath hot as he leans down to your ear, sending waves of tingling pleasure throughout your entire body.
the needy expression on your face, and the way you were looking up at him with your big sweet eyes only made his smirk deepen, pulling up at the corner of his mouth. he was enjoying the effect he had on you, how you’d practically squirm, and the way you were reacting so well to him and his touch. he could see just how badly you were craving him, and he already knew that he had you wound tightly around his finger.
he slowly began to trail kisses up and down your neck, his lips grazing your skin at a torturous pace, pulling smalls gasps from you with each one as they send a rush of heat right to your core. he knew exactly what he was doing to you, and the way he was slowly teasing you was driving you insane.
“always miss you when you’re gone,” you exhale, your voice barely a whisper.
you hum against the feeling of his lips travelling further along your collarbones and shoulders, his hands resting on your hips, holding you in place as he continues to explore your body. with each and every kiss he presses along your sensitive skin, he could feel your breathing becoming heavier.
“’m here now,” he murmurs against your skin, a hint of satisfaction in his tone as he brings his knee up between your legs, the hard denim of his jeans pressing against your core. your breath hitches in response, the movement sending a shiver down your spine. “gonna give ya what ya need, sweetheart.”
a small whimper falls from your lips as your body involuntarily arches against him, causing daryl to let out a low chuckle. he shifts a bit, pressing kid knee a bit harder, his hands moving up your sides, grabbing and roaming across the plush skin.
“such a needy lil thing, ain’t ya?” he muses, his words vibrating against your skin and you squirm against him, desperate for more friction. "that feel good, sweetheart?"
"uh huh," you moan, your breathing picking up in pace as your hips slowly begin to roll against him. you had been craving his touch since the moment he left a few days ago, and it wasn't until now that you realised just how badly you needed him. how badly you needed his touch.
his fingers dig into your hips, his grip tight and firm as he continues to leave a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck. he can sense the need in your movements, the way your hips grind against his knee. “look at ya, so desperate for me.”
daryl’s knee continues to press between your legs, rubbing against you, and the sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. you can feel the heat pooling between your legs, the wetness of your arousal soaking through your shorts, your breaths turning into soft moans as you rock your hips against him, desperately seeking some kind of release.
the need in your moans is evident as your hands grip the bed sheets, “can’t help it, feels s’good.”
“s’okay, sweetheart, take what ya need,” he hums, his voice deep and rough. the sounds you were making, combined with the feeling of your body pressed against him, has his own desire growing in the front of his jeans.
he can feel the dampness against his knee, your arousal soaking through the denim against his own skin and it drives him wild, but he loves the desperation in your voice too much to give you what you want yet.
his hands slide up your sides, pushing the fabric of your shirt up until he can feel your naked skin under his calloused fingers, slowly exposing more and more of you to him, “been thinkin’ ‘bout this for days, thinkin’ bout ya and yer pretty lil sounds.”
“yeah? you missed me too, baby?” you pant, your hands reaching up to run through his hair, gripping onto the long locks as he moves his kisses back down to your bare chest now.
he grunts in affirmation, his tongue darting out to lap at the soft skin of your breasts, circling your pebbled nipples with his tongue as his icy blue eyes look up at you, “course i did. ya really think i was tryna rush back for any reason other than ya?”
your heart pangs with adoration, your eyes softening and brows upturning as you take in his words, and you gently pull him back up the bed to meet him in a deep kiss.
he lets out a surprised growl as he returns your kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth and moving against yours effortlessly. your pants and ragged breaths become more consistent as his hips press against yours now, positioning himself between your legs as his knee still provides delicious friction against your core. he rocks forward, craving it just as much now and with each press of his lips, you can feel his restraint starting to falter.
daryl breaks the kiss as he leans his head against your shoulder, his breathing laboured as he takes a moment to collect himself. he can feel himself growing harder by the second, the sight of you beneath him, your bare chest rising and falling with each heaving breath sending sparks of desire through his body.
he lets out another low growl as he finally speaks, “need ya, baby. ain’t gonna last much longer.”
you can’t help the smirk that forms on your lips as you look at him with a playful look in your eyes, “who’s the needy one now?”
his eyes darkened and narrowed at your smartass taunt. a low grumble escaped his throat as he pushed his knee forward purposefully, applying extra pressure and pulling a breathy yelp of pleasure from your lips, “careful, sweetheart, or i’ll have ta hold off ‘til yer beggin’ for me.”
your smirk falters immediately as he continues to push his knee harder against you, the need in your eyes only multiplying, “m’sorry,” you pant, your head pushing further into the pillows beneath you as the pressure from his knee dares to push you over the edge.
grinning at your immediate reaction, he leans down close to your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your skin. “tha’s more like it.” he relishes in the sight of you, so close to the edge, knowing that you were just one push away from completely unravelling before him.
you couldn't handle it anymore, the pleasure that was building within you close to it's breaking point as the coil growing in your stomach dared to snap. your mouth falls open, hands gripping onto daryl's arms as you feel your high vastly approaching. you couldn't speak, couldn’t form a coherent word — the only sounds falling from your lips were desperate pants of anticipation and the insatiable moans that followed.
daryl’s knee continues to move against you, applying the friction you so desperately craved, and he can tell by the way your body starts to tremble beneath him that you were almost at your ends meet. he no longer cared about his own pleasure and desire, shoving it away to focus on just you. “tha’s it, sweetheart. don’ hold back.”
his voice was rough, breathless, as he kept up the rhythm with his knee, watching you writhe closer and closer to the edge. his hands ran lightly along your bare skin, seeking to ground you in that moment — to anchor you in that wave of pleasure.
“let go, baby, i gotcha." he meets your gaze, giving you the safety and reassurance you needed to finally let yourself fall over the edge.
you pull him back down to meet you in a hungry kiss at the same time the coil in your stomach finally snaps. he feels your body tense as you come undone and he eases the pressure of his knee, gently helping you through the waves of pleasure that rock through your body.
he captures your moans with his mouth, his tongue meeting yours effortlessly as he takes your pleasure as his own. he savors the taste of your lips, the way you pant breathlessly against him, completely lost in the aftermath of your high.
breaking the kiss, he pulls away to look at you, his eyes dark with want and desire. “atta girl,” he praises, his thumb gently brushing across the heat of your cheeks, and then presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
you relish in the comforting gesture as you ride out the last of your orgasm, letting yourself sink into him as you take your time catching your breath and coming back down to reality. you were completely spent, and breathless, but as daryl shifts to lie beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest, you knew you were right where you were supposed to be.
he gently nuzzled his face into you, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead as his hand ran up and down your back, tracing lazy circles over your skin, “yer definitely the needy one,” he murmurs, his voice soft and comforting in the quiet of the room, and yet, you felt no need to retaliate, but rather content and satisfied.
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justanoasisimagines · 1 month ago
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Hey my lovelies back with todays hero. Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!
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“You’re up to something’” Both you and Judith turned around. Suddenly, neither one of you could look Daryl in the eyes.
Daryl stalked toward you slowly, as you both began to back away.
“We don’t know what you’re talking about, do we sweet girl?” Judith shook her head, but it was obvious by the mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“Stop lyin’ Daryl lurched forward in an attempt to grab one of you. Yet he missed. Judith moving off to the side a millisecond before. Daryl growled playfully at the two of you.
“Get back here!” A chorus of screams, Daryl up the pace, Judith too quick.
But you? Daryl had a plan.
Daryl toppled over, grasping his leg. Pain filled grunts and groans, forced you to turn around. Daryl didn’t look directly at you but grasped his leg.
“Baby, are you okay?” Daryl could hear the concern in your voice. He almost felt bad.
Almost.
“Yeah, yeah just cramp” Daryl could feel the footsteps on the ground. He didn’t look up, yet the moment he saw your boot in front of him. He pounced.
Suddenly, Daryl unleashed an onslaught of tickles. You attempted and failed to pull his hands off of you.
“Judith…help” Judith attempted to pull Daryl off of you, yet it was. Daryl was too strong. Too determined.
“Tell me what you were up to and I’ll let her go.” Daryl gave his best evil villian voice. You shook your head in denial. You could handle it.
Yet Judith couldn’t stand it anymore.
“We made a scarecrow version because they said we needed something intimidating”
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