#but daryl dixon ilysm . . .

[katierosefun]

feeling really apologetic towards the walking dead for ever veering away from that show because twd fans that i knew were some of the most obnoxious alpha male type ever . . . you like daryl dixon because he's a badass bowman who wears a sickass leather vest . . . i like daryl dixon because he acts like he's all tough but he's actually the sweetest softie and he loves kids and he would leave flowers for people's graves and he's protective of who he deems his family

[litbaldhead]

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄. / december 19th.

─── a list for the real i͟z͟z͟y͟.

no warnings, just me. (this could be a warning. ‼️

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✦ my name is isabelle and i am nineteen years old.

✦ i was born and currently live in brazil, but i'm fluent in english.

✦ i started writing all kinds of writing in 2019, and i've been practicing ever since.

✦ i'm librian, and i definitely act like one lol.

✦ i use feminine pronouns, but it's always been something i've never minded.

✦ i'm a big fan of harry potter, the walking dead, the sims, friends, modern family, tlou and others.

✦ i'm pansexual, but i've never really labeled myself as such. i just love everyone :D

✦ my favorite artists are lana del rey, taylor swift, tyler the creator, drake, rihanna, lady gaga. ugh, i'm eclectic.

✦ my favorite food is hamburgers, they can be generic yes, but they are so tasty and come in many flavors. i love them.

✦ i don't work, but i'm studying pedagogy to be a cool teacher ;))))

✦ i have so many hobbies that i can't even list them, but i really like cooking and writing.

✦ my favorite characters are daryl dixon (if you didn't know) and rosita espinosa (you really didn't know).

[daryltwdixon]

Hello, I thought I'd put a request through properly on my 'official' account 🤍

I have a request because I adore your writing and love how you write Daryl 😭

You can take it wherever you want one shot, drabble etc

I've been recovering from a brain injury and for the first time ever last week I got to see the Northern Lights/Aurora and for a moment I forgot everything and the emotion that I felt was just urgh, no words to describe it but it was AMAZING and this little idea popped into my head along the lines of :

Reader always being fascinated with the stars, sunsets, night skies and the moon etc. Always preferring to sleep under the moon or in the moonlight and because you never know when you will be able to see the Aurora until it's actually there, the reader noticed something different about the sky a pink glow which developed into full blown aurora/Northern Lights the longer reader and Daryl wait/watch.

It's just an idea 🤍 I understand if you don't want to write something like that.

daryl x reader drabble

note: The thing that really gets to me is how often writers overlook just how incredible the night sky would be without light pollution.

and also @fluffy-dixon ilysm thank u for the love x

You had fallen in love with the sky even more since the world went to shit. Without the city lights to mask its beauty, the night now stretched out in an endless canvas of stars, brighter than you ever remembered. The moon felt closer too, as if it could reach down and graze the earth with a cool, silvery hand. You’d always loved sleeping beneath it—there was something comforting about its silent glow, a reminder that the world, even in its broken state, could still be beautiful. So any chance you could get, in the small in between nights of rare safety, you would sleep under the stars.

Tonight, you find yourself lying on the damp grass, the air crisp and cool against your skin. You can hear Daryl beside you, his breathing steady and low, a quiet rhythm that anchors you in the dark. You turn your gaze upward, the scattered stars glittering in the soft glow of the milky way, and you think about how the sky feels more like home now than any place you've slept in years.

It’s then that you notice it—a faint pink glow creeping along the horizon, like the sky itself is blushing. You sit up, your breath hitching slightly as you stare. “Daryl,” you murmur, your voice barely breaking the quiet, but he’s already noticed. He shifts beside you, eyes narrowing as he looks up.

"What’s that?” he asks, his voice rough, curious.

You shake your head slowly. “I think… it’s the Northern Lights,” you whisper, almost afraid to say it out loud, as if speaking might chase it away. You’d read about them once, how unpredictable they were, how you could never really know when they’d appear. And now, against all odds, here they are, soft waves of pinks and greens slowly unfurling across the sky like an ethereal dance.

Daryl doesn’t say anything. You can feel his gaze flicker between the sky and you, as if unsure which is more worth watching. The corners of your mouth twitch into a small, wonderstruck smile, your eyes wide with awe. You feel his hand brush yours, a brief, awkward attempt at comfort or maybe just connection. It’s enough to make your heart skip, the warmth of his rough fingers grounding you in the cold night.

The pink glow deepens, giving way to deeper greens and purples, swirling like a living painting. You don’t know how long you sit there, mesmerized, the two of you side by side in the soft glow. It’s like the world’s trying to remind you that there’s still magic here, even in the ruins.

“Didn’t think I’d ever see somethin’ like this,” he mutters, a hint of wonder creeping into his usually gruff voice.

“Me neither,” you admit, voice soft and a little raw. When you look over to him, his eyes are on you, and the reflection of the dancing light above you is breathtaking in his deep blue eyes.

You hold his gaze for a moment longer, the rare softness still lingering in his eyes, before you both wordlessly shift back onto the grass. You settle in, your head turning to watch the lights above—but it’s not enough. The colors feel like they’re pulling you closer to him, as if the night itself wants you to be nearer.

You shift again, this time leaning over to rest your head on his chest, your ear pressed against the beat of his heart. He tenses at first, his breath catching, and for a brief moment, you wonder if you’ve pushed too far. But then you feel it—the way his chest slowly rises and falls beneath you, the way he seems to settle into the closeness.

His arm hesitates, hovering just for a second, before wrapping around you fully, pulling you in tighter against him. You hear the faintest, almost awkward sigh escape him, as if he’s trying to figure out how to hold onto the peace of this moment. The tension in his body fades, replaced by a quiet acceptance that makes your heart ache a little.

The sky’s colors continue to swirl and shift above, but your focus is on the warmth of him, the way his hold becomes more certain as the minutes pass. There, beneath the luminous dance of the Northern Lights, you allow yourself to simply exist—safe, close, and understood, without a single word spoken.

[itsmeatballworld]

| been through hell and back |

pairing | daryl dixon x f!reader

summary | crazy things keep happening. When a series of terrifying events occur in Alexandria, you seek comfort from your friend, Daryl. 

wc | 2300

warning | trauma (season 6a), brief depictions of explosions, mentions of violence. Hurt-comfort with fluff!

a/n | this was supposed to just be fluffy? And it’s now a mixed bag of hurt/comfort and softness so… sorry? Or yay? And tysm to @ivuravix for being my beta reader *mwah* ilysm!!! <3

Spoilers for TWD—this mentions season 6 issues. 

When thunder roared and rain pounded against Alexandria's townhomes, you sat up in bed. Nestled under the sheets, watching the lightning flash in hot white streaks across the black sky, you could almost pretend life was normal. There were no dead, soulless creatures roaming behind the four-poster bed. Cotton sheets kept you comfortable instead of leaves and moss. 

And then you had a crazy idea to run outside and smell the rain. 

To run through the streets of Alexandria, bracing the winds and rain, and fall in love with the world again. But instead of the dramatics and soggy pajamas, you settled with sitting on the porch. The rain would smell the same from a dry, comfortable spot. 

Slipping on shoes and a robe, you headed to the front door and paused. There on the steps was your friend.

Angel wings. Beautiful yet torn, the tarnished wings spanned across his back. It was his favorite piece of clothing. He never left the house without it. You loved that vest but not as much as you loved the man wearing it. 

Hovering at the door frame, you contemplated going outside. Daryl Dixon had been your friend after joining Rick’s group at the Georgian prison. He was standoffish and reserved at first. He liked his personal space and quiet time. But after everything that happened, you became closer. Daryl being reserved and standoffish wasn’t who he was now. 

Daryl was sweet to you. He’d look for you in the crowd and make sure to say hi after returning from a run.He also loved to check in on you. The quick ‘you alright’ would slip from his lips just before closing your bedroom door. If everything was fine, he'd say good night. But if you weren't – Daryl wasted no time. He’d bring you into the kitchen and steal some of Carl’s stash of cookies and split them with you. 

All of these little close instances with Daryl have warped your perception of what you two really are to each other. Because you’ve fallen for him. A damn crush on your best friend…how cliche. And here on the porch, staring at those angel wings, a twisting feeling burned in your chest. So you had to ignore those feelings.

Daryl stared ahead, sitting on the staircase with his legs stretched out. Even though you didn’t want to disturb him, there was only one porch. 

“Hey.” 

He turned at the sound of your voice. The blue hue of his eyes seemed to brighten. 

“’Ey.”

“You’re still up.” You weren’t surprised.

He grunts, “smoke.” A beaten pack of cigarettes appears on command.

Daryl didn’t question why you were awake so late in the night. It wasn’t up for debate. He knew you well enough now to not question your actions. But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to tell him. 

When his eyes drifted over your face, you plopped down next to him on the covered stairs.

“I wanted to smell the rain.”

He mumbles, tapping the cigarette box. Each of them were bent or crinkled but he wasn't picky nowadays. He had an itch to scratch, a need that was invisible to the naked eye. You hated it, but it wasn't your call. Maybe one day cigarettes would cease to exist. But then you’d miss the smell of musk and tobacco that blended so blissfully on Daryl. 

But tonight you wanted to smell the rain.

“Don’t light that yet.” The lighter snaps open. “Please?”

On cue, his lighter slips back into his pocket. 

You inhale, “thank you.”

He nudged you playfully. “Mhm.”

You sink closer to the broody man. He stiffened for a second, but relaxed as your cheek rested against his shoulder.

The humidity died down, giving this storm the perfect amount of cool temperatures and heavy chilling downpours. The rain had begun to flood the grass, pooling at the sidewalk’s edges. Small patches of flowers planted in the front sank deeper into the saturated ground. Red and pink petals flaked around the plant aimlessly.

Even though you were a bit groggy, you couldn’t stop yourself from talking to him. “Did you know I'd come outside?”

He paused. Daryl’s head dipped as he stared down at you. His eyes flickered across your face with an odd softness he rarely shows. “...always do,” a sigh escapes his lips. 

“So you waited for me. Huh. You waited for me.” Closing your eyes, all you could hear was the rain. “Admit it, Dixon.”

Daryl’s chest rumbles under your cheek as he laughs. Leaning a bit more into you, he kept his voice low. “I ain’t admittin’ shit.”

“Mhm. Sure.” Adjusting your seat, you twist so your back is pressed close to his front. His arms wrap around your midsection and he pulls you in tighter. 

Maybe it was nothing or maybe it was something. But being this close to him was making it hard to ignore how much you cared for him.

“You waited for me.”

He stays quiet. 

His chin drops to the top of your head. 

The rain sings louder.

You grin.

“Wait. I’m not gonna kill you…” He paused, twisting his gun between his fingers. The man glanced down to the paved road as a manic smile washed over his face. “You know what? Yes I am–”

There was an explosion. Fire and smoke billowed from the earth-shattering sound. Parts of machinery and bodies were scattered in every direction. You gawked at the chaos, dragging yourself to your feet. 

Sasha was talking. You saw her mouth moving but the words were so muffled. No, it was like the words were ringing. You rubbed your ears to no avail. 

All of your people were still here. You double checked, making sure to stare long and hard at each of them. Abraham stood tall and unfazed. Sasha brushed off some dirt from her jeans. Daryl emerged from the truck's side, unbothered, holding a massive grenade gun. Instinctively, you reached him and grabbed his elbow. He didn’t push back as you wrapped around his arm tightly. Instead, he pulled you farther from the blazing mess. 

“Let’s go,” you begged. “We need to go.”

But there was so much smoke–

Your eyes sprung open. Sheets wrapped around your legs like rope, twisting you in a maze of fabric. Sweat dripped down your back as the memories from before burned into your brain. You wished everything that happened in your dream was wrong—but it wasn’t. 

The storm loosened sand and dirt which made the quarry filled with walkers collapse faster than planned. Rick had to act quick and adjust, meaning you all had to move fast. 

You had your orders: ride along with Daryl, Sasha and Abraham for backup. But then everyone was separated. And when you all finally made it back to each other, these random people with guns tried to steal your things. All for a man named “Negan”. 

Then the first explosion happened. 

You thought what happened to you was all the damage your friends’ experienced. But when you got home, it was clear this was far from over. Walkers broke past those tall steel walls. The destruction at home seemed irreversible. People were dead or dying. 

The hours that followed were unimaginable. With everyone’s help and another explosive device, the dead were finally dead. All that remained was a blazing fire from the lake and corpses scattered across the pavement.

When the dust finally settled, and the survivors waded through the aftermath, you couldn’t do much of anything. It was like your brain was stuck in an endless loop. 

We were safe. We weren't safe. We were safe. We weren't safe. We’re not safe here. 

Now, days later, you’re still unsure of what comes next. 

You fought off the sheets, kicking until they collapsed to the hardwood floors. Your ears were still ringing. It had been weeks but smoke still lingered in the air as it clung to your hair and skin like tar. You needed fresh air. You needed to get out of here. 

As you passed the bedroom window on your way downstairs, it was raining again. 

There was only one place you were going. 

“You alright?”

“It’s raining.” Your voice was barely coherent. 

“Yeah.” His heavy boots stopped behind you. “Come back inside.”

“Just…just one more minute.”

The staircase was cold against your skin. Not bothering with a robe or something clean, you stumbled out onto the porch in your sweaty clothes.

The rain must have started late. It wasn't heavy yet, but rather a light mist that coated everything in sight. The pavement was darker than you remembered. 

Maybe that’s from all the blood. 

You blinked at the splotches in the sidewalk, wishing they’d just wash away. Wash away the memories of what happened here. 

Those ‘w’ people… the gun wielding strangers… then the herd of walkers. So many people died.

“We could have died. Right?” A tight squeezing pressure rattled through your chest, and before you knew it, you were crying.

Daryl didn't say a word. He just slipped down to your spot, leaning close to you. You let out an exhale as the choking sob took over again. He’s here, right here.

He clenched his fist.

“You could have died,” the words were sour on your tongue. Everything hurt and felt so unfair. Why did this have to happen? Why did our safety and comfort get ripped away from us again?

“I could have lost you.”

His attention snapped to you. And just like that the confusion of these past few weeks disappeared. Heartache filled its place.

“I’m right here,” he whispered.

His hand shifted closer. Still barely touching, but close enough to feel his warmth.

You watched him with glassy eyes. He was still bruised and exhausted yet he was still comforting you. 

The light rain was teeming now as another storm was passing again.

You wiped at the tears spilling down your face. But it was useless. The tears stung, fuck, they burned. You started weeping, and no matter what you wanted to do, this pain wouldn’t go away.

“I don't know what I would've done if you–”

Daryl leaned closer, “‘ey.” 

But you couldn't look at him anymore. It was killing you that he had to see you like this. 

“Y-you should go to bed. I’ll be fine. I should leave you alone anyway.” 

“Don’t,” his voice softened as his large hand encompassed yours. “Come ‘ere.” He pulled, gently tucking you under his arm and into his warm embrace. 

Then his arm dipped and wrapped around your waist. You didn’t realize you were up until the sound of rain became muffled. He brought you back inside, back into your bedroom. 

In the dark, a bright flash of lightning illuminated the room. 

Shit. The room was a mess. Pillows and sheets were tossed in every direction but the bed. 

He lowered you down to the mattress. “Look at me. You’re safe.”

A blanket fell across your shoulders as the mattress sank next to you. His arms wrapped around you once more. It felt normal having him pressed against your side. Like it should have always been like this. You and him, tangled in each other’s warm embrace.

“You’re still here with me. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“Promise?” 

Daryl rested his chin atop your head. “I promise.”

Sitting in the silence, you both held each other. Between the flashes of lightning and rolling thunder, you lie tangled in each other’s embrace. His arms were better than the blanket but you didn’t want to say that. You couldn’t ruin this. 

Your cheek rested against his shoulder. Daryl tightened his hold on you. 

“Get some sleep.” 

You heard him but his arms never loosened. There was a moment where you thought about asking him to stay. It was stupid, but there was something lingering between you. Don’t ruin this, you thought.

With a nod, you wiped the drying tears one last time.

As you inched away, Daryl relaxed his grip. 

But his eyes hovered just above yours. Locked in an endless gaze, he studied your face in the darkness. It must have been the shadows and the bolts of light playing tricks on you. But for a second, his eyes softened. His lips parted. 

Callous fingers brushed your skin, falling to the nape of your neck. 

His mouth hovered above yours. Neither of you moved. It was like a strange force was pulling you together–begging for you to touch him, to feel something other than this ache in your chest. 

You raised your hand to his cheek. The tips of your fingers glide across his skin.

“You could stay tonight.” 

“Yeah?”

“I’d like that,” you murmured. “If you stayed with me.”

He didn't speak. Thunder rumbled off in the distance. Daryl’s fingers pressed a bit harder against your neck before cradling your face in his palm. Bright blue eyes flicker around your face like he was memorizing the parts that make you… you.

It was like that force drawing you in finally snapped. The friendship and closeness you’ve had was all a front for how much you loved him. And by the way his lips were just brushing against you, the feeling was mutual.

You kissed him. It was tentative and soft at first, like he was afraid to commit. But within seconds that changed. One after another, your lips push and pull like a sweet dance.

There was something so endless in the way he kissed you. The world could explode and you’d still feel him on your skin. 

His kisses were fire, burning so deep and so pure. And you melted into his touch.

You’re okay. 

As his lips pulled back, they came crashing down again. And again.

The pain didn’t vanish. It would never be that simple. But being with Daryl softened its harsh edges, giving a chance to breathe the fresh air.

Lightning shot across the night sky.

His lips caught yours once again.

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a/n 2.0 | *mwah* hope you liked it <3

[abnormal-angel]

Son of a bitch!

Daryl Dixon’s First Words (The Walking Dead 1x03, Tell it to the Frogs)

[plutonian-honey]

Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you’d like to get to know better Name: Candice
Nicknames: Cand, Can, Candy, Candino, Candaloon i mean really you name it
Zodiac sign: Scorpio
Height: 155cm/5'1 lmao
Orientation: commitment issues
Nationality: Australian 
Favorite fruit: Banana
Favorite season: Winter
Favorite book: Trylle Trilogy by Amanda Hocking
Favorite flower: Sunflowers
Favorite scent: Cats, hair dye, rain
Favorite color: sunshine yellow Favorite animal: any kind of cat & whales
Coffee | tea | hot cocoa: Caramel Lattes heck me up good
Average sleep hours: Like 10pm to 7am 
Cat or dog person: CATS FOREVER 
Favorite fictional character: Finn Holmes & Loki Staad end me (I mean also Bellamy Blake, Daryl Dixon, Beth Green, Anders Holmvick and 2849294 others I cant think of but if we're talking books Finn & Loki my no1's 😩👀❤️)
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[all-4-wincest]

I’m gonna be lazy and just work off of what you posted @adoptdontshoppets Thanks so much for thinking of and tagging me, Karen! ILYSM!!

Okay, here goes.

1) Dean Winchester—Supernatural

2) Daryl Dixon— The Walking Dead (Carol is a very close second)

3) Kevin Pearson—This Is Us

4) Eric Northman— True Blood

5) Mark Green— ER

6) Angel— Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel

7) Nicholas Brody— Homeland

8)

Rules: name your top 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms then tag 10 people

I was Tagged by @dreaminblue67

Here we go. Notice I often have trouble picking just one character

1. Dean — Supernatural

2. Glenn Rhee — The Walking Dead

3. Daisy, Coulson, May, Fitzsimmons — Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D (couldn’t pick lol)

4. Angel — Angel (plus shoutouts to Lindsey, Wesley, Fred, Gunn, Lorne)

5. Faith — Buffy the Vampire Slayer (and Buffy herself)

flashbacks to the prior century:

6. OG John Connor — The Terminator

7. Ripley; Corporal Hicks — Aliens

8. Martin Riggs — Lethal Weapon

9. Agent Dale Cooper — Twin Peaks

10. Agent Mulder — X-Files

Oops forgot one

11. Ten — Doctor Who

Tagging, with no obligation: @destielhoneybee @love-neve-dies @ladywinchester1967 @ladystiltskin67 @waywardnerd67 @thoughtslikeaminefield @all-4-wincest @ledzeppelinsbonzo @kickingitwithkirk @katehuntington