#caregiver!daryl dixon

[aew-kun-age-regression]

hi!!!! this is a little complicated but could i request an outfit board for a kiddo aged 9-11 (gender neutral) whose cg is daryl dixon? stuff like black clothes, survival supplies, (no paci or baby toys pls!!) and maybe like some bat/wolf imagery? idk i’m throwing ideas at the wall here so just have fun making it !!!!! thank you so much!!!!

- @rikersislandangel

Haiii!!! This was such a fun request!!! I hope this is what you were after!!!

[alittleplaytime]

Caregiver Daryl Dixon Stimboard!!

🚬 🥘 🐕 | 🚬 🥘 🐕 | 🚬 🥘 🐕

🌼 media: the walking dead + the walking dead: daryl dixon

🐝age appropriate? no! it was originally rated TV-14 but was updated to be TV-MA due to violence and dark themes and isn't advised for younger viewers. his off spin show is also rated at TV-MA!

🍯 rqd by: @vampire-bat-baby

🌻 note: i haven't seen twd despite it being such a popular show, then characters all seem so cool but i'm super scared of starting really long shows, especially with the large possibility of my faves dying :(

[ellieisaflower]

Could you write a Daryl dixon/ little! Reader where the reader is trapped by a walker and is screaming for daryl and trying to kill it and he saves her and babies her the rest of the day n night? Thanks!!!

Daddy's got you ´ˎ˗

3-14-23 | Main Masterlist | The walking dead masterlist

୨୧ ┊Pairing: Daddy!Daryl Dixon x little!Fem!reader

୨୧ ┊Characters: Daryl Dixon, Reader

୨୧ ┊Genre: fluff, angsty, Age regression (NOT KINK!!), oneshot

୨୧ ┊Summery: Reader gets lost while wondering off in the forest and gets trapped by a walker. When Daryl realizes she's gone and hears her screaming he comes to her aid immediately.

୨୧ ┊Warnings: Reader gets trapped by walker, screaming, crying, reader is scared, Daryl curses a few times, might be more, Daryl calls reader Babygirl, baby and Darling (highlighted orange), not proofread, Daryl's ooc

୨୧ ┊Note: I am so, so sorry that this took so long for me to write and publish! I've been very busy with school and I just moved across the country so I just got around to it!

୨୧ ┊word count: 1,515

Third person (you, your) pov

As you and Daryl walked into the apartment building he looked over at you to make sure you we were still there and following. The look he gave you meant 'stay with me, don't wonder off'.

Daryl Heald his bow up at eye level, ready to shoot anything that threatened to hurt either of you.

So far there was nothing, no sound, no walkers, nothing. The building was silent. To someone who hadn't been out in the actual world since the apocalypse began, they would think it was safe.

But Daryl knew better then that.

You and Daryl had been out almost the whole day, since the sun came up and it was now later in the day, maybe 3 or 4pm. Your legs were tired and you felt s little fuzzy but you tried your best to stay in big space so you didn't put yourself or Daryl in danger.

You had been in the building for a little over 30 minutes and you had just climbed up a whole set of stairs, which didn't help the tiredness you felt.

"Stay here. Don't wonder off', okay?" Daryl said as the two of you had got to a door that was closed all the way. You nodded and stepped a little farther away from the door just to be safe. As soon as Daryl saw your nod he got ready and opened the door.

When Daryl became out of eye view you started to look further down the hallway. There were a bunch of things in the hallway, mostly trash, but something caught your attention. 2 doors down the hallway there were a bunch of children's toys.

Your mind got a little fuzzier and you started to walk towards the door, completely forgetting that Daryl had told you to stay put.

When you got to the door you crouched down to examine the toys - A lot of them were broken, most likely from being trampled over. The ones that weren't broken though didn't seem too fun to play with so you'd stood back up.

The door to this apartment was cracked open and there was a small bit of light coming through. You quietly pushed open the door and when It was open enough for you to fit through with trampling over things you stepped in.

There were a few more toys right in the entrance, but again, a lot of them were broken.

You looked around for a bit, being as quiet as possible until you found a room that belonged to a child.

The room was filled with toys and books and stuffed animals. A smile lot up your face and your brain got much more fuzzy - you were slipping much faster now.

You were happily looking around the room and grabbing things that you wanted. There was a cute backpack you found in the room that you were stuffing everything into.

As you were going to grab a stuffed animal you froze.

When you looked up you saw a walker coming into the room. Your eyes widened and your heart pace picked up. As quickly as you could you scrambled over to the closet and slipped inside.

You went to reach for the door but the walker was there quicker. You started to scream and scream and call out for your daddy, your eyes began to fill with tears and your breath quickened.

The walked fell to it's knees and crawled closer, teeth snapping open and close. You grabbed your knife and went to stab it but you missed it's head so you tried again and the knife got stuck. You put your hands out in an attempt to stop the walker from getting to you but it was much stronger and it was pushing your arms in and getting closer.

You turned your head to the side and pushed yourself as much into the wall as you could, "DADDY! HELP!" You screamed.

Your arms were about to buckle when the walker was pulled off you and you heard a thud across the room.

You didn't open your eyes, instead you brought your knees up to your chest and stuck your face into them, wrapping your arms around yourself.

After a second the gurgling of the walker stopped.

Your sobs where the only sound in the room. Daryl ran toward you and bent down Infront of you.

"Hey, babygirl, it's okay, daddy's here. Shh shh" he whispered. You lifted your head from your knees and look up at your daddy. The sight of you broke him, Your face was red and there were tears stains running down your cheeks. You had a runny nose and your eyes were bright red.

"Daddy- I- I'm sorry" you whispered out, voice cracking a bit. "Shh baby, it's okay", he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief (a clean one, which he kept just for you). He started to clean up your face, whip the tears away and clean your nose.

He lifted your shirt from your shoulder a bit to check for any sign that you had gotten bit or scratched but you had no injuries.

"come 'ere" he opened his arms and let you crawls into his lap and cry into his chest. "It's okay Daddy's here babygirl, daddy's here, shh" he shook you in his lap lightly.

After a few minutes of him rocking you back and forth, whispering sweet nothings to you and rubbing your back he went to stand up, picking you up with him.

"Was there somethin' you wanted in here darlin'?" He asked. You lifted you head and went to run your eyes with out hand and then you pointed to the bag with the other. "Dat".

Daryl walked over to where you had placed the bag and he picked it up. "M' wants day Bunny too daddy" you mumbled as you pointed to the stuffie you were staying to get earlier.

He bent down and picked it up for you. When he placed it in your arms you smiled and became distracted while he quickly got you out of the room, so you didn't have to the see the walker again.

"Come on, let's get back home and then we can play with your new toys and put on a movie, whatcha think about that babygirl?"

You looked up at your daddy and smiled, "Yeah, yeah!" You babbled then looked back down at the stuffie.

When you two got closer to Alexandria Daryl put you down for a second. Not everyone knew that you regressed and you didn't want everyone to know so he was making sure something that might give away your regression was showing.

He shoved the bag of toys you grabbed in his bag, trying to get in to pit and then he looked over at you.

You were ducking on a paci and playing with your stuffie. "Baby", you looked up at him, "can I please have you paci and stuffie for a while? I don't want anyone to be mean to ya".

Your frowned a little but popped the paci out of your mouth and handed them to your daddy. "Thank baby".

He shoved those in his backpack, making sure none of it was gonna fall out and then he picked you up again.

When Abraham saw the two of you coming towards the gate he called out for someone to open it. Glenn opened the gate and Daryl walked through.

"Is she okay?" Glenn asked. "She'll be okay, jus' twisted her ankle" Daryl answered, seeing as there were people who didn't know about your regression in ear shot.

When Daryl got the both of you back home and safe inside your house he set you down and let you run into your playroom.

Daryl took off his shoes and then followed you up there. He got the tv ready and put in a disc and let it play.

You were sat at the table with a coloring book and crayons and a few toys. Daryl brought the bag and sat it on his chair and grabbed your bag out of it and brought it over to you, placing it on the table.

Your face lit up and you opened the bag, taking out one thing at a time and showing it to your daddy.

Daryl watched you with a smile and everytime you would tell him about s new toy he would nodd and hum and sometimes saw a little something about them.

He made sure you forgot all about what happened earlier and made the rest of the day all about you.

He colored with you for awhile until you got too bored and the tv got more interesting. Daryl sat down on his chair and you sat on his lap and you snuggled up to him. You two watched the rest of the movie together and when it was over you were fast asleep in your daddy's arms.

Daryl look down at you and smiled. "Goodnight darlin', I love you" and be placed a kiss on your forehead.

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[bearcubstory]

hello!!! could i get some hcs of either cg carl grimes or cg daryl dixon pretty please?

have a nice day!!! \(^ヮ^)/

- @babieroachy

🐻 i sure can! i chose cg daryl, i hope you like it @babieroachy

🏹 carer!daryl headcanons

🐾 very protective! arguably moreso than carer rick or carer negan

🐾 daryl wont admit it to the others, but he loves 'cheesy' nicknames like papa bear. in general, his regressor will call him either papa or dada, those are his two favourite nicknames

🐾 i imagine if they're surviving in the wild and it gets cold, daryl lets his baby wear his vest for extra layers (no one else can wear it though)

🐾 he wont show it- other than through small outbursts- but he worries a lot about being a parental figure, especially because of his own upbringing. he never wants to hurt his baby, even if by accident

🐾 daryl tries to do voices for each of his regressor's toys whenever he joins their play time, but they all either sound ridiculous (squeaky and high pitched) or the exact same as his usual gruff voice

🐾 if you scare his baby, you wont make it out alive. he takes his carer role seriously, and this protective, fatherly nature comes easily to him

🐾 his regressor was able to ride on the motorbike with him ONE time because daryl was stressing so much about causing any injuries. now, they will always ride in a car with at least one of his most trusted friends present (rick, maggie, glenn, etc)

🐾 i think daryl would gravitate towards quite feminine and masculine names like babygirl, tyke (very american), unless his baby voiced otherwise, then he would adapt to their preferences

🐾 ^ daryl would definitely overuse the preferred petname at first, too. he is surprisingly overenthusiastic at being a carer in the beginning, because he wants to be the best for his regressor (if carer rick applies, he definitely competes to be the better dada)

[darylbae]

Always read your fics and enjoyed them from afar , , why not send a request ! ^^ Don't feel pressured to write this too this is a little weird now that I read it over and sorry for the long req ! ! >< Could you write some an angsty or fluffy oneshot of a reader infected with the deadly flu during (i think) early season 4 and Daryl determined to cure her of the sickness. Them both having conversations between the glass of the prison where the reader is just at the point of giving up and accepting they'll die by this flu and Daryl is trying to give them hope. There's the scene with the group who went to the veterinary (..?) college/university to grab medicine for Hershel to use where they find out Bob didn't grab shit and Daryl just goes off at him because the reader was so kind and generous to him wdym you only grabbed BOOZE?? And then it ends with the reader who's cured of the flu, running into Daryl's arms both relieved and happy that they can finally hold each other again. Which ends in Daryl showering them in kisses because yay they're cured ! The idea just came to me while I was laying at the beach, "If the reader, his lover, was infected by the flu how much more angry would Daryl be with Bob when he only grabs alcohol?"

quarantine — daryl dixon

in which the flu catches up to you, and daryl is stressed about losing you

note: my requests are still open!! i have a few to write but im still happy to accept them! <3

Your job prior to the apocalypse was a caregiver to the elderly, so you had experience with a lot of medication and general practice of caring for someone. It's why Daryl had become so drawn to you, seeing you care for your people, or even people from Woodbury that had just been taken in, you gave everyone the same love and attention regardless of time spent with them. Daryl hadn't realised his longstanding affection for you until this flu outbreak within your prison community. You'd volunteered to help everyone alongside Herschel, caring more about the well-being of others more than your own. Until you'd gotten sick. "It was inevitable, honey," you spoke, not having the energy to even raise your voice above a whisper, "I'm glad I kept everyone in here hydrated, fed, and stable. But we're not seeing any progress." Daryl was on the other end of the window, eyes staring intensely into yours, wishing he could touch you, wishing he could hear your voice clear as day and not muffled due to being separated. Daryl sighed in defeat. "You don't deserve this." "Nobody does, but we need medication, Dar." You admitted. "It's the only way for people to get better, otherwise, we'll die in here." The thought of losing anyone else was enough of a push to find some medication, but the thought of losing you was enough to get him anywhere. He'd ride for days, hell, he'd walk for days if it meant you could get better. "I'm taking a group out, I'll get ya the meds. Just rest f'me, okay sweetheart?" Daryl was pleading now, you could hear the whine in his voice. You nodded, coughing into your hands as you hobbled away.

Days had passed. You couldn't get out of bed most mornings, even as Herschel did his rounds. Usually you'd join him, making sure everyone had water and food. But your bones ached, your head was pounding, you were sweating through your clothes. "Why don't the caregivers care for themselves, hm?" Herschel asked, entering your cell with a pitcher of water. You smiled painfully, reaching for your cup and holding it up for him. "Not used to it, I guess.." You wheezed, stabling yourself before another coughing fit. "How is everyone?" "Good as they can be, I guess." "Any word on the meds?" You asked, wanting to take the moment off yourself and onto a cure. Herschel shook his head. "Daryl keeps asking about you, though. It's rather sweet, really." "He is. Contrary to how he acts." You smiled, the thought of how he only acted around you. You'd caught him smiling a few times, even laughing at your terrible jokes. "I know a man in love when I see one."

Herschel had alerted you that Daryl was by the window again, asking for you. So you'd made the effort to hobble out of your cell and over to the window. And Daryl almost collapsed at the sight of you. Pale, hunched over in pain, sweat dripping from your skin. Your once glowing skin replaced with dullness, dark circles under your eyes. "Hey," you whispered, your hand on the glass, "how are you?" "How are you?" He asked, matching your hand with his and the both of you craved the feeling of the other's skin on yours. This was pure torture. "I can't do this anymore, Dar." You tried to take in a deep breathe, but you would wheeze as you did so. "It's getting harder. To talk, to walk, to move at all." Daryl's brows furrowed, trying to hold in every ounce of emotion threatening to spill out of him. "I know, sweetheart, I know." "They really need those meds in here, they're not getting any better." You confessed, there was no point trying to hide it now, you'd be walkers in a matter of days. "I'm gettin' em, I promise. Jus' been findin' fuel and supplies for our trip, we're leavin' today." Daryl mumbled, doubts and fears running rampant in his head. "Jus' came to say goodbye and I'll be back for ya." "I know you will, when I'm better I want a nice hug from you. It's the least bit of affection I deserve." You smiled, matching his as he shoved his middle finger up at you. But you knew what he meant. You could wait to tell him you loved him too.

Daryl had gone with Michonne, Bob, and Tyreece to a veterinary college for the medication, but Daryl couldn't think straight. He hadn't realised just how much you meant to him until you were isolated away from him. And he wasn't going to keep it to himself anymore. "We're in and we're out." Daryl instructed the team, leading them into the building. "Grab everything you can." He was so focused on finding the names of everything he needed, shoving it into his bag, he had his sights set on his objective and nobody else. Walkers had become the least of his worries. Even when the escapes had been overrun with walkers, he'd found a window which took them out to a roof. "We can walk over this roof, get us away from 'em." Daryl suggested, helping Michonne through the roof and carefully out of the building. The four steadily climbed out, aiming to walk along and find a quiet place to drop down, but Bob had lost balance and almost let go of his bag. Daryl turned, seeing the commotion and seeing Bob so desperately clinging to the back, completely ignoring any sense of fear from the walkers. "Just let it go!" Tyreece called out, but Bob was adamant on pulling the bag up. And Daryl had leaned forward to retrieve the bag from him. "What's so damn important in here, huh?" Daryl mumbled to himself, unzipping the backpack and pulling out a bottle. A bottle of what looked like whiskey. "All that for a drink?" Daryl reached his arm up to lunge it away, but Bob let out a yelp. "Please," he pleaded, "don't. It's just for when it get's quiet." Daryl was seething, why should he listen to his cries? He was on a selfish solo-mission. "Just give it to him." Michonne sighed, still wary of her footing as the walkers were clambering for their feet. "I can't believe this shit!" Daryl exclaimed, Bob's eyes fixed onto the alcohol sloshing around in Daryl's hands. "Should've left ya to die out there, we been so nice to ya. Y/N's been so nice to ya, and ya don't care one bit." "You take a sip of this before these meds get in our people," Daryl stepped to Bob, a menacing expression on his face as he shoved the bottle into his chest, "I will beat your ass into the ground."

It was a silent trip home, Daryl in the front seat with his head on the window. He couldn't stop thinking about you, about whether you were dead or alive. He was praying for the latter, and Daryl never prayed. In his life, he was so anti-God but when it came to you, he'd try anything. So seeing the familiar prison gates, Daryl almost leapt out the car whilst it was still rolling. He'd taken the bags of supplies straight to the quarantine zone, throwing it over to Herschel and sitting impatiently by the window. The window you'd always talk at, pressing your hands against it together, the one he hoped wouldn't have to separate you any longer. He had nothing to do except wait. He'd anxiously play with the ends of his hair, biting on his lip whilst he waited for any signs of progression. He sat, completely alone, just waiting for you. Completely unaware of the time passing around him. It wasn't until Maggie spotted him, and approached him slowly. "Everyone's taken the meds, they just need rest." She confirmed, and his heart lifted. "She's okay, but I think you need some rest too." "Thanks." Daryl spoke softly, a small smile on his lips as Maggie had exited the quarantine zone. He'd only waited a little while longer, until admitting defeat for the night.

The next morning, Daryl was up and spent the morning outside. Fixing the fence, stabbing some walkers in the skull, the usual daily tasks for him now. He'd accepted that you'd needed your rest, at least you were alive. But the weight still sat in his chest, even knowing you were on the mend, he wanted you. He needed you. Bob's selfish actions yesterday were now but a passing thought, he was solely centered on you. So he'd eaten some food, spoken to Carol, gone about his day as he usually would. Except you were missing. It had gotten to the evening, the sun setting behind the trees and it was a sight he wished to experience with you. "Hey handsome," he heard behind him, his head snapping to the direction of your voice, seeing you stood, weakly, against a wall. "Oh my God," he tried to speak, but it came out as more of a whimper. He'd abandoned his smoke, throwing it onto the ground before wrapping you into his body. Feeling your skin on his, your voice blessing his ears, it felt too good to be true. "Dar," you croaked, "too tight." You giggled when he'd released you, brushing his hands down your back, not wanting to take his hands from you.

[ur-fav-is-agere]

Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead

Is a caregiver!

[babyboyagere]

5 times Daryl should have known you were little and the time he found out.

Chapter 6 - I gotcha

tags: Cg! Daryl Dixon, Litte! Male Reader, Classification AU/littles are known

You and Daryl had been dating for a few weeks, and it was marvelous. Alexandria had made you feel safe enough to admit your feelings to one another (you admitted and Daryl awkwardly agreed) and you were happily enjoying getting to know Daryl as a boyfriend.

You were worried, however, that he could tell you were a little. The more you got to know this side of him, the safer you felt around him. You fell asleep back to back with him every night, told him stories from your life before, and he told you about his. You had nearly slipped around him several times, but did your best to keep yourself in check.

That is, until you dropped a glass on the floor and broke it. The crash, the exhaustion, the cut you got trying to clean it up were all too much, and you curled into a ball sobbing, your headspace hitting you at once like a high-diver hitting the water. Daryl immediately rushed to your side, assesing the damage.

"Hey, 'sokay, I'm here. I gotcha,' He tried to get you to look at him, but you just grabbed his neck and hid your face in his shoulder, still crying. He sighed and lifted you up, setting you gently on the counter. You grabbed tighter, not wanting to be put down.

"I know, I know," He whispered soothingly, "I gotta clean up the glass real quick.''

After sweeping up the shards and dumping them in the trash, he picked you up again and carried you to the couch. He set you gently in his lap, rocking you back and forth, his caregiver instincts immediately taking over.

"Can ya tell me wha's wrong?" He asked softly. You could only cry, curling your face into his chest. Everything was too much, you were too small, too overwhelmed, too exhausted to even form sentences. Daryl just rocked you, content to hold you as long as you needed. After a long time, you were able to speak in small, hiccupy breaths

"I- m'sorry- small- s'toomuch-" you turned your face back into his chest.

Daryl immediately had a moment of realization. OH. That was why you bit your cuticules till they bled, that was why you wanted the surpressants, that was why you were always exhausted. Daryl held you tightly to his body, hoping somehow to undo years of damage the apocalypse did to you. Some littles never recover from longterm suppresion, and end up physically and mentally disabled.

"Can you tell me how old you are baby boy?" You held up two fingers. "Thats very tiny!" he said, in a voice you've never heard him use.

He rummaged around in his pocket for something, then popped a plain blue paci into your mouth. You immediately suckled on it, your hiccups and cries quieting down.

"There we go, little one," he continued to rock you back and forth, relishing the soft moment with you. You began to squirm, your back hurting from being in an awkward position for so long, so he adjusted, moving so you were laying flat on his chest.

"Feel better, cutie?" He asked, running his hands through your hair and scratching gently at your scalp. You nodded sleepily, barely containing a yawn. Now that you were safe, all you could do was drift to sleep.

"I gotcha, sweetheart. You're safe now."

an: hope yall enjoyed!! Reblogs are really appreciated and a great way to show me that you liked this fic:)

[littlestsheriff]

my agere headcannons pt 1 ꒱ ☆ˎ˗

regressors:

-ellie williams (tlou)

-lev benioff (tlou)

-yugi amane/hanako (jshk)

-ciel phantomhive (kuroshitsuji)

-hunter noceda (toh)

-amity blight (toh)

-homura akemi (pmmm)

-sunny (omori)

-gin ibushi (yttd)

-kokichi ouma (drv3)

-chiaki nanami (sdr2)

-mikey/manjiro sano (tokrev)

-gwen stacy (spiderverse)

-ken (barbie movie 2023)

-charlie spring (heartstopper)

flips:

-luz noceda (toh)

-willow park (toh)

-kel (omori)

-haruhi fujioka (ohshc)

-tamaki souh (ohshc)

-shuichi saihara (drv3)

-reki kyan (sk8)

-miguel o'hara (spiderverse)

caregivers:

-joel miller (tlou)

-abby anderson (tlou)

-dina woodward (tlou)

-daryl dixon (twd)

-sara shidouin (yttd)

-joe tazuna (yttd)

-kaede akamatsu (drv3)

-nagito komaesa (sdr2)

-hajime hinata (sdr2)

-rin okumura (blue exorcist)

-mami tomoe (pmmm)

-madoka kaname (pmmm)

-draken/ken ryuguuji (tokrev)

[captainhappyclaws]

☆ Headcanons List ☆

• I do edits and more about em :p

• hc are about sexualities, gender, sfw age/pet regression and neurodivergence

Trans Ftm!!

Bruce Banner Clint Barton Daryl Dixon Eddie Brock Matt Murdock Miles Morales Nico DiAngelo Peter Parker Wolverine Aaron Hotchner

Trans Mtf!!

Daphne Blake Enid Sinclair Gwen Stacy (atsv) Jean Grey Kate bishop

Enby!!

Bucky Barnes Eleven Evan Buckley Jonathan Sims Max Mayfield Mike Wheeler Mj (zendaya) Mulan (1998) Spencer Reid [Agender]

Bi!!

Aaron Hotchner (biro) Evan "Buck" Buckley Jake Peralta Spencer Reid

Pan!!

Penelope Garcia

Acespec!!

Aaron Hotchner Bruce Banner Clint Barton Eddie Diaz Matt Murdock Spencer Reid

Autistic!!

Aaron Hotchner Amy Santiago Bruce Banner Eddie Brock Glam (Metal Family) Matt Murdock Moon Knight system Penelope Garcia Spencer Reid Wednesday Addams

ADHD!!

Ches (Metal Family) Enid Sinclair Evan Buckley Jake Peralta Penelope Garcia

Agere / Caregivers!!

Bruce Wayne (pattinson) / Afred Eleven / Joyce Byers Evan Buckley / Bobby Nash, Eddie Diaz Nico DiAngelo / Will, Percy Harry Hook / Gil, Uma Harry Potter / Hermione, Ron Jonathan Byers / Nancy Wheeler Jonathan Sims / Martin, Tim, Sasha Neil Perry / Todd Anderson Percy Jackson / Annabeth Chase Spencer Reid / Hotch, Rossi Stiles Stilinki / Noah, Melissa

Petre!!

Evan Buckley; puppy reg Spencer Reid; kitty & puppy reg

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This means I already did it

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Could I please request a very soft and sweet moodboard for Daryl Dixon as a caregiver for a little who loves bunnies and has a soft bunny headspace? 💕🐰

Hiiii!!! I really hope this is okay!!! I made 2 slightly different versions as I wasn't sure if I liked the original version. Please tell me if this wasn't what you wanted!!! <333

[alittleplaytime]

Hihi! can you please do a cg!Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) board?

Thank you! :3

hi hunter! so excited to do another board for you, i hope this was good, i've unfortunately never seen twd (i know, blasphemous 😔)

however he seems to be a well loved character and i bet he'd be a good caregiver! he seems like the kind of cg to refer to his dog as your sibling (i find it very cute)

cg!daryl dixon board

[smallest-sunbeam]

🐶🐯🦄🐈 for ask game!! :D

🐶. Who are your fictional caregivers? Do you have a 'main' one?

Hannibal (nbc Hannibal) is my main one! But I’ve also been watching The Walking Dead and Daryl Dixon & also Michonne are my fictional cg’s too!

~

🐯. What would your ideal day with your fictional caregiver look like?

That’s a tricky question… I’m not sure 🤔 I’d just wanna spend lots of time with them doing lots of fun stuff like building blanket forts and colouring and watching shows I like!

~

🦄. Do they have any particular activities they like doing while you're regressed?

I think Hannibal would enjoy taking me on walks and also more structured activities like planned out arts n crafts!

Daryl would be the expert blanket fort builder!!

And as for Michonne… I dunno, maybe just get comfy on the couch together n watch shows ^-^ oh! I think she’d enjoy telling me stories as well!

~

🐈. Do they have any toys they like to play with you while you're regressed?

I can’t really think of any specific toys, but I feel like they’d all get super involved with my stuffies! Acting like they’re real and making sure they’re always involved in my day because they know stuffies bring me lots of comfort!

[aew-regression-cove]

My fictional caregivers

(will add to this as I see fit <3 & this will get as long as I want lol)

!!! I would like to make a disclaimer that me being attached to these characters doesn't automatically mean I agree with all of their actions !!!

Dino Divider

Coloured Names = Currently Most Active.

Comfort Actors. = *

Horror/Spooky/Dark:

David Powers. (the lost boys)

Michael Emerson. (the lost boys)

Eric Draven. (the crow)

Adam & Barbara Maitland. (beetlejuice)

Danny Torrance. (dr sleep) *

Egon Spengler. (ghostbusters)

Peter Venkman. (ghostbusters)

Dana Barrett. (ghostbusters)

Winston Zeddmore. (ghostbusters)

Ellen Ripley. (alien)

Seth Brundle. (the fly) *

Stu Macher. (scream)

Morticia & Gomez Addams. (addam family values)

Michael Myers. (halloween)

Laurie Strode. (halloween)

Ed & Lorraine Warren. (the conjuring)

Thomas Sharpe. (crimson peak) *

Daryl Dixon. (the walking dead)

Negan. (the walking dead)

Glenn Rhee. (the walking dead)

Hannibal Lector. (hannibal + silence of the lambs)

Lee Bodecker. (the devil all the time) *

Jareth/Goblin King. (labyrinth)

Tate Langdon. (american horror story — season 1) *

Marvel (+ X-Men):

Bucky Barnes. *

Peter Maximoff. * (Big Brother Specifically)

Logan Howlett.

Deadpool.

Remy Lebeau/Gambit.

Charles Xavier.

Erik Lehnsherr.

Hank McCoy.

Scott Summers.

Ororo Munroe.

Kurt Wagner.

Jean Grey.

Wanda Maximoff.

Frank Castle.

Matt Murdock.

Foggy Nelson. (daredevil)

Clint Barton.

Loki Laufeyson.

Mobius.

Moonknight System. *

Layla El Faouly.

Bruce Banner.

The Grandmaster. (thor ragnarok) *

Peter Parker. (tasm)

Eddie Brock & Venom.

Miguel O'Hara. (atsv) *

Hobie Brown. (atsv)

Johnny Storm. (fantastic four) *

Reed Richards. (fantastic four)

Scott Lang.

Steve Rogers. *

Peggy Carter.

Tony Stark.

Agatha Harkness.

Star Wars:

Obi-Wan Kenobi. *

Poe Dameron. *

Din Djarin. (the mandalorian) *

Kylo Ren. *

Han Solo.

Qui Gon Jinn.

Hunter. (the bad batch)

Tech. (the bad batch)

Crosshair. (the bad batch)

Wrecker. (the bad batch)

Echo. (the bad batch)

Captain Rex. (clone wars)

Anakin Skywalker. *

DC:

Harley Quinn.

Alfred Pennyworth. (batman)

Bruce Wayne. (batman 1989 + batman returns + batman forever) *

Edward Nygma/The Riddler. (batman forever) *

John Constantine. (constantine) *

Sci-fi:

Eddie Munson. (stranger things)

Jim Hopper. (stranger things)

Joyce Byers. (stranger things)

Klaus Hargreaves. (the umbrella academy)

Five Hargreaves. (the umbrella academy)

Ian Malcolm. (jurassic park) *

Alan Grant. (jurassic park)

David Levinson. (independence day) *

TV Shows:

Dean Winchester. (supernatural)

Castiel. (supernatural)

Archangel Gabriel. (supernatural)

Charlie Bradbury. (supernatural)

Bobby Singer. (supernatural)

JJ Maybank. (outer banks)

John B Routledge. (outer banks)

Pope Heyward. (outer banks)

Rafe Cameron. (outer banks)

Spencer Reid. (criminal minds)

Penelope Garcia. (criminal minds)

Aaron Hotchner. (criminal minds)

Luke Alvez. (criminal minds)

Emily Prentiss. (criminal minds)

Derek Hale. (teen wolf)

Peter Hale. (teen wolf)

Melissa McCall. (teen wolf)

Noah Stilinski. (teen wolf)

Peter Scarbrow. (higher ground)

Gregory House. (house MD)

James Wilson. (house MD)

Sherlock Holmes. (bbc sherlock)

John Watson. (bbc sherlock)

Ravi Singh. (a good girls guide to murder)

Jethro Gibbs. (ncis)

Ducky. (ncis)

Lucifer. (lucifer)

Catnoir. (miraculous ladybug)

Rosie. (hazbin hotel)

Dystopian:

Neo. (the matrix) *

Haymitch Abernathy. (the hunger games)

Finnick Odair. (the hunger games)

Minho. (the maze runner)

Newt. (the maze runner)

Gaming:

Joel Miller. (the last of us) *

Phillip Graves. (call of duty)

John Price. (call of duty)

Leon Kennedy. (resident evil)

Action + Fantasy + Misc:

Ransom Drysdale. (knives out) *

Indiana Jones.

Commander Mills. (65) *

Tangerine. (bullet train) *

Maria. (bullet train)

Hades. (hercules + descendents)

Mary Poppins. (disney)

Christopher Robin. *

Alice Cullen. (twilight)

Carlisle Cullen. (twilight)

Jasper Cullen. (twilight)

Oogie Boogie. (the nightmare before christmas)

Kristoff. (frozen)

Giselle. (enchanted)

Prince Edward. (enchanted)

Elle Woods. (legally blonde)

Bill Harding. (twister)

Jo Harding. (twister)

Iceman. (topgun)

Goose. (topgun)

Maverick. (topgun)

Hangman. (topgun)

Eggsy Urwin. (kingsman)

Agent Whiskey. (kingsman)

Harry Hart. (kingsman)

Tyler Owens. (twisters)

[kennarose1108]

Daryl Dixon x Reader (HE CHEATS, PART 2)

Over the last month you have been trying to keep your mind off things. Instead of Beth taking care of Judith like usual you took over the role as her caregiver instead, speaking almost all day and all night with her. Some nights Rick would panic, seeing Judith gone from her crib just to find you curled up in your bed with Judith in your arms both of you out cold. At first Rick wondered why you took such a big role with Judith... As much as you loved being around Judith before you did other things.

Like helping with the crops, going out on runs, etc. But now you seem to have completely changed, only spending time with Judith and not speaking much but sometimes helping Hershel with the crops... But you especially didn't speak about what happened between you and Daryl.

You hadn't fully grieved the loss of your and Daryl's relationship. Other than the night it happened you hadn't really cried about it and you tried your best to ignore it. Daryl on the other hand was a complete mess. He couldn't sleep, not without you anyways.. He barely spoke to anyone, only giving them light nods and if you were lucky enough one worded answers. He tried speaking to you... But you would just tell him you were busy with Judith or the crops and walk away without even looking at him during that entire 'conversation'.

The main group got so sick and tired of this situation they made up a plan... One you wouldn't like so much. "Hey Y/N." Rick says while walking over to you. You were sitting on the ground with Judith who was playing with some of her toys. "Hey Rick." You say with a smile. "Look I need you to go on a run today." Rick says and your smile fades. "Um.. I can't. I'm taking care of Judith." You say nervously. Rick smiles before bending down and picking up Judith. "Me and Judith are going to have a father daughter day. I need you to go." Rick says and you stare at him for a moment. "I... I need to help Hershel with the crops then." You say while standing up and turning to leave. "The crops have already been taken care of. And before you make any more excuses the water pipe is unplugged, food is being prepared and they don't need help, and everything is taken care of. Besides going out on a run." Rick says. You close your eyes in frustration. Fucking bastard.

"Fine. When am I going?" You asked while turning around. "Now." He says while walking past you. You follow him outside and you stare at your feet. You finally looked up and saw Daryl leaning against his motorcycle. You stopped in your tracks. "No." Rick stops too and stares at you. "Y/N we need more supplies." Liar. You all had a week full of extra supplies lying around.

"No." You repeat. Rick sighs. "Y/N. Please." You glare at him in frustration. "Fine. But you owe me." You whisper the last part. "Alright." Rick says while a chuckle as you brush past him. Daryl watched as you walked in his direction, still not looking at him. Daryl got onto his bike and you sat behind him, barely putting your hands on his waist. He started up his bike and began to drive.

As you two drove down the streets you barely held onto his side making you almost fall off at some points. He tried yelling to you that you needed to hold onto him better because you'd be making sharp turns soon but you ignored him. You honestly would rather fall off his bike and possibly break your neck than touch him anymore than you had to. But Daryl being the annoying bastard that he was he went to the side of the road and stopped the motorcycle, turning it off in the process. "Y/N you need to hold onto me tighter otherwise you'll fall off and hurt yourself." You ignored him again, staring off into the trees. "Look you can hate me all you like but I'm not letting you get hurt." You still ignored him. He sighed in annoyance. "Fine. Guess we're sitting here then." You moved your hands off his waist and into your lap.

After about five minutes of sitting in ear piercing silence Daryl got more and more agitated. "Can we at least speak like adults? You're acting like a child Y/N." You scoff with a smirk. "Piss off Daryl." You spat. "She speaks!" He cheers. You shake your head while continuing to stare at the trees. "Are you just going to ignore me forever Y/N is that your plan?" He asks. You ignored him again and instead of agitated he got pissed off.

"I'm sick of this shit. Y'know Y/N we're probably some of the last people on earth so you'll have to speak to me at some point." You chuckle. "Even if we were the last people on earth I'd rather die than carry a conversation with you ever again." He turned his head to the side to look at you through his hair. "What did you just say?" He asks. You ignore him again and he turns his head back forward. "You're a real bitch y'know that?" You chuckle again, turning your gaze onto your lap. "At least I don't whore around when things get tough Daryl. I have some self respect unlike you." He glared at the road and his breaths hardened. "I think now I finally understand." Your eyes flicked up to the back of his head. "Understand what." You ask, curious to what he was going to say.

"I think now I understand why your ex boyfriend would beat the ever living-shit out of you." You stopped breathing. Before the apocalypse you had an abusive ex who liked to beat on you for sport. You have scars all over your body from your many beatings and some surgical scars from your frequent trips to the hospital.

The last time you saw him was when the apocalypse started. Some walkers were trying to break into your shared home and he tried sacrificing you to get away. But lucky for you he got the karma that was waiting for him... As the walkers were eating his flesh you booked it down the street hearing his screams echo behind you. That's when you found Hershel's home, you were beaten, bloody and bruised and he took care of you. He also took pity on you. So you stayed on the farm with him and his daughters until Rick and his gang showed up and that's when you met Daryl. You and Daryl got together long before the 'incident' at the farm and you told him what happened to you. He understood and never made you feel bad about it or used it against you for having issues in the relationship. Maybe that's why you two have been arguing... Maybe you had such bad trust issues that instead of talking them out with Daryl you took your frustrations out on him.

But that wasn't the point here. He said an awful and very hurtful thing. Your heart began to race and your chest ached at the sudden rise of anxiety. Your breath hitched and in a sadden panic you got off his bike and walked down the road with tears blurring your vision. When he realized you were off his bike and walking down the road it hit him like a truck with what he said. "Fuck." He mumbled to himself while getting off the back and jogging towards you but keeping a distance.

"Y/N wait I didn't mean that." You ignored him. "Baby please I'm sorry." You shook your head as your bottom lip trembled. "Please get back on my bike we can talk about this when we get back to-" Daryl was suddenly stopped by you quickly turning out and swinging your fist to his cheekbone. Daryl stumbled back and held onto the side of his face. "Fuck you Daryl! Who the hell do you think you are?!" He looked at you in shock as you screamed in his face. "You don't get to fuck some other girl and think everything will be okay with a simple talk. And whatever small chance you had you just blew it." You stared at him like a rabid dog, feeling every single horrible emotion imaginable.

You then shoved him. And again. And again before your fists start to pound on his chest. You mumbled out profanities and a few 'I hate you's' in the mix of your hitting. Daryl sat there and took it, knowing he deserved it. You start to sob while hitting him and he thought that was enough. He grabbed your wrists gently and started to mumble your name until you stopped. Daryl moved your arms aside and took a step forward before engulfing you in a hug. You didn't hug back of course... You just rested your hands against his chest as you sobbed into the crook of his neck.

He hated himself. Even though you may have been a big reason why you two were arguing it was him alone that broke you both apart for good. He was afraid that you breaking up with him would hurt so he used something to cushion the fall but this... This was worse than anything he could've imagined. And now he had used something so sensitive and something you trusted him with against you.

"I want to go home..." You mumbled in between sobs. "I'll bring you home.." He sighed deeply. He then pulled away and you both walked back to the motorcycle. You decided to not act like a brat again so you wrapped your arms around his waist as he drove home. When you guys came back to the prison Rick greeted you both. "Hey that was-" You brushed past him with your head down, not saying a word. "Quick..." He watched you walk off into the prison before turning back to Daryl. He noticed the bruise on his cheek and he sighed. "What the hell happened out there?" Rick asks. Daryl looked at Rick for a few seconds before walking off himself, basically telling him he was a dick for forcing you to go.

Rick sighed again and shook his head in disbelief. 'Now what?' He thought to himself.

PART 3?

MASTERLIST

[keepingupwithcaryl]

First Part.

Carl Grimes - Aries. (Unafraid of conflict, determined, honest and direct)

Judith Grimes - Taurus. (Calm, logical, true, brainy and strong)

Lydia - Gemini. (Curious, comfortable, trust easily, ability to adjust and friendly)

Carol Peletier - Cancer. (Sensitive, reserved, protective, distant, very loyal and a caregiver)

Rick Grimes - Leo. (Bold, natural leader, ambitious, strong, fearless and stubborn)

Daryl Dixon - Virgo. (Hardworking, practical, intuitive, stubborn, easily frustrated and loyal)

[babyboyagere]

5 times Daryl should have known you were little and the time he found out.

Chapter 3 - Scared

tags: Cg! Daryl Dixon, Litte! Male Reader, Classification AU/littles are known

It had been a week since the prision had been attacked, and the anxiety hadn't lessned. Your whole family was dead or missing, and you didn't know where you or they were. The uncertianty that had plagued you since the governor attacked was exhausting, and it took everything in you to stay big.

Luckily, you were with Daryl. His constant presence was reassuring, and you trusted him to take care of you. It may be your littlespace betraying you, but with Daryl around you felt like everything would be okay.

"Y'alright?" Daryl asked, bringing you back to reality. You hadn't even realized you were zoned out.

"Yeah," you sighed, rubbing your eyes. "Tired, y'know?"

"Mhm," You two didn't speak for awhile. You just trudged through the wilderness, searching for somewhere to sleep for the night. The sun was begginging to set, and you were worried you'd have to sleep outside again, when Daryl grabbed your arm to get your attention. Immediately his touch, combined with his internal caregiver instincts that hung aroud him in an aura, made you feel soft.

"We might be in luck," he murmured, nodding to a white house that seemed to be abandoned. You gave him a grin.

The two of you diligently searched the house, checking for both living and dead threats. Once you had determined the place safe, you settled in for the evening, you in the living room and Daryl by the front door. While you longed for his warmth and comfort, you understood and respected his need for personal space. So, you were alone.

Still, anxiety chewed away at your insides, and you didn't want to be alone. You curled into a ball, knees tucked to your chest in an attempt to comfort yourself.

"Daryl?" You called from the living room, hoping he wasn't asleep. After a few minutes, he responded.

"Yeah?" You weren't sure what to say but you wanted him to talk to you.

"How come your never scared?" You asked softly. He sighed, unsure of how to respond. Daryl was growing more fond of you every day, and trusted you more than he'd like to admit. He could tell there was something different about you, a secret you guarded closely. He hoped you would start to trust him the way he was starting to trust you.

"I'm always scairt," he admitted after awhile. "But there's people to protect. People I gatta be strong for. 'Seasier to be strong when ya got people ya love,"

"I don't know how to be strong," you said, voice breaking. Immediately you hated yourself for how weak you were, for crying like the little baby you couldn't afford to be, not anymore. "Sorry," You whispered as you scrubbed your eyes with your fists, unsure if Daryl could even hear you cry.

Daryl felt bad for you, and the caregiver instincts within him moved him to go comfort you. Slowly and quietly he stood up and made his way over to you, crawling beside you and laying back to back against you. The gentle warmth from his body calmed you, and you stuck your thumb in your mouth.

"Thank you," you said after you were feeling bigger again.

The two of you slept side by side, comforted by each other's warmth and strengthened by your growing trust in each other.