#daryl op

[pick-a-poncho]

When did you fall for him?

When I saw the love in his actions.

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[pageslearntothink]

tale as old as time

tune as old as song

[paledarklight]

Consider...

CSI BETH and Tracker Daryl with a military/Special OPS background

@mistressheroine

@gneebee

[stunt-lads]

It's okay to not like a ship, that's fair, but don't post your hatred of said ship in the ships tag. It's not cute, it's baity on purpose, you're just being a nuisance and trying to ruin peoples day.

[vampyr-bite]

do you think they ever explored each other's bodies

[manie-sans-delire-x]

Daryl as a soldier?? Yeah thats going to work lmao. The most stubborn, independent, disobedient guy...

[gyroshrike]

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you guys remember that time lauren ridloff said a shower scene between these two would be nice

[pick-a-poncho]

Their best and most random traits

Chan: The happy noises he makes when cuddling.

Lino: Screaming while stretching and/or yawning.

Bin: Sporadic squeaky, cute noises.

Hyune: Purposely doing dumb things cuz he knows he's pabo.

Han: The way he stuffs food in the Jeekies.

Felix: All the different weird voices he does to be silly.

Min: Random barking out of nowhere.

Innie: How he laughs almost compulsively all the time.

[thedogsleg]

I gots 2 wathc letterkenny again.

[wolvietxt]

𝓭ay 𝓮ighteen.

daryl dixon and jealousy.

it had been happening more and more lately - this strange distance that seemed to creep in between you and daryl, settling into the spaces where you used to find easy conversation and shared glances. it wasn’t obvious at first; it was subtle, just a shift in the way his eyes wouldn’t linger on you as long, or how he would walk off without a word right after talking to you.

like today. you had been standing near the campfire, listening to jim explain his plans for fortifying the perimeter. it was a practical conversation, nothing out of the ordinary, but you could feel daryl’s gaze on you from across the camp.

when you finally glanced his way, he was already turning on his heel and heading off toward the treeline, his back stiff and his steps heavy. you hesitated for a moment, your brow furrowing, before excusing yourself from the conversation with jim.

you caught up with daryl a little ways out, where the camp started to fade into the woods. he was crouched down, messing with his crossbow strap, but there was something almost too deliberate in the way he fiddled with it.

“hey,” you said, stepping closer. “you’ve been disappearing a lot lately.”

“had stuff to do,” he replied without looking up, his tone rough and clipped.

you exhaled slowly. “you didn’t have to leave back there. jim was just talking about the camp’s defenses.”

“yeah, i heard,” daryl muttered, standing up and slinging the crossbow over his shoulder. “figured you had it covered.”

something in his voice stung, a hint of dismissiveness that made your chest tighten. you stepped in front of him, forcing him to meet your eyes. “what’s going on with you lately?” you asked, your voice softer than you intended. “you’ve been… distant.”

his gaze flicked away from yours, his jaw tightening. “ain’t distant,” he grumbled, trying to sidestep you.

“you are,” you insisted, taking a step to block him again. “if there’s something you’re not telling me - ”

“ain’t nothin’ to tell,” he interrupted, his tone sharper now. “just don’t got time to be hangin’ around talkin’ all day.”

you flinched at the way he brushed you off, the words hitting harder than you expected. “right,” you said quietly, feeling a bitter edge rise in your throat. “wouldn’t want to waste your time.”

daryl’s expression faltered for a split second, his eyes searching your face before his brow furrowed again. “didn’t mean it like that,” he mumbled, but there was still a tension in his stance, a reluctance that didn’t quite go away.

the silence stretched between you, heavy and unspoken, before daryl shook his head and turned to walk away again. this time, you didn’t follow him.

over the next couple of days, things didn’t improve. if anything, it got worse. you would catch him looking your way when he thought you weren’t paying attention, his expression almost unreadable, but whenever you tried to talk to him, he seemed to find some excuse to leave.

it wasn’t until a week later, when you were sitting on the outskirts of camp, that it all came to a head. you had been talking with jim again, going over the same defense plans - honestly, it was just to fill the silence in your day. but the whole time, you were acutely aware of daryl’s presence across the camp, the way he was watching you.

as jim finally wandered off, daryl approached, his strides purposeful. there was something different in his posture - something coiled tight, like a spring.

“he’s got you talkin’ his ear off every damn day now,” he said, his voice low and rough. “didn’t know you had so much to say about barbed wire.”

you blinked, taken aback by the tone in his voice. “what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, your voice edging with confusion.

“just seems like you found yourself a real good listener, is all,” he replied, not quite looking at you. “thought maybe you’d rather be talkin’ to him than wastin’ time on me.”

the words hit you like a slap, the bitterness in his tone cutting deeper than you expected. you opened your mouth to argue, to defend yourself, but the sting in your chest was making it hard to find the right words.

“that’s not - ” your voice wavered, and you hated how small it sounded. “why would you say that?”

daryl’s gaze finally met yours, but there was a darkness in his eyes, something wounded and raw. “don’t matter, does it?” he said, his voice rough around the edges. “you’re off talkin’ with whoever you want, don’t need me gettin’ in the way.”

the hurt welled up in your chest, stinging hot behind your eyes. you took a step back, your breath catching. “that’s not fair,” you managed to choke out, your voice breaking as tears blurred your vision. “you know that’s not true.”

he saw the tears brimming in your eyes, and the tension drained from his shoulders almost immediately, replaced by a look of sudden regret. “hell, i didn’t mean to - ” he started, his tone shifting softer, almost desperate. “i shouldn’t’ve said that.”

you shook your head, trying to blink away the tears. “then why did you?”

daryl let out a harsh breath, running a hand over his face. “because - ” he hesitated, like the words were fighting to stay locked behind his teeth. “because i keep seein’ you with him, and it’s like… i dunno. like you don’t even notice i’m around anymore.”

the confession hung in the air between you, heavy and vulnerable, and it was the closest he’d come to admitting how much he cared. it made your heart ache in a different way, the kind that was sweet and painful all at once.

“of course i notice you,” you whispered, your voice still trembling. “you’re the only one i’m always looking for.”

daryl’s eyes met yours again, and this time, there was no mistaking the relief in his expression, the way his features softened as if a weight had been lifted off his chest. “yeah?” he asked quietly, like he needed to hear you say it again.

you nodded, taking a step closer. “yeah,” you murmured. “but you’ve been pulling away, and i thought… i thought maybe you didn’t want me around anymore.”

“damn it,” daryl muttered under his breath, reaching out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear that had escaped. “you think i’d ever push you away if i didn’t have to?” his voice was low and sincere, roughened by emotion.

your breath hitched as you leaned into his touch, your hand coming up to rest over his. “then don’t,” you whispered. “don’t push me away.”

for a moment, the only sound was the quiet rustling of the wind through the trees. then daryl leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. “i’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “shouldn’t’ve said any of that… should’ve just told you what i was feelin’.”

“it’s okay,” you breathed, closing your eyes as you savored the warmth of his touch. “just… don’t make me wonder again.”

“never,” he promised, his hand gently slipping behind your neck as he pulled you into a tender, lingering kiss, the kind that spoke all the words you both had been too afraid to say.

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[bonklordrick]

THIS IS SO SOFT AND SWEET AND I 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔

Tremble

Plot: When an impromptu run gets Daryl hurt, you tend to his wound. (Season 3-4)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count:
 5.1k 

Warnings: blood! tending to injuries (its vague… but lots of blood mentions). typical twd gore/violence. 

A/N: hiii! here is the fic from the sneak peak I posted this week. I hope y’all like it <3 

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“Come on, Dixon,” you whimpered through clenched teeth, “it’s cold out here.” 

Rubbing up and down your arms, you huffed a breath you could almost see as you stood watch in front of the pharmacy. 

“Quit your whinin’, I almost got it.” 

You looked down at Daryl who, despite the cold breeze, continued to glare at the lock he picked— or tried to pick. Fiddling with the bent bobby pin, his concentration was almost contagious as his tongue swiped along his lips and your eyes narrowed.

A shiver racked your spine and with that as your cue, you turned back to the empty road ahead. Yellow and brown leaves lined the curb, rustling with every blow of bitterly cold wind. Autumn had taken on quickly this year, but at least this time around, you had a place to call home. 

You had friends. A family. 

Once again, your eyes drifted to Daryl’s crouched form. It’d only been a few months since you’d joined the prison, but you weren’t sure if there was anything you wouldn’t do for them at this point. And so when Carl fell sick with something, you and Daryl were quick to ride out. You happened to be the only one available to hop on the back of Daryl’s bike without notice— although, it did seem a little too coincidental when Maggie suddenly needed Glenn’s help after Daryl offered to venture out. 

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[gentlefangz]

ithink this is what tumblr would be like in the dogman universe: a simulator

😀 randomcivillian-956 follow

can those villain asshats get control of those goddamn monsters i have lost literally every single fucking thing thanks to those brainless pieces of shits last week a fucking T-REX SKELETON destroyed my fucking HOUSE and everything around it

🪻 inmylane-1999

how are you able to say those words

😀 randomcivillian-956 follow

what words?

🪻 inmylane-1999 the a word, f word, and s word

😀 randomcivillian-956 follow

oh i see you're one of the Collardale inhabitants. screw the fuck off your town is a CURSE

🪻 inmylane-1999

what did i do? :(

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🪰 greenweirdthingwithteeth follow

hnstly i dont get y Daryl hangs arnd that pig guy hes rlly mean & bad

🐊 piethrowingboss

didnt u help us go after him when he ditched us after the mini jail broke 2 bits?

🪰 greenweirdthingwithteeth follow

yeh butt hes still rlly mean & i was a lil moar concerned 4 Daryl

🐊 piethrowingboss

ohhhh kk

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🐕 zupabuddiezthezenutz

zomg did u guyz watch that new mini-documentary w/ Petey The Cat n Zarah Hatoff??? that waz tragickk..

#holy shart i have so much moar respect 4 him now..

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🌆 icareforyou follow

still dont know why people are supporting Petey Duckhat just because of that documentary, didn't he terrorize the city for more than a month or two?? ntm he quite literally MUTILATED Officer Knight and Greg The Dog's bodies bad enough with that bomb to where they had to become that sick and horrible abomination i have to stomach through seeing on the news every week.

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i know right?? like hes genuinely a horrible cat but people are supporting him for no other reason other than "oh hes a victim!!" like shut the fuck up and grow up.

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op i wouldn't say DogMan is sick and horrible, he seems to be in great condition despite such an accident and hard surgery to conduct, and looks perfectly happy. while i don't support Petey Duckhat either, you took it a step further and suggested that DogMan is currently in conditions horrible enough to render him an "abomination".

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dont you post tips for fucking evil monsters on your blog.

#LMAOOO dude was SLAUGHTERED so hard they deactivated #redogs

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🌭 24hotdogsatyourdoorstep

walking on the street with a small can of living spray in my pocket and the nearest cop explodes into blood guts and viscera

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🦷 bigmonsterinyourheart

okay i get that Dr. Scum is a real and kinda sucky person and all that but his labcoat kinda fucks!!

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✨ lookatthestars

Hot take or whatever but I don't think we should trust a guy who gets really distracted by squirrels and balls and a kitten who could easily get hurt to protect our city. Lightning Dude IS one of the better options as they ARE a highly durable and strong robot, but The Bark Knight and Cat Kid maybe aren't our best bets, they could get hurt easily and aren't exactly professionals.

Don't get me started on the Friendly Friends, I don't think we can trust two guys who JUST left the same exact trio that was responsible for that marshmallow factory's destruction (which left many injured, some DEAD), what if they're pretending? Also the bugs could easily get killed, they're small and fragile, the most work they can do without a high risk of getting smashed is spying on villains.

Commander Cupcake's a different story, as I'm pretty sure that guy only helped out, like, 3 times.

#anti-supa buddies #anti-friendly friends #twinkle twinkle little star

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🪁 lalalalala89

dude imagine if we were in a book rn and ppl were posting on tumblr abt us

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🎠 supastarr

remember, calico trans toms are perfectly valid! even cis toms can be calicos, and fur pattern doesn't determine exact gender, especially with fur dying technology nowadays! :)

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[pick-a-poncho]

SKZ's "Maniac" - Seungmin Fancam

Poppin', If you think I'm just pure and innocent, you're wrong

[willowslibrary]

so tender & bittersweet & perfect <3

"you can kiss me, you know" + daryl dixon... pretty please <3 I can imagine this being so soft

i don't think this is fluffy enough my apologies </3 || set in s4 when the claimers find rick + a little bit of sunshine!reader n grumpy!daryl

the fire crackles in front of you, tinting your skin in an orange glow that sends waves of heat down your body. what had started as a night full of screams and tears and pained grunts ended in erie quiet, only the wet squelches of a body being stabbed over and over again echoing across the small clearing.

now everything is quiet, even more so with daryl next to you who barely ever talks. especially when it’s his turn to keep watch. michonne and carl are trying their best to sleep in the backseat of the car, her fingers tenderly petting the young boy’s hair as he rests on her lap, hoping to make him forget about the man’s grabby hands– at least for a little while. rick, covered in blood and guts, is their strong guard, back pressed firmly to the door on the driver’s side. he’s staring straight ahead, barely even blinking. 

daryl’s gruff voice startles you. there’s a shadow cast over half of his face as he turns to you. “how’s your nose?”

you bring your hand to your face, gently pressing on your nose. it’s swollen, that much is impossible to deny, but it doesn’t feel broken. at least you hope it’s not. 

“s’okay,” you answer. “hurts a little to breathe, but i don’t think it’s broken.” 

he nods and looks back to the fire, chewing the inner side of his cheek, seemingly deep in thought. you guess he’s made up his mind about something because he grabs the handkerchief that hangs from his back pocket and the bottle of water next to your pack. not wanting to waste too much water, he wets the cloth just enough so that it’s good enough to clean a little, and turns to you. 

he gestures for you to get closer. “c’mere.”

you scoot over, turning your body until you’re facing him and automatically tilt your head slightly backwards with your eyes closed. he holds you in place by the jaw, a light hold as he sweeps the cloth across your upper lip, washing away the blood that dripped down your nose after one of the claimers bashed your head on the hood of the car when you tried to reach daryl. 

his eyes are focused as he runs his fingers down the bridge of your nose, feeling for anything out of the ordinary. “sorry,” he whispers when you hiss after he accidentally squeezes the middle of your nose. “s’not broken,” he confirms. 

“good,” you smile. he can’t help but wonder how you can be so happy after the night you’ve had. “i doubt i could get a nose job in these conditions. we’re a little too far from dr. miami.” 

daryl scoffs but doesn’t let go of the side of your jaw. he’s still looking at you, thumb brushing over your bottom lip, slightly swollen from the fight. you hold his wrist. “you can kiss me, y’know? my nose ain’t gonna break from it.”

it takes him a few seconds to press his lips to yours, his brain screaming at him words like “traitor” and “you don’t deserve her” and “you thought she was dead!”. but when he finally does, when you open your mouth to him and swirl your tongue around his, his mind quiets down. it’s like he’s being wrapped up in a blanket. like he’s being tended to from the inside out, warmth spreading all over him and healing the bruises that marr his skin. 

“i missed you,” you whisper when you finally pull away, forehead against his. 

“i missed ya,” he echoes. and then, because he still feels incredibly guilty, “i’m sorry. s’my fault. i’m sorry.” 

“shhh,” you murmur, pressing your finger to his mouth. “not your fault. you didn’t know– couldn’t have known.”

he screws up his face and looks down at the space of dirt between your bodies. “i knew they were bad.”

“you were alone. and you tried to stop ‘em. that’s all that matters,” you say firmly. when he doesn’t say anything, you grab the sides of his face and force him to look at you. “it’s not your fault.” 

even though he doesn’t agree, he nods anyway. he doesn’t want you to keep fighting him on this. doesn’t think he deserves your comforting words, either. he just wants to hold you in his arms to make sure that you’re real and not a figment of his imagination. so he spreads his legs apart so you can settle between them and holds you against his chest, kissing the top of your head several times.

[my-mt-heart]

You saw the true Norman in that interview clip, getting petty and bitchy at Caryllers who are upset Caryl isn't happening. AMC baited us for months and months using our ship name. What else are we going to do? AMC was saying we were getting Caryl, they used the hashtag Caryl. Now we're not getting it and now it's our fault for expecting it, we are delusional Karen's apparently. Now we have Norman getting pissy and shifting it onto Melissa, saying she is an EP, if she were eager for Caryl she'd have made it happen. He is implying it's her choice and therefore her fault and not to come at him. This is the man who joked Carol was Daryl's mother, who has allowed the assassination of Daryl's character and spends his time on Tumblr liking posts condemning Caryllers for speaking out because the OPs are virulent Donnie or Bethyl shippers.

Melissa has been very discreet and tactful because she knows she's basically absolutely outnumbered and outgunned by Norman and the EPS. All she can do is be diplomatic and give us a graceful performance as Carol. I think she knows it's a waste of time fighting and resisting because she would be crushed really by the chauvinistic megalomaniacs around her

Nobody should make personal attacks or threats, but fans investing their time and money into a show do have every right to criticize the storytelling, especially if the marketing led them to believe they were getting something entirely different.

A woman in Melissa's position has to walk on eggshells or else she risks getting labeled "difficult to work with" or worse, fired (again). It's not denial of her agency or a measurement of her strength. It's just how misogyny works and at this point I don't think I have to lay out just how bad the misogyny is, do I? That's why she needs allies on the show and why she needs her fans to be loud for her.

[collecting-stories]

I have a TWD request if your up for it! I just started the series again and was thinking of a Daryl or Glenn x reader where the reader was a senior microbiology student in college at the time of the outbreak and was doing an internship at the CDC. That's where she meets them and ends up joining their team when they leave

CDC - Glenn Rhee

Summary: Glenn reassuring the reader as they drive away from the CDC.

A/N: I couldn't remember everything that happens at the CDC and didn't wanna rewatch the episode/s so this just a short blurb that takes place directly after the place blows up. Also I killed Andrea to further my "Emily hates Andrea" personality trait.

The Walking Dead Masterlist

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“I delivered pizza,” Glenn mentioned, the RV hitting a pot hole as it pulled off the curb. It rattled your whole body, shaking you left to right and knocking you against Glenn. He steadied you with an arm around your shoulders over the back of the booth seat.  

The fire that was raging behind you was bright in the middle of the day and you were almost convinced that you could still feel the warmth of it inside the RV with the windows up. You could definitely hear the sound of the walkers that were attracted to the fire, moaning and dragging themselves into combustion.  

“What?” You turned your head away from the window for the first time since you sat down in the booth seat of the RV and looked at Glenn.  

It had been Rick that had offered you the chance to leave with them when Jenner locked all the doors. It’d seemed silly to agree to the notion of leaving when you knew the steel doors were impenetrable once they came down. But you agreed anyway because dying wasn’t on your list of things to do. And now you were here, in the RV with Dale driving and Glenn sitting next to you, following the other cars of the other survivors in the ragtag group that had broken into the CDC the night before.  

More had happened in 12 hours than had happened in the last two months.  

“Before, you know...dead people started roaming around.” Glenn explained, moving his arm from off your shoulder and leaning his elbows on the table. His arm was still pressed against yours in the small space.  

“You delivered pizzas?” You clarified.  

“Yeah. Yup.” He replied, “I know that, whatever that was, was way more important than delivering pizza, just figured...it might make you feel better?” Glenn scrunched his face up to show his confusion as he ran a hand through his hair. When he’d started talking he was sure he had an actual point to make but now he was struggling to remember what it was.  

When you’d agreed to come with them he’d offered a spot in the RV right away. With Jackie and Andrea gone it seemed somehow like he’d jinxed the situation and he was trying desperately to say something to make up for the silence that lingered in the two women’s absence. You hadn’t said much in the CDC and you’d said even less since they got outside but Glenn had spent the entire dinner the night before unable to stop stealing glances at you. Not in a creepy way, he’d assured Dale when the older man inquired, he just thought you were beautiful and he hadn’t exactly been in the position to see too many attractive people lately.  

“I was doing my co-op at the CDC...it’s like an internship while I was in school...I was working on my senior thesis when the outbreak happened and, didn’t know what else to do so I went to work. Which I guess was better than staying at my dorm, in hindsight, but maybe also worse cause I got stuck with Jenner.” Being away from most of civilization for even the short period of time that you had found yourself had clearly given you a knack for oversharing.  

That and a cute guy was currently giving you all of his attention, which was also a bonus.  

“You all seem pretty familiar with what exactly is going on out here.” You mentioned, looking back out the window as the RV continued down the freeway, back toward Atlanta. “I’ve studied some postmortem samples up close but haven’t actually seen anyone like...be undead?”  

“Oh man, you should’ve seen Rick and I. A couple weeks back, I think, got stuck in the city on a run...it was gross...” Glenn launched into the harrowing story of his survival through a crowd of the very undead that you’d referenced, adding a few embellishments for the sake of keeping you interested in the story. 

As he spoke you looked up toward the front of the RV, catching Dale’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He turned and smiled at you before looking back at the road ahead. In the back, T Dog was sleeping, though you were completely bewildered as to how someone could sleep after what you had just witnessed.  

“If that’s what I have to look forward to,” you finally said as Glenn’s story came to an end. You had missed bits and pieces of it but could put together all you needed to know, you were far in over your head. Alive, but over your head.  

“It’ll be okay,” Glenn promised. He laid a hand over yours and squeezed, the reassuring look back on his face again, “we’re together and we take care of each other. I promise.” 

You nodded, “I’ll just stick close by you, how’s that?”  

“Yeah, yeah, that works. Stay by me, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Glenn replied. It wasn’t exactly a promise that he could make, especially when he had no idea where they were going to end up now that the CDC was out of question, but he fully intended to do everything in his power to keep it. He couldn’t let anything happen to you, he felt far too much hope when he looked at you to let go of that.