#daryl dixon 🏹🐇

[chl-owo-e]

(Daryl Dixon x Fem! Reader)

Warnings; Smut, anal-ish, doggy style,

—Daryl loves seeing you writhing in pleasure, even if he cant see your face. He just loves to see your body shaking as you grip the beds sheets. Your back arched every time his hips met yours, as your moans would get louder and louder each second.

Daryl cant help but watch your ass jiggle with every smack he gives it. He especially cant help the pulse of his dick whenever he sees your taut little hole tighten with every noise you make. Daryl trailed his hand from your hips and over your stinging ass and to your hole. His thumb graciously traces over it lightly trying to see your reaction.

Your body shakes when you feel his thumb against your sensitive skin. “N-no, please Daryl—its too much.” You could feel the drool from your mouth dribble down your chin. Your hand reaches back to try and grab at his hand to stop his advances. “Hmn, you don’ wan’ me to touch ya there?” He grumbles between the movement of his hips.

Daryl chocks up his spit and pours it down the curve of your ass. You could feel the warm substance slide across your hole and down past to where you and Daryl were connected. Your whines became unnoticed to Daryl, he seemed to be in his own world. His thumb was still at your hole, next he gently pushes through. Your voice gets louder and more whiny at the pressure in your lower region.

“Mhnn, Daryl! Please, please!” You seemed to be way out of it, you were already begging for nothing and Daryl hadn’t even gotten far. His thumb only had the tip disappearing inside of you. Yet he also felt the same way, the feeling of you wrapped around him tightly made his mind go blank.

Except with the thought of you, only you.

[infectedhusband]

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[Updated: 11/22/2024]

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[chl-owo-e]

『Beautiful scar』

(Daryl Dixon X Fem! Reader)

Warnings; Smut, back scar from surgery, prison era, Doggy position, cussing, hair pulling,

Synopsis; Daryl loves your back scar that lines up on your spine, he especially cant help himself touching and kissing it when he fucks you from behind.

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—Your loud high-pitched moans filled the darken cell, currently Daryl was sloppily rutting his hips against yours. Your hand grips the knitted sheets as slobber dribbles down your chin. Daryl always managed to turn you into a mindless mess, always shoved you into a subspace.

“Fuckkk,” You moaned out before Daryl pushed your head down with your face in the mattress. “You gotta stay quiet f’ me Doll.” Daryl grunts and continues to move himself in and out of you. “Don’ want anyone hearin’ you.” He continues in your ear when he pulled your head back with your hair.

His chest was laying on your back and continued to rut his hips into you like a mad man. “Im so- Im so close daryl!” You whine in a mere whisper. Daryl hums as his hips dont waver in pace, his hands wrap your hair in a ponytail and moves it out the way as he leaves kisses and marks on your scar on your back.

He drops your head unraveling your hair from his right hand. Daryl rubs the same hand all the way down your back to the end of your scar. With his left hand he grips your hip roughly and continues his abuse on you. “Dar- Daryllll, Im gunna cum, oh god!” You basically cried out. Daryls hand that was on your back traced your scar softly and that seemed to finish you off.

“Daryl, fuck im cumming!” Your face was a wet mess, you were writhing in pleasure and over sensitivity as Daryl went on with his brutal pace now wanting to cum himself. His grip on your hips left a good red mark of his handprint. Loud grunts left Daryls mouth as he spoke “Youre such a good girl, making me feel this good, making me cum.”

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A/N;This was heavily self indulgent bc i have a back surgery scar 🤪🫶 (Scoliosis surgery)

I hope this was good 😭

[chl-owo-e]

(Daryl Dixon X Reader)

-They first gotten to Alexandria-

Daryl going down on the Reader of the first time in a bed since the prison :(

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this would be the first time in a while that they had been so close to each other since the fall of the Prison.And since then you and Daryl had been separated. You had Judith when you ran from the burning building that you once called home. You had left the baby with Carol and Tyreese when you had found them and went off to find Daryl. Yeah you felt bad doing that to them, but your red neck man is more important.

Terminus was when you disappeared again, Carol had thought you died and never brought you up to Daryl. It wasn’t till the two of them went looking for Beth that she said a word about you. Daryl had already knew that your disappearance was taking a toll on him, he felt heartbroken when he didn’t see you anywhere with the group.

But it all changed when he bumped into Noah and spoke of Beth and you. Daryl had a new found sense of clarity, he needed to find you at whatever cost. When he saw you standing there un harmed except a few bruises relief took over his body.

Now he wants to show you everything, everything you mean to him, every single emotion he wants to make you feel. He never felt so at peace before, in between your legs giving you the most pleasure you want (even tho hes just doing this for him). His mouth is buried and his lower face is soaked with your juices.

Daryl just lazily makes out with your pussy leaving nothing un touched. Your legs would clench around his head every now and then giving him a good squeeze but Daryl would never get tired of that feeling. Everything feels so heavenly, your lower half being so sensitive it hurts yet it feels so good.

Daryl would spend hours like this, having you scream his name out even while some of the group is home. Him especially has no shame when he wants to show off who is woman is even tho hes more of a “Im your man ill do whatever you want me to.” type of guy

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A/N; Thinking about using part of this in my fanfic, but other than that i just wanted to write this down. (Even tho its prolly bad)

[chl-owo-e]

-{Sing a song for me}-

(Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary; Daryl catches you singing softly to baby Judith in your cell.

Warnings; Prison era, fluff, small angst, baby fever, situationship,

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—The brown haired blue eyed man heard soft singing down the echoey cement halls in the prison. He had thought he was the only person in the cell block, while everyone was outside doing chores.

The singing had came to a stop before a baby fits up and cries. He follows the noises to a familiar cell, Y/n’s. He peeks past the off white blanket that was tide to the bars and into your well decorated cell. There you stood with Judith wrapped into your feint scarred arms.

“Stars shinin’ bright above you.” Y/n’s voice picks up again. The soft cries that left Judiths mouth silenced not long after. “Night breezes seem to whisper I love you.” You had continued to sing for her. Your arms had rocked Judith back and forth as you paced through your small cell.

You seemed too focused on Judith to notice Daryl watching you from afar. He continued to stay silent and listen to your voice as you sang ‘Dream a little dream of me’. The man thought it was nice that you decided to take care of the baby this time. He never seemed to think of you as a family person either.

“Birds singin’ in the sycamore tree.” Your sweet voice had snapped him out of his thoughts. Baby Judith had her hand wrapped tightly around your pointer finger and a smile graced your face. “Dream a little dream of me.”

You seemed to have stop your singing by the looks of how Judith was snoring. Daryl stayed in his position of watching you as you had sat down on your bed and laid the small curled up baby to sleep. “I didn’t take you to be a singer.” Daryl spoke softly, not wanting to wake up the little girl.

“Im not.” You had replied to him after you had jumped from the sudden voice. “You heard everythin’?” You had shakily asked as you picked at the rips of your jeans. You felt to embarrassed to look at him. You already didn’t feel to confident in your singing voice and you didn’t want to add Daryl to ‘Never sing in front of them’ list you have mentally saved.

“Yea, its not too bad. At least its not those happy go lucky songs Beth be singin’.” He chuckled and walks inside your cell. It had been a couple of weeks since hes been in there. The cement walls were covered in drawings of the team. One picture of your family, and some other miscellaneous stuff.

Daryl would say your cell would be the only cell he would sleep in. As it reminds him of an actual well decorated house, and it has one of his favorite people in here also. Even if he would never tell you that personally. You had awkwardly giggled back while you were thinking of a way to keep the conversation going.

“I’ve always been wanting to be a mom, Ya know.” You looked away from the redneck and turned to the sleeping beauty that was sucking on her thumb unconsciously. “I was close to being one too, but the end of the world happened and everything went on pause since then.” You continued when you didn’t hear Daryl reply back.

“You would be a great mom.” He could only say back to you. The thought of you pregnant with a child did something to him, something that he was scared if he acted on it that he would scare you. “Thank you Daryl.” You finally looked at the man and smiled. “I bet you’d be a great dad.” You watched as Daryl sat next to you on the cot, his body stiffening when Judith had shifted from all the commotion.

You almost let out a sigh of relief but it was all too soon. Judiths cries again, except this time it was louder. Your face had scrunched up as she cried loudly. You picked the girl up and rocked her around the cell in your arms. Her cries seemed to slow down to a minimum but she still was hiccuping.

“Daryl, would you be a doll an’ get a bottle o’ milk for her please.” You were still focused on Judith to notice that you called Daryl that name. He hummed in agreement as his face seemed to get slightly colorful. It didn’t take long for the man to have the bottle in hand and back at your cell door.

Your body was still swaying with Judith in your arms. “Here, let me feed ‘er.” You turned to him not thinking he was so close to you. Now you were face to face with him, his breath was fanning over yours. Leaving your cheeks to get to a pretty shade of rouge.

“Yeah, here.” You finally reply to him. You transferred the hungry child in your arms to his. Feeling the muscles in your palms flex when he holds tightly onto Judith. The two of you stared into each other eyes for more than a minute. Daryls pretty blue eyes were scanning over your face like it was trying to print it inside his brain.

Silence had taken over the room till Judith decided to bring you back down to earth. You apologized for nothing and walked out with a mumble that you were going to help Carol with something. Daryl watched as you left him in your well decorated cell. Wanting to stop you, but he makes no move to do so.

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A/N; I got the idea to write this on the bus while I was listening to all my favorite 60’s music 😻🫶

[chl-owo-e]

★-{Wild Sunflowers}-★

(Daryl Dixon X Reader)

Summary; Stumbling upon each other, with weapons pointed straight in the other's face. Nothing was lost yet there was a lot to gain, but for what?

Warnings; Slow burn?, TWD stuff, blood, gore, wounds, killing of animals.

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[Chapter One/001]

-(It’s mine)-

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—The morning air was cold and stale, and the sound of crows were still cawing throughout the cloudy pale blue sky. You held onto the black strap of your bag as you continue to walk through the dense woods. Leaves, sticks, and rocks breaking under your feet leaving crunchy noises below.

Beads of sweat was dribbling down your face, as you made your way breaking branches and grass. All of your senses were in hyper drive, any noises that were made were louder than anything. Currently you were crouching with your bow in hand and pointed at a helpless brown rabbit.

The animal looked around the wooded scenery, the ears were on high alert from any other being trying to get it killed. You take a shallow deep breath before you shoot at the animal. There was a small squeak that left its mouth right before it died. You happily stand up and run towards your food. A small laugh leaves your lips, you pull the arrow out of the neck and picked up the thing by its ears

Next you wrapped some thin rope around its neck so you could hold it better, then you tied the rope tightly to the handle on your dark green backpack. Taking another breath you continue on your journey to absolutely no where. You had nothing in mind when you had left the sanctity of your home. You didn’t even think you could have lasted this long. Even though its been a month, it still feels like no one is alive except for you.

The only place you had in mind was somewhere far far away from others, and somewhere that is safe from the undead. You had no clue what had started this, seemingly you didn’t care. You didn’t want to know anything about this ‘virus’, as you didn’t want to accept that there is no cure and the government is not going to save you. Sleep was still evident in your eyes, as your eye-bags were puffy and a dark color.

Forcing your yawn to stay down, you push through the woods. Its wasn’t long till you found tracks in the softish soil. It was a adult males shoe prints. You continue to look around for more tracks hoping its not a group trying to ambush you. Thats until you felt eyes on you, your body tenses thinking quickly on a way to stay calm and not to get killed.

But on second thought if they wanted that they would have shot you, unless they dont have a gun. Either or you continued to walk forward slowly. Your heart rate was speeding at an alarming rate, and your eyes continue to scan the woods around you making sure not to stare too long at the area you feel like you’re being watched at.

With shaking hands you ready your bow and arrow in a position where you can easily shoot. You felt the person stalk closer to you, the only thought that roams in your head is death. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ Is repeated over and over again. Just hoping the guy makes a sound so you could look at who was about to kill you.

God seemed to be on your side as a stick snaps under the persons foot. Without thinking you spun around to face them. You sucked in when you saw the man in front of you. He looked like he knew what he was doing out here. He had short brown hair, a noticeable mole above his lip, and most importantly he had a crossbow loaded and pointed straight at you.

Your body seemed to tense more than you thought it could. Your head was racing with every question on earth. Your breathing was shortened whilst you got a good look at the man. Your body was shaking and the tension in the air gotten thicker and thicker. It felt like it was silent for years before he spoke in a raspy southern accent.

“Hand over your rabbit an’ nobody gets hurt.” As he spoke he walked to the side trying to get a good angle at what you have. “The only person whose gunna get hurt is you, so I suggest you walk away with your tail between your legs while you can.” You mustered up a strong voice but failed miserably as there was a shaky undertone.

The man scoffs out a dry laugh, he knew you couldn’t do anything to him. Yet he still understood that you had a bit more control over the situation than him. With your bow, depending of your reflexes you could kill him faster than he could pull the trigger to his crossbow. “I need that rabbit more than you, so I suggest hand it over.” His country accent became deeper as the sentence ended.

He wasn’t playing around, but you weren’t either. You had just caught this thing your not gonna hand it over to some guy that points his weapon at you. ‘Who does he think he is?’ your body slowly stops shaking as that thought makes its rounds in your head. ‘Who does he think he is?’ Your face scrunches up at him with a scowl.

“I don’t care that you ‘need this more than me’. I caught it, it’s mine, so fuck off and find you your own food.” Your voice came out firm this time, you clench your weapon tightly ignoring the small ache in your palms from your nails digging into it. His eyebrows furrow in anger before he yells directly at you.

“Just hand me the goddamn thing you fucking bitch! Or you’ll become one of those walkers before you know it!” He continues to yell profanities at you letting his anger get the better of him. Everything was directed at you, even his full attention. He didn’t seem to notice one of the undead people walking behind him on his right side (or your left).

Before he knew what was coming you shot straight at the undead. Bullseye, the dark red blood squirts out of its eye and drops to the leafy ground. The man was in a shocked state, the blood from the walker had splattered onto his cheek. Even though it wasn’t much it was still visible from where you were standing.

He had dropped his crossbow from pointing at you once he figured out what you had done. He had looked back and seen the creature lying there lifeless. “You have a bit of something there on your face there.” You teasingly point out to him, like it wasn’t obvious to him. He quickly wipes off the blood that stained his cheek. It wasn’t long till you continued to talk to the man.

“Look, Im willing to make a deal with you.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “Ill give you this animal, and in return let me stay at your camp for a while.” You finished your statement before you walked towards the rotten corpse and violently yank out the arrow from its eye.

The guy kept a reasonable distance from you, considering your proposal. You stood away from him and stared off till he gave you an answer. “Fine, but if you do anything to harm me or the group ill kill you right then and there, you got it?” He walked closer to you with every word that came out of his mouth.

“Aye-eye captain.” You agreed in a monotone voice. He rolled his eyes and scoffed right before you walked off, presumably to his little camp site. You followed behind leaving a big gap in between the both of you. You were greatful that hes letting you stay at his camp for a while. But you are also regretting your decision to give him the whole rabbit as it was a fairly large one.

The two of you continued your walk in silence, which is giving you time to think about what had happened over and over again. You didn’t even ask for his name, nor did he ask for yours yet you didn’t really care for his name at all. You only felt a strong annoyance to the guy, you had just met him but he just reeks of ‘Im better than you’ vibes.

It wasn’t long till you reached a clearing from out of the woods. Even when the two of you gotten that far you still felt the need to have yourself ready to attack him just in case this is just a whole elaborate trap to kill you. Your dominant hand clenches on your blade that you have strapped to your thigh. Your heart rate speeds up again and your hearing is focused on your surroundings as your brain only focused on the red neck man in front of you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard laughing and screaming from kids playing. Your body slowly relaxes again when you see a RV and some tents signaling that a lot of people stayed here. You where snapped out of your head by the red neck speaking again. “We’re here, give me the rabbit.” His voice was annoyed as his hand was reached out for the dead animal.

You take off your bag and cut the string that held the poor thing to you and you handed it to him. As your hand touched his rough ones you heard another male’s voice. It was an older one, and it led to a old man in his 50s perhaps maybe older. He had a rifle strapped to his back as he jogged towards the both of you.

“Daryl! You got something?” He didn’t seem to notice you as you were behind him crouching at your bag. “Someone is more like it.” You guess his name is Daryl grumbled under his breath. The older man questioned him before he looked down and spotted you. “Oh, you found a drifter. Are you lookin’ to stay here with us?” The oldie spoke as he put his hands on his hips and took a breather. “For as long as Im welcome here.” You decide to play it off nice for now, you didn’t want to cause too much trouble when you only just got there.

“Im Dale, I own that RV right over there, if you need me just holler.” He smiles right at you. “Of course, Im Y/n I hope I wont need anyones help. I dont want to burden people.” You smile back to Dale. “Oh don’t worry about that. You’re always welcome.” Dale waves his hand around in front of him. A guy yells for Dale and you make your goodbyes and he left with a smile.

‘He’s nice, I guess.’ You nervously thought about meeting all the others. Not wanting to come off too nice and people get attached to you. But also not wanting to come off too mean and people want to kick you out of the camp. So you’ll just stick to how you’re already doing things. Be nice, but dont get too close with anyone. “Hey Dar-?” You spoke but as you looked around the man was gone. Apparently Daryl gad left you when you were talking with Dale, now you’ll have to figure out where you will sleep for the night on your own.

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A/N; First chapter to the fic- I hope I will always have the energy to keep up writing this :)

[chl-owo-e]

Daryl Dixon is such a little meow meow 😻

[chl-owo-e]

hey! i love your writing! i’m not sure if you’re taking requests for daryl dixon if not feel free to ignore!

but if you are, would you be able to write a fic about when after the line up with negan and daryl’s taken he gets back and the reader and him have a few fluffy moments while she patches him up? and maybe he’s a bit hesitant to being touched after everything he went through but he lets her look after him anyway.

thank you ❤️

Omg! Thanks 😻🫶

Sorry it took so long to respond to this, I had to catch up on the series.

-{Aiding him}-

(Daryl Dixon X Reader)

Summary; Thanks to Jesus, Daryl was brought back safely. But nothing was the same, it was like Negan took every bit of life from him as well.

Warnings; Fluff, small angst, Negan (hes a whole warning by himself), set in the kingdom,

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—Terror could only describe your feelings about Negan. The horrors he committed in-front of you and the whole group was something unimaginable. Nightmares would fill your head of the squelches of Glenns and Abrahams brains. And only when it’s quiet its like you can still hear their voices.

Daryl was the last straw you had, watching him get taken away in that truck while his shoulder profusely bleeds. You couldn’t do anything being held at gun point, you yelled his name and begged but nothing came out of it.

Now you were here, in the Kingdom next to Ezekiel as one of his ‘guards’. Even if it had been a week or so since everything happened and since you left Alexandria in hopes to finding Negans hideout. You never stopped thinking about Daryl. Currently your eyes were fixated on the walls of the theater trying to pass time as you tune out Jerry humming some long lost Disney song.

Not even 5 minutes later Shiva growls in a low tone as she stands up next to Ezekiel. You turn your head to the tiger and watch where she was looking at. Then you look in the open red carpeted hall. First you saw Jesus then the rest of your group came in, your eyes widened in shock as you dropped your sword on the stage. There he was standing there and awkwardly moving side to side on each foot.

It was like everything around you was spinning, and the whole world went silent. Your legs slowly moves by themselves and walk you off the wooden stage. They slowly bring you to a jog towards Daryl, your brain didn’t want to believe it. It didn’t want you to feel relief only for you to wake up back in your bed with everything gone again. You came to a stop three feet in front of Daryl. The 5’10 man looks towards you with a sad smile as tears brink the edges of his eyes.

A happy sob leaves your mouth and you finally close the gap between the two of you. His big arms wrap around your waist hugging you like you would disappear any minute. After some time both of you let up. You look at his face closely as your hand shakily goes up to cup it. You brush his messy hair out of his face and get a clear view of how Negan took care of him.

It wasn’t long till King Ezekiel had cleared his throat and started talking to Rick and Jesus about Negan. It didn’t end well, only with Ezekiel saying he needs time to think over everything while Rick needs the answer now. You understood why Ezekiel didn’t want to go to war with Negan and his massive group. But it was only a matter time till Negans group will go inside the kingdom and disobey all of the rules that was put together.

The king had dismissed the group and they left. Leaving you, Jerry and Ezekiel alone as well Shiva. “I will be in my chambers, come on Shiva lets go take a nap.” The king says before leaving shortly after. You watch as the door closes, you make sure Ezekiel is gone fully before you grabbed your sword that was laying on the floor. “Jerry cover my shift and close up for me please.” You say then run off to the back door hoping that Daryl was still here.

The sun was still glaring through the blue cloudy sky, you ran through the streets as you sheathed your weapon in your belt. Thats when you see him again, his brown hair was shiny in the sun as he watches the gate close in front of him. “Daryl!” You yell his name as you slow your pace to a stop when you reached him. He turns to your voice and his face lights up slightly.

“Daryl, why didn’t you go with the group?” You sweetly mumbled as you stared at him with shiny eyes. “Rick didn’ wan’ me to go, tha’s why.” His voice was grumbling to you as it sounded like his throat was dry. “If you’re staying here for a bit then you can stay with me.” You said before getting closer to him, you reach towards his rough calloused hands. You held them for a second before he pulls away. Your face scrunches up in confusion and you look closely at his face. “Dar’ your face…its bleeding.”

You move your left hand to his face as you tried to wipe the red blood that was starting to dribble down his chin. Daryl flinches and moves away, then he wipes it himself with the back of his hand. “Daryl…” you frown at him, he was building walls against you again. The same walls that you forced down at the Farm, the same walls that you forced down at the church.

“Stop. Stop looking at me like that.” His voice surprises you again after being silent for awhile. “Like what?” You ask with confusion lacing in your voice as it dances across your face. “Like how you always do! Like, Like Im something that needs to be fixed!” He yells this time, bringing some people in the kingdom to notice y’all’s presence in the courtyard.

Your eyebrows crease as you give him a hurt face. You walk closer to his body as he backs away, your hands grip his shirt that lays against his stomach. “Daryl let me patch you up, we can have a conversation about this later.” You try to have your voice calm him down in hopes you could bring him to your bunk and fix him up. He lets out a exasperated breath and finally agrees to you.

Once you gotten to your room, you force Daryl to sit down on your bed. He looks around and takes note on the small pictures that were on the walls, some looked like children drawings and the rest looks like it came from a museum. The art pieces decorated the walls and gave the room a sense of home. Soon you walked back in the room with a small wooden box that labeled first aid. Then you sat next to him on the knitted blanket that laid on your bed.

“Look at me.” You say to him in a whisper as you gently move his face towards you. You focused on his lip and started cleaning it, mentioning to him that it will sting. “You’ll have to get stitches, but by the looks of it, it wont be much.” You tell him as you still focus on his cut lip. “And lucky you I can do it now if you would like.” You happily say to him with a small smile as you finally look at him in the eyes.

Daryl hums in agreement just wanting to get everything over and done with so he can get some sleep. With his confirmation you continue with what you were doing, grabbing the right supplies you start to close the wound. “You know I don’t think you need fixing.” You say lowly as your bottom lip quivers. “I was worried about you Dar’ and hell I’m still worried about you now!” You tell him once you finish things up. You throw everything in the box and grab whatever trash that there was and threw it away leaving the first aid on the dresser next to the door.

“Daryl, when I saw you get thrown onto that vehicle I thought you were done with, I thought you were going to end up like Glenn and Abraham. But when I saw you in that theater this morning, I had thought I was just hallucinating.” Your eyes started to water more and more as you poured all your emotions into Daryls arms. “And when I hugged you, I felt like myself again, Like everything felt right. Daryl, tell me you wont do something like that again. Tell me you wont leave me. Tell me. please…” you were finally crying, all the nights that you wouldn’t dare to let out a single tear were finally coming out to say hello.

His face softened when he saw the pain he had caused you. “‘M sorry darlin’, didn’t mean to make you sad.” He says as he gets up and walks towards you where you stood. He wraps his arms around you again, leaving his hands at your waist and head holding you closer than ever. It tore him up inside whenever he was in that cell with the savoirs. Eating dog food, hearing the same song over and over again, and not to mention the threats he would get everyday about you.

He was scared, not only for you but for whatever the future holds for the both of you. Negans voice would echo throughout Daryls head, stating the same threats that Negan would repeat over and over. ‘Don’t make me get your pretty lady friend, I bet she’ll make a perfect wife.’ Or ‘If you try to escape again Ill get Y/n and kill her right in front of you, or maybe ill have you do it for me.’ Daryl moves his face into the curve of your shoulder and takes a big breath of you, before he spoke again.

“‘M so so sorry Angel.”

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A/N; SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG- LIKE I SAID I WASNT AT THAT PART YET RHGJSKDJ

[chl-owo-e]

★-{Wild Sunflowers}-★

(Daryl Dixon X Fem! Reader)

Summary; In the midst of chaos they still found each other. With a crossbow in his hand, and a pistol in yours, nothing was written in the air except the tense longing for each other.

Warnings; Angst, fluff, blood, mutilation, slow burn?, TWD stuff, smut, Strangers to lovers?

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•-[Chapters]-•

(001/One) -{It’s mine}-

Summary; Stumbling upon each other, with weapons pointed straight in the other's face. Nothing was lost yet there was a lot to gain, but for what?

(002/Two) -{what used to be}-

Summary; The past hurts, even when the wound healed it still feels like it’s bleeding. But sometimes you have to rip off the bandaid, if not the pain wont get any better.

(003/Three)-{The Hunt for something new}-

Summary;

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[chl-owo-e]

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

《Chl-owo-e’s Promt list!》

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•This is a list of things you can send in asks about!

•I will write about Smut, Fluff, Angst, and basically anything you want me too!

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•Things I will not write about! ♡

•Anything that has to do with feet, just like my sister she passed down her disgust of feet down to me 😭💀

Ex; Sucking, perving, or anything of the sorts.

•Nothing that has to do with bodily discretions.

Ex; Pee, shit, blood (ill still probably write this one but i dont want anything being consumed yk) squirting is on the OK list for me.

•Cloth being inside the mouth! Its a sensory issue for me, I dont know it just freaks me out and makes me wanna throw up. (But it doesn’t mean that i wont make Fics where there is a ball gag or anything. It just cant be cloth)

•plus sized readers or Oc’s and POC, I am the complete opposite of being plus sized and i dont wanna write something down and offend anyone so nope 😭 Oc’s are kind frustrating and I find them weird so im not writing them either. As a White passing Hispanic i dont think ill be able to write someone whose of another race well, so im sorry 😭 (but also ill do more research on how i can write things that has to do with Poc or plus size readers, I just dont wanna offend anyone if i do write something)

(I hope you understand)

{This is all I can think about right now, but I still will add to this if I dislike anything else}

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[Characters!]

•Spencer Reid {Criminal Minds} X

•Daryl Dixon {The Walking Dead} X

•Joel Miller {The last of us} X

(Currently these are the characters im obsessed with and the X’s are gunna distinguish what ive done already with each character and if the fic is done it will be linked with the X as well)

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【Promts】

1.) your hands are cold, let me warm them up.

2.) youre really pretty, but you’ll look prettier under me

3.) I love you more than I love myself

4.) Only death can separate us darling

5.) I will protect you until my last breath (X)

6.) Why do you love me? (Its a good song listen to it)

7.) Im so lucky to have a person like you

8.) youre so pretty all spread out like this

9.) you’re whining like a little bitch

10.) Ill love you more than anything in the world

11.) youve been up for 2 days now, sleep.

12.) how long…?

13.) you lied to me…

14.)Trust me, I know its hard but please trust me

15.) when will you look at me the same way you look at her?

16.) your eyes are so pretty i can stare at them all day (X)

17.) Stop protecting me, im not someone who needs it (X)

18.) I will paint my love in the sky and engrave it in every surface i can

19.) Is it fun to be in control?

20.) untie me or i swear to god you’re in trouble

21.) I will find her till I breathe my very last breath.

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{I totally was’t writing this while i was waiting for my sims game to update 🧍}

[chl-owo-e]

Ill be hella active rn! Im finishing up my drafts then ill go to the Din asks! THANKS FOR SENDING THEM THEYRE REALLY CUTEDNDNDJFJFJF

[chl-owo-e]

Im thinking about making a daryl x half walker reader fic 🤭

I have a idea on how to incorporate it into the story line but im still working on the first chapter of my other fic so idk if it will come out till a while now