#daryl dixon x little!reader

[loanecore]

age regressive!girl with… daryl dixon!🧸ྀི

(based on this request🫶🏻)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

age regressive!reader… loves bow and put bows everywhere, in her hair, around her plushies and even around daryl sometimes.

age regressive!reader… regress a lot when she’s stressed and don’t know how to handle a situation or when something reminds her of her past.

age regressive!reader… loves movies, especially disney movie.

age regressive!reader… is almost always attached to daryl’s hips, especially if she regresses.

age regressive!reader… loves to take bath with a lot of bubbles and a lot of toys.

age regressive!reader… have a oral fixation and always suck her thumb or bite her nails.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

age regressive!reader… was new for daryl, he never met someone like her who have age regression, he don’t really understand at first but he try his best to understand and he’ll never judge her when she regress. he’s not a pro so he learned how to take care of her when she needs it.

age regressive!reader… is a very sleepy girl and she have the habit of falling asleep everywhere but you can be sure that, since she met daryl, she always have a pillow (aka daryl).

age regressive!reader… told daryl about her obsession with disney so when he’s on a run and see something disney related? he’s taking EVERYTHING!! and he also always try to find disney movie dvd so he can bring it back to his doll and see her beautiful smile on her face.

age regressive!reader… sometimes can’t speak when she regress and her and daryl have like a special thing, he understands what she needs and wants without words most of the time, that why she loves how observant he is.

age regressive!reader… babble when she regress but daryl never rush her! he’s very patient with her “oh really baby?”. and always encourages her to speak “tell me more sweetie”

age regressive!reader… loves to color and love to spend time with daryl, so when he’s free he sit with her and watch her color but sometimes she’ll even let him color with her and of course he listen to her like he’s in the army. if she want this to be colored with this specific color? he will do it and don’t ask any question of why she wants the fire to be pink and the plant to be blue.

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i’m not a pro with age regression but i tried to learn more about it before writing this! i hope i didn’t make any mistakes and feel free to correct me in the comments! (don’t forget to be respectful pls<3)

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"I saw you at your little militia practice this morning," Sebastian said, approaching you and taking off his sunglasses, eyeing you boldly up and down. You felt even more self-conscious in the dress you had to don for the occasion—the biggest celebration The Commonwealth had. "I liked what I saw. Would you like to join me for a drink?" He flashed you a smile he clearly thought was charming but it looked more like a sneer to you.

"No, sorry. You're not my type," you said quickly, a look of distaste on your face.

He scoffed. "Then what is your type?"

Your eyes drifted to Daryl at his post at the door and Sebastian followed your gaze. "Respectful, to start."

"You've got to be kidding me," he said. "Daryl?" He let out another scoff and a humorless laugh.

"I'm definitely not kidding. My 'type' is a real man. Not some little boy whose mommy picks out their outfit for the day..." you said in an undertone.

"You fucking b—"

"Is there a problem over here?" Daryl interrupted gruffly. He was suddenly right beside you. You smiled at him.

"No. No problem. Sebastian was just leaving..."

Prompt: "Sorry. You're not my type." / "What is your type?" / "Respectful."

[kookiekult]

I want to hug him and hold him and pat his head and skdgfhdkei ☹️☹️☹️❤️❤️‍🩹

[darylsdelts]

Daryl wasn’t always such a tough guy, he was emotional like any other child when he was little.

Between the ages of 4 to 6, Daryl was fascinated with the play park. The only bad thing about it were there were other kids there, kids that wanted to make friends with Daryl, kids that weren’t overcome with such painful anxiety at a young age that Daryl couldn’t understand.

However, he’d still go to the park all by himself because he liked the swings. When he’d get there, if there was someone on the swings already, he’d sit on the tarmac floor (right next to a perfectly fine bench but he was not taking the chances of someone coming to sit by him) and wait. He wouldn’t ask for a turn, he would just wait.

Sometimes, if Merle came with him he’d encourage Daryl to go and ask for a turn. Merle so desperately wanted Daryl to make friends, making friends meant play dates and play dates meant going to somebody else’s house that didn’t have a drunk, abusive man in it, he wanted Daryl away from it. But Daryl never wanted to make friends.

One day Daryl went to the park by himself, which was more common than going with Merle, and when he got there the swings were free! He ran to his favourite swing, struggling a bit to get on it since he was quite short. He persevered and completed the difficult task, next came swinging himself, which was hard too but he managed to get it going. After being on the swing for about half an hour, he wanted to get off to go on the slide. He found that stopping the swing and getting off took way too long for how excited he was, so he decided to try what he’d seen some bigger kids do. He wanted to jump off.

He was sure he could do it, he prepared himself, jumped, completely missed his feet, landing on his hands and knees. Now, his knees were scraped and bloody, along with the heels of both palms.

The five year old’s eyes welled with tears, quickly he rose to his feet and his little legs worked as hard as they could to get him home. He planned on getting in and going to momma, knowing daddy wouldn’t help.

Merle was round the side working on something when he heard the scuffing of shoes and loud sniffling and he knew exactly what had happened.

Quickly, he rounded the corner and stepped in front of the front door to stop Daryl.

“Ya got hurt, baby brother?”

Daryl shook his head and sniffled, trying to get past Merle to get to momma.

Obviously Merle could see Daryl was crying and he could see his bloody knees. He took Daryl’s forearms in his hands and turned them to see his scraped palms.

“Looks tough, brother”

“Move… needa get momma…”

Merle knew that their mother wasn’t home right now and if Daryl went in there, crying, all he was gonna get was yelled at and beaten.

“She ain’t home, bud… s’only pa… C’mere”

Merle tried to pull Daryl in his direction but Daryl hastily shrugged him off. Merle could be a huge meanie sometimes and he was sure he was gonna make fun of him.

When Daryl wouldn’t budge, Merle reluctantly lifted Daryl straight off the ground, carried him to the side of the shack and sat him on the rotting bench.

Of course the whole time Daryl was grumbling.

“Put me down, merwe!”

“S’for your own good, lil brother, show me yer hands”

Daryl slowly held his hands out to his big brother, hoping he’d help. Daryl had originally planned to go cry in mommy’s arms but now he was with Merle, he was trying not to.

Merle poured some water from a plastic bottle over the little boys palms and knees and wiped over them with his handkerchief.

A few tears fell from Daryls eyes but Merle ignored it.

“Some pretty nasty busts ya got ‘ere… musta been doin’ some real brave shit, huh?”

Merle wanted to cheer Daryl up but he wasn’t sure how.

“Jumped off da swing”

“Ya ain’t quite stuck the landing’ yet… plen’y o’ time ta practice… I’ll go wit’ ya to the damn park tomorruh”

“Pwomise?” Daryl looked at him with wide, hopeful, blue eyes.

Merle hated making promises to Daryl, but he reckons he could keep this one so he ruffles his hair and nods before reaching into his vest pocket and pulling out a bandaid (that may or may not be in there for when he takes Daryl’s blood and needs to put a plaster over the needle hole) and gently putting it on the more scuffed knee of the two.

“You gon’ sit ‘ere n watch me work on this piece o’ crap?”

Daryl nodded and Merle was relieved, he didn’t want Daryl going inside yet, not with how his eyes were still misty and red rimmed.

He’d never said this before, it felt awkward to say it to be honest but he figured it’s what mom would’ve said to him and he knows that Daryl wants her.

“Good boy, Daryl… pass me that driver”

Daryl’s feet kick a little at the praise, he’s too little to reach the ground, as he passes over the screw driver.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Whumptober 2024 No.10 & No. 12

Prompt 10: Passing out from pain

Prompt 12: “Just a little more.”

Warnings: Bullet wound; surgical procedure

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

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You thought the bones in your hand would give, shatter beneath the pressure of the desperate grip around them. The thing was, though, that you didn’t care. If it brought a single measure of relief to your archer, you’d gladly allow every single one to become a shard below the skin and deal with your own pain later.

“Just a little more.” You tried to soothe as best as you could through your tears. “Just a little longer.” His hair was sweat damp, sticking to his face and neck. The belt between his teeth would carry the indents forever. Maybe you’d never wear it again.

“It’s lodged in the muscle.” Hershel said from behind Daryl, his face a stern reflection of his concentration as he dug the tweezers into the wound of the lower right flank. Daryl tried to arch away, biting down on the leather with a howling sound you’d surely hear in your nightmares for the rest of your life. You couldn’t suppress a gasp when he squeezed your hand once again.

“Can’t we just leave it then? Won’t it heal?” Rick asked, from below, his grip on Daryl’s ankles tightening to keep the man as still as possible.

The veterinarian shook his head. “There is the risk of lead poisoning.” Another twist of the tweezers led to another buck of the archer’s body.

“Ssh, you’re gonna be okay. You’re doing so well. Please, just stay with—” Your eyes widened when his hold on you went slack, his pain-lined face relaxing, the belt falling to the mattress. “Hershel?!”

“He passed out.” The man stated sympathetically, though he continued his work with only enough pause to press two fingers to Daryl’s neck. “Pulse is fast but strong.”

You nodded, expression tight and grim. It would be another twenty minutes before the slug and any shards were removed, the wound cleaned and stitched. Propped on his side, the archer slept, the faint pinched expression the only sign of discomfort. You sat with him throughout the night, refusing to even allow yourself to doze.

It was just before sunrise when Daryl stirred, groaning and hissing when he made the smallest attempt to roll onto his back. You straightened in the chair and nodded to Carol, not watching as she ran to find Hershel.

“Hey.” You greeted with both visible and audible relief, your hand cupping his cheek. “How are you feeling? Do you remember what happened?”

Daryl grimaced. “Ain’t somethin’ m’gonna forget anytime soon.”

Your lips thinned out in a sad smile. “Hershel says you’re gonna be fine, just sore for a few days. You’ve gotta take it easy.” When he rolled his eyes and made an attempt to sit up, you stopped him with a firm press against the round of his shoulder. “I mean it, Daryl.”

“M’fine. Too much to do for me to be a lazy bum in this bed.” The level of annoyance in his tone was equal to that on his face.

“No. No, Daryl.” You admonished sternly. “You’re not pushing yourself with this. You need to rest and you’re going to.” He scoffed and tried again, only for the same halting press of your hand. “Daryl Dixon, if you move from this bed before Hershel says you can, I’ll never speak to you again.” That had his attention, wide blue eyes staring you down while he settled back onto the pillow.

“Y’serious?”

It was a threat you weren’t entirely sure you could follow through with, but he didn’t need to know that. You kept your silence, hoping it would be all that was needed to coerce him. You were rewarded.

“Fine.” He huffed.

“You promise?” You ventured, knowing Daryl was nothing if not a man of his word. Another roll of his eyes.

“Promise.”

You beamed at him, diving forward to cup his face and press a kiss to his mouth. “Thank you. I don’t know if I could have stuck to that.”

His expression soured. “You’re a asshole.”

“But you love me.” He didn’t say it back. He didn’t need to. Daryl said I love you in actions, not words. And he had shown you over and over how deeply he cared for you, even taking that very bullet for you.

Still, it was the day he was allowed out of bed—after you had rarely left his side—that you finally heard those three words leave his lips.

[whackk-kermitt]

Genre: Just some innocent Headcanons

Warnings: None

Pronouns: GN!

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Daryl Dixon was the first to fall, but you have to be the one to make the first move.

Before they lost Merle, that fucker would tease the hell out of Daryl anytime he saw his little brother glance in your direction.

Let's face it, Merle was a little jealous that you seem to take more interest in Daryl them him.

Daryl being the pushover he was when it came to Merle, pushed you away when he realized Merle was upset about it.

Last thing he wanted was a little crush making his life harder!

But after they found themselves at the farm, and Daryl was away from Merle’s toxic influence he was able to open up a bit about how he really felt.

Don't let that fool you, his lips were sealed!

He did not say anything about thinking you were cute or nothing!

He just stopped telling you to fuck off every time you came up for a chat.

He didn't know why you kept coming around when he had been an asshole so many times.

He figured it was because your choices for companionship was limited.

He wasn't complaining.

When he got hurt while out looking for Sofia, he'd never admit it, but he thought for a moment that he was going to die, and that fear made him think of you.

Who would look after you when he was gone?

Sure he never went out of his way to ask you how you were or if you needed anything, but he did look after you!

He’d take note of which meats were your favorites and how you liked them cooked, and he'd do what he could to make sure the food was good so you'd eat.

He would always look you over after walkers are dealt with, even if you were nowhere near it!

He just had to make sure.

Daryl would prefer to wait for you to go to sleep before he did.

He had to know where you were at all times, never asking anyone but always looking around for you.

What he didn't know, is that you noticed these things, and that's why you kept coming back.

When the farm fell, he refused to think about you while him and Carol slowly made their way back to the highway.

Worrying about you would throw him off, the man needed to focus.

How was he supposed to keep him and Carol alive if he was busy crying over you?

But the release of pressure in his chest when he saw you standing there made him realizes just how whipped he was.

Still never said anything or let his eyes linger to long.

It was in the road(Before the prison) that you cornered him.

You were all hold up in a house. Daryl was taking watch at the front door while the rest if the gang slept upstairs.

You were supposed to be sleeping, but your mind wouldn't shut up.

He definitely didn't smile a little when he recognized the sound of your feet coming down the stairs.

He didn't let his eyes wonder at you when you came to stand by him at the boarded up window.

And he most definitely didn't blush as dark as a strawberry when he felt you wiggle under his arms and press into his side.

He just let you rest in his arms until you started to get sleepy, and without having to say anything he lead you to the couch and let you rest your head in his lap while he tried not to squirm.

But he did vow to let you hold him as much as you wanted from then on.

He was after all touch starved and became very clingy after you gave him a taste of genuine affection.

That was fun! Part 2 maybe..? 🫣

•Kermitt’s Masterlist•

[snailss]

i need a hug.

[sukunasbow]

breakdown, daryl dixon.

summary: in which you’re forced to split from your family and leave the farm with daryl after it burns down and gets infested with walkers!

warnings: reader and daryl started dating a bit before this takes place! not fully proof read yet!

notes: requested by anon! they had a really good idea, the ask post is linked here!

You cling onto Daryl as he races down a country road, the smell of smoke from the burning house you once lived in, still lingering in the air. Your tears fall onto his jacket as you think about your family. Beth, Maggie, Hershel. You’re not sure if they’re alive or if they’re out there somewhere, split up from you. As the moment Daryl forcefully dragged you from your burning home and took you away on his motorcycle, you feel a mix of anger and sadness. The walkers destroyed everything in the farm’s path, maybe even the last of your family. You shouldn’t be mad at the hunter, he was just trying to keep you safe, but you can’t think properly, only stuck on the thought that you just abandoned everyone and everything you loved. “I can’t.” You whisper, your voice breaking, the man unable to hear you.

“Stop! Let me off!” You yell this time, practically shaking, Daryl abruptly coming to a stop, concerned on why you suddenly need to pull over. “What?” He turns his head around a bit, confusion on his face. You quickly get off the back of the motorcycle, walking a few steps ahead on the road, bringing your hands to your head in panic, tears sliding down your face as you silently sob.

“What’s wrong?” He gets off the vehicle as well, slowly walking up behind you, stopping a couple spaces before you.

“My family! They’re all gone! So is my house! I’ve lived in that house since birth!” You turn around, yelling at him, causing the man to wince. “Ya don’t know that, maybe they got away with Rick.” He tries to reason. Unfortunately it doesn’t help you out much, as you open your mouth to speak, forcing your sobs back, attempting to speak without your voice shattering. “Did you see them?!” You huff. He doesn’t respond. “Everything is gone, I have nothing! Beth is just a teenager and Maggie is practically the only person that I’m so close with during this mess!” You start, “And my father? God, I don’t-” You’re unable to finish your sentence, pausing for a moment.

“They’ve never experienced the real world, not until now, just like me, Daryl. I was lucky enough to have found you, but what if Rick and his wife didn’t find them? What if Glenn didn’t reach Maggie in time?!” You cover your mouth with your hands, holding back from breaking down even more than you already have. The man doesn’t speak, simply walking closer to you and pulling you into a tight hug from behind, slowly making you kneel down with him to relax. “Let go!” You slap his arms to get him to free you from his grip, but he doesn’t respond, continuing to hold you in his arms. “Let me go!” You start crying even more. You feel vulnerable, something you’ve never liked since you were a child. You break out if his arms when you shuffle around, still kneeling, but this time just a bit ahead of him, tucking your head in your arms and between your legs. The sound of your sobs instantly makes Daryl tense up, deciding to go back to hugging you. This time, you accept the warm embrace, not having the energy to fight with the man. “We’re going to find your family, okay? We’re going to find a new place for us to live.” He whispers in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple.

[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:)

[cultofdixon]

Sweet Child of Mine

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her pronouns • Once a lost child in the woods, now the daughter of the archer. But here’s the beginning of the new chapter to Daryl’s new role • ANGST/SFW • TW: Past Abuse / Injuries / Scars / Anxiety / Bullying

Requested by: Anon

When the archer went on his usual runs to check snares and go hunting by himself at an hour knowing plenty are asleep still…he expected sickos to be his main problem. Then he found himself dealing with the undead that were focused on the crying child up in the tree.

Granted. Watching a stranger take out the undead as brutal as Daryl did. The fear would still be brewing inside the small child’s chest.

“Cmon down. It’s safe” Daryl frowns watching her tighten her grasp on the trunk of the tree. “Ugh. Cmon kid…” he whispers to himself slightly annoyed before looking at his person and seeing all the blood. That’s not a sight for a child.

The small child only flinched when hearing the tussling from below, not looking for herself what could be happening. But Daryl was moving the bodies away and out of her line of sight if when she does look down while also using his rag to take care of most the walker blood on him.

“Okay…they’re gone. I don’t look like one. Yea trust me?”

Her eyes met with his as she still held on and didn’t say a word but her body relaxed enough that she wasn’t entirely anxious.

“I can help yea if yer stuck” Daryl frowns taking a step back when he watched the small child start to make her way down. But when she slipped, he quickly caught her. “I’ve gotcha. I’ve gotcha”

She latched onto him as he held her protectively.

“You gotta name?” Daryl asks as he started to walk back with this child in his arms.

“Y/N…”

“Well Y/N, I’m Daryl and you’re safe now”

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“Who is that?” Glenn questions the small child’s presence as Y/N was being checked out by Maggie with Hershel’s instruction.

“Y/N” Daryl answers for her given she was becoming stressed by all the people surrounding her. “She’ll stay in our cell block. Got no parents. Nobody. She needs somebody”

“Yeah, she needs yea” Rick pats Daryl’s shoulder with a smile. “I’ll go clean up the empty cell for her” he states heading on his way out with his son following shortly behind.

“She’s good. No bites or scratches…a few bruises but she’ll be okay” Maggie smiles gently brushing away the tears that left the little one’s eyes. “Let’s get you settled okay?”

The night settles in and Carol gave Daryl everything he’d need to get Y/N comfortable. Blankets. A few changes of clothes. He made the bed for her while Maggie took care of getting her cleaned up.

“You’ve got this from here Daryl?” Maggie smiles making her presence known to the archer once he finished getting the bed set up for Y/N.

“Yeah, yeah…thanks Mags” Daryl gave her a smile before turning his attention back to the quiet child. Maggie smiles at Y/N before letting her enter the cell and leaving the two.

Y/N quietly entered bringing herself to the bed and climbing onto it before turning to Daryl with an anxious look that hasn’t left her.

“Well…you’ll be here. I’m a few cells down if yea need me. But Maggie is also around if yea need her. Uh. I’ll introduce yea properly to Carol. She’s hella nice..” Daryl was about to continue on to try and calm her nerves in any way. He brought himself to crouch before her noticing the tears that started to spill. “Hey…you’re safe here. I won’t let anythin’ happen to yea” he gently wipes away the tears that fell.

Right as all the lights in the cellblock start to turn off indicating people were going to sleep. Y/N was told she can keep her lantern on for as long as she wanted or even the whole night. Daryl will set it out in the morning to recharge from the sun, since it was a solar powered one. She quietly pulled herself out of bed tugging the blanket off and pulling it over her head onto her shoulders.

When Daryl woke in the morning to take care of the morning watch, he spotted Y/N curled up on the floor with her blanket wrapped around her body fast asleep. He quietly got up from his bed and gently picks up the child before placing her in his bed then heading out for the shift.

“She was asleep on your cell floor? That’s a little sweet. She feels safe with you”

“Gotta get her to stay in her own bed” Daryl scoffs glancing once more to Y/N as she sat with Maggie and Glenn while the archer grabbed her breakfast.

“Y/N is just a kid. That you found alone out there.” Carol frowns handing him the second made plate. “It is her first official day here, but even then, she wants to be around someone she feels safe with. And that’s you”

“I feel like a mother duck with a duckling already”

“Mm. More like German shepherd that a duckling has mistaken for her mother” Carol smiles with a small giggle escaping her when her best friend groan to her words. “Just. You knew what it was like to feel alone in a big world. Give her what you’ve always wanted, pookie”

Carol’s words stuck with him of course when Daryl joined the three giving Y/N her breakfast and making sure she ate everything. None of the adults at that moment dared talking about how she ended up alone in the woods and did their best to keep conversation light.

“Are you going on the run tomorrow Daryl? Supposed to be a few days” Glenn asks the archer who seemed fixated on the child beside him when she refused to eat the tomatoes they grew. “Uhm. Daryl?”

“Nah, I told Rick I’m stayin’ in a few days. Doing mainly morning watch” Daryl replies as he gave Y/N his cucumber slices while he took the tomatoes.

“And making sure she settles in. Smart” Maggie smiles as she took note of the small interaction, Y/N was already cracking open his hard exterior. “Since you said you’ll be doing morning watch a lot. You should show Y/N places she can hang out in case she can’t find you. Also introduce her to some of the kids”

“Yes think you can introduce her? We’ve got a council meeting later”

“Sure!” Maggie smiles watching Y/N finally eat what was given.

Daryl did more than show Y/N around the prison before the stupid meeting he has to be apart of. Ever since Rick took a step back, he stepped up. He took the kid to the main spots people were in. The library, the mess halls which were just communal rooms, the conference rooms that they held meetings in and for whoever wanted to make clubs or something…but he also showed spots where Y/N could hide in. In case of attacks.

He knows it’s a bit much. But he wanted to make sure she’ll be somewhere he can find her if anything were to happen.

“Alright kid. I’ll be in there, but Maggie is gonna introduce yea to the kids who should be in the library or somethin’” Daryl was about to enter the room when Y/N grabbed his pants leg.

“why can’t I stay with you…”

Daryl felt an old weight return to his chest when he looked at her and the sadness that riddled her face.

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“Please don’t go”

The small child held onto the older one’s leg hoping that would get him to stop from leaving. But the annoyance, the anger, the sadness that glued on the older one’s face wasn’t subsiding.

“I can’t baby bro. I can’t fucking stay here and this is my out”

And then the older brother left. Shutting the door harshly on the youngest one.

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“I didn’t get the memo that we were getting a new council member” Carol smiles sitting beside Daryl who currently held Y/N in his embrace as she messes with the zipper on her jacket. “Yknow one of the moms are reading stories to the kids right now. She could’ve—-“

“She’s fine. She uh. Didn’t want to leave my side.” Daryl tells the truth, even if part of him didn’t want to leave her. “Still getting used to being in a new environment”

“Okay, maybe bring a book next time. This isn’t going to be an interesting meeting” Carol laughs slightly as she goes into her bag in hopes she has something interesting to occupy the young one’s attention.

During the meeting, Y/N kept her attention on the intense tic tac toe game she was playing with Carol while Daryl spectates. Carol had a notepad in her bag with a pen and at first Y/N was doodling, now they are playing the small game. The two gave their input every now and then to Hershel or Sasha or literally anyone else on the council, they were clearly focused on something else.

Finally Daryl instead of Maggie, brought Y/N to meet the other kids. He let go of her hand to let her approach the also curious kids as they started introducing themselves to Y/N. Lizzie and Mika were more friendly than the others so Daryl took a mental note of such.

The archer was only planning on staying in a few days within the walls until Y/N settled. But he found himself staying longer. Finding excuses not to go on runs because his kid needed him. Y/N has definitely wiggled her way into his heart that he would do anything for her.

Like the times she would sneak into his cell at night and sleep on the floor. He felt bad when at first she slept on the hard concrete with her blanket, then it became her sleeping on his poncho with her blanket. This happened a few nights already that he asked Glenn to help him get her bed in there. He even let her keep the lantern on most nights when she needed it.

Daryl even made sure Y/N ate every meal provided. Though she always skips out on the tomatoes even if he tried to have Carol hide them when she made stew. It worked a few times even if Y/N gave him a bit of a disappointed look on her face when she’d find a chunk of tomato. He did his best to make sure she would eat everything, even if Y/N knew that he would give her some of his portion. She simply wouldn’t eat it if she knew.

The group started to like her. Especially if she’s going to be glued to Daryl every once in a while. She started to play with the other kids even if Daryl would sometimes check on her and find her in the corner by herself with a book. The sad look on her face is what makes him think that the others don’t want to play with her.

Once he came to check on her after working on the fence with Rick and spotted her holding a stuffed animal—then immediately having it taken from her. Daryl was about to do something when Carl suddenly appeared. After his dad became a farmer, he found himself reading his comics in the library…ignoring the kids mostly but he wasn’t going to tolerate them being mean to one another.

“She can have a turn with it” Carl states taking the stuffed animal back and handing it back to Y/N who looked more anxious than anything.

But she didn’t hold it for long when she spotted Daryl. Y/N’s smile returning to her face when she spotted him and went to hug him.

After that small interaction, Daryl knew on the next run he was going on that he would like to find some things for Y/N and only her. Like a stuffed animal of her own so she wouldn’t have to share it and she’d get to snuggle it at night.

As the gates open a week later for him and the group he went out with to return with their findings. Including a stuffed bunny Daryl thought Y/N would love. He noticed immediately when getting off his bike that Y/N was sitting alone at the tables watching the few kids play in the fields.

“Go check on your daughter, man” Zach, one of the Woodbury infusions, told Daryl immediately once he saw what the archer was looking at. He also didn’t know that she’s not his daughter. But after it was said out loud, Daryl knew she became his daughter.

“Yeah, I’m gonna. Go get the shit to the pantry” Daryl tells Zach as he started to make his way over to the tables.

Y/N continued to frown watching the kids continue to play without her as she quickly looks up when Daryl joined her at the tables.

“You came back” She says softly as he nods.

“I promise you every time I leave that I would come back, yea think Imma break that promise?” Daryl questions only for a moment before addressing the obvious. “What are yea doing out here alone pumpkin? The other kids are playing”

“…they don’t want me to play with them” She pouts looking away from the small group of kids that gathered by the fence within the fence. “say I’m too little to play”

Bastards Daryl got up from his seat and gestures with his eyes toward the group. “Come on. Let me talk to’em” he watches her swing her legs over and hopping off her seat before taking his hand and leading him toward the group.

The kids didn’t hear either of them approach given they were in their own little world. But one of the boys froze when he spotted Daryl appearing which lead to the others following in suit.

“Which one of yea told my daughter she couldn’t play with yea?”

Mika being more of a follower than a leader at the time, immediately pointed to the boy named Luke who wanted to snap at her but given Daryl’s scary aura in the moment. They were all speechless.

“I’m sorry”

“Sorry for what?”

“Excluding Y/N. I just thought she was too small to play with us”

“Height and size don’t matter unless you’re rough housing. Then we’d definitely have a problem if you hurt my kid.” Daryl glares for a moment before relaxing and resting his hand on Y/N’s head once he felt her latch onto his leg. “Excluding her hurt her feelings. You best apologize before I find your mom”

Now that was a card he never thought he had to play. But it got this Luke kid to apologize to Y/N.

“Now y’all get inside. It’s getting dark” He states watching the kids run toward the prison as he looks down at his own kid. “You okay now pumpkin?”

“Mhm…” Y/N still held onto him for the most part as she let him pick her up, keeping her close to him.

“Anymore trouble, you come get me okay? And if I’m on a run, you get Carol or Maggie”

“Can you just stay home more?” Y/N pouts once more resting her head against his shoulder feeling Daryl rest his on top of hers.

“I’ll try for you, pumpkin”

[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˗

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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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[loanecore]

daryl dixon & age regressive reader?

i think he'd be quite tolerant & understanding about it cause of his past. maybe a bit weirded out at first but yeah.

would love if you'd write something like that. but that is NOT a MUST at all!

hi, thank you so so much for your request! i love this idea!

you can find your request here!୨ৎ

i hope you like it and i hope it’s okay! i tried to learn more about age regression before writing this and i’m a little scared because i don’t want to make any mistakes🫶🏻

[deansapplepie]

Sneak Peak Chapter 11 | Till THE DEAD do us part

This is for the people that have asked me if there’s going to be a Chapter 11. Yes, it is!

“Did you sleep at all?” Carol asked, a smirk on her face. “I think you had a good night for another reason.”

“Why do you say that?” You asked a little confused. His camp was kind of far from everyone, she couldn’t have listened anything.

“Your neck.” She answered, you still look confused at her and she gave you an explanation. “He marked you, sweetie.”

A/N: I’m still working on it, I’m just at the beginning of the chapter. So it may take some time as I am working on the other Soulmate AU I told yesterday. I take turns, when I get tired from one I write the other. I hope it didn’t take long for me to deliver the chapter to you.

[lolitadollsworlds]

Daryl Dixon ladies and gentlemen

[rimunagenius]

Daryl: Now say, “Damn straight.”

Mini Daryl (girl): Damn straight!

Y/N: *sighs heavily* What am I gonna do with you two? It’s like I have two children.

LMFAO i didn’t know what to call your and daryl’s love child so mini daryl it is and i feel like seeing how he was with judith, he’d absolutely want a girl!🥹

[the-dixon-effect]

about me ✧˚ · .

i figured there's not a lot of info about me on my blog so I decided to write this - just a little bit about my life!

my name is brandy-may, i'm just a girl passionnate about writing, reading, watching films, poetry, paintings, music, etc! i love all forms of media and art and i'm just having fun expressing my thoughts really. my main dream is to become a screenwriter and move to new zealand

i love writing and i love the walking dead, so i decided to combine the two and create this blog (so far I've been overwhelmed by the amount of response I've had). blogging is one of my favourite hobbies and have loadsss of different blogs all related to my different interests. i also love hiking, scuba diving, and travelling. i have been a poet and a writer for fun since i was 13 or 14, and recently i decided to put a few little scraps of my very old writings here, @tied-in-a-knot.

current shows I'm obsessed with: TWD, the bear, the x-files, the big bang theory, arrested development, shameless, succession, the boys, american gods

current characters I'm obsessed with: daryl dixon (the dixon effect amirite), gob bluth, george-michael bluth, carmen berzatto, richie jerimovich, fox mulder, ian gallagher, beth greene, leah shaw, negan smith, brandon carver 😍

current music I'm listening to: lana del rey, deftones, green day, jeff buckley, tame impala, transvision vamp, alex g, radiohead, eagles, elliott smith, blood orange, crystal castles, dean blunt, cocteau twins, adrianne lenker