#daryl fan fiction

[dixons-sunshine]

Secrets | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

A/N: There are no reader descriptions! Reader can be Dale’s adoptive daughter.

Over the course of the few months that the apocalypse had been in full swing, you had heard the phrase ‘I’d rather get eaten by a walker’ too many times to keep track of. You had not been inclined to use said phrase due to the fact that it had not been needed to be said.

Up until now. You would much rather become food for the dead than have to live through your current predicament.

Despite your more than grown age, your dad still had a tendency to meddle in your love life. It seemed as if though nobody would ever be enough for his baby girl. And by the situation he had found his baby girl in, you were surprised he did not have a heart attack on the spot. No father ever wanted to see his daughter in the midst of a deep, heavy make out session with their boyfriend, especially not if their daughter was keeping the relationship a secret, so the father did not even know about it.

Admittedly, your dad finding out about your relatively recent relationship with the crossbow-wielding archer had not been ideal at all. You knew he would find out eventually, but you figured you would be the one to tell him, not that he would just walk into your tent on the Greene’s property and find you on the huntsman’s lap, with Daryl’s tongue shoved deeply into your mouth as his hands trailed up and down underneath your shirt.

Dale Horvath was a good man with good morals and principles, but you were worried that all of that could potentially fly out the window in favour of murdering the younger Dixon brother.

You picked at your nails as you anxiously awaited for your dad and partner to emerge from the solitude of the beloved RV. Dale had sternly told Daryl that the two of them needed to talk—after he chewed you out for keeping the relationship a secret in the first place—and they had disappeared into the mobile home. That had been a good ten minutes ago, and you were beginning to think that Daryl was indeed dead, and your dad was only trying to think of a way to sneak the body out without anybody seeing him.

As if hearing the inner turmoil in your head, Daryl finally reemerged from the RV, a neutral expression on his face. His eyes locked on yours and he began making his way over to where you sat on one of the chairs in the campsite, fiddling with what appeared to be a box in his large hands.

“You’re alive,” you voiced through a sigh of relief. “I was beginning to think he would murder you.”

Unwillingly, a small chuckle left the archer’s mouth. “Felt like it at times. Honestly, I would’a preferred kickin’ the bucket over that awkward as fuck conversation. But I survived.”

“You survived.” You got up from the chair and walked forward to embrace your partner, but stopped when you noticed your dad watching the two of you from the doorway of the RV. “So how’d it go?”

Daryl shrugged. “As well as can be expected. Got the usual talk.”

“The usual talk?”

“Y’know, threats’a bein’ murdered if I ever broke yer heart, that he’ll cut my balls off if I ever so much as think of another woman. Oh, and to ‘be safe’.” For added emphasis, he lifted the box he had been shielding from your view with his large hands, showing you the clear-as-day logo of a well-known condom brand. “Said he ain’t ready to be a grandpa yet.”

“Oh my god,” you muttered and shook your head, trying your best to keep your embarrassment at bay. “Why does he even have a box of those?”

Daryl knew that was a rhetorical question, but he provided you with an answer regardless. “Apparently, s’one of Glenn’s boxes, but yer ol’ man reckoned we needed it more.”

You ducked your head in embarrassment. “I’m sorry about him. He—”

“S’fine,” he waved you off with a small, lopsided smile. “Ain’t nothin’ I couldn’t handle.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. “Okay.”

A few beats of awkward silence passed. Daryl cleared his throat and looked down at the box of condoms in his hands. “So… should I put this away for future use or are we puttin’ one’a these suckers to use right now?” he asked jokingly, attempting to lighten the mood.

That made you laugh. You shook your head with a radiant smile. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“M’choosin’ to see that as a compliment.”

[holdmytesseract]

Dad-to-be!Daryl fighting tooth and nail to keep the reader—who’s water had broken while they were on a walking around in the Hilltop—safe while trying to get her back to Alexandria so that Siddiq and Carol can help with the delivery of their little one. (Plus maybe the post-delivery fluff that ensues when Daryl and reader get their first moments alone with their baby.)

No pressure to write this! I just saw your post asking for dad!Daryl requests and had this idea, and thought I’d throw it your way. Love you whether you write this or not. 💜

In the Eye of the Storm

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: You go into labor while staying at the renewed Sanctuary. Daryl has to safely get you back home to Alexandria, of course - through a thunderstorm...

Warnings: usual TWD stuff, pregnancy, childbirth, baby things, mentions of blood, weapons, quite a bit angst, fluff, protective!Daryl

I tried to write this as accurate as possible. I'm no expert, heh.

Set in the beginning of season 9!

Word Count: 4,5k (whoops)

a/n: I'm not kidding when I say that I literally pounced that request. Gods, I loved to write this! Thanks for requesting, @dixons-sunshine ! I hope I did this justice! 🥹

EoH Masterlist °☆• Daryl Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

Daryl had a critical gaze directed at the darkening sky above him. The wind had picked up; bringing dark clouds over the Sanctuary. A thunderstorm was approaching - and fast.

Unbeknownst to him, had the archer started to chew on the inside of his bottom lip; causing you to gently squeeze his side. "Earth to Mr. Dixon," you giggled; trying to get his attention. "You okay, Dar?" The archer blinked and lowered his gaze back to you - his wife, who was neatly tucked against his side on a walk through the yard of the renewed Sanctuary; past the not yet growing crops which had been planted. You smiled up at him - slightly grimaced, but you smiled. He shook his head; "I shoulda been askin' you tha', sunshine..." eyes drifting to your prominent baby bump. You took a deep breath, but nodded. "Just Braxton Hicks, you know..."

Daryl's eyes drifted from your eyes to your (yet) unborn baby and back; a mix of worry and fear swimming in his blue-greyish orbs. You could tell. "Ya been havin' them already the whole day... Since we got up this mornin'. Ya sure this ain't the real thing?" Now you were the one shaking your head. "No. I promise, we're okay." "A'righ'." The archer jutted his chin towards the factory and looked back up in the sky. "Let's get ya back inside," he prompted and gave your hip a soft squeeze, before he started to walk; urging you on to follow. You nodded and scrunched your nose. "Yeah... Looks like rain."

With the first roll of thunder, Daryl closed the door behind you and him, without his hand leaving your body for even a second. He was so adamant to always be by your side; steady you and help you walk, it was ridiculously cute. It made you fall in love with the archer even more - not knowing it was even possible.

You giggled; one hand on the small of your back, the other on top of your belly. "Babe, you know I can stand on my own, right?" "Don care. Want ya close. 'Specially round 'ere... Ain't trustin' 'em..." You knew of course what he meant. The smile on your face immediately vanished; replaced by a concerned frown.

You understood Rick's intention; wanting to make Carl's last wish true. You'd do the same for your own child - within a heartbeat. You just didn't understand why Rick had charged Daryl of all people with the supervision of the Sanctuary. Sure, he was his bother, his right-hand-man, the one he possibly trusted most besides Michonne, but... After everything Daryl has been through here? After all the psychological torture? You knew it wasn't easy for your husband to be here. Even though he didn't say anything. You could feel it.

You took a step towards the archer; invading his space. Placing a hand on his chest and the other on his cheek, you scanned his face. "Daryl... You... You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be the one having to do this. I'll have a-" You stopped dead in your sentence; eyes widening and heart leaping into your throat at the feeling you had just experienced. Daryl was immediately on alert; completely ignoring what you had just said. "Y/N?! Wha's goin' on?!" His free hand came to rest on the bump which was his child instantly.

You swallowed hard; taking a step away from him again and looked down yourself. A prominent wet patch was spreading across the crotch and inner thighs of your maternity sweatpants. "I-I think..." Your husband's eyes followed yours quick; realisation dawning on him right away. It could mean only two things...

1) You peed yourself.

Or

2) Your water broke.

The archer begged internally to whatever force above that it was not the latter. "Please tell me ya peed yerself..." Daryl mumbled under his shaky breath; already slightly on edge. It wasn't a fortunate moment for the baby to make their appearance... You were at the Sanctuary, for God's sake! Rosita and Eugene were the only one here you could truly trust. Not much medical supplies and even less people who knew how to birth a baby either.

"I-I'm honestly not sure, Dar..." He nodded; trying to keep his calm. "A'right. Let's, uh, get ya in a fresh pair of pants 'n check?" "Uh.Huh," you answered; nervously nibbling on your lip as well. You actually didn't want to 'do this to Daryl' now, but it wasn't like you could take a pick. It wasn't in your hands... It was in the tiny hands of the peanut living in your belly.

You felt your husband's strong arm around your waist once again; supporting you as best as he could and helping you to walk through the darkish, grey hallways of the 'former' enemies hideout and towards your shared room.

After the sweatpants and your panties were not much longer on your body, you and Daryl realised quickly that you did certainly not pee yourself. It was a different... substance - which meant the one thing the both of you hoped it wouldn't be... Your water broke.

"O-Oh, fuck, that's..." You cut off your own sentence; "W-What are we, uh, going to do now?" swallowing hard and balancing on one foot, while you gripped Daryl's shoulder as he helped you step inside a fresh pair of underwear and sweatpants.

The archer looked up at you; panic swimming in his blue-grey orbs. You could tell that his mind was working on overdrive to find an answer to your question. "I-I dunno, sunshine, I-" He inhaled a deep breath; eyes darting around the room. "Ya can't have the peanut here... 'S no doctor 'round. I ain't risking tha'..." Daryl shook his head and stood up; palms immediately lading on your hips. "W-We gotta get ya back to Alexandria. To Siddiq. Now." You nodded; clenching your jaw at the incoming contraction - and Daryl noticed, of course. "'N we gotta time 'em contractions. C'mon."

Trusting your husband and his decision making blindly, you quickly threw a few things you might needed in Daryl's beige backpack, while he was informing Rosita about the situation you found yourself in.

It didn't take the archer more than a few minutes to return to your side; giving you a helping hand and finally walking you back to the door, which led to the yard - but once he opened it, a harsh breeze hit him (and you) instantly; rain splattering across your faces.

Fuck... The thunderstorm... Daryl had totally forgotten about the weather conditions; too occupied with you and the baby. You did, too.

"Fuckin' shit," the archer cursed under his breath; trying to shield you from the rain with his broad body. "Well, that's gonna be a fun car ride, eh?" You halfway joked; trying to lift the mood, but without success. "I'll get the truck; park as close as somehow possible. No matter wha'... We have ta get ya back home."

The Sanctuary had borrowed a truck from the Hilltop for moving things and other 'heavy' stuff. It was the only car option Daryl got. Of course he couldn't take his bike. Hell no.

"Ya wait inside. Don want ya ta get wet 'n cold." You nodded; bracing yourself beside the door against the wall. "Ya good bein' alone?" Once again you nodded; giving him another half-smile. "Go." He gave you a last once over, before he stepped out in the rain to get the truck.

Soaked to the bones, he helped you down the stairs then and outside; sitting you in the passenger seat of the truck; not letting go of you for even a second. "Y-You're soaked, baby..." You noticed with a furrowed brow; concerned. "You'll catch a cold if you-" Your husband immediately interrupted you; shaking his head and squeezing your hand. "Doesn't matter. This ain't 'bout me. 'S 'bout ya 'n the baby."

You knew that arguing would be just a waste of time. It wouldn't help. And honestly were you way too tensed and stressed to discuss. So you said nothing.

"Ya comfortable, sunshine? Tha' okay fer now?" His voice was on edge. You could see how hard he was trying to not lose it. This spurred you even more on to keep a cool head yourself. After all, this was your first birth. Your first child. You wanted to panic and give into the nervousness, concern and fear, but you knew you couldn't. You had to try at least. For Daryl.

You nodded and gave him a soft smile. "Y-Yeah, I- We're good, I-I think. Thanks, babe." The small smile he gave you was sloshing over with nervosity and concern, but he tried as well.

Daryl quickly rounded the car and got inside the driver's seat; immediately starting the engine. "Let's get ya home." He started to drive, while you tried to focus on your breathing like Carol taught you. Both your hands splayed on your big baby bump; feeling the subtle movements of the child within you.

Some time passed until the next contraction hit you. You breathed through it; grimacing. "Damnit..." You gasped once the waves of pain subsided; noticing how Daryl gazed back and forth between a watch around his wrist you never saw before and the street. "Been 'bout forty minutes since the last one." You swallowed hard. "T-That's already quite close, isn't it?" He shrugged his shoulder. "I dunno, but... Feels like it." You shifted slightly in your seat and placed a hand on Daryl's hand, which was gripping the gear shift for dear life. "We're gonna make it, 'kay? Everything's gonna be okay," you tried to reassure Daryl - and yourself. You could see how he chewed on his bottom lip. "Shouldn't 'ave taken ya with me... Shoulda left ya back home where ya 'n the baby 'r safe 'n taken care of. Hell, I shouldn't 'ave left at all... 'S my fault tha' we gotta do this now."

You immediately shook your head and gave his hand another squeeze. "Dar, this is everything, but your fault. I was the one encouraging you to go... And I practically begged you to take me along, because I can't stand to be away from you - especially now. I knew the risk, but I made the decision. If anyone's to blame, it's me." Your husband just scoffed at your words and just as he actually wanted to answer, the sight of the street a few miles ahead forced him to stop the truck.

The thunderstorm hadn't calmed down in the slightest; was raging on and had caused a tree to fall and land in the middle of the street. "Shit... 'S too big ta move it... We have ta take a different road." His eyes landed on you, just like his hand on your swollen belly. "Can ya both hang on a lil' while longer? 'S a stupid question, ain't it?" You shook your head and gave him the most convincing smile you could muster in that moment. "It's not. I-I'll try... Right, peanut?" You addressed your unborn baby. "We'll try."

Unfortunately wasn't the fallen tree the only obstacle you had to overcome on your rushed journey to Alexandria... The storm was going on and definitely took its toll on the nature. And that wasn't the only problem... The night had settled over the world and the dead weren't exactly a help as well, and at some point were your contractions only fifteen minutes apart... It was a race against the time now - and your upcoming nerves. The closer you got to actually birthing your child, the worse it became. Fifteen minutes apart and you didn't even know if everything was fine and going the way it should down there. It was excruciating.

"Sonofabitch," you suddenly heard Daryl exclaim, which snapped you out of your thoughts. Lifting your gaze, you instantly understood what caused his small outburst... A few walkers were exactly in your way; stuck in the rain soaked, muddy ground. "Have ta get rid of 'em, sunshine," Daryl stated and already moved to unsheathe his knives from their confines; his barely dried clothes about to get soaked all over again. "I-I can help-" "Hell nah," he cut you off immediately; scoffing. "Yer stayin' right here inside the truck where ya 'r safe. I ain't riskin' a damn thing. Gotta keep ya safe." You nodded in defeat; realising once more that arguing wouldn't get you anywhere.

Daryl gave you a stern but loving look, before he took a deep breath and exited the truck. Anxiously, you watched your husband fighting off the undead threat. Sure, most of them were kinda stuck, but the noises had attracted more walkers... The headlights of the truck provided enough light for you to see what was going on in front of you, but not besides and certainly not behind the vehicle. The relentless rain made it difficult to see straight as well, and when another, much worse contraction hit you and the pain managed to blur your vision entirely, you lost sight of Daryl. Sweat was dripping over your brow as you couldn't hold back the scream which wanted to break free from your lips; hands clutching your baby bump. "O-Oh f-fuck..." Your fingers clenched into fists as you tried to breathe through the contraction. Agonisingly slow subsided the pain; leaving you breathless. You looked around through the windows; trying to find your husband. But you couldn't see him. It was quiet. Except for the running engine and the rain drumming down on the truck.

"D-Daryl?!" You called out; knowing very well that he couldn't hear you. Uneasiness crept up in you; threatening to cut off your airways and sent your anxiety skyrocketing. It didn't help that you were on edge already... What if something happened to him? What if he got bit? What if he...? Your brain already conjured the worst case scenarios, as suddenly two pale hands slammed against the window pane beside you; the tow curling growl almost giving you a heart attack. "Fucking hell!" You squeaked and clutched your now rapidly beating heart.

The hands clawed and scratched at the wet glass - but to your sheer endless relief didn't they stay long. With a dull thud hit the undead man's skull the window; blood splattering everywhere, before it got slowly washed away. The hands stilled, before they entirely disappeared. Blinking, you watched it happen, still somewhat caught up in your thoughts. But then, the driver's door got opened and slammed quickly shut again. A familiar grunt urged to your ears - and you could've cried of relief and happiness.

"Daryl!" You more or less whimpered; shifting in your seat as good as you could and turned to him; taking in his water and blood soaked appearance. Some blood was on his cheeks and water dripped down his long, brown hair. You reached for him; grabbed onto his wet sweatshirt and slippery vest. "A-Are you okay? I-I lost sight of you a-and..." You hiccuped; taking a deep breath. The archer immediately nodded and leaned in for a sweet, soft kiss; letting you feel that he was alive and well, before he moved to take your hands in his bigger ones. "'M good, sunshine. 'S a'right. 'M here." His blue eyes scanned your body then; lips pressed together in worry. "Wha' 'bout you?"

You swallowed hard. "H-Had another contraction..." His eyes widened. "Darlin', you had one barely ten minutes ago..." "I know." Daryl looked at you a few moments longer, before he gently let go of your hands and gripped the steering wheel instead. "We gotta keep movin'," he mumbled and kept on driving - and you knew he was right.

Luckily the truck didn't get stuck in the muddy mess ahead of you... That would've been the cherry on top.

It took you longer than planned to drive back to Alexandria, but in the end you finally made it - most likely just in time. You swore you were never that happy before to see the familiar gates of the place you called home. Daryl felt the same. You could tell.

The thunder and lighting had ceased by now. It was still raining, but not as bad. Due to the bad weather conditions was nobody on watch, but the archer knew that at least one person was positioned up in the windmill; looking out for threats from up there. So, he gave whoever was up there a sign; flashing the truck head lights three times and signalling that friends were standing in front of the walls and not enemies.

"Jus' a few minutes longer, sunshine. Almost there," Daryl tried to reassure you as he gently squeezed your hand. You just nodded; occupied with taking deep breaths.

Moments later, the gates got opened for Daryl to drive through, which he immediately did and headed straight for the infirmary; parking the car as close as he could get.

The approaching headlights must've caught Siddiq's attention, since the doctor immediately went to the door; trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on. He watched the archer quickly rounding the vehicle; getting soaked in the rain a third time. "Daryl?!" Siddiq called out; switching on his porch light. "What-" Daryl didn't let the man finish; cut him off mid sentence as he opened the door and helped you out. "Need yer help! Y/N's in labor!"

Siddiq didn't need more information. He knew and was immediately on high alert. The doctor opened the door and let the both of you in; instantly helping Daryl to steady you. Usually, he would've asked about your condition, but Siddiq knew the moment he saw you. "How far apart are the contractions?" You wanted to answer, but Daryl did for you. "'Bout six minutes." The black haired man nodded, "You got here just in time, I'd say." and helped you sit on the bed inside the room he had led you and Daryl in. "I'm afraid we have to get you out of these..." Siddiq nodded at your sweatpants. "Daryl, would you...?" Your husband's eyes were locked on you as he nodded slowly. "Yeah, I got it. C'mon, sunshine."

While Daryl helped you shimmy down your pants and panties, Siddiq prepared some things he needed in the upcoming hour(s)... Towels, gloves and some other medical stuff.

"Alright. I have to check on you. Is that alright?" Siddiq asked carefully; knowing how... protective and territorial the other present man in the room could get. You nodded; trying your hardest to not scream due to the contraction you were going through. The doctor noticed and placed a reassuring hand on your knee. "Deep breaths, Y/N. We got this, okay?" You gave your friend another nod, before he went to check as soon as your contraction subsided again.

"You're about eight centimetres dilated, I'd say." "'N tha' means?" Daryl spoke up with your hand neatly tucked in his, as he was standing by your side. "Two more and she'll be able to start pushing. Means, your baby will see the light of day in the next one or two hours." The colour visibly drained from the archer's face. He knew that he'd be a dad soon, but... That soon? You, on the contrary just groaned and threw your head against the pillow. "Thank fuck. I want this to be over... Hurts like a bitch - and I finally want to hold my baby."

Siddiq witnessed both very different reactions and tried to hide a smile; quickly deciding to give the soon-to-be-dad a little task to keep him from freaking out.

"Daryl?" The archer's gaze lifted from where he was staring at the floor and gnawing nervously on his thumb. "Could you get Carol? I might need her assistance." Daryl frowned in confusion, but the feeling which started to flood his veins was happiness. "She's here?" Siddiq nodded with a smile. "Yes. She was on the road and decided to stay for a few days. Might as well call it providence." The man nodded; shaking a few bangs of wild brown curls from his face and nibbled on his bottom lip again, but turned to you; needing your permission. "'S a'right if I go 'n get 'er, darlin'?" You nodded; sweat doting your forehead. "As long as you'll come back to me... Go. I'm in good hands." Your husband gave you a loving look and gently squeezed your hand, before he let go to get himself soaked in rain again - for the nth time... Not that he cared, though.

The archer didn't even had to ask where to look for his best friend. He knew. After all has she been sharing a house with the both of you, before she moved to the Kingdom. Where else to look but there

Opening the main door, he stepped inside; calling out for his friend. "Carol?!" It didn't take long for the grey haired woman to peak out from the kitchen in the hallways; frowning. The frown immediately vanished, though, when she saw who the 'intruder' was... "Daryl?" A bright smile darted over her face, as she quickly bridged the distance to hug her best friend. They hadn't seen each other in a while after all.

"Ya good?" He simply asked; definitely enjoying the embrace of the woman he got luckily stuck with since the very beginning of this shit show. "Yeah, I am. What about you? And especially Y/N?" Daryl instantly retreated from the hug; a frightening, but also happy look on his face. "W-Well, uh... S-She's in labor. 'S why I brought 'er back here... Siddiq sent me ta ask for yer help..." Carol's eyes widened, but she immediately scrambled for the kitchen to turn off the stove. "Of course, I'm coming to help! Can't miss my best friend becoming a daddy, can I?"

Daryl blinked. "Best friend? Really?" Carol ignored his sceptical question and grabbed him by the shoulders instead; turning him around and maneuvering him towards the door. There were more important things to do now than discuss that.

Siddiq's predictions had been quite on spot. About one and an half hour, quite a few painful contractions and several tiring and debilitating pushes later, you finally held your baby in your arms. Since the doctor's announcement that you gave birth to a - as far as he could tell, healthy little girl, Daryl's mind had gone blank. He was physically present, but mentally, he was somewhere lost in a haze; trying to process the life-changing information... A girl. His daughter. He was a father now. A father!

Of course, you noticed. Carol and Siddiq did, too and all of you decided to give him the space and time he needed right now; just letting him stare at the white wall across your bed.

Only once the afterbirth was done, you getting cleaned up as well as the baby, the umbilical cord cut by Carol (Daryl would've most likely fainted if he was asked to do it. He already looked as white as a ghost...), a few further instructions and information shared by both your friends, and your newborn daughter wrapped up in a diaper and a slightly too big beige romper suit with cute teddy bears on it, you decided to try to guide your husband out of the haze he still was in. Especially now that you were given some time alone...

"Daryl?" You called out softly; voice barely above a whisper to not startle him. He didn't react, so you tried again... Same result. Freeing a hand from the baby tucked against your chest, you reached out to gently touch his arm. "Babe..." You whispered; letting your palm glide down the length of the limb and brushing the clammy skin of his hand. "Hey..." That seemed to finally do the trick...

The archer blinked and redirected his glance; eyes focusing on you instead. "'M sorry, sunshine, I-" His words quickly died in his throat, when he finally saw his daughter nestled against you; greedily suckling on your exposed right breast and making the cutest little noises he had ever heard. You smiled tiredly and slipped your fingers through his; giving them a soft squeeze. "Your baby girl, Daryl... Your daughter..." He swallowed and lifted his free hand; almost hesitatingly hovering over the infant, before his pointer finger came into contact with her soft cheek.

Daryl gasped; releasing a breath he didn't even know he was holding. You watched the interaction with loving eyes; only now noticing that the small girl had stopped nursing and was wriggling around in your hold instead. Her eyes were closed and she had her legs pulled up against her belly; tiny fingers clenching and unclenching.

Your husband had cupped her head now, which was covered in a dark brown fuzz. "She's perfect, darlin'..." Daryl whispered after a long moment; smiling that smile you loved so much.

"Do you want to hold her?"

That question caused Daryl's hand to immediately stop caressing his daughter's head. "I-I..." He stammered; nervous, yet with such a strong urge. "Y-Yeah, I... I wanna hold 'er." You patted the empty space on the bed beside you. "C'mere, then." The archer followed your 'command' and switched from the chair to sit on the bed. Only now did you notice that he hadn't changed yet and that the shirt he wore was still damp. Worry roared to life within you. You didn't want him to catch a cold or even something worse...

"Baby, you should change... I don't want you to get sick..." Daryl shook his head. "Do want ta leave ya..." "I know..." You bit your lip; uncertain if you should propose the suggestion in your mind or not. "Then, uh... How about you take the shirt and vest off? Carol and Siddiq won't be here for at least another hour and skin-on-skin contact with your daughter would be good, too... Helps her bond with you." You gave him a soft smile. "It's your decision, though. I won't force you to do anything."

You could practically see the gears turning in your husband's head, but in the end he nodded and started to peel the damp clothes off his upper body. Once he was shirtless, you started to transfer the little girl over to her father. "Make sure to support her head, Dar," you instructed him; noticing his eager nod, and suddenly was the infant tucked in the crook of his arm. She snuggled against his bare chest; definitely enjoying the warmth of his skin.

And suddenly the world stopped to turn around Daryl.

He gazed down at the tiny human being he helped create - and she was the most wonderful, beautiful creature his eyes had ever seen (besides you, of course). Love flooded his veins; heart threatening to slosh over with the warm feeling.

Yes... He'd rip the world apart to keep her safe. Anything. Just to make sure his girls were protected.

You watched your husband and newborn daughter; a tired, but happy look on your face, and you realised soon, that everything had been worth it... Everything you've gone through. Every obstacle you and Daryl had to overcome, just to get here - to experience this moment. She was worth it.

You smiled. Yeah... You could definitely get used to Daryl being a dad...

Tags: @angelwings-crossbowstrings @belitoxx @lou12346789 @fictive-sl0th @marvelcasey05 @loz-3 @mischief-dream @whore4romance @stitchintimefan @bigbaldheadname @making-the-most-0f-it @erebus-et-eigengrau @km-ffluv @0-aubrie0 @sweetz1919 @mikaela-granger @secretsicanthideanymore @dilfdixon @txtttttttttttttt @dixons-sunshine @stiveroon @cakesandtom @mayday2007

[normanreedusdaryl]

Can I request Daryl x Female Reader where they aren’t really close but have to go on a run together and get cornered by a herd, so they hide in the trunk of a car like he did with Beth but things get…smutty/spicy🌶️✨

Thanks !

The trunk.

Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

After you and Daryl get stuck in a herd of walkers, you find a nearby car to, pass the time...

18+

sex, age gap, cunnilingus, good girl, sweat.

I do not own any rights to The Walking Dead, the picture is just used to set the scene.

You were never close to Daryl, in fact, you had never really spoken to him. He was always out doing runs. You were never allowed outside the walls. Rick and the group said it was always too dangerous for a 'young girl like you'. You were 18, nearly 19. An adult. Sure, you didn't know how to use a gun, but a girl can learn, right? Well, you soon lost interest after learning about what happened to the last group that went out scavenging after only Daryl and Michone returned. 

One morning, you were jolted awake by Michone. Hey, wake up! You know how you said you wanted to go out on a run? Yeah, well, here's your chance. Daryl's waiting outside for you. She leaves before you can tell her you don't want to go, the last thing you want to do is piss off Daryl. So you put some clothes on before making your way outside.

Ya ready? Daryl groans. Mhh. Neither of you were happy about it, in fact, you were pretty sure he hated you, you were just another dumb blonde in his eyes. You get on the back of his bike, wrapping your hands around his large build. He was so big your hands could reach. You drive for a bit, not seeing much until you find an old motor home ditched on the side of the road. Wait here. He instructs as he gets off the bike. He slowly circles the car, looking inside until he eventually walks back. 's been looted. He grunts as he gets back on the bike. You drive for a bit longer until you reach a road that's been blocked by cars, you're about to turn back when you notice a small herd of walkers surrounding you. Ah, shit. He says, getting back off his bike. Stay back there. He calls out as he begins killing the walkers, but there are too many, they keep appearing from the surrounding forest. Get off the bike! He yells as he comes running towards you. You get off quickly before he grabs your arm, forcing you to run with him. The walkers are closing in, so your only choice is the trunk of a car. Daryl opens it before pushing you in; he follows behind you, closing it. The sound of your heavy breathing is soon taken over by the sound of walkers hitting the car. It's awkward; you can't help but feel like it's your fault. I'm sorry, Daryl, I should've helped... It's ok. You're shocked by his thoughtful reply.

Some hours pass, and it is now the middle of the day, the sun beaming through the car windows. You're both overheating. Daryl passes you a bottle of water from his bag. Don't drink all of it; it's the only one I got. You nod, taking two large gulps before passing it back. You know, we're gonna overheat if we don't do something. He says, there's a long pause before you come up with an idea. Layers. You say. Huh? If we take off our layers, we won't overheat. He scoffs. What? Not a good idea? I'd rather you see my tits than us die in this car. He's shocked by what you said, but he can't deny the good idea. You make the first move, taking your yellow polo shirt off revealing your lacy bra.He follows your lead. He takes his shirt off, revealing his sweaty chest. You could not help but admire his muscles, taking glances as you took off your shoes. You both undid your trousers and took them off, leaving you both in your underwear. He was wearing some old boxer briefs with holes in them. It was almost like the rips and tears were teasing you, each hole getting closer to the outline of his soft cock. You reach behind and try to unhook your bra, but your sweaty fingers keep slipping. Hey, do you mind helping me out? You just unhook it. You move towards him and turn around; you feel his large hands softly hitting your back. Finally, it unhooks, and you take it off, letting your puffy nipples breathe. It feels awkward; you can tell he's trying not to look, either because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or he's trying not to get a boner. You alright. You ask. Mhh. You never seen a pair of tits before?  You joked. Yeah... just...you know. You look down and can see the tip of his cock poking through one of the tears in his underwear. Unlucky day to be wearing old pants, huh. He scoffed into his hands, but you could see his smile through his fingers. I'm sorry bout that. He says as his face grows red. You can see his cock twitching. If you want, I can help you out with it. He frowns at you. You don't want that... I wouldn't say it if  I didn't want it, Daryl. Silence fills the car. You're thirty years younger than me; I'm not a perv. You laugh. Well, your cock says otherwise, besides... nobody has to know. 

You graze your finger against your now-hard nipple, biting your lip. You know you want to Daryl Dixon. His hand slowly moves down his body, touching his hard dick. You move your hand further down to your pussy, before taking off the panties. Daryl lets out a loud groan as you spread your legs, revealing your open lips. You could see on his face he was disgusted with himself, but yet he still got up and planted his mouth and nose into your pussy. It made you jump, the feeling of his warm tongue sliding up and down your slit. You grab his head, pushing it down deeper. His tongue penetrated the inside walls of your soaking pussy, licking your thighs, letting none of your slick escape. Fuck me, Daryl. You moaned as his tongue left your clit. Are you sure? He groaned. Pretty please. He can't give in, he grabs his cock, sliding his tip up and down your wet slit. He moaned Fuck. As he slowly pressed his cock into your aching pussy. He laid on top of you, letting soft moans escape onto your lips. He conjured up a ball of spit before spitting it into your mouth. The taste of him made your walls clench, tightening around his cock. You could feel his balls pressing against your ass hole as he slowly thrust inside you, wiping sweat from his chest and armpit, rubbing it over your chest. You're such a good girl. He whispers in your ear as you moan. Your tight pussy is gonna make me cum baby. He grabs your thighs, forcing his dick in deeper as his thrusts speed up. You feel his dick pulsate before he takes it out, cumming over your tits. You both moan as you feel his warm ropes of cum cover your nipples. He collapses onto you, pressing the cum into his chest. You feel his dick go soft inside you. He then takes his finger and wipes the cum off your nipple before putting it on your swollen clit. Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me? He asks as he rubs his finger in a circle. He breaths onto your face, the smell of his breath making a knot form in your stomach. Fuck Daryl, I'm gonna cum. You scrunch your face as you feel the knot releasing from your stomach, your pussy squirting over his soft cock still in your pussy. He takes his fingers out, licking them clean. This was not gonna be the last time you did this...

[jesuschristt-thatsaprettyface]

he just like me for real

[darylsdeadboy]

let me cook

[darylscigarettesmoke]

people, “fans”, attacking an actor on twitter because his views of a character and wishes for him don’t align with theirs, calling him names, mocking him for his hairstyle, starting tag-wars and begging for a ship to become canon and I’m honestly speechless.

criticizing creative decisions for a character, wonky storylines, questionably written female characters and plotholes is good and fair - but only if it happens on a factual and grounded basis which is absolutely not the case here.

we, as fans, should never feel entitled to how a story’s gonna play out - never, ever, ever. we can voice our sadness, share our stories and opinions, but we are not entitled to see the story play out exactly how we want it to. Never ever ever.

I don’t know if y’all remember the marketing of The Last of Us Part II, the switched out trailer, indicating Joel is alive when in fact he dies about half an hour into the game - now THAT was hard as fuck as well, but nobody screamed or lost their minds about “false marketing.” Because guess what marketing is?

A story is a story, and once you stop enjoying it, it’s absolutely your right to tune out of it and to look for your enjoyment elsewhere and pour your passion into anything else - but it’s never your right to harass people and to ruin the experience for everybody else.

[daddydixonscrossbow]

All of my fics contain TWD themes - zombies, gore/horror, etc., and some ome of my fics contain adult content which is 18+, please read with caution.

I have another account on here which is @samandcolbyownme I reblogged three that I wrote on that blog and I will put them in this masterlist. Enjoy! 💋

D A R Y L • D I X O N

✫ F I C S ↴

Days Since Then

Not Without a Fight

Swimmin’ in your Thoughts

Crossing a Line

Stand By Me

✫ B L U R B S ↴

What Did You Just Call Me?

I Could Have Killed Ya

Guess so

C’mon Twinkle Toes

Can’t you just say I Love You?

You Have No Idea

Sit Your Ass Down

Daryl Don’t

Hands on Me

You Don’t Like Anything, Daryl

She’s Fine

Don’t Worry ‘Bout It

You Help Me. I Help You

Hair Down

What are y’doin’ here?

Worth Missin’ a Flight

I just saved your life

I’ll Fuckin’ Kill You

I Didn’t Wake Ya Did I?

»»———-　　———-««

R I C K • G R I M E S

✫ F I C S ↴

Believe It

More Than You Think

✫ B L U R B S ↴

I’ll Have Three to Worry About

Staring Won’t Get You Anywhere

»»———-　　———-««

G L E N N • R H E E

✫ F I C S ↴

No Other Option

✫ B L U R B S ↴

C. Soon

[sadslay]

Heyy :) Do you do Rickyl?? If you do, can I request for a Daryl x Female Reader x Rick, After the prison fell, everyone went their own directions - what would Rickyl's reaction to seeing Reader for the first time in weeks maybe a month? Established poly relationship hehe

- ALIVE ⋆☆ 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

warnings — very short, some fluff

your attention was pulled up from your flail as the gates began to roll open, the very sound of the rusted wheels running along the bitumen reminded you of your arrival a few weeks prior. the gate soon revealed a large group of maybe ten or more people, all of them looking tired at first glance but upon closer inspection they looked somewhat familiar.

you quickened your pace as the group flinched at a rustling in some near by bushes, finally getting close enough to realize why their faces had looked so familiar. you dropped your flail, the loud clanking of the metal causing the group’s attention to turn to you. you could have sworn your heart stopped, in fact you could have sworn time stopped as your eyes met daryls. within milliseconds he had dropped the opossum and his crossbow before he began running towards you. All of his belongings fell to the ground as you met in the middle, wrapping your around each other so tightly it almost heart.

“you’re alive.” you breathed into his neck, you voice riddled with disbelief as you held onto him tightly, too scared to let go in fear that he might disappear. “i thought i lost you.”

daryl stayed silent, basking in your presence as you tightly held onto his torso. “y/n?” a familiar voice questioned.

almost terrified to pull away, you peered over daryls shoulder to find a large portion of familiar faces from the prison. glenn, who had just called out to you had a smile plastered on his lips as a laugh fell from his lips.

“holy shit.” you smiled, the very sight of the people you called family almost bringing you to tears. you looked back at daryl who was still holding onto you tightly, the very look in his eyes making you feel safety and warmth. “i missed you so god damn much.” you muttered, planting a kiss on daryls prickly, dirtied cheek.

“missed yer too.” he grumbled, his voice sounding weak still caught in the moment of shock.

as you pulled away from daryl, you looked past him to find rick handing judith to carl. the very sight almost bringing you to tears as rick hurriedly began to walk towards you with open arms. together you met in the middle as you jumped into his arms - your legs wrapping around his waist in the process - , the scruff of his bread tickling your cheek as he planted a kiss on the corner of your lips

“beard’s gettin’ a little long don’t ya think?” you giggled, your feet reconnecting with the ground as you slightly pulled back to find rick laughing along with you. after his laughter simmered down, one hand remaining on your lower waist while the other rose to cradle your cheek. his thumb wiped away the tears that fell from your eyes as you whispered, “i thought i’d lost both of you.”

“we’re here now.” he smiled, the pair of you almost forgetting about the crowd of people watching you.

“come on in guys!” arron spoke calming, his voice sounding exhausted as he ushered the others in.

⋆☆

later that night as everyone began to settle into your home - their things scattered across your living and dining room floor - you found yourself watching from the kitchen, sipping on a glass of water.

“yer think we can trust this place?” daryl asked as he leant up against the kitchen counter by your side, his shoulder brushing up against yours.

you looked up, admiring each detail of his face in case it would be the last time you saw it before smiling, “mmhmm.” you hummed.

in a synchronized motion, you both turned back to look at the others. your eyes were drawn right to rick as he was nursing judith while talking to carl, the very action bringing a warmth to your heart that you had almost forgotten.

“he missed ya.” daryl spoke in a low whisper, his attention now focused on rick. “he didn’t stop worryin’ about yer either.” he added. “we really thought we’d never see ya again.” daryl continued quietly, his words causing you to pull your eyes away from rick to look up into his eyes.

instead of replying you simply rested your head on daryls shoulder as you turned your focus back to the group and as everyone began to settle in you we’re reminded of a time many months ago. a simpler time when the threat of uncertainty was a hell of a lot smaller and the community you had built had become your family.

for a brief moment you indulged yourself in the memory of the prison and the sanctuary it offered you, the opportunities it offered you and the people it introduced to you. you were so incredibly grateful for that prison, because without it, you would never have met daryl or rick.

pulling you out of your thoughts was daryls soft horse voice, “come on.”

“where are we goin’?” you asked in a low whisper, straightening yourself back up before noticing rick wandering towards the front door.

daryl didn’t reply, he only began to follow ricks lead by walking towards the front door as everyone began to fall asleep. you quietly followed the pair before joining them on the dimly lit porch, where daryl had already begun lighting a cigarette.

“can’t believe you smoke that stale shit.” you laughed weakly, propping yourself up onto the balustrade while the pair stood in front of you.

daryl replied with a low grumble before letting out a cloud of smoke while the cigarette remained between his lips. “they been lookin’ after you?” daryl asked, his head motioning to some of the locals walking by.

“been lookin’ after myself.” you quipped, earning a chuckle from both men.

you stuck you hand out, motioning for daryl to give you the cigarette. as he obliged you placed the stale cigarette between you lips before taking in a deep breath. a cough erupted from your chest as you gave back the cigarette.

rick stepped closer to you, his hand resting on your knee before it began to snake up to your hip. “we’re here now.” he spoke quietly, pressing a kiss on your cheekbone. “we’ll take care of ya.” he continued, his lips meeting yours.

it was a kiss you had longed for, for many months. it started out slow and soft, but quickly grew into something more. a soft gasp feel from your lip as you felt another hand on your thigh.

“i missed you.” you breathed, parting with ricks lips just for a moment. “i missed you both.”

☆𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭☆

a/n - this has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS! i also don’t know if i like :/

[bartxnhood]

back to me | d.d

gif not mine

daryl dixon x fem!reader

summary: after the fall of the prison, you begin looking for your family again. especially, daryl. the one you loved most.

warnings: typical twd violence, blood, wounds, choking, etc.

a/n: this is just a small blurb i came up with while rewatching twd, so enjoy !! feedback is appreciated

not proofread

requests open

Copyright © 2023 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵

you held judith in your arms, hushing her cries the small cabin fell silent as martin wrapped his arms around your neck, gradually tightening his grip. “back off!” martin yelled. tyreese started, “please. please.” he held his hands up after giving up his weapons. walkers surrounded the cabin, banging on the windows and door. judith’s screams and cries causing chaos.

“go outside.” martin continued, each second tyreese wasn’t cooperating, his grip around your throat was tightening. “go outside!” he yelled again. tyreese looked at you, “go” you gasped.

finally, he stepped back opening the wooden door and disappearing with the walkers. you close your eyes letting the tears stain your cheeks, as you heard the struggle.

martin finally released, hurrying over to the knife your friend dropped and cut off the restraint. “cynthia, do you copy?” he held the radio, but nothing was coming through. the loud noises finally ceased, and judith finally calmed down after your endless cooes and shushes.

he walked over to the door, holding his knife. ready to face whatever was beyond the door. then, busting the door down tyreese appeared and grabbed martin, talking him to the ground. you couldn’t face the scene unraveling in front of you. you scurried into the corner with your eyes closed, and judith to your chest.

when it was over, tyreese stood up and it fell silent. you opened your eyes, meeting with your friend.

tyreese helped you up, holding your side for support. you still clinging onto judith. “you okay?” he huffed, you nodded wiping the tears from your cheeks. “thanks, ty.” he nodded and began to lead you out of the cabin into the light.

“carol should be back soon, for now, it’s jus a waitin game” he held your side, comforting you the best he could.

so, that’s exactly what the two of you did. and it wasn’t very long before you saw the figures of your group approaching, carol leading them.

you saw rick first, who immediately saw his baby. alongside carl they came running and scooped the child in their arms, then hugged you softly. “thank you.” when he pulled away, your eyes began searching for daryl.

his eyes met with yours, he hurriedly ran to you. “oh god” you cried, holding him tightly. you were safe, in his arms. he had been hoping, praying to any god that heard him just to make sure you’d be safe. he held onto that hope, he knew you were strong. he never doubted that. daryl pulled back, looking over your current state. “you okay?”

you nodded, also looking at his injuries. “your face..” he shocked him. “‘m fine. swear.” he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, just wanting to be held. tears brimmed the both of your eyes, his quiet sobs filled the air followed by your sniffles.

later that night, sitting somewhere in the woods, you were accompanied by daryl. you tried your best to clean up his cuts with the little supplies you had, he insisted he was fine. you finally admitted, “i thought i lost you.” daryl watched you, dropping your bag to the forest floor. “nah. never” he reached for you hand, holding you gently.

his hands were coarse, but you missed it. you knew most people would be put off by that, but to you, his touch made you feel at home. daryl stared at you, examining every little detail, afraid of letting you slip through his hands.

he sat up, “yer neck” carefully using his left hand to brush your hair that was sticking to your neck, pointing to the now bruise forming. “what happened?” looking up from your bag, you met with his eyes yet again. “in the cabin” you swallowed, “there was one of the guys from terminus, at first we had him under control but then he..” you sighed, recalling judith’s cries. “he held me and judith hostage, i guess you could say. chokehold.”

fire burned behind daryl’s eyes, the sudden urge to find this guy and rip him to shreds. he stood up but you pulled him back down. “dar” you shook your head. he opened his mouth to say something but he couldn’t. nothing would come out.

“ty took care of it. he saved me.” you shook your head, holding eye contact. “i’m okay, i promise.”

daryl looked away, eyes dancing around on the ground as he chewed his gums trying to find out what to say. your hand rested on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. “it isn’t your fault. you couldn’t have known” he shook his head, finally returning to your gaze. “i shoulda been there”

“you couldn’t have known. it’s okay, i’m okay now, im here and you’re here.” you assured, you cupped his face. “we’re okay” daryl huffed, but you were right. you always here. “m’kay”

you kissed his nose, “okay” you smiled.

[napkinkat]

I feel like I have outgrown tumblr fics

I need something that’s MORE than 3k words. that is a snack and it is not satisfying my starvation I NEED MORE

[croxxbow13]

~Just in case a snuggly Daryl is what you need today ~

Isabelle pushed the bedroom door open gently, the warmth of the coffee mug still radiating into her hands. The soft light from the window spilled across the room, illuminating Daryl just as she’d left him. He’d burrowed further under the covers, his face half-hidden by the blankets, his breathing slow and deep. He’d already dozed back off.

She paused for a moment, smiling softly at the sight before stepping closer, her movements quiet. Leaning over him, she reached out and ran her fingers gently through his hair. The strands were soft and unruly under her touch, and she let her fingertips linger there, brushing against his scalp.

“Daryl,” she murmured softly, her voice coaxing but warm.

He stirred slightly, his brow furrowing as he shifted beneath the blankets. Isabelle’s fingers continued their slow, rhythmic movement through his hair, and after a moment, his eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. He blinked at her, his gaze hazy and unfocused for a beat before recognition set in.

“Mornin’,” he mumbled, his voice gravelly and thick from sleep.

“Good morning,” Isabelle replied, her smile widening. “I brought you coffee.”

He made a sound that was somewhere between a grunt and a sigh, and before she could react, his arm snaked out from beneath the covers, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly. In one swift motion, he pulled her down onto the bed beside him.

“Daryl! Coffee!” she yelped, half-laughing as she tried to keep her balance. The coffee mug, miraculously, didn’t spill as she managed to hold it steady.

Her exasperation mingled with amusement as she wiggled against his grip. His only response was to bury his face into the crook of her neck, his arm wrapping tightly around her to keep her in place. She could feel the rumble of his low, satisfied hum against her skin.

Somehow, the mug survived the ordeal as Isabelle managed to wiggle her arm free enough to raise it over his shoulder, keeping it out of harm’s way. His hold on her loosened slightly but not by much, and he pressed a sleepy kiss to her shoulder in what felt like both an apology and a refusal to let her go.

She sighed, half-annoyed and half-enamored. “You’re impossible.” she muttered.

His response was another low grunt, but there was a faint smirk on his lips as he shifted just enough to look up at her. He reached for the mug she was holding precariously, his fingers brushing against hers as he took it.

“Fine,” he said, his voice rough but teasing as he leaned back slightly, cradling the mug in his hand. “Coffee.”

Isabelle rolled her eyes, a smile still tugging at her lips as she settled back against the pillows, watching him take his first sip.

~~~~~~~~|

Want more Daryl and Isabelle? Check out my story that’s in progress! I consider it FanFIXtion. Cannon-variant. How DD:TBOC season 2 should have played out.

[dixons-sunshine]

Sweet Treats | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Day One: Cookies/Cocoa

(GIF by @jaaryl)

“Jesus fuck, s’colder than a witch’s tit out there. M’freezin’ my ass off.”

The sound of your husband’s voice echoed through your shared Alexandrian home. You chuckled lightly to yourself, shaking your head as you continued with your task; placing the cookies you had baked into a tin, two steaming cups of hot chocolate resting on the countertops next to you. You had made the beverages when you had initially heard the roaring rumble of the archer’s motorcycle, knowing fully well that Daryl would be feeling like an ice cube when he returned.

And you were right.

The sound of Daryl’s footsteps grew closer, until the man himself was standing a mere few feet away from you. He hummed in approval when the aroma of the freshly baked cookies filled his senses.

“Mhm, smells good,” he started, rubbing his hands together in the hopes of heating them up. “What’cha makin’?”

“Hello to you, too, Daryl,” you began in a teasing voice, turning around to face him and nearly colliding with his chest, not expecting him to have been so close. However, you quickly composed yourself. “How was your day? My day was okay, thank you so much for asking.”

Daryl rolled his eyes, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Yeah, yeah. M’sorry. Lemme try again.” He cleared his throat, stepped forward and gently pulled you closer by your hips, his ocean-like eyes sparkling under the faint light of the kitchen. “Hiya, Sweetheart. Whatever you’re makin’ smells fuckin’ amazin’.”

“Hmm, not exactly right, but we’re getting there.” You smiled softly and leaned forward to catch his lips with yours, slowly and tenderly moving your mouths against one another’s. When you pulled back, you reached up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “Okay, but you weren’t lying. Even your lips are cold.”

“S’what I said. S’fuckin’ cold out there,” Daryl replied, moving to lean against the countertop while he carefully watched you grab a cup of, what he presumed to be, coffee and pass it over to him. However, when he took a sip, his eyes widened, and he looked back over at you. “S’this…?”

“Hot cocoa,” you confirmed, your eyes crinkling at the corners as you smiled at the almost child-like glee on his face at the sweet beverage. “I found some on a run the other day and I swiped it. And—” You grabbed the tin and opened it, before extending it to him. “—I asked Carol if I could borrow her cookie recipe, because you can’t have one without the other, right?”

“Right,” he agreed, taking a cookie from the tin and taking an eager bite from it.

He groaned in satisfaction and you laughed lightly. “Good?”

“Fuckin’ amazin’,” he complimented through a mouthful of the sweet treat. “You truly outdid yourself with this.”

“Thank you,” you replied, picking up your own cup and holding it up for a ‘toast’. Daryl scoffed but smiled faintly, before clinking his mug against yours.

“What’re we toastin’ ‘bout?” he inquired.

“Nothing in particular. Maybe about our love for each other.”

Daryl shook his head, but could not stop the warmth that bloomed in his chest at your words. “Way to make the moment sappy.”

“You love it, and you know it.”

“Nah,” he admitted after a moment of silence, “but I love you, and s’enough to make me overlook all of your chick flick moments.”

“You know what? I’ll take it.”

[holdmytesseract]

... what the future holds ...

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: One look at Maggie's ultrasound picture is enough to question your future - and Daryl's...

Warnings: fluff, suggestive smut (it gets really spicy), talks of babies

Set in Season 6!

Word Count: 1,4k

a/n: Lil' story is done! This was planned to be a drabble, but well... 😆 I love how it turned out, though!

Right up your alley, @dixons-sunshine ? 🤗

Daryl Masterlist °☆• Masterlist °☆• Echoes of Hope Masterlist

The van jolted softly underneath your body, as you leaned against Daryl, who was sitting beside you; head resting against his shoulder. You were on the verge of sleeping in, when he suddenly gently squeezed your upper arm with the hand he had wrapped around your shoulders. Tiredly, you lifted your head and looked up to him; blinking. Daryl didn't say a word and just nodded at his hand, who held out a little quadratic picture to you.

Sitting up a bit, you took from Daryl's whatever it was he was handing you. Since you had been on the threshold to dreamland, your brain needed a moment to catch up and grasp what you were looking at...

It was an ultrasound picture.

Lifting your gaze, you were met with a smile from Glenn, who sat opposite you. You couldn't help but to smile back at your friend, before you took another proper look at the picture - at the future. You positively couldn't wait for another wonder after Judith to join the big family everybody had grown into. Sure, the world was dangerous, but had it ever not been dangerous? Of course in different kinds of ways, but nevertheless...

You ran your thumb over the picture; so engrossed in the miracle you were looking at, that you didn't notice Daryl watching you. He saw the never-ceasing smile on your lips. The happiness radiating off of you. The shimmer in your eyes - and perhaps, the archer had detected something else... Longing. Something that threw him quite a bit off track and caused his heartbeat to quicken.

You took a last look on the precious, life-changing picture and handed it on to Abraham, who took it from you with a small smile himself. Then you slid back into Daryl's embrace; resting you head against his shoulder once more. This time, though, you were facing him with a smile. One corner of your boyfriend's mouth twitched up into a soft smile as well.

Words were never exchanged. He just gave you another squeeze and pulled you closer.

The first word you spoke with each other was that night after the meeting Rick had convened. It was already quite late; almost midnight.

You were laying in bed and reading a book; secretly watching Daryl undress. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped out of his shoes and jeans with a grunt - and you noticed immediately that the feeling you already harboured in the church was resurfacing... Something was on his mind. You just couldn't pinpoint what it was – yet...

Once undressed to his black underpants, he slipped inside the bed and underneath the sheets; making himself comfortable beside you on his back, hands crossed behind his head and eyes directed at the ceiling.

You watched him for another moment in silence, before you decided to make your move. Putting the book aside, you slowly inched closer and placed a hand on his cheek; letting his scruff tickle your palm, as you propped your chin up on his biceps. "Daryl... What's bothering you, huh? Tell me." "Nothin'. 'S jus'..." The archer shook his head slightly, before his blue-grey eyes settled on yours. "I... I saw the way yer were lookin' at tha' picture..."

You frowned a little bewildered. "You mean Maggie's ultrasound picture?" Daryl nodded; chewing on his lower lip. You raised an eyebrow and smiled softly. "Why? How was I looking at the picture?" You saw the love of your life swallowing hard; trying to scrape all his bravery together and say the word out loud.

"Longingly. Ya looked at tha' picture longingly, 'n..." He stopped to take a deep breath. "N now I ain't gettin' that damn thought outta ma head." "Which thought?" You asked as you gazed deeply into his eyes; trying to read him.

"Tha'... Tha' yer might, uh, wan' this, too..." The archer finally said; gnawing on his thumb now. "I-I mean settlin' down, 'n, uh... Start a family..." His voice was barely above a whisper and his cheeks held a deep crimson colour. He avoided your eyes; breaking eye contact.

As for you, you felt like your heart had just skipped several beats. Not just one... "Wha'?" You almost croaked out. "Y-You mean... Having a-a baby?" Daryl nodded hesitatingly. "Yeah, uh, would ya... Would ya wan' tha'?" "Would you?" You shot immediately back; not answering his question.

Once again was the man biting his lip; the gears in his head turning - you could tell. After a long moment of silence, he shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Dunno, darlin'. I... 'M not exactly daddy material, ya know. 'S not in ma nature. Didn't have a good role model after all..." "I have to stop you right here, Dar..." You shook your head and moved to prop yourself up on your elbow; palm gliding from Daryl's cheek, down his neck and stopping on his chest. "You haven't noticed, have you?"

The archer blinked; clearly not following your words. "Notice wha'?"

A soft smile spread over your face. "How good you are with Judith. How sweet and caring. You're perfect daddy material, Dar... In my opinion anyways."

Daryl said nothing, was apparently speechless. He just looked at you for an seemingly endless moment, before he found his voice again. "Ya never answered ma question, Y/N..." He whispered. "Would ya wan' tha'?" Your eyelids fluttered as a blush crept on your cheeks. "I-I... Yes. I always... wanted kids." Your boyfriend swallowed hard; deft, calloused fingers scratching his goatee covered chin. "A'right, lemme rephrase tha'..." He said and took a deep breath; voice trembling slightly. "Would ya... Would ya wan' tha' with... with me?"

Once again tugged a smile at the corners of your mouth; your eyes gazing deeply into Daryl's as your fingertips gently caressed the skin on his chest. "Daryl... I wouldn't want that with any other man in this world. Only you. There has always been only you." "Yeah?" Daryl croaked out. "Ya ain't jus' sayin' that so I dun feel bad?" You couldn't help but giggle and shake your head again. "No, you sweet idiot. I'm not. I really would want that with you. I love you, Daryl."

The archer lifted a hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear; the other landing on your hip. "Yeah, I love ya, too." You smiled and dipped your head to slot your lips perfectly against his; kissing him leisurely. Only a few seconds passed, before Daryl's other hand travelled to your hips as well; biceps bulging softly as he pulled you closer, until you ended up on top of him. Both bare legs straddling his sides and lips still connected.

Soon enough started Daryl's hands to wander once more and slipped underneath your sleep t-shirt; feeling your soft skin underneath his palms - and that was the moment you pulled back from the kiss, before this went any further.

The archer's hands immediately stilled on your ribs; mere inches away from the swell of your breasts as you silently stopped this. Blue-grey eyes looked up at you; clouded with desire, love, worry and a touch of insecurity. "Everythin' a'righ', darlin'?" Daryl's husky voice urged to your ears. You nodded and twisted your bottom lip between your teeth, as you sat back on your heels - and Daryl's crotch, which caused a low grunt to escape his lips, alongside a muttered curse. "Damnit, woman..." "You never answered my question either, Dar," you prompted; completely ignoring the obvious and instead tracing the tattoos on his chest with the tip of your pointer finger. "Would you want to start a family? With me?"

The man underneath you clearly had a hard time focusing and setting his thoughts straight, but once he did, another soft blush spread across his cheeks. "W-Well, if, uh, if tha's somethin' ya wish for, I-" You shook your head and pressed your pointer finger against his lips; shushing him. "Uh.Uh. I asked what you want. This isn't just about me."

Daryl just looked at you again, then started to nod softly. "I won't lie to ya, darlin'... The mere thought of becomin' a daddy scares the shit outta me, but... Yeah... Yeah, I can imagine startin' a family with ya." "You sure about that, Dar? You don't just say that to please me?" You teased him, just like he did earlier. The archer just scoffed. "Nah. I mean it." You couldn't help but giggle and lean down to kiss his nose - what interpreted the archer as an invitation to catch your lips with his.

Daryl smiled; fingertips starting to map out the dips and curves of you body once again. When he reached the back of your bare calves, he stopped and gently nudged his nose against yours; breaking the kiss you shared. "Does tha' mean we, uh, start tryin' for a baby now?" You shrugged your shoulders and gave his sides a little squeeze with your legs. "You tell me."

Tags: @celtic-crossbow @belitoxx @lou12346789 @fictive-sl0th @marvelcasey05 @loz-3 @mischief-dream @whore4romance @stitchintimefan @bigbaldheadname @making-the-most-0f-it @erebus-et-eigengrau @km-ffluv @sweetz1919 @0-aubrie0 @mikaela-granger @secretsicanthideanymore @dilfdixon @txtttttttttttttt @stiveroon @cakesandtom

[normanreedusdaryl]

Losing it.

Rick Grimes x Daryl Dixon x Female!OFC

18+

Age gap (reader is 19 Daryl/Rick are late 40's), Slightly pervy, masturbation (F/M), CNC, some fluff, mentions of piss, cunnilingus, sex +more, so please read with caution

Synopsis: After Negan destroys Alexandria, you, Rick and Daryl find a secluded cabin where feelings start to brew…

CHAPTER 2: The talk.

Note this is my first fic series, so please be kind, tips are definitely appreciated.

Word count: 2,195

Growing up in the apocalypse meant that 'rules' didn't apply; you were never taught what was right or wrong or what was socially acceptable, so the fact that you were 19 and they were at least in their late 40s never crossed your mind. Maybe that was why it was exactly 3 weeks later, and nothing had happened, no mention of the panties or why you are going into the woods at the same time every day. You yearned for it, needed it; you weren't sure how much longer you could last.

You three had grown closer in the month you have spent together, well… you and Rick, not so much Daryl. He kept to himself, every now and then mumbling or groaning, sometimes he wouldn't even sleep inside, He'd stay up all night smoking, which was worrying considering the nights started to get much colder.

As you and Rick enter the cabin, Rick says Daryl, why don't you come inside tonight? It's freezing. You look back, sitting on the bed, wrapping yourself in an old blanket. i dunno… he grunts in reply. You start blacking out the conversation as you lay back on the bed. Your vision blurs as your eyes begin to shut, falling into a deep sleep… you wake up later in the night, finding yourself squished between Rick and Daryl, surprised they are both in bed with you, you carefully move up the bed, placing your head in between theirs. You can feel your pussy beginning to throb, you try waiting till morning so you can disappear into the woods and please yourself, but you can't, you take your hand and lower them beneath the covers, putting them into your boxers. You slowly rub your index finger over your pink juicy clit, now and then slipping it up and down your slit. You pull your fingers out, licking them, tasting your dirty slick. Your light moaning was thankfully covered by the sound of their snoring. You decide to turn onto your side and face Daryl; the blanket was only half covering him, giving your eyes access to his body. He had been wearing the same clothes for weeks, probably the same underwear. You took a deep breath in and smelt his musky aroma; it made you crazy. Your eyes slowly glaze down his side profile, starting at his head, you follow the shape of his nose and lips until meeting his chest. You could see his cold nipples poking through the white t-shirt he was wearing. Your lips pursed at the sight; you wish you could touch them, lick them, pinch them, but you couldn't, he would wake up. Your eyes soon followed down to his hips; his t-shirt had moved up slightly, revealing his hairy belly button, you could see the hair start to grow the further you looked down until reaching his pubes, which were poking out of his trousers. They were dark and sparse; you imagined them tickling your nose as you went down on him. You couldn't help but graze your fingers along the edge of his waistband, feeling his rough hair tickle the tips of your fingers, you were in awe, you quickly put your fingers back into your pants, rubbing your wet slit before taking them back out and rubbing them onto his now wet belly button. It was like glue, his hair sticking to his skin, and you carried on rubbing until your slick had completely dried. You were about to do it again until you heard a whisper. What are you doing…? It was Rick, he was awake and had watched you rub Daryl's belly. You froze in fear; this is what you wanted, you told yourself, before quickly realising it was a bad idea, you shouldn't have been touching him or leaving your dirty panties out for one of them to find. A wave of heat took over your body as you heard him whisper again. Did you hear me? I know you're awake. You didn't know what to say, uhm, um, you stuttered over your words, making sure not to wake Daryl. You feel Rick rise from the bed, tapping you on the shoulder if you're not gonna answer me now, we're gonna have to speak about it in the morning. You felt confused; his tone didn't seem mad or upset. You nodded in reply before Rick lay back down, turning his back away from you.

You manage to fall asleep a few hours later, and you wake up to the sound of faint chatter outside. Your heart dropped, you knew he was telling Daryl what you had done last night. For the first morning in weeks, you hadn't woken up soaking wet; you were too scared to be wet. You lay in bed for another 30 minutes, staring up at the broken ceiling, thinking of the worst possible scenarios: what if they leave me, kick me out, beat me up? Your head was spinning from fear that you wouldn't have anyone left, anyone to protect you all because of a fantasy. Your thoughts are quickly interrupted by the sound of someone entering the cabin. It was Rick, he moved and sat beside you on the bed. I told him I had to. What you did last night was wrong. There was a moment of silence. Why did you do it? i dunno you replied. Is that why you've been going out into the woods every morning? Always out there for a while. Your heart stopped; they knew, both of them knew you were going out there to masturbate. It's difficult, I know. Finding alone time, but it's dangerous out there, you could be killed. Your heart begins to beat again, he understood, thank god. You decide to sit up, leaning against the rusty bedframe. You couldn't help but look at Rick, his blue eyes glistening from the sunlight spilling into the room through the cracks in the walls. I know, you say timidly, looking down as you play with a thread that has come off the blanket. It's difficult finding… Rick pauses, about to regret what he's about to say. It's hard finding time to…release. You couldn't believe it, had he just confessed to you that he and Daryl had also been masturbating. You knew teenagers did it, but not men, you thought they just had sex, and that was it. I think…We think that It's important we stay open about these sorts of things, living like this isn't easy, Rick chuckles to himself. You only nod in reply, half in shock and half in embarrassment. And there it was, the feeling again, you could feel yourself getting hornier by the second as you slowly sink yourself into the bed. You looked up at him, thanking him and Daryl for not being mad. It's alright, what you did was wrong, but I think you know that now… huh? Rick smiles as he sees your face go slightly red. Come here. He motions his fingers towards you, embracing you in a tight hug, you feel his callused hands slowly rub your back. This was the closest you had been to him; you could practically taste him. You could see beads of sweat running down the back of his neck, just waiting to be licked. You feel your boxers rise up your thigh, digging into your pussy. You felt so guilty but still couldn't help but thrust your hips slightly, pushing the seams of the boxers into your slit. Rick pulls away, putting his hand on your shoulder, if you've got any questions or you're worried about anything… know that you can talk to me. You nod for a final time before Rick gets off the bed and leaves. You look down at your crotch, you've somehow leaked through your pants and onto the bed. You get up, quickly covering the wet spot with the tattered blanket.

It's Awkward, of course it is, the following day, nobody spoke, especially not Daryl. You felt terrible for what you had done and wished you could have taken back your actions. Since 'the incident,' Daryl has gone back to sleeping outside, he spends his days rolling cigarettes and going out hunting for food. You and Rick barely see him, the majority of the time, it's just you and him cleaning out the cabin, making awkward conversation.

How's Daryl doing? You ask as Rick sweeps the floor with an old broom he found in the cupboard. He's alright, I think. Daryl's not much of a talker anyway I just think that maybe this has set him back a little. Rick stops sweeping; I think he's not used to people having a crush on him, especially girls like you. What on earth did that mean? What do ya mean? Younger… girls, forward girls. He goes back to sweeping. At this point, you're sitting on the edge of the bed, rocking your legs back and forth. You take some time thinking of a reply and beautiful? You instantly regret saying it; you force your eyes shut in embarrassment, but before you can apologise, you hear Rick laugh to himself You like pushing your luck? Huh. You couldn't help but find his response slightly flirty; he didn't deny it. He didn't put his 'serious' voice on and tell you to 'never say it again'. Maybe… You reply, trying to be equally as flirty. Rick stops sweeping, putting the broom back into the cupboard. You know, it's a good quality just when… people are expecting it. I think maybe Daryl was a bit shocked by it all, I mean, of course, he was, who wouldn't be? I'm gonna convince him to come in tonight; maybe we can have a proper chat about it. You roll your eyes back as you flop onto the bed. You've gotten out of this lucky, knowing Daryl he would have… Rick never finished his sentence. Instead, he walks out, leaving you wondering what Daryl would have done.

Eventually, night comes, and you're sat on the bed eating some canned food. You're not even sure what it is due to the label being too faded to read. You take a final mouthful before throwing the tin across the floor, landing on a pile of more empty cans. You sat on the bed, reflecting on the past few days. Your routine had completely stopped. You couldn't remember the last time you came. You craved the feeling, if not of Rick or Daryl, at least your own fingers. Your rain of thought was soon interrupted by Rick and Daryl. Daryl couldn't even look at you. It was excruciatingly awkward; the only sound was the light tapping of Daryl's foot. Rick came and sat beside you; he leaned forward, putting his head in his hands. You couldn't help but notice his ass crack, peaking through the waistband of his jeans. You could see some hair, which you knew would eventually grow into a thick forest the further down you went. Rick, of course, was the first one to speak. It's stressful enough having to defend ourselves constantly, especially considering we don't know where the others are right now. He takes a long pause. From now on, if you need to… get it out… just do it, don't touch each other…just. Just what, Rick? Daryl interrupts. Tell you and this chick over here when I'm 'bout to jerk off? Nice one, Rick, nice one. Why did…why did you- Daryl stutters over his words, or you thought he did until you notice his eyes dampening, he was crying. You always knew Daryl as a man with no emotion; you rarely saw him smile, and after nearly 50 years of living, Daryl was finally letting his emotions out. Rick got up and hugged him, Daryl's weeping filling the cold, damp cabin. You were shocked, you didn't know what to do, you were completely frozen.

For the next hour, you sat outside while Rick and Daryl spoke, now and then, hearing a soft sniff from Daryl's tear-congested nose. It was getting cold and late, so you knocked on the door and asked to come in. You heard a faint. Yeah, so you entered. Daryl was sat up in bed, directly where your slick had leaked a few days prior, while Rick was at the foot of it. Daryl was in his white tank top and trousers, his face still wet from the tears. You slowly walked over, sitting in between them, back against the wall. I'm sorry. The words escape from your mouth; you hated seeing Daryl like this, especially as it was your fault. It's alright. He mumbles in response. It just took me by surprise, you know. Girls don't usually do that to me. You nod, but inside, you're shocked. Despite you being caught, your thoughts never stopped, you still went to bed thinking of them, thinking about the dirty things you wanted them to do to you. Eventually, you settled down and got back into your usual sleeping routine. You in the middle. You were shocked that Daryl even wanted to speak to you again, but you're definitely not complaining…

Next chapter will be extremely smutty

[buniisdiary]

the governor x whiny fem reader, Merle takes her on that run (instead of Glenn and Maggie) and governor has her all tied up trying to get her to say where her camp is and she has a mouth on her so he fucks her out of her attitude 💗

swearing?

Love this idea sm! loved writing this for you. Enjoy!!

Warnings - NSFW 18+, Dacryphilia, MeanDom!Philip, WhinyAFAB!Reader, Knife Play, Absolute Filth, Threatening

DollFace

My eyes opened to the cold sting of metal slapping against my knee, making me jolt back to life. I looked around the dimly lit interrogation room, meeting the eyes of a tall, dark-haired man staring at me like his freshly caught prey while he played with the long blade in his palm.

“Good morning, sunshine,” you sucked your teeth, rolling your eyes, still feeling the sting of your earlier crying and pleading in your tears ducts. You moved your shoulders back, trying to regain any ounce of comfort you could, though it was hard seeing you had been tied to that chair for hours.

“You change your mind about telling me where your camp is, dollface?” you snickered at him, watching his rough fingers play with the handle of the knife.

“Fuck you, dickhead.” You looked at him through your greasy hair that littered your face, the sweater you had been wearing now growing itchy and uncomfortable. You were scared, overwhelmed; you just wanted to go back to camp.

He walked behind the seat you were strapped into, your fear growing as you felt the tip of the blade trace your shoulder. The closer he got to your neck, the harder he pressed down. Snickering as he heard your breath hitch the deeper the knife got into your skin, he could see you squeeze your thighs together.

“One more chance, doll. Where is your group?” He was now standing in front of you, knife pressed into your thigh, awaiting your answer.

You leaned in close to him, whining a little as the blade dug in. “I said, fuck you.”

His eyes darkened, a smirk playing on his lips. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But guts won’t save you, sweetheart."

You shivered, the combination of fear and arousal making your skin prickle. He moved the blade up, tracing it along your jawline, making you swallow hard. You could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating.

“Tell me, why are you so damn stubborn?” he asked, his voice soft yet menacing. “Do you enjoy this little game we’re playing?”

You met his gaze, defiance burning in your eyes. “I’m not telling you anything. You can do whatever you want.”

He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “You’re a tough one. But everyone breaks eventually.” He pressed the blade harder into your skin, drawing a thin line of blood. “And I’m very good at breaking people.”

You winced, but didn’t look away. “I won’t break.” shortly squeezing your eyes shut after.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “We’ll see about that.” He stepped back, giving you a once-over. “You’re going to be fun, I can already tell.”

You opened your eyes, expecting to see him standing over you again, but instead, he was leaning against the wall, watching you with a smirk.

"You know, I've always been fascinated by the human body," he said, slowly untying your ankles from the wooden chair.

"The way it responds to pain, the way it bleeds, the way it breaks.”His eyes locked on yours. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you, baby." He reached out and traced the line of blood on your thigh with his finger, making you shiver. Then he moved his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek and tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

"I'm going to make you feel so much pain, and then I'm going to make you feel so much pleasure.” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

"And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to stop so much you are practically screaming where they are, begging me to find them." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

"I'm going to make you cry, dollface. And I'm going to love every single tear." He pulled back, his eyes dark with lust and desire. "Now, let's see how much you can take."

He spread your legs wide, exposing your glistening pussy to his eager gaze. He dipped his head, his tongue flicking out to taste your sweet nectar. You cried out, your body bucking beneath him as he devoured you, his tongue delving deep inside you.

He could feel your orgasm building, your muscles clenching around his tongue. He thrust his tongue in and out, mimicking the act of fucking you with his mouth. You screamed, your body convulsing as you came hard, your juices flooding his mouth.

He didn't give you a moment to recover, his cock sliding effortlessly into your soaking wet pussy.

He thrusts deep, his balls slapping against your pussy with each powerful stroke.

You yelped, body writhing beneath him, pussy clenching around his cock like a vice.

He grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease. He could feel his own orgasm building, his cock swelling inside you as he unravels his hot load.

You are shaking of overstimulation, tears running down your face.

“Now.. Where is your group?”

[trips2saturn]

michonne: *explaining how she and daryl were tortured, branded, and that she was seven months pregnant with their son.*

what pathetic incels wanted from rick: “how’s daryl?”