#daryl headcannons

[liliesdiary]

put me in a movie

this one was winning the poll so I made it already <3

I'll make a moodboard for second place <3

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[pastanest]

me proofreading my own “there’s only one bed” fic and there’s only one bed

[justanotherescapism]

Daryl being submissive would include...

A/N: MATURE CONTENT Minors do not interact

He is a quiet sub...in that he would never admit that he was. Although, you both totally understand this.

Initially, he would keep quiet about you leading. Choosing to put his feelings aside, as this is the dynamic he thinks you want. But really, you like to be more dominant - even if only softly.

You are soft with him, you're in charge but not in a harsh way, more like a guidance. Also, because he can be really shy sometimes when it comes to intimacy.

Daryl loves blow jobs, and you oblige whenever you get a chance. You love hearing him whine and moan, as you suck on his cock.

He'd return the favour though, going down on you as soon as you say.

He has a praise kink so you better believe he is doing everything to make you feel good. Every time you call him a good boy or say how good he is doing, he just goes harder until you cum.

Riding him? Hell yes. It's your favourite position, but sometimes, he 'd want to be on top, so he can prove how good he can be for you.

But if we are been real, he loves you on top, going agonisingly slow at first, slowly building faster, only to stop. He'd whine at you, begging to go faster.

Afterwards, he would be snuggled into your neck, as you lace you fingers in his hair. He'd leave gentle kisses on your neck, as you'd tell him how good he is.

[honeypotblog]

thinking about DARYL DIXON hugging you from behind. his huge forearms encircling your waist and squeezing you slightly. the feeling of how big his forearms really are making you warm. he drops his head into your shoulder, hair falling into his face, and inhales your scent before moving his hands to your hips to bring you closer to him.

[twigg96]

Hello my sweet lovelies. I’ve been trying to write some more Daryl X Y/N and thought what better way to get started than doing the Fluffy and Naughty Alphabet HCs! 😊 so please enjoy the start to my little 52 HC journey!

Daryl Dixon’s Fluffy Hc Alphabet:

A - Attractive (what about their partner do they like most?)

Daryl loves a partner that cares a lot about other people. Those who put themselves before the betterment of the group are not people who Daryl can ever get along with. He finds kindness, compassion, honesty, and openness attractive in particular.

B - Banter (How do they tease each other? Is it always friendly/ flirtatious or does it turn nasty?)

Daryl doesn’t conventionally tease his partner. But in an unconventional world he thinks their version of teasing fits right in. Instead of the jovial picking other couples do, Daryl will often come over and say nothing but simply take a bite out of his partner’s food, smiling devilishly as he continues on his duties. While walking on patrol together, Daryl and his partner will go from walking hand in hand to playfully bumping each other to shoving each other off the path and into the plant life that lives along the side of the road. Neither partner can always read the other’s emotions so if Daryl is in a dark head space he will lash out if his partner tries to tease him. The same however can be said too for his partner.

C - Cute (Cuddles, Handholding, Sweet Touches, Caresses, Sneaky Moves)

Mr. Dixon is not into PDA. He doesn’t like people having the upper hand on him with information that could be used against him. Plus he’s really really busy a lot of the time. It’s not until the pair are alone either in the darkness of the night or shrouded in the forest that he allows himself to become more vulnerable. Taking his partner’s hand when there are no Walkers about he rubs his thumb over the back of their hand as he whispers plans about the day to come.

In the dead of night he’ll pull his lover close letting them cuddle close to his chest. He’d run his fingers through their hair. It would be a peaceful silence with a few shared kisses simply listening to their shared breaths and heartbeats. As sleep over takes them both and the last thing either of them hear is “I love you” from either partner.

But Daryl isn’t all innocent and shy all the time. Sometimes when things are good he’ll come around and smirk at his partner as they work. Walking up as they bed over he pinches their ass and covers their mouth telling them to meet him in the house in ten minutes.

D - Dates (What kind of dates do they like to take their partners on Are they creative with their date ideas?)

In the post apocalypse there isn’t really time for what we would consider real dates. There is no movie theater. No restaurants. No Pools. No beach. No hotels. Daryl couldn’t do the things he really desperately craved to do with his partner and it killed him. This topic has sparked more fights in your relationship than either of you would ever care to admit. Daryl wanted to provide for you and take you out on real dates. You however saw the sweet scenic bike rides you both took as date enough. His partner saw scouting ahead on a peaceful day as a date. Or even just doing nothing within the walls talking about everything. Eventually you both agree to disagree.

E - Eat (Do they have similar tastes in food or do they share food at the dinner table? I. E. Swapping the tomatoes on the burger for the pickles on their partner's chicken sandwich)

There is no room to be picky after the turn. With good food so scarce if someone didn’t like dinner that night they just didn’t eat. But Daryl hated it when his partner didn’t eat. So he went out of his way to find food they liked when dinner was something he knew they wouldn’t like. He’d offer them the stuff they like off his plate and took the food they didn’t like. No problems or fuss. He loved you.

F - Fire (What drives them the most in the relationship?)

Seeing you survive. Daryl couldn’t live with himself if he ever lost you. And he knew that it was unrealistic to try and expect that his partner would live well past when he would live. That he would die long before his partner and be waiting wherever it was on the other side for them. But it made him so sick thinking about the opposite so he simply did his best to keep you safe.

G - Generosity (How do they show their partner they care?)

Daryl was extremely caring in his love. He may not always show it or even say it but he is always thinking about his partner’s wellbeing. He looks for safer paths to take when they scout together, ones they can’t be ambushed on or that are easier to walk on. He always checks you over for cuts and bruises when he sees you before hugging you too tight or kissing you. He is on high alert outside of the camp at all times ready to protect. He gives his food to you when you need it.

H - Hot Head (Are they quick to anger? Are they spiteful in a fight? Will they say things they don't mean just to piss their partner off? Or are they easy going?)

Oh sweet lord. Yes. This man is a hot head. He is like a volcano. Full of anger and negative emotions that when placed under pressure will make him explode and cover other in the anger and negativity. But understand that this is a product of a horrifically broken home. He tries like hell to keep from erupting all over you. But sometimes it just happens and he never means for it to get as out of hand as it gets.

Daryl gets mean when he’s pissed. He gets nasty and spiteful. He will pull up shit from past fights just to fuel the fire of the argument and keep it going until he feels like you’re just as pissed off at him as he is at himself.

Whatever you do… do not give this man alcohol and expect him to be ok. He is an angry drunk and has no self control. He will get into an argument sometime into the night and it will be more than either of you can handle.

I - Interest (What are some of the interests they may share?)

Before the turn you both enjoyed bike rides and the occasional night out.

But now that the turn happened, you both like the time you spend together hunting and scouting. You both love providing for your camp. And you both still love riding.

J- Jealousy (Are they the Jealous type? How would they act if they were?)

Sweet God yes he’s very jealous! He trusts Rick more than anyone in the group but he looses his mind when you walk into Rick’s house alone to babysit Judith alone to just let the ex-cop sleep. One time when you all first moved to Alexandria a guy outside the walls approached you, Daryl, and Aaron asking if you wanted to go with two real men for a night of “fun”, Daryl beat him into a bloody pulp for thinking about it.

K- Kids (Do they want kids?)

Yes. If the world had never changed. If the dead never walked. He would give you all the children in the world, even though the thought of being a dad scared him more than anything. But now. He worried about the life his children would live. He worried for their safety. He wanted them so much but to put them through hell just because of his selfishness… he didn’t know if it was right.

L - Likes (Favorite things about relationship and partner)

Daryl loved waking up next to his partner each morning. He loved looking into his partner’s eyes and knowing that silent communication was all they needed. He loved the feel of their hand on his telling him it was ok. He loved knowing that without gaining to look you always had his back and he had yours. He loved feeling safe and secure for the first time in his life and he hoped with all he had he gave them the same feeling.

M- Marriage (Are they interested in getting married at all?)

At one point before the turn he actually bought a ring for his partner. He wanted to marry them and do the whole family thing. But once the turn happened that all got shoved onto the back burner. And while you and Daryl never really “got married” you both consider yourselves one step above boyfriend and girlfriend in this new life. Whatever that means to you both and no one opposed it.

N- No (Pet Peeves in a relationship)

Daryl refuses to tolerate a partner who intentionally hurts someone he loves. Betrayal is something he’d been through a lot in his life and he can’t imagine if his partner ever betrayed him.

Letting Daryl protect you is crucial. He can’t stand to loose you and if your constantly throwing yourself into harms way even when he advised you not to it will spark arguments

He must truly and fully trust his partner in their entirety. He wants full honesty from them. If they lie once he considers it a complete breach of trust and it will take a long time to heal that.

O - Orange (What color reminds them of their partner?)

Blue - he sees his partner as the color blue. They are truthful, merciful, loving, tranquil. They remind him of the sky on a clear day. They are calming and serine and they always manage to make him smile even when he wants to scream. He thought of you in his darkest times and felt the most free from all his problems.

P - Proposal (How would they or how did they propose?)

If Daryl would have gotten the chance he would have gotten down on one knee in your favorite spot after a long bike ride feeling you pressed up against his back.

But now it was in the Prison that you two talking jokingly about marriage. What it must have been like to do such a thing and have children. Daryl pulls an old ring on a chain out from behind his shirt. It’s aged. A little tarnished. He tells you about his failed plan. Smiling he tells you that he kept the ring as a piece of you to hold close you his heart.

Q - Queen (King) (What traits makes them a KING or a QUEEN?)

He is the ultimate King! Daryl goes out of his way to make sure that his partner is well taken care of and happy.

God forbid the day that the two of you are ever separated either by accident like at the Prison or by force. He will put his body through the ultimate test and hell in order to get back to you. Everything that stands in his way are simply obstacles to overcome. Day and night he will search until he finds you and if someone has you... god rest their soul.

He is always willing to share. Food, heat, shelter, water, medicine... whatever you need in order to survive.

Daryl can communicate with his partner with just a look. He loves them whole heartedly. He can just feel when something is wrong. It's like a sixth sense. No words are ever needed to be said. However he is always willing to listen if you need to talk.

Family is direly important to him. If you ever were to start one with him he would become all the more protective.

R - Rain (What was the most romantic gesture they have ever done for their partner?)

He made you a necklace...

The day that a good friend of yours turned...you were heartbroken and distraught. You refused to leave your cot in the prison for a full day. You had seen it before. You had even seen other friends turn and it affected you but never like this. Daryl hated seeing you like this. So taking a walk and giving you space he started looking. Looking for things that reminded him of you... Of brighter days. It was then he realized... that was exactly what you needed.

And so he started to look for things to brighten you. To make you smile. Things that reminded you of your lost friend based entirely off of stories you told of them. He found a shiny stone deep in a river bed recounting the tale you told him of the day you and your friend went tadpole hunting when you were young, splashing each other with the mud. A blueish black feather laid perfectly on a rock and reminded him of the myths his mother used to say about the crows and ravens bringing peace to those who grieve. A discarded bear tooth reminded him of the first time you had introduced him to your friend, the three of you hunting into the evening only to find a hare and two squirls.

Tying his treasures onto a long piece of twine he fashioned a necklace and brought it home to you placing it around your neck and telling you it would all be alright.

S- Smooches (Who gave the first kiss? When do they kiss their partner? How often do they kiss their partner?)

Having met Daryl before the turn, you both had more than your fair share of kisses. But your first one... well Daryl claims it was an accident. A heat of the moment reaction of passion.

Merle had been hounding you all day. He had known you were dating Daryl but to him it was just a word until he saw the proof. You were outside with Daryl at the time. Watching him work on Merle's POS truck when Merle came home from work on his bike. The older Dixon immediately swooped in and tried to get fresh. Playing grab ass and trying to get you to go inside with him. Daryl flipped his shit. Throwing the tools to the ground Daryl flew into a rage, pushing Merle away from you and into the house. He was still pacing for 20 minutes before you were able to get him to look at you. Before you could say anything he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you close, gripping your hair and kissing you deeply, muttering that you were his and his alone and if any man touched you like that again he'd cut their hand off. Needless to say he didn't get done with Merle's truck...

Now that the world is upside down Daryl tries to be more purposeful with his kisses, he wants them to mean something if they're the last they are ever to share as a couple. It was hard for his partner to understand at first... but he explained that he would hate it if he kissed his partner simply to end a fight no other meaning behind it and something happened. He wanted passion and romance behind his every action while they had the time.

T - Travel (Do they like to travel with their partner? Where do they dream of traveling to?)

God... does Daryl want to travel with his partner. He often dreams of the days before the turn. Dreams of taking you to far away places. Safe places. But the world is no longer that place... and so he tries to stay realistic in his waking life. Safety means stability. If he can have a stable life with you then he can start a family... He simply wants a safe stable place to settle... but he knows that may not always be possible. And so he roams looking for the perfect place for you both to live out your days.

U- Universal (How Public are they with their affection? Are they very open with PDA? Do they brag about their partner?)

Daryl is incredibly reserved. He always has been. He doesn't like the attention that PDA brings. He would much rather recede to the privacy of the forest or a darkened room/hallway than to make his move in front of the others. If Daryl was ever to talk about his personal life it would be to Carol (for advice and advice only about his partner's wellbeing) or Rick (To ask for dating advice/ and maybe to brag)

V- Valentines (First holiday together. How did they prepare? How did they celebrate?)

While holidays no longer exist and have no meaning after the turn, he often thinks to the only holiday he ever got to spend with his partner, properly.

It was Christmas. A holiday he and Merle had long since forgotten. One they had abandoned long before either of them were out of primary school but still knowledgeable enough to decipher that Santa Claus was a classist jackass. You had insisted they each give it a shot. For you. No religion involved just free shit. Daryl was hesitant. He didn't want to be disappointed again. Merle however was defensive. He wanted nothing to do with the holiday and often ridiculed the entire idea of it in it's entirety. But... the two relented after hearing that you would be cooking for them all weekend long. Merle complained and bitched the entire time you decked the halls of their trailer. "This sparkle shit better come out of my God damned carpets! I don't need ta find it in June!" You couldn't find a tree at a price any of you could afford but Daryl cut the biggest limb off a nearby pine and hoped it would be good enough. You were able to make stocking for each of the boys and on christmas eve you stuffed them with gifts and laid their presents under the makeshift tree. In the morning... they both stared at you nervous and akward. Like they both wanted to move and tear into shit but were scared they'd get in trouble. So you sat them down and handed them gifts. It wasn't much. You were working with a waiter's salary... but it was more meaningful to either of them than you ever knew. When Merle growled, embarrassed he didn't get you anything you simply said that spending the day with them meant more to you than any gift and you thought... for a second, that you watched both men's hearts grow three sizes that night.

W- Wicked (What do they do that purposely pushes their partner's buttons?)

Daryl will pull shit up from the past and use it against his partner to start a fight. He does this the most when he's feeling shitty about himself or a situation he's in and can't fix. He wants his partner to be just as upset and angry at him as he is with himself.

He has a really... really bad drinking problem. He is a mean drunk. If he wants he will find alcohol and drink in front of his partner knowing they hate it when he acts vindictive and hateful.

He gives the best silent treatment in the entire apocalypse. He could exist completely silent for literal weeks. (please do not mistake his need for space with the silent treatment. He gets over stimulated a lot and needs space)

Straight up disappears for days without ever telling his partner where he's going or when he'll be back. This gets worse after the Sanctuary.

Calls them pet names they despise (this is normally in retaliation to pet names they give him)

X- Xylophone (What song fits the relationship?)

Y- Yearning (When do they miss their partner the most? What do they do to placate themselves in the mean time?)

Daryl misses his partner so much when he's out on a run that lasts longer than a day. He worries about them constantly. If he can't bring them then he tries to bring a part of them, something to remind him of them. A trinket he can worry until he can get home. But if he can't or it's an emergency and he didn't have time. He always has a matching tattoo on his arm that you both got on your one year to remind him to come home to you...

Z- Zipper (Do they let their partner pick their outfits?)

If you find clothes that fit him out on runs he'll look at them and choose to wear them or not. Sometimes you bring home baby clothes to pick on him when he's being a big baby bitch. Other times you bring him clothes you know he's never going to wear just to fuck with him. He never says it out loud but he thinks this is funny.

[dixons-sunshine]

★ I’ll keep on adding as I write.

Fluff—❤️ | Angst—💔 | Suggestive—👀 | Smut—🔥| Platonic—💜

Daryl Dixon x Pregnant!Reader headcannons ❤️

Daryl Dixon x Mom!Reader With Baby Headcannons ❤️

Daryl Dixon x Former!Celebrity!Fem!Reader Headcannons ❤️

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader—Daryl With A Kid Headcannons ❤️

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[baseballbitch116]

What will their reactions be if we slapped their ass/butt? (twd)

I've never thought about this lmao!!

Rick:

He'd turn around and cock his head at you, raising his brows and slowly starting to chuckle at you. "Did you just...?" he asks with a devilish grin. You recognize that face and quickly start backing away as he comes after you for revenge.

Daryl:

He would be incredibly caught off guard and bewildered when you smacked his ass after he stood up from your shared bed. "What the-" he spins around to look at you, a confused expression on his face. "Why the hell did ya just slap my ass?" he asks as you crack up laughing.

"I dunno it seemed like fun," you say through giggles.

"Oh yeah, well now it's my turn," he growls and pins you down before you can run around, trying to turn you onto your stomach so he can slap your butt right back.

Shane:

He'd be stunned at first when you slapped his ass as he walked past you, getting ready for a run. He raises his brows at you and smirks in an amused way. "My turn," he grins devilishly and starts chasing you through the house. He eventually catches you and throws you down on the sofa, giving your ass a nice slap before turning you onto your back and kissing you passionately.

Merle:

"What the fuck?" he jumps when you slap his ass, completely caught off guard. "What'd ya do that for?" he exclaims, eyeing you up.

"I don't know, I just wanted to," you explain through giggles. Merle smirks and you realize what's about to happen too late. When you turn to run away, he's caught you by the waist with his left arm and places two hard slaps on your ass with his right hand. You yelp and laugh at the same time before he turns you around and pins you up against the wall. "Ya like that, sugarlips?"

Negan:

"What the shit?" he jumps when you slap his ass as he got dressed in front of you. You crack up laughing in bed at his confusion. "Oh I see, you want me to stay here and punish you, huh?" he says with a grin, walking over to you in the bed. Your eyes go wide and you try to get up to run, but he grabs you and pins you down, flipping you over to place a hard slap on your ass as he straddles you from behind.

[tinzuho]

sorry to all the new d.d fans, but i am never leaving season 1-5 daryl behind. like OBVIOUSLY his long hair suits, but imagine the grease and shit in it �� his short-ish- hair would be abit cleaner, and makes him look so irresistible!! 🙂‍↕️

[jamiejabbers]

I AM BEGGING SOMEONE TO WRITE FOR KELLY IN TWD MY GIRL IS SO UNDERRATED IM SURVIVING OFF CRUMBSS

[rimunagenius]

just thought you’d guys like to see these edits i made😏😏 for you frankie morales, jax teller, and daryl dixon lovers!!

Pedro Pascal:

Barbie tingz

Daddy issues

Charlie Hunnam:

She will

Barbie tingz

But you haven’t seen my man

Daryl Dixon:

Barbie tingz

Daddy issues

Me and your mama

Loyalty

Goosebumps

Daddy issues pt.2

Change

Begging vs. Demanding

Cash shit

these are all ranked by recent edits bc old edits were NOT it. if you do check them out, comment or repost, or like!! lmk if you came from here 😌 THIS LIST WILL BE ADDED TO OVERTIME!! [you DO NOT have to check these edits out, i would love it if you did, but again, you don’t have to.]

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[liliesdiary]

Can I request some headcanons about being Daryl's Living Sex Doll? Does he let her cum too? Does he give her cuddles and good aftercare when she's done pleasing him?

Being Daryl's Living Sex Doll Headcannons

cw: living sex doll, praising, low-key pervert!daryl, no protection, treats you like his personal doll, king of aftercare, brat, sub training, throat fucking, bunny nickname.

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Daryl loves to keep you at home all day and fuck you when he's had a stressful day, which is always.

He's never violent, he's so soft with you. He treats you like a delicate doll that could break at the slightest touch.

He can be such a pervert though, he always touches you, especially your breasts and ass.

Daryl loves to spoil you with kisses and cuddles when you're being a good girl.

He loves to watch as his fluids spill from your throbbing hole after making you tremble.

Daryl loves how soft you are and loves to take care of your skin for you.

He loves to speak to you in such a gentle voice as he pounds into you.

Daryl loves to praise you and call you his good little doll or his pretty little doll.

He loves to fuck your throat, all he has to do is tap your chin and you already know to open your mouth and take his cock like a good little doll.

He trains you and disciplines you.

If you're being a brat, he would punish you and fuck you for his own pleasure and won't let you cum.

You're his living sex doll, you need to learn your place.

You're not allowed to touch yourself without his permission. If you disobey, you will be punished.

He loves to dress you up like a doll and you love it.

He always loves to cuddle with you and Dog.

He makes you clean the house when you're being a brat.

Shower sex with Daryl is very common.

He makes you ride his big thighs until you're a moaning and whimpering mess.

He loves it when you call him sir.

Loves to call you his little bunny that bounces on his dick like a bitch in heat.

His favorite thing to do is finger you until you're overstimulated.

His grunts and moans are so loud even when he tries to be quiet.

He loves to hold your hand when you're so close.

[pastanest]

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

A/N: set in Alexandria, no spoilers of events, just one character who lives there

For Your Hand

From the moment Daryl strolled into Alexandria with one hand holding yours and the other holding a dead opossum, he had made a statement, and everyone in Alexandria had understood it loud and clear. In truth, Daryl had not thought much about the deeper meaning behind his statement, he simply wanted the crowd of strangers to understand that you were under his protection and he was very capable of handling pests. In his own way, the gesture was very sweet and because you knew him so well, you took it as a compliment. 

Anyone that had looked at you and seen you as an easy target or - god forbid - available, had quickly been set on the right path upon seeing the large hand that held yours and the way in which you partially hid yourself behind what you had accepted to be your guardian angel while others saw an unpredictable, animalistic, territorial wild-man, and you didn’t mind that description, either. There was only one person in the crowd of strangers that had been stupid enough to misinterpret the display and, instead of taking the “back off” message and following suit, took it as a personal challenge.

Deanna’s eldest son, Spencer, was the furthest thing from your type you could have conjured up if you were to try. Clean cut, smooth talking, clearly views himself as charming; the perfect salesman, in a time where nothing would ever be sold again. But, you were never one to be impolite without good reason, which was something Daryl admired about you from day one. Being naturally standoffish, he could not understand the warmth you immediately offered every person you met, including him, until a person gave you a reason to treat them differently. As ridiculous as you thought Spencer’s attempts at wooing you were, he had not overstepped a boundary or acted inappropriately, he remained respectful and would accept your refusals at every turn, but would approach you again in no time from a different angle, trying out some new sales pitch on you. It became an inside joke within your group, everyone laughing and rolling their eyes when they saw Spencer approach you, and because you had made it clear to Daryl you had no interest in the guy and he trusted you wholeheartedly, he saw the humor in it, too.

That was, until yesterday, when you went to Daryl nervously to tell him that the previous night, after Daryl had left to check the traps he’d set beyond the walls - not wanting to rely on the community’s food just yet - and Spencer took it upon himself to knock at your door. It was very late by the time your soulmate and protector had left your home, meaning it was no coincidence that Spencer was around when he left; he had been waiting for Daryl to go before he made his move. While the conversation he approached you with was nothing out of the ordinary for Spencer, you were made uncomfortable by the way in which he had snuck around Daryl, it meant he understood that your boyfriend would not approve of his intentions and that raised alarm bells for you.

Listening intently to your explanation, Daryl nodded only once, scowl already darting around Alexandria until it landed on the idiot that had dared make you feel uncomfortable. Fixing his icy glare on him, Daryl finally answered you.

“I’ll deal with ‘im.”

He considers running over and tackling the guy to the ground then and there, but decides against it in favor of a better plan, the thought of which leaves a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth for the rest of the day.

Daryl makes the executive decision to stick to you like glue for the rest of the evening. While he is not always at your side, he is never more than a few feet away, smoking a cigarette while you chat to someone else, helping you with your daily tasks, leading you over to his bike and having you sit on it while he works on it for absolutely no reason, solely to relish in the disdainful expression he catches on Spencer’s face from the corner of his eye when he stands up and you swoon over your greased up wildman. He ensures that, for the duration of the day when the sun is up, Spencer has no opportunity whatsoever to get you alone, for your sense of safety and his own personal enjoyment. 

Much like the previous night, Daryl spends the evening with you in the house you share, the two of you enjoying each other’s company, cooking up what he retrieved from his traps the night before, laughing and joking around like a married couple in the suburbs. As ironic as that description is, considering the state of the world and Daryl’s general opposition to that kind of dream, he cannot deny that, when that kind of dream involves you, it brings the softest smile to his face and the lightest dusting of pink to his cheeks. 

Around the same time as the previous night, Daryl takes his leave, kissing you goodbye at the door and swinging his crossbow over his shoulder before heading for the gate. This time, though, he intends to trap a different kind of pest. Instead of going to the gate, he turns left down a different street, then left again down another, then left one final time, between some houses that bring him right back to yours. There, he finds Spencer jogging up your porch steps with some flowers clasped in his hands. Daryl scoffs, approaching silently to stand at the bottom of the steps and right as Spencer lifts his hand to knock at your door, his voice cuts into the silence of the night.

“The hell you doin’?” His voice is quiet and gruff as ever, but the way Spencer’s stance stiffens tells Daryl he has already succeeded in making the younger man shit himself where he stands.

Clearing his throat, he turns to face Daryl, trying lamely to hide the flowers behind his back. “Daryl! Hey!”

Taking a drag of his cigarette, Daryl tips his nose, gesturing to the flowers. “Those for (Y/N)?”

Accepting that he has been caught in the act, Spencer can only nod.

Daryl nods back at him. “She don’ like ‘em, she likes pink ones best.”

Spencer’s eyes widen. “O-Oh…”

Dropping his cigarette on the ground, Daryl puts it out with a single drag of his shoe. “Course, ya’d know that if ya cared enough t’ ask ‘er, but ya dont. Every time ya talk to ‘er, yer tryna persuade ‘er that yer her dream guy, but ya know nothin’ about ‘er.”

Spencer frowns at this. “Hey, man, I never meant to-”

Daryl waves him off. “Save it, I’ve known what you were doin’ since the firs’ time I saw you lookin’ at ‘er.”

Spencer’s frown intensifies. “You knew and never tried to stop me? Isn’t she supposed to be yours?”

Daryl smirks at the idiot’s poor attempt to get under his skin. “Glad ya know that, at least. Never stopped ya ��cause (Y/N) never asked me to, she didn’t wanna be impolite an’ as long as you stayed respectful, I would’ve had no problem laughin’ at yer attempts to get ‘er. Ya crossed the line las’ night, so ‘m stoppin’ you now.”

Spencer sighs, feigning defeat as he hangs his head and walks slowly down the steps, not meeting Daryl’s scowl as he passes him. “I never meant to make her uncomfortable…You win, man.”

At that, Daryl scoffs again. “She ain’t no damn prize to be won, asshole.” Then it’s his turn to jog up the steps and stand at your door, intending to guard it until Spencer is out of sight. 

Unfortunately, Spencer’s ego just won’t let him leave without taking one last jab. Looking over his shoulder from down the street, he calls out.

“I hope someday (Y/N) realizes what’s good for her and chooses someone that will actually fight for her!”

For a moment, there is silence, because Daryl allows it. He watches the silence lull Spencer into a false sense of security, waits for the victorious smirk to appear on his face, and then lets that smirk disappear at the sound of a crossbow falling against your porch. 

The steps towards Spencer are silent, but he turns to face the fast approaching wildman with an expression of a deer in headlights. Once only a few feet separates them, Daryl stops. 

“Ya think I won’t fight for ‘er?”

Spencer clears his throat. “W-Well, I just meant that you haven’t-”

Daryl shrugs, interrupting him. “C’mon then, gimme yer best shot.”

Spencer’s jaw drops. “Wh-What?!”

Daryl crosses his arms over his chest. “C’mon, man, you wanna fight for ‘er hand or whatever, go for it. I’ve got all night.”

The sound of your front door opening pulls Daryl from his current conversation immediately. As soon as his eyes land on the sight of you, stepping out onto your porch, his scowl softens into the loving smile that only you can bring him.

“Daryl? Is everything alright?” You call out to him, your concern for what is unfolding between the two men obvious by your tone.

“Everythin’s fine, almos’ done here!” Daryl calls back to you. 

Seeing your expression relax makes his heart sing, even from afar, but it doesn’t last long. A look of alarm flashes across your face and you’re quick to point behind him. 

“DARYL! LOOK OUT!”

Scowling, Daryl turns around just in time to duck out of the way of Spencer as he lunges for him, sending him stumbling. The moment Spencer is steady on his feet again, Daryl closes the space between them with a swift right hook to his jaw, Spencer landing on the ground with a thud. Standing over him, Daryl shakes his head.

“If ya wan’ed me t’ fight for ‘er, only had t’ ask.”

With that, he steps over Spencer as he sputters blood onto the gray street and rolls onto his back, staring up at the night sky in total defeat. Meanwhile, Daryl strolls over to you so casually, as though he hasn’t just made the most chivalrous and impressive display for your hand you have ever seen. Playing along, you hold your hand out to him and as he ascends the porch steps, he takes hold of it and gently kisses your knuckles, the two of you chuckling at the ridiculousness of it all, but both feeling heat rising in your faces at the intensity of your feelings towards each other, following such a gesture.

Hand still in his, you tug him as close to you as you can bring him and lean up to place a chaste kiss on his lips. You can both feel Spencer’s eyes on you as you do, bringing amused smiles to your faces, but a chaste kiss is the most PDA either of you want to give him the satisfaction of showing off. Leaning down to pick his crossbow back up, Daryl swings it over his shoulder, and you are quick to instinctively brush his hair from his face as you admire him in all his glory.

“My knight in shining armor.”

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[awlimagines]

Their secret talents. Part One

CELIA/CECILIA - A WAY WITH ANIMALS

You wanted to cry with frustration. Takakura and you were trying to catch the newest lamb. The terrified baby had an injured leg you were trying to treat. The mother didn’t help as she rammed your leg again when you were almost close enough to grab the lamb. 

“Can I help?” Cecilia’s voice called your attention to the fence line. She must have been passing on her way to the Goddess Spring and seen your struggles. 

“It’s okay. I’d hate for you to get hurt.” 

“Nonsense, we need to get the poor baby taken care of,” the young woman answered, climbing over the fence without care. You scrambled to assist her. Cecilia took only a moment to brush her skirt back into order before walking further into the field. You apprehensively lingered behind her as she knelt and spoke to the mama sheep. All too easily, the ewe walked forward to nuzzle into Ceci’s chest. The lamb weakly limped along after its mother to Cecilia’s side. 

“Here we go,” Cecilia proudly said, gathering the lamb to hold close. “Were you trying to go to the barn?” 

“Yeah,” you weakly replied, following after the brunette. With Cecilia’s help, Takakura and you managed to get the mom and baby into an isolation pen and provide treatment. Cecilia asked if she could visit them tomorrow before waving and resuming her day. You were puzzled. Why did the sheep trust her so quickly over Takakura and you, who cared for them daily? As you dump fresh water and feed into the pen, you ask Takakura. 

“Some people just have a way with animals,” the man shrugged in response.

CODY/GORDY - SPEAKING BACKWARD

(Text that's not backward is at the bottom for easier reading.)

“Desoporp t’nevah llits uoy?” the odd sounds from his sister turned your head. 

Gordy glanced at your confused expression before responding to his sister, “thgir neeb t’nsah gnimit eht. Tcefrep sgniht tnaw I.”

“Yrruh ot deen uoy! Ecein a tnaw I.” 

After their brief exchange, the two switched to speaking a language you could understand. You asked as soon as Gordy’s sister left what language they were speaking. When he explained it was the same language you spoke now, just backward, you couldn’t believe it. The man was patient as he repeated phrases you said backward without pause. Stunned by the unexpected skill, you asked how they learned to do it. Gordy laughed and explained it was their secret code to talk to each other without their parents knowing what it was about. 

“So, what were you talking about earlier?” 

“Just about how cute you are,” Gordy’s smile made you feel he wasn’t giving you the whole truth. 

You still haven’t proposed? 

The timing hasn’t been right. I want things perfect. 

You need to hurry! I want a niece.

DARYL - ALWAYS KNOWS THE TIME & WHICH WAY IS NORTH

You had taken to hanging out at Daryl’s lab during your free afternoons. The scientist was surprisingly tolerant of your numerous questions. Though, you felt his patience didn’t extend to everyone in town. You were closely watching Daryl’s latest work when he spoke. 

“Didn’t you say you were meeting Takakura at 2:00 p.m. for a new animal’s arrival?”

“Yeah, why?” 

“It’s 1:57 p.m.” 

“That can’t be right,” you muttered, looking around for a clock. You grabbed a watch from your rucksack when you didn’t see one in the lab. You rarely had anything time-sensitive since moving to the valley. When the watch confirmed it was indeed the time you were meant to meet Takakura, you scrambled from the lab, throwing Daryl a quick farewell over your shoulder. 

A day later, Daryl visited your farm as you puzzled over one of your fields. The field was tilled and ready to plant, but you paused. You explained the issue to Daryl when he asked what you were doing. Vesta and Matthew recommended planting in north-to-south rows for winter when you bought seeds. Now that you were ready to plant, you didn’t know which way was what. The cloudy day didn’t help in figuring out north, and you didn’t have a compass. Without a pause, Daryl indicated which way to plant. 

“How do you do that?” 

“Do what?” the scientist frowned at your question.

“Know direction and the time off hand like that!”

Though he acted like it wasn’t a big deal, Daryl was pleased to have impressed you without trying.

FLORA - PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY

With all the stress of a new farm, you were immensely grateful for Flora. Working in the mines with Flora helped to distract you from sitting around the farm, hoping your crops would grow. Her calmness and methodical ways greatly offset your panic and worries. During lunch, you would share the journals Takakura left to help you as you both learned about how to run a farm. 

You were excited for Flora to visit the farm. It was her day off, and you got your first sheep yesterday. You could barely contain your excitement in showing off the adorable, fluffy new animal. Flora found you in the field, biting your lip in apprehension. The poor new sheep had an odd spot missing from its wooly hide. 

“Do you need help?” the blonde interrupted your thoughts.

“I just think I used these wrong. Baa-b seemed upset the moment I started,” you explained. “I should recheck Takakura’s notes.” 

“How did you use them?” Flora watched you demonstrate what you did far from the shaken sheep. “Oh, here’s what you’re doing wrong.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock as Flora demonstrated the correct method, both with and without your sheep. She didn’t notice anything amiss until she turned from Baa-b to offer you the shears to try again. 

“How did you do that? I thought you didn’t know anything about animal care?” you questioned. 

“It was in Takakura’s notes we read,” Flora replied, confused by your questions. 

“That was weeks ago! How did you remember that?” 

“I have a photographic memory; I just need to see something once. It simplified classes and helped me get the job with Professor Carter.” 

Flora blushed as you raved about how phenomenal a gift her talent was.

MUFFY/MOLLY - ACTING

Molly and you had decided on a night in. You prepared everything for her arrival in meticulous detail. There were plenty of pillows, snacks, and movies of all sorts lined up to watch. The blonde giggled at your enthusiasm and assured you she felt the same when she arrived. At Molly’s insistence, you picked the first film. You settled for one of your childhood favorites to share with her. 

The movie was about a spunky orphan you had always admired as a kid. You settled into the pillows with Molly as the film began. Molly grew stiff beside you as the title scrawled across the screen and the movie opened. She looked uncomfortable with your movie choice. You offered to switch to a different film. 

“Oh no, darling, it’s fine. I’ve never seen it, and I would like to watch it with you,” with her smile and reassurance, you let the matter go, though you were worried. Did she hate this movie and lie so as not to upset you?  

You soon found yourself distracted from the movie. The spunky orphan looked so much like the woman sitting next to you. It was probably the blonde curls and green eyes, you reasoned. The combination wasn’t too uncommon, but the resemblance felt uncanny. No one knew what happened to the childhood prodigy actress in the film. As a teenager, she disappeared from the limelight and probably lived comfortably in a large house somewhere. You blinked at the screen as the credits rolled, and you recognized a name.

“That was you?” you spluttered, turning to Molly. 

“Well, yes,” Molly hesitated before explaining further. “Life behind the scenes was very different! The world of acting was negatively impacting my life. So, I-” 

“Hey, you don’t need to explain! I’m happy you quit. Otherwise, we’d never be here like this,” you smiled, kissing her.

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General Info

I am a fanfiction writer for no real specific fandom. I tend to hyper-fixate on certain shows/various other medias for months at a time but this blog is not for any one of those in particular. I write what I am inspired to and all of that will accumulate here. With that being said, there are some things to note before anyone goes on to consume my work;

I obviously have no way of really controlling this, but it needs to be said. This is an 18+ blog. All of my works are/will be inappropriate for minors in one way or another. If you are not an adult, I ask that you please avoid my writing. If you choose to disregard this message that is no fault of my own.

This blog will almost exclusively be focused on yandere/obsessive themes

Trigger warnings and content warnings are/will be provided on all of my works. I will try my absolute best to include all of the sensitive topics in the foreword, but if I miss any feel free to comment/pm and I will make sure to correct my mistake.

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Last but not least... I am one to suffer from chronic writer's block. Life and stress can get in the way fairly easily for me, especially as I am now an adult in college. I cannot pump out all the content I used to in middle/high school. Breaks lasting months is not an uncommon occurrence for me, but I will always try my best to continue in some way.

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