#daryl naming his dog dog?? perfect

[jdeanmorgan]

OK. I've finished s09 of the walking dead and all I can say is. Holy. Fucking. Shit. What the fuck. The beginning of the season felt so off and kinda boring like they were trying so hard to find their footing (I get why) but boy am I glad I stuck with it bc the second half of the season is fucking BRILLIANT. HELLO?!!??!

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Old dog

Daryl Dixon x reader | SMUT🔞

Daryl is never been watched with such interest before, and it grabs his attention. But he feels like he got his order of actions wrong..

The Kingdom was a strange place.

First there was the King, with his pet tiger.

The King spoke in a strange manner, and his ever so friendly right hand too.

The Queen was a kind woman, she had shown you around and given you a roof over your head after you wandered into her lands.

The Kingdom had guards on horseback, and all its residents referred to their leader as the King.

Like a true old age Kingdom.

It was near summer when you arrived and took some time to get settled, now having your routine all worked out and were a happy new addition to the bakery.

While it meant crazy early mornings, it brought many people a good start of their day. You made your delivery rounds as the first people got up to tend to the gardens before the sun got too hot, passing then with a kind smile and a good morning wish on your way to the school building where you'd make your last delivery of the day.

You continued your daily tasks back at the bakery when a returning resident came by.

Each day he'd come by to pick up the same order, so by now it was standard to have it ready by a certain time.

Like clockwork he showed up, the gorgeous older man with his grey streaked hair that framed his bearded face oh so perfect.

You always wondered about the scar that sat around one of his sea blue eyes, but you never found the courage to ask.

You only knew his first name because the baker mentioned it once.

Daryl.

With rough, scarred hands he accepted the packaged food but remained in his spot.

"M'sorry, ya don't happen ta have sun leftovers, do ya? 'M headin' out fer a couple days 'n could use some extras." A little stunned by the sudden change in routine had you stammer a response neither of you could make out before you disappeared further into the back.

To your luck a fresh batch was just taken out of the oven, so you quickly grabbed a few buns and put them in a tea towel before moving back to the front.

"Here you go, fresh out of the oven." You smiled nervously as you held out the makeshift pouch, almost freezing as the calloused pads of his fingers brushed your skin while taking the bread from you.

With a charming as ever thanks he made his way out the door.

After the third time preparing the order for Daryl, who wasn't in town to come pick it up you were told to go take a day or two off, relax and go try and catch him come back home later during the day.

On your delivery routes and walks around the community you had caught wind of some kind of guard dog. You'd pick it up from time to time but today had been much more frequent.

You wondered what they meant. Maybe you'd ask Carol about it later.

The Kingdom was a nice place.

Each day there would be someone in the community's centre, playing some kind of instruments. Alone or in a group, it varied, but it was always nice to enjoy when you could.

You were enjoying it for so long you barely noticed the sun starting to set and Carol finding you. "Couldn't catch you at the bakery today, was told you were given the day off."

She came to sit beside you, enjoying the music and sharing a small snack she brought with you.

After a short while she got up, turning to you and offering a hand. "Come, we're gonna see something. If I have to believe the baker's words you're gonna love it."

Carol's words confused you, the thought of the baker casually talking about you with her wasn't really a happy one. Yet you followed her every step as she made her way to the front gates of the Kingdom.

"We're heading out? Without weapons or gear?" There was nothing around for you to see, confusion rising even more and edging on annoyance. Why wouldn't she just way where you were going?

You stood and watched as as she bounced on her heels with her arms behind her back. She was being all giddy about something and your mind could not come up with what on earth it could be.

Option after option ran through your mind until the guards spoke and the gates started to open.

Carol passed you a smile and raised her brows as she nudged her head towards the gate before turning back to watch.

You took a step closer to see what she was on about, and within the reach of your first step a figure came into view between the large gate doors.

"Holy shit." You stood frozen, much like those few days ago when Daryl suddenly asked for additions to his bakery order.

Despite the distance between the two of you and the low volume of your words, it looked like he heard you and gave you a smile and a small wave.

The scene before you became crazier by the second, on his shoulders a large deer that he carried without any visible strain but that wasn't all. Tied to his waist with a thick belt he lugged a tarp stacked with different hunted animals.

But something else felt off, beside the show of inhuman strength he seemed to possess.

Out from underneath his hair poked an ear, like it did sometimes before as well, although they seemed.. pointed?

His smile as well. You had seen the stubby pointed canines he had, but there were loads of people who had those slightly longer than average. Why did they look bigger now, accompanied with a similar set on his bottom teeth that surely weren't there before.

Also, was he fuzzier than normal? It was all hard to see in the dim light. It could just have been dirt stuck on his skin from being out in the woods so long. Surely he didn't bother cleaning up out there.

All the while Daryl dragged his game inside and stopped to report to Carol, glancing your way every so often as he could feel the energy radiating off you. He was enjoying the way you stared at him with confusion that slowly morphed into something he almost wanted to categorize as adoration.

It wasn't often Daryl got that look from anyone, so to say he was suddenly more intrigued by the baker woman was an understatement.

"Hey," Daryl's voice pulled you from your thoughts, staring at him without a single word running through your mind. "Wanna help unload all'a this at the butcher?"

A silent nod was all you managed as you followed him, hearing Carol say something but not entirely registering her words.

It was the next day when you saw him outside of his usual routine yet again, before the time of his usual pickup. The early summer sun was up when you made your rounds, and so was Daryl.

Across the street from the butcher’s place was a small area that used to be a children’s playground where you caught him doing pull-ups, flannel hanging open over his torso that you secretly expected to be way more toned, but instead you saw lightly furred soft flesh.

He hadn’t noticed you as you moved past to the butcher’s doorstep where you’d leave her order, quietly mumbling to yourself as you stared at Daryl again. “Lords, I want that man to fold me like a lawn chair..” You were so lost in the view of him pulling up his full weight with just one arm, his legs crossed under him, that you didn’t hear the butcher arrive until she pat you on the shoulder. “I may not be into men, but even I can see the appeal of that old dog bending me over the nearest surface.”

The sudden contact made you squeak and jump away, only to be laughed at as you stumbled over your words before running along on your delivery route.

It was only a couple of seconds after you were out of earshot that Daryl appeared on the butcher's steps, shoulders shaking as he softly laughed at the interaction he heard all too well just a moment ago. "Yer horrible, ya know tha'?" He bumped her shoulder aa he walked past her, into the shop to start working on all the kills he brought back the day before.

The butcher let out a breath through her nose. "And you love me for it, mutt." Behind her she closed the door and flipped off the hunter, sticking out her tongue behind his back. "'Course I love ya, ya crazy knife wieldin' hag."

The rest of the day after running off at the butcher went fairly normal, Daryl picked up his order and you cleaned the place alone with the baker having to leave early for a meeting.

It was only when you closed up shop for the day that it got weird. Daryl stood outside, seemingly waiting with his arms crossed under short sleeves so tight you wondered how they hadn't cut off circulation yet.

Without missing a beat he pushed himself off the wall and stepped beside you. "C'mon. Wanna show ya som'n." His gruff voice could tell you to eat dirt and you'd do it so naturally you followed suit, walking around the community until you reached the homes placed at the far end, right at the forest wall.

You took in the beat up old truck with the hood popped and one wheel missing, and next to it inside the garage with the missing door a bike that looked like it was made over years of collecting parts. Was this his home?

You followed him inside the garage, the door in the back opening and leading into a small kitchen littered with tools and materials. The tea towel you gave him the bread in laid neatly folded on the corner of the messy table, not a single grease or oil covered item near it.

In the moment of distraction Daryl's hand landed on your hip as he scooted past you in the narrow space between the counter and the table, his crotch brushing your ass in the process.

He felt you become rigid at his touch and apologized. "Sorry, doll. Place ain't made fer two."

His hand remained in its place, squeezing as he apoligized making you want to just give in to your haunting daydreams and let him take you right then and there.

"So, what did you wanna show me again?" You were fidgeting, trying to calm your nerves with Daryl so close.

"S' upstairs. Sum ol' items ya can dig through. See if ya wan' sum." With a hand placed on your hip he led you upstairs, steering you around the corner and through one of the doors, ending with your knees pressed against a bed.

Before you had a chance to ask anything one of Daryl's hands came around your front, resting on your lower belly as the other one snuck around your chest. "How 'bout ya be a good girl fer me an' lemme fold ya like a lawn chair." His beard drug across your skin as he came to bite your earlobe. "Tha's what ya want, righ'? Got all hot 'n bothered when the butcher mentioned me bendin 'er over the counter.." with one hand sneaking under your waistband and the other softly squeezing your breast he had you whimpering.

"S'fine, righ'?" His hands stilled at your silence. "Words, doll. Ain' gon do anythin' unless ya give me an okay." His hands moved to cafefully turn you around to look you in the eye, but you quickly buried your face in his chest, hands against him as well and all your body wanted was to squeeze.

Squeeze your fingers into his plump, soft chest. Squeeze your thighs together for some desparately needed friction.

You softly nodded, murmuring something Daryl couldn't make out.

"Need ta hear ya." Daryl softly caressed your shoulder, moving to tilt your head up so you'd look at him.

Your eyes scanned his face, soft and gentle. Eyes glistening a bright blue between the thick, red scarred line that cut right through an eyebrow. Your eyes wandered to his lips, partially hidden by the grey scruff that occupied the lower half of his face as you breathed. "I want this."

With your eyes on his lips you saw his concerned look change into a wicked grin that showed his pointed canines.

In a split second after that you were thrown onto the bed and caged between Daryl's limbs, his face buried in your neck as he nipped and sucked at your skin.

"Go on." He whispered. "Take 'em off. I know ya wan' it." Daryl was on his way to the hem of your shirt already as you slowly worked your hands towards the buttons of of his flannel, undoing them with trembling fingers, focus drifting away with every drag of his teeth across your flesh.

With some assistance your top halves were soon bare. Daryl's hands on your soft chest, tongue all over them as he sucked bruises to the underside.

Your fingers found his hair, pulling at the strands in pleasure as the others traced every scar on Daryl's body. From the small puncture wounds to the large gashes on his back, you caressed each one of them.

Letting out short, panted breaths your body burned wherever Daryl's fingers trailed, the rough pads leaving a path of tingling flesh from your chest down to your side, his tongue following down your body between where his hands had gone.

With the descent of his body his scarred frame moved out of reach, placing both hands in his hair and tugging as his teeth dug into your skin, earning a growl that sounded from deep in his chest.

With newfound interest you pulled again, your nails scratching his scalp in the process as your hips rolled up against his torso.

The low, scratchy moan that left him rumbled against your hip and had him quickly slide his hands down your hips. With no effort you felt your hips rise as two strong hands grabbed your ass and fabric slide off your body. Both your loose trousers and panties were shoved down the rounds of your hips as they lifted off the bed, the fabric pulled off your legs before your knees ended on both sides of your chest and Daryl's teeth were back just below your bellybutton where the meat of your folded torso met in perfect, bite-sized rolls.

You watched him litter your stomach in marks, clamping his jaw onto your thighs to color your skin in where only he could admire them.

"Daryl, please.."

Your voice had him lock eyes with you from where he sat between your legs and watched your pleading gaze with a soft nod before leaning back down and licking a broad stripe over the back of your thigh, moving to delve his tongue right into your centre.

Your moans of his name added fuel to the already raging fire, parting your lips with his tongue and drinking up all of your sweetness. With each stroke against your clit your walls clenched around nothing, muscles tensing but your body laying unmoved under Daryl's strong grip.

You squirm, hands finding his on your thighs as you whine and mewl, signaling you being close to finishing.

"Such pretty sounds, all fer me.." Daryl speaks against your clit before wrapping his lips around it once more and teasing you, making you hold back your own thigh so his fingers could join his mouth, stuffing two down your entrance with ease as he kept licking and sucking in tandem with the curls of his digits.

Your sounds increase in volume with Daryl's ministrations, crying out at your peak, clenching your walls tightly around his fingers as you finished.

"'Ere, lemme stretch those legs fer ya." With gentle hands he laid your legs flat against the bed on either side of him, allowing the blood flow to return while you came down from your high.

You watched him with hazy eyes, on his knees between your legs tugging at the button and zipper of his black jeans. Beneath the oh so inviting trail of dark hair he lowered the layers still on him to reveal his thick, hard cock.

Your view was close to perfection, a gorgeous old man between your spread legs. The lines of his body like rings on a tree, showing signs of age and survival. From the scar at his collarbone, at the edge of the soft dusting of chest hair down to his thick strong legs he was removing his clothes from he was like a piece of art for you to admire as you desired.

And gods, you desired him.

"Ya look like ya wanna eat me alive." He looked down at you, one hand running through his hair while the other slowly stroked his cock.

You licking your lips as you stared at his impressive length was all he needed to ler himself fall forward and catch himself right before he'd make contact with you, calmly catching your lips in a deep kiss. With your tongue against his lips you asked for more and he obliged almost immediately, parting his lips and swiping his tongue against yours, lips moulding together in percect harmony until you desperately needed air.

Your hand lingered on the side of his head, thumb caressing the scar around his eye.

"What's the story on this one?" Daryl couldn't get enough of that look on your face. The one filled with curiosity, not a speck of fear or disgust on you.

"Old girlfrien' decided she didn' like me no more." He averted your gaze as he remembered the fight in the cabin back then, and the serrated edge of the knife catching the skin of his face. He deliberately left out the terms his then lover called him as she chased him out the door with a shotgun. That was a tale for another time.

Right now all he wanted was to ravish the woman underneath him.

The setting sun caught his eyes and for a fraction of a second they seemed to glow, icy blue in a sea of black. When they looked back at you it was gone, a pair of normal blue eyes looking at you.

He shook off the memories and brought his focus back to the now, to you underneath him, the scent of your arousal, and his painfully hard cock.

Daryl adjusted his position, his length rubbing your folds in the process earning a soft moan from you.

"Gonna make more o'them pretty noises fer me, doll?" His hand reached for his member and rubbed the tip between your folds, spreading your wetness around, listening to your soft mutters of "yes" and "please".

Daryl needed no more convincing, nuzzling your noses together before kissing you deeply as he slowly inches himself inside of you. The initial stretch hurt and you couldn't help but groan into the kiss at how big he was. His cock was way girthier than just two fingers, and it had been years since your last time before this.

Daryl's hand moved down your body, slowly rubbing your clit to distract from the stretch. His kisses deepened, your tongue sliding past his teeth, feeling around his fangs with fascination.

A soft whimper sounded from you as he bottomed out, making him halt a moment to let you adjust. "Ya tell me when yer good, 'kay?"

You nodded and answered a soft "uhuh." and a bit later, after a few experimental squeezes you told him you were good.

With his hand still on your hip Daryl carefully pulled back and slid inside at a slow and steady pace, letting you get used to him for a few thrusts until your heels came up to dig in his rear.

"Hmhm, eager are we?" Daryl grinned against your neck, taking the hint and quickening his pace. His hands had your hips in a bruising grasp, his hips snapping against yours earning soft gasps on each impact.

"H.. hah.. ah Daryl fuck--" you were a beautiful piece beneath him, with your head thrown to the side, arm covering your eyes and chest heaving and shaking with each thrust.

"So good, doll. So pretty for me." Daryl was huffing out a laugh, moving his hands off your hips to grab at your lower legs. Deep, short thrusts continued as he moved your legs from around him back to up beside your torso, knees pressed against your shoulders as he fucked into you with your ass up off the matress.

He was so deep all of a sudden it had you see stars, crying out his name aa your orgasm crashed down on you.

You were sweating all over, breaths deep to get enough air and body heavy. With your eyes closed you laid still, getting the air back into your lungs as Daryl teased you by softly rutting into your overly sensitive cunt.

"Don' tell me yer tired already, I haven't even finished yet.." His thrusts changed angles and now brushed your clit, having you mewl out pleas he chose to ignore. "Tha's more like it, music, those sounds o' yers." His thrusts continued, as did your pleas. You didn't even know what you were begging for but the knot in your belly was quickly returning in time with his thrusts getting sloppier, not long after crying out again as you came a few thrusts before je did too.

There were tears rolling down your face, laying limp on the bed. Daryl's hands had let go of your legs again, letting you stretch them for thr short moment before he was fully hard again.

Unexpectedly Daryl flipped you onto your stomach and moving your hips around to his preference.

"Time fer round two?" He wached you nod wit your face in the pillows, moving to slowly press inside you once more and bending down to press soft kisses to your back. Your mind went back to being hazy a few thrusts in with how good his cock felt at this new angle fist gripping at the pillows beneath you that muffled your moans.

His hands were all over your backside, kneading every soft surface he could reach as he continued his steady pace.

Your sounds were like music to his ears, wishing to hear them every night, over and over again until your throat was so soar he had to bring you medicine and nurse you back to health. Your curiosity was already enough to make him want you, never having anyone radiate such a type of energy towards him and it has him hooked. But having you here like this now had him almost addicted, wanting to keep you, claim you but he knew he didn't have the right to do so. He didn't deserve it, for he was sort of still lying to you about large aspects of his life.

But if he could make you feel this good now in this moment, that was all he cared about.

He fucked you from behind until you came once, twice and then moved you onto your side, holding onto one of your legs against his chest as je continued rutting into you, earning two more orgasms from you right before finishing himself for the second time.

As he came down from his high he stared at you, passed out and asleep beneath him. Ever so carefully he moved you so he could lay down as well, pulling you against his chest as he settled to drift off too.

It was morning by the time you woke up, groaning in pain as your legs resisted being moved off the bed. You blinked the sleep from your eyes and shot up off the bed. "Ah, god damn oww.." Your ass hit the matress again, the crunchy layer of dried fluids scratching your thighs.

"Oh for fuck's sake I'm gonna be late!" You stumbled around the place searching for the shower to scrub yourself clean, picking up your shirt off the floor and sniffing it. "Nope, can't wear that. Shit!" You found the bathroom and were vigorously scrubbing your legs and quickly back to digging through all of Daryl's drawers in a panic, trying to find something decent to wear.

"Ya know ya can just ask, right?" You didn't even register what he said and grumbled back at him. "I don't have time, okay? I'm already gonna be late for work and I got nothing to wear because my own clothes stink so I'm gonna have to run home first and be even later."

Face down in a drawer your attention was pulled by a short whistle, and the second you were up and turned towards the noise an entire outfit found your face.

Underwear, socks, simple sweats and a flanel.

"Why do you have a stash of women's clothes?" You were genuinely curious but that didn't stop you from struggling to put on the clothes with your entire body aching. "I don't even know how I'm gonna walk my rounds. Everything hurts.."

You were already dreading today and it had barely even started.

"Need me ta make yer rounds? Got time so I don' mind." Daryl was following you down the stairs now, hands ready to catch you as you stumbled, not wanting you to fall.down the stairs on your wobbly legs.

"No way I'm letting you do my rounds. I don't want the whole community on my neck tomorrow about why I sent you." You were halfway out the door already, walking as fast as possible and waving Daryl off on your not so fast way to work.

You arrived late and got told off for it, but the baker quickly changed his demeanor once he saw you limp. He gave you a quick rundown of what he had planned to do at the bakery and let you stay in as he took over your rounds, which you were very thankful for.

The front door bell rang and Carol appeared, a while after Daryl had dropped by for his usual, and bringing in a bag with your clothes.

"Hey, didn't see you this morning." Carol was as cheery as ever, her hair braided and her smile kind and motherly.

"Yeah," you leaned against the counter, wincing as you moved your weight. "Hurt my leg yesterday, so I'm in here thr whole day now." You tried to shrug it off, not feeling like coming up with a decent enough lie. Not that you needed one anyways.

"Which clearly has nothing to do with you spending the night at Daryl's place?" A knowing smile spread on her face as she looked you up and down, arms crossed over her chest, laughing as she watched your eyes about to pop out of your head in response. "You're wearing my emergency clothes. Looks like we have about the same size."

You felt blessed with today being a quiet day and could clean while you chatted with Carol and closed up shop after, with the baker off again while you ran the bakery.

"There's something wrong with that man." You sighed as you bent down to lock up the garage door, groaning as you came back up. "He's like, what? Almost sixty? And he still held out longer than me. I swear I passed out once before he was done."

Carol was giggling all the way with your bags in her hand. "He's fifty-four, but alright."

"Yeah, okay. That fifty-four year old would have kept going if I hadn't clocked out after lord knows how ma--"

"Five, doll." Daryl's voice suddenly behind you had you jump up and almost fall if it wasn't for his quick response to steady you.

"How the hell are you fine?" Your question was directed at Daryl, but your eyes were on Carol who was having the time of her life seeing you be so confused about her best friend's energy levels.

"There's a lot about Daryl you don't know yet, dear." She winked at her friend, who only grunted in response.

"Oh really? When are you planning on telling me all about yourself? Do I need to cook you a romantic dinner?" Your words came out with way too much excitement, letting out how eager you were to learn about Daryl.

"Ya'll learn eventually. No need ta rush things, righ'?" His voice kept cool, but Carol read his body language like a book and quickly saw he needed help to cross that line. Him scratching the side of his fingers, and obsessively wiping the hair out of his face, eyes looking everywhere but at you. They were all tells, and Carol felt bad for him.

"Why don't you two stay over for dinner? Ezekiel won't make it home in time so I'd be all alone otherwise." Carol quickly set up a plan, making it all seem like coincidence but in her mind she had all the steps figured out already.

"I'd love to stay over, but only if it's not too much effort." Peeking past Daryl you saw her wave your assumption off and assure it was fine.

And thus you three ended up around Carol's nice dinner table in the King's home.

Somehow you expected it to be fancy and pristine, but that would never happen with how selfless the King was.

The food was nice and Carol had gifted you some stronger painkillers she had laying around to ease your body, you all just chatted about your day, and you thought your subtle questions about him were going okay, until Daryl excused himself to go smoke what seemed in a hurry.

"It's okay honey, Daryl has a hard time opening up to people. He needs to find the right moments to talk." Carol gave you a loving shoulder squeeze and pointed you towards the back door where Daryl had just left through.

"He loves the forest, he feels safe there." With a wink she sent you off.

You carefully approached him and settled in the doorframe. "Hey," Your voice was soft as to not startle him. "Wanna go for a walk? Outside the walls."

With a nod he got up and offered you his hand to take, and with a sigh he let a smile come through. "Carol really set us up, didn't she?"

You laughed along with him and decided then you wouldn't push him, and let him talk at his pace.

With your gear gathered the two of you found yourselves walking along the tree line in silence.

"M' sorry." Daryl kept his eyes on the ground where he walked, but with his pinkie he touched yours and hooked them together.

"When Carol brought ya to welcome me back after the huntin' I was confused. But when I felt yer curious stares instead of gettin' negative 'n scared I got.." He fell quiet, his hand pulling away from yours but you quickly grabbed it fully, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles.

But you stayed quiet, and just walked with his hand in yours.

After a long stretch of only hearing the ground crunch under your shoes Daryl stopped.

"S'where I stay when I go out each month." You stood a few feet away from a rock wall, overgrown with green and a small clearing in it. Looking around you there was no way of being seen here from any angle.

You also saw trees with torn off branches and what looked like deep claw marks. "Should'a shown ya 'fore last night."

You looked over at him and made sure he saw you smile. "You really think anything would have changed my mind?" Your hands came up to his face to hold his gaze on you, hoping he'd see the truth in your eyes.

"I know yer not lyin'. Ya haven't lied since we started talkin'." His hand moved to touch the small of your back, the other one gesturing at the overgrown wall. "C'mon."

Daryl had his knife ready as he moved past some hanging vines with your hand in his to keep you close.

The area was void of any dead, except for the picked clean bones covering the ground.

And the seemingly random pile of fabrics and signs of humans staying here.

He let go of your hand and let you wander around, staring at every little thing.

You kneeled down off to the side, getting up to move some vines to let in more light before walking back.

"You stay here?" Your fingers traced the print in the sand, glancing over at Daryl who was slowly stepping closer with calculated steps, like a true huntsman would to not startle an animal.

Quietly he leaned down next to you, and without saying a word moved his hand to the print in the loose sand.

The world went blurry around Daryl's hand as you watched it change. Muscles under the skin warping to reshape as flesh darkened and nails grew, and then fit perfectly into the indentation.

Daryl was hyper aware of everything around him, senses almost overwhelming him as he felt the worms crawl under the earth and heard the birds fly over outside. But even with his senses running on overdrive he couldn't find a single negative feeling coming off you.

You stared at his hand, now more a claw and it felt like everything suddenly made sense.

His strength, the way he heard things from so far off, his way of using terms that didn't make sense and that strange glow in his eyes.

Daryl's mind kept showing you running away, crying as he got closer each time.

Instead, there in the small cave like structure he called home once a month, you reached out your hand and placed it on top of his changed one.

"I don't regret being curious." Your shoulder rested against his, slowly easing into more contact. "And I'm still happy I went home with you, and came here to see this. To see you." Your weight was now entirely resting against his side, and for the first time since he sat down he dared to look at you.

You, who laid comfortably against his side.

"I'm honestly kinda glad you showed me this." You watched Daryl raise his brows at your words. "Suddenly your strange but interesting things make sense. Kinda obvious for someone to be so strong, or have glowy eyes when they're not human."

Your hand gave his a comfortable squeeze. "I hope you'll show me all of this you one day." With a finger pressed to his knuckles you moved your head to kiss his cheek.

"Close yer eyes fer a minute." Daryl moved to stand after he kissed your head, moving behind you.

Noises filled the air. Clothes being undone and landing on the floor.

And then cracking. Tearing and groaning. Coughing and growling, a thud that acompanied a shove against your backside that almost made you turn around, but je asked not to, and you were going to respect his wish.

Once the noises died down and all you heard was deep breathing you opened your eyes again, staring straight forward as you waited. Waited for something to signal it was okay to turn.

That something was a press against your shoulder, a press and a huff of air against your exposed neck.

From the edge of your vision a nose peeked, making you turn and stare right into his scarred eye.

"Wow." It caught you off guard and you stubled backwards just a small bit, staring and laughing at yourself for falling on your ass. "Okay. Big guy. That's ..wow."

You followed his movements as he walked into your view. And you recognised him. All ofrhe features that made Daryl look like himself changed along with him, from the dark, shaggy mane to the scar and beard. Even his tattoos were spots of darker fur, especially clear on the lighter areas.

But, still..

"Wait. So Carol knows about," you wildly gestured at his entire self. "you know, this. She's seen you? And what about the butcher? That comment of hers, she knew."

You gasped in realisation. "You were testing me! You could hear us, you were there on purpose oh my god."

Daryl only sat and listened to your rambling. If anyone had asked him how he envisioned this scene to go, he would have never guessed this to be the way. Not that he was complaining or anything, he liked this.

He liked you, and you liked him too, even in this shape.

With a tap to your hand and his paw covering his eyes he asked you to look away once more, changing back to his human self and getting dressed before coming to press a kiss to your temple. "So, ya sure this's all fine?"

You stood up to join him at eye level. "You're either the most dense man ever, or are still convinced you don't deserve love just because you're different." Your deadpan look spoke more than needed.

"Yeah, alrigh'. Sorry." He shook his head in apology.

"You literally just turned into a goddamn werewolf." You paused. "Wait. That is correct, right? You're a werewolf? I mean, I don't wanna assume and be wrong, or offensive.."

He kept his head low but nodded, telling you were correct in your observations.

You stepped into his space and peppered his face with kisses, grabbing his hands to fake a sense of chaining him to you and it worked. He let himself melt into you and accept your affection.

Your love.

"Let's go home?"

With a nod he stepped back go retrieve your items. "Yeah. Home's good."

The walk home was silent, only sporadic and very random questions with short and simple answers.

Only when he dropped you off at home he spoke full sentences again. "I wan' ya t'move in with me."

You shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, okay. But we gotta clean the place first."

With a nod he agreed and let you go for the day. Only a week later moving the last of your items into his home after strategically cleaning and rearranging his home to accomodate two people.

That night, in bed all cuddled up together after a shower, Daryl pressed his lips against your jaw and uttered three simple words.

"I love ya."

A/N: Okay yeah damn that became way longer than I originally planned. But it wad fun! Hope you enjoyed it~

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 3,834 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria, pre-Negan Warnings: language, blood and gore, some sexuality, typical TWD stuff A/N: This is part of a series! Find all the parts on the Master List!

Previous Chapter here

Summary: Y/N and Daryl soak in their newfound closeness before heading out for a quick chore and some time together.

Your name: submit What is this?

It was one of the gentlest wakings you could remember—being pulled slowly from sleep by the soft shuffling of one of the dogs on the rug after a deep night of sleep that was free from new nightmares or bad memories. And then you became aware of his warmth and weight beside you. Even through your closed eyelids Daryl was steady and strong. You opened them to find his blue eyes already fixed on your face and then he smiled, almost a little abashedly as if you’d caught him at something he shouldn’t be doing, and your lips curved into a smile that mirrored his.

You drew in a deep, sustaining breath and shifted among the mess of sheets. There was a space between you and Daryl, but only a small one.

“You couldn’t sleep in?” you asked him gently. You could tell by the filtered light that it was much later than either of you usually rose.

“Nah, I coulda gone back to sleep,” he said. His voice was extra gravelly. “But once I woke up, I just—didn’t wanna close my eyes again,” he said. The corners of his eyes crinkled in a smile. “I ain’t been awake long though. Actually managed a pretty good night’a sleep for once.”

“Good. That’s good.” You paused and bit your bottom lip subconsciously. “Wonder why that is,” you said warmly.

Daryl let out an amused exhale. “No idea,” he drawled.

You smiled softly and sighed and then couldn’t help the shiver that ran through you. The cabin always grew cold overnight without anyone tending the fires.

Daryl immediately looked concerned. “Ya cold?”

“A little,” you admitted. “Just because the fire went out while we slept.”

He started to shift in the blankets.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, leaning up on an elbow.

“Yer cold. ‘M gonna get the fires goin’ again, warm this place up.”

“Don’t.”

Daryl gave you a questioning look, one hand still on the quilt, ready to throw it off and slip out of bed.

“Just—come warm me up instead?” you said softly. “Please?”

His eyebrow quirked up at that. “What’d ya have in mind exactly?” he asked.

“Whatever you think is best,” you said with a small laugh.

He studied your face for a long moment and then moved in toward you. He reached for you, a little hesitantly at first, but more needily when you shifted closer to him, moving into his arms. He tucked you up against him and you nestled into the crook of his neck and sighed contentedly. Your fingers fanned out against his bare chest. “This is perfect,” you breathed. “Thank you.”

He chuckled and you heard it reverberating deeply in his chest. “Warmer?”

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“Happy to help. ’M practically a furnace. Definitely more of an advantage here than when I was growin’ up in Georgia,” he drawled.

“Mmm. I bet,” you hummed. Your fingertip traced the edge of one of the scars on his chest and you leaned in and kissed it. Daryl’s hand smoothed down your arm and onto your waist, following the crest of your hip and then landing on your leg. His fingers grazed over the scarred landscape of your upper leg and at first you flinched away, but his touch was so gentle and steady that you let go of your gripping anxiety and settled in again. You flushed with heat when his hand drifted away and departed to your thigh. His fingertips dimpled into the softness there and then he drew your leg toward his body until it was draped over his. Electric tingles seemed to erupt all over your skin. Your teeth nestled into the pillow of your bottom lip. You nuzzled in against his neck and kissed it gently.

Daryl responded by gently squeezing your thigh.

You kissed his neck again, this time lingering with your lips against his skin.

Goosebumps erupted on Daryl’s skin and he let out a sigh that had a raspy edge to it. You smiled and pulled slightly back so you could look into his face. You hand landed lightly on his chest. The look he gave you was needy.

“What do you say to me letting the dogs out and feeding them, brushing our teeth, and meeting back in here for a hot shower?” you asked him.

Daryl’s eyes flickered over your face. “I say I must be fuckin’ dreamin’.”

You gently trapped a strand of his hair between your fingers and followed its gentle wave down to the end. “You’re not. I’m at least 95% sure.”

“I’ll get the fires goin’ again too while ya let the dogs out. But dun take too long.”

“I won’t.”

Though you both were a little loathe to separate, you untangled yourselves and Daryl threw the covers back and pulled on his discarded pants. He grabbed his shirt off the floor getting ready to pull it on.

“Can I borrow that?” you asked, still shrouded in the sheets.

“This?” he asked, gesturing with his button up. “Ya wanna borrow it?”

“Yeah. Just for five minutes,” you said.

He tossed it to you and watched you pull it on and button it up. It swallowed you up and hung on your smaller frame. You slipped out of bed, your hands tucked in the sleeves. Daryl looked you up and down.

“What do you think?” you asked, laughing at his expression.

“If ya promise to wear it jus’ like that all the time, ya can keep it,” he drawled. He gulped, suddenly nervous again as he wondered at how goddamn beautiful you were, even with sleep messed hair and hidden in his clothes. How the hell had Brian’s dying wish led to here?

You moved past him to greet the dogs, but your fingertips brushed over his bare skin and he shivered from the electric chill they elicited. “Meet you right back here in five minutes?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, nudging his nose up at you in that characteristic Daryl-way.

Dogs pottied and fed, coffee brewing in the kitchen, teeth brushed, you headed back into your bedroom to find Daryl sitting on the side of the bed, petting Strider. A fire was crackling happily in the hearth again. Your heart lifted at the sight of him.

He looked up at the soft padding of your feet and again drank in the sight of you in just his shirt. His chest seemed to burst with heat. You smiled at him. That damn smile, just for him. It didn’t seem to make any fucking sense, but there it was.

“Still up for that shower?” you asked, feeling suddenly a little more shy. You fiddled with your hands hidden in the long sleeves of his shirt.

He nodded. “Yeah. If you are.”

You nodded back. “Yeah. I am.”

Maybe he could sense your sudden vulnerability, or maybe he was just being him but he got up and crossed the space to you and pulled you in against him gently, one hand on your hip and one moving to clasp your face. His eyes flickered between yours. “Ya wanna know ‘bout the first time I thought ya were beautiful?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “It was when I woke up on that mat of skins all covered over in blankets in front of the fire, nothin’ on but my damn boxers. And I looked up, and there ya were, just sittin’ on the couch eatin’ a bowl of somethin’, starin’ at me. Sure, I was disoriented and confused as hell, but I just stared at ya and thought ‘Who the hell is this goddamn beautiful woman and why the fuck is she lookin’ at me?’ And then it just never seemed to make any sense… Still don’t really,” he said, ducking his head. “And then I got to know ya and ya got more beautiful every fuckin’ day. And before I knew it, I was in too deep to get out. It was like plungin’ into that frozen lake.”

“You’re one to talk… What kind of person crosses damn near the entire country in a fucking apocalypse to find the sister of a—of a dead man? Just because he asked? And the more I get to know you, the more I realize that’s just who you are. You’ll do anything for the people you care about. It’s a miracle you made it here in one piece and even more of a miracle that we somehow stumbled on each other.”

“I dun exactly believe in God or fate, but tha’s as good’a argument as I’ve ever heard,” Daryl drawled.

“Exactly.”

He leaned down and kissed your forehead softly. “C’mon. I need that hot shower. ‘M cold. Somebody stole my damn shirt.”

You grinned up at him and a laugh bubbled out of you. The next moment you laced your fingers with his and tugged him toward the bathroom.

_ _ _ _ _ _

You and Daryl couldn’t stop smiling at each other. You were still drying off after a rather steamy shower… Daryl felt as though he could still hear the noises of pleasure he’d been able to pull from you ringing in his ears. Flashes of the water cascading over your collarbone or running along the angle of your shoulder blade as he pressed you against the wall burst in his mind’s eye and—

“Daryl?”

He suddenly realized you were talking to him. “Hmm?”

You laughed and smiled at him, a flush in the apples of your cheeks. “I was asking what you wanted to do today?”

“S—sorry. Uhh… I dunno.” More of what you’d just done would be nice. His cheeks flushed.

You were still smiling at him. “It’s okay. I had an idea,” you said.

“What’s that?”

“Have you ever seen elk up close?” you asked.

“Nah. Not really. I saw some from far out when I was travelin’ here, but that’s it,” he drawled. “Why?”

“I know where the herds hang out in the winter. They’re pretty amazing to see up close. I thought we could go. It’s not too far.”

Daryl gave you a fond look and your heart fluttered. “That sounds—sounds real good. There’s one other thing though…”

“Hmm?”

He nervously rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Well, we should prob’ly check those walker traps we put up the other day.” His stomach dropped at the thought of it. He hadn’t told you that the snares had been triggered the day before and he still needed to dispose of those corpses. The thought of it brought forward more serious conversations that he was dreading trying to broach; the valley flooded with walkers, the fast runners, him having to leave to get back to everyone in the east and the thought of what if you wouldn’t come with… especially now that he’d realized how head over heels he was for you.

You finished pulling your socks on and looked up at him. “You think there will be anything in them?” Daryl thought he heard a slight edge of apprehension in your tone.

“Mmm,” he hummed thoughtfully, and then he nodded. “I dunno...” Better tell you now than dragging it on any longer. “But there were some in the snares yesterday.”

Your face dropped. “Oh. Really?”

He nodded, chewing anxiously on his bottom lip. “Yeah. I didn’t wanna ruin the evenin’ again yesterday after the storm and everythin’. ‘M sorry I didn’t tell ya right away.”

Your brow furrowed deeply. “How many were—” You broke off and Daryl could almost see how your mind was whirling. “How many?” Your eyes were a little wide as you looked up at him.

Daryl wished he could tell you otherwise, but he couldn’t. “Three in the snares but I saw more tracks while I was out there. Course they coulda been made by the same ones. I dunno…”

You seemed frozen for a long moment, staring off vaguely at the space ahead of you. At length, you shook your head. “I don’t understand how they’re getting this far up. They shouldn’t be getting this far up the mountain…” You said it more to yourself than to him.

Daryl gulped. “I know.”

You sighed heavily and nervously bit the inside of your cheek. “Alright. Well… we better check those then,” you said, climbing to your feet.

“Ya comin’ with?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I want to see what’s out there. Then after, if we feel up to it, I can show you the elk.” You managed to give him a tight smile, but both of you could sense that the bubble of bliss you’d been cloaked in since the previous night had burst. With the thought of the infected weighing heavily on your minds, being tangled in the sheets together and colliding under the steamy shower spray suddenly felt like a lifetime ago.

In a few minutes, you and Daryl were geared up and bundled for the cold. The dogs burst through the cabin door into the snow and bounded happily among the drifts. You slung your recurve bow up on your shoulder and stowed your knife on your hip. “Ready?” you asked.

Daryl was armed and waiting. “Yeah. Followin’ you,” he said. You both stepped out into the deep snow.

It was still quite cold, but less bitter than had been left in the wake of the storm the day before. The dogs seemed to be soaking up the sunshine as they tunneled their noses under the snow and then stopped to sniff the air. You found yourself slightly on edge and watching their body language and behavior closely. Those fucking runners were on your mind. Your eyes scanned the snow and more than once you thought you heard a stick snap in the woods and froze to listen. Having Daryl beside you helped immensely, but you still were hypervigilant.

Eventually you rounded a little knoll and slowed your pace. The snares were just up ahead. Before you even reached them you stopped cold. There was a bright red spot in the snow.

Daryl swung his crossbow down off his shoulder and stepped around you. “What is it?” He stopped and knelt down to look at the blood droplet. He glanced up at you with a furrowed brow.

“That’s really fresh,” you said. You nocked an arrow on your bow and glanced at the dogs. They stood nearby, rigid and listening, noses sniffing incessantly up in the air. Strider let out a low growl.

“Yeah,” Daryl agreed softly, standing and scanning the surroundings. “C’mon. These tracks lead off toward the snares anyway.”

You followed behind him now. He took the lead instinctively, protectively, and you relinquished it to him without argument. As you got closer to the snares, you both began to hear faint growling sounds and Strider barked and charged ahead, his hackles raised. Bear took off after him.

As you plunged after them into the trees, you came upon three walkers hoisted by their legs in the snares. The corpses Daryl had left behind the day before were still piled but had obviously been gnawed on only to prove too frozen.

“Shit,” you murmured, lowering your bow. You paced forward past Daryl and stopped almost directly underneath them. You stared up at them, your expression dark. “Strider. Bear. Heel.”

The dogs stopped their circling beneath the infected and came to your sides. You watched the walkers swaying like some kind of perverse piñatas.

“Here,” Daryl said gently. “Just step back a little. I’ll get ‘em.” He touched you lightly on the sleeve.

“It’s okay. I’ve got it,” you murmured. You seemed to come out of your trance and you raised you bow again, drawing it back and letting an arrow fly squarely into the forehead of the closest walker reaching for you where it dangled. It stilled and a thick trickle of blood oozed down and dripped into the snow. You walked forward and retrieved your arrow before repeating the process with the remaining caught infected. The final one, however, was clearly not of the typical sluggish variety. It moved violently in the snare, its arms flailing with alarming speed as it growled and yelled and attempted to reach you. You felt nauseous as you nocked your arrow one final time and it was more difficult to aim with the runner’s frantic movements spinning and swinging it on the end of the rope. But when you let your arrow go, it landed with deadly accuracy. The silence that fell seemed deafening and neither you, nor Daryl, or even the dogs moved for a long moment. The bodies continued to sway in front of you slightly.

Finally, Daryl glanced back over at you, trying to read your face. It was marked with deep disconcertion. “Ya okay?” he asked.

You pulled in a deep breath and let it out in a heavy sigh and shook your head. “Not really.” You finally looked over at him and your eyes seem large and worried, as if the rest of you was shrinking away in front of him. “Another one of those—those runner things,” you said. “Fuck.” You ducked your head and ran a hand over your face. Bear sat down beside you and whined, clearly sensing your mood. You reached over absently and sunk your fingertips into his thick fur.

Daryl went to each snare and lowered the bodies, pulling them to the pile of the infected from the day before. While he reset the snares, you unpacked a load dry wood from your pack and tossed it on, adding green pine boughs to the pile too. Daryl poured on the mix of oil and gas he’d brought from the shop and threw a lit match on.

The two of you stood side by side and watched it burn for a long time without speaking. The snow around it hissed and sizzled. The wood popped. The forest around you was silent. Finally, you shifted beside him.

“We’re probably gonna have to come back with more wood and stuff tomorrow. Finish mopping up this mess.”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah.” His fingers moved anxiously over his crossbow, fiddling with this and that. “Ya wanna just go home?” he asked, hazarding a glance at your expression again.

You paused thoughtfully for a moment and then tried to rally yourself. “No. I’m not gonna let a few of these undead fucks ruin our whole day.” You straightened up and met his eyes.

He gave you a half-smile. “Well, tha’s good. ‘Cause somebody promised me an elk today.”

“Are you still up for it?” you asked, for the first time realizing how truly worried he had looked only moments ago.

“Hell yeah,” he drawled. He shouldered his bow again. “Lead the way.”

You whistled to the dogs and left the snares behind. It took you a little time to find the path you wanted to take in the deep snow, but once you found the stone marker you’d placed yourself years ago, the walk was easier. Deep game trails were already cut through the drifts by deer and other wildlife and you were able to pass easily over the compacted snow. The walk was scenic and Daryl found himself stopping every so often to admire some glen that seemed iced in fairytale white or to peer up at a jagged rock outcropping that towered overhead. You always noticed when he’d slowed or stopped and you would pace back to stand beside him and appreciate the scene too. And then he often found himself gazing at you instead.

“Come on, quit that,” you laughed once, having caught him looking at you instead of at the partially frozen little creek you’d both stopped beside.

The corners of his eyes crinkled a little in the ghost of a smile. “Why?”

“Because it’s making me blush,” you retorted. There was definitely heat blooming in your face.

He shrugged. “I can’t tell. Yer cheeks are already pink from the cold.”

You’d linked your arm with his and leaned your head against his shoulder then. The gentle babbling of the creek was a perfect soundtrack and lifted both of your spirits after the grim discovery earlier. “Come on. We’re almost there.”

Daryl let you slip apart from him and followed behind you again. You led him down a little dip into a coulee which widened into an open area rimmed with trees. You slowed and began to move quietly, digging into the side pocket of your pack for your binoculars. You scanned the snow and soon began to see elk prints. You pointed them out to Daryl. “The herd likes to hang out around here in the winter. It’s protected from the wind and has plenty of browse.”

Daryl examined the hoof print, awed by the size of it. “When do ya think these are from? Last night?”

“Mmm,” you nodded, looping the strap of your binoculars around your neck. “Looks like. Come on.” You made the dogs walk beside you again and began to weave through the trees to a spot you usually were able to conceal yourself in and have some good views of the elk herd lounging.

But Daryl nearly ran into you when you stopped dead in front of him.

“Y/N?” He could feel how your body tensed. “S’goin’ on?”

He watched as you raised the binoculars to your eyes and peered through them. Your voice was airy and disconnected when you tried to speak. “There’s a—I think there’s an elk kill ahead but it’s—it doesn’t—”

Daryl’s heart started to pound. “Doesn’t what?”

“It doesn’t look right,” you said. “Something—something’s wrong.”

“What d’ya mean?” Daryl squinted ahead through the trees. Adrenaline was coursing through his bloodstream. His hearing seemed to sharpen.

“I can’t—I need to get closer,” you said, lowering the binoculars again. Your face was ashen.

“Hold up. Ya sure tha’s a good idea?”

The deep caverns of worry lines were back in your forehead again. “We need to go look at this. Trust me.”

Daryl hesitated, but finally nodded. The hair on the back of his neck seemed to stand on end as the two of you stepped forward. A raven took out from the top of a tall pine and its throaty croak echoed around you. More birds rose ahead and joined in the rasping calls. He had the overwhelming sense that things were about to irrevocably change for the worse.

[lanadeldixon]

Sunshine ☀️

Pairing- Daryl Dixon x Reader

Setting- Season 5- Alexandria’s introduction

Word count- 1.8k

Summary- Daryl’s arms in the sun>>

Warnings??- slight nudity, mention of scars, mention of blood

The sun warmed my skin as I stood outside the gates, the heat was strong today, it was getting harder and harder to bare. But as we watched the gates open revealing rows of perfect houses and strangers laughing, walking their dogs and talking about such minuscule, trivial things like their new hairstyles and whether to bake a cake or cookies for the new comers. It all became worth it so quickly, excitement filled me, we were finally finding a place to lay down our roots and settle, Judy and Carl deserve a place like this, we all do. Some of us may not see it but we need this more than anything. Any longer out there would be too long.

We walked through the door, a trail of blood following behind Daryl from the “dinner” he shot. I watched him for a second, observing his muscular frame as Aaron showed us around the town.

I’d always noticed how strong his arms were but with the sun beating down on him and the beaming light making his veins more visible and causing a single drop of sweat to drip down to his hand, it became almost impossible to not notice his form.

He must’ve felt my gaze on him as when I finally looked up, his eyes were on mine. He had a stern look on his face, his lips pursed tightly together, head lowered whilst looking at me through hooded lids. It felt like an eternity of watching until I was snapped back to reality, “so Y/N, are you ready for your interview?” I turned to Aaron quickly, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.

“Hm, oh um, yes?! Definitely!” At first I spoke with a slight tone of concern before speaking with confidence. It took me a minute to process fully what he had said, my mind was still lurking with thoughts of the archer.

I could feel his eyes on me still as I spoke, he watched me like a predator would its prey, making sure not to miss a single step, getting ready for any move I might make.

“Okay good!” Aaron said, I promise there’s no reason to be concerned” he specified with a compassionate look, I smiled, “thank you Aaron.”

I gave one last look before walking away and to my content his eyes were still locked on mine.

After the interview I was exhausted, Deanna had asked some really personal questions, she seemed like a good person, she just wanted to know more about the dynamic of our group and my place in it, so of course she had to ask tough questions. However it was truly a struggle to talk about some of it. "Oi Y/N"

I turned quickly recognising the thick accent.

"Oi to you to Dixon," I said with a large smile.

"Woah Sunshine, that smile just for me?" he let out with a huff.

I blushed and instinctively averted my gaze, that name always made me lose it, looking back at him I was drawn to what was in his hands, his grip was tightened around the handle of a knife, the other hand tight around a rock, scraping it against the blade.

“Why'd ya keep doin' that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Ya keep looking at ma arms and ma hands,”

My face reddened to the shade of a tomato, as the idea that he’d catch on to the “thoughts” I’d been having of him crossed my mind.

“Are ya okay?” A wave of concern suddenly washing over him.

“Yep” I said quickly, my voice catching in my throat causing it to come out in a squeak.

“Nah, ya face it looks all red, I think ya comin’ down with heatstroke.”

He strutted over in a timely manner.

He rested the back of his hand against my forehead.

“Shit y/n, ya burning up.”

Part of me was relieved for the excuse the other felt guilt for his concern.

“I’m fine honestly.” I said with a relaxed expression.

He looked me up and down silently, it was always hard to figure out his intentions but right now I knew there was only worry.

“Are you okay?” I said with an almost accusatory tone.

He looked into my eyes sternly before grabbing my arm and pulling me away. He was gentler than I expected, making sure not to cause any harm.

“Where are we going?”

Without looking back he just muttered something and sped up in guiding me.

We got a few concerned looks from the people we walked by but aside from that we made it to our destination with no hassle.

“So this is where we are staying?”

“Hm” he said looking away, his energy shifting altogether from the man teasing me a few minutes ago.

“Wanna go shower” he said not even looking at me.

“Huh? You want us to shower?!” I stated shocked, once again blushing as an unholy image flashed through my brain.

“I meant ya take a shower cool off, it’d help against the heat.”

Silence took over the room as we avoided eye contact.

“Oh, well I’m going to go shower then,” I said breaking the silence, and turning to rush away, he grabbed my wrist stopping me in my tracks.

I looked down at his hand finally on my body where they belong. We stared in silence at the sight as if it was the first time either of us had ever been touched. Our eyes met in sync and I instinctively took a step closer to him.

“Look Y/N it ain’t that I don’t wanna-“

He was interrupted by the sound of a door banging, we separated immediately.

Moving ourselves as far from one another as possible.

“Oh hey guys, how did the interview go Y/N?” Rosita said with a smile on her face. She wasn’t looking up, she had her eyes focused on her shirt, it looked like she was attempting to rub out a rather large stain.

“Yeah it was fine thank you,” I said rushed, with a hint of embarrassment to my voice.

“That’s good, I hope she didn’t push you too hard, I know you don’t-“ when she finally looked up she paused for a second looking between me and Daryl, perhaps confused as to why we were so distanced.

“You both okay?” She said, there was a slight smirk on her face and an almost suggestive tone.

“Yep” we both said immediately.

“I need to shower!” I had practically rushed up the stairs before I could even finish my sentence.

I spent 20 minutes just feeling the cool water against my body, washing away all the grease and mud that had built up after weeks of travelling. As I ran my hand through my hair a certain someone entertained my thoughts. The thought of his hand on my wrist, his rough calloused fingers exploring my body. My neck, my chest, my-

“Ughh” I mumbled with annoyance.

“What is wrong with me?!” I muttered angrily to myself before turning off the shower.

The sun was setting by the time I finished up, I left the bathroom almost completely ready for bed, aside from the fact I needed to grab I change of clothes.

The bathroom and bedroom were right next to each other so I assumed it’d be safe. I scanned the hallway making sure no one was there before rushing into the bedroom and lightly closing the door behind me as not to wake Judith.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I turned around preparing to change but was immediately distracted.

Noticing a scarred back infront of me, my eyes widened, completely entranced by his moves, wondering how just a back can hold so much beauty yet still so much pain.

“Wow,” I whispered to myself as my breath hitched.

He must’ve heard because his head spun round.

“Shit what the hell Y/N?!”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry!” I said quickly turning around.

“Y/N!” He yelled, I looked back to him confused, only seeing the back of his head and his tinted red ears.

“What’s wrong?” I said suddenly concerned.

“Ya- ya towel, it uh- it ain’t quite long enough.” He stuttered as he said it, I’d never heard him tongue tied before.

“Fuck!”

I scrambled grab some clothes from the drawer. Throwing on some clean underwear and clothes the community had gifted us.

“You can turn now” I muttered still embarrassed.

“Sorry I wouldn’t have changed here if I knew this is where ya clothes are, Rosita said ma clothes were left here.”

“It’s fine, it’s my fault, I should’ve knocked.”

After a few awkward seconds of silence, I finally broke it, “before, when Rosita came in, what were you going to say?“

He turned a deeper shade of red, it was fun to see him be the mess for once.

“Ya cant guess?” After that line I took a dangerous amount of steps close to him.

“Please Daryl?” By this point i was almost stood on his toes, mere inches apart.

“Fine.” He let out a low huff before continuing “you’re playing a dangerous game Sunshine… But we can’t…”

“Says who?” I remarked quickly.

“Me, it wouldn’t be smart.” He said with such authority that I almost believed him but I could still sense the uncertainty beneath it.

“Say you don’t want me and I’ll leave,”

He opened his mouth but closed it just as quickly.

“It’s not smart,”

“Come on Daryl, you know I don’t care about whether it’s smart or not. Just say the words and I’ll go.”

“Y/n“ he said my name with such longing and desperation, I felt it in my core.

“Say it” I let out in a pained sigh.

I searched his face for any sign of pain or discomfort but all I noticed was his eyes on my lips.

“We shouldn’t,” he muttered, quickly contradicting himself by leaning towards me. His eyes lifted to mine as if for approval before shifting back to my lips. I leaned almost closing the distance, leaving less than an inch between us.

“Fuck it” he said, colliding his lips with mine in a rushed manner, as if either one us could disappear at any second.

He placed rushed kisses against my jaw before reaching my neck. He was certainly skilled to say the least. His teeth slightly nipped against my skin leaving small bruises, I softly moaned as he did so. His hands searched my body, one tightening around my waist the other travelling to my neck. His grip slightly tightened as he moved towards my ear, I could feel the heat radiating from his mouth.

“Are my hands finally where you want them,” he whispered with a smirk.

[starlightandfairies]

alright i got another one the reader sneaking up on daryl and scaring him by jumping on his back and after a couple failed attempts he finally gets them back? fluff <3

if you want me to keep requesting i can to keep you busy 😭🫶🏻

Description: The reader made the mistake of sneaking up on Daryl, and now Daryl is looking for revenge.

Warnings: fluff, swearing

*Thank you so much for this! It's so cute and please feel free to spam me with requests* <3

Requests are open!

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 1,105

First Person's POV

Daryl always called me his sneaky little ninja and told me I need a bell. There was always a dispute between us both about the other needing a bell because we were always sneaking up on each other and scaring the other. Daryl was talking with Carol, discussing something about the recent run, I took this as the perfect opportunity to put my recent plan into action. I crept up on him, Carol too preoccupied with doing something for him so she wouldn't give me away once I were to do something. 

I lined up like a lion hunting a gazel, pounced on top of his back and giggled as he swore loudly and it took a minute for him to figure out what the hell just happened. I planted a kiss on his cheek, smiling as he let out a breathy chuckle and jumped off his back, he turned around and looked at me with so much irritation but obviously filled with love. 

"You're lucky I love 'ya." 

"I know I am." I stuck out my tongue, smiling at the man and rested a kiss on his lips before giggling as he pulled me in for a hug. 

"I'm gonna get you back for that." 

"Sure you are." 

"Is the challenge?" He smirked as I nodded, he held out his hand, waiting for me to shake on our newly planned agreement. 

"I believe it is." 

"Well then, challenge accepted." I knew that this would suck as soon as I agreed to it, while Daryl can appear mean and grumpy, this man was also incredibly kind-hearted and around a few others very playful and sneaky. The first three times Daryl tried to get me, he failed at his attempts, it was honestly amusing watching him being disappointed by the fact that he didn't scare me, acting like a little kid and grumbling he'll get me next time. 

First Scare Attempt 

I was minding my own business, I was in the garden, planting some crops for later use. It was a semi-cloudy day, the clouds blocking the sun every now and again. Daryl tried sneaking up on me as I was doing that, his cover being blown as the sun popped back into view and the sun revealed his shadow, ruining his scare attack. 

"Daryl, maybe try at night, you know when the sun can't get you." 

"Yeah, the stupid sun gave me away." He smiled as I giggled at his comment, he rested a kiss on my lips and fiddled with a strand of my hair. 

"You're stunning." 

"Really? I think I'm quite gross at the moment, I'm covered in dirt and smell gross." 

"Nah, I've been worse." 

"That is true." Daryl chuckled at my statement, rested a kiss on my forehead and started helping me with the gardening. 

Second Scare Attempt 

It was currently night, I was finishing my chores for the night, closing up and placing everything away. I started heading towards our shared room, saying goodnight to a few people as I walked past them and waited at the door of our room, smiling as Dog ran to my side. I opened the door, chuckling as the furry creature ran over to the cupboard and started scratching at the door. 

"Stupid dog," Daryl muttered, coming out and started scratching Dog behind the ear, I crouched down smiling at the German Sheppard.

"You're a good boy, you're my favourite." I praised, giggling as Dog jumped all over me, licking at my face. Daryl got the dog away from me, helped me up and handed me a clean set of clothes.

"Thanks," I stated, pecking his cheek, changing easily and slipping into bed. Daryl lay beside me, rested a kiss on my shoulder and gave me a smile. I raised an eyebrow, smiling at the man and took his hands. 

"You're too good, woman." 

"I know. You love me for it." Daryl nodded in agreement, placing a kiss on my cheek and pulled me into his arms. 

I love you." 

"I love you more." 

Third Scare Attempt 

I was with the little kids playing with them, playing tag and throwing a ball around, it really felt odd seeing children around again, it felt weird seeing their joy and imagination exist in a world that held constant nightmares and a world that they didn't know anything else but that. 

I circled around the kids, playing duck, duck goose with them and chuckled as they all cheered and ran over to Daryl who was right behind me, I scoffed and placed my hands on my hips, tsking at my lover and grabbed his hands in mine. 

"Just face it, you're not gonna win," I stated with a smile, he rolled his eyes, looked down at the kids and smirked. 

"Do you think I can scare Y/N?" I gasped playfully at the audacity he had to have the kids gang up on me, they all stood by his side, nodding with cheeky smiles. 

"Yeah! Y/N's not that good." I forgot how blunt and honest kids could be. Daryl stuck his tongue out at me, getting the kids to run away and wrapped his arms around my waist. 

"See, you're not that good, apparently I will scare 'ya and I will." 

"It's taken three attempts, I don't know if you will." 

"I persistent, I'll get 'ya I promise you that." 

Fourth Scare Attempt 

I was minding my own business, walking around with a bucket of water in my hands, making sure that our supplies were up and staying constant with the amount that we had. I placed the bucket down, dusted my hands off and took a breath feeling the air around me, feeling the breeze against my fingers. I turned around, jumping as Daryl was suddenly there, throwing a bunch of feathers in my face. I stared at him shocked, chuckling lightly as I tried to wrap my head around the fact of what just happened. 

"I win! I told you I would, I gotcha 'ya good." I brushed the pillow feathers away, staring at him still stunned but placed a smile on as giggles started escaping my lips. 

"Yes, you did." 

"And what's my reward?" 

"A kiss." Daryl blushed lightly, grabbed my face in his hands and placed a kiss on my lips. I smiled at him, giving him another kiss and giggled some more as I placed some of the feathers in his hair making him look a little silly and cute. 

[frenziedslashers]

82. “It’s okay to cry. There’s no one here but me and you.”

angst Daryl x reader?

No Happy Ending;;

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Death, Getting bit, Daryl's sadTM,

The moon would look so pretty on your face if it weren't for the predicament the both of you were in. The earth caved in around him when he heard your voice. That fateful moment when you told him what happened.

Daryl fought so hard beside you. From the moment that you both had met, he was teaching you everything that he knew. He'd be damned if he knew he hadn't taught you how to fight. Even if you already knew how to, he was teaching you all over again.

Yet, here you were. Laying in his arms while his body trembled.

“It’s okay to cry. There’s no one here but me and you.” your voice was so meek; fragile. He was terrified that if he spoke to you then he'd miss something from you.

He only nodded, allowing a tear to spill from his eye while more followed after. His lip trembling while his fingers curled into your shirt.

It should be him with that bite on his shoulder, not you. You were too pure, too perfect. You didn't deserve this, but he did. Or at least that's what he thought.

"I'm so sorry," he muttered, "Shoulda watched ya better, I didn't-" "Daryl Dixon." He stopped when you said his name. His eyes locked with yours. What if this was the last time he heard you say his name? This would be the last time, wouldn't it...?

"Did you shove me into that walker?" He froze. All he could do was stare at you. This felt like some sick dream. "No," he blurted, voice dull and lacking emotion. "Then stop blaming yourself, please. For me?" You asked with a weak smile. Your hand reached up to cup the side of his face, pulling him down to press a soft kiss to his lips. A kiss he prayed would never end.

This wasn't supposed to be how your guys' love story was supposed to end. He always imagined the both of you living full and happy lives. Old with dogs and maybe a cat. Maybe even a kid or two that you both adopted along the way. This wasn't supposed to be how it ended. Not for you anyway.

"I love you, Daryl..." "I love you, too." He cried out, cursing the world in his head for taking you from him like this.

He did what he had to do. You asked him to, and he couldn't say no to you. You got bit. And in a way, he did, too. Losing you he lost a part of himself as well.

Daryl Dixon. He couldn't even hear his own name without thinking about you. Anytime he was alone he cried. “It’s okay to cry." He heard your voice echo. "There’s no one here but me and you.” There was nothing else he could do. He just hoped he made you as happy as you made him.

[snailss]

D. Dixon Masterlist

main masterlist

DARYL WITH A READER WHO JUST GOT CLEARED AFTER BIRTH: NSFW!

THE COLOUR ORANGE

MARCHWERES 2024:

SFW

6: Wet Dog

-in which Daryl returns from a run and you share a fluffy interaction in the bathtub (fluff, suggestive)

19: Silver

-in which Daryl is aware his love will never be reciprocated (angst)

Easy Street Series

-2 months after the herd, you fall pregnant. You and Daryl don't know what to think, however you feel blessed with the timing of it all. Alexandria's walls finished rebuilding, and Alexandria just recently joined an alliance with the group named 'Hilltop'. What perfect timing, you think.

Too perfect.

[biggerbetterbat]

WITH YOU [1] SHATTERED DREAMS

Daryl Dixon x OC

Summary: Charlie didn't want to believe in the virus until she saw it on her own eyes.

Warnings: blood/injuries, dead bodies, language, death

Song: Dog Days Are Over Florence + The Machine

Author's note: This chapter is just about the OC, because I want you to know her. I hope you like it and please let me know somehow if you do.

DAYLIGHT ON WATTPAD

Not many people could say this - especially at the age of twenty-four, but her life was perfect. If you can define what these two words perfect life means to you, her life was probably a hundred times better. Living alone in a fancy and big apartment in the middle of Atlanta with a view of the whole city. She had an amazing job that gave her a free gym pass and fruit on Thursdays. She had many friends and, a new fast car and her face was well known among people not just in Atlanta, but in the whole state.

"Yes mom." she said to her phone. "Are they coming with you guys?"

She was listening to her mother ranting on and on about them moving to Atlanta, because of some virus that was going around lately. But it was like that for a week at least. Her mom was freaking out, she was listening to it and scientists or other smart people couldn't tell what is the cause of the infection and how to stop it.

She fixed her hair and smeared pink lipstick on her lips.

"Charlie! Five minutes. They're waiting for you!"

"Okay Mommy, I have to go." she cut her mom short. "I will call you later and I'm seeing you in a week."

Charlie didn't know she won't see her family in those seven days and that was probably one of the last conversations she had with her mom. She would listen to her more carefully if she knew that she would never hear her voice.

"Yeah. Love you too." she said. "And don't worry about it, it's probably temporary. Bye."

"Is she scared?" asked Vanessa, who was responsible for doing her makeup.

"Yeah. She's paranoid."

Vanessa smiled and put powder on her forehead.

"I saw the video." she replied."This virus might be true, Charlie."

She rolled her eyes and stood on her legs, touching her hair. "Mhm. Dead people walking on the streets. What next? Brat Pitt will be trying to find the cure for that? Please."

"Charlie!" the producer yelled her name.

"I'm coming!"

So around one week before, the whole country panicked as they found out about the virus going around. There was a shooting in LA - nothing new, but someone leaked the video of a man being shot at by the police. He had around ten or so shooting wounds but still was able to walk around like nothing had happened. What killed him for good was a bullet between his eyes. After the video was seen by almost everyone in the country, the authorities informed that there was something bad in the air.

And here's the thing, Charlie didn't believe any word she heard in the news, because for the whole seven days, everyone was quiet, there was no virus or anything similar before. What she was sure was that the video was edited or it was a shot from some kind of video game, because a man could not be a walking sack of bullets and still breathing.

That was no virus. That was bullshit.

That's why she couldn't understand why she was doing what she was doing. Right now she should be in the studio, asking some fancy chef what he has got for them this time. Lamb or maybe octopus? She should be in the studio doing pointless interviews, so all housewives of Atlanta and the nearby area could be happy. Instead, she was ready to walk into the safe zone...

She sighed heavily.

Atlanta was the safest city of all - at least that's what they were saying. It was fortified, and the sight of tanks, military cars, or soldiers with serious-looking weapons on the streets of the city was pretty normal by now. That's why the authorities asked everyone who could to move here and wait for what was coming in a safe place.

Bullshit, because nothing was coming.

"Hello." said the woman, dressed pretty normally for someone who was the boss in charge of the safety of this place. "My name's Olivia Clark."

The whole accommodation was also normal. One alley and a couple of useless buildings secluded from the rest of the city with a wire fence. They also put up some trailers, so there would be more space for newcomers.

Some kids were running around, playing with toys, or drawing with colorful chalk. It wasn't crowded yet - some people here and there, talking or doing other day-to-day things, but at the same time Charlie didn't expect to see anyone here, so that was really shocking to her.

"Thank you for coming here today. As you can see there's not many people here yet." said the woman. "We should do everything in our power to tell as many people as possible about this place."

Charlie smiled tightly.

She was here because that's what she got paid for, she wasn't some type of Miss Universe to pray for the peace in the world. It wasn't her choice to come here and she just wanted to have things done.

"You can film this building and trailers. That's where people sleep, eat, and just spend their time. Over there, there is a canteen, so feel free to go there." said the woman in charge. "Just don't go in the building over there."

"What's in that building?" asked Charlie immediately.

Olivia looked over at the building and gulped, then she looked back at Charlie with a heavy sigh.

"I guess you' 're a part of this now, so I can show you," she said. "But no cameras. People can't find out about this."

This place was probably some old police station or something of that type. At first, it was just a normal place, where they were probably keeping all of their medication and where doctors were. Because everyone was walking around in blue uniforms and gloves. Hospital was her first thought and in fact, she wasn't that far from the truth.

"If you want to pass those doors you have to leave your camera and everything that would record anything. We will search you." she informed and some people just walked to her, cameraman Jerry and the rest of the crew. "You have to promise that you just forget what you're going to see in a moment."

Charlie shrugged and signed a paper that was probably some kind of agreement. She couldn't care less at this point and to be honest, she didn't want to be part of this, she was just curious. They also got white masks. The lady who handed it to them said something that sounded like good luck followed by: "You're gonna need it."

"Isn't that exciting? We're one of few people that get to see whatever's in here." said excited Kyle - he was a part of the crew, responsible for the sound. "I love our job." he smiled and entered to the next room.

"Bubble baths are exciting," she mumbled under her nose.

When they walked through the doors they found themselves on a long corridor with different types of doors.

First, they saw some cells with pale-looking people. They looked pretty normal, but just like people with a fever. Doctors or nurses were walking around them, making sure that they took medication or measuring their temperature.

In the next cell, people looked much worse. They were shivering and droplets of cold sweat were running down their faces. They were just laying there with probably cold compresses on their foreheads. Not many healthy people walked around them, they were kind of left alone.

Right next to it was yet another cell with people that could barely blink and even that seemed painful. Those people were just waiting for death to come at this point and it was very painful to watch. Not that she felt for them, it was just inhumane to keep them alive like that. She could imagine her brothers or parents or even herself like that and Charlie knew that she would rather be killed.

"We segregate them on stages." informed Olivia. "We don't know which ones are just sick and which ones are infected."

The whole crew with Charlie looked at Olivia with narrowed brows.

"Oh, we searched them before we let them in. We checked if they have any scratches or bites." she explained. "We have no idea how that happened."

Oh, it was the only sure thing in the recent situation. Smart people didn't know how the virus got awakened, but people could be infected in two ways: scratch or bite. Charlie didn't know why another person could bite another human being, maybe it was caused by hallucinations? Or fever?

Charlie was lost.

What did Olivia mean when she said that? Those were human beings, but they were just sick. Why did she become so tense as soon as she walked through those doors? What the hell was going on here?

"Let's go."

Reed stood for a moment longer next to a cell. There was something that caught her eyes inside. It was a man who was just lying there and could barely breathe on his own, but as he moved she was able to see a bloody stain on his stomach.

It was a bite.

She was horrified because that's not how she imagined the bite. She had four brothers and being the only girl wasn't easy growing up. When they were younger Charlie often found herself in the middle of a physical fight, tackling them, biting them, or being bitten. But any of her marks looked like that. The bit wasn't big and it looked as if a human being was a cause of it, but there was something scary. It was deep, to the bone - just a piece of meat gone. Bleeding torn wound, almost as if some hungry animal did it.

Before she had a chance to take a closer look, she heard gagging and gasps. She looked in the direction of her coworkers and headed to where they stood.

This time they didn't stand before a cell, they stood before something that looked like an interrogation room. But it wasn't important- not in comparison to what they all saw inside. It was something that no news or viral videos could prepare you to see. She held her gag herself as she saw what was inside.

"We have two more full of these," said Olivia. "And two more just waiting to be filled."

It was maybe ten walking things and around five sitting ones. They looked horrible, but as much as she would like to just look away, she was hypnotized in a way. They all were moving their jaws, walking around to find something else than the rotten body. She has never seen anything like it. Rotten bodies, pale skin, and nails that could tear flesh easily. Its eyes were empty as if hidden behind a gray cloud. It looked like a person but surely wasn't anymore.

She knew that there was a special glass separating them from those things, but she didn't feel safe at all. They could probably sense them somehow - maybe by their scent or maybe they could hear them because one of those things was facing them. Snarling and bringing the attention of others' dead bodies, and soon all of them were on a glass, trying to reach them.

"We should go." said Olivia."Once they hear you, they won't calm down."

She was looking at the camera, the microphone shaking in her hands that she just couldn't stop. She swallowed but still had this horrible picture in front of her eyes. The lifeless body of a thing that was once someone. Empty eyes and yellow teeth move in a hunger. Snarling still in her ear as if one of them was behind all the time.

"Charlie you good?" asked one of the members of the crew. She just looked at him, so he came up to her. "I know it's scary. I want to run away from this place just like you, but...there's work to do."

Charlie furrowed her brows at him.

"You want me to lie? It's not safe here," she whispered, so Olivia couldn't hear. "I have a family too and I wouldn't want them to come here."

"And they won't." he said. "Charlie. Just do your work."

She swallowed what wanted to leave her insides and looked over at her other friends. They were as pale as she was and their eyes showed that they think just like her. Kyle was no longer smiling, but sitting in front of his console looking at it with an empty stare. She didn't know if people could hear anything from what she was about to say, as their sound specialist was just sitting there, not moving as if those things ate his insides. Cameraman Jerry could barely hold the camera as his hands were shaking.

"3...2...1..."

"Good morning Atlanta." Charlie smiled as wide as she could. "You probably wonder where I am today? Today I visited Atlanta's safe zone..." her voice stuck in her throat because what she had to say next was just a bunch of lies. "Atlanta's safe zone...the best place to stay during the epidemic."

Charlie swallowed looking into the camera.

"If there's a safe place somewhere, it's here in Atlanta. You will get medical help, food and water, and a place to sleep." she said. "There's also military supervision at the gates, so nothing alive or..." Before she finished her sentence the dead eyes of the dead flashed right in front of her face. "Nothing alive or dead would get through."

Charlie smiled even wider to encourage anyone who would watch her to come to Atlanta.

"So if I were you...If I would have a choice, I would want to be here. In Atlanta's safe zone. Please bring your families and let's stay safe." she appealed. "It was Charlie Reed. Have a great day Atlanta."

As soon as she ended her broadcast and got rid of all the mics, she entered her car and just sat there. Tears of fear ran down her face and she knew that she would do anything to stop her family from coming here. To this day this whole virus was just a gossip, a dream and nothing real.

But she saw it, with her own eyes. She saw it, heard it, and even smelled it.

Another thought formed in her head, the one that took her breath away and crushed her ribs. The news that was surrounding them was just a bunch of bullshit. People out there didn't know shit about the virus and what was really going on. They didn't know what those things looked like and they just thought about them as sick people.

Now Charlie was sure about a different thing- there was no something like a safe zone or place.

It was all bullshit.

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[angelthefirst1]

01x01 ♾️ 10x10

YEARS...

TOWL

First off, I loved episode one, and I hope you all enjoyed it too.

I very much believe the title is linked to Beth - The one who lives.

I mentioned in previous posts that we would be heading back to repeat season 1 of the walking dead. We got many callbacks in episode 1 of TOWL. Such as Rick stepping into Merle's role of being handcuffed because he is "difficult."

Like Merle, Rick has to chop his own hand off to escape.

The callbacks are quite detailed. If you remember back, Merle was horrible to T-dog, refusing to take any direction from him because of his skin colour. He almost kills T-dog and wants to become the leader of the group, which leads to Rick handcuffing him.

Whereas to contrast, Rick wants to escape the CRM to get back to Michonne, whom he loves.

Rick also doesn't desire power in the CRM at all and even says so to Okafor.

Rick, in season one, is also looking for Lori his wife.

Merle and Daryl (the brothers) are separated.

It's a beautiful rework of that time around the rooftop scene in Atlanta...

The exciting thing about all this is that Andrea was first introduced just prior to Merle (Daryl's brother) being handcuffed on that rooftop.

They are reversing and reworking season one and season 5 scenes combined (I'll get to the season 5 patterns soon), so Beth (a reworked Andrea) is close...

We even saw Rick's own version of a Brulent (burner) walker that leads to cauterization...

I talk about the cauterization theme at length here from DD1.

The cauterization theme is related to walking away from God, which is interesting with Rick specifically because Rick is "walking away" from or running away from the CRM.

The CRM logo is a representation of God.

The Borromean rings have been used in different contexts to indicate strength in unity. In particular, some have used the design to symbolize the Trinity.

The end is the beginning theme ♾️

This theme reveals a major clue to the story and what they are drawing from, and that is the Revelation or revealing of Jesus Christ.

Beth's revealing is symbolic of this...

The book of Revelation is known as a book about the end of all things but also the beginning of something new.

To remind you, not that you need it, this is a show about the end of the world, and the writers are heavily incorporating biblical end time events into the show.

Jesus describes one of his characteristics in the book of Revelation, he says:

‭‭Revelation 22:13

I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.

The beginning and the end theme, will eventually reveal Beth. 01x01 ♾️ 10x10 get well soon.

The symbolism around her character is used to link her symbolically to Christ, I've mentioned this many times before. As a reminder, some aspects of this are:

She dies wearing a cross.

She dies sacrificially (goes all in) to save Noah.

The bible says Noah walked with God, so God saved him from the biblical flood. In the cauterization post i linked above, i go into how 510 events when it rained and they hide in the barn (Ark) was a rework of the biblical flood.

Beth was also the only character given the symbolism of an "empty" or missing body/grave.

She was innocent and considered "good" as Daryl was trying to indicate at the "oh" moment (and yes, he was also saying he loves her 😉)

Jesus was also called good by his disciples. The real definition actually means morally perfect, so while back in Alone the writers were using the "good people theme" to indicate someone that hasn't become out-rightly evil in these evil times, with Beth, it was just one more way of linking her symbolically to Jesus as morally perfect.

Seeing what Rick has experienced with the CRM is a shadow of Beth.

Now let's talk about how season 5 Grady has been reworked.

While we are back in season 1, they are also showing us Rick's version of being at Grady.

Dawn is Thorne, and yes, we're rhyming names now it's becoming that obvious.

Rick (Beth) and Thorne (Dawn) play a game of Poker, and Rick goes all in... Thorne folds.

Thorne tells Rick she's great at poker, but she loses.

Dawn also liked to play poker... Poker is about holding the right cards, having the upper hand, and even bluffing your way to a win.

Remember the hostage trade at Grady? They focused a large amount of time on the numbers of cops to trade with Dawn.

Daryl says to Rick, "3s better than 2" talking about the 3 cops they have to trade back for Beth and Carol. 3 cops gives them the winning hand...

Now, in poker, that's a true statement. All you need to win is a better hand than your opponent.

Well...in fact Dawn and Beth were playing poker in that hallway at Grady.

Beth made the choice to go all in like Rick did. Dawn dies (folds)

It's a big risk to go all in, but the pay-off can be huge. Dawn got nothing in the end.

While Beth is the one who lives and survives a bullet to the forehead. This is actually confirmed in this episode twice, so read on.

A shadow of this is shown with Rick...

In the very next scene after the poker game where Thorne (Dawn) folds, we see Rick hold the bullet right to his forehead. It's not a coincidence...

In that defining moment, you'll make the right choice...

Beth made the right choice.

Beth won and it was lights out for Dawn before she even got to play... just like Thorne said...

Confirming the poker theme and bullet graze theme.

This combination is actually reinforced as it's mentioned in sequence twice in this episode.

Rick and Thorne both sign up to the CRM, and Okafor asks them to work secretly for him. Afterwards, Thorne talks with Rick, and Rick asks her if she gave Okafor the scar on his forehead (a shadow of Beth's scar)

It's then she admits to shooting Okafor in the head, but the bullet just grazed him, she missed. Rick then asks if she will shoot him, too...

Then, she stops and seemingly very randomly brings up the topic of playing poker. But it's not random at all.

It's a reworked reverse shadow of what happened at Grady.

Bullet graze to the head, missed didn't make the kill but it did leave a scar, poker and lights out for Thorne/Dawn. All while Rick (Beth) asks if she will shoot him too.

And all while Rick (Beth) is trapped in the CRM (Grady) away from the love of his life.

Thorne also gives us more hints that she is a new version of Dawn back at Grady. She thinks the system of the CRM is working fine and it doesn't need to change.

Rick disagrees as no one is free to leave.

Beth kept telling Dawn that she wasn't staying any longer than they made her. She wasn't free to leave either, and Dawn told her she shouldn't see it as a sentence. That out there, she would be dead.

This whole rework also gives us insight into Beth's mindset. Just as Rick was trying to escape to get to someone he loves, so was Beth trying to get back to Daryl.

The A's and B's - a repeat of Grady only taking in the ones who they thought were weak. In Beth's case, they got it wrong, she thought for herself, which classified her a an A.

They thought she was a B but she was an A

The man i was with, is he here?

They thought Daryl was an A and same with Noah's Dad so they left them out in the world to die.

Okafor, Thorne and Rick are a reworked version of Beth, Dawn and Noah.

The repeats in this story should give hope that Beth survived that bullet and just like the end of this episode with Rick and Michonne, the story will eventually lead to two people who love each other reuniting. One of whom thought the other died but could never find the body...

[cobrabobra]

"If i were a zombie"

Daryl Dixon x gender neutral!reader

Kinda angsty ig, reader is dead, Alexandria era, inspired by "The zombie song", description of a corpse

English is not my first language and it's my first time writing something like this

Daryl never thought he would fall in love, he never thought he'd have a family. He could picture Merle having a family, being a shitty father and husband, having kids, taking them hunting like their father did. But Daryl? No, he simply couldn't imagine having a family of his own. And maybe that's for the best, what if he treated his children just like his old man treated him and his brother? The family he already had, Rick, Carol, Glenn, they were enough for him, he didn't need nobody else.

Or so he thought. Aaron found somebody alone in the forest, amazed by how they survived all on their own up to this point, they decided to take the stranger with them back to Alexandria. They found out the stranger's name was (Y/N) and Daryl couldn't help but think that the name suited them well.

When they got back home, Daryl was left to show (Y/N) around as Aaron had something else to do. He was supposed to talk about the place, but he mostly answered the newcomer's questions with simple 'yes' and 'no'. Dixon didn't do well with new people, hell, he didn't do well with people in general, so the tour felt a bit awkward to the both of them.

Couple of days passed and the man started to warm up to (Y/N), they were kind enough to ask if he needed help with his bike or bring him a protein bar before he went outside the walls.

And after a while they started to get really close, closer than Daryl ever imagined himself with anybody, but he didn't mind, (Y/N) presence felt like a cold water on a burn or a warm meal after a long day. They asked him about hunting and bikes and even though he didn't say much, they remembered every word he said. He finally had someone who he could tell anything, whose mere presence made his day brighter, who made him somehow better.

It didn't take long for the two of them to start dating, well they never really made it official but their relationship status was pretty obvious. They hadn't been the most affectionate couple, they didn't whisper sweet words into each others ears, they didn't hold hands, they didn't kiss in front of other people. They simply ate together, slept together, were together and it was perfect for the both of them. Everything was perfect and Daryl suddenly found himself thinking they could start a family someday, they could live together, maybe get married, maybe even have a kid, they could be happy together.

"Don't" he said, his voice raspy and harsh, yet it still was somehow soft, begging Rick both to do anything.

"Daryl, you can't keep living like this, you have to move on" his friend sight gun still aimed at a walkers head.

Dixon didn't answer, he felt this sinking feeling in his chest when he saw the walking corpse of his loved one once again. He couldn't kill them, he simply couldn't and he won't allow anyone do it either.

"You know, if I ever turned into a walker, I'd never eat you" they chuckled softly, looking into the man's eyes as they laid in bed. Daryl couldn't help but smile at his lovers words.

"And I'd never kill you" he responded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind their ear.

His eyes filled up with tears at this memory. They could've been so happy, so so happy. They could've have a house and a dog, maybe even a cat. They could've been a family, fuck they could've had and been so many things.

"Don't" he said again and Grimes lowered his gun.

"You know we all loved (Y/N), they were a part of the family. But accidents happen, it wasn't nobody's fault, you have to let them go" he spared him one last sad look before turning back and walking away.

He can't just let them go. Not after everything, not after watching them die, not after loving them so dearly.

"Daryl, listen to me, I'm not leaving you, not ever, I'll always be with you" a quiet voice said, (Y/N) face all sweaty because of the fever, teary eyes looking at him as they continued. "Our love won't ever be burried. But you have to let me go, you have to end this soon, because I can't do it myself"

That was their dying wish and Daryl couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't know why, he knew that this wound would never heal as long as they were walking around, that he'd never be happy again if he didn't end this. But as much as it hurt, as much as his heart bled, he just couldn't do it. He didn't see a walking, rotting corpse ready to eat him, he saw the person he wanted to spend his life with.

He bit his lip until it bled, anything to stop his tears, their lifeless eyes followed his every movement, getting closer and closer. He heard their moans, so different from those he used to hear, saw their pale lips, so different from those he used to kiss, he saw their messy hair, so different from those he played with

He drew his gun and aimed it at their head, his finger trembling on the trigger as he pulled it and the body fell to the ground.

Even now, even with them gone, he couldn't ever let go, because...

"Our love won't ever be burried"

[gaelic-symphony]

50 Things to Know About Tara Lewis

I have, on multiple occasions, held myself out to be the resident Tara Lewis expert and have spent many, many hours obsessing over her, so I figured I would put together this handy little guide to our favorite forensic psychologist!

Things About Tara Lewis That Are Canonically True

She was (presumably) born in 1973.

She was named after her paternal great-grandmother.

Her middle name is Elizabeth.

She has a brother named Gabriel who is three years younger.

Her father's name is Albert.

She has an aunt named Thelma who may or may not be the same aunt who mended all her clothes growing up.

She was a tomboy.

She loved fossils when she was a kid.

Her father was in the military, and her family moved around a lot while she was growing up. Places they lived include Hamburg, Germany; Okinawa, Japan; and Fort Rucker army base in Alabama.

Her brother began calling her "T" after a boy at school teased her about her name. Gabriel is the only one who uses this nickname for her.

Her father opened an auto body repair shop in D.C. after being discharged from the military, and he taught Tara how to restore antique cars.

She is fluent in both German and French.

She was brought up Christian.

Her mother died of breast cancer when she was 18.

She attended Dartmouth College in New Hampshire for both her undergraduate and graduate degrees.

She has a complicated relationship with her younger brother, and at one point, they were estranged from each other after she bailed him out when he found himself in financial (and possibly legal) trouble.

She was previously married to Daryl Wright, but they divorced as a result of his issues with drug addiction which led him to become abusive towards her.

She and Daryl met at Dartmouth and married young, while they were still in graduate school.

She was engaged to Doug Fuller, but he broke off their engagement after becoming frustrated with Tara's work hours at the BAU.

Before joining the BAU, she worked out of the San Francisco field office.

She counseled parents in the aftermath of the Sandy Hook shooting.

Serial killers she has interviewed include Loren Herzog and Archie Sutton.

She listens to classic rock and enjoys Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, and The Doors.

She drives a 1970 Opel GT which she spent five years restoring.

Her drink of choice appears to be whiskey.

She is an excellent shot and scored 100 on her firearms qualification.

She wears reading glasses.

She watches Doctor Who.

She doesn't believe in ghosts.

She has given a TED Talk.

Things About Tara Lewis That I Made up Because the Writers Neglected Her

Her birthday is April 22, 1973.

She was born in Fort Meade, Maryland.

Her mother's name was Evelyn.

Her parents were high school sweethearts, and they both grew up in and have deep family ties to Prince George's County, Maryland (the part of Maryland that borders D.C. to the east and contains several of the wealthiest majority-Black communities in the United States).

When she was a little girl, her father's pet name for her was "my little ladybug," and he still calls her that occasionally even though she's in her forties now.

She bears a striking physical resemblance to her mother, who was also a very tall lady, but not quite as tall as Tara.

She's played the piano since she was four years old.

She was on the track team in high school and broke her school's record for the Girls' 800m.

While at Dartmouth, she spent a semester abroad in Geneva, which is where she perfected her French.

She loves dogs, but she's never been able to have one of her own: first because her family moved around so much, then because she was a broke, busy university student, and now because of the long hours and constant travel that comes with her job.

Her favorite color is green.

She loves WNBA basketball and is a diehard Washington Mystics fan.

She's a very good cook.

She met Daryl in the stacks of the library during her senior year of college. They were both looking for the same psychology book. He was immediately charming and sweet, and he let Tara check the book out instead of him, but only on the condition she give him her number so he could come borrow it if he really needed it. Of course, he found some reason to need the book before Tara was finished with it just so he could call her, and of course, when he did, they ended up talking for hours and forgetting about the book altogether. He took her back to the same spot in the library to propose to her.

She joined the FBI right after her divorce. They'd been trying to recruit her for a while, but after she and Daryl split up, she felt like she needed a fresh start and a change of scenery, so she left New Hampshire for Quantico.

She requested a transfer to the San Francisco field office in 2009 because Gabriel was living in San Francisco and having a rough time, and she felt obliged to go out there so she could keep an eye on him. After all, it was easier for her to transfer to a different FBI field office than it would be for her aging father to close up shop in D.C. and start a whole new business in California.

After she and Gabriel became estranged, she applied for the first available opening in the BAU so that she could move back east and be close to her father and the rest of her family again.

She lives in a 3-bedroom townhouse in Northern Virginia. It's a lot of space for just one person, but she found it and fell in love with it when she and Doug were house-hunting before he broke things off and went back to San Francisco, so she just went ahead and bought it for herself when she saw it was still on the market.

She enjoys spending her days off at her father's shop, working on cars with him.

She loves kids and is great with them, but she's never felt the need to have any of her own. She prefers being "Auntie Tara" to Henry, Michael, and the Simmons kids, and regularly offers to babysit when JJ and Will or Matt and Kristy need a night to themselves.

[severussnapedamagedlove]

EWMN ----> Chapter Three is POSTED

Read at https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14201814/1/EWMN

The Center for Disease Control was a large building surrounded by broken military blockades, dead bodies, cawing birds, and a descending dark of the city. Their hearts were in their throats as they sprinted. It was in the middle of Atlanta. The overgrown fields of the airport to the west were the perfect place for walkers to hide their motions in the flow of the air.

Eloise kept a spear pointed hunting knife clenched in hand as they neared the building. Their last hope for an end to the nightmare. Rick believed there was a cure. Some magic scientist team still working diligently to create a vaccine that would cure the ones lost. Or at least save the rest from the wrath of the dead.

But she knew better than to trust a hope as faraway as that. The world was gone. Sanity descended to madness, survival the only thought on everyone’s mind. The new world was savage. It only awarded those who fought without abandon or morality.

The CDC did not have a lasting supply of power, water, food, and care. Eventually, things ran out.

Hope ran out.

           “There’s nothing here!”

           “What are we going to do? We’re trapped here. We have no place else to go.”

Their voices echoed against the buildings, the empty streets, like a siren call to those who were hungry.

           “Let us in!” Rick’s fists pounded against the thick reinforced doors. “We’re going to die out here!”

As if there was a person to care.

           “Rick. Look around. There is nothing left,” Shane shouted.

The rest of the group was frantic. They were trapped out in the open, unprotected, most were unarmed, cowered with the rest of them. Carl and Sophia, children, left as the most vulnerable in the open position they were in.

They formed a circle around Lori, Carol, and the kids. Andrea held out her pistol. Dale was there with his rifle, which wasn’t much of use in a hand-to-hand situation. Shane was too distracted with the meltdown of Rick at the doors. T-Dog and Jacqui were together. Their hands held their weapons, widened eyes, trembling hands.

           “We can’t stay here,” Daryl said. He swung in circles. Eyes stayed on the move for any glimpse of walker nearby.

           “It’s almost nightfall,” Lori murmured.

The sounds of shuffling feet echoed in their ears. Hisses and groans of the walking dead moved closer, from all around.

Fading light made the moment all the more terrifying.

           “Daryl.” Shane said.

           “I can’t see ‘em.”

Eloise pulled out another knife from her pocket. She wielded the two blades in her fists. One sensation close enough would catch both, hopefully in a skull.

There was a screech and a mechanical groan. A light emerged through the dusk. It came from inside the building.

           “Inside, inside.” Rick urged. His steps the first to step inside the building.

Eloise and Daryl were the farthest. It was a rush to get inside. Light had attracted the walkers. Their quickening shuffles only prodded their feet faster.

It came obvious that they would not make it without a walker with them. It was too fast, too close.

Arrows were a limited resource. Daryl couldn’t risk shooting and losing one. But a knife. Those were aplenty if she didn’t manage to get it back.

She stopped, spun on toe, and lashed out with both blades. The walker, a sunken wrinkled thing with greasy limp hair down to its shoulders, bared its rotten teeth. Both of its arms swung at her. Eloise stepped closer. The downside of knives was that it was close contact. Close enough to be harmed in the way of administering their quiet power.

There were shouts of her name as she avoided the lashing claws of the dead.

Another walker came from the side only narrowly missing her leg. Eloise used her body to propel the knife through one skull, kicking the other walker off its feet, giving her the chance to muster up her energy.

           “Come on!” They shouted. The doors weren’t open forever. “Run!”

The walker rose to its feet. She pulled at the blade, but it wouldn’t release. Caught on the bone.

It came forward. Bits of brown and yellow bile splashed from the open gash through its belly.

           “Shit,” she swore.

An arrow pierced its head in a quick burst. The body dropped to the ground.

Daryl stood near the closing door. “COME ON!”

Eloise ripped the arrow from the walker and ran as hard as she could until the momentum was so great, she tumbled into the wall of people around the door and dropped them to the floor. She tumbled away. The backpack on her back arched her back, an awkward position that took her breath away.

           “God damn. You some kind of stupid?” Daryl growled as he rose from the floor.

Her chest burned. She held her hands close to her heart as the frantic pulse throbbed violently like it might rip through her skin.

           “Walkers would have been in here with us if she hadn’t,” Shane commented.

           “Yeah, and coulda been dead on that pavement, too.”

It was a slow ascent. Her whole bicep ached.

The arrow still clutched in her fist. She thrust it toward the crossbow holder.

           “You dropped this.”

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[lazyneonrabbitt]

Not your usual undead

Daryl Dixon x reader

Which undead do you choose? The ones outside, or the one in front of you?

So, @ghostboneswrites2 said she's more of a vampire girly and my head did something.

Every breath burned in your lungs, the cold air not helping your sweaty self in the slightest as you ran for your life through the woods. Groups of walkers came out of nowhere, like they were coordinated to surround your group that you now inconveniently lost.

You ran for god knows how long, starting when the sun was barely above the horizon.

It looked like almost midday now, having stopped behind a large tree and spotting a large factory like wall halfway built into the rock wall behind it.

Large, blacked out and barricaded windows covered the front of the place. A hiding space.

You could rest there, you had to get in. It took some time but you managed to get in and close up from the inside, ensuring no one would follow.

It was too dark inside, you could barely find the flashlight you kept in your bag.

You clicked it on and heard a groan, immediately turning the light towards the sound and drew your knife again. Another groan. You followed the sound to get to the walker that had probably gotten stuck somewhere, currently being on its last legs before entirely decaying.

After making your way around the dump of a hall you found the source of the noise laying face down in the bed of a partially stripped truck. You held your knife up, ready to climb in and strike when the softest “don’t” came from the body.

The flashlight whipped into the direction of the head and you got another groan in response. Moving the flashlight over the rest of the body you shoved it with your boot and turned it over.

It was a man. A dirty old man with ratty long hair and a scruffy beard. He wore faded black jeans and a thick, dark green flannel.

He had weapons on him, but nothing else. He looked like he was dying.

"Are you bit?" You didn't even know if you expected an answer, but he did respond with great difficulty. "Hunger.."

"Leave.." The downed man groaned with the most urgency he could summon. "Smell good.. W'na eatya.."

You backed up, almost tripping backwards off the truck bed. With the stagger of tour body the flashlight beam came across his face once more, the shine reflecting off his eyes like an animal's. "Gah, fuck!" His hand flew up to cover his eyes, leaving his mouth open and breathinf heavily. Fangs?

"Oh fuck." In shock you dropped your knife. "You're one of those redneck werewolves that lived near here." You stepped further back, crouching back on the edge of the bed now.

"The fuck didya call me?" With newfound strength he hauled himself up into a sitting position. "In all'a mah hundreds o'years I got called lots'a names but yer the first one ta offend me like tha.."

He scoffed where he sat. "Callin' me a filthy mutt. Should kill ya fer tha.." A loud cough wracked his entire body, leaning forward on his hands, heaving. His body needed something to survive, it was already starting to eat away at itself.

"Wait. You're not?" Curiosity got the best of you and you leaned closer, placing a hand down in front of you. Right where you had dropped your knife just now and cut your palm. You hissed in pain, pulling back in perfect harmony with the man's sudden lurch forward.

His eyes were wild, mouth hanging open as he licked his lips. His hand moved to your knife and picked it up, bringing it to his lips and licking your blood off it before tossing it aside.

"Hand." The hand that just tossed aside your knife was now asking for your bleeding palm. "Ya owe me after callin' me a dog."

The blood was running down your sleeve by now, it was so gross. He needed to eat, just like you. Except he couldn't feed on whatever he found he needed animals. Or people.. And you swore to never let another person starve if they hadn't harmed you or your loved ones.

You extended your shaking hand out to him, anxiety spiking when his face got closer.

His hands found your wrist and fingers before his tongue dragged over the cut, a low moan escaping him at the taste.

You were about to comment when he jerked your arm closer. You fell forward, hands on his thigh to keep you from faceplainting into his chest. His hand moved down your arm and his now way longer fangs sunk deep into your wrist.

You let out a cry at the initial contact but quickly felt the pain fade, only a dull pulling sensation with each soft suck of his lips around the wounds.

It didn't hurt. It wasn't so bad after all. Somehow it was kind of nice, and his flannel was so soft against your cheek..

God, all that running had seriously tired you out.

Sleep, what an amazing idea..

Hou hadn't even realised you had passed out until you woke up in the truck bed, an old blanket covering you and the flickering of flames just off to the side.

"Welcome back." The man's voice held a lot more energy now, he was up and walking around the place. "C'mere. Ya gotta eat sum'n."

With the fire burning you could take a better look around. Your coat was off, now laying flat over the blanket that covered you. The place looked like it used to be an auto garage. The second you slipped from underneath the blankets you were back to freezing, grabbing your coat and pulling it on. "Jesus, how aren't you cold?"

"Tha's the first thing yer askin' me?" He scoffed with a smile on his face. "Ya know the dead don't feel cold, right?"

The dead.. "Oh that's just my luck, huh." You found your way to the fire and sat down close to it, taking in its warmth. "I run from the undead, right into the fangs of another kind of undead."

"Least I get ta choose if I wanna turn ya with a bite. 'Cept if I do I lose ma food again." The man held out a skewered piece of meat out to you, but you were reluctant to take it. "S'jus rabbit." He lifted a furry skin up into view, showing you the little bunny ears before tossing it aside again. "Went 'n found somethin' ta get yer strenght up after I fed off ya so much."

Accepting the food with a thanks, you took a small bite and let out a hum at how good it tasted. "You know," you started, pointing at your new companion with your food. "I always thought vampires were pretty boys with sticks up their asses who seduced their bloodbag wifeys." You twirled the stick in his direction before taking another bite.

"First ya call me a dog, n' now yer comparin' me ta them shitty teen movie fakes?" He snapped at you in annoyance, his face held a look that clearly said he was regretting not entirely draining you earlier.

Your hands shot up in response, quickly going into defensive mode. "Hey, don't get me wrong. I am not a fan of those fancy schmancy dudes. No sir."

You laughed at yourself around a mouthful of food, thinking back to those horribly made romance movies. "I like your type more. Yeah, ugh those skinny fucks always looked like they'd whine if they got blood on their shirts, man."

You earned a laugh with that comment. "Yer sayin' ya prefer me snackin' on ya 'n bleedin' all over ya next time?" You almost choked on a piece of meat then. "I'm sorry what? Next? No. Huh?" You couldn't tell if the heat rising to your cheeks was from his words or the food you almost choked on now.

"C'mon, promise ta take jus' wha I need." He took thw second rabbit skewer from next to the fire and handed it to you. "I'll keep ya fed, ya keep me fed. S'a great deal."

"I don't even know your name, how about you share that first." You snatched the skewer from his hand and chowed it down in no time while staring at him in wait for his response.

"Name's Daryl. Got cursed durin' a stupid drug deal mah brother took me along for." He sighed and leaned back, turning to stretch his legs. "Now ya know ma name. Yer fine stickin' 'round now?"

You could only roll your eyes at him at that. "Alright you know what? I'll admit I prefer rhe company of your type of undead over those outise, and I bet my old group has all become part of those shitty undeads so yeah. I'll stick around."

A/N: I don't think I've ever written for vampires ever so I hope this is okay.

[lunajay33]

Prison Attack🦅

Summary: The prison is under attack by walkers and everyone splits up and the alarms go off, you go off with Hershel and Beth and your baby decides to pop but you wanna wait for Daryl scared of what might happen

•Masterlist•

The alarms were blaring and the walkers were everywhere, I tried to look for Daryl but Beth grabbed my arm and dragged my back into the cage that led into the prison where Hershel was

“No I need to get to Daryl” I pleaded

“You need to stay here, Daryl is with Rick and can take care of themselves, you have a baby to look after so you’re staying with us” hershel said as Beth led me inside

I felt panicked and the alarms were making it worse, the three of us made it back to our cells and I sat on my bed

“Hey are you okay?” Beth asked rubbing my back

“I’m uncomfortable, a lot of pressure” I said and that’s when my water broke and soaked my legs

I looked up at them both panicked

“No no no this can’t be happening right now, I need Daryl”

“Shhhh it’ll be okay, but you’re baby is coming and that’s the priority right now, good thing you came with us” Hershel said as he brought some pillows behind me and had me lay down

“Beth I need you to get some towels, water and scissors” he said and she ran off only back moments later

“But what if something happens I want Daryl” I said crying

“Dear you need to calm down and just think of the baby, your little Daryl” he said soothing me

“Hershel promise me, if anything does happen make sure he’s okay, tell him I love him and that he doesn’t resent the baby okay?” I said just in case

“Okay I will but you’ll be fine dear, but it’s time for you to push”

Thankfully I was wearing a skirt so I just pulled it up and sat up

“Remember to breathe and when your contraction comes then push” he said and Beth sat beside me holding my hand

I felt my contraction and I pushed, the pain was nothing I’ve ever felt before but it’ll be worth it to see my baby

I screamed in pain and then I felt a cold cloth against my forehead

“You’re doing great only a few more times” he said

A few more pushes and that’s when I heard it, the little cries, I was so exhausted but just hearing the cries knowing they were okay brought a smile to my face

“It’s a girl, she’s a beautiful little thing” he said as he laid her on my chest

I wrapped my arms around her and I felt whole, she was beautiful, little tuff of dark brown hair and blue eyes like Daryl

“You did amazing y/n, Daryl’s gonna be so happy” Beth said as she wiped away my sweat

The alarms stopped and everything calmed down

After I was all cleaned up I stayed laying there with her in my arms wrapped in a blanket then we heard the others enter the block

Beth ran out to get Daryl

“Daryl y/n needs you” I heard her say

“Is she okay?” He asked and then everyone was circled around outside my cell and Daryl was stunned

“I’m sorry I tried to wait for you but she came out kickin, definitely a Dixon” I smiled as he laid behind me so we were both looking at her

“My baby, I’m sorry I wasn’t there I’m glad you were with hershel” he said placing kissing along my face

“Is everyone okay?” I asked tired

“T-Dog didn’t make it, Lori went into labour and didn’t make it either” I heard Glenn say as I looked over to see Maggie holding a little baby

“Oh no, I’m so sorry Carl” I said as he was crying and Rick wasn’t here

“Do you wanna meet her?” I asked him hoping it might help

He nodded and came over to the bed

“She’s cute” he smiled

“What should we name her?” I asked him

“How about robin, like Robin Hood since Daryl is so good with the bow” he smiled

“I think it’s perfect, what do you think Daryl? Our like Robin Dixon”

“I think it’s perfect” he pulled me close and wrapped his hand around robins little head and we stayed like that for the rest of the night, together as a family

[shootfortherightreasons]

;; I’m just saying, Carl’s AU job and his apocalyptic society life are both gonna end up being animal rescue and care.

My mind is unchangeable.

Also just a reminder my muse is learning medical. He w i l l be saving animals.

[twd-obsessed-bitch]

Okie dokie friends, here's my twd holiday head cannons, these are gonna be mostly based in season 11 but because I live the fun world of denial, Carl Grimes is still alive and well,

-Carl tells Judith, RJ, Hershel and Gracie what he remembers about Christmas

-"My mom, dad and I used to go to this tree farm and dad and uncle Shane would cut down the biggest one we could find and we'd take it home and decorate it while drinking hot chocolate and listening to Christmas music"

-the kids get so excited hearing about it they run to the adults

-Judy runs right into the side of Daryl's legs almost knocking him down before asking if he could get them a Christmas tree

-Daryl and Aaron have an inability to say no to their girls so of course they go out bright and early the next day to find the perfect tree

-while they're out Maggie and Rosita show the kids how to make paper snowflakes and look around for some decorations

-Carl tells Judith more about what Christmas was like before the world ended

-he tells her about snowball fights with Rick and uncle Shane

-and how Rick would lift him up to put the star on the tree

-Carl still believes in Santa because how is he supposed to know otherwise

-Judy asks if Santa's a walker

-and Carl explains to the kiddos that Santa is magical and the only reason he hasn't delivered presents to Alexandria is because they haven't sent any letters

-which leads to the kids running around Alexandria yelling to Santa about where they are

-Daryl and Aaron get back and almost drop the tree they found laughing at the kids

-the tree is taller than Aaron

-they decorate everything with what they found and the paper snowflakes they made

-when all of the decorations are up they of course have a snowball fight. Jerry basically just starts throwing the kids into the deep snow near the end of it

-Carol makes everybody tea to warm them up, saying something about wishing they had chocolate and milk to make some real hot chocolate

-Connie and Kelly teach the kids how to sign 'Merry Christmas' and they sign/sing through 'Rudolph the red nose reindeer'

-Gracie finds a red ball and tries to put it on dogs nose to make him rudolph

-later on Carl finds Judith hiding and crying a bit and asks what's wrong

-"I just, I miss mom and dad and I wish they were here, you said Christmas was about family"

-"well I'm not them but I'm here and I'm not going anywhere"

-and they hug (I need older Judith and Carl to hug they'd be the best sibling duo)

-Daryl follows dog and finds them and they have a little family hug. (side note do y'all ever think about how much of a dad Daryl is to Judy? I mean he was one of the first people to feed her, he named her, temporarily, he's there whenever she's sad or needs encouragement. Like what a dad)

This last one is more just for fun than the rest, (there's no apocalypse and all our faves are alive AND happy)

-Group family Christmas dinner, everybody is at a big table, they're all sat together in their little families along the table. Like the scene from 7x01 except everyone we love from seasons 1-11 is there happy and sharing food.

Tara and Denise get caught under some mistletoe and Daryl whoops when he sees Denise awkwardly look around before kissing Tara, who just grins cheekily and kisses Denise again.

@ohmydeputywalsh this one's just for you, All the kids take turns putting the star on the tree and Shane puts Judith on his shoulders so she can reach