#my daryl gifs

[bikinibottomdayz]

The Outsiders + Book Quotes

[bambidixon]

Just listen to me for one second and imagine this

You messed up. Big time. Not because it was a simple mistake, but because you didn’t listen. Again. You did what you thought was best, but it wasn’t. You almost got yourself and your team killed. Now everyone’s pissed—voices raised, scolding you like a damn child. Daryl knows you deserve it. Knows you screwed up. But still—he ain’t about to just stand there and watch them tear into you. No one gets to do that but him. So he steps in, shoving past them, eyes dark with something between anger and protectiveness. "Back the hell off," he snaps, voice like gravel, and before you can react, he grabs your arm—harder than he means to—and pulls you out of there.

The second you’re alone, he lets go, but only to start pacing. He’s fuming. Shoulders tight, jaw clenched. Then he turns on you. "What the hell were you thinkin'?" His voice is rough, edged with frustration. "You ain't invincible. You keep pullin’ shit like that, one day you ain't comin’ back."

His words hit like a slap, and before you can stop yourself, you fire back. "I was trying to help!"

"Yeah? Well, you didn’t!" He steps closer, voice rising. "You don’t get to just do whatever the hell you want ‘cause you ‘think it’ll work.’ You ain't out there alone. You got people countin’ on you."

It stings. Not just his words but the way he’s looking at you—disappointed, pissed, tired. Like he doesn’t even know what to do with you.

Your throat tightens, and you try to hold it together, but your voice cracks. You barely hear your own choked sob before you feel him freeze. Then, just like that, all that anger drains out of him.

Daryl exhales, rough and shaky. His hands twitch at his sides, like he don’t know what the hell to do— but then he just moves. Closes the space between you, pulls you in, holds you tight. You press your face into his chest, your fists gripping his vest.

He doesn’t say it, but the way his arms stay locked around you says enough. "Don’t do that again," he mutters, "Ain’t losin’ you."

[gresit]

SPLASH (1984) dir. Ron Howard

[mianieaaa]

i need a man that looks like this to waltz into my life and ruin it completely making me crazy so then i have to pack up all my shit and live my life in the mountains or sum shit.

[4ever-feral]

I’m a sucker for a angry man with a tragic backstory. There just so hot

[daryltwdixon]

Daryl Dixon x Reader | Sucker | Masterlist

You're out on a run with the group when you spot a bag of candy. Surely no one in their right mind would leave them behind. Before putting them in your bag, you stick one in your mouth. Daryl is the sharing type.

original idea is from this post by : @dixonzzgirl "eating a lollipop and daryl walks right up and pulls it out of your mouth and puts it in his (or vise versa)"

You weirdly were looking forward to this run into town. The prison life was good, and easy. You loved it there. But once in a while you craved the adrenaline rush that was brought on by being outside the walls and tall gates. 

Today Maggie approached you about joining her on a run to the drug store for baby formula and potentially cold medicine if you were lucky. Judith had come down with a runny nose and they needed to up her formula amount now that she was getting bigger. Of course you agreed, and Daryl sitting next to you at breakfast offered himself as well. So it was you, him, Glenn, and Maggie on this run together. Maybe back when the world was normal you could call this a double date–except for the fact no one knew you and Daryl were a thing. You weren’t exactly sure if you could call it a relationship yet or not, but you two enjoyed each other’s company. Especially in dark corners of the prison…with your clothes off. 

You’re bringing up the back of the group with a knife in hand and assault rifle strapped on your back. 

Daryl turns around, checking to see you’re still keeping up, and when he meets your eyes he gives you a wink. You stick your tongue at him playfully, and he pulls back to walk next to you. When he’s in stride with you, he reaches behind you and pinches your jean clad butt. You yelp and swat him away, making Maggie and Glenn turn around to see what the commotion is from. You and Daryl glance at one another, and when the other two see there's nothing to worry about, you whisper to Daryl, “Don’t, they’ll see,”

“Who cares,” he mutters with a playful smile, “cats gon’ come out the bag one day, sweetheart,” he opens his stride to walk next to Glenn again. You shake your head, trying to make the blush recede from your cheeks as you follow along.

You’re jogging up the strip of stores when you take a halt in front of an old CVS Pharmacy. The windows are hazy and Glenn cups his hand around his eyes against the door to get a look inside. He looks back at the group, nods, and you all hold up your weapons, ready for the attack if needed. Glenn slowly opens the sliding door that was once automatic, and peers inside looking left to right. 

“Clear” he whispers back to the group. You lower your knife and follow inside. You immediately elongate your steps, passing the others and head toward the cold medicine aisle. On your way you pass the candy section and a lone bag on the shelf catches your eye. You smile and take the detour to grab the bag of colorfully wrapped candies. You can’t believe anyone would leave this treasure behind. Before putting it in your bag, you grab one sucker out and unwrap it, sticking it in your mouth. You sigh in ecstasy at the flavor on your tongue. It’s been a long time since you’ve had anything remotely resembling a piece of candy. Your mouth even cramps up at the feeling of how sour the sucker is to your dulled taste buds, but you revel in it as you continue on into the medicine aisle. 

Once you’ve grabbed what you needed plus a few extra things, you return to the front of the store to wait for the others.

“Daryl?” you call, and he comes out from the back room stealthily toward you. He has a small smile on his lips when he approaches you, reaching for your face. You’re hesitant, unsure what he’s going to do since it’s been clear he doesn’t show affection in front of the group back at the prison–you had both kept quiet about your frequent rendezvous in the night. You’re not entirely sure where Glenn and Maggie are at the moment, so you let your guard down for his approach.

Daryl is in front of you, and as he passes you to stand on your left, he pulls the sucker from your mouth, sticking it between his teeth while looking you in the eye. You feel blush heat your cheeks and smile back at him, with teasing eyes. Jesus, this man barely has to touch you for you to be immensely turned on by him. He is playing with the candy in his mouth and sucks deeply on it, then returns it to your mouth and puts it between your lips. The sweetness sticks to your lips and you dip your tongue out to taste it again. Daryl’s eyes are dark and he pulls the sucker away, back to his mouth again.

Maggie then clears her throat, and your blush has turned firetruck red as you glance at her and Glenn, whose eyes are wide on you both. They’re approaching from the other end of the store. Daryl plays with the sucker in his mouth to hold it in his cheek, and follows your line of vision and turns towards them. Both Glenn and Maggie look toward each other, and suddenly burst into laughter.

“Guess that cats out of the bag now,” Daryl grumbles at you, turning to head out of the store. Rolling your eyes, you follow him out. Glenn and Maggie don’t stop laughing til the car is entering the prison gates an hour later.

[emeryhiro]

TWD: The Book of Carol - S02 EP4 - Le Paradis Pour Toi

"We took Daryl at a moment where you know he's locked in jail, the whole fight, everything he's fought for... he's lost, he's at his lowest moment like everything is gone... and then boom, the one person in the world that he needs is like right there" - Norman Reedus, NYCC

[chiomuiyakumi]

Daryl Dixion Headcanons

-Very sweet with you, always gentle touches! (not in a weird way).

-He will walk around Alexandria and hold your hand and if anyone mentions it, he will start beef with them.

-You’re the only person he opens up to about his past growing up, it takes a lot for him to get comfortable with anyone really.

-When you go on runs together, he always makes sure to keep a close eye on you and gets upset with you when you’re not in his line of vision.

-He is very protective of you when Negan is around and after he gets back from being tortured by the saviors, he hides you (in the houses or something) when they come around to Alexandria or wherever you are.

-You are the only person he lets touch his hair. You also have to help him wash and brush his hair because it gets very greasy and knotty. 

-When he goes on runs, he always looks for something to give you as a gift like jewelry, food, pins, hair clips, etc. 

-He likes to listen to you talk about your interests or really about anything.

-He teaches you how to use a crossbow and tells you, you look hot with a crossbow.

Ya'll sorry for disappearing for over a week, my writers block got to me.

Masterlist

[psmith73]

Underrated TWD friendships: Daryl & Glenn

[darylsdelts]

Idk but Daryl openly showing fatigue around carol just says a lot for me.

Baby boy was rubbing his eyes and ready for sleepy time

[chandlersfuneral]

stills and gifs of most of the scenes of norman reedus as judas iscariot in lady gaga’s music video for judas

[bambidixon]

He looks so beautiful here, I can't get over how vulnerable he looked, how open he was.

I just want to be there, seeing his pretty face illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, hearing him talk about all the things he’s never said out loud, getting to know the real him away from everyone. Everything—from his silly little anecdotes with his older brother to the fears and regrets he carries with him—so I can tell him I see the good in him, the real him.

[daryl-and-carol-oh-my]

The Walking Dead; Still

[incertaepersonae]

Y/n: wanna hear a joke?

Daryl: nah.

Y/n: c'mon, it's a good joke!

Daryl: 's gonna be somethin' stupid.

Y/n: pretty please!

Daryl: *sigh* shoot.

Y/n: Why did the chicken cross the road?

Daryl: hell nah, I knew it will be somethin' stupid

Y/n: Daryl! Please..

Daryl: ... why?

Y/n: *chuckling* To go to the idiot's house. Knock knock

Daryl: it's the ch..

Y/n: knock, knock!

Daryl: *already contemplating life choices* Who's there?

Y/n: *with the biggest grin on your face* The chicken.

[myastoners]

my nsfw daryl dixon hcs <3 (genderneutral)

- very much more divested in the pleasure of his partner than himself

- if the focus is on him he gets wildly uncomfortable (at first)

- after a while he’ll begrudgingly open up to/accept it

- prefers to be the giver not the receiver

- realllllly good at giving head. eye contact, fingers, hot little grunts - the works

- awkward when on the receiving end of oral but soon gives in

- generally likes things sensual and maybe on the slower side

- loves missionary and riding the most, loves to keep on with that intense eye contact of his

- thicker, slightly clumsier fingers - endearing

- big fan of cradling faces, touching foreheads, feeling pulses

- dark smoldering look in his eyes when he’s turned on , looking his partner up and down with silent, simmering want

- sounds range from soft breathy grunts to low sensual growls to barely contained self-conscious whimpers

- breathes like he’s never tasted oxygen before in his life

- consistent checking in, making sure partner is comfortable

- (even if that comes at the price of his own comfort, that doesn’t matter as much to him)

- i would say he has a fairly average - slightly above average dick, decently girthy, uncut

- full bush obvs it’s the apocalypse ain’t nobody got time for shaving….

- hesitant abt his scars being looked at/paid attention to/touched but again, will eventually ease into being comfortable with it and finding it really intimate and pleasant

- good at doing that thing where he teases at partner’s dick head/clit/etc while fucking them to push them the extra mile and over the brink to orgasm

- in missionary, loves to bracket arms around partner/feel their arms and legs wind around his body

- while being ridden, loves to grip tightly to partner’s hips/waist area or run his hands up and down their body

- rough, calloused hands with dirty and bitten nails and hairs sprouting on the backs of the knuckles - in some places, when needed, soft and supple as old leather

- if daryl’s the one getting fucked, he tends to prefer doggy so he doesn’t have to look anyone in the eye

- obedient in the sense that you don’t have to ask/tell him to do things, he’s already doing them. not obedient in the sense that he wants to be ordered around like a dog

- molds to whatever his partner is doing; takes it dutifully or allows himself to unwind ever so slightly and maybe ask for certain things that he might like

- hands might tighten on partner a little too much when he cums, but as soon as he realizes it he’s loosening his hold

- loves pulling out and finishing on partner’s stomach

- usually will sit in a post-orgasmic haze for a minute or two after he cums

- loves a creampie, but only if he knows it’s safe…

- if it’s especially intimate/passionate/intense, he may cry. burrow closer into partner’s side, lean head on their chest to feel their heartbeat, etc

- slow, open kisses on the throat…nuzzling noses together…keeping partner close as he can for as long as he can

- this boy just really loves his aftercare <3

[kookiekult]

I think a hug from him would cure me of all my ailments physically and mentally