#soft kitty warm kitty

[walkingtalkingsomething]

feet kicking softness 🥰

thinking about daryl dixon drunk. not that angry, selfish drunk that’s loud and messy. the one where he’s sloppy with his words, quiet and shy. the kind of drunk where he wants to cuddle but is so scared to let you give that to him, so he just leans his head on your shoulder and hopes you’ll follow along.

“sorry i yelled at ya,” he’d mumble, despite you saying 500 times that it was okay.

he’d lean into you as you stroked his greasy hair, relishing in the sensation. he wouldn’t ever admit it, vehemently deny it later, but you saw it. the soft version of daryl, the one who would love a kiss goodnight, the fragile child underneath all that stoicism.

drunk daryl wouldn’t even recognize how drunk he was, still grasping for the bottle. he’d complain when you told him no, whining like a kid. “not that drunk,” he’d protest.

“you’re wasted,” you’d respond, only for him to scoff.

tuck him into bed, and he’s gone. daryl doesn’t want to be babied, treated like he can’t do it himself—but god, if it didn’t feel good to be loved so gently.

you might even get a small “i luh you” from him, if he’s drunk enough.

[tasteleeknow]

I think all the time about how when Minho speaks Korean his voice is all: 🖤🔥❤️🥵⛓️

But when he speaks English his voice sounds: 🩷😍🐱🌸✨

(This is not me infantilizing him this is just an observation I've had)

i think the difference in the two voices is actually bc of the way he treats different people differently (eg. always soft with felix).

he uses the soft voice in korean pretty often too, we just mostly hear english in the soft voice bc he uses english mainly when hes talking to fans. when he uses english when hes talking to changbin for example, not so soft.

i think the soft english is bc hes being soft with fans rather than like bc of the english, if that makes sense.

anyway !!! in this essay i will

[lightvsdark18]

Yuu holding Grim: "This is my kitty cat, this is his kitty fat. It goes tap, tap, tap."

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[whatswrongwithsweaters]

We love you Silly Goose

I follow this lady on instagram who rescues cats, and i have been thinking about this video for literal months. behold the transformation of this wretched little beast

(x)

[paruhnormauls-cat]

belly toast'n ≽^•⩊•^≼

[walkingtalkingsomething]

🥰🥰😍😍😍🥰🥰😍😍🥰🥰🥰😍😍🥰🥰

Love Notes

Despite being together with you, Daryl would still find it hard to express his feelings. He knew how he felt about you, but not how to say it so that you knew.

Sure he showed you he loved you in anyway he could but words were lost on him, until he found a book while out scavenging. The title read: every day, i’ll love you.

He sat in the faux-leather brown chair, opening the book to a random page. He leaned back, resting a foot over a his knee and almost forgetting where he was.

He tore the page out and folded it up but shoved the book into his bag.

When he came back to you, he felt awkward, like a kid having a crush on a girl for the first time, as he handed the paper to you. Before you could ask him anything, he left, with a poor excuse to go talk to Rick about something.

The paper was slightly yellow, you could tell it was from a book. You assumed a notebook, that Daryl had written something only for your eyes.

Confused, you open it only to find something that made your eyes sting. You looked up but Daryl was gone and no one was paying you the slightest bit of attention.

The note said:

You managed to track Daryl down a little later on.

“Hey.” You tapped him on the shoulder, soft smile on your face and the words of the page in your mind.

Daryl turned to you and smiled when you kissed his cheek. “Hey.”

You leaned in and whispered, “Thanks for the note. But I’m the lucky one.”

“Nah. Yer not.” He turned to fully face you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifted you up, kissing your smile.

[starmocha]

......are you sure about that, Sylus?

[naffeclipse]

Forgive me for I am about to ask the ultimate question....

How will tigertaur!Eclipse act when presented with catnip?

He'd get very mellow and relaxed, just zonked. He would also be terribly cuddly so I wouldn't be within reach if he's on the stuff. His words would get slurred while he's fawning over you and licking your hair until it's sticking in all kinds of directions. It would be a bit of a love overdose from Eclipse. His only regret is that catnip doesn't have the same effect on you.

[walkingtalkingsomething]

noooo, these babies need to be protected at all costs 😭 just let them live peacefully in their little love bubble

Snitches Get Stitches | Young!Daryl Dixon x Young!Fem!Reader

Summary: Things were going great between you and your boyfriend. You adored each other and everyone in the trailer park could see how perfect you were for one another. Well, almost everyone. Daryl's brother and father seemed to feel otherwise.

Genre: Fluff, Angst.

Era: Pre outbreak.

Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams universe.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual comments, Merle being an asshole, Daryl's father is a warning himself, abuse.

Word count: 2.2k

Requested by anon.

A/n: I created a little universe :) I didn't think people would like my young!Daryl stories so much, so thank you! I'm gonna start labeling my young!Daryl fics SSHD if it's part of that universe.

As always, my requests are open for any TWD requests, as well as Scud Frohmeyer requests.

—

It was late in the afternoon. The people in the trailer park were beginning to prepare to settle down for the night. Parents were calling their kids inside and people were returning from their jobs. However, beyond the trailer park and in the woods that surrounded it, you and Daryl were seated on the ground, basking in the peacefulness of the wilderness.

“Okay... I spy with my little eye, something blue.”

Daryl hummed and scanned his surroundings. “Tha' flower?” he guessed, nodding towards the flowers in front of you.

“Nope,” you shook your head with a grin.

“The berries?” he guessed again, pointing towards the bush holding the aforementioned berries.

“Try again,” you said with a smile, leaning your head against his shoulder.

Daryl wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer and tighter against his side. He rested his chin on top of your head. “The sky?”

“No.”

“Then wha' s'it?” he asked.

“Your eyes,” you whispered, leaning up to press a kiss against his jaw.

Daryl faked an annoyed groan, but the small smile on his face betrayed his true emotions. “Tha' ain't fair. I can't see my own eyes.”

“It still counts,” you shrugged.

“Whatever ya say, sunshine,” Daryl replied with a roll of his eyes, an affectionate smile on his face. “S'my turn now, righ'?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Alrigh', then. I spy somethin' beautiful,” he said, placing a kiss to the side of your head.

You smiled at him. “Don't use my methods against me, Dixon. Is it me?”

“Ain't anythin' more beautiful here. 'Course it's ya.”

“You're cheesy, Dar,” you giggled, nuzzling your face into his shoulder.

Daryl smiled softly at the action, his heart fluttering in his chest. He placed a kiss on top of your head. “Only fer ya, pretty girl.”

You laughed softly before focusing on the flower Daryl pointed to a few moments prior. You withdrew from his hold and got up, picking it from the ground before sitting down in front of your boyfriend. You held the flower up to his face and smiled.

“It matches your eyes,” you said softly, your eyes flickering between the flower and Daryl. “But your eyes are still more beautiful.”

Daryl ducked his head as a blush spread over his cheeks. You smiled and reached to cup his cheek in your hand, gently urging him to look at you. His eyes met yours, and time stopped for a moment. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, before he acted on his urge and leaned in to kiss you fervently.

You instantly reciprocated, deepening the kiss. Daryl's hand came to the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair as he pulled you closer. The two of you were lost in the moment, and the kiss would've gone on forever, had it not been for the fact that air was still a priority.

You pulled away first. You leaned your forehead against his and smiled, your breathing heavy from your previous actions. Daryl's hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb softly caressing the skin. However, the sweet, tender moment was interrupted when the two of you heard a rustle in the grass behind you.

Startled, you turned around in the direction of the sound, your eyes scanning your surroundings nervously. However, Daryl only placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, turning your attention back to him.

“Dun' worry. S'jus' a squirrel,” Daryl assured you, pointing up at a tree where a squirrel was seated, curiously watching the two of you.

You sighed in relief. “Sorry. I don't know why I'm so jumpy. It's not like it's the first time we've come out here.”

Daryl shook his head in dismissal. “S'alrigh'. Ya dun' have to explain yerself to me,” he reassured you, before getting up and offering his hand to you. “C'mon, tha' was probably a sign we should be headin' back. S'gettin' late.”

You took his hand and allowed him to pull you up. You interlaced your fingers and together the two of you made the short journey back to the trailer park. Sooner than you would've liked, you and Daryl were stood in front of your trailer. You turned to face him and gently cupped his cheek, your eyes filled with worry.

“My offer still stands, by the way. You can stay over. My mom won't mind,” you told him.

Daryl shook his head. He brought his hand up to grab your hand that rested on his cheek, kissing the back of your hand before letting it go.

“Nah, s'alrigh'. I've been stayin' over a lot recently. My old man's gettin' suspicious, and I dun' need him findin' out 'bout us. I dun' wanna risk the chance tha' he might hurt ya,” he replied, pursing his lips.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile and nodded, your heart beating faster in worry at the thought of Daryl having to return home to that sad excuse of a father. The two of you had been together for a good number of months and you had yet to officially meet William Dixon, and you doubted that you ever would—and that was okay by you. You doubted if you could have a civil conversation with the man who hurt the guy you loved so badly, so Daryl's apprehension of you meeting his father was more than alright by you.

“Okay. Try to be safe, alright?” you responded, taking a step towards him. “I love you.”

Daryl smiled softly and leaned in to place a sweet, tender kiss on your lips. “I love ya, too,” he said when he pulled back, caressing your cheek softly one more time before turning around and slowly walking back towards his trailer home. You glanced at his back one more time before descending up the trailer steps and into your home, shutting the door behind you.

Unbeknownst to you or Daryl, the older Dixon brother had come to ask his younger brother's assistance in one of his escapades. He had waited on one of the benches in the trailer park for Daryl to make himself known, knowing that he made himself scarce from home during the day and only returned later in the day. But Merle was extremely surprised when he saw Daryl walk you back to your home, and even more surprised that the two of you had exchanged a kiss.

Merle hopped up from the bench and onto his motorcycle, speeding off into town to find a payphone. Merle wanted to confront his brother about you, but there was no way in hell that he was going to enter that godforsaken trailer ever again. A phonecall would have to do.

—

In the Dixons' trailer, the loud ringing from the phone interrupted the tense silence. Daryl, not wanting the phone to wake up his drunk and passed out father, quickly sprung up from his bed and darted out of his room and into the narrow hallway to answer the phone.

“Hello?” he whispered into the phone, his eyes nervously darting to his father that was passed out on the couch in front of the television.

“Hey there, Darylina. Mighty glad it was ya tha' answered.”

Daryl's jaw clenched at the sound of Merle's voice. “Merle,” he angrily grumbled into the phone, his hand gripping the cord of the phone. “Wha' the hell do ya want?”

Merle's laughter could be heard from the other line. “Now tha' ain't no way to talk to yer big brother, boy. Have a tad more respect, why dun' ya, huh?”

“Wha' do ya want?” Daryl repeated in frustration.

“Jus' thought I'd tell ya tha' I swung by earlier. I waited my whole life away waitin' fer ya to get back. Got quite the show when ya did.”

“Wha' the hell are ya talkin' 'bout?” Daryl inquired, confusion evident in his voice.

“Saw ya kissin' tha' girl. 'M proud of ya! Ya finally grew some balls and got yerself some pussy.”

Daryl could feel his blood run cold. His heart stopped beating for a moment and his eyes widened in shock. Merle had seen him with you. He was going to make your life a living hell now, more so than when you were just Daryl's friend.

“Cat got yer tongue, Darylina? Dun' go all quiet on me now, boy. Now tell me, is tha' pretty face any good in bed? She looks the type tha' knows wha' she's doin'. Probably fucked every guy in tha' trailer park fer all ya know, and yer jus' another one on her long list,” Merle taunted, a cruel laugh escaping his lips.

Daryl felt his blood boil. “Dun' talk 'bout her like tha'! She ain't some piece of meat or an object, so dun' objectify her. She ain't like those women ya fool 'round with when yer high or drunk. And she's so much more than jus' a pretty face. She's smart, kind, funny and she actually cares 'bout me. She's everythin' those women ya fuck ain't, and it clearly shows.”

Merle whistled on the other end of the phone. “Wha', yer tellin' me ya actually care 'bout her? Tha' this ain't some hit and run?”

“No!” Daryl exclaimed.

“I bet Dad doesn't know 'bout her, huh? Wha' would ya do if I told on ya, baby brother?”

“Fuck off, Merle. Go to hell,” Daryl responded before hanging up, his fists clenched in anger at his older brother. Never before had Daryl been so angered by Merle that he had wanted to punch him, but he had crossed a line. He brought you, Daryl's girl, into it. That was unacceptable.

“Ya done now, boy?”

Daryl froze in place. He slowly turned around and came face to face with his father, the man having an unreadable expression on his face. Daryl cowered instantly, his eyes darting to the ground to avoid his father's piercing stare.

His father looked at him before shaking his head, a wicked chuckle escaping his lips. Daryl shut his eyes in anticipation, knowing that the first blow to his face would come soon enough.

“Ya got yerself a girl?” he asked, taking a step towards Daryl.

Daryl instinctively took a step back. “No, sir,” he said quietly, refusing to look his father in the eyes.

Then it happened. William Dixon's fist connected with his son's face, sending Daryl reeling backwards. Daryl quickly regained his footing, his face already throbbing in pain, but he knew better than to show it. His father would only hit him harder if he did.

“Dun' lie to me, boy. Ya think 'm deaf?”

“I ain't lyin', sir,” Daryl responded. “I ain't got a girl.”

His father hummed. “Jus' someone yer screwin', then? Someone yer tryin' to knock up?”

Daryl shook his head. “No.”

That was met with another blow to the face. Every question his father asked him that could potentially reveal who you were was met with refusal and denial, which inevitably lead to another beating. Daryl's father soon grew tired, the alcohol in his system taking its toll on him. He flopped back onto the couch, soon passing out again.

Daryl's body hurt all over. He was certain that there would be prominent bruises all over his body the next day and the cuts on his face stung, blood oozing out of them. When he was sure that his father was passed out again, he quietly left the trailer and walked over to yours.

He walked to the back of your trailer to where he knew your bedroom's window was. He quietly knocked on your window, hoping that you weren't asleep yet. He was relieved when he saw your lamp flick on and heard your footsteps approach your window.

You opened your curtains and saw Daryl outside, blood trickling down his face. You gasped and opened your window, helping Daryl climb inside. You gently ushered him over to your bed and urged him to sit down, heading to grab the first aid kit from the bathroom.

As Daryl watched you return and start to clean up his wounds, not pressing him to tell you immediately what happened, he knew that he made the right choice. He'd take a thousand beatings if it meant keeping you safe. You were his sunshine, and he'd do anything to protect you.

Even if it meant getting hit by his father to ensure you remained anonymous.

[ryan-wats]

Lazy Sunday vibes. Finn kneads his way into a nap 😴

[bikedecorations]

Kitty Cat Bike Decorations also fit wheelchair spokes!

[tiliona]

cozy 🌻

[walkingtalkingsomething]

it's such a a warm, snuggly blanket ���💙

If requests are open, how about prison era reader and Daryl tiptoeing around one another? Like they’re always stealing glances at one another and blushing when they’re caught etc. Reader loves to draw and read, so Daryl is always on the lookout for books and art materials when he’s on supply runs. He’s super awkward about giving her the gifts when he’s back, stuttering through how he thought she’d like it. And maybe one time he comes to her room to drop stuff off but she’s not there, and as he leaves the books he notices her sketchbook open to a drawing of him, and that’s the boost he needs to finally admit?

Loving You Is Easy

daryl x gn!reader, prison era

It starts with lingering stares and accidental brushes against each other. You didn't think much of it from his end; you were significantly younger, and in the short time you'd known Daryl, he never seemed eager to emotionally connect to anyone—let alone romantically. But you couldn't help reading into those lingering looks and the extra attention he seemed to give you. You'd fantasise about him, alone in your tent at the farm, and eventually in your prison cell, too. The tension had only continued to build for months while on the road, even while being preoccupied with survival.

Coincidentally, you both took on the role as providers. Daryl hunted as usual, and you learnt how to forage on top of obsessively making sure everyone was hydrated enough. It wasn't until someone made a passing joke about how you were like the group's parents, that you noticed. and then you couldn't get it out of your mind.

The prison offered a well deserved, and much needed, respite from the months spent living on the run. For the first time since the start of it all, you felt like you could actually let your guard down. Although the upgraded safety meant there weren't as many opportunities for Daryl to hover with the excuse of keeping you safe, the attraction between you only continued to bloom.

One afternoon, to your surprise, you return from the showers to find a small sketchbook on your bed. Nothing directly indicated it was Daryl, but you just knew. The book was beautiful, bound with rustic, thick leather and blank pages. You had only mentioned your passion for drawing in passing, wishing for nothing more than to have the opportunity to paint again. The thought of him not only remembering, but seeking out something for you, thinking of you—it makes your heart swell.

You tell him as much, sitting side by side on the watchtower, grateful to finally get some alone time with him after a busy day. The sketchbook sits in your lap as you observe Daryl lighting up a cigarette beside you with a warm smile. He takes a long drag before looking back with those soft eyes you love.

“Thank you, seriously. It's sweet of you,” you say as your fingers fidget with the worn leather. He shrugs modestly, as you knew he would. The warm light from the setting sun casts a distractingly beautiful glow on his features, and you find yourself staring shamelessly as he speaks.

“Found some paints too, didn't have ‘nough room to bring' em back though. Didn't even know if it was the ones ya like.” Your smile widens at his thoughtfulness.

“This is enough, really. I don't mind. I didn't think I'd have the chance to draw again, let alone paint.” Your voice fades off as you lean closer to him, seeking more—his touch, his warmth, anything he's willing to give.

Right as the sun dips below the horizon, you gently rest your palm in his, watching as his fingers spread without hesitation to intertwine with yours.

[spacemilkbag]

[wikitpowers]

but what if kit was wrapping ty in a pride blanket WHAT THEN?????? like sorry but that would be so fucking adorable like my heart????? :( 🏳️‍🌈

(last pic is how kit makes use of said blanket btw)