#tattoo artist Daryl Dixon

[sinsandsweetness]

to jump off tatted Daryl.. pre apocalypse tattoo artist Daryl

“Is that ok?” The artists blue eyes glance up at you.

You take a look in the mirror he’s holding. The reflection shows a purple stencil on your hipbone. A dainty little rose, right above your panty line.

You nod, “looks great.”

“Alright,” He turns on his stool and shuffles around with something plastic on the counter behind him before wheeling back over and settling in his seat. One arm leaned against the leather cushion beside you, and his other arm rests over your legs, bent to hold the tattoo gun in place.

“Ready?” He confirms once more before starting the machine. The buzzing sound fills the small cubicle and masks your heavy breathing.

Your breath hitches when the needle pierces your skin. Though quickly you realize it’s much less painful than you expected. It’s more of a scratching than a stabbing.

You don’t pay too much attention to the pain though. You’re a little distracted by the incredibly attractive man that’s hand is splayed on your lower belly.

His biceps are bulging. And you’re having a real hard time trying not to stare. Though you bet he wouldn’t notice anyway. Too focused on the line work of the tiny tattoo you dropped in for. Tongue between his teeth and a focused scowl creating two nearly symmetrical lines inbetween his eyebrows.

“Alright,” He turns the gun off and puts it aside. He wipes a damp piece of paper towel over the fresh ink, cleaning it off. “You’re all done.”

“Really? That was quick.” You sound disappointed. You were. The spot where his hand was a moment ago, now cold and begging for more attention. You almost want to kick yourself for it.

“Doesn’t take long for something that small.” He cracks a bit of a smirk. Maybe he noticed.

“Do you have time for another?”

He smiles fully at that. “Where were you thinkin’?” He asks peeling off his gloves and tossing them in the bin. Grabbing the tablet and placing it on his lap. Ready to draw up another design.

“Uh, right… right here?” You lift your shirt, almost up to your breast. Showing him the spot along your ribs that you’d been wanting tattooed forever.

He reaches out and swipes a calloused thumb over the area. You almost shiver. Knuckles now tightly gripping at the hem of your tee.

“Okay. So what do you want?” He leans back with a devious little grin while you try to come up with something that’ll hopefully take a lot longer then a little rose.

[myhappylittlesideblog]

OH I LOVE it!!! All the pet names and “c’mon over cutie” and how gentle he is and quiet compared to Merle and the PHONE MOMENT OMG this was so so great. And the phone number part omg. So smooth. Love this!

Hunters Ink

Tattoo artist!Daryl Dixon x Reader

One tattoo leads to many more when you fall head over heels with the artist.

You made your way into the shop, quickly engulfed in old rock music and the buzz of machines. The place was packed.

An older bald man welcomed you, a bright smile on his face after he had notified his client. "What can I help ya with, sweetheart?"

You stumbled over your words, unsure how to go about things. "I'd like to get a tattoo."

The man gave you a soft laugh. "Well tha's a given, why else walk into our shop, huh? Now, you got a picture withya, or do ya need sum time to look around fer inspiration?" He motioned around and pointed at the walls adorned with designs.

"I brought something" You fished in your bag for the piece of paper that held the print of a dog's paw.

The man took in the print and called someone else over.

"Daryl! C'mere, this one's yer business." When he turned back to you his voice went softer. "Mah brother does what ya want, my style ain't good fer the lil' details. He'll take over, yeah?"

He handed your paper over to his brother, who looked it over. "Where d'ya wan' it?" You went over all the basic details, where, how big and if you had any other tattoos already. You shared the reasons behind the pawprint and got a couple of placement suggestions before deciding you wanted the piece on your lower arm.

The appointment was quickly made and you left with Daryl's artist card and a warm feeling inside.

The day of the appointment came up quick and you made sure to follow the advice you were given. You had a good meal beforehand and brought some sugary sweets and drinks with you.

"C'mon over, cutie. Got yer paw ready for ya." Daryl came to collect you after you hadn't moved when he called you.

"I got the whole day for ya, so we'll go at your pace, yeah?" His gravely voice was so calming, it really helped with the first tattoo nerves.

"Thanks, really appriciate it." You gave him a sweet smile as you watched him cut different sizes of your tattoo and asked for your hand. "Let's see which size looks best."

Daryl held the guessed sizes to the chosen spot on your arm. "I think the second one?" He took it and held it to your arm once again at your decision and after taking it in you decided it was good.

"Aight, go sit and I'll get it ready for ya." You followed his every move as he talked through the whole stencil making process and came back to you.

With minimal peach fuzz removal and proper cleaning the stencil was on your arm and you were admiring the idea of what it would look like when it was done.

You were ready to go.

Daryl's touches were featherlight, so precise and focused you were almost scared to speak from the moment he held tour wrist to place your arm on the stand beside the chair.

"M'gonna start, do a lil' line ta see how ya handle it." He rubbed something on the stenciled skin and moved the buzzing, inked up machine to your skin, keeping and eye on you as well but you barely gave a kick when he drew the first line.

Daryl gave you a proud smile and went to work. "Ya can ask ta tap out anytime, need ta keep ya as comforable as possible."

You watched his hands work your skin. The way the muscles in his arms tensed at every precise movement and the way his hair was tied back for the work was hypnotising to see. The outline was done before you knew it with how distracted you were by his own large collection of ink.

"How'r ya holdin' up? S'not so bad ain't it?" He came back with a glass of soda for you to give you both a little break.

You admired your arm, the skin all red from the scraping but it didn't hurt that bad. "I'm good." You started, giving yourself a moment to form a sentence. "You're so.. so much softer than you look?" God what were you saying? That was nowhere near a compliment.

"Ya thought we're all as loud as Merle? Loud music, loud angry mouth?" You shyly nodded as his correct assumption. He was being so sweet to you, making sure you were still good every few moments and it warmed your heart to know such kind people were still around. You just didn't think they looked like that.

With the way his heavy boots stomped through the room and the chains on his pants jingled with each step you'd expected short, snappy answers and the all black attire didn't feel welcoming at all before.

But now as you stared at him while he was answering a phone call you couldn't help but let your mind wander off.

You were mesmerised with the ink covering his throat, the wings that followed the natural lines of his body almost perfectly, and every other piece that disappeared into the neckline of his shirt. Even the nude lady laying over the top end of a knife on his lower arm was pretty to you, and you never though the silouhette of roadkill would hold your attention like it did.

"Didn't your mama ever teach ya it's rude ta stare?" You were so deep in thought you hadn't heard the door bell jingle when Merle came waltzing in. His voice pulled you from your daydreaming so fast you got embarrassed. With your head ducked down you glanced over at Daryl who was still on the phone, but he did look back at you with a smile and winked at you. He flipped off his brother with his free hand and went back to writing on a scrap piece of paper and ending the call.

"Ya see me on the phone from outside the window and ya still come in like tha'?"

Merle only laughed and went over to his station to set up for the day. Their back and forth bickering kept up for a bit but it didn't bother you with Daryl smiling through all of his comebacks.

"Darlene, when will ya learn it's still mah own shop, so I can do whatever the hell I want." Merle was at the printer, reading his client's designs while Daryl wiped the excess ink off your skin. "Your shop? Aight how 'bout ya start doin' all the supply orders too, then. Watch ya run outta paper towels halfway into a client's piece."

Merle only yammered some insult in return and went back to working in silence.

Now that his brother was finally quiet again Daryl could continue working without interuptions, having constatly removed the machine from your skin as he replied to the conversation.

A couple of times you thought he was done when he went to move away, but eaxh time it was small top ups and detailing, making sure all the small lines of fur were copied over from the stamped pawprint of your dearest friend were copied over onto your body.

"Ya still like me after today?" He was cleaning up his station while you were admiring his work in the mirror and saw him smile at you in a way that had your stomach do a flip in the best way, already thinking up a next piece so you could come back.

"Ofcourse I still like you! You got me exactly what I wanted, thankyou." You were back at his station, letting him clean your arm for the last time with his gentle touches, but not without a soft "Sorry." before wiping away the excess fluids and wrapping it up for you.

"I'll give ya this, tells ya how ta care fer new ink. And this, on the house." You accepted the paper and aftercare creme and made your payment before you shared goodbyes and you went on your way.

As planned you came back to the shop four weeks later to show the healed piece, not needing any touch ups and getting compliments on taking good care of it.

Instead of heading out immedately you stuck around, looking at the walls until Daryl's voice caught your attention. "Ya wanna ask somethin'?"

You looked at him before averting your gaze again, somehow feeling it was wrong to already ask for a new tattoo. You heard Daryl chuckle. "Ya want somethin' new, dontcha? Tell me whatya got in mind."

He had stopped to lean over the front counter and gave you a knowing smile. "Ya were starin' at the animals, want one o'them?" He looked over and pointed at the frame that held a part of his flash designs and you carefully mentioned liking the rabbit, but not the overall dark theme of the collection.

"Lemme draw ya a pretty bunny and i'll send ya the picture, 'kay?" You immediately loved the idea. The way Daryl's animal desings held so much emotion had you excited he was designing one just for you. "Yeah, that would be amazing. A softer, maybe less dead bunny." You smiled whe he slid over a piece of paper that held your info he copied from your previous appointment, but the phone number section still open. "Fill tha' in for me? Fer the books."

Maybe it wasn't the smoothest way to ask for your number, but he had it now along with a reason to text you.

Not long after you got your bunny, then came some flowers added around it and eventually you were getting custom pieces drawn by Daryl every time you had some money to spend.

Ofcourse it wasn't all you. Daryl had figured out where you worked and made sure to leave you very generous tips to add to your tattoo funds, just so Merle wouldn't figure out you weren't paying full price anymore now that you were getting so close.

"No way he just left you that much--" your work bestie squinted at you as your gaze followed Daryl out the door after he had paid way too much and headed out. "Is he your boyfriend?" You looked at her with a frown and swatted her arm. "Shut up, oh my god we're just friends.."

The truth was, you were both too scared to ask the other out, so seeing each other at the shop and the lunch place was what kept you both close for now.

A/N: This took so much longer than I planned, I hope the hype for this one hasn't left yet!!

[victoria-grimesss]

Victoria-Grimesss Masterlist

🌿 = NSFW 🪴 = SFW ~ REQUESTS OPEN ~

little list of answers <- what I will and will not write :)

some things may be nsfw or 18+ minors do not interact

CALL OF DUTY

🌿Tear You Apart - König (unfinished)

König meets the new recruit from the states and he's dark, somewhat jealous but allll hers, watch them navigate their new relationship.

-swf-> Part 1 -nsfw-> Part 2 -nsfw-> Part 3 -nsfw-> Part 4 -nsfw-> Part 5 -sfw-> Part 6 -nsfw-> Part 7

🌿Locked on Target - Simon "Ghost" Riley

You've worked alongside the 141 for a year now and your festering infatuation with the infamous Ghost is slowly eating you alive, pushed to confess by none other than Soap will Ghost leave you in the dust of rejection or swallow you whole?

🌿Nightmare - Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon suffers from a bad nightmare, he draws you close to avoid you from slipping away.

🪴Call the Doctor, I'm in Love - Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

Soap has a big ol' crush on you, the 141 and base medic, he’s not sneaky or quiet about it. Here are the many times he has drooled over you and the one time you said yes.

🌿Soap with Secretary girlfriend

🌿Ghost & König with secretary girlfriend

🌿Knight!Ghost x Princess!Reader

🌿Knight!Ghost x Princess!Reader Drabble (NEW)

🌿Captain Price Headcanons

🌿Ghost Headcanons

🪴Soap and Gaz Battle Buddy Headcanons

🪴141 & Konig with Tall!Fem Reader

🪴141 x Reader with a Medusa Tattoo

BAULDERS GATE 3

🪴Astarion Headcanons

🌿(Astarion, Gale, Wyll, & Halsin) overhears fem!s/o saying their name

🌿(Zevlor, Dammon, & Rolan) overhears fem!s/o saying their name

🪴(Astarion & Gale) finding out fem!s/o has self harm scars. TW!

🪴Tav can't read a map

🪴Halsin & Astarion with a Plus-Size Reader

TWD

🌿Daryl Dixon Headcanons

DC

🪴Gotham Under the Lights - Bruce Wayne/Batman

As a starving artist, you are constantly drawing your hometown of Gotham, especially at night, and as of recently you’ve become enamored by getting a look at the infamous Batman so he can be your latest creation.

[faun-the-fawn77]

ꜰᴀᴜɴ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ🌲🦌

💚Masterlist Here!

💚Commission Info Here

💚Request/Taglist Info Here

💚Artwork!

Boundaries for what I will and will not write!

Will Do:

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Hurt/comfort

Sometimes dabble in SH/sewerslide

Character x reader

Character x OC

Will try to write for all genders

Pregnancy

Won't Do:

SA/Rape

Pedophilia

Scat/piss kink

Abuse

Threesomes(It just confuses me honestly)

Honestly just the most horrid things you could think of and I won't do

Fandoms That I Write For:

✞Hazbin Hotel✞

-Alastor

-Lucifer

-Adam

-Angel Dust

-Husk

-Vox

☠︎︎Helluva Boss☠︎︎

-Stolas

-Striker

-Blitzo

-Loona

-Fizzarolli

𓆸Harry Potter𓆸

-Draco Malfoy

-James Potter

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Tom Riddle

✿LOTR/The Hobbit✿

-Legolas

-Thranduil

-Thorin

꧁Jujutsu Kaisen꧂

-Gojo Satoru

-Geto Suguru

-Toji Fushiguro

-Sukuna Ryoumen

✵Stranger Things✵

-Eddie Munson

-Steve Harrington

-Robin Buckley

-Billy Hargrove

𓆩𓆪Supernatural𓆩𓆪

-Dean Winchester

-Castiel

-Sam Winchester

-Gabriel

❦The Walking Dead❦

-Daryl Dixon

-Rick Grimes

-Negan Smith

⚔︎Demon Slayor⚔︎

-Rengoku Kyojuro

-Shinazugawa Sanemi

-Uzui Tengen

✧My Hero Academia✧

-Aizawa Shouta

-Dabi/Todoroki Touya

-Todoroki Shouto

-Bakugou Katsuki

-Hawks/Keigo Takami

֎MISC֎

-Zuko(ATLA)

-Joel Miller(TLOU)

-Buggy(OPLA)

-Leon Kennedy

-Jake Seresin

-Bradley Bradshaw

-Soldier Boy(The Boys)

About Me:

My name is Faun:) pronounced like the baby deer.

I'm in my early 20's

I'm a self taught artist!

I live in Alaska! Fun fact: It's a place that one of the brothers from Brother Bear was named after

My fav colours are cerulean blue and moss green

I have a black cat and his name is Enoki!

My fav food is halibut!

Boba is my go-to drink

I'm in a lot of fandoms(might write for them in the future)

I have seven piercings which are all on my head and four tattoos!

I love to go fishing!

I dye my hair a lot! And I wear the same 5 rings:)

I'm sensitive to hurtful words but I'm working on that

I'm bipolar:)

Please be respectful towards me and those who send in asks! I want this community to be kind and to encourage others!💚

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

MULTIMUSE QUESTIONAIRE

RULES: Answer the questions with the Muses that would best fit the answers. Bonus if you give details why. If tagged, copy and paste into a new post – DO NOT REBLOG!

1) Rank your softest Muse and your toughest Muse. (Personality-wise) - I'm going to answer this from softest to toughest muse. I'm not going to use numbers or anything such as that. I'll list them in that order from soft to tough and then everyone in between. Softest to toughest: Beth Greene, Charley Eaton, Sophia Peletier, Andrea Harrison, Daryl Dixon, Carol Peletier, Rick Grimes, and Shane Walsh.

2) Which Muse would blow through $1000 quickly? - Probably Andrea Harrison.

3) Do any of them have nicknames? Is there a meaning behind them? - Andrea - no. Beth - Doodlebug is what Hershel called her when she was little because she was always doodling and writing songs on whatever scratch piece of paper she could find. Carol - no. Charles/Charlotte - Charley. They just like the way it sounds better than their full first name. Daryl - no. Rick - Deputy because of his job as a King County Sheriff's Deputy. and Cowbow because he's always wearing boots. Shane - Deputy for the same reason as Rick. Sophia - Soph because it's the shortened version of her name. Blue Eyes because her eyes are blue. Anyone rarely calls her this.

4) Are any of them up-to-speed on the latest trends? Anyone more old school? - I don't think trends matter in an apocalypse so they're probably all behind on trends.

5) Who has the best relationship with their siblings? - Andrea had a strained relationship with her younger sister. They were beginning to patch that up with the Outbreak hit. Beth has/had an amazing relationship with her siblings. They all got along great. Carol didn't have any siblings. Charley had/has a brother. They were/are close. Daryl has Merle, and their relationship is strained and complicated. Rick doesn't have any siblings. Shane doesn't have any siblings. Sophia doesn't have any siblings.

6) Karaoke night! Who is likely to grab the mic first and bust out a tune? - Beth Greene.

7) Who is least likely to enter a beauty pageant/model? - Daryl Dixon.

8) If your Muses visited a haunted house where actors scare you, who would panic and who would be unfazed? - Sophia would be the one panicking. Shane and Daryl would be tied for the ones who are unfazed by attempting to be scared.

9) Are any of your Muses particular about taking certain modes of transportation? - None of them have any specifics about which mode of transportation gets them where they are going. But Daryl prefers not to ride horseback if it can be prevented.

10) Share a little-known fact about any Muse. - Sophia managed to talk a tattoo artist into piercing her belly button without Carol's permission before she turned eighteen. She decided that since she was capable of killing people, then she was capable and mature enough to make a decision to get a piercing in her own skin.

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[feral4daryl]

ᘡ 𝆹ㅤ⠀꒰⠀about me⠀꒱ ￮⠀ ੭ 𓈒 ˙

hello!! i hope you're doing well 💞💞

- you can call me daphne or daph (which is a pseudonym)

- i'm 19 years old (my birthday is on february 18th)

- i've been in love with the walking dead and daryl dixon since i was 11 years old

- i'm born and raised in brazil, so my mother language is portuguese!

- i can speak english (i guess lol), portuguese and the tiniest bit of korean, but i can read hangul pretty well!

- i loooove drawing and i think i'm pretty good at it!

- i'm a college student majoring in analysis and system development (basically coding and hardware)

- i'm in love with dilfs but I guess that's not a surprise to anybody lol

- my favorite foods and drinks are definitely ice cream, cake and apple juice!

- i have a boyfriend 💞 he's very aware of my obsession for daryl/norman and he even encourages it lol!!

- i have a cat named jessie and a dog named bobby. they're my bestest friends in this entire world!

- i'm a huge kpop fan and an army!! i've been keeping up with bts since 2016

- i'm also a melanie martinez' fan!!

- i have a septum piercing and i plan on getting many more!

- i wanna be a tattoo artist in the future and have tattoos all over my body, i just love that aesthetic

- i'm shy in general but you can talk to me as much as you want, even if we don't know each other! feel free to message me anytime <33

[ravenrose18]

Raven Rose (Backstory and Her Tattoos)

Real Name: Raven Rose

Natural hair color: Black Eye color: Icy Blue Necklace From her love interests before Raven left

Weapon of choice: Crossbow, knives, and pistol

Crushes: Negan or Daryl Dixon

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age at the start: 18 Age currently (Seasons 8 or 9): mid to late 30s

Personality: Quiet, mysterious, cautious of new people, and caring for loved ones and friends.

Hobbies: Singing, Hunting, Riding her motorcycle

Job before the apocalypse: Tattoo Artist

My OC song that represents her is:

Run Little Girl by Chinchilla

(The raven and rose is a tattoo she gets with her love interests)

Depend on rp Negan is an old friend of Raven who saved her from living on the streets. Daryl Dixon is childhood friends with Raven.

Backstory: She was born into a family that just didn't care bout her at all she doesn't know why they even had a kid if they were just going to abuse her, treat her like trash, and most don't act like she's even here. She had a terrible childhood being abused, and getting told that she didn't matter or was worthless she went through school being bullied, and when she had boyfriends they would cheat on her, abuse her, and rape her, once she got to her senior year of high school she dropped out she couldn't handle being bullied and not having any friends. So she spent most of her days learning martial arts, using a crossbow and knives, she needed to learn how to defend herself against anybody, especially her parents, when she got a job at a tattoo parlor she learned to draw and give herself tattoos. When she got enough money and after getting her motorcycle license she got herself a motorcycle very nice motorcycle she took care of this bike with her life she finally felt like she could do whatever with her life, and she was feeling hopeful. But the abuse never stopped she got beaten by my parents, getting burnt by cigarettes, hit in the head with a glass beer bottle, and raped by her father. So she had enough when she turned 17 years old she ran away, grabbed her crossbow, knives, and her backpack, hopped on her motorcycle, and rode away, not realizing the apocalypse had just begun.

A few weeks later When she was out on the streets trying to get back home realizing walkers were walking around, she decided to ride back home, once she got home her parents were so high and drunk not realize the apocalypse was there. She got so angry knowing how they are and how they treated her over the years she couldn't take it anymore so she brought out her knife, and she stabbed them both so much in the chest she didn't want to be a murderer she didn't want to do it but they put her through a living hell so she had to kill them. After stabbing them, however, many times they stopped breathing, and they started to reanimate as walkers. She decided to grab her father's old baseball bat and bashed their heads in until they were unrecognizable She dropped the bloody bat after killing her parents grabbed her things and whatever supplies were in her house put them in the bag and walked out of her house and never looked back not regretting what she did. Now, with her being alone in the apocalypse, she can't trust anybody. Once she got on the road on her motorcycle, she had to stop at a weapon store to grab arrows once she grabbed arrows. Once she got what she needed, a couple of men walked in. She hid behind a counter, hoping they didn't see her. She tried sneaking past them outside, but a walker saw her, and they heard the commotion outside she stabbed the walker. They came outside and grabbed her by my arms as she struggled with her jacket getting yanked off her body. Once they saw her body, they started being rough and touching her. She has been through this situation before. "She has an awesome body man, let's have fun with her, then kill her and take her stuff." one of the men said, and the other man agreed. Since she knew martial arts, she waited for the perfect moment to make a move. She punched them in the throat, backed away from them, and had her knives out, they started charging at her. She ducked and stabbed them both in the dick. After that, they were moaning and groaning in pain. She grabs her crossbow and shoots them both in the head with an arrow. She stared at their bodies realizing she had killed four people but she had to protect herself, she grabbed her jacket from the ground put it back on walked away from the scene got on her motorcycle not look back.

10 years later It's been 10 years since the apocalypse started she has been alone the entire time no groups just herself she hasn't run into other people since the beginning all she ever had interactions with was the walkers'. She lives in the woods she has found houses to stay in just for a short time to rest and get supplies. She was in the woods leaning against a tree in front of a fire. She taught herself how to hunt and track she hunted whatever animal she could get squirrels, rabbits, and even snakes. She was cooking up some squirrels and a rabbit. With being on the road with no shelter, hunting for food, and low on water.

[sviors]

#sviors      :      independent,  selective  and  mutuals  only  writing  blog  for  multiple  canon  &  original  savior  -  esque  muses  taken  from  amc’s  the  walking  dead  and  placed  within  the  cw’s  supernatural  fandom  as  original  characters.    all  characters  have  been  created  around  @unclenegan  &  his  story.    they  are  not  affiliated  with  the  twd  fandom.    tortured  regularly  by  hope.    this  is  a  sideblog  to  @unclenegan    &    all  follow  backs  will  come  from  there.

a  character  exploration  into      →      found  family    /    hunting  monsters    /    scavengers    /    the  only  thing  any  of  you  have  in  common  is  grief    /    bloodshed    /    saving  people.

COMPLETE  MUSE  LIST  UNDER  THE  CUT      :

dante  ojeda,  original,  doctor/surgeon    —    pedro  pascal

former  colleague  of  lucille.    he  worked  at  the  same  hospital  as  her  as  head  of  trauma  surgery.    dante  joined  the  saviors  around  season  four  of  spn;    negan  called  him  out  to  the  sanctuary  to  tend  to  a  seriously  -  wounded  savior.    this  became  a  regular  occurrence  until,  eventually,  dante  opted  to  join  the  saviors,  finding  more  purpose  there.    knows  negan  isn’t  the  same  man  he  used  to  know,  but  feels  responsible  for  him  in  lucille’s  absence.

daryl  dixon,  canon,  soldier    —    norman  reedus

daryl      (    briefly    )      found  himself  a  prisoner  at  the  sanctuary  after  his  brother,  merle,  stole  a  bunch’a  shit  from  the  saviors  during  a  case.    after  seeing  him  fight  in  the  demon  ring,  negan  took  an  instant  shine  and  made  him  an  offer.    he  refused,  but  came  back  three  days  later  after  finding  a  dead  merle  torn  apart  by  a  demon.    he’s  been  one  of  their  best  hunters  ever  since.

dwight,  canon,  lieutenant    —    austin  amelio

dwight  and  his  wife  joined  the  saviors  after  ghouls  murdered  sherry’s  sister.    unfortunately,  sherry  was  later  killed  and  replaced  by  a  shapeshifter,  who  began  to  turn  dwight  against  negan  for  fun.    he  still  got  his  face  burnt  as  punishment  for  being  so  easily  led  against  their  leader  and  has,  rightfully  so,  secretly  plotting  against  their  fearless  leader  ever  since.

regina  (gina)  potter,  original,  vender    —    gina  torres

gina  is  a  retired  veteran  who  lost  her  entire  base  camp  to  a  wendigo  while  serving.    naturally,  nobody  believed  her  and  she  was  instead  honourably  discharged  with  ptsd.    began  investigating  the  supernatural  world,  which  led  her  to  come  across  the  saviors  as  they  looted  a  roadhouse.    gina  is  now  an  outpost  vender,  in  charge  of  distributing  supplies  such  as  weapons  or  food  fairly,    as  well  as  acting  as  a  caretaker  to  the  younger  residents  they  take  in.

kaia  (kai)  nhan,  original,  lieutenant/savior  trainer    —    levy  tran

works  as  a  loyal  lieutenant  as  well  as  training  potential  recruits  to  see  if  they’ve  really  got  what  it  takes  to  become  a  savior.    kai  joined  herself  when  negan  saved  her  from  being  possessed  by  a  demon.    used  to  work  as  a  tattoo  artist  and  still  kinda  does  as  a  side  hustle  whenever  somebody  in  the  gang  wants  some  fresh  ink.

laura,  canon,  lieutenant    —    lindsley  register

laura  is  introduced  in  season  one  of  supernatural  and  is  the  first  person  to  willingly  follow  negan  after  he  saved  her  from  a  monster.    her  sister  sadly  didn’t  survive.    read  more  about  their  origin  here.    she  has  been  loyal  ever  since.    previously  worked  retail  at  a  cinema.

simon,  canon,  negan’s  right-hand  (traitor)    —    steven  ogg

simon  is  introduced  in  season  two  of  supernatural  as  a  ready  -  made  hunter,  already  part  of  a  group  being  guided  by  an  incompetent  leader.    he  helped  laura  and  negan  stage  the  mutiny  that  saw  the  saviors  born.    you  can  read  more  about  their  origin  here.    since  then,  simon  has  began  to  stage  a  second  mutiny;    this  time  against  negan.    this  will  eventually  lead  to  his  demise  at  negan’s  hands.

lydia,  canon,  resident    —    cassady  mcclincy

lydia  is  the  child  of  a  villain  known  as  alpha.  though  her  mom  used  to  be  an  ordinary  woman,  dee  lost  herself  after  surviving  a  possession.    like  nick,  she  became  addicted  to  the  power  that  came  with  being  a  vessel  and  began  seeking  out  that  high  by  allowing  further  temporary  possessions.    each  one  chipped  away  a  piece  of  her  soul  until  there  wasn’t  one  left:    only  a  monster.    negan  put  her  down  and  lydia  is  now  protected  by  the  sanctuary.

reginald  (reggie)  bane,  original,  simon’s  replacement    —    thomas  ian  griffith

promoted  after  the  downfall  of  simon.    reggie  acts  as  head  lieutenant.    martial  artist.    former  us  marine  and  occult  weapon  collector.    recruited  by  the  saviors  when  they  sought  him  out  looking  for  a  particular  ancient  sword  he  was  in  possession  of.    him  and  negan  are,  at  times,  just  as  unhinged  as  each  other,  which  can  work  in  everybody’s  favour  or  no  one’s.

[cole-winchester]

Alright, yall. I need some help

Yes I can draw... but I'm a more realism artist.

Exhibit A:

I need some chibi art. I need some Juice, Tig and Negan chibi art similar to my Daryl that I have....

Cuz obv I want to add them to my sleeve in progress.

Plz help 😭 I can pay you in Fics

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Here you will find the full list of my works for Daryl Dixon and other characters portrayed by Norman Reedus. [Main masterlist]

Requests are OPEN

⬇️ Masterlist under the cut! ⬇️ [My Ao3]

★ indicates smut, 18+ content.

Series

Paintings & Picture frames [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7]

No apocalypse AU. Daryl and reader are studying at the same college and are assigned orientation project parters. [ONGOING, HIATUS]

Wings [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6]

Judith plays matchmaker by stealing your jacket and making it match Daryl’s

Oneshots

Records of forgotten times

Digging through old music brings back sad memories, but also happy talks of the future.

Sinful ★

Father Daryl enjoys some private moments with the not-really nun.

Ruppel

You're chilling on the couch watching your favorite show. Daryl joins you because he wants to learn about your interests.

Shielded (Fantasy AU)

Everyone openly shows and uses their powers, except for Daryl. Until you get hurt.

Bad ideas ★

During a laundry round while home alone you find some ..'used' items of Daryl's to fuck yourself with and now have to work through the concequences.

Girlfriend [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Daryl is in a sucky relationship but doesn't see it at first. Reader helps him see and later shows him how a good partnership works.

Hunters Ink

One tattoo leads to many more when you fall head over heels with the artist.

Creep (modern AU)

Finding an apartment in this new town was easy, but now you needed a job.

Daisy chains

Daryl gets separated after the prison attack. He comes across a home for him and his kid to hole up in. Your home.

Beef

Requested : "Could you do a Daryl x reader where at first he doesn’t like her, and she tries to get to know why hes so mean to her? Maybe he yells at her and then some comfort after?"

Rough times

Requested: Hi! Would you be willing to maybe do a one shot with Daryl x reader in a pre established relationship but the reader is pregnant with a child that doesn't belong to him and she isn't proud of? (non-con if you're comfortable with that) Some angst about the reader being worried he won't love her once he finds out 👀

The fun has just begun

Two men snatch you away for some fun. Before they even get anywhere you and Daryl have turned the tables and have some fun of your own. CW: Torture

Forest Guardian [pt.1] [pt.2]

You plan a week long vacation to a luxury cabin. Luxury is nowhere near what you find.

Not your usual undead Vamp!AU

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

Breakfast ★ Vamp!AU

Locked in a bathroom stall with a hungry vampire was not how you planned to spent your time hiding from a herd.

Drabbles

Period cramp relief

Photographer Daryl

Different kinds of sex w/ Daryl

You needed Daryl for something

"Hey buddy, what are you doing here?"

"Carol gave me some cookies to share!"

Rick and Daryl go out on a run

Old man Daryl

Showing Daryl how beautiful he is ★

Worshipping Daryl's worn body

Daryl read you like a book ★ Vamp!AU

🐺Were!Daryl 🦊Were!Reader

🐺Series🐺

Shared interests [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] ★

Grimes!reader. Your father shares information about the man he considers his brother in support of your interests. Those interests take a different turn than he expected..

🐺Multichapters🐺

🐺Monsters among us [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Your water breaks in the middle of nowhere but you find the prison in time for them to help you. There you meet the man of your nightmares. CW: childbirth

🐺🦊Feral for you [Pt.1] [Pt.2★]

Request. Daryl develops a crush on a soft and sweet lady, afraid to ask you out and ruin your sweetness, only to learn later on your have a feral side as well,

🐺Oneshots🐺

🐺 His girls (xOFCs)

Alexandria's new residents find a dog. And his very handsome owner.

🐺 Full moon meetings

You get stuck in the woods, surrounded by walkers and are saved by ..something.

🐺 Night shifts

During a night shift with Rick he sends you to investigate movement in the woods, knowing it would end with two of his group members coming home together.

🐺 Dog person ★

You’re Dog’s new favorite human and Daryl gets jealous. Lucky for him you’re also good with his dog-side.

🐺 Creature Feature ★

After overhearing your spilled dirty little secret of old world fantasies, Daryl suddenly feels like he does have a chance to get you into bed with him.

🐺 Unexpected

This can be read as a continuation of Dog Person. Reader is pregnant with Daryl’s pups and has to hide it from the community until they can leave for Daryl’s cabin. CW: childbirth

🐺 Roses for the ones left behind

Daryl gets taken and leaves a pregnant reader, not knowing her child and partner aren’t human. CW: childbirth

🐺 New comforts ★ alt. ending ★

No one needed to know that sex between the two of you was for human Daryl only. Alt.: Rick now knows.

🐺 Witch hunt

Thanks to an emotional slip-up you almost risk your home in Alexandria.

🐺 Arrows & Rags

You help a wounded creature who leads you back to its den, where you find the one person you thought you had lost in the walker attack.

🐺 Why didn't you tell me?

You follow Daryl into the woods on the one night he asked you to stay away.

🐺🦊 The softer the skin, the sharper the teeth

Request. WereDaryl and Glen find a she wolf (in human form) out and talk to her about coming to the prison. She and Daryl are mates

🐺 Shame

Your most private moments are shared with the intent to drive you away. And it amost worked.

🐺 Not a monster

Request. Beauty and the Beast inspired fic. Set during Alexandria times.

🐺 Domesticated

Request. Cuddling in bed, like mundane little moments in their relationship

🐺 Bath time

Daryl's distaste for showers rubbed off on his children.

🐺 Forbidden ★

Strickt parents and werewolves don't mix, so you run.

🐺🦊 Found

Daryl finds a young girl and takes her home. He adopts her and learns she's a wolf too.

🐺 Savior ★

You show a little too much interest in Negan's new prisoner so he uses you as a test subject. CW: Non-con, forced impreg

🐺 King of the cage

In the apocalypse, entertainment is hard to come by. Until you hear of underground groups fighting with anything nonhuman.. CW: Descriptive violence and murder.

🐺King and his Queen ★

[KING series pt.2] After Daryl's match he gets treated like royalty by his loving partner.

🐺 Instincts [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Daryl finds a woman with her newborn pup, taking them into the group. Slowly their bond grows stronger.

🐺 Rules of Nature

Daryl gets hurt on a simple hunting trip and reader patches him up.

🐺 Get rid of it

You and Daryl never fought, until you did. Daryl relives old traumas while you stay at Hilltop.

🦊 The bridge home

Daryl has to introduce his exraordinary girlfriend by accident. (teeny bit of smut at the start)

🐺 Monster outside the walls

A warning about a monster outside of the Alexandrian walls takes a weird turn as new residents turn out to be trouble.

🐺 Demons are a girl's best friend ★

You hide from the rain in a church, not knowing a very interesting beast already claimed the place as his home.

🐺Drabbles🐺

🦊 Daryl was out on a hunt > Daryl liked being around her > Daryl has never been so proud

🐺 Daryl hated full moon these days.

🐺 You, Carol and Daryl go out on a run.

🐺 "Man, 's colder than a witch's tit."

🐺 You and Daryl had a great life.

🐺 Daryl came home early today.

🐺 Daryl saves you

🐺 You were all sitting around the bonfire

🐺 Daryl came home from a run. (xOFCs)

🐺 Cramps

The adventures of Daryl the werewolf and his witch girlfriend.

Inked Sigils. ★

Fate brought you together. Spells finally brought you family

Bored ★

You tagged along with your boyfriend who ‘just needed a minute’, but you were so bored..

Momma's boy ★

You find your boyfriend all alone and desperate in your apartment, so you help him out. Again.

Help wanted ★

Request "Fuck me if I’m wrong but scud just being pounced on by a desperate werewolf girl in heat would kinda be hot"

Warm & fuzzy

You just love him. It doesn’t matter what the others think

Much fun indeed ★

A summary of what being with the biker has thought you over time.

A biker's true loves ★

Request: can you do a story with funny sonny before his teeth got all messed up, younger and with female reader. super smutty. then maybe time jump and they are still together even after his looks have changed?

Coming soon??

Double Stuffed ★ Daryl/Scud/reader

It's your birthday so you get to have twice the fun!

[starlessea]

Inkstains

A/N Inspired by a Daryl request I got from an anon reader - since we’re all wondering how Daryl keeps getting more and more tattoos in each season, during an apocalypse...

Summary: You spend the night trapped in a tattoo shop with Daryl, and he emerges the next morning with some new ink.

Masterlist

Buy Me A Coffee

Daryl ran towards the door, throwing his shoulder against it to pry it open. On his second attempt, the lock finally caved, and sent him tumbling into the shop as you covered him — pistol raised, but arms trembling.

“C’mon,” he rasped, dragging you by your shirt, “get in ‘ere.”

So you followed at his heels, tripping over them as he bolted the door.

He then did a quick sweep of the place as you caught your breath, trying to squint away the faces of the dead still etched into your mind. You’d been running for so long that your legs felt foreign beneath you — quivering in place as you struggled to remain standing.

But then, the light flickered on, and you caught sight of Dixon near the switch.

“Door’s sturdy,” he concluded, nodding his head to the chain looped around the handle.

The amber glow was bright, and made your eyes water as they adjusted. But when they did, you could see the thick metal door, and how the windows had been barred beside it.

“Best we hol’ up here for the night,” the man announced, shucking off his rucksack. “Jus’ ‘til they clear.”

They, being the dead.

You nodded, tucking your own pistol away and shedding some of the layers you’d been carrying. Then, you turned on your heels to finally get a look at the newly illuminated shop — and smiled at the irony.

It was a tattoo parlour.

Design sheets plastered the walls, fluttering in the tepid breeze, and a colourful array of inks lined the shelves — just waiting to be opened. There was even a faint scent of rubbing alcohol still lingering in the air, despite all of the months gone by.

But, most of all, it felt familiar.

It was funny, really. The entire place looked like a picture — a moment stuck in time. It had probably been abandoned during the middle of the outbreak, since tattoo machines were still plugged in, and work stations set up.

You picked up a gun, getting used to the weight of it again. Back before the world went to shit, there wasn’t a day that went by without you holding one — training your hands steady and your lines straight.

You glanced towards the plug. The power was still working in the building, so maybe-

It turned on.

The unmistakable buzzing noise permeated the room, causing Daryl to whip his head around — until you could feel his eyes baring down on you, questioning you.

“It’s a tattoo gun,” you stated, holding the machine up for him to see.

The man looked at it skeptically, before shaking his head.

“Ain’t the type a’ gun we’re lookin’ for,” he grumbled — making you laugh as you flipped the switch back off.

The room felt too quiet after that, too unnatural in a place usually thrumming with life and vibrance. So, you slipped back onto one of the beds, and kicked your feet up after toeing off your boots. The rainbow of colours were tempting on their shelves, but you collected a trusty bottle of black ink instead, and began to set it up on the table.

“I was a tattoo apprentice,” you explained, prompted by Daryl’s stare. “Before all this.”

He stopped his pacing, standing in place to inspect one of the tattoo designs tacked to the wall.

“Yer pullin’ my leg,” he quipped back, without missing a beat.

But you only hummed in response, wiping your surface clean.

“No I’m not,” you answered, smiling at him briefly. “Can’t you see the tortured artist in me?”

This time, Daryl was the one to laugh — raspy and rough as he shook his head.

“Nah,” he said, narrowing his eyes at you, “but I can see the artist who’s torturin’ me.”

You threw an unopened ink bottle at him, which he dodged with little to no effort — letting it splatter on the wall behind him. You grimaced, suddenly feeling guilty for ruining some of the designs with ink stains.

Though, you didn’t dwell on it long — getting the urge to create some designs of your own.

You began to peel off your long sleeve shirt, shucking it up midway to your chest before Daryl cleared his throat, halting your action.

“What’re ya doin’?” he asked — much too rushed and uncertain.

He’d averted his eyes, choosing to stare at the opposite wall in the meantime.

You cocked your head, flinging your shirt to the floor so that you were left in your sleeveless vest, instead. “What does it look like?”

He didn’t even glance back at your words, keeping his eyes trained directly in front of him as he grumbled.

“Like yer undressin’ in front a’ me.”

You chuckled at that, shuffling back on the bed and folding your arms over your chest.

“I’m not trying to jump your bones, Dixon,” you stated, amusement heavy in your words. “You can look.”

He didn’t seem to trust you, but he looked nonetheless.

And then he understood.

You watched as his eyes trailed along your body, down your arms before reaching their way back up to your collar — and then settling on your face. There was barely a patch of skin free from ink, free from the designs that covered you, each one done by your own hand.

“Not many people will let an apprentice tattoo them,” you explained, feeling a lot more shy as the man’s eyes lingered. “No matter how good you are.”

You’d practiced on yourself most days, when the parlour wasn’t fully booked, or your boss didn’t feel like getting new ink. So, there was little choice in the matter.

You had to become your own canvas.

“Ya did all of ‘em?” Daryl questioned, narrowing his eyes as he tried to make out the details from afar.

“Mhm,” you nodded. “You can come closer,” you told him, before losing your nerve. “If you want to see.”

He took tentative steps towards you after that, accepting your invitation but not fully committing to it. But once he got closer, close enough to pinpoint each line and design in front of him, he seemed to relax.

His hand even trailed over a couple — the feeling of his calloused fingers making you shiver in your seat.

“They got anythin’ behind ‘em?” Daryl asked, a few moments after you’d forgotten how to breathe. “Any meanin’ or some shit?”

He looked up at you, catching your eyes which were unsteady and pricked with glassiness as you tried not to tremble under his touch.

“A few do.”

And so, the man watched you tattoo yourself following that — tracing a simple design with the needle — whilst he scribbled something of his own down onto a piece of paper.

It didn’t take long, maybe only an hour or so, but the two of you sat in comfortable silence the whole time — save for the regular humming of the gun.

And soon, you were done, wrapping your fresh tattoo and packing away the equipment — out of habit more than anything. You could recall your training days as an apprentice, and how your boss would lay it on thick if even a single bottle of dried-up ink was misplaced. So, you did your best to sort everything back how it was meant to be, and not how you found it.

Except, Daryl cleared his throat once again.

He’d slipped off his jacket, and splayed it over one of the beds before looking back at you — expectantly.

“What are you doing?” you asked, even though you already had a suspicion.

The man walked over to you, halting your clean-up as he placed that piece of paper onto your table — face up so that you could see his own tattoo sketch.

“What’d ya think?”

And so, a couple more hours passed as you gave Daryl Dixon some new ink, trying not to dwell on how warm he felt beneath your palms — because that last thing you wanted was for your hands to shake. You’d never thought you’d know the feeling of his breath on your skin, or his heartbeat pulsing at his wrist.

But now you did, and it was utterly euphoric-

Leaving you wondering whether you’d gotten high of the unbottled alcohol or the man lying vulnerable at your fingertips.

“Alright, you’re all done,” you breathed, stretching out your neck — and with it, your nerves.

You took a step back, appraising your work as he did the same. He held up his forearm towards the flickering overhead light, and you swore you saw the ghost of a smile tug at his lips.

“You know the drill, Dixon,” you announced, catching his attention. “Keep it wrapped,” you winked, pointing towards the cling film roll.

He scowled at your lewd tone, and the way you laughed at him after — but this time he didn’t bite back.

So, you went on. “That means no walker guts over my work,” you warned him, wagging a finger in his direction, “and remembering to take a shower every once in a while.”

He grumbled at that, starting to thread the clear film over his fresh ink whilst ignoring your words. “Yeah, whatever.”

You smiled, feeling giddier than you’d done hovering over him a few moments before. But you couldn’t help but crave for more.

To dare to ask him the question weighing heavy on your tongue.

“So has it got anything behind it?” you asked, trying to fill the silence that lingered now the machines had been switched off.

He glanced at you, so you had to go on.

“What did you say-” you muttered, trying to recall his exact words, “meaning or some shit?”

You let your eyes rest back on his tattoo, hoping you could prompt the man for an answer.

And, to your surprise, he gave you one.

“S’a cherokee rose,” he stated, before his voice got real quiet. “For everybody we lost.”

His smile looked different now, as he said those words. No longer did it look playful, or timid, or shy. It only looked sad.

And you sighed.

“You always do insist on carrying the heaviest burden,” you told the man, as you squeezed his shoulder.

Then, as the morning light started to trickle in through the boarded up windows, so you swapped out your tattoo gun for your other gun — your pistol — as the two of you prepared to leave the parlour, freshly decorated with ink stains.

End.

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A/N I had the hardest writing block of my life today. Me and Jess were literally trying to push through and do writing exercises but it just wasn’t happening - so I’m sorry I didn’t get SotG out today as promised!

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[my-mt-heart]

Well, that wasn't my reason for suggesting Carol haha (How about you, @lighteneverything? You must already have a good outline for your fic if you started prep work in January.)

Most tattooist have a lot of body art, so the idea of one without it is appealing because there's more layers to peel back than simply, here's my story accidentally set a tattoo shop. (The setting needs to be indispensable to your plot.) Both Carol and Daryl are trying to get comfortable in their own skin, right? What does it mean when you're at ease inking someone else's story onto their skin but you keep your own a blank canvas?

If the writer would prefer Carol to have some tattoos, you could make her have them in locations that would always be covered by clothes. That could also give the story that ever important emotional character arc.

On the other hand, I could see the Dixon brothers having their own shop and Carol is the woman who keeps coming in, either with others (friends who are getting tattoos) or alone to look at the sketches, but she never settles on anything. If it's too hard to pick one or the other, Merle has lost his hand and they need to hire a second artist. Enter Carol.

...I need to stop this before I get to scenario #47.

Clearly, you've given this a lot more thought than I have haha I'm trying to suppress my ideas, so I don't get the urge to write anything. @lighteneverything can't wait to see your vision come to life <3

[twistedstxrs]

Name: Norman Mark Reedus

Nickname: Normie

Alias: Reedus

Birthday: January 6

Age: 53

Sexuality: Bisexual, Biromantic

Location: Manhattan, New York City

Species: Human

Powers: None

Occupation: Actor, Model, Photographer, Director, Writer

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 158 lbs

Eye Color: Blue

Hair color: Brunette

Piercings: None

Tattoos: Several

Scars: A Few

Faceclaim: Norman Reedus

Biography

Norman Mark Reedus was born on January 6, 1969 in Hollywood, Florida, and is the eldest of two children born to Marianne (née Yarber) and Norman Reedus. He is of Italian (from his maternal grandfather), English, Northern Irish, Irish, and Scottish descent. He was raised in Los Angeles, California. Reedus also lived in Japan, Spain, and the United Kingdom. He worked at a Harley Davidson shop in Venice, California and contributed artwork to various shows as a painter, photographer, sculptor, and video artist. He got his first taste of acting in the play Maps for Drowners at the Tiffany Theater on Sunset Boulevard. He was first discovered at a party in Los Angeles, where someone asked him if he wanted to be in a play.

Reedus was in a long-term relationship with supermodel Helena Christensen from 1998 until 2003, although the two were never married, despite reports to the contrary. Together they have a son, Mingus Lucien Reedus (born October 13, 1999). The two have remained friends and share joint custody of their son.

In 2005, while in Berlin, Reedus was involved in a car accident. He required surgery for a titanium eye socket and four screws in his nose. He has several tattoos: his father's name on the left side of his chest, a devil on his upper right arm, his son's name on his right forearm, a star on his right hand, a tiny "X" above his left collar bone, two demons on his back, a heart on his right wrist, and a snake on his left leg.

He is an American actor and model best known for his role as Daryl Dixon on the The Walking Dead, an AMC television horror drama series (2010–present) and as Murphy MacManus in the Boondock Saints Movies. He has also acted in numerous films, appeared in and created several videos, done video game voiceovers, and modeled for various fashion designers, most recognizably Prada in the 1990s.

[shawtygonemad]

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better.

A/N: This story is dedicated to my uncle and cousins who are hard of hearing. Even with my botched ASL you all still love me. 

Daryl Dixon x Connie

One-Shot

- Please note that anything signed will be in bold and anything written will be in italics.

Connie woke that morning bright and chipper. The sun wasn’t even up yet and she was already getting her day started. Her sister on the other hand was not much of a morning person. Connie was kind enough to let her sleep until the sun rose. She always enjoyed finding different little ways to wake her little sister up. Some days it’s tickling her nose with a leaf while other days she practically flops down on her. 

Today Kelly happened to be in a deep sleep in which nothing barely woke her. Connie breathed out a sigh of annoyance at that. All of her tricks didn’t work. Instead she took it upon herself to draw on her sister’s bare arm. She smirked as she slowly got to work. The older woman was no artist, but she still had fun. She wrote ‘World’s Best Sister’, but crossed out best and wrote ‘Okayest’ above it. Then she drew some other pictures and wrapped it up by putting Kelly and her crushes initials together in a heart. 

Once she became bored she decided to go downstairs for some breakfast. Today would be an uneventful day since neither of them had been assigned to do anything. Connie was never a fan of days off. She always needed to be doing something and loved to help out. They should always be doing something to earn their keep. The people of Alexandria were kind enough to let them have their own house. A house that just so happened to be next door to the tall and ruggedly handsome Daryl Dixon. The newly unofficial leader of Alexandria since Michonne left. He lived there with his niece, nephew, Lydia, and dog. Their family dynamic was so cute to watch. For a man who never really had a family until the end of the world he was trying his best and doing a damn good job of it. 

Even though Connie may not be able to hear she could still feel vibrations from noise. That’s how she knew her sister finally woke up and discovered her new tattoo sleeve. She could feel the stomping through the ceiling. When she could feel the rushed, heavy, footsteps coming down the stairs. She grinned and chuckled to herself as she bolted it for the front door. If she didn’t run now then her sister would for sure catch her which would end up in a wrestling match on the floor. 

The warm morning air and sunshine hit her face as she booked it down the front stairs. She looked around for a hiding spot when she noticed Daryl standing on his porch smoking a cigarette. He watched her with curious eyes. Knowing she had less than a minute before her sister caught up to her Connie bolted it for Daryl. He was caught by surprise when she hid behind him. They were back to back with their bodies aleigned from their ankles all the way to where her curly locks reached the middle of his shoulder blades. 

As if timed perfectly, Kelly busted out the front door and looked around for her sister. Thankfully Daryl decided to roll with the odd situation and acted casul. Kelly noticed him and decided to approach since he was close friends with Connie. Or rather, more than close friends she always teased her older sister. 

“Have you seen Connie,” Kelly asked. 

Daryl stood still as to not expose his friend for whatever reason she was hiding. 

He cleared his throat before speaking, “Not this mornin’. Why?”

“‘Cause she’s sneaky and devious and knows that I’m a deep sleeper,” the teen huffed before retreating from the porch. 

Once the coast was clear Daryl nudged his ankle against hers to signal it was safe. When she rounded to his front she had a huge devious smirk on her face. The hunter shook his head in amusement. This woman was always up to something. It’s what he admired about her the most. Even in the darkest of days she was still able to smile and see the bright side. 

“What you do,” he shakily signed. 

Connie smiled as she reached for the notepad and pen in her back pocket. Her heart always felt a warm squeeze every time he signed to her. She almost cried when she discovered he had an ASL study book. He was trying. Not only that, but he was trying for her. Not a lot of people did that or even wanted to waste that kind of time. They usually spoke louder, elongated their words, or just wrote down in her notepad. Most times Kelly had to translate. Unfortunately this wasn’t anything new. People weren’t considerate in the old world and they sure as hell weren’t in this new world. 

“You’re getting better,” she wrote before giving him some tips on how to properly say ‘what did you do’. Without those extra words he just sounded hilariously like a caveman. “I was bored, so I drew on her while she was asleep.”

“Why,” he signed that one with ease. 

“Why not,” Connie grinned. 

She knew Daryl understood her because he seemed to be chuckling while shaking his head.

 “Do you have any plans for today,” she wrote on the paper. 

She noticed him shake his head and his mouth move to a ‘na’ sound which usually meant no for him. It was his heavy southern accent she had to get used to. He even signed with a southern accent much to his bewilderment. 

This man was so incredible. He was kind, enjoyed learning and never got offended when corrected, and sometimes it was hard to read his lips. Not because of his accent, but because she started to wonder how they feel on her own. Even though his lips seemed slightly chapped compared to hers she just knew the kiss would feel amazing. 

“Might go hunting or something,” he wrote. 

“I’ll go with,” she excitedly replied. 

“‘S not a good idea,” he spoke as he turned his head to make sure he still had an eye on Dog. 

Connie frowned before gripping his chin and bringing it back to face her. She gestured with her fingers that he should look at her when he speaks so she can read his lips. He took a deep breath before speaking again. 

“I hunt better alone.”

“Being alone is dangerous,” she signed. 

Daryl’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to understand what she said. The only thing he caught was dangerous. She must have been telling him the dangers of going out alone. He pointed his thumb in the direction of his pet across the street. 

“I got Dog.”

Connie stared at him blankly before writing in her pad again. She held it up for him to see, her face still neutral. 

“Because he’s so ferocious.” 

He could practically hear the sarcasm in her handwriting. He turned back around the check on his animal. Dog was currently sitting across the street on a patch of grass with his niece Judith. She was currently painting his nails with a sparkly blue polish that Connie found for her. Dog sat there patiently while allowing her to do so. He tail was wagging ever so slightly so you knew he was enjoying it. Daryl rolled his eyes before turning back to his neighbor.

“Fine. We leave in an hour,” he told her before stepping off the porch to retrieve his dog.  

Soon the pair were off trekking through the woods with a begrudging Dog. He must have really wanted to stay at his spa day with Judith. The thought made Connie chuckle. Daryl glanced over at her, but didn’t say a word. Her chuckle was sweet but he thought nothing could compare to her laugh. It was so bright and boisterous. It was able to bring light to even the darkest days. 

Daryl noticed Dog froze in his steps. This caused Daryl to stop and hold his arm out for Connie to follow suit as well. He placed a finger on his lips - a universal sign to be quiet. She rose an eyebrow at him. As if she didn’t know to be quiet already. Does this man really think she’s never been hunting before? What does he think kept her and Kelly alive this entire time. 

She swiftly took out her slingshot before bending down to grab a sharp and rigid rock. It was placed in the holder and fired off before Daryl could even lift his crossbow. With the speed, force, and rigidness from the rock it was easily able to go straight through the woodchuck’s head. Daryl looked at her impressed. She gave him a knowing smirk before signaling Dog to go retrieve it. When he returned she tossed Daryl the animal to put on the kill string. She placed her hands on her hips as she stared Daryl down. She then tried to speak. 

“Anything you can do, I can do better,” she sassed. 

Even though it was a little hard to understand, Daryl could hear her clear as day. He quickly snatched the notepad from Connie’s back pocket, much to her surprise. Once he was finished scratching down his sentence he lifted the pad up for her to see. 

“Is that a challenge?” It said. 

She grinned in excitement at the idea of this game. She was always competitive, and she had a feeling Daryl was too. The notebook was grabbed back and she began to write on it while snickering. Soon she lifted it up to show the redneck. There were two columns. One said Connie and the other said Daryl. Connie had 1 tally mark in her column while Daryl had a frowny face. Daryl laughed. 

“We’ll see who’s frowning afterwards.”

“Bet?” she signed. 

“What’s the wager,” Daryl asked, slightly afraid of her punishment. 

She wrote down on the pad again before lifting it up. 

“Winner’s choice?”

That made Daryl feel a little more at ease. It also meant that he'd have to work his ass off to beat her. He really wanted to win and had a great prize in mind. Connie may be good, but he’s been hunting for 35+ years. He nodded in agreement with her. They even shook hands to make it official. 

This game took place for hours. Both of them enjoying the hunt, a few laughs, but especially each other’s company. They were so entranced with hunting that they completely forgot to even keep score. Hunting with the two could have continued all day, but it was already late afternoon. Dog was the one to call it a day. He was laying down panting hard, too tired to go and retrieve the final catch. The humans decided to agree with him. Besides, they had plenty of meat to feed their entire community. All three of them walked back in comfortable silence. It wasn’t until they were inside the gates of Alexandria and before their houses that they remembered the game. 

Connie practically flung the notepad open just for her to frown. They stopped placing tally’s after 3 catches each. Technically they both won by the Talley's.

“A tie,” she signed. 

Her heartbeat sped up. During the entire hunt she was thinking of what his punishment should be. The only thing that kept circling back was for him to kiss her. She finally told herself that she would do it, and psyched herself up the entire time in the woods. Now it was a tie, and her stomach tightened in disappointment. She lost her chance. 

“What does that mean,” he asked, seeming slightly disappointed as well. 

“We both win?” she wrote.

“What did you want,” he sketched beside her reply. 

Her heart sped up again. Maybe she could still get her chance. It was either now or never. She decided to throw all insecurities to the wind and go for it. 

“This…” she slowly signed before placing her two hands on each side of his face. 

She brought him down to her level and kissed his lips. They were warm and slightly wet from him licking them moments ago. To both of their surprise he kissed her back with ease. Only Daryl was still awkward and unsure of where to put his hands. This made Connie smile into his lips and she grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist. This seemed to be the confirmation Daryl needed to fully get into it. He placed one hand on the back of her neck and deepened the kiss. Shortly after they were out of breath and had to pull away. They just stared into one another’s eyes trying to be sure that what just occurred really happened. A devious smile soon formed on Daryl’s face when he noticed how out of breath and flustered Connie was. 

“Anythin’ you can do, I can do better,” he said.

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV), The Walking Dead & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Major Character Death Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Jesus, Maggie Greene/Glenn Rhee, Carol Peletier/Ed Peletier (briefly), Negan's Wife Lucille (Walking Dead: Here's Negan)/Negan (Walking Dead) Characters: Daryl Dixon, Merle Dixon, Will Dixon, Joe (Walking Dead: Claimers), Glenn Rhee, Maggie Greene, Carol Peletier, Ed Peletier, Sophia Peletier, Rick Grimes, Tara Chambler, Negan's Wife Lucille (Walking Dead: Here's Negan), Negan (Walking Dead), Michonne (Walking Dead) Additional Tags: Artist Daryl Dixon, Child Abuse, rape/noncon, Suicide, Violence, lots of swearing, mentions of death via IED, Good Brother Merle, Blood, House Fires, Daryl really just needs a hug, Daryl has PTSD, Murder, Theft, Historical References, Tattoos, Mentions of drugs and alcohol, Bloodletting, Restraints, Planned Homicide, Homelessness, Dismemberment, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, domestic abuse, Cancer, Swearing, break in Summary:

Daryl realized early on that he enjoyed art. After losing the two most important people in his life, he discovered a new way to express himself through his art. But at what cost?

New Chapter! ( @darylsbabygirl -- I remembered to post it today!)

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Daryl Dixon Imagine/Childhood &Merle

Daryl has quite a few tattoos. Got addicted after merle made him come along, too much of a pussy to go alone. He wasnt any kind of legal...its pretty bad when you have to take your 14 year old brother along for moral support and threaten the "artist" with bodily harm should he think to call authorities.