#the name isnt daryl fucking dixon

[youmakethelight]

Can I go to the alternate reality where the caryl spin-off is done the way it's supposed to, please

[luv-unknwn]

Serene

daryl dixon x fem!reader

summary - ♡ you and daryl go on a run and things dont go entirely as planned....but in a good way

SMUT SMUT SMUT

a/n - ♡ ik this isnt that good i haven't slept and its almost 6 am so i aint editing it anywaysss, im watching the show for the first time rn and i just could NOT resist writing smth for daryl so enjoy!! 🤭

(changed the name cause i realized i forgot to change it so it didn't make sense pls)

"no- god damn it girl gon get us killed out here if you keep lookin round so much" daryl grabbed your wrist to pull you along the muddy trail, nearly falling on your ass from his fast pace. "keep up, quit draggin your feet"

"fuck off man its nice to get out of that damn prison sometimes and see the world even if it is filled with walkers and assholes like you" you snort, pushing forward so you're walking ahead of him. "besides, the slower i walk, the more time we spend together, and i know that you love hanging out with me so much, dont you, D?”

going on runs had become a favorite activity of yours, somehow even with daryl being such a grumpy gus, it was serene. walking through completely empty towns; the opposite of the now packed prison you were living in.

“oh come on, don’t pretend you don't love me” you giggle at daryl's annoyed look. you'd grown somewhat of a crush for daryl in the last months, as much as you wish you hadn't, it's been nice having something to focus on rather than the overwhelmingly loud but silent nights in the prison.

it was the simple head nods as you pass each other, and him asking specifically to take you on runs, always staying in front of you when something goes wrong. those were the things that really fueled this crush, which carol had pointed out to you. you'd honestly always thought there was something going on with those two but when she asked you about how close you and daryl had gotten she assured you they were only best friends.

“ain't got time for your wanderin today girl, lets go-” a twig snaps to your left. “get behind me”

the walker stumbles out from the trees grunting, growling, and drooling toward daryl before he shoots an arrow right into his left eye. not so aware of your surroundings a walker comes out of the trees behind you grabbing onto you, you fight against its hold. just as you get a hand free to reach for your knife, daryl shoots the walker and it falls loudly to the ground.

“-shit” you gasp in big breaths of air. you reach for daryl's arm grabbing hold for stability, “thanks, D.”

“‘course, won't let nothin’ bad happen to you” you practically melt at his words and the vulnerable look in his eyes when he says it, like he's telling you an important secret he's never told anyone else.

you're so close you can feel the heat coming off his body as your eyes move from his to his mouth. never wanting something so bad in your entire life.

he's pulling away before you can even think to move toward him.

“best keep goin ‘fore it gets dark” his words are dismissive, completely ignoring the clear sparks flying between the two of you just seconds ago.

“right, you're right” clearing your throat a bit awkwardly, you speed up so you're walking ahead of him, trying to focus as hard as you can just on the task at hand.

the first few houses you search were pretty much empty save for a can of beans. the next one however had an entire cabinet filled with things you could take back to the prison, but not before you and daryl have a few snacks to refuel for the trip back.

“maybe we should stay the night here? we can hit a few houses on the way back in the morning, it's getting late and i dont wanna be walkin’ back in the dark” you suggest to daryl from the living room of the house.

“‘kay, lets find some blankets n stuff we'll camp out in here” daryl's voice is right behind you when he speaks, startling you from looking at broken picture frames of the family who used to be here.

you managed a makeshift bed on the floor with the few blankets and pillows you found in the bedrooms. you and daryl now laying there staring quietly up at the ceiling.

“were-” daryl starts to say something but stops before he can even get the first word out.

“what is it, D?” you whisper, turning your body so you're laying on your side facing him.

“were you gonna kiss me earlier?” daryl's uncharacteristically hesitant voice whispers into the quiet room.

the air in the room is suddenly thicker than before and the closeness of you and daryl seems almost too close.

“was i- was i gonna kiss you? i mean i don't know you were so close and just you know it's not like i meant t-” you're cut off by daryl suddenly pressing his lips against yours gently, staying unmoving for a few seconds until your brain catches up with you enough for you to kiss back.

the kiss deepens when you reach your hands around his neck to pull him impossibly closer to you, his own hands sliding down from your cheeks to your shoulders to your hips.

“daryl i- i need you,” you whisper against his lips when you pull away a bit for air.

he pulls back farther to look into your eyes.

“you sure ‘bout this?” his voice is genuine, even as his hands are already under your shirt going farther up until he reaches your bra, stilling there while he waits for your answer.

“yes, please daryl” you'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about this many times. daryle above you while you're begging for him.

the moment the words left your mouth he was sitting you up to pull your shirt over your head, quickly reconnecting your lips with a moan so low it could have been a growl.

daryl pulled away to reach around you and unhook your bra, letting it fall between you.

“fuck,” he sighed, letting his head fall to your shoulder at the sight of how perfectly your boobs fell naturally.

seconds later you were pushing his vest off and pulling his shirt over his head, throwing it across the room and leaning down to kiss over his muscular shoulders. daryl's hands fell to your boobs while you left reddish-purple spots all over his throat and shoulders.

“lemme get these off baby” he was already unbuttoning your jeans when you rose to your knees to help him pull them down off your ass, sitting back on the floor so he could pull them and your shoes completely off. he was feeling up and down your soft legs, the way he was squeezing your thighs making your core tighten around nothing. “so pretty f'me.”

daryl's hands trailed up your legs to the soft cotton of your panties, he groaned when his rough fingertips grazed the wet spot leaking through them.

“lift ya pretty legs honey” he grunts out, when you listen he pulls your panties down your legs. the cool air of the room hitting your wetness makes you whimper quietly. “s'even prettier than i imagined,”

daryl pushes your knees farther apart to get a better look at you before he bring a finger up to graze your wet entrance, sliding it up to press gentle circles against your clit, making you gasp from the stimulation.

“god that feels good, please don't stop” you're whining when he finally pushes two fingers into you, starting a steady pace while keeping his thumb on your clit moving quicker each second. you're an absolute moaning mess below him, your back arching against him.

“y'like that sweetheart? like how m'fingers feel inside you, yea? y’gonna cum f’me baby?” his words are only pushing you closer and closer to the edge, your legs shaking around his hand.

“fuck- shit you're g-” you cut yourself off with a louder moan when he quickens the pace of his fingers, “s’good at this”

“c'mon baby, cum f'me, all over my fingers. thats right, good girl.” his words are what push you over the edge, the filthy words mixed in with his gentle praise has you shaking as you ride the intense waves of your orgasm. “such a good girl f'me”

when your breathing starts to slow back to a normal pace you feel daryl pull his fingers out of you and being them up to his lips, sucking your juices off his own fingers.

“that was- wow” you saw still trying to catch your breath, legs not fully stopped shaking either. before daryl can say anything else you're reaching for his belt to undo it.

“no, s'alright. wanted to make you feel good, go to sleep” he says grabbing your t-shirt and pulling it over your head.

“but-”

“nah if ya really feelin’ up for it, in the mornin’ you can, but we gotta get some sleep tonight” daryl leans over and kisses your forehead and pulls you down to lay on his chest.

and that's exactly how you woke up in the morning, cuddled up on the floor, clothes thrown around the room, hickies everywhere.

[mourningmoth]

20 quebtions

answer 20 questions & tag other 20 bloggers that you’d like to get to know more.

tagged by @mushroomhater420 sgdjghfgf

1. name: zanna

2. nicknames: zanna isnt my legal name so technically its a nickname, just NO ONE EVER calls me my legal name lol but i also get called zenno, zan, zippy, basically many variations of zanna. also voryn

3. zodiac sign: Cancer

4. height: 5' even. MAYBE 5′ 1″?? idk either way short kings rise

5. spoken languages: JHKJHJG OH BOY HHHHH: english and angloromani are my native languages.

i can also speak varying amounts of japanese, finnish, and kalderash romani.

i can also speak itty bitty baby amounts of irish, dutch, spanish, and hawaiian.

in the past ive studied MORE languages, i just didnt retain a bunch of knowledge of them. they are: hungarian, xhosa, mandarin, icelandic

i can also read many many different variants of runic alphabets (diff cultures had difference variations on common runes and some were different entirely!)

i also love conlang and i have a working knowledge of a few fictional languages, depending on how developed those conlangs are (i know small amounts of ayliedoon, aldmeris and dunmeris from TES, quenya from LotR, and darnassian and thalassian from WoW) (i LOVE languages jkhjgjhg)

6. nationality: stinky USA american

7. favourite season: autumn bc im big bitch

8. favourite flower: OOOOOOOOOOOH i like snapdragons, hibiscus, hydrangea, orchids, and bleeding hearts!!

9. favourite scent: mmmm many, i like the smell of fresh bread and rain and trees and leather

10. favourite color: bro im a slut for All colours p much but i LOVE greens and also burgundy and i LOVE dusty, pink-infused purples

11. favourite animal: TIGERS and also MOTHS and CICADAS and MANTIS and CATS IN GENERAL

12. favourite fictional character: HHHH bro i cant decide ok so heres a small sampling: Envy (FMA), Voryn/Dagoth Ur (TES), Almalexia (TES), Vivec (TES), Daryl Dixon (TWD yes i know leave me alone about it), Angel (Borderlands), Amara (Borderlands), Zer0 (Borderlands), Link (LoZ)

13. coffee, tea or hot chocolate: coffeeeEEEE but only cold blended coffees i dont like hot drinks in general. i also like various iced teas, mostly citrus green tea or peach black tea, but ive never been huge on hot choc

14. average sleep hours: 6

15. dog or cat person: kitty..............

16. number of blankets you sleep with: just 1 comforter

17. dream trip: oh dang idk id LOVE to visit a lot of places in europe and asia

18. blog established: august 2011 bc im CRUSTY

19. how many followers do you have: 336 on this blog. 332 on my art blog. 1845 on my TES blog

20. random fact: wow idk uh i have fucked up finger joints, almost all of my fingers are double jointed and i have hitchhiker’s thumbs, and my wrists can also bend so far that i can touch my arm with the thumb of the same hand. i also have the MTHFR gene mutation.

i dont really feel close enough to a lot of people to tag them for this im sorry just yoink this from me and we’ll say i tagged u skjgdjhf

[simplyfanfictionx-blog]

WEAKNESS chapter one {daryl dixon fanfiction}

“this has to be the last of it right?” the boy asks pushing his over sized hat up from his eyes. “looks like it.” a females voice answers kicking what i assume to be an empty can. i peek around the building to see them shoving baby food inside a large backpack. i wait until i can barely hear the clinking of the small jars before following quietly behind them. we make it a few blocks before they turn walking towards what used to be town hall. i hide behind a few broken down cars leaning against the drivers door. a few more voices meet theirs before i peer over the rusting mini van. “it wasnt much. how about you?” the same female voice from before asks. i dont get to hear the responses due to the groaning beginning from inside the van. “shit.” i mutter as it starts to bang at the window getting the attention of cowboy hat. i rush around the back of the van hoping the corpse will soon stop. “should i …” “no its trapped in there.” a voice i havent heard before answers cutting off cowboy hat. i watch as they place their bags on the steps leading up to the small building. they planned on searching for more items in the buildings around the town square. i watch as the man who seems to be the ringleader of this small group points out a post office building for the boy and a old insurance building for the woman with the samurai sword. i wait until the ringleader finds his own building to search before rushing towards the bags. digging through the baby food i find a few cans of fruit i take two throwing them into my bag. then moving on to the others only taking as few things as possible. zipping my bag i stand ready to be as far away from this group as possible when i hear a click from behind me. i instantly turn gripping my knife that is latched to my hip. “nope.” the man says shaking his head pointing his arrow between my eyes. “drop it.” he says motioning for the knife with his crossbow. “hey rick!!!” he screams as i toss my knife on the grass in front of me. ringleader appears from the neighboring building to the town hall. he gives bow boy a questioning look. “she was trying to steal our shit.” he growls kicking my bag. cowboy hat and samurai soon join keeping their distance. her sword is out ready to defend her group as if i could make it to her with the arrow aimed at my forehead. ringleader walks besides bow boy glancing down to my large knife laying on the grass. “yours?” he asks as if surprised. i nod not taking my eyes off bow boy. he turns look towards the others not knowing what to do with me. “are you gunna shoot that thing or just point the damn thing at me?” i snap at bow boy. he smirks keeping his aim locked. “daryl.” ringleader says placing his hand on the bow lowering it. obeying daryl lowers. “are you alone?” ringleader asks scanning the abandon town. a pain in my chest strikes through me when i hear the question. i nod not looking at anyone. he and daryl exchange a look. the two others come closer but still stay behind ringleader. “where are you from.” the kid asks curious. “texas.” i reply. “you dont have an accent.” he smiles. “not all of us do.” i smile hes the more trusting one than the rest.  “do you work for negan?” the woman asks like she was ripping off a band aid. “fuck that psychotic prick.” i snap, i could feel my blood boil just at the sound of his name. ringleader and bow… daryl exchange another one of many looks. i answered the question they were dancing around. “we still dont know her.” daryl says trying to knock a thought from ringleaders head. “how many walkers have you killed?” “what?” i reply he really thinks i can remember the number of those things ive killed? “about how many.” he goes on. daryl walks away clearly pissed. “over 50.”  “how many people?”  the pain in my chest appears again. “one.” “why?” he asks not breaking eye contact. “my sister…” i say in a lower voice then i wanted. “whats your name?” he finally asks after a second of silence. “melanie.” i reply. “iam rick, thats carl.” he says pointing to cowboy hat. “michonne.” she doesnt lessen her grip on her sword. “and well daryl.” he goes on looking at daryl who is already walking away from us. rick bends down grabbing my knife slipping it into his belt loop. they start talking about going back to their camp with carl. “i dont even know you people… why would i go with you all? ” i say digging my heels into place. “we dont know you either but we are still inviting you with us.” carl says before rick could say anything. “look come with us if you want or you can stay with them.” carl says grabbing one of the bags along with my bag pointing behind us. i turn to see a herd wobbling their way towards us. “you choose.” he says handing me my bag. carl walks past us following daryl. rick and michonne stay as if to see if i leave or follow them. after a literal second i follow carl and daryl. after what felt like 8 hours we arrive at their camp. which isnt a camp at all, enclosed neighborhood completely cut off from corpse land. the main gate slides open when we get close enough. a young latina with her hair pulled back into an older army hat meets rick. “whos this?” she asks eyeing me. “thats melanie.” carl answers passing her walking up to a girl his age, they hug one another she gives him a kiss on the cheek. “melanie follow me.” rick says. we walk past a few identical houses he stops at the third or fourth house. “your locking me in arent you?” “for safety precautions.” rick says opening a door with a padlock. i look back towards the main gate as it fully closes, a part of me wishes i ran while i could. “you must understand my family needs to be safe.”  “the boy.” i reply watching the way he holds himself, the way he speaks. i only assume the hat belongs to him. “the boy.” he nods,”a little girl, and everyone else who lives in these walls.” he steps aside to let me in, i however dont move an inch. “this is temporary.” he goes on looking down to the lock in his hands. with the part of me still wanting to run, and another part thinking this might be a good place. i walk past rick listening as the door shuts and the lock is put in place. 

a loud crash jolts me awake. “shit!” i hear someone shout as the door opens. daryl walks through the door seconds later with a tray of food. he walks to the small table in front of the door. “how long have ive been asleep?” i ask. “about a day.” he answers looking at the tray of food that hasnt been touched on the table. “that was yesterdays dinner.” he says switching the two trays. “this is lunch.” he goes on placing the new tray down. “what happened to breakfast?” “well i had orange juice but that dropped outside.” he says looking back to the doorway while the cup rolls away. “when are you gonna let me out?” i ask eager to leave the dark. “you have to talk to rick about that.” he spits rushing to get out. “wait!! i have a question!!” i shout listening to the lock click in place. “iam not your fucking tour guide!” he shouts back before leaving. “asshole.” i mumble turning towards the food. 

another night goes by before daryl returns. i sit up on the bed watching the door swing open.  a tray in hand, he doesnt look my way at all. “are you in a better mood today?” i ask. he gives the smallest smirk the same one he gave me while holding an arrow to my head a few days ago. “iam never in a better mood.” he answers switching the trays, turning towards the door. he hesitates before leaving only looking at me a second then shutting the door behind him. 

from what i can tell its been four days. i havent gotten my daily dose of daryl when rick walks in. “cmon.” he says motioning outside. “what no shackles? how about a orange jumpsuit?” i say following the afternoon light past rick. he shakes his head “daryl said you were witty.” i follow him a few houses in the opposite direction of the main gate, three houses then we make a left walking down the street a few more houses. people give me weird looks as we walk by from their front porches. we reach a house with a yellow door. opening the door i see a small handful of familiar faces. they crowd around the well furnished living room with daryl in the far back sitting on a stool. we make eye contact for just a second before he looks away. this is the most relaxed ive seen him. “iam tara.” a dark haired young women says practically jumping in front of me. “melanie.” i smile. “rosita.” the girl i met the first day says giving a small wave. carl and his girlfriend sit on the bigger couch, along with michonne. i take the smaller couch facing them. “this is enid.” carl says scooting closer to her. she smiles then looks back to carl. tara sits next to me handing me a cup of water. “thanks.” i say sipping the drink. rick walks behind the couch talking with daryl. the girls pick up on a conversation, while i try to listen and put my input i cant. i keep looking at the house how beautiful it is. how in the middle of the god damn end of the world people can still find a place like this. running water, heat, an actual bed with a fucking comforter. only days ago i was sleeping on concrete floors in abandon buildings, getting water from who knows where, and eating food scraps. “melanie are you okay?” rosita asks. “i need a second.” i say getting up walking out onto the front porch. the sun as gone down completely. the lights are on in the neighboring houses. the front door opens and closes. i dont care to turn around as he walks towards me near the end of the porch. “you alright?” daryl asks. i stare straight towards the open window in the house in front of us as the couple gathers around the dinner table. “melanie.” he says stepping closer. “dont ..” i say as he reaches towards me. “dont act like you care.” i say. “how do you know i dont?” he says sitting on the railing looking at me. “ you hated me all these past few days and now you want to be friends?” i reply looking back to the window. “whats wrong?” he asks avoiding what i said completely. “their living like the dead hasnt risen and is walking around with us.” i say looking at him. he pauses looking back towards the house. “how can they be so blind to it?” i go on glancing towards the wall. “what do you expect them to do?” he goes on getting down from the railing. “i dont know .... i know i wanted out of that damn room but ... now that iam out i just ... its too much.” i say as my voice goes into a small whisper.  “daryl.” rick says opening the door. “show your new roommate her room.”  “i dont need a babysitter.” i reply. “and iam sure he doesnt want to be a tour guide anyway.” i say mocking his words from the other day. “he has an extra room you both will be just fine.” rick smiles looking past me towards him. “rick i swear to god i will shoot you.” daryl warns as rick laughs going back into the house. 

sorry for the horrible ending!!! let me know what you thought & tell me if you would like to see a chapter2!! thanks for reading!!!