#the walking dead fluffy

[daryltwdixon]

Merry Christmas, Daryl

Daryl x Reader Fluff

summary: On a quiet Christmas Eve in Alexandria, an unexpected moment under mistletoe brings you and Daryl closer in a way neither of you expected. slightly nerdy awkward reader

author's note: just something cute to wish you all a happy holiday 🎄✨🎁❄️☃️🎅🦌🌟

The faint hum of conversation and laughter fills the air, the low flicker of candles and strings of scavenged Christmas lights casting a warm glow across the house. Alexandria feels… different tonight. Almost like the world hasn’t ended. Like they’re all just neighbors, throwing a party to pass the time. You suppose it's what it's been like for them this whole time, but for you and your group...it was a nice reminder of what once was.

Maggie is laughing at something Glenn said, her eyes crinkling in a way you haven’t seen in months. Carl and Judith sit by the fire with Michonne, her arm draped protectively around the boy’s shoulders as she listens to his quiet chatter. Rick’s laugh carries over the rest of the noise, and for a moment, everything feels—normal.

Instead of joining in, you linger on the outskirts, nursing your drink. It’s not that you don’t feel welcome—you do, mostly. It’s just easier to watch, to soak in the warmth and pretend the ache of missing something you can’t quite name isn’t sitting heavy in your chest.

Your eyes wander, always searching no matter what room you're in—for him.

Daryl.

He stands near the door, half in shadow, nursing a beer with one hand while the other rests on his hip. He’s not watching anyone in particular, but his eyes scan the room like always, as if he’s looking for trouble—or maybe just a reason to leave. There’s something about the way he stands, so separate from everyone else, that pulls you in.

You’ve always told yourself it’s nothing, this feeling that tugs at you whenever he’s around. But it can't be nothing. Not with the way your heart picks up when he looks at you, the way you catch yourself stealing glances at him when you think he won’t notice. It’s the way he speaks—not much, but when he does, it’s rough and honest and somehow makes you feel safer than all the walls around Alexandria combined.

You take another sip, your fingers tightening slightly on the glass. You like him. You’ve liked him for months, but it’s not the kind of thing you can just admit—to yourself or to him. You’re not even sure he sees you that way. You’ve convinced yourself he doesn’t, because it’s easier than hoping for something you might not get.

Still, your feet move before you can stop them.

“You look like you’re having fun,” you tease as you approach, your voice light despite the nervous flutter in your chest.

He glances at you, his lips twitching in something that could almost be a smile. “Ain’t exactly my scene.”

You shrug, falling beside him to lean against the wall, “Not mine either, really. But it’s nice, right? Seeing everyone like this?”

He doesn’t answer immediately, his gaze shifting back to the room. After a moment, he nods. “Yeah. S’good for ‘em.”

The way he says it—quiet, almost like it’s a secret—makes your chest ache. You wonder if he ever lets himself have anything good, or if he always watches from the sidelines, thinking it’s enough just to see other people happy.

You study him for a long moment, taking in the slope of his shoulders, the way his thumb taps idly against the glass bottle. But with a shift of his shoulders, he's pushing off the wall.

“You heading out already?” you ask, trying to keep the disappointment from your voice.

“Think so,” he mutters. His voice is low, rough, but it doesn’t feel dismissive. If anything, it feels like an invitation—to follow, to keep talking, to… something.

Instead, you offer a soft smile. “Guess I’ll see you later, then.”

He dips his head in a nod, stepping away from the doorframe and into the chilly night.

The walk home is quiet, the air crisp and biting against your skin. You tuck your hands into your pockets, letting your breath mist in front of you as you replay the evening in your head.

You’re not sure why you feel so unsettled. It’s not like you expected him to stay. Daryl doesn’t do parties or crowds or small talk. That’s part of who he is, and it’s part of why you like him. Still, you can’t shake the feeling that you should have said more.

You spot him just beyond the houses, leaning against one of the bare trees that line the edge of the path. He’s looking up, his face tilted toward the branches, and for a moment, you just watch him, the way he always seems to watch everyone else.

“What are you doing out here?” you ask, your voice breaking the stillness.

He turns slightly, his gaze landing on you. “Could ask you the same.”

You step closer, following his gaze to the small sprig of green dangling from one of the lower branches. It takes a second to register, but when it does, your heart skips. Mistletoe.

A laugh escapes you, nervous and too loud in the quiet night. “Huh. Did you know mistletoe’s a parasite?”

His brow furrows, and you press on, the words spilling out before you can stop them. “I mean, technically a semi-parasite. It attaches to trees and, you know… kind of takes what it needs. Pretty romantic, right?”

He’s watching you now, his lips twitching like he’s trying not to smile. “You always talk this much?”

“Only when I’m nervous,” you blurt, and the words hang in the cold air, making your cheeks burn.

Daryl tilts his head slightly, his brow furrowing in that way he does when he’s trying to figure something out. You can feel your pulse quicken under his gaze, the weight of his attention making your tongue trip over itself. “It’s just… mistletoe. And, uh… you.”

As soon as the words are out, you wish you could take them back, your eyes darting anywhere but at him. The mistletoe, the ground, the shadow his boots make on the frost-bitten earth—anything to avoid the unreadable look you’re sure is on his face.

The silence stretches, thick enough to strangle you. You almost start rambling again, desperate to fill the gap, when he clears his throat.

“Mistletoe, huh?” he mutters, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s trying not to smile.

You glance up, startled, and your breath catches. He’s still watching you, but there’s something softer in his expression now, something almost shy. He shifts his weight, his thumb hooking into his belt loop, and the small, nervous movement sends a rush of affection through you.

“Well, yeah,” you say, the words spilling out faster now, your voice breathy. “I mean, technically it’s a semi-parasite. It grows on trees, kind of… leeching off them, but in a subtle way. You know, symbiotic. It’s not entirely—”

You stop abruptly when you realize he’s taken a small step closer. Your heart pounds against your ribs, and you’re suddenly very aware of how quiet it is, just the faint rustle of the wind through the trees and the sound of your own breathing.

He’s not much taller than you, but he feels bigger somehow, his presence grounding you even as it sends your thoughts scattering. Your eyes flick to the mistletoe above, then back to his, and you swear he notices because his gaze drops—briefly—to your lips before snapping back up.

“Y/N…” he says softly, his voice rough and hesitant, like suddenly the name tastes different on his tongue suddenly.

Your breath catches again, and before you can second-guess yourself, you both move. It’s awkward at first, both of you leaning in too fast, your noses brushing in a way that makes you stifle a nervous laugh. But then his hand comes up, rough and warm against your jaw, steadying you, and suddenly the world narrows to just this—just him.

His lips meet yours, tentative and soft at first, but the moment stretches, deepens, like neither of you wants to pull away. You lean into him, your hands finding his jacket, clutching at the worn fabric like you need it to keep steady.

Daryl kisses you like he doesn’t quite know what he’s doing but doesn’t want to stop. It’s clumsy and unpracticed, and it makes your chest ache because it feels so him. Honest. Earnest.

When you finally part, you’re both breathing harder than you should be, the air between you clouding with misted breaths. His hand lingers against your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin in a way that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he murmurs, his voice low.

You feel your lips curve into a smile, the warmth blooming in your chest spilling out into your words. “Merry Christmas, Daryl.”

[junkpuppet225]

notes: Daryl can’t get enough of you. Minors DNI, language - super smut - you’re responsible for the content you consume.

Need

“I need to fuck you.” Daryl’s voice is low, barely audible in a deep growl as he sinks blunt teeth into your throat letting rough hands roam your soapy body. “…hard.”

A gasp of consent rushes from your chest as he spins you around - forcing your palms to the shower wall while he slides his knee between your thighs spreading you wide as he rests his forehead against the back of your neck, whispering how soaked you already are for him.

This is how you’ve spent the past two months, fucking any chance you get, any way you can after he caught you admiring that now ruined black dress. The first night you fell asleep in his arms, exhausted and completely spent you woke up in a panic but the desperation in his voice when he asked you not to leave him ruined you and you’ve been falling ever since.

“You’ll tell me t’stop if it’s too much?”

Just his voice alone sends a surge of pleasure through you - tightening the muscle of your heart as your head falls in a slight nod and he grazes his teeth against your skin - knowing you’ll take whatever he gives you. Daryl is a wall at your back, cock pressing hard against your ass as he slides a hand down your stomach then between your parted legs - stealing your breath as his thumb strokes your clit in slow torturous circles - bringing you further into his chest.

“Please.” You whisper grinding against his fingers as he kisses a line from your neck to your shoulder with a low groan. “Fuck, Y/N.” He pulls your back flush against his wet chest, snaking one hand possessively around your vulnerable throat while the other continues to work your clit, a low hum of pleasure building in your throat. “Daryl…, please….” You feel him shift his hips forward, just enough to slip the head of his cock inside you as you suck in a shallow breath and his fingers tighten around your throat.

“Beg me—-, fuck… Y/N…, beg me to fuck you.”

There’s a desperation in his quiet words as he gives you another inch, causing your eyes to close tightly from the feel of him as you brace yourself against the shower wall - warm water cascading over you as Daryl leans back, bringing you with him by the hand around your throat. You can already feel yourself slipping, clenching around him as he works your clit quickly with two fingers and sinks into you further. “…please Daryl…, fuck me.”

A gasp rushes from your throat as he thrust into you fully, burying his face in the bend of your shoulder with a groan before leaving you empty just to thrust into you again. Daryl lets his hand fall from your throat, palming your breast as he fucks into you deeply - hitting that perfect spot over and over again that has you seeing stars. “…feels so fuckin’ good…” He groans from behind you - slamming into you so hard your moans turn into half-pained sobs as you use the shower wall to push back into him with every savage thrust. “…don’t stop.” Like he could even if he wanted to - your pussy is like heroin to him. He fucking craves it. Daryl grabs the back of your neck - bending you like a bow to fuck into you faster.

“Taking me so good, girl. Your pussy was fuckin’ made for me.”

You come with a scream, moaning into Daryl’s palm as he slaps a hand over your mouth and fucks you harder, muffling your begging sobs as he pulls back enough to watch his dick disappear inside of you again and again - one hand still on your mouth as the other finds your waist bringing you back to him roughly, your pussy gripping him so tight his moans turn into desperate whimpers.

Fuck, he wants to come - wants to fill you fucking full but as you come down from your own release gripping the slick shower tiles he pulls out of you and spins you around suddenly, grabbing your thighs to lift you up enough to thrust into you again - locking his blue gaze on you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, digging your nails into his back as he fucks up into you desperately. “You’re gonna make me come again.” You don’t even recognize your own voice, the words running together as you lose focus and feel that tightness coiling in your core again.

“Look at me.” Daryl’s words are so soft, not demanding but practically pleading as you cling to him - crying out as another orgasm fills your soul, the edges of your vision going black as you run your fingers into the back of his wet hair, begging him in a garbled moan to come inside of you. “…fuck Y/N—-fuck.” Daryl holds your gaze as he comes with a deep groan, warmth flooding inside of you as his body slumps into yours - burying his face in the bend of your shoulder as you try to take in air.

“I love you.”

Your eyes go wide at his soft words as he drags air into his own lungs, kissing your throat before finally pulling away to help you to your feet. “Daryl?” You love him too, your heart racing as he lifts his eyes to you slowly, chewing on his bottom lip as he finally shuts off the water - pushing your hair back from your face as his mouth finds yours. “I love you.” He says again, louder this time against your lips as you jerk your head back - searching his vulnerable gaze. “I love you too.”

The smile he gives you sets your soul on fire.

“Yer mine, ya know that right?”

You nod, assuring him always before he’s kissing you again.

[thesilvertheorist]

• Simp!Carl drabble •

Masterlist

carl grimes is a simp confirmed

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Okay so I feel like carl is always super attentive to you, he never lets you go without – even in times of extreme hardship in the group. He’ll always give you the bigger share of snacks he finds, running over to find you when he finds an untouched chocolate bar that the two of you can split then and there, your little ritual when on runs. He’ll offer you that infectious smile of his and turn what was supposed to be a serious supply run into a giggle fest that has you thanking your stars you have him.

I feel like Carl’s default ways to show his love are through acts of service and physical affection. He’s constantly handling things for you, without you asking. He’ll clean the mud and mulch off your boots, fold your laundry, peel and cut fruit up for you (in a wonky fashion), he’ll clean your weapons – taking extra care to get into the crevices and mechanisms (regardless of struggling with a slightly [unintentional] heavy hand). He wants to spend his time making your life easier.

He always keeps his eye out for you when on runs, picking up things he knows you can use. He knows how much you value having a shower, especially after being covered in walker blood or muck more often than not. He’ll search for toiletries and shampoos for you (hoping you’ll invite him to shower with you so he can share the products and smell like you).

I know that Carl adores physical touch. When the two of you were younger, you’d hook your pinky fingers together before progressing to holding hands – a silent promise to stay close and stay alive. He’ll nudge you for love all the time, prompting you with his own. He’s definitely all for distracting you with kisses so that you break concentration and shower him with love. He loves to be in your space and definitely likes to be close enough to whisper stupid inside jokes to you, jumping on any available opportunity to make you laugh.

He likes to keep the details of your relationship mostly private (excluding Michonne), but is hellbent on solidifying to anyone and everyone that he’s yours and you’re his. He’s not particularly possessive, but he is jealous – in the ‘they don’t deserve to lay eyes on you’ way. He gets pissed when he sees other people looking at you with intent, and he is not quiet or reserved about those feelings.

Carl loves to think of himself as yours, he’ll do anything you ask of him first time:

“Carl, sweetheart, can you open this for me?” you’d ask your boyfriend who was sat at the kitchen table, feeding Judith some apple slices. “Do you even need to ask?” he’d smile back over to you, taking the jar from your hands. [Carl would struggle to open the jar but pretend as if he were joking, the second you turned your back he’d give the lid a quick tap on the counter and open it up immediately afterwards – pretending that he had it open all along] [Carl, presenting you with a now opened jar, proud smirk on his face] “Here” “Thank you, pretty boy” you’d reply, refusing to admit that you’d already had that jar opened and closed it again to let this scene play out.

[3am, stormy night in Alexandria] “Carl,” you’d nudge your boyfriend, checking to see if he’s awake. “Mm?” he’d respond all groggy, still half asleep. “I think I left my boots on the porch,” you’d begin, unable to finish your sentence because Carl had already kissed you on the forehead and gone downstairs to bring your boots inside. [Carl, coming back into bed, wet through] “Don’t worry about it, angel, I’ve sorted it”

You’d come back home for your break between a double shift on watch and accidentally fall asleep on the sofa after placing your weapons on the coffee table in front of you. You’d wake up after hearing small rumblings and clicks, wondering what on earth could be going on, you’d reach for your gun which…isn’t there. You’d look around before noticing Carl sat in the armchair to the side of you, cleaning your gun with an immense amount of concentration. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you” he’d whisper, concentration broken. “No no, I’m glad you’re here,” you assure, readjusting to get comfortable, “I can finish that up if you’re busy.” [Wounded puppy Carl, softly] “But...I like doing this for you…” “I like when you do too, carry on, pretty boy.”

Carl is eagerly desperate for any attention that you’ll give him. He hates when your thoughts don’t involve him, he wants to be the object of your affection all the time. He adores you, he wants to be the source of your happiness, to be the one to make your life worth living – just as you have done for him. Essentially, I’m definitely of the opinion that he feels equally indebted to and enamoured with you as he’s forever grateful for the time you share with him. He thinks of you as the person who brought him back from the worst place imaginable, the only one who could, his angel – his lifeline.

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and that's on carl being raised right - ty aunt carol and aunt maggie

[fluffy-dixon]

I'm not tired

Daryl Dixon x Fem reader drabble No warnings just fluff

In the cozy confines of your shared home in Alexandria, you sat on the well-worn sofa, anticipation humming through your veins. Daryl, the rugged hunter, had been out tracking, his absence leaving an ache in your chest. Unlike his usual motorcycle rides, today he’d ventured on foot, and you couldn’t rely on the distant rumble of an engine to herald his return.

An hour later, the scrape of boots against the wooden floor announced his arrival. Daryl stepped in, his eyes lighting up as they met yours. Gear clattered to the ground, forgotten, as you enveloped him in a tight hug. He lifted you effortlessly, your legs winding around his waist, and nestled into your embrace. His smile pressed against your chest, a silent confession of longing.

“I’ve missed you,” he mumbled, words barely forming as he rested into your chest, shortly followed by a sigh of relief.

“You sound tired, my love,” you teased gently.

His response was immediate, stubborn: “I’m not.” Daryl was a night owl, sleep a rarity for him, yet somehow your presence always worked its magic. You guided him to the sofa—a nest of blankets, cushions, and scavenged pillows from various runs. He hesitated, those piercing blue eyes studying you.

“I know what you’re trying to do, woman,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. But he settled next to you, sinking into the warmth of the cushions. As he did, you brushed a stray lock of hair behind his ear, your fingers tracing the rugged contours of his face—the sharp jawline, the faint stubble. His eyes fluttered closed, and the crackling fire painted shadows on the walls.

“Tell me about today,” you murmured, your voice a soothing balm. “What did you find out there?”

His half-smile spoke volumes. “Same shit, different day—brought two deer back.” You listened as he recalled moments from his day, your fingers never still, threading patterns through his hair. Each stroke seemed to unravel the knots of tension, pulling him closer to the edge of slumber.

Ten minutes slipped by, and his breathing grew deeper, more rhythmic. The lines etched on his face softened, and you marvelled at the vulnerability he allowed only in these quiet moments. His head rested on your lap, and you continued your gentle movements—the soft strokes down his back.

And then, unexpectedly, he snored—a low, rumbling sound that made you chuckle. You draped a cozy blanket over him, tucking it around his shoulders, and settled back into the sofa. The fire’s warmth cocooned you both, and you opened your book, the pages rustling like leaves in the wind. You were content, as much as one could be in an apocalypse. The man you loved, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your thigh, the fire crackling, while you lost yourself in the pages of your book, stealing glances at his peaceful face now and then.

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Sorry I've been quiet, Life shit.

Will be updating my masterlist for you all later.

All my love, thank you for your support while I have been AFK.

[twigg96]

Don’t Push It

Pairing: Daryl x GN! Reader

Era: Alexandria (Pre-Season 8)

Pronouns: You/They/Them

Warning: Crack, Eugene being a perv, Angy Daryl, Protective Daryl, insinuated spicy scene, forgiveness of Eugene

A/N:

Hello lovelies. I would like to state that I think Eugene is a very unique character and I adore him in a very special way. I have many HCs about him and might release them eventually but for now please enjoy this fic. I just wanted to state for the fact I do not hate Eugene even though I placed him in a not fantastic light here!

The warm summer air buzzed with excitement in the Alexandrian homestead. Gardens were planted in the early spring and only now were starting to begin to produce flowers and food that the community so desperately needed. The sweet smell of earth's nectarous vegetables and fruit mixed with that of fresh cut grass, a scent you had never known you would ever miss so much in the apocalypse. It was a smell so heavenly you wished you could bottle it up.

Sitting on the garden wall with one of your freshly picked winnings you perched your leg up, resting your elbow on your thigh to help stretch out your aching back.

“Hell of a harvest.” Abraham murmured wiping a thick layer of sweat from his brow.

“Might be too much to use at one time…” Sasha sighed shaking her head examining the bounty standing next to Abraham. She stared down at the bushels of veggies and fruits the community had grown counting out loud. "It would all go bad before we'd use it all..."

“Could can it. Could make good jam and preserves.” You suggested taking a bite of the veggie you held in your hand.

“Or dry ‘em out.” Daryl murmured popping out of the crops covered in soil as your boyfriend tossed another bushel of carrots onto the pile.

“Could rehydrate them in stews or jest eat them like jerky.” A hum of affirmation rolled through the group as you all eyed the feast sitting in front of you. No matter what you chose, Alexandria was going to be well fed for a long time.

Glancing over your shoulder at footsteps crunching down the gravel pathway towards the gardens toward you and your group, your first instinct was to tense and prepare yourself for the worst. This world had hardened you. Made you jumpy and pessimistic.

His eyes plastered to the rocks beneath his feet you felt your body recoil. Eugene had never been someone who made you feel comfortable to be around. He always eyed you a little too closely, analytically. And this time as you saw Eugene trudge in as if with a purpose and a mission not even bothering to acknowledge Abraham or Sasha as they greeted him, you felt more like prey in his sights in his eyes than ever before.

Your stomach sank as his intent gaze turned from the ground onto you. He eyed you as if you were a science project he was so desperately trying to get ready for a middle school science fair. Or maybe an ameba that he was studying under a microscope desperate to understand. Your breath felt heavy in your lungs when you looked at him, so you turned your gaze to your fresh breath of air. To Daryl who all but shot Eugene with his glare. The scientist pissed him off in a way way too many could. He made him feel dumb and insignificant. He asked him questions to deliberately make Daryl feel stupid and uneducated. A nerve that the Dixon was very sensitive with and thus you were very protective of.

You shifted where you sat on your perch upon the wall watching as Eugene took his place right in front of you, just a tad too close for comfort.

"Hello... I'd like to formally request a private audience with you." The doctor's thick southern accent did not accompany his attempt at "proper communication" well. Instead he just sounded like he was parodying Shakespeare to a point it was painful and inappropriate. But that was Eugene... and he was in fact inelegant in some aspects... but profoundly knowledgeable in most so you let it slide in some cases.

This one however had you cocking your head and raising your brow in a sort of amusement at him.

"Private audience? What do you think I am now Eugene?" You teased. The doctor nodded, his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly, staring at the ground in thought for a mere second before meeting your eyes once more.

"Someone worthy of it... a monarch... a deity even." He mused. Sitting up straight in surprise you glanced behind the portly man to see Abraham pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

"God damn it Eugene..." The red head hummed with a giggle from Sasha by his side. Daryl however did not seem amused by any of what was going on. His glare planted firmly in the middle of Eugene's back.

"Shut up Abraham." Eugene bit out harshly.

"I said I wanted ta talk ta them in private... so get out." He ordered pointing down the path he just came up.

Abraham rolled his eyes and sighed his mustache fluttering with the act. But he didn't move. Instead he his hand wound tight around Sasha's, his eyes meeting yours, silently reading your face. He was friends with Eugene, yes. Best friends even. But that wouldn't stop him from kicking his shit in if he ever made someone uncomfortable, especially someone he considered a friend. But you just shrugged offering Abraham a little smile. It was Eugene... what's the worst that could happen?

Abraham didn't seem to like that answer.

"Nah... We're stayin'." He growled glaring at the back of Eugene's head.

"Can't fucking tell me what to god damn do." He hissed with Sasha nodding by his side.

"Damn right. We were here working..." She hissed crossing her arms over her chest. Rolling his eyes Eugene gestured for you to follow walking a few steps down the path.

"They ain't comin'." Daryl growled defensively, making Eugene jump nearly a foot in the air as he turned to stare wide eyed at the archer then back at you who hadn't moved an inch.

"Daryl's right Eugene..." You hummed sending your archer a loving look that only somewhat softened the bristles on the man.

"I'm here to work even if I'm here on break right now. I can't just walk away... and really whatever you have to say... you should be able to say to my face with everyone else around." You said more confidently than you currently felt.

Waffling on his feet for a moment Eugene murmurs soft and low to himself. So low in fact that you couldn't hear what he was saying beyond your name and privacy. You did however hear Abraham and Sasha murmur to themselves about finding some serious 'help' for the poor guy. Maybe medication or a trip to Dr. Denise later when the gnome of a man looked back up at you, determined once more.

"Fine." He stated walking to stand back in front of you. Somehow even closer this time so he was between your crisscrossed legs.

"I'll just condense what I had to say down to it's bare essentials, since we are in a public place. Much like how you would distil ingredients for some chemical bonds." He drawled. Closing your eyes you scrubbed your face but nodded.

"Sure Eugene..."

Whatever... You think.

"What's up?"

Taking a deep breath he steps closer so that he was pressed up against the wall which you sat, clearing his throat he met your eyes staring at you as if you were the cure for cancer.

"I just think yer the bee's knees." He mused.

Awe that's actually pretty sweet... You think, your shoulders relaxing and a soft smile gracing your lips.

"I'd very much like ta lay you out like a firm steak and pound you out on the counter top until your soft and tender." He said smirking up at you with all the confidence as if he had just solved world hunger... even going as far as to lay his hands on the wall on either side of your thighs.

You gasped completely appalled staring back down at him, completely shocked and mortified you blinked and shook your head. Truly you were not entirely certain you had just heard him correctly. And by the looks on friends' and more importantly boyfriend's faces it seemed they weren't sure about what they heard either.

"I want to split you open and eat you like Sunday dinner after church."

WHAT THE FUCK?!

Your mind defrosted. You'd definitely heard him right that time.

What the fuck? WHAT. THE. FUCK?! What gave him that idea?

One glance back you nearly broke into tears. With laughter and embarrassment. Abraham stood eyes wide, mouth agape staring at Eugene like he was the missing link. Beet red you couldn't tell if it was because he was royally pissed or if he was just as embarrassed as you felt.

Sasha glared. She glared hard with intent. You had a feeling if Abraham didn't have her wrist in his hand she might have slapped the ever loving shit out of Eugene.

But then Daryl... God Daryl was unreadable. He looked somewhere torn between murderous and betrayed. It had taken you months to get Daryl back out of his shell after everything on the road... after the prison. If it weren't for you and Rick... He might not be in Alexandria at all. Your heart broke. A cold fear fell upon your shoulders. Daryl could fall back into it. Retract. Leave.

In your thoughts you'd missed what Eugene had been saying. He just kept talking... and talking... and talking. He always did. But this time was different, it was vile, filthy degrading things coming from his mouth. Things that made you angry and sickened and embarrassed.

"-tell you about how I could use my knowledge of science in the bedroom. I am smarter than you in everyway which is a huge turn on."

Enough...

"Oh and don't get me started on-"

Shut up...

"You should let me-"

Glaring daggers at Eugene you stood on the edge of the wall, now a full body height taller than him. Not that he seemed to mind one bit. Creep.

"Shut the fuck up." You hissed, feeling dirty as he nodded greedily at you. Hopping off the wall you landed on your feet beside him. Grabbing him by the collar you shoved him hard into the wall knocking his head into the the rocks. The shiver of pleasure that ran through him made your skin crawl.

"Let me get this through your thick fucking skull." You hissed getting into his face. "I do not want to have sex with you. I will never want to have sex with you." You growled shoving against him. But instead of an immediate pleasured sound he seemed to just examine you once more.

That is until you felt the presence shift behind you from emptiness to tense and protective. A dirty calloused hand gripped your forearm pulling you back a step to stand behind the archer's back to see his wings.

"They ain't gonna repeat it... but I sure as fuck will." Daryl growled stepping up nose to nose with Eugene.

"Don’t fuckin’ push yer luck. Stay the fuck away from 'em. If I ever see you houndin' round them again... I'll beat yer ass." He hiss tilting his head threateningly.

Eugene shivered and shook. His eyes wide in terror searching for yours and Abraham's for what you could only assume was assistance. But as you stood there, feeling not a drop of empathy for him, Abraham and Sasha came to stand beside you. Slamming his hand into the wall beside Eugene's head Daryl huffed.

"Hell if I even get wind of you comin' near them again and it's not for somethin' life or death. I'll beat your ass." Shoving away from the wall Daryl eyed Eugene with a shake of his head, distaste dripping from his expression.

"Ya think yer such a big man. Can do whatever the hell ya like jest cause ya can throw a few big words round... ya ain't shit. Now fuck off." He hissed walking over to you wrapping his arm around your waist. A dark angry look filled Eugene's eyes. One that sent shivers down your spine and creep to hide behind Daryl once more.

"You think just because you have strength that they are attracted to you. But you are an ignoramus a-" His rant was short lived. Daryl only had to move slightly, pretending to pull back in preparation to punch Eugene before the doctor was scurrying down the path faster than anyone had ever seen him move before.

"I'm gonna have a real stern talk with him... Excuse me" Abraham sighed scrubbing his hand down his face as he followed down the path to follow his friend. Sasha however waffled her feet her eyes flicking between Daryl and you.

"I'm going to just... go harvest... over there if you need me." She said awkwardly moving to the other side of the garden where she could very much still hear and see you both.

Slowly Daryl turned to face you his eyes glimmering with something dark and dangerous.

"Daryl..." You whispered shaking your head softly a pout playing on your lips. Slowly Daryl's fingers curled and unfurled around the nothingness that was the air. His piercing blues scanned down your body sending a shiver down your spine. You opened your mouth a breath was all you could take before his hand shot out and gripped your neck backing you into the wall he looked down at you with an intensity that brought goosebumps to your skin.

"He do this before? He hurt you?" Daryl growled protectively. His grip on your skin wasn't tight. But inviting and comforting. Reaching up to his wrist you felt him release his hold. Bringing his hand up to your lips slowly you kiss his knuckles then the palm of his hand.

"My love..." You whispered. "I would have told you in a heartbeat if anyone came near me."

Daryl watched you. Studied your actions. His hand relaxing against your lips. Fingers unfurling to take up your cheek and hold it as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Fuckin better have.” He whispered softly. His eyes meeting yours. A deep yearning sucking you in as he met your lips, wrapping his arm around your waist possessively. Pulling you tight to his body you felt his need press into your hip. His tongue tangling with yours before trailing down your lips and jaw to the soft spot on your neck.

His breath caught in his throat. Words going unsaid Daryl pulled away glancing down the path Eugene and Abraham had just walked down. The soft glint in his eyes melting back into a hateful tone.

“Hey…” You whisper. “how about we go for a ride?” You ask interlocking your fingers in his. Cocking a brow Daryl simply blinked at you.

“Yeah. Why not?” You ask smiling up at him. “We can. Grab our gear from the house. Go to Aaron’s get some supplies. Tell Rick and make a week of it. How’s that sound. Just us outside the walls for a week?”

Lifting the side of his thumb to his mouth Daryl chewed and picked at it for several minutes, glancing over to where Sasha had wandered off to.

“Would you like that?” You whisper stepping forward slowly. Reaching up you wrapped your fingers around his wrist gently caressing your thumb across his skin, gentling his hand back to your side away from his mouth. Blue eyes met yours and you couldn’t help but swallow the thick nothing that got caught in your throat.

“Yeah…” He murmured. “Yeah let’s get the hell outta here.”

The ride to no where was soothing for the both of you. The rumble of the bike both lulled you into calm and ushered in a heat neither of you could ignore. Holding tight to Daryl’s middle your hands roaming did nothing to help the situation. The first safe place you found became the loudest once secured.

Scratch marks adorned your back. Sweat dripped down both your skin as you pressed your lips together. Murmuring of I love yous all throughout the night.

When you both returned a week later. Throughly happy, pleasured, relaxed and with treasures a plenty for Alexandria; Eugene, Abraham, and Sasha stood alongside Rick at the entrance. Daryl looked back at you. Waiting for your blessing before turning off the bike. Patting his side you nodded. You’d hear them out.

“I… would like to throughly express my apologies.” Eugene said softly, waffling his feet. “I acted irrationally and inappropriately. That was completely unacceptable. I hope we can continue to be friends.” He finished, glancing to Sasha and Abraham.

Sighing you glanced to Daryl. The murderous glint and anger was gone. Though he was waiting. Watching. He was watching you. Waiting on your reaction as much as you were watching his.

“I forgive you.” You say turning to Eugene, hugging Daryl tight around his middle. “I forgive you but I’m not happy with you.” A relief washed over Eugene though he nodded a serious look to his face.

“Understood. I have crossed a line I should never have crossed. It will not happen again.” He murmured. Hugging Daryl softly as if soothing a growling guard dog you smiled. “Good.”

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Idk why, but I've really been loving the idea of Daryl proposing to reader recently. Like, he was just gonna pop the question in the confines of their own home, but maybe while on a hunt, the reader successfully tracks down and kills a deer on her own without Daryl's help, and while she's excitedly rambling about the fact that she finally did it on her own, Daryl just looks at her and thinks, "yeah, this is the girl I wanna marry," and then unexpectedly just says "marry me". He pulls a ring out and everything. Fluff all the way!

Thank you so much if you write this, but don't feel pressured to! You don't have to write something you don't want to. I completely understand either way. I appreciate you nonetheless 💜

❝ Marry Me ❞

pairing Daryl Dixon x F! Reader

cw killing a deer and some walkers

1.7k words

note this was such a cute idea and i loved writing it so much! i hope you like it and it fits the vision you had! =]

“What’s on your mind, baby?” You asked sleepily, running your fingers through his soft hair as his head rested comfortably on your chest. 

“Nothin’,” he lied. He hated lying to you, but he didn’t know how to go about popping the question. Now would have been a nice time, with two of you cuddled comfortably on the couch in the privacy of your own home. Moments like these were some of his favorites with you and adding the memory of a marriage proposal to them would only make these moments better. But for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wasn’t scared you’d say no, in fact he would have bet his life on you saying yes. Yet, each time, the words kept dying on his tongue and the ring weighed heavily in his pocket. 

“You can tell me anything, you know that, right?” You insisted. He looked up at you sweetly and muttered an ‘I know.’ You gave him a sad smile, wishing he’d tell you what he was thinking, but respecting his decision not to. 

“I love you, Daryl,” you said dreamily. This was it, the perfect segue into a proposal. He sat up properly and felt around in his pockets for the ring. The words were just about to leave his mouth, but the tired yawn that escaped you interrupted him. 

“G’nite,” you muttered as you dozed off. Daryl would never not be amazed at how fast you could go from being wide awake one minute to falling asleep in the next. He pulled the ring out of his pocket and fiddled with the shiny piece of jewelry. It was a small, elegant ring with a fairly thin band and diamond right in the center. Whoever had originally bought it had to have paid a fair amount of money for it, but stuff like that didn’t matter now. Even though you would say yes without a ring, he still wanted to do something nice for you because you deserved it. The weeks of examining the hands of every walker he killed and searching through abandoned cars and buildings all became worth it once he found the perfect ring for you. But somehow, that was the easy part. Finding the right words at the right moment was proving difficult as every minute he wasn’t married to you passed by. He sighed to himself and tucked the ring back into his pocket, disappointed that yet another opportunity slipped by. 

He gently lifted you from the couch, taking extra care not to wake you from your peaceful sleep. He carried you up the stairs and into your shared bedroom before pulling back the comforter and sheets and tucking you in. He slid into the bed beside you and you gravitated toward his warmth like you usually did. He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Love you, too.” 

The sun blooming over the horizon created an orangey hue across the clear sky, illuminating the once dark forest. It became easier to see the tracks of the deer you’ve been tracking since dark morning. Hunting wasn’t something you did before the dead started rising, but it quickly became a necessary skill to have and thankfully, you had Daryl to show you the ropes. He even showed you how to use his crossbow once when you joined him on a hunt way back at the prison. That same day you learned that you preferred a hunting rifle. In return, you shared with him the medical knowledge you had from being a paramedic. The quid pro quo relationship you had with the hunter slowly grew into something more deep and meaningful over time. 

Finally, after hours of following the tracks imprinted in the damp earth, you came across a clearing where the doe stood. You aimed the rifle at her, careful not to make any noise and scare her off. Through the scope, you pointed the weapon at the place Daryl taught you to in order to ethically kill it. Just as you were about to press your finger to the trigger, you noticed walkers approaching the doe. Their loud groans and clumsy footsteps spooked her, sending her running into the forest just at the same time you fired your shot. 

“Goddamn walkers!” You cursed. You put the safety on your rifle and hung it on your shoulder by the strap. Unsheathing your knife, you entered the clearing and approached the undead beings. You put them both down once they approached you and cleaned your knife on your jeans before putting it back into its sheath. Red blood contrasting on the green grass caught your eye. It belonged to the doe, meaning your shot actually landed and she could be somewhere wounded, or even dead. Excitement increased your heart rate as you followed her blood trail. This was the closest you’ve come to killing a deer on your own. You’ve managed smaller kills, like squirrels, before, but never a deer! You couldn’t tell if you were more excited about actually killing the deer or seeing Daryl’s reaction, but either way you were giddy. 

After trekking about a half mile in the direction the doe fled, you finally found her lying in the greenery having succumbed to your shot. You were beaming with happiness as you effortlessly picked her up and carried her across your shoulders. You’ve carried people heavier than her out in the field during your paramedic days. 

Daryl nervously fiddled with the ring as leaned over the railing of the front porch, smoking a cigarette. He hated how hopeless he felt when it came to actually proposing to you. With how long the two of you have been together romantically, the ability to propose should have come to him naturally. He knew there was nothing to be nervous about and that he was just psyching himself out and he should just ask you to marry him already. But every time it felt like the right moment to, that feeling was gone once he started digging around in his pocket for the ring. 

The sight of you walking toward the house with a big smile on your face and a deer draped over your shoulders snapped him from his thoughts. Maybe it was just the sun shining from behind you, but you were absolutely glowing.

“Daryl!” You shouted excitedly as you increased your walk into a small jog. You set the deer down before hurrying up the porch stairs. He put out his cigarette before you excitedly jumped into his arms, embracing him like you haven’t seen him in months. 

“Guess what!” You said as you reluctantly pulled away from the hug. 

“Wha?” Based on the deer laying at the base of the stairs he was sure he could tell what happened, but you looked so happy and he wanted to share your excitement and hear you tell him yourself. 

“I finally killed a deer! All on my own!” A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as pride swelled in his chest. He remembered when he took you hunting with him the first time. You were the one who wanted to go with him and "see what he does when he's off to who knows where for who knows how long." When he finally did, you complained about how boring it was and how all you were doing was looking at dirt and not seeing any animals. But now, here you were with a deer you had hunted all on your own. 

"I had been tracking it since way earlier this morning and I almost thought I wasn't gonna catch it but then I saw it in a clearing and so I was gonna shoot it but then walkers got in my way like they usually do, those annoying sons of bitches, and then the deer ran but I had shot at it so then I followed the blood..."

Daryl stared at you in awe as you rambled on about your adventure. The sense of pride and adoration he felt whenever he looked at you, but now especially was overwhelming. You were perfect in every way and he'd be damned if he went another second without being your husband. 

"...and then I found it further in the woods and I was just so excited that I finally caught a whole entire deer all on my own for the v—"  

"Marry me!" he blurted out suddenly. 

"Huh?" You blinked at him in confusion, not sure if you heard him right. As if he suddenly remembered something, he patted all his pockets until he felt the one with the ring in it and pulled it out. The sparkle of the diamond in the sunlight caught your eye. 

"Will ya marry me?" he repeated, this time holding out the ring to you. He lowered himself to one knee, still holding out the ring. Your eyes filled with tears, happy tears, and you held out your left hand to him. 

"Of course!" you said as he slid the ring onto your fourth finger. It fit almost perfectly. As soon as he stood up from his position on the floor, you jumped into his arms. He caught you and held you tight as you peppered kisses all over his face. He set you back down onto your feet and held your face in his big warms hands, wiping away your tears away with his thumbs. 

"I'm so proud of ya fer catchin' that deer all by yerself." The smile that graced his face was contagious. 

"Learned from the best," you said, smiling up at him. He leaned down and you met him halfway in a kiss. 

"Can't wait to skin this deer with my wife," he said once he pulled away from the kiss. 

"Ooh," you exclaimed, giddy at the new title, "Can't wait to eat some venison with my husband!" 

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Marry Me

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Daryl proposes to you under the stars (Established relationship. Setting- Alexandria)

Word Count: 712

Comments: I just wanna write endless fluffy fics for Daryl 💕

The evening breeze carried a feeling of peacefulness as you and Daryl sat outside. This had become routine for the two of you, after a long run or a day's hunt, you’d enjoy a quiet breath of fresh air together. The light from the porch lantern cast a soft glow over the both of you as Daryl meticulously cleaned his crossbow, each movement practised and methodical. 

You, perched up on the porch railing, stared at the clear night sky. You’d always found solace in the stars, sparkling way above you, not affected by any of the horrors down here on earth. You almost envied them, so removed from everything, but if you hadn’t faced the uncertainty of this world you wouldn’t be here, with the man you love. 

The amount of times Daryl had cleaned his crossbow allowed him to keep his eyes on you as he worked. His gaze was filled with nothing short of adoration as he watched the starlight dance across your skin. To be truthful, if he could spend eternity watching you gaze at the stars he’d be a very happy man. Deciding this was the perfect moment to break the comforting silence, he uttered two of the most important words he’d ever said. ‘Marry me.’ 

Instantly bringing your attention away from the sky you looked to Daryl, finding him watching you with a soft smile. His request settled around you, making the night air warmer as you felt a grin gradually spreading across your face. You hopped down from the railing and crossed the short distance of the porch to stand in front of Daryl. His eyes never leaving your face, he looked at you as if you were his whole world. You were sure the look on your own face was a mirror of his. 

You’d face everything you'd been through all over again if it meant you’d end up here, in this moment. You knew you’d do anything for the man in front of you, and couldn’t fathom a life without him.

You gently cupped his face with your hand, ‘You sure you wanna marry me D?’ You couldn’t help but ask, though you were sure of the certainty behind his words. 

‘Yeah,’ he responded without a second thought. The corners of his mouth lifted even higher as he added, ‘never been more sure of somethin’.’ He cupped one of your hands in his and tilted his head to place a delicate kiss on your palm. 

You always knew you’d spend the rest of your life with Daryl but hearing him so sure and eager to do so caused happiness to overwhelm every fibre of your being. It was so overwhelming that you couldn’t stop the tears that slowly rolled down your face. 

Daryl, ever the man of few words, spoke through his actions. Putting his crossbow to the side he stood up, his eyes stayed glued to yours. He brought his calloused hands up to tenderly cradle your cheeks, using his thumbs to delicately wipe your tears away.

‘Marrying me that bad huh? Didn’t think ya’d cry,’ he jested quietly as he rested his forehead against your own. You laughed quietly with him.

Saying yes to Daryl was as easy as breathing, ‘I’m just so happy and being Mrs Dixon is everything I could ever want,’ you confessed whilst lovingly wrapping your arms around his neck. Fireflies had circled around the two of you, as if the stars themselves had fallen to witness this moment of love that had survived the apocalypse.  

‘Good, because I dunno what I would’ve done with this if you’d of said no.’ He pulled out a simple silver ring from his pocket. It was perfect, not too flashy, just a perfect reminder of the connection between the two of you.

Time seemed to stretch around you as he carefully slipped the ring onto your finger, the weight of its significance settled into your heart. Life was no longer about surviving, it was about building a future together. As you gazed into Daryl’s eyes, gratitude washed over you, thinking about how lucky you were. You knew the stars you loved to stare at didn’t contain all the answers, but in Daryl’s eyes you saw a galaxy shining just for you. 

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saw your open requests for twd and had to send something 😈🙏

idek what i want, if u do x readers maybe a daryl x reader during s3 in the prison? readers upset daryl left w his brother. he comes back and theres some angsty stuff? hurt w comfort.

if you dont do x readers a fluffy platonic carol x daryl oneshot in the same prison era. ty bbg. 💜

Daryl Dixon x POC Reader || Ain’t No Place Like You

SouthernBelle!Reader, DUMBASS!Daryl || angst, apologies, kiss sweeter than the sweetest tea, hurt, comfort, happy ending - no smut, poc traits

Set in TWD S3 - The Prison

Summary: You swore you wouldn’t chase after a man who didn’t want to be caught—but Daryl Dixon wasn’t just anyone. When he walks away with Merle after Woodbury without a word, you follow your heart into the cold Georgia woods day after day, determined to find him. What you don’t expect is for him to come back first. Now you’re face-to-face with the man who broke your heart, and he’s got something to say—if he can get the words out.

The woods were too quiet for comfort; the sound of crickets and frogs reminding you once again that you're no longer behind the safe, strong walls of your condo. You pressed your back against a tree, a ray of sunlight breaking through the canopy to cast an ethereal glow across your dark skin. The way you bit your lip was sure to leave marks when you released the skin, your breath puffing out in misty huffs as salty tears ran down your face. Georgia winters didn't give much a damn about the sleeveless vest that you'd nabbed from Daryl's cell, or the way your boots pinched with every step as the chill bit its way to your toes.

It was uncomfortable, but turning back wasn't an option. Not till you found him. Daryl. The man you thought was your soulmate.

"Screw you, Dixon," you muttered under your breath—gentle, soft-spoken voice carrying an unnatural bite. "You got some damn nerve runnin off like that."

You could still see it—Daryl walking away with Merle after the mess at Woodbury, eyes unreadable, but lips pressed thin through the smoke. Not a word to not, not a touch, not as much as a glance. Just turned his back and left. After everything.

You sniffled, brushing another stubborn tear away. "Selfish, stupid, stubborn—"

The snap of a twig catches your attention. It's loud, almost like it was intentional. You whip around, pistol aimed at whatever had walked up behind you.

“You done hollerin at the trees, or you wanna yell at me proper?”

You froze. It was him. After days of searching, praying, hoping for his return, he was just there like nothing had happened. You hated how the tug in your heart had more tears spilling through those pretty lashes, or how your legs went weak at the sight of him safe. Your heart leapt and ached all at once, Daryl standing just a few feet away, crossbow slung lazily over his shoulder like it always was.

Those blue eyes squinted like he wasn't sure you were real, but his expression softened when he noticed that you were crying. You noticed and turned away, holstering your gun just to do something with your hands. Something to keep them from trembling. "D-Daryl?" You said through shuddering breaths, your chest feeling like it might crack. "I been lookin' all over for you."

He rubbed the back of his neck, guilt painting his features. "Didn't reckon anyone would. Ain't like I'm a celeb around here..."

Was he truly that clueless?

You turned again, damn the tears, damn the heaving in your chest. Your brows pull together and you step forward. "Are you fucking serious right now? After everythin we been through, you just walk off? No goodbye, no nothin, and now you wanna act like it don't matter one bit?"

"I just- ain't good at that talkin crap," he muttered the excuse, looking away with pink tinging his cheeks. "Merle needed me anyway."

"Merle?" You blurt before you can stop the incredulous laugh that spilled from your lips. "What about me?" Your sweet voice cracked, all sugar and spice. "I needed you too, Daryl. I need you. Right now."

He flinched like you'd hit him, and you were starting to wish you did. "Don't say that." He shook his head, running a hand down his face.

"Why the hell not?" Your accent thickened with every angry syllable, the hurt and sharpness returning just as quickly as it had gone. The kind that came from loving too hard with nothing in return. "You think I don't see you? Ain't just some pretty little girl sittin back waitin on a man to rescue her. Wasn't like that when you met me, sure as hell ain't now." You brush a wet curl from your face, the course hair getting trapped on a teardrop that hadn't completed its descent down your chin and onto his vest. "I fought beside you. Bled beside you. Thought we shared some real...moments. And you just- you left."

When he looked at you again, his eyes were rimmed red, and not just from the cold. "Nobody's ever gave a damn if I was around or not, 'cept maybe Merle because he's family. But you...you made it real hard to stay gone. I just-"

"Then why'd you leave?" You raised a hand to stop him from contuing. It was all pointless. The damage was done.

"Didn't know how to stay." He took a few slow, careful steps toward you like you would spook and run if he moved too fast. "Cause it scared the hell outta me. What I felt. What I still feel." His voice dropped, low but soft, yet rough as worn leather. "You talk all sweet like honey, got a backbone made of steel, and you still look at me like I'm somethin worth keepin. No one's ever done that before. 's terrifying."

You blink in disbelief, brown eyes carrying something unreadable to him. Your vision went blurry again and another warm stream of tears fell from your eyes. "You are worth keepin, no matter what you think about it. Worth the pain I went through when I thought you weren't comin back, but you don't get to run and hide every time things get hard."

"I know," he nodded, reaching out to test the waters, calloused fingertips brushing your hand. "I know I messed up, but I'm here now. That count for anything?"

You hesitate like you have to think about it. Like the answer isn't obvious. Like you weren't his the second you saw him again. You reach out a manicured hand to pull grab his jacket, pulling him close. "Only if you ain't ever plannin on leavin me again."

"I ain't leavin no time soon, promise ya that," he nodded. "Not unless you tell me to."

You revel in the warmth that his presence brings you and press your head to his chest, voice barely above a whisper. "Lord help me, Daryl...I oughta slap the color from your skin and kiss you all in the same damn breath."

He let out a shaky chuckle, finally allowing himself to pleasure of engulfing you in a hug so tight you're positive it could collapse a lung. "Wouldn't blame ya for either."

You wrap your arms around him, and the dam finally breaks. The sobs wrack your body before you can stop them, years of fear and loss and love crashing through. He held you through it all, feeling oddly happy despite the tightness in his chest at being the cause. Did he want to make you cry? Never. Did it feel good to be wanted this much? Absolutely.

"I missed you," you breathed through a choppy inhale. "Every day you were gone, I was scared I'd never see you again."

"I missed you too," he replied, fingers pushing past your hairline at the nape of your neck. It reminded you of plenty nights before where he eased you to sleep that way--fingers slipping beneath your bonnet to gently scratch at your scalp, slowly, lovingly. He hadn't said the words, but his actions spoke louder than anything he could muster.

You leaned back just enough to see his face, pretty brown eyes meeting his blue ones. "Then come with me to the prison. To our home...our people. To me."

He nodded once, then pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. "Yeah. Yeah, let's go home."

. . . . . . . .

It was later when you two stepped through the gates of the prison, the extra wire unraveled by a shocked but delighted Glenn. It felt smaller now...safer too, with the comfort of Daryl by your side. It felt like the walls might actually hold him there now, too.

Rick gave a nod from the yard. Carol hugged you both so tight your ribs ached, and Glenn clapped Daryl on the back before heading off to help Maggie. And then you were back inside, in that cold cell with the blanket you’d kept folded neatly on his bed.

“You kept my stuff?” he asked, voice a little awed.

You looked up at him, lips twitching. “Course I did. Ain’t like I was gonna let someone else sleep there. That’s your spot.”

He looked at you like you hung the moon. “Ain’t never had a place to call mine. Just always assumed somebody would want the extra space and move in the second I was gone.”

You stepped close again, fingers brushing his jaw. “Then claim it, Daryl. Claim me. I ain’t scared of the world out there half as much as I’m scared of losin you again.”

He kissed you then, desperate and aching and soft all at once, like he was trying to say all the things he never could. His hands trembled against your back, like he didn’t know how to hold onto something so good. So pure.

You pulled him closer anyway. “We’re gonna be okay,” you whispered against his lips. “You and me. Long as we stick together.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, chin resting on your head. “Ain’t no place I’d rather be.”

Word Count: 1.5k

Notes: I didn't proofread, so excuse any errors! Hope you enjoyed :)) feedback is always welcome and appreciated! Alsooo, thanks for the request!!

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That sparkle ( Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary :when rick grimes eldest daughter is found after ten years of being alone after catching her mother and shane together , she was presumed dead only to be found by daryl dixon his way home from a supply run.

Warning: it follows no storyline is alluded to be alexandria but again follows not certain timeliness all self indulgent fluff piece slight angst

Tired , sweaty and just all round done was the theme of the day, feet dragging along the ground even though every part screamed to stop . But stopping meant so much more , it could mean death so pushing on was the only option. The world went to complete shit , rules flew out the window the day the dead walked the earth and it only gotten worse years later. The threat of stopping wasn't only if a walker would get you because the living could be just as dangerous . it was something she learned in her years alone , keeping herself safe meant pushing the boundaries of her mental and physical boundaries. The sun beating down her back and the crunch of the gravel under boots all she wanted was to atleast find some water source close by . the sound of a bike had her alert she moved more in the road giving whoever it was the space to pass her by and hoping it wasn't some creep trying something because tired or not she could use a blade just as good . her eyes closed when the engine cut off and the sound of heavier footsteps came behind her. Hand on the blade as she turned ready to go out fighting with all she had left .

" y/n?" the voice , she knew it like a song of the past coming to her ears. It wasn't like she could forget it big part of the start of this whole mess . her eyebrows furrowed trying to figure if she was truly and lastly losing her mentality when she looked at the face of the past.

" daryl '' she croaked before everything went black .

He didn't know how he moved so quickly, giving shock of seeing her before him but it was her , he knew those eyes were ones that used to sparkle or fire up depending on the person aimed at . hauling her in his arms he went to his bike holding her like the most precious cargo before he set off . wondering where she went that night and the guilt of not following after . how days he spent looking for her or shane telling them she would come back til one day he didn't mention her again. That anger in her that night hell even merle kept his mouth shut which still surprised him to this day but then again his brother did have a soft spot for the girl , he said she was the only one who had balls and he agreed with that one.

Pulling up to the gate walls he wasn't surprised to see carol coming out to him was a routine they had but he notice her eyes looking at the now woman in his arms before he got off the bike her hair fell from her face and carols gasp was loud . 

" Get rick grimes" she yelled as she helped Daryl bring the woman in as another grabbed his bike . two shared a look before looking down at her face wondering maybe processing the face of the past . both unsure of what to say or where to begin to even explain how this was possible. " Oh sweet girl" carol finally said a tear falling down her cheek.

His feet moved on their own , while his brain tried to comprehend what the hell was going on , he told daryl not to bring anymore back unless he was there , they couldn't keep taking in strangers it never ended on a good term. But when he walked into carol daryl nodding a greeting to the sherif only for the older woman to move and his eyes falling to the face she was cleaning. He knew who it was straight away , more grown up but he knew that face he watched that face grow from a baby to a moody teen before everything happened . He had to be dreaming mind finally snapping all the losses coming in a wave and drowning him fully as he looked down at the face of his first born , the one that made him a dad.

" y/n" he stumbled back never thinking this reunion would of happened . she was gone when he found lori and carl back then and now here she was laid out before him. He later found out she stormed off one night after catching lori and shane and was never seen again presumed to be dead and yet ten years later here she was.

" she ok just worn out she woke a little so we got her iv of fluids and .." carols voice cracked.

" she's alive" he whispered looking between his two friends . could see the crowd trying to look as judith pushed past .

" whats going on" she asked confused.

" it's y/n , your big sister y/n" rick finally clear his throat turning to his daughter as she curiously inspected the woman .

" carl talked about her alot used to tell me he hope he was a good big brother as she was good big sister" she smiled .

" whatche lookin at an who gave you the permission to come inta our home" daryl growled at the gawking crowd. " OUT" He yelled slamming the door only for a groan to come from the girl. " shit sorry" .

" what , where am i" her eyes opening slowly trying to focus feeling like it was a fever dream.

" you don't remember we talked" the sweet voice of the woman she remember all those years ago .

" carol that you" she squinted before a smile took over.

" hey sweet girl" she hugged her close .

" so i didn't image dixon then huh?" she chuckled wincing at how dry her throat was til her eyes landed on the those blue eyes. One's she definitely didn't think she would see , she always said it even though they told her time and time again he was dead she never believe it and now the proof was standing before her. " d-d-dad your alive" she said trying to get up although the weakness took over and it was him pulling her into a hug holding her so tight she didn't care how it hurt or how her muscles ache . she ignored all of it knowing she was able to hug her dad again .

" you're alive" he repeat her own words holding her face in his hands hating how he couldn't protect her all this time .

"dad?" the little voice called behind her making y/n look around seeing the little girl standing their .

" who's this" y/n smiled although a little embarrassed knowing what a state she must look.

" this is judith you're little sister"he smiled holding his hand out as she took it timidly almost shyly coming over.

" carl?"she asked as a silence took over the room . that shake of her fathers head and the pain in his eyes told her what words didn't.

"You're so pretty" judith blurted out .

" well i mean it's the genes" y/n winked although on the inside her heart hurt knowing being found meant the confirmation of few faces she would never see again . the knock on the door snapped her from her thoughts when daryl was grumbling about "nosey assholes". Only a little boy and woman walked in standing back , the woman had a bag in her hand as the little boy was looking her over the same curious nature.

" we brought some clean clothes" the woman smiled softly.

" y/n this is michonne my wife and our son Rj" rick stood bringing the over closer.

" damn grime you dirty dog" she joke making the other chuckle . " sorry i kinda stink and look like death warmed up i'm sure not how you imagined meeting the one that started this kid club" she smiled weakly only judith ran and hugged her and Rj following suit. She pulled a face causing rick to tell them to be easy . " leave em" she shook her head finding herself already in love with the two kids.

"I've heard all about you " michonne spoke up.

" i swear it's all lies" she laughed imagining all the embarrassing stories the three had to tell of her.

" only the truth" rick countered.

" this is crazy"she finally broke out laughing because what else could she do. Ten years she had spent alone , never staying in one place too long knowing it never ended good if she did, that hope of finding the people she loved dwindled but maybe it stayed in her subconscious.

After the first day she was able to move albeit very slowly as carol helped her shower. She hid the tear that streamed down her face thinking of those that were truly gone . How she never got to see her brother grow up and never would or her mother to tell her she was sorry and to take that I hate you back . She was even crying at the fact she was having an actual hot shower all the emotions she held coming out in and going down the drain . When she got out , she couldn't help the content sigh at soft clean clothes going on her skin. Or trying not to swallow the food place in front of her whole , trying to keep herself reserved , holding herself back . 

She asked about them all and listened with tears streaming down her face at how they died , even shed tears for merle again two had an unlikely friendship no one saw coming or expected to happen. She talked lightly of the time alone ,taking about how she spent a lot of time sleeping up in trees finding it the safest left out the part of not only from walkers . She never did have that happen many tried and many felt her knife in the result , it made her more reserved to others made it a lonelier too . Once she let herself be open to company and it ended in heartbreak that sworn her off it completely. She listened to the kids taking off their adventure or there favourite things. She noticed the adult taking shifts making sure she was ok probably making sure she was still there too .

She had been back with her family a few weeks staying with Carol and daryl. One night she was restless , no even mention of sleep coming . She huffed and groaned before finally getting up walking out the front door closing it softly behind her. She looked up at the sky , letting the night air fill her lungs she spotted the tree right at the side of the house and that were he found her. Sitting on the branch eyes locked on the sky above like it was most normal thing to do but then again it was for her.

" I didn't run away don't worry" she called down eyes still on sky.

" brought ya this so ya don' freeze" he chuckled as she finally looked down to see the hoodie in his hands . She wanted to tell him she was fine til a breeze went by making her shiver only to roll her eyes and hold her hand out . " I'll join ya see what it's like" she could hear the teasing tone but didn't say anything feeling the branches move as he grunted and groaned climbing up.

" you better not break my branch dixon" she narrowed her eyes playfully at the man but she know it was strong enough hold them both.

" it my damn tree" he handed her the hoodie.

" was" she laughed before her eyes looked back up at the sky, a comfort she had form all those years wondering if her family was alive would they be looking same sky til she would pretend or tell herself they were . She used to even talk to the skies like somehow her words would travel to them and now she found herself doing the same thing for a whole different reason and hoping her words went a different direction. While the archer eyes roamed over her , he didn't know what it was but she had him pulled to her like a magnet or sailor to a sirens call . He felt guilty , sick to his stomach over it knowing she was Rick's daughter , who was 14 year his junior but yet selfishly he couldn't stop himself . How somehow those eyes of her still had that sparkle even after all these year , that whatever she went through no matter how bad it was she still had that sparkle in her eyes. Granted how long she'd been alone it didn't make her cold or hard , she opened her arms to the ones close to her loved ones though she was cautious with the rest no one could blame her for that , especially him since he was the same.

" thank you" she finally said Confusing him completely .

" fer what" he asked.

" for not giving up when I left , for bringing me home now" she smiled looking at him softly he could of sworn he stopped breathing for a minute.

" carol told me when I left that night you went out every day after trying to find me until you guys had to move" she explained .

" well I mean someone had te" he shrugged his turn to look up at the sky.

" I never meant to leave fully I was just so mad at her ,them , when I calmed down I realised I was lost tried to find my way back and my dumb naive ass went further away" she shook her head .

" you were a kid, they should of went after you , I should of , nah instead we all let ya walk off" he gritted still mad at himself.

" I mean I would of fought whoever followed I don't think we all expected including myself for me to get lost again my ass was naive" she place her hand on his shoulder rubbing it gently before pulling it away only his hand stopped it holding it in its place now fully expecting her to push him out of the tree but she didn't she opened her hand and let his fingers intertwine with hers . Words no longer needed as they silently enjoyed the company of the other .

The sun rising when his eyes opened wondering how the hell he didn't fall to his death but that thought soon didn't matter when he turned his head seeing hers resting on his shoulder . He almost studied her face seering the image to his brain . Her eyelashes that touched top's of her cheek ,the peaceful angelic face ,plump lips parted as she left out soft snores only a clearing of throats snap the trance she had him in only to look down at the amused smirks looking up at the two . More surprised at one fully expecting the man smirking to be beating him up for looking at his daughter in such a way .

" wha" was all he could muster to say.

" breakfast is almost ready" rick called.

" oh shut up" he shook his head.

" we didn't say anything " carol laughed making the body beside him stir .

" yer faces did, we'll be down now" he grunted as the two walked off laughing as she rubbed her eyes looking confused at first before giving him the most beautiful smile he's ever seen another image he never wanted to forget out him mind .

" breakfast is ready" he finally whispered wondering why his voice went so quiet . 

" COME ON LOVE BIRDS" Michonne called walking past.

It wasn't missed on how the two looked at one another at first rick wanted to put stop to it but he knew if he did it could mean losing her again and even if he was her father who was he to tell her what to do after so long of being apart . Now he found the good side to it , he knew no one would protect her better, nor could take better care of her. So when the two stopped being so oblivious to what was in front of them he would give his blessing.

What no one expected was it taken  so long month of the two finding out. She walked through town book under her arm , eye already finding his giving him a bright wave only for a man she'd met a couple of time to stand in her way.

" hey y/n how are you" god even his smiled annoyed her but yet she politely smiled back. The man that was watching how this asshole stole her attention so easily , he could see it on her face no matter how hard she didn't want to be there. Still finding the whole social aspect of this new way of life hard. He watched the man's eyes roam over her body although daryl couldn't blame the man didn't mean he liked it . 

The fact she looked out of this world wearing the sundress carol picked out for her but it didn't mean this asshole could look at her like a piece of meat. This man trying to take what was his trying to be the one she would be with and like a flip of a switch his feet moved across the street like he was set on a mission . Determined on a solo mission hell he'd take the beating he thought was coming but now that was last on the list of shit to worry about , ignoring the man when he cupped her face in his hand before smashing his lips to hers showing everyone that was around how he felt for the girl before him . 

Smiling into the kiss as her hand came to the back of his neck as she pulled him in a way of being closer . Something he thought was so wrong never felt so fucking right having her in his arms , her lips on his feeling her body pressed to his. He went to smile at the asshole when they pulled back only slightly disappointed to find the man gone but it faded the instant his eyes met her , that damned sparkle that had him a goner. Then a clearing of a throat turned to see his best friend standing looking at him , arms crossed.

" about damn time" was all he said . 

" I love her and I'll protect her ... what " daryl rambled before the words finally registered.

" could see it the day she came" rick laughed .

" you love me" she squeaked.

" we need to talk at home but also thanks man" he clapped rick arm before pulling her along to the house feeling everyone's eyes on her . " I love you too ya know" she laughed making him stop crashing his lips to her again , be dammed who was looking . 

" I don't know why but glad ya do" he chuckled breathlessly pulling back.

" because your the most handsomest , selfless person who look after everyone no matter what , you always think you don't deserve anything when you deserve more than this world has giving you , you make me feel safe , cared for , how could a girl not fall for all that even if your a stubborn ass at times" she smirked and there it was a different kind of sparkle in her eyes one he always saw but never could decipher then it all clicked making him want to hit his head against the wall at the months his missed out having her as his. But now and long as she would have him he would make sure that sparkle never left her eyes , now she was his girl .

[yourimagines]

How you met fluff P.2

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: fluff

Part 1

Jon Bernthal:

You were invited by him to his podcast.

"I'm so happy to have you here, I'm a big fan of you y/n." He says on the podcast. you blushed at him.

"I'm honored to be here, Big fan of your work and i'm very grateful for being here." He smiles and leans a bit back in his seat.

"Well, I'm happy to invited you more often then." He winked at you, causing you to giggle. Fans went crazy over this one and wanted to see more interactions between the two of you. So you did got invited more often on his podcast.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan:

You met him at a comic con. You were a big fan of his work and decided to buy an autograph from him.

“Hello, nice to see you here y/n.” He said with a grin on his face.

“Hello, nice to see you too.” You said shyly as you gave him your Negan funko pop.

“You collect those?” He was surprised to see you with a Funko pop.

“Yes, I’m secretly a big geek. I have tons of those pops at home.” You admitted shameful.

He shook his head and told you he likes it and was hoping he could see your collection one day. He was secretly a big fan of your work as well and wants to know you better. You agreed on that, you texted him later that day through Instagram, sending him a picture from your geek room at home. You both met up weeks later at your house, giving him a full house tour.

Lauren Cohan:

You met her through social media. She sensed you a message as she saw your photos.

“I really like those pictures, did you make them?” You were smiling like an idiot at your phone.

“Yes I did 🙈” You couldn’t believe it that Lauren noticed you. You both talked for hours about everything and at some point she asked you out, to meet each other in person. You agreed and met up for the first time at a small cute restaurant.

Melissa McBride:

You met Melissa through your friend Norman. He had invited you both to his birthday dinner and she made the first move as you were a bit nervous about meeting all of his co workers.

“You look good tonight, I’m sorry I don’t think we met properly. I’m Melissa.” She gave you a sweet smile as she sat in front of you.

“Oh thank you, you look good as well. I’m y/n.” You both smiled at each other and tried to have a normal conversation but it was more smiling than anything else. She was nervous but so were you. Norman noticed that and helped you guys out, making sure you saw each other more often.

Danai Gurira:

You met her at a new Marvel project.

"Hi." You said as you sat down next to her at the table reading.

"Hello, I don't think we met each other." She reached her hand out for you to take it, you gladly accepted it and shook her hand.

"I think we have, I'm Y/n nice to meet you." You smiled at her and she smiled back at you.

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Danai. I think we will get along just fine." She laughs as she points at the script.

"I think we will, we have too." You knew what she meant and joked back. one of the first jokes in your friendship that will blossom to something even more.

[daryltwdixon]

hello dear!! i dont know if your are still taking requests or not, but if do you i would really love to see you write something fluff with a drunk daryl and reader, where he totally forgot that they are dating and just start acting shy and awkward around her, i know its cliche but i really love how you write daryl and think it would be so cute to see something like that written by you😭, but i totally understand if you are busy, i hope you are having a great day!🥰

A drunk Daryl grows uncharacteristically shy around you, forgetting for a moment that you're together.

author notes: I just want to say its not v common for people who are drinking to forget who their s/o's are, but anything for you lolol, enjoy!!! x

thank you for the love!!!

The Alexandria dinner party is louder than usual, laughter spilling out into the quiet night. Someone had insisted on opening the last few bottles of wine, and you watch with amusement as Daryl, leaning against the far wall, swirls the red liquid in his glass like it’s some kind of trap.

“Never took you for a wine guy,” you tease, stepping closer. His eyes dart to yours, and the flush on his face deepens. You figure the alcohol’s working its magic, though Daryl had always been shy about these kinds of things—especially in a crowd.

“Don’t even taste right,” he mutters, setting the glass on a nearby table like it might bite him.

You grin. “Then why drink it?”

He shrugs, glancing at you sideways. The usual ease between you feels a little... off. His gaze flicks to your face, then away again, like he’s avoiding something. You tilt your head, trying to figure out what’s wrong, when his voice breaks the quiet.

“You look real nice tonight.”

The words come out low and shy, almost like he hadn’t meant to say them. You blink, surprised, but before you can respond, he fumbles to add, “Not that ya don’t always, but... I mean, yeah.”

“Daryl,” you say, trying to catch his eye. He’s looking anywhere but at you now, cheeks burning. “Are you okay?”

“‘M fine,” he grumbles, crossing his arms. But the way he shifts on his feet, the nervous way he rubs the back of his neck—it’s not like him. You step closer, studying him, until something clicks.

“Oh my god.” You can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up. “You don’t remember, do you?”

His brows furrow, lips parting in confusion. “Remember what?”

You can’t believe it. “You’re acting like we just met or something.”

Daryl stares at you, his eyes swimming with haze, but he blinks hard, trying to piece it all together. His eyes widen slightly. “Wait... we’re—?”

“Yes, Daryl,” you say, trying to suppress another laugh. “We’re together, at least I thought so,”

The realization hits him like a brick wall. His mouth opens, then closes, and for a second he just stares at you, dumbfounded. “Shit,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face. “I—uh... forgot.”

“Obviously,” you tease, stepping even closer until you’re standing right in front of him. “Should I be worried you’re forgetting about me already?”

“Nah,” he says quickly, his voice quiet but insistent. “Just... too much wine. ‘S all.”

You bite your lip, trying not to smile too wide at how bashful he looks. The Daryl you know is rarely this unguarded, and it’s endearing. But as you watch him glance down at you—his face still flushed and his nerves practically visible—you catch something softer in his expression. His hand drifts to the back of his neck again, but this time, a crooked grin follows.

“You’re... somethin’ else,” he murmurs under his breath, almost to himself. “Must be the luckiest som' bitch,”

The words catch you off guard, and warmth blooms in your chest. “Damn right you are,” you say softly, but there’s no teasing in your tone anymore.

His lips twitch, and he finally dares to meet your gaze. “Guess I don’t mind that.”

You smirk, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. The move makes him freeze for half a second before his face turns a deeper shade of red, but his hand brushes yours in a subtle, almost instinctive gesture. Even drunk, even shy, Daryl Dixon couldn’t hide how much he cared.

“C’mon,” you say, tugging lightly at his hand. “Let’s get you some water before you forget anything else."

[junkpuppet225]

note: This is just something that came to me. It’s basically just smut with no plot. Minors beware. You’re responsible for the content you consume. Enjoy!

Daryl clutches the door handle to his bedroom so tight you swear you hear wood cracking from the force of his hand. Shit. You were just having fun - pretending you weren’t living in absolute hell where the dead walk.

It wasn’t the first time Daryl caught you doing stupid pointless shit but the first time you were only trying on wedge sandals at a department store you and the archer were scavenging. This time you were standing in front of a floor length mirror in his bedroom wearing a luxurious black dress that slid over your skin like silk - hugging you tight in all the right places.

“I’m sorry—- I just wanted to see the whole thing and your room is the only one with a mirror like this. It was in the back of my closet and I didn’t have anything going on right now—-, I thought you were on a run.”

You’re pretty sure that entire statement came out in one long rush of air escaping your lungs - standing frozen in place with your eyes locked on his in the mirror’s reflection - your hair still gathered in your hands above your head.

Daryl hasn’t said a word - his lower lip grinding between blunt teeth as he watches you.

He’s going to yell at you again. Tell you that none of this materialist shit matters anymore and that it’s stupid to waste time thinking it does. He’s going to make you cry again. Not loud and sobbing, the worst kind - a single tear betraying you as he paces at your back or the tremble of your hand while he reminds you of all the walkers surrounding the place while you’re in here wasting fuckin’ time!

…except he doesn’t say anything and his eyes are burning into yours from across the room. The only sign of life coming from him is the slow rise and fall of his chest.

“Daryl?”

He blinks, finally letting his eyes fall from yours to take in every inch of your body. You let your hands fall from the soft strands of your hair, moving them down the silky material as his ocean eyes linger on your ass a moment too long before he looks down at his feet with a grunt.

“I’m sorry I was in your room—-, I’ll go change.”

You try to push past him but he grabs your arm roughly - jerking you to his side as he pulls the door shut with the other. This close to him you see there’s nothing slow about his breathing, his chest expanding deeply to try and drag air into his lungs as he lifts his eyes to your parted lips causing a groan to rumble in his throat. He smells so fucking good - like pine, earthy and delicious and you can’t help but step closer to him to breathe it all in.

“Daryl I—-.”

Before you can register another thought he crashes his mouth to yours, pulling you to his chest as his other hand sinks into your hair - holding you to him. His kiss is hot and desperate - his tongue demanding yours as he pushes your back into the door hard causing a gasp to rush from your chest. Your heart is pounding so hard you worry you’ll pass out as you slide a shaky hand up Daryl’s chest, savoring his kiss as your fingers caress his jaw and he wraps a strong arm around your middle - brining your hips together to sink his body further into yours. The feel of him - all of him - has your mind spinning as you try to get a grasp on what the hell is happening.

Daryl has never kissed you before - he barely even speaks to you and when he does you wouldn’t call it friendly. You press your palms to his chest but his kiss has you to weak willed to push him away - all you can focus on is his desperate mouth on yours and when you try to jerk your face from his to make sense of this he grabs your throat - holding you in place while he kisses you.

It’s so fucking hot you have to press your thighs together to try and dull the ache he’s causing between your legs. You curse the dopamine that surges inside of you - your heart pounding against Daryl’s chest as he presses his hard length against the inside of your thigh, his fingers tightening around your jaw as his tongue continues to assault yours and stars dot your vision.

“Daryl.” You need to catch your breath. You need to make sense of whatever this is but he can only allow one, pulling away just enough to take in his own needed breath before his mouth is on you again. This time he kisses a wet line down your throat - still grasping your jaw tightly as his teeth graze the sensitive skin just below your jugular and a soft moan falls from your lips causing his grip to falter slightly as he pushes his leg between yours still pressing you to the door.

“…want to fuck you…” He grunts against your lips - it’s the only thing he’s said since barging in on you admiring the dress - groping roughly at the silky fabric clinging to your body, cussing against your throat as he tries to gather it around your hips with no luck. It’s tight in all the right places and unzips from the side so he’s going to have to back off an inch so you can fumble with the mechanics a moment. Or, he just grabs the material in his hands and yanks hard - ripping the dress at the narrow thigh slit causing you to gasp before his mouth is on yours again. You spread your legs for him slowly as he palms your hip before slipping between your thighs to brush his thumb against your damp panties, a cry escaping you as he runs his fingers over the soft material and whispers some inaudible words about how wet you are for him before ripping them off without a thought.

Good thing you aren’t living in an apocalyptic nightmare with limited goods like nourishing food and clothes that actually fit.

Daryl kisses you until you’re lack of underwear disappears from existence - barely clinging to reality as he works two fingers inside of you - beckoning you to come for him as your insides begin to quake. His chest is heaving with desire and his words are whisper quiet between you. “…please let me fuck you.” It’s not a question so much as a statement and your heart seizes in your chest as he finally pulls away to look in to your eyes. There’s an unmistakable longing between the two of you as you nod and lean into his kiss once again.

With your dress ripped all the way to your waist now it’s easy for him to gather the ruined material in one hand - fumbling with his belt with the other before lifting your leg to thrust into you with a deep moan. He stretches your soaked cunt slowly, pushing further until he’s buried deep - your nails digging into his arms as you try to steady yourself from the feel of him. “…feels so fucking good.” You slide your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck as he thrusts up into you hard and fast - tightening his fingers in your hair as he swallows your moans with his rough kiss. He has to pull away again to take in a breath - looking between your bodies as he sinks himself inside of you over and over, low desperate grunts filling your soul.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before - waves of pleasure filling you as he fucks up into you desperately, one hand back on your hip - bruising delicate skin as you feel yourself come undone around him, eyes closing tight as a surge of euphoria explodes inside your core chased by Daryl’s own release as he fills you with a quiet groan, chest heaving as his eyes lift to yours and a slow smile creeps to his lips.

“That’s some fuckin’ dress, sunshine.”

[rad-roche]

I know you're not into robots in that way but the fact that Nick can talk perfectly normally throughout everything is the most insanely hot thing about it all to me.

Never thought about it but I love it thank you for feeding us

hehe, i'm glad! it comes up in the books, too. he talks while his mouth is otherwise occupied, mostly to wig out gloria who think's it's kind of creepy. i love doing little things like that to remind people he's really, really not human

[fluffy-dixon]

You are my sunshine

Judith’s restlessness had become a shared concern. Rick’s grief weighed heavily on everyone, and taking turns caring for Judith was the least we could do to support him. But tonight, despite our best efforts, nothing seemed to soothe her. Multiple bottles, Beth’s sweet songs, and even Maggie’s toys from a recent run with Daryl—all fell short. Even Carol, usually adept at calming anyone, couldn’t ease Judith’s fussiness.

As you balanced Judith on your hip, trying to calm her while dishing up stew, Daryl noticed your struggle. His heart went out to you. With a delicate smile, he rose from his seat at the end of the table and crossed the room. Judith’s eyes widened as she caught sight of him, and she reached out eagerly, tiny hands grasping for him. His smile grew wider at her excitement.

“Here,” Daryl murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Lemme take her so you can’eat.” He cradled Judith in his arms, tucking her gently inside his beloved poncho. Her little head popped out of the V-neck, and he walked away, bouncing her up and down as he headed toward the cell blocks. Her grizzly cries gradually faded into the distance, leaving you with a mix of relief and gratitude.

-*-

As the meal concluded and the dishes were washed, you excused yourself, slipping away toward the cell blocks. The darkness outside unsettled you, though you hesitated to admit it. The route back was a labyrinth of corners and turns, shadows playing tricks on your senses. Your hand instinctively rested on the handle of your knife—a silent reassurance in this uncertain world. Normally, the sounds of wind, creaking buildings, and hushed conversations accompanied your journey. But tonight, a different melody filled the air—a lullaby you’d recognize anywhere.

Daryl.

His voice grew louder as you approached the cell. You lightened your steps, mindful not to disturb Judith if she had already fallen asleep. The moonlight streaming through the top windows guided you. Turning the corner, you almost tiptoed, peeking around the edge.

Daryl stood with his back to you, his silhouette illuminated by a single candle on your bedside table. “You are my sunshine,” he sang softly, swaying from side to side, hips gently rocking. Judith, cocooned in his poncho, emitted a contented gurgle, her eyes heavy with sleep. “My only sunshine,” he continued, the words a soothing balm. “You make me happy when skies are grey.”

He must have sensed your presence, for he paused. From the first turn toward the cell blocks, you had crept closer, stopping just behind him. Peering over his shoulder, you saw Judith’s glistening eyes, her struggle to stay awake. “You’ll never know, Jude,” you whispered, your heart swelling. Her tiny fingers twitched as she surrendered to slumber. “How much we love you.” Tears welled in your eyes, a lump forming in your throat. “Please don’t take our sunshine away.”

A single tear rolled down the surface of your cheek as Daryl turned toward you, cradling Judith with the ease. Her tiny head nestled in the crook of his elbow, she slept soundly. His eyes met yours, and a proud smile stretched across his face. For a moment, he seemed on the verge of saying something momentous, but then he hesitated.

Still swaying gently, his gaze shifted back to Judith. And then, in a voice filled with quiet determination, he uttered the words that melted your heart: “M’ready. I wanna be a dad.”

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Edited: 08.03.2024

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I'm gonna kill that crow motherfucker and then myself

[a-really-mediocre-writer]

Hi I love your writing and I’ve noticed you write for Chris Manawa, who I feel is under appreciated. There’s not a lot of writing on him so I was wondering if you could write something with him and reader on the boat and having a sweet moment together, like maybe messing around and play fighting? Just some fluff maybe some suggestive flirting. Thank you!

Sorry if my writing is a little messy English is not my main language.

Chris Manawa

GIF not mine, credit to @yanxidarlings

AUTHORS NOTE: hi guys so i havent written a fanfic or anything in like 3 years and my writing style may have change, lmk though if you would like me to write any other stories! requests are always open, and i have a few ideas for stories in the future as well. also after revisiting my only other chris oneshot i have realised that these are both set after his mom gets to walk the plank whoopsie

ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY <3

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Although the boat saving our lives from being snuffed out by the apocalypse was a luxury that it seemed no one else could afford, it had its downsides…such as the constant close quarters with everyone on board, as well as the boredom. It feels like such a selfish thing to admit whilst knowing about the fates of those we knew and loved that we couldn’t save, but at the same time I didn’t ask to be thrown into this hellscape, surely I should be allowed a pass on my lack of gratitude.

One of those who were not able to survive long enough to see life on the boat was Liza, Chris’s mother- the boy would not let us forget his grief and her loss, with it being written across his face as if it was stuck in a permanent frown. Most of us if not everyone aboard tried to avoid him and his snaps and cold tone, however as one of the only other teenagers on the sea with him I felt it was my duty to at least try to connect with him, especially after he had saved my life during the city riots at the start after I had lost my own parents in the chaos and the dead.

Chris was sat looking up at the stars on the outer deck of the boat alone. The day had been a rough one, with Liza’s sea burial not going so smoothly, tensions were high between him and his father Travis.

“Hey stranger” I said warmly as I emerged from the inner boat wrapped in a blanket, making my way over to the troubled boy.

“Hey..” He replied solemnly glancing over to me, his eyes following me until I was sat cross legged next to him. I held a spare small blanket out to the boy who declined the gesture by pushing it gently back towards me. Rolling my eyes playfully, I sat up on my knees and wrapped it around his shoulders, making him blush and stiffen for a moment, only to relax once I had sat back down again. The silence between us was deafeningly awkward.

“Soo.. Whatcha doing out here?”

“The stars are so peaceful tonight..” He quietly replied as he gazed up into the moonlit sky.

“Yeah, that’s one good thing about life nowadays.. you can see all of the stars you wouldn’t be able to with all the big city lights back at home.” I smiled gently at him and he glanced down at me before going back to star gazing. He was in deep thought and holding back tears as he kept his head held high trying to stop them from spilling out, eventually failing as I watched one stray tear roll down his cheek.

“Chris, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I am here for you and can be a shoulder to cry on if you need it…I really care about you…” After a few moments he lowered his head to look at me and his eyes were bloodshot and glossy. He stared into my eyes as if searching for something lost, and eventually raised the corners of his mouth into a weak smile to tell me,

“Thank you.”

After a few moments of silence and us smiling at each other he looks to the side out to the water, “I feel like… no one understands what I feel here… my dad doesn’t care that she is gone, he didn’t care about her he’s too busy with his new family… you are the only person that I think cared that she died.”

We sat in silence for a while, thinking about what he had said, before Chris broke it again.

“Sorry…That was pretty heavy…”

I let out a soft chuckle and reassured him, “Hey, I can handle anything you know… I’m superwoman but for like…listening to people I care about” attempting to lighten the mood a bit and nudging him on the shoulder, which seemed to work as I caught him smiling to himself and playfully nudging me back.

“Yeah yeah don’t get cocky…” He smirks at me and I mock offence, dramatically putting a hand on my chest and joking back to him, “Me? Cocky? I could never- How dare you even THINK that…” I giggled watching him roll his eyes at my dramatic outburst.

“You are so immature,” he starts, “Sometimes I wonder why we are friends…” He stares at me for a moment as if he were analysing my every movement, before his eyes land on the blanket wrapped around me like a burrito and he decides to quickly snatch it from me, laughing and saying “Maybe it’s because you’re so generous for giving me your blanket”

“HEY!!” I shout as I sit in shock for a split second before lunging at him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders in an attempt to get the blanket back around myself. We are both wriggling around at this point trying to reclaim the blanket, as we forgot that the couch had a limited space, so when he eventually tried to get me off of him we both rolled down the steel drop from the couch to the deck, landing with a thud onto my back and physically wincing at the sudden pains shooting through my back. I was more shocked however to feel Chris landing on top of me, and when I opened my eyes he was there leaning over me, his hands either side of my head. We both just stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds too long, getting lost in his dark coffee coloured eyes; this then led to me scanning his face and admiring his undeniably handsome features and plump lips that he had begun to nibble into nervously. Feeling the blood start to rush to my face I decided to break the silence.

“Okay okay I didn’t realise that it was that serious to you…keep the blanket Manawa!” I giggled and poked his sides to shock him, which worked and his cheeks began to flush. He picked me up and I gasped, grasping onto his shirt incase he dropped me, but instead he put me onto the couch and sat next to me, opening up the blanket inviting me to sit wrapped up with him, which I accepted and crawled into his side, getting comfortable next to him as he settled the blanket over us both.

We sat awkwardly close to each other in silence for a few minutes, neither one of us wanting to scare the other away, but then Chris grabbed my hand underneath the blanket and without looking at me he said, “Thank you, Y/N… I needed this distraction from..everything…” he glances over at me “…you mean a lot to me…even if we have only just met, I feel like I have known you a lifetime, but it’s only been a month.”

I smile warmly at his words and glance at him before engulfing him into a tight hug, which he takes a few seconds to return.

“Chris, you mean a lot to me too. I would risk anything and everything for you, you are all I have left…” I feel the tears start to well up as i pull out of the hug and look him in the eyes, “…so you better not do anything stupid” I laugh and wipe my tears off of my face. He sits with an arm over my shoulders and laughs quietly about what I said.

“Maybe you aren’t ALWAYS immature and crazy… At least you aren’t boring.”