#twd pre-outbreak

[ambassadortotrilliusprime]

Where has this been all my life 😭

Like it was so good now I'm mad cause I gotta get into a story and time travel and whack a dad. And then hide a body.

It's going to be a lot of work 😔🥹😭 but I'd do it for him dammit.

Words: 7,362 Pairing: Teenage!Daryl Dixon x Teenage!Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: mainly pre-outbreak Warnings: Language, mentions of abuse, violence A/N: Angsty and fluffy and angsty and fluffy! AGH! Summary: Daryl and Y/N are close growing up. Y/N knows about his bad home life and worries when Daryl doesn’t show up at school one day.

Your name: submit What is this?

You were kicking a rock down the road, humming some stupid song you’d heard on the radio, when there was a familiar voice from behind you.

“Hey.”

You turned and grinned, knowing immediately who it was before you even saw him. “Daryl,” you said warmly. “Hey.”

He had his hands shrugged into the pockets of his secondhand black jeans. “What’re ya doin’?”

You laughed and shrugged. “I dunno. Wasting time. Kicking rocks.” You tucked your hair behind your ear and took him in. You could tell immediately that something was bothering him. “You okay?”

How did you always know? Even when he was trying his hardest to hide it, you always knew. “Yeah, just—” he chewed his bottom lip in that anxious habit he had. “Water got shut off again. My old man didn’t pay the bill.”

Your expression turned a bit sad and you nodded. It was mid-summer and the Georgia heat and humidity was suffocating. They never had air conditioning at the Dixon house, but no A/C and no water was a big problem. “Come on,” you said, tilting your head in the direction of your house down the street. “You want to come hang at my house for a while?”

Daryl considered your bright and open expression and then nodded. “Thanks.”

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[dixons-sunshine]

Mouth To Mouth | Young!Daryl Dixon x Young!Fem!Reader

Summary: The moment seemed all too perfect. You and Daryl had just confessed to each other and were sharing your first kiss with each other. It was too bad that your mom had terrible timing, and walked in at the wrong moment.

Genre: Fluff

Era: Pre outbreak.

Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams universe.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sexual innuendos.

A/n: Here's the long awaited (wanted by, like, two people) fic about what happened when the mom walked in. I hope y'all enjoy! I really hoped to have my ex!celebrity fic with Daryl ready, but my draft never saved and I lost 2000 words, and that really discouraged me, so I worked on this little fic instead. Also, if anyone would want it, I have so many personal headcannons for this universe, so if anyone wants to see them, let me know.

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

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“Mom, please don't freak out. I can explain.”

Your mom raised her eyebrows at you, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked at the position you were in and nodded sarcastically, an amused smirk creeping onto her face.

“I'm sure you can,” she mused, her eyes flickering between you and Daryl. “This totally doesn't look like the two of you were just making out. You were just giving him mouth to mouth, right? Teaching him how to do CPR? Or you just slipped and happened to slam your lips against his.”

From the corner of your eye, you could see Daryl duck his head in embarrassment, his face flushed with a blush. You could feel heat creeping onto your cheeks as well, your mom's knowing stare penetrating into your soul. You knew that your mom probably didn't care that you and Daryl were kissing, but that didn't mean that she wasn't going to pretend to go into "protective mom" mode. She loved doing it to embarrass you a little bit.

“Mom,” you drawled in embarrassment, sending her a pleading look. “Please don't.”

“What, I walk in to find my daughter and her friend chewing on each other's faces, which will probably scar me for life, but I can't lay down some guesses for what your explanation would've been? How's that fair?”

“Fine, yes, we were kissing, but you don't have to make such a big deal out of it. It's not like I haven't walked in on you getting busy with Mr Prescott,” you retorted defensively, sneaking glances at Daryl who remained silent, his eyes nervously flickering between you and the floor.

Your mom let out a small laugh and shook her head. “Touche, sweetheart,” she nodded, shifting her attention to Daryl. “Daryl, I'm not gonna bite your head off if you look at me.”

Daryl reluctantly rose his head, a nervous glint in his eyes. He was fidgeting with his hands, picking at the loose skin on his thumb and you had to resist the urge to take his hand in yours to stop the nervous gesture. You didn't want to give your mom more ammo to tease you with.

“There, that's better,” your mom mused, taking a step closer. “Now I can see those blue eyes of yours that my daughter wouldn't stop raving about. I'm honestly surprised that it took her this long to make a move. She's liked you for quite a while now. She would never shut up about you when you left.”

“Mom!” you complained, sending her an exasperated look. “Can we not?!”

Your mom simply let out another laugh. “What? It's adorable!”

“Mom, please,” you pleaded, sneaking another look at Daryl. His gaze had returned to the floor, but you didn't miss the small smirk that was on his face.

“Alright, alright. I'll lighten up,” she reluctantly agreed, turning around to grab something from the table. “Sorry to have interrupted your "totally not making out" session. I need to get back to work anyway. I forgot a folder my boss needed. But after today, I'm suspecting that this will become a regular thing, so I won't ever be forgetting folders or anything ever again. My eyes won't ever recover.”

“Goodbye, Mom!” you exclaimed in embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands.

“Remember to use protection, kids! I'm not ready to be a grandma just yet,” your mom chuckled and left, leaving you and Daryl alone.

The air was charged with an awkward silence. You dared a look at him and saw him nervously fiddling with his hands, but the small smile from earlier still remained. He turned his head and locked eyes with you, his gaze holding a certain amount of mischief to it.

“So, ya have been ravin' 'bout me to yer mom?” he said with a hint of playfulness, finally breaking the silence between you. “Wha' have ya been sayin'? Ya been talkin' 'bout my rugged good looks? Dun' worry, by the way. I won't tell nobody tha' ya have a secret crush on me.”

You took one of the pillows from the couch and threw it at him. Daryl effortlessly caught it and laughed—not chuckled, but actually laughed—and dropped it down next to him. Before you could retort with a sarcastic remark, Daryl leaned forward and captured your lips with his, silencing any and all thoughts you had.

You returned the kiss easily. However, you pulled away after a few moments, lightly shoving him back with a playful smile on your face. You stood up and extended a hand to him, which he took without any hesitation. You pulled him up and lead him to your room, closing the door behind you. You gently urged him backwards and pushed him onto your bed, watching him comply easily.

A nervous look flitted across Daryl's eyes. You instantly caught it and gave him a reassuring smile, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek.

“Relax, pretty boy. We're not doing anything like that tonight,” you reassured him, stepping closer in between his legs. “My mom just caught us kissing. Do you really think I want to risk her walking in on something like that in the same night?”

Daryl exhaled a sigh of relief, looking up at you. “Then wha' are ya doin'?”

You smiled at him and gently urged him down, letting his body fully lay down and his head rest on the pillow. You got in on the other side and rested your head on his chest, getting comfortable against him. You felt him stiffen slightly, feeling his hand hover over your waist uncertainly.

“Relax, Daryl. We've cuddled before.”

“Yeah, but s'different now,” he whispered, his hand still hovering over your waist. “This ain't friend cuddlin' no more. S'couple cuddlin' now. I dun' wanna do anythin' to make ya uncomfortable.”

You smiled and pressed a kiss against his clothed chest, nuzzling your face deeper into it. “I'll tell you if you do, but you can touch me. I won't bite,” you assured him, feeling his hand finally rest on your waist before adding in a teasing manner. “Not unless you want me to.”

Daryl inhaled sharply, his grip on your waist momentarily tightening before relaxing again. “This gon' be a regular thing now? Ya teasin' the shit outta me?”

“Maybe,” you giggled, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Yer gon' be the death of me, girl,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “But I guess I'll allow it.”

“Good, because I'm not stopping. I love seeing you blush like that, handsome.”

“Stop,” he groaned, burying his face into your hair.

“Stop making you get all flustered like this?” you asked, shaking your head. “Not when it's this adorable.”

Before Daryl could say anything else, you rolled away from him, flicking off the lamp before settling into your side of the bed. You got comfortable, closing your eyes. “Goodnight, handsome.”

A few moments of silence passed, before you felt him shuffle behind you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, spooning you from the back. He pulled you closer to him, breathing in your clean scent before finally whispering something back.

“Night, beautiful.”

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Masterlist

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader feat. Teddy & Marlo Dixon

August, 2010. The Wildfire virus rages over America and the whole world, causing the apocalypse to swallow most of the population. The earth belongs to the dead now as it seemed - but not all hope is lost. Especially not for you and your little family...

General Warnings: usual TWD stuff, age gap, pre-apocalypse!Daryl? drugs, alcohol, smoking, violence, blood, walkers, guns & weapons, death, angst, fluff, pregnancy stuff & thangs, babies, dad!Daryl, smut?

There's an 8 years age gap between Y/N and Daryl! Y/N is 26 and Daryl 34 years old at the outbreak.

Last Updated: October 10th, 2024

Pre-Apocalypse Era

🏹 One Last Chance

🏹 Time To Get A Grip (18+)

🏹 World's End

The Prison Era

🏹 It's Okay To Be Scared

The Whisperer Era

🏹 Wonders

🏹 Home

🏹 The Early Bird...

The Commonwealth Era

🏹 Taking Risks

🏹 The Vest Stays On (18+)

Post Commonwealth Era

🏹 Bad Decisions

Alternative Endings/What if...?

🏹 New Old World

a/n: I am loving this AU so very much. I can't wait to write and explore this further - hopefully with y'all together! 🤍

[pedroscurls]

Hi there! I’m J. Below the “keep reading” line is my ultimate masterlist for the stories I’ve written for Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Pedro Pascal characters! Please note that all stories at 18+ and this list is very long, so if there are any issues with any of the below links, please let me know! 

Happy reading!🫶

1️⃣ = One-shots || ✍ = Multi-chaptered stories / WIP (✍️✅ = complete)

FRANKIE “CATFISH” MORALES (triple frontier)

1️⃣ Always Here For You: Frankie comforts you as you cope with your grief. (Francisco “Catfish” Morales x fem!Reader || part of the pedrostores 1k celebration)

✍✅ Chance Encounters: You’ve suddenly and tragically lost your best friend and can’t handle the grief. Until four strangers give you a glimmer of hope that things will (and can) get better. (ultimately a story about working through grief with the help of our four boys from Triple Frontier)

1️⃣ Hold My Hand: For years, you have been in love with Frankie. Everyone else saw it, except him, and you never had the courage to tell him how you truly felt. Instead, you stuck by his side even when it hurt. And after Colombia, he hadn’t been the same. You knew he had demons (being a veteran and all), but this… This was different. Would Frankie finally open his eyes and realize that the woman he was meant to be with had been right in front of him all along? (Francisco “Catfish” Morales x fem!Reader)

✍️✅ Third Time’s A Charm: There is history between you and Frankie. In fact, you have both broken up twice and yet, you still seem to find your way back to each other. Could this third chance be the last and final one? (Francisco “Catfish” Morales x fem!Reader)

JAVIER PEÑA (narcos)

1️⃣ All We Are: You and Javier have history and have been in this endless cycle for years, always trying to “one-up” each other, but what happens after a night of steamy, dirty sex that the truth finally comes out? (Javier Peña x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Innocent Eyes: Javier and his partner, Steve Murphy, finally have one night off. So, when they go to a local bar to unwind, Javier certainly wasn’t expecting you to walk through the doors. (Javier Peña x fem!Reader)

JOEL MILLER (the last of us)

✍️✅ Always Been You: You and Joel have become best friends, but as the years pass, you both realize that the love you have for each other goes beyond just “best friends”. Will either of you have the courage to express your true feelings or will you both just remain secretly in love with each other? (no-outbreak!Joel Miller x fem!Reader)

✍️ Broken Souls: What happens when you realize love isn’t enough? And when years later, you meet again that all the pain and heartbreak comes rushing back… Like it never left. (Joel Miller x fem!Reader)

✍️ Dirty Little Secret: When your best friend and his fiancée, Sarah, have their belated engagement party (kicking off their pre-wedding parties), you meet the father of the bride and realize that he’s completely off limits. But you always did like older men, and Joel? Well, maybe he could be your dirty little secret. (age-gap, no-outbreak!Joel Miller x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Guys Night Out: Tommy takes Joel to a strip club. (Joel Miller pre-apocalypse x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ In Case You Didn’t Know: Joel steps out of his comfort zone and puts his feelings into words the best way he knows how. (Joel Miller x fem!Reader)

✍️✅ One Drunken Night: Reader’s date stands her up, so she decides to stay at the bar anyway. Then, she meets Negan who unravels her entire world. All the while, trying to navigate her relationship with Joel. (Negan x fem!Reader, Joel Miller x fem!Reader, TLOU x TWD crossover)

✍️ The Teacher: You have been on your own for over a year and after Maria saves you and brings you to Jackson, you try and settle in, doing your best to contribute to the community. Though, it doesn’t help that your neighbor, Joel Miller, reminds you of a special person from before Outbreak day. (Joel Miller x fem!Reader)

MARCUS PIKE (the mentalist)

✍️ Second Chances: After Marcus moves to DC - alone - he’s determined to just focus on work. After a failed marriage followed with his failed relationship with Lisbon, Marcus believes that love just isn’t in the cards for him anymore. Until you move in next door. (Marcus Pike x fem!Reader)

DENNY DUQUETTE (grey’s anatomy)

✍️✅ Dear Maisie: Maisie receives a letter. (Denny Duquette x fem!OC)

✍️✅ Love At First Sight?: Jess meets an unlikely stranger that changes her life forever. (Denny Duquette x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Our Confession: Denny has a confession to make. (Denny Duquette x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Our Happy Ending: Denny and Izzie finally have their happy ending. (Denny Duquette x Izzie Stevens)

1️⃣ Our Own ‘Getaway’: Denny notices the change in your demeanor and despite being stuck in a hospital, he decides to comfort you in a way he only knows how. (Denny Duquette x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Reassure Me: After being released from the hospital since his heart transplant, Denny feels a bit self-conscious with his new scar. (Denny Duquette x fem!Reader)

IKE EVANS (magic city)

✍️✅ Fatal Attraction: Diana is newly married to Ben Diamond, also known as The Butcher. However, after meeting Ike Evans, the charming older gentleman of the Miramar Playa, she can’t help but indulge in an intimate relationship with the man. Can she keep this a secret from her dangerous husband? (Ike Evans x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Fever: Ike’s entertainment manager hires a burlesque dancer that catches Ike’s attention. (Ike Evans x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Gender Reveal: Ike and Vera find out the gender of their baby. (Ike Evans x Vera Evans)

1️⃣ Playing with Fire: Your father stays in one of the suites at the Miramar Playa, and the hotel’s owner, caters to his every need. But, when you finally see what this man looks like, you cannot help but tease him every chance you could get. (Ike Evans x fem!Reader)

✍️✅ Sway With Me: Ike, a business professor and hotel owner of the Miramar Playa, meets an unexpected woman that catches his interest. (Ike Evans x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Your Secret’s Safe With Me: Ashton has a secret that only Ike knows. (Ike Evans x male!OC)

JASON CROUSE (the good wife)

1️⃣ I Won’t Give Up: Jason reminds his wife, Jen, just how important and loved she is. (Jason Crouse x OC)

1️⃣ Let Me Make it Up to You: Once at home, waiting for Jason, a burglar enters your home. (Jason Crouse x fem!Reader) 

1️⃣ Let’s Stargaze: After a long day at work, you decide to cook dinner for Jason and your son, Luke, while the two stargaze out in the backyard. (Jason Crouse x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Not What It Seems: Deciding to bring Jason lunch, you weren’t expecting to witness when showing up to his office. (Jason Crouse x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Old Friends: It’s been twenty years since Jason and [Y/N] have seen each other. (Jason Crouse x Reader)

✍️✅ Protect Me: Samantha, a freelance writer, moves to Chicago. She didn’t expect to be a victim of a stalker, but what happens when she seeks professional help from Alicia and Lucca? Then Jason Crouse, the private investigator, comes in and offers his help. (Jason Crouse x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Sunday Funday Surprise: Jason and his daughter, Susie, plan a surprise for Mother’s Day. (Jason Crouse x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Take A Bite: Jason introduces Alicia to something new. || part of jeffreydeanmorganrarechar/ladylorelitany‘s Red Velvet challenge. (Jason Crouse x Alicia Florrick)

1️⃣ Teasing is a Fun Game: After a few trysts with Jason, he shows up unexpectedly during your lecture and all you can think of are the intimate moments you two shared. (Jason Crouse x Reader)

1️⃣ The Newest Family Addition: Jason and Jen tell Susie the good news, but as the months progress and Jen’s baby bump begins to show, Susie becomes anxious that her parents will replace her. (Part 2 to Sunday Funday Surprise).  (Jason Crouse x fem!OC)

1️⃣ The Other Sister: You accidentally walk in your older sister, Alicia’s, apartment to find her newest affair naked on her bed. (Jason Crouse x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ You Are Mine: Jason reveals his jealous side. (Jason Crouse x Reader)

MAX (the resident)

1️⃣ Coffee Date: Since Max wasn’t going to make the first move, you take him by surprise and ask him out for coffee. (Max x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Similar Personalities: Max needs some comforting and turns to you to make him feel better. What he didn’t expect was for you to find out his secret, and more than willing to partake in one of his fantasies. (Max x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ The Breakthrough: What if Juliet didn’t stop Max? Would that have changed everything? (Max x Juliet)

1️⃣ You’re Safe With Me: Max didn’t expect for you, the new tenant, to be newly divorced with two young children. However, the more time he spent with you, the more he realized that you had taken him out of the walls and shown him a world that he always knew he could live. (Max x fem!Reader)

NEGAN SMITH (the walking dead)

1️⃣ A Broken Facade: Negan gives Father Gabriel his confession. In doing so, a vivid memory enters his mind about the one person he failed to protect. || part of flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash writing challenge. (Negan x Lucille)

1️⃣ A Flood of Old Memories: While singing in the shower, Negan overhears the song that brings back old memories that he has tried to suppress for so long. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ A Hands-On Demonstration: Negan shows you just how it’s like to be pleasured by a real man. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ A Private Dance: As a new dancer, you try and familiarize yourself with the regulars, listening to the other women’s advice. However, your eye catches a man in a leather jacket sitting towards the back of the room. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ A Proper Thank You: An underestimated, young Savior saves Negan’s life and he repays her the only way he knows how. (Negan x fem!OC)

1️⃣ An Unwanted Flashback: After Negan makes Carl face down onto the pavement, flashbacks from the Claimers enter the young boy’s mind and goes into a mental breakdown. (Negan x Carl)

1️⃣ Baby, I’m Back!: After his month-long supply run, you and Negan show each other just how much you missed one another. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Coach Negan: Coach Negan takes a liking to you and after he witnesses the bullying that you endure, he shows you just exactly how special you are. (Negan x fem!Reader)

✍️✅ Coach Negan: You always loved sports. Most specifically, basketball. After deciding to join the new season after a very embarrassing last season, you believe that you could change the team’s bad luck and bring them to the championships, but you weren’t expecting the team’s coach to be as good looking as him. It was going to be tougher than you planned. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Control: You and Negan have the same temperament, and when you both get into an argument, it is always a battle of power and control that ultimately leads to angry, rough, dominant sex. In this instance, who wins the argument? (Negan x fem!Reader

1️⃣ Goodbye My Lover: Negan knows what’s to come, but he can’t seem to come to terms with it. Lucille was the woman he loved, despite everything he had done || Inspired by “Here’s Negan” (Negan x Lucille)

1️⃣ Hurt Me: You finally have enough of Negan’s behavior towards you. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ I Don’t Wanna Live Forever: Negan realizes the truth to the saying, “you never know what you have until you’ve lost it.” When you, one of his wives, decide to leave him, you wonder if you’ve made the right decision and Negan starts to question if he should have let you go in the first place. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ I Know Your Secret: After a year from being accepted into The Sanctuary, you had become one of Negan’s top Saviors. During a night of fun with the rest of your fellow Saviors, Negan drops in and decides to tease you for hiding such an “important” secret. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ I Truly Am Sorry: Witnessing your father’s death broke you and the one man that has been haunting your nightmares finally show up for the first pick-up. (Negan x fem!OC)

1️⃣ I Trust You: Negan asks Mary an important question that will change her entire life. (Negan x fem!OC)

1️⃣ It’s Over: Negan doesn’t understand that your affair with him is over. You, however, had enough and finally lose control || part of @embracetheapocalypsewithme‘s 400 Follower Negan Challenge. (Negan x fem!Reader)

✍️✅ Just the Three of Us: You meet Negan and Simon at a bachelor party and realize a hunger you never knew you had. What happens when you finally are able to have each of them and then suddenly, the world collapses? (Negan x fem!Reader x Simon)

1️⃣ Let Me Take Care of You: After sorting out the supplies from a successful run on a hot, summer’s day, you accidentally cut yourself after opening a box with your knife. Negan takes notice and decides to take care of it himself. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Let’s Make A Deal: After the deaths of Glenn and Abraham, Rick and the rest of the group have been on edge. Hannah didn’t know what she had gotten herself into when joining this group, but she was just about to find out what had everyone working their asses off. Negan shows up and offers her a deal that she cannot refuse. (Negan x fem!OC)

1️⃣ My Not-So Little Girl: Pre-apocalypse AU. Negan gives his daughter, Casey, advice on how to drive and it gets out of hand. || Part of flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash writing challenge. (Negan x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Now, What Do We Have Here?: You have been living in the Sanctuary for two months now and neither men showed any interest towards you. Though, it is a good thing that you’ve got a vivid imagination and after a long day at work, you decide to let out some steam. (Negan x fem!Reader x Simon)

✍️✅ One Drunken Night: Reader’s date stands her up, so she decides to stay at the bar anyway. Then, she meets Negan who unravels her entire world. All the while, trying to navigate her relationship with Joel. (Negan x fem!Reader, Joel Miller x fem!Reader, TLOU x TWD crossover)

1️⃣ Our First Night: Lara has a big crush on the leader of the Sanctuary, Negan. Tonight, though, she finds out just exactly how mutual the feelings are. (Negan x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Save Me: Rick and Shane receive a call about a domestic disturbance, but so did Negan and Simon. (Rick x Shane x fem!Reader x Negan x Simon)

1️⃣ Straight for the Castle: King Ezekiel’s daughter, “Princess” Ramona, has a plan to overthrow her father and take over the Kingdom. When her plan finally goes through, Negan shows up at the gates of the Kingdom while her father was on a supply run. (Negan x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Talk Dirty to Me: You can’t help but be attracted your leader, to your Savior, Negan. What happens when he brings you back to his office? Will it finally happen? (Negan x fem!OC)

✍️✅ The Moon: Luna, a shy and timid woman, encounters Negan who is the complete opposite. Negan tries to break her out of her shell, but will it work? It was going to be tough, especially since he reminds Luna of her late husband… And not in a good way. (Negan x fem!OC) 

1️⃣ The Physical: Going to the doctor’s have always been a big fear of yours and now that you were waiting for your doctor to enter the room, he walks in with a large grin and deep dimples || part of noodlescupcakes 1st Writing Challenge. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ The Proposal: @a-girl-interupted​ requested: “I had an idea of a character with negan where she eventually becomes his/a wife and somehow he realizes how important it would be to her to have an actual proposal and wedding. We dont want to Negan too soft and the details are up to you but I would cry to see this” (Negan x fem!OC)

1️⃣ The Punishment: You hire a lawyer after being wrongfully accused of a crime. However, your lawyer, Negan, has a different way to punish you || pre-apocalypse AU. part of flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s writing challenge. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Unknown Feelings: Negan takes notice of one of the new Saviors during their weekly game night with the rest of the guys. Though, what he doesn’t expect is the feelings that follow… (Negan x male!OC)

1️⃣ You Belong to Me: You didn’t realize what you were getting into after stealing the supplies. However, what you also didn’t expect was to be attracted by the man who ultimately had your fate in his hands. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ You, Doll, Are Special: You and Negan finally give in to one another. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ You’ve Got A Friend in Me: Negan realizes that Fat Joey has a sister. Little does he know, she’s also got a voice of an angel. (Negan x fem!OC)

THE COMEDIAN (watchmen)

1️⃣ A Double Life: Eddie secretly leads a double life, but as his wife, you think it’s time that he hangs up his costume as “The Comedian.” (The Comedian x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Opposites Attract: Can the God of War and the Goddess of Love and Beauty – both opposite sides of the spectrum – find a way to meet in the middle? || part of jeffreydeanneganstrash 1k writing challenge. (The Comedian x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Unsteady: Eddie turns to you for some stress relief. (The Comedian x fem!Reader)

[dixonsgirl93]

You’re getting intimate with TWD men, would they care if you hadn’t shaved (anywhere)?

(Because duh, your main priority is staying alive, not being well groomed)

Daryl Dixon

He doesn’t care. He doesn’t even notice tbh. All he sees is your body in front of him, clothes peeling away, revealing all of your precious curves.

He’ll kiss the hair on your thighs before going down on you, not caring about the hair between your legs.

He’ll pin your arms above your head and not care about your hairy pits.

He understands it’s about survival and as long as you’re clean enough, he’s happy to be naked with you.

Rick Grimes

He doesn’t care. He also understands it’s primarily about survival. Even in a safe place with water like Alexandria or Commonwealth, he respects if you don’t want to shave. For whatever reason you have.

Before the apocalypse, he loved his women smooth as butter. He wouldn’t judge or be grossed out if you didn’t shave though. But since the outbreak, his tastes have changed, he has changed.

He would put your hairy legs over his shoulders while he fucked you good, even pressing his lips against your leg.

He might prefer if you were trimmed between your legs, but again he’ll deep dive regardless, savouring your taste.

Negan Smith

Pre-defeat/Sanctuary Negan would have teased you about it. He wouldn’t be mean about it, more like, “we have the resources, so why haven’t you?”

Post-defeat Negan wouldn’t care. He’d soak up your attention and give just as much, if not more, back.

He’d kiss you all over, murmuring how beautiful and sexy you are.

He’d put you in all sorts of positions, not caring about your hair at all.

Merle Dixon

He’d definitely make some comments about it, teasing you about becoming a wolf or something. When you’d tease back about not only being hairy like an animal, he’d smirk and get right back to kissing you.

He wouldn’t care that much, maybe preferring you to be a little trimmed at least. (Which is cheeky of him to say but unsurprising)

He’d put you in whatever position he wanted and fuck you senseless anyway.

He wouldn’t bring any attention to your hair afterwards but would definitely be surprised if next time you’d put some effort in, teasing you about looking good for him.

[bobsburgersfan17]

perhaps could i get a bot where carl bonds with the user over not really having a functioning eye (i have cataracts in one eye for example it sucks T_T) so carl is just having this aha moment that he’s not alone!

okay so to make it more fitting for like twd i'm thinking of going to do something like users eye was infected after the outbreak (kinda like gabriel) like maybe walker blood got in their eye and wasn't cleaned out since it would've happened before user also found alexandria (not gonna have them be part of the group pre-alexandria (ill make them more like enid as in they found the community or aaron found them but they were still there before rick's group)) and so like he never asked about users trouble seeing or even talked to them much until after he loses his eye or something like that idk ill figure it out if that concept sounds alright to you or you want me to add or remove something😓😓

like maybe he's just bitching about how hard it is and user is like "omg tell me about it" and they bond in that sense yk??

PLEASE LMK IF THATS AN ALR CONCEPT🙏🙏

[juuuulez]

Okay but since that anon mentioned your Capulet series, I've re-read it and as I am also re-watching The Last Of Us, I can't help but Invision pre-apocalypse Negan and Reader as Joel and Sarah, esp when the outbreak happens at school, it gave me TLOU ep 1 vibes tbh! <333

ALSOOOO I can just SEE a younger reader pulling a "drugs. I sell hardcore drugs." at Negan if she ever gave him a gift for his birthday or something post-apocalypse!

UM UM UM WHY IS THIS IN MY DRAFTS!!!! WHY DIDNT I POST THIS!!!!!!!!!!! okay lock in for my walking dead infodump

oh wow this is so cute… my TLOU and walking dead obsession go hand in hand so knowing that it gave those vibes is the biggest compliment ever

but can i admit something naughty…….

there’s actually an alternate ending to capulet. like, a “canon” version that goes along with the rest of twd……and i never wrote it because, well, it’s a carl fic, and we’ve already mourned his death once.

i’ll put some stuff about it under the cut, because who knows, maybe one day i’ll write it:

basically, if carl had of died like canon, reader would’ve went a little bit crazy. not terribly so, just paranoid, and probably bitching out even more on the saviours.

when negan’s captured it’s like the nail in the coffin, and she’d basically beg anyone to stick around and help her break him out, but nobody wants anything to do with it: the sanctuary is completely abandoned. she spends days, maybe even weeks, incessantly plotting some stupid plan, but never gets around to committing because ultimately she knows it’s slim.

this is simultaneous to rick going a little off the rails, y’know, cus his son is dead. so, with rick paying less attention, and reader still a giant red question mark on the community? maggie takes things into her own hands.

because she’s not risking negan escaping. as far as she’s concerned, you’re a loose thread, someone who could fuck this whole thing up. but being pregnant she can’t exactly do much about it, so instead, she handballs the task to michonne.

the instructions are very clear: kill her. doesn’t matter how, or where, or with what, just make sure it happens.

michonne spends maybe a day hunting you down. the second you even spot her at the sanctuary, you run, letting her chase you anywhere you can get on two legs.

that doesn’t last forever, for michonne is smarter, and probably quicker. she corners you in this dusty area at the edge of town, finally getting you down to your knees. up until this point, you’ve been a rabid animal, fighting and yelling and spitting.

but she just needs you to listen to her.

because she’s not gonna kill you.

instead? you will go far, far away. anywhere but here. and if you ever showed your face again, if anyone even caught the tiniest whiff of you, you’d be killed on sight.

that’s not a bad deal, though. compared to execution, at least.

michonne takes your bat, deciding that would have to be ample proof that she got the job done. you also hand over that little notebook you always carry, the one with drawings of carl in it.

(years later judith would find this notebook and go down to interrogate negan: before eventually suggesting that he keeps it, for he has nothing that reminds him of you. he declines and says that you’d probably wanted judith to have it).

everyone in alexandria thinks you’re dead. michonne tells maggie, who subsequently spreads the news, taking some satisfaction in telling negan, who’s downright miserable.

because it’s depressing. you had been free, and now you were dead. it was almost animalistic, like you’d been put down, like your life wasn’t human enough.

it was unfair because his mistakes got him imprisoned, whilst yours got you killed. that’s fucked up. but, it’s meant to be fucked up, because it’s meant to be a lesson.

years pass like this.

it only serves as another point of tension between negan and maggie, but that isn’t uncommon at this point.

“you killed my husband.”

“you killed my daughter.”

to which maggie would always say, “she’s not your daughter.”

not entirely untrue, but it still stung.

and now it’s 2028: the unlikely pair has ventured into new york in order to rescue hershel, and have been tipped that there’s somebody who knows the area like the back of their hand.

someone who works for the croat, but never speaks with him directly, and can therefore fly under his radar. a scavenger who travels across cities searching for any supplies that could be of use, all in exchange for safety and protection within the bounds of new york.

aaannnndddd i think you can figure out the rest

[holy-rovia]

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about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

All details vary based on verse, and I can pull Jesus from most points in the show's timeline, including post-death or fix-it verses if needed. While I'm happy to write with comics muses, I'm not caught up on them, so any significant plot changes need to be communicated in advance. I'm also happy to create mash-up AUs with other fandoms like TLOU, Supernatural, MCU, or other horror universes.

wanted connections:

This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I can roll with most muses as far as basic interactions. I’m happy to ship Jesus with other TWD characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry, but unless they’re on my OTP list, they need plotting and interaction first. There is never any pressure to ship with me, even if they’re on my list. Please note that I write Jesus as homosexual, as supported by his canon, and I only ship him with male muses.

OTPs: Aaron Raleigh, Daryl Dixon Possible Ships: most TWD muses Other: TWD muses, King Ezekiel (I just think he's cool and doesn't get enough love), TLOU or other zombie apocalypse/supernatural/horror muses

default verses:

twd!verse: Any events set in The Walking Dead timeline, including fix-it verses for Jesus's death. He survives the Whisperers to be one of the envoys to the Commonwealth, where he later helps to overturn it and works as a private detective.

verses by request only:

I'm happy to write these, but since they're more specific AUs, I don't default on them for asks/memes. Please feel free to request them.

multiverse!madness: At the moment of his death, Jesus finds himself transported to an alternate universe (Marvel, DC, other horror fandoms, etc.). Though he distinctly remembers dying, he's unharmed there and must adjust to the new conditions, whether that's normal, pre-apocalyptic life or a different apocalypse scenario.

tlou: Jesus was fifteen when the outbreak happened, and he later joined the Fireflies in Atlanta, though he eventually becomes disillusioned by their tactics and lives as a nomad. (bio)

[ofauroradreams]

I'm only on S6 atm and I'm slowly figuring out the details as I watch the show but this is a rough overview of Liana's existence in TWD so far:

timeline

not too sure on the first year or so of the apocalypse. definitely passed thru Washington near the beginning of the outbreak; possibly where Adam died. possibly lived on a farm for a while, until it was necessary to move. I kinda like the vagueness of it all.

first encounters Rick's group during the prison era. probably crosses paths with Daryl in the surrounding woods, hunting for food. she has a camp near the prison but doesn't really say where. she offers her aid to the group, scavenging for supplies and stuff; but never actually joins the group.

scoped out Woodbury from a distance but didn't get too close: the cognitive dissonance between the white picket fence community and the hellscape of the apocalypse freaks her out. also thinks it's ripe for a mob mentality.

she's out on a hunt when the Governor attacks the second time. she returns to a burning and infested prison; assumes everyone died in the attack and decides to just move on. everything ends in the end, after all.

she's restless. got attached to knowing people again. so when she sees the signs to Terminus, she decides to follow it. she gets there after everyone else has already been captured, and helps Carol set up the distraction to free her people. has a bingo card for the types of communities she encounters; marks off cannibalistic.

it's at this point she asks to join the group for good, having decided to claim them as 'her own'. maybe not everything ends in the end.

couldn't eat the dog (never eats dogmeat. not even in Fallout tbh).

does not trust Alexandria at first. stays behind during the quarry plan and the first trip to Hilltop bc she wants to protect her people who also stay behind; she doesn't trust the community to keep them safe. so she was present during the Wolves attack and also the horde.

gets stuck on the roof of one of the houses during the horde attack.

does go to help clear the Saviour camp: it's the first time she strikes pre-emptively against a threat, instead of reacting to it. makes her peace with it, particularly when she realizes how dangerous they are.

headcanons

is always wearing a high school letterman jacket with the name Travers and the number 19 on the back. it's old and worn and covered in blood but she will never wash it. it belonged to Adam and he died in it; she's been wearing it ever since. under the walker and human blood stains is the blood of her friends and family and her brother. it's all she has left of them.

Adam died first; killed by people (fighting over supplies maybe?). her failure to protect him is probably what triggered her rage, the one that helps her survive, and protect her own by killing others. walkers are easy; but people weigh on her. the rage makes it less of a burden.

burned down a settlement that housed a cult. they kidnapped her best friend and planned to sacrifice her to try and repel the undead. Liana got there too late to save her, so she burned it to the ground.

lost her other best friend to a horde. they were trying to climb up and over a wall and he got caught by the walkers. she couldn't hold on; it haunts her dreams.

still working out the details of some of the others. I think... maybe Leo died trying to save Mikey, and Donnie let himself get taken by walkers after April died. Raph, idk yet, maybe he died to people as well. Casey survived the longest. Liana had to put them all down in the end. she never buried any of the bodies; she thinks about it every time the group buries on of their own.

may or may not have gotten captured and forced to fight in a fight ring for entertainment for a little while; probably burned that place down too. she has a thing about fire.

used an emergency flair to lead a walker horde away from her own at least once, Jurassic Park-style.

does not trust Morgan for a long time, bc she doesn't think he's capable of protecting the community. if the difference between someone living or dying is Morgan taking a life, she doesn't trust him to make that call.

does not trust most settlements; she's seen too many go bad.

[thcsedorks]

note to self for verses, dont rb please

twd - canon, pre-outbreak, certain no-death aus, crossover aus (l4d, mlp bc ive seen that and thought it was hilarious, hh,) no-outbreak au tadc - canon, pre-circus/human, npc aus maybe? waiting to see as more eps come out aiw - canon, surface au, animated movie lhotp - canon, maybe certain crossover aus, modern au hh - canon, human/pre-death, aus where sinners can go to the surface/travel across rings, maybe crossovers mlp - main grimdark au, canon au (ish. im still canon divergent fuck what they did w the future ponies,) eqg, human, zombie au dn - canon, no L-death/L fakes his death au, no death note au, pre-dn mm - main/canon, artemis and solis win/hathor banished au, mlp au (having them interact w celestia and luna wld be so fucking funny) cc - main au, purified dallas au, dallas yakuza leader au, monster/supernatural au, zombie au, teen au if i add any campers l4d - main, pre-outbreak, crossover aus (l4d, mlp bc again funny, hh maybe?,) monster au, infected au, high school au, no outbreak, conartist evelyn au?, ceda agent evelyn au too

[justinewt]

Meet Nikki Clark - FTWD REWRITE OC

[FEAR THE WALKING DEAD-MASTERLIST]

Do not use my character without my consent thanks <3

warning: arts and pictures you’ll see are not mine (I found them on pinterest) and the actress used to portray Nicole is Linda Cardellini, from Freaks & Geeks 1999-2000, Nicole is a character 100% created by me, Andrea but the style of the bio has been inspired by a bio found on a TWD Amino and bios made by director Guillermo Del Toro. Also the quote is from the song Heathens by Twenty One Pilots <3

And PLEASE, you are all very beautiful as you are, DO NOT feel bad about my character’s body/weight/height/measurements or anything, keep in mind that she’s fictional and living in quite extreme condition (it’s a post-apocalyptic setting, most wouldn’t be in good healt condition regarding their weight etc)!! And you are all beautiful humans <3 

AND Nikki has been through physical abuse so proceed with caution if this can trigger you, the abuse is not described in length but maybe some interactions or thoughts could trigger you, idk

Words: 3.3k (some flashbacks in the fic will refer to events mentioned in PERSONALITY and BACKGROUND but it's not big spoilers, unless you haven't seen the show)

NICOLE EMILY CLARK bio

INFORMATIONS

FULL NAME: Nicole Emily Clark (born Russel)

NICKAME: Nikki (she always wrote it this way everywhere, even when taking exams in school cause she liked it. She didn't like her name very much and with the outbreak, even less people actually called her Nicole. She liked to meet new people so she could tell them her name was Nikki.)

DATE OF BIRTH: 1991

AGE: 19 (Season 1-3//2010); 21 (Season 4//2012); 22 (Season 5//2013); 23 (Season 7//2014); 30 (Season 8//2021)

SEX: Female

ORIENTATION: Bi (but it's pretty irrelevant in the story)

NATIONALITY: American

ETHNICITY: Caucasian-American

ORIGINS: She’s of English, Scottish and Irish ancestry

OCCUPATION: Pre-Apocalypse: Former Student at Paul R. Williams High School; Volunteer Nurse; Former nursing school Alumni

Post-Apocalypse: Former Member of the Broke Jaw Ranch; //

FAMILY

PARENTS: Jean Russel and Harold Russel, deceased.

SIBLINGS: She has no biological sibling and was born an only child but she views Nick and Alicia as her siblings, tho she is closer to Nick.

RELATIVES: Unnamed relatives; Madison Clark (adoptive mother/legal guardian); The Clarks (adoptive family).

FRIENDS: Nick Clark, best friend (they knew each other since kindergarten and got into drugs together); Gloria (friends through Nick); Alicia Clark (good friends, not as close as she is with Nick tho)

PARTNERS: She never actually dated anyone before the outbreak (she was too busy dealing with her shit really)

PERSONALITY: In Nick's fashion, Nikki is a flawed teenager who suffered from heroin addiction. She suffered throughout her life and was made fearful, reserved and with an obsessive fear of abandonment by the two people who were supposed to care for her, until she was taken in by Madison. She and Nick were in their own bubble, one dealing with deep trauma and the other dealing with his father's distant anq rather neglectful behavior, which started to get worse after Nikki joined their family but Nick never blamed her. Their addiction often caused trouble for her newfound family, who suffered because of this, and their attempts to stop this further resulted in more failure and even though Nikki was the first to get cleaned, it bested her and she stole drugs before the outbreak, but this was the last time she ever took some, unlike Nick.

Unlike Nick, who can put his life on the line because of his addictive behavior, her more fearful persona led her to be more careful and quiet. She observes people and mentally assesses situation, making plans, or things like that, in her own head. She has trouble sharing her ideas with others, but she really doesn't speak much in general. She does things and moves around in silence, often taking people by surprise when they eventually notice her presence. She second guesses herself a lot and has very little trust in her own abilities which leads her to having a rather low self-esteem and confidence.

Like Nick, she is smart and the both of them are the first to understand that the infected aren't actually "infected" but rather dead. She is also, like him, quite selfless and always helps around. With her nurse training, she never thinks twice before offering medical help to people, no matter who they are; like at the military compound after Madison put a spoon in Troy's eye, leaving it bleeding and swollen. She treats him, though she, unsurprisingly, does so in silence, ignoring his stares and questions and barely talking to him. She wasn't afraid of him but rather felt somehow uncomfortable.

Something else she shares with Nick is that she can be impressionable and easily led by people with a stronger personality, such as Victor Strand, Celia Flores, Madison or even Nick himself, because if he led by someone else, she will most likely follow in his steps. As an example, after leaving Celia Flores' home, she is quite confused and lost and starts listening to Victor Strand. After they arrive at the Broke Jaw ranch, she starts disliking Jeremiah Otto because he reminds her of her father when he raises his voice. She gained a little in confidence at this time and since Madison wants to deal with Troy, she says he seems to like her and she will get close to him but really, though she didn't like him, she wasn't sure how to feel about him. With a dark charisma and a stronger and more unpredictable personality, Troy kept her on her toes. Maybe she, subconsciously, liked the instability of it all. She never knew if Troy was going to be normal or a total asshole.

After the dam incident, she almost drowned and it gave her PTSD. She became scared of having water up to her torso as well. The loss of Nick totally wrecked her and she felt as if she had lost her heart. She had a very hard time mourning the one she called her best friend and brother. She totally switched after that and became ruthless and cold towards most people and she would cry in private.

APPEARANCE: Nikki is a young woman of short height, standing at 5'3" (160 cm), an inch more with her shoes on, and has a quite petite figure, especially when she wears oversize clothes and her big khaki jacket that she's had since high school. Except in summer, she usually wears vintage looking sweaters with a t-shirt underneath and a pair of baggy jeans with black classic converse. In summer she switches her sweaters for a raglan shirt with black or red sleeves. She wears one as a pajama as well.

She experienced huge weight loss from her heroin addiction which landed her at the hospital as well as rehab, her face got sunken making her look a bit older than her age.

⚠WARNING - TONS OF SPOILERS AHEAD⚠

BACKGROUND: Nikki, of her full name Nicole Emily Russel was born in 1991, to Jean and Harold Russel in LA, California. Her family had been living in the States since the 60s and she was second generation to be born and raised there. She was born in a very pious and strict Christian household and had a complicated relationship with her parents growing up. Her father repeated learned behaviour from his own physically abusive father and would hit her quite often to “discipline” her, and her mother was very passive regarding those unjustified punishments, enabling him. In first year of primary school, Nikki met Nick Clark. The two got sat next to each other in class and almost immediately became friends. Because of that their mothers started talking as they would come to pick them up from school, joking about how similar their names were, Nicole and Nicholas, Nikki and Nick. Like they were two sides of the same coin. When her mother talked with Madison Clark, Nikki saw a completely different side of her, a façade really, that she put on to pretend that she was a nice, good person, and it gave her false hope that her mother was actually what she pretended but when they would get back home, the yelling and beatings would resume and her mother would sit by and do her thing, not caring about it.

For the longest time, Nikki thought she deserved all this and that it was a normal life. She had to keep it a secret because her father told her that if she told anyone, bad people would come and take her and lock her away forever. So, she spent years being terrified of being separated from her parents. It was her worst fear. She somehow managed to keep the various bruises on her body hidden because she would never go to the infirmary, and she would not take part in PE classes because her left leg had been fragilized after being broken. This time around, it had nothing to do with the abuse she was put through. There was a tree in the backyard of the house -which they had cut down after- and when she was around 6, the summer before she went back to school, she tried to climb it and fell. Because the year she met Nick, she had her leg in a cast, she needed assistance and the teacher had assigned him to help her around. That was the actual beginning of their friendship. He was the only one that she then allowed to get close to her because she was so shy and quiet around other people. She never spoke in class.

Her leg remained in a cast for two months and in October ’97, it was removed. During those past couple of months, her father barely laid a hand on her and she almost got used to it. She thought he had stopped being violent altogether because she was hurt and he cared for her but once it was taken off, he started hitting and spanking her again, only keeping himself from going too far because her mom told him they would have the social services on their ass if it got too obvious. At school, she was dispensed from physical activities as her leg was still healing but even 6 months later, in March ’98, she still had some troubles with her leg. Over time, the doctors saw that the leg remained fragilized though she was healing well and to prevent her bone from breaking again in the future, Nikki was told to avoid doing sports. Every time they did a sport that involved running, she couldn’t, the rest of the time, she carefully dressed to cover her body, even if she had no noticeable bruise. It became a reflex as she grew up. For the rest of their primary school years, no one never knew what she was going through. She only ever wore pants and long-sleeved t-shirt or jackets. Even Nick, for the longest time, never saw her arms or legs uncovered.

By the time they turned 14, Nick’s relationship got complicated with his father. That’s when Nikki started rebelling, when she was 13, and she ran away one night, she managed to make her way to Nick’s house and climbed to his window. She ran away that night specifically because in the evening prior, she got into a huge fight with her father, and he gave her a black eye and busted lip. At first, he didn’t realize she was hurt because she wasn’t saying anything and it was dark but when he turned on his light, he was appalled and shocked. She tried to play it off saying she was assaulted by some guy on the street and ran off, but he wouldn’t believe her. He kept trying to find out what happened and she wouldn't tell him, she would just ask him to help her, and he did, but she didn’t want his mom to know, saying that things would get more complicated. He tried to go get stuff to tend to her face, but he accidentally made some noise and Madison woke up. She saw her son with his hands full of compresses and other things and she came into his room but by then, Nikki had heard them talk and got scared. She climbed back out the window and ran off. She didn’t know where to go. She was completely lost and had no idea what to do. If she went back, Madison could help but she was terrified to be taken away from her parents, and if she went back to them instead, she was terrified of what might be done to her for running away and telling people about what was happening.

She was even more scared of staying on the streets and eventually went back to her parents, in hope that they didn’t realize she had run off in the first place. She found the window still up and when she got in, she saw the door was still locked. She couldn’t sleep that night, but she was so exhausted that she fell asleep without even realizing. She woke up when she heard a key turn inside her door’s lock and her mother came into the room, her phone in her hand. Nick and Madison had been trying to call her the whole night and asked her what this was about. Nikki pretended she had no idea and asked if she could get her phone back, but her mom refused, telling her that she was going away to Christian camp for the holidays, without her phone. That morning, Madison and Nick showed up at their house, asking about Nikki. Madison had understood something was off and she was careful with her tone and words but still, Jean didn't let them in, saying Nikki was still asleep, when in reality, she was simply locked up in her room. She eventually closed the door on them and they slowly walked back to their car when Nick casually went around the house and saw Nikki's silhouette behind a thin curtain at a window on the second floor. He could tell she saw him because she walked away to hide.

Nick went back to his mom and urged her to call the police. He told her what he saw and as he had already told her about the injuries she had last night, she dialed 911 and called for a wellness check on Nikki, saying they had suspicion of child abuse. She pressed them to come quickly and said she feared for the 13-year-old's life as she thought her parents might try to take her away today. She couldn't give them many information on the situation as she had no idea what really went down in that house but she knew for a fact it was bad. Nick was walking back and forth, worried sick for his best friend and he and his mom stayed in front of the house until the police came, in case the Russels tried to leave. After a few minutes, a car finally arrived and Nick instantly walked up to the two officers that got out. He was frantic and they told him to calm down as they walked up to the door and knocked. Jean opened. Her husband was actually not there because he was at work. They talked with her for a moment, asking about Nikki, telling her they needed to see her but Jean, with this warm smile assured everything was fine. They insisted but she argued back. At some point, Nick was so done waiting he abruptly slipped inside the house and ran up the stairs. Jean yelled at him but it gave the opportunity for the two officers to finally enter as Nick was upstairs, ramming Nikki's door after he found it locked.

He called for the officers who ran up to join him and they ordered Jean to unlock the door while Nick tried to talk to the girl inside but she was curled up in a corner of the room, frightened by all the noise and fearing her mother would get mad at her if she spoke. Jean eventually gave them the key, quite reluctant to do so and they opened. Nick went up to her and hugged her. She started crying and was then taken to the station where they called CPS on the Russels. Because of the black eye and busted lip, they radioed for a medic unit to come meet them at the station. They had to leave because Jean was being hysterical and demanding to take back her child, saying this was all nonsense. Madison and Nick insisted to come along to provide Nikki with support while things were being dealt with and the officers let them. They sat with her and Nick looked like he was glued to her, holding her against him the whole time. He felt as if he had failed her by letting this go on for so long. The medics arrived, took Nikki's vitals and tried to ask her a couple questions but her lips were sealed.

From Nick's statement, who was the first to see Nikki last night -Madison was told after, she didn't see her right away, it could only be considered hearsay-, she already had the injuries then but when Nikki was asked about it, she mumbled, bit her lips and didn't really say much. She was taken to the hospital to be checked by a doctor when she finally said her father had done this to her. Her claims were backed by the police report that the officers filed after conducting the wellness check and photographs were taken before treating her. When CPS finally responded to the report filed by the police, they spoke with them, as they were the ones who called and then interviewed everyone involved, starting with Nikki who they had to really put at ease for her to speak. Given the emergency of the situation, Nikki was not brought back to her house and as she had been already removed from her house, they sought a court order. With an emergency guardianship ruling, Madison was allowed to take Nikki with her while CPS conducted their investigations on the Russels. Madison almost immidietaly registered the Clarks as foster carers, to make sure she wouldn't be moved to another family. In the weeks and months that followed, there was a number of court audiences and Nikki's parents lost custody and their parental rights were terminated. Madison and her then husband were deemed the best to take care of her from now on and became her legal guardians, though Madison really embodied that role, her husband not so much.

There were regular visit from CPS workers assigned to the case to assess how the Clarks were adjusting to the changes and if Nikki was well. She was sharing Nick's room and his bed had been switched to a bunk one. They were long term best friends and had always been like siblings so they were really happy about the situation. Madison eventually started to think of adopting Nikki and she spoke to ther latter about becoming a Clark too. A court date was eventually set to finalize the adoption and within the year, Nicole Russel became Nicole Clark. By then, Nikki's parents had been sentenced to prison for child abuse. Her father, who struck her was sentenced to 6 years in prison and her mother, who let this happen and would lock her in her room, removing all means of communication with the outside world every night, was sentenced to 2 years in prison. They were also forbidden to go anywhere near their child.

After what happened, she had become even quieter. She was there for Nick as his relationship with his own father got difficult and they both eventually began hanging out at the abandoned church where they would shoot up, both falling into addiction, at just 13 years old. The next five years proved draining for everyone. When they were 14, Madison found out about Nick's addiction and he covered for Nikki and for a while, they only knew about his addiction but after he went to rehab for the first time, it became obvious that she suffered the same affliction and thought it best to send her to a different rehab facility than Nick. Nikki didn’t like it but unlike Nick, she didn’t complain about it. He was upset about it and criticized his mother for separating them, but she stood her grounds. To her, not being around each other for a time could only help them. Of course, when they would get out, they would genuinely try not to do drugs again, but the addiction would prove stronger than their willpower each time. From then on and for the rest of their high school years, they were in and out of rehab. They somehow managed to graduate despite everything, which led them to miss school quite often and she went to rehab for the umpteenth time. She was accepted to nursing school and by the time the first semester ended, she was expelled for stealing drugs from the infirmary. She had no prospect of any kind of a future so she found a job at a gas station and not long after, the outbreak happened. She was at work the day things went down.

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i loved all the negan and aaron stuff but i’m gonna stand by what i said a few days ago about it making no sense that aaron knows about what negan did to his wife. if he doesn’t know and just threw out “she died hating you” in hopes it’d resonate with and hurt him somehow, that’s fine, but it really sounds like they had aaron find out about negan’s infidelity off screen and since negan only reluctantly confessed that to gabe years ago and no one else (when he thought he might die trying to get out of that trailer btw), that doesn’t sit right with me

[dixons-sunshine]

Through The Good Times And The Bad | Young!Daryl Dixon x Young!Fem!Reader

Summary: Of everything Daryl wanted to do with you, fighting certainly wasn't on that list. However, in every relationship, there was bound to be disagreements, but Daryl didn't know if you'd forgive him for what he had said. It took one night for him to realise that you weren't going anywhere.

Genre: Angst to fluff.

Era: Pre outbreak.

Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams universe.

Warnings: Like one swear word, self deprecating thoughts.

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: Here's this short fic to make up in advance for the few days that it's gonna take me to write the fic that won the poll. Not gonna reveal too much about it, but it's called "I Never Lived For The Applause". I'll let your minds run wild with that.

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

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Stupid. That's what Daryl Dixon thought of himself. What he'd been thinking of himself for a whole week at that point. Stupid for lashing out at you. Stupid for what he called you. Stupid for not approaching you for an entire week. Stupid for not falling to his knees and apologising, begging for your forgiveness.

Sleep eluded him completely that night. How could he let that happen? How could he ruin the one good thing in his life? You'd been there for him since you moved to the trailer park when you were both merely twelve years old. You were his best friend, now his girlfriend, and he'd seemingly messed it all up in a matter of minutes.

Looking back, Daryl knew that he had been in the wrong. You were simply trying to help him, to reassure him that he didn't need his brother's approval, and he'd lashed out at you. He'd said some nasty things that someone as sweet and caring as you didn't deserve, all because you told him that he didn't have to help Merle with some stupid drug deal. He had seemingly damaged your relationship, in the end only to tell Merle no anyway.

Daryl scoffed to himself and turned over, wincing at the friction it caused on his freshly wounded side. His father had been relentless the past few days, bestowing beatings on him whenever he laid his eyes on his youngest son. Daryl had grown accustomed to sneaking out to your trailer when things got too bad to handle on his own, but now he didn't know if he was allowed to. He didn't know if you'd tell him to go to hell, and he wouldn't have blamed you if you did. You had every reason to hate him.

Frustrated by the inability to fall asleep, Daryl sat up in his bed. His body screamed in protest at his movements, the beating from only a few hours prior taking its painful root in his body. Trying to ignore the pain, he reached into his nightstand to grab a few painkillers you'd bought for him to help him when you couldn't. However, as his hands fell upon the bottle, his eyes caught sight of a Polaroid picture. It was a picture you had taken of the two of you a month prior. The picture was ridiculous; you had somehow convinced him to wear a facemask with you and had him pose with you for a photo. Despite the fact that he was against the idea initially, it definitely was one of his favourite memories with you. He loved you, and he didn't ever want to lose you.

Before the thought could fully register in his mind, Daryl was climbing out of his window and sneaking away from his trailer towards yours. He didn't know if you were still awake or if you'd even want to see him, but he needed to see you. He needed to apologise to you, even if you hated him. At least he would have gotten it off his chest.

In a matter of moments, he was standing outside your window. He hesitated for a moment, flashes of your argument a week prior flooding his mind. However, he shook the thoughts from his head and knocked on your window. Almost immediately, your lamp flickered on and your footsteps could be heard approaching the window.

Your window opened and without hesitation or demanding an explanation, you extended a hand to Daryl to help him climb in to your room. Once inside, he turned to you, ready to apologise, but you cut him off by bringing him into a comforting hug. You nuzzled your face into his chest, letting out a deep sigh. Daryl was caught off guard for a moment, but he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head before resting his chin there.

A minute of silence passed between the two of you. You simply stood there in each other's arms, basking in the comfort the hug brought the both of you. However, Daryl soon broke the silence, guilt and regret gnawing at his insides.

“M'sorry fer wha' I said. Fer lashin' out at ya,” he mumbled into your hair, closing his eyes when he felt you press a kiss against his clothed chest. “Please know tha' I didn't mean tha'. Not a single thing. Yer perfect to me.”

“It's okay,” you reassured him, pulling back slightly to gaze into the beautiful blues of his eyes. “You were just mad at your brother. I don't blame you at all.”

Daryl shook his head. “Ya should. I never shoulda said tha' in the first place. I wouldn't blame ya if ya hated me.”

“Daryl Dixon, you listen to me right now,” you started sternly, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. “One little fight isn't going to scare me off. When I agreed to be your girlfriend, I didn't just sign up for the good times. I'll be here through the bad times as well. Nothing will ever change that. You're gonna have to do more than cuss me out for me to run for the hills.”

Daryl stared into your eyes for a moment, a small smile gracing his features. He nodded slowly, subconsciously leaning into your soft touch. “I love ya,” he whispered.

You smiled up at him before giving him a small kiss. When you pulled back, you rubbed his cheek with your thumb. “I love you too, you hard ass. Through thick and thin,” you assured him, before grabbing his hand and leading him over to your bed. “Now sit down while I go grab the first aid kit. By the way, you're staying over tonight. I'm not letting you go now.”

Daryl didn't mind the sound of that at all. In no time at all, you had cleaned his wounds, turned of the light and ushered him into bed. You had brought his head down to rest on your chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. You played with his hair, placing a tender kiss on his forehead, lulling him into sleep.

And for the first time that week, Daryl fell asleep without being plagued by nightmares of losing you.

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World's End [EoH]

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: Strange things start to happen to people; caused by a virus. Most of the humanity hides away in their houses - unlike you. Feeling the urge and duty to help people as a nurse, you keep on working - much to your boyfriend's dislike.

Warnings: angst, fluff, the outbreak - basically, protective!Daryl, dad!Daryl moments, TWD stuff - weapons, walkers

Pre-Apocalypse Era!

Word Count: 2,1k

a/n: You asked for it and I am here to deliver! 🫡 I hope y'all going to like this... 😊

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"I don like this, Y/N..." Daryl stated. His voice was hushed, due to a sleeping Teddy on his arms, but still firm. "Ya shouldn't go ta work. Please... Stay at home."

You sighed; knowing very well that he was most likely right - but you couldn't. "I know, sweetie, but I can't. They need me. Especially now. It's my job." Daryl inhaled deeply; almost frustrated. "I understand that, sunshine, but... We don know what this virus is. So many people already died because of that shit - and you wanna go straight into the danger zone? I don't want ya ta catch whatever it is. I can't lose ya. We can't lose ya."

You swallowed hard; feeling the weight of Daryl's words. "You're right. It's dangerous, but... it's my duty as a nurse to help people. It would be selfish and cowardly to not go to work. I can't let all these people die. I've got to save 'em." Your boyfriend chewed on his bottom lip; pacing up and down the living room of your shared apartment. Teddy was luckily still sleeping in his arms; his little head resting on his father's broad shoulder.

The brown haired man had to choose his next words wisely now. He knew that.

"What if ya can't save 'em? What if they're lost?" You shook your head. "I refuse to believe that. Doctors and scientists all around the world are already working flat out to find a cure." "Yeah, but you've seen the news, Y/N. The government told us to stay at home with a reason. You know about the rumours. Damnit, you even told me that-... I-"

Daryl took another deep breath; quickly shifting Teddy, so that he was able to run a hand over his face and pinch the bridge of his nose. "Fucks sake, I just want ya to be safe..."

You stepped up to him; taking his free hand in yours. "I know what I am doing, Daryl. Trust me, okay?" You squeezed his hand and smiled at him softly.

Your boyfriend sighed once again; tilting his head back - which gave you a delicious view of his neck.

"Ain't havin' a chance ta hold ya back, right?"

You stepped closer and brushed your lips over his; feeling his scruff scratching your skin. "I'll see you tonight," you whispered and pressed a kiss to your son's brown curls on top of his head, grabbed your things and left the apartment. Daryl was powerless.

Your way to work was... aggravated, to say the least. Most of the public transports didn't work at the moment. Only the really necessary ones. Therefore, it was difficult for you to even catch a bus to work.

And it wasn't just that... Gainesville was like a morgue. Empty streets, restaurants and coffee shops. You only saw a few people taking their dogs out for a walk, but nothing more. Everybody was scared and followed the government's orders - but you hadn't the time to be afraid. You were needed.

Daryl sat on the sofa; nervously chewing on the inside of hi lip. His thoughts revolved around you - and only you. He didn't give a shit about what happened to other people, but you.

The redneck was staring at the old clock which hung on the wall in the living room; watching the minutes ticking by agonisingly slow.

"Daddy, look!" Teddy's sweet, soft voice brought him back down to reality. At least for a few moments...

Daryl averted his eyes from the clock and looked down, to where his son sat on the fluffy carpet; looking through a book you had given him yesterday. A book which had been laying in an abandoned drawer, because he was too young for it. Not anymore...

Teddy pointed on a drawing of a plane and it's pilot; an airport in the background. "It's a pwane!" Shining eyes met his similar ones, as the little boy looked up at his dad; smiling. Daryl couldn't help but smile. This little human being meant the world to him. Something he never thought he'd say. But it was the truth. He'd do anything for that kid. Go to hell and back. Daryl didn't care.

He also couldn't deny that Teddy changed him for the better.

Daryl's hand vanished in the mop of chestnut brown hair on his son's head; gently ruffling it. "You're right, Ted. 'S a plane." With his other hand, he turned the page, "N what's that?" and pointed on a truck, which had a lot of logs loaded; driving down a street.

Teddy's eyes scanned the picture; concentrated. "A tuck!" Daryl couldn't suppress the small, affectionate laugh which escaped his lips. "Almost, buddy. A truck. Keep on learning, you're doin' good." He ruffled the boy's hair again and stood up to get himself dressed. He needed fresh air. And distraction.

About twenty minutes later, Daryl was walking down an empty street with Teddy's small hand neatly tucked in his; waddling beside him. Looking around, he could see people gazing judgmental at him through their windows. Some had already barricaded their doors. It was kinda nuts to see that. He noticed the clear difference between him and the rest of the world. He didn't care if the world would go to shit. After all, the world never offered or gave him much. Just you, his son and brother. He didn't need or want more.

"Daddy, can I pway?" Once more ripped him Teddy's voice out of his thoughts. The boy pointed at the little playground you and Daryl always took him to. It was, of course, completely empty. The man nodded. "Sure. Go ahead." Teddy giggled happily and ran as fast as his little legs carried him towards the small slide.

After helping Teddy to slide down the slide a few times, he stood back at the sidelines and watched his son play in the sandbox. Daryl was quite a few meters away from his toddler; smoking a cigarette, but never letting him out of his sight.

But then his gaze drifted down the street for a short moment - which left the man more than just utterly shocked and speechless...

Up ahead he could see three people walking into his direction - but something was off about them. Daryl noticed right away. Almost dripping over their own feet; rather tumbling than walking, strange noises, blood stains and- His eyes widened. One of them had a bullet in his head. Dude shouldn't be alive.

And suddenly it came crashing down on Daryl. The rumours were true. The dead weren't just dead anymore. And where were probably the most dead people besides the cemetery? Right. The hospital.

The realisation pierced marrow and bone. You were anything but safe.

A disgusting growl from distance reminded Daryl that danger was lurking ahead. Whatever these... people had become... He didn't want to cross them - or risk his son's life.

"Teddy!" Daryl called out. "C'mere!" Teddy, being the well-behaved boy he was, got immediately on his small feet and ran up to his dad. Daryl immediately lifted him up in his arms. "Daddy?" "We're goin'. Now." He turned on his heels and started to walk quickly back home. "Daddy, are they sick?" The little boy asked; now obviously facing the dead. The man swallowed hard and cupped his son's head gently. "Don look at 'em, buddy." "Kay."

Back in your shared apartment, Daryl threw several things into a bag. He had a feeling. For all this time, he had a feeling that this all wouldn't end well, and he was right. Whatever it was the virus did to people. It had started. This was just the beginning of the end.

Teddy watched his dad with wide eyes; not knowing in the slightest what was going on.

Daryl slung the bag over one shoulder, grabbed his crossbow from the locked cabinet and threw it over his other shoulder. Then he gave Teddy his stuffed dog and picked him up once more. "Daddy and Teddy going?" Daryl nodded. "We are visiting mommy." The boy's eyes lit up. "Go see mommy?" "Yes, buddy." A cheerful giggle slipped past Teddy's lips.

And when Daryl left the house for a second time, the streets were everything but empty..

In the hospital, chaos had erupted as well. Seeing the dead suddenly roam through the streets and literally ambushing Gainesville, caused everybody to panic. Naturally. You tried to keep a cool head, even though it was difficult with the unbelievable happening right in front of your eyes. The most wanted to run. Others wanted to hide. Your instincts told you that it was probably right to run, but your wit told you it was wiser to stay inside and hide. You talked to so many people – colleagues, patients, family members of the patients; wanted to convince them to stay. Some of them were listening, but the lot of them didn't - and ran straight into their undoing. Unbeknownst to them or you.

Now, you were staring out of one of the big windows; chewing on your nails and watching the horrible scenes unfold right in front of your eyes as your heart was pumping adrenaline through your body. It felt like you had fallen straight into a nightmare. You wanted to turn your back and look away, but you couldn't. You were like frozen to the spot - until... "D-Daryl?" You breathed into the empty room; eyes widening as you saw someone who looked significantly like your boyfriend ran - with a little boy on his arms, straight towards the main entrance of the hospital; paving his way through the dead. After all, Daryl wasn't stupid. He quickly figured out what had to be done.. Unfortunately.

"Daryl!" You shouted again and quickly ran out of the room, past several panicking, crying and yelling people and down towards your family.

"Daryl!" You met him in the entry area; noticing right away that he had barricaded the doors. "Y/N!" Immediate relief washed over his face when he spotted you. You ran over to him, meeting him in the middle of the way. You literally fell into his arms; hugging him and Teddy tightly. "Ya alright?!" Daryl asked; almost panicky. You nodded against his shoulder. "Y-Yes, but... What is happening?Why does it happen so suddenly, I... I don't understand..." Your boyfriend pulled back and cupped your cheeks. "Me neither, sunshine. All I know is, we gotta go. Pick up Merle and search for a safe place somewhere outta town."

Tears started to prick your eyes. "W-What? B-But we can't just leave! What about our apartment? My job..." Your gaze fell on a clingy and scared Teddy, who was holding on to his father for dear life. "Teddy..." The boy was way too small to understand, of course. "Mommy..." He whispered; close to crying. Your heart broke, "Baby..." so you quickly took him into your arms; running a soothing hand through his hair and kissing the crown of his head repeatedly. "It's all good, sweetie, okay? Mommy and daddy are here. Nothing is going to happen to you." You tried your best to reassure the boy, while Daryl's hand rested on his small back, in order to provide comfort as well.

"We gotta go..." Daryl repeated, "We can't stay. If this is truly the world's end, I ain't risking yours or Ted's life." and adjusted his crossbow. "I have ta protect ya. No matter what."

The sound of hands against glass cut through the room, causing the both of you to realise in sheer horror that the dead were trying to get inside the hospital. You swallowed hard; breath quickening.

"Y/N..." Daryl's voice ripped you out of your state of shock. You nodded. "O-Okay..." Your boyfriend gave you a nod as well and took your hand in his; gently pulling you along... "C'mon." And you let him.

Together you took one of the emergency exits and left the town. Daryl guided you through the woods, since he spent a lot of time there; practising to hunt together with his brother - and father, back when he was younger.

Now his knowledge and survival instincts came in handy. If the apocalypse was truly happening right now in front of your eyes, you knew that you didn't want to be somewhere else than with Daryl and Teddy. Daryl may have been called a lot by lots of different peoples, but one thing was certain... He was a fighter. A survivor. There wasn't a safer place on this godforsaken earth than at Daryl Dixon's side.

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The Walking Dead - Daryl Dixon

Hello, my amazing readers! 

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♡ = favourites

Each section is ordered by oldest to newest

Art Masterlist

General TWD Masterlist

[COMPLETE] Here Comes the Sun (S2-S4)  

Daryl Dixon scares the hell out of you climbing out of that damn creek. It takes hauling his ass halfway across Georgia and taking a bullet for him to realise that you're not half bad. He slowly starts to come around, despite grumbling about how much he doesn't like your singing, or that you can't use a gun for shit - and don't get him started on that ugly yellow tent of yours. It takes him a while before he starts to see for himself that he's found a best friend for life, and that he doesn't actually mind the colour yellow that much, after all.

Step on the Gas (Pre-S1 onwards)

Three-hundred-and-ninety-six days after the outbreak, you are discovered in an abandoned community college, covered in filth and barely able to speak a word. Despite the showers (multiple) and rehabilitation attempts (also multiple), it's apparent that your mind is elsewhere. Beyond saving.

A dishonourable discharge from the military results in you being hauled off to live with your grandparents in the boonies, otherwise known as the middle of nowhere Georgia. After running over a nail on the road, and pushing your grandpa's vintage Camaro to the nearest auto-shop, you meet Daryl Dixon - the local mechanic. At some point, the world ends, but that stubborn man never gives you a chance to slow down. His smile gives you whiplash, but he still insists that you to step on the gas.

The Ties That Mend (Prison onwards) ♡

This new world is chaos, but you're lucky to find good people in it. Moreso than any is a man named Daryl, who is patient enough to let you put yourself back together—one stitch at a time.

Hush Hush (S4, 3 Parts)

You’d always been told that eavesdropping was a bad thing. But in this case, it led to you finding one of the only few good things left in the world.

Foxtails and Rabbit Trails (with @whitexwingedxdoves​​) 

Daryl Dixon was a good hunter, but there were still some things that he struggled to find. Such as the patience to deal with you.

You wore a rabbit’s foot keyring, but Daryl thought you were the furthest thing from lucky. After all, you ended up stuck with him, too.

Snow Angels (Between S2 - S3)

Daryl Dixon doesn’t like snow, but you somehow convince him to make snow angels with you.

Puppy Love (Loosely S10)

Bathtime leaves you to deal with a wet Dog and wet Daryl.

Sea Witch (S4) 

You sing just like a siren, and it makes Daryl realise why some sailors chose to drown.

Poker Face (S5) 

You let Spencer teach you to shoot despite already knowing how; and it drives Daryl positively mad as a result.

Sketchbook Confessions (S4)  ♡

You flick through Daryl’s sketchbook, only to discover he’d filled the pages up with you.

Eye For Detail [Sequel to Sketchbook Confessions]  

You try to sketch Daryl in return. Except, you draw his smile a little crooked, and the eyes are wonky... And Daryl completely loves it.

Prom Night (Pre-Apocalypse)  

It was the night of your highschool prom. Except, Daryl had been kicked out a few months back and you didn’t have a date, either.

Hayloft (Pre-Apocalypse) ♡

You see a red-brick barn which reminds you of the days you'd spending smoking in a hayloft with Daryl Dixon.

Last Man Standing  (repost) 

Daryl is haunted by memories of you. But they’re the good kind - so he lets them stick around.

Look Straight Ahead ♡

You are the only person Daryl Dixon will ever let cut his hair.

Peek-A-Boo ♡

The story of Aunt and Uncle Dixon told through the eyes of Judith Grimes.

Inkstains

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

Big Brother ♡

The story of how Daryl Dixon won your heart, from the begrudging perspective of his brother, Merle.

Wildest Dreams

Daryl can’t help but toss and turn under the stars one night, remembering someone from his past who he should have long since forgotten.

Sunflower Fields

In an otherwise dying world, you and Daryl stumble across something living and beautiful.

[NEW] Renegade

A brief history of Daryl Dixon’s run-ins with the law (and how you always bailed him out).

[NEW] Crossfire ♡

Rick Grimes recalls the day his brother almost lost you (since Daryl still couldn’t bring himself to).

Two Sugars 

You pester Daryl about what he did before the apocolypse, but are soon reminded that it doesn’t matter.

Dot-to-dot 

You like to trace patterns, and Daryl Dixon is your canvas.

After Hours 

Daryl stuffs you into a broom closet and you start to wonder if you’re reliving your highschool days.

I’m Daryl 

Captured alongside Daryl by The Saviors, you are used to try and coax the man into submission.

I Ain’t Nobody’s Bitch [Sequel to I’m Daryl] 

You and Daryl escape The Santuary; but mentally, you’re still there.

Sunbeam 

Daryl proposes to you. At least, you think he did.

Magnets  

Daryl Dixon had a crush on you. You could tell.

Love Blindness [Spin-off to Magnets] 

You had a crush on Daryl Dixon. Everyone else could tell.

Hourglass 

You aren’t sure whether you’re the same person you were before Woodberry; Daryl tells you that you’re not.

After The Storm 

Sunshine always follows the rain, just like how you’ll always follow Daryl.

I See Red

You’ll threaten anyone who dares mess with your little brother; and Daryl is left to pick up the pieces when you feel guilty for doing so.

Sleepless Nights  ♡

They say that your firstborn opens your eyes to the world; but Daryl looked at her like she was the world. 

Wear My Heart On Your Sleeve

Daryl doesn’t quite fit in at Alexandria yet - but he still tries.

Caught Red Handed

Even during the apocolypse, you and Daryl experience little moments of domesticity.

Heartbreak Hotel

Daryl had already rejected you once - back when he’d been a little more baby-faced, and a lot less patient.

No Vacancy [Sequel to Heartbreak Hotel]

Rejected once, shame on you. Rejected twice, shame on him - and Daryl Dixon was no fool.

Doctor’s Orders 

Daryl isn’t too impressed when he finds you with a sling on your arm and a smile on your face.

Hey, Good Lookin’

You could count the number of showers Daryl had taken in the last few weeks on one hand. But somehow, he still looked just as good.

Crayon Family  ♡

Daryl loses your daughter, but you end up finding more than you’d bargained for.

Check My Jacket

Even as he’s held prisoner at The Sanctuary, Daryl can’t help but let his thoughts drift back to you.

Welcome Home [Sequel to Check My Jacket]

You and Daryl reunite after he escapes from The Sanctuary, and he finally reveals what he’s been hiding in his jacket pocket.

Barricade

Daryl Dixon makes sure that nobody gets left behind - especially not you.

Two Left Feet

You give Daryl Dixon dancing lessons.

Cross My Heart

Daryl begrudgingly allows you to tie his hair up to help him cope with the Georgia heat.

“Don’t Cry”  ♡

Daryl hates seeing your tears. He’d much rather see you smiling, instead.

Can I Hold Your Hand?

Rather than seeking comfort from God, you turn to one of his angels instead - a man named Daryl Dixon.

Touching Foreheads

Pinky Swear

Bandages

Asleep on his Shoulder

Spooning at Night

Showering Together

Keeping Quiet

Touch Starved

Shotgun Wedding

I’ll Wait

Take Mine

Happy Birthday

Can I Kiss You?

Four Doors Down

You’re Important

Permission

Are You Cold?

Bonfire

[NEW] Cravings

[NEW] Your Scent Lingered

[NEW] Boots And All

[autocon23]

Fanfic Advent Calender 2022

Hey everyone!!!

I'm so sorry I posted super late!! I was supposed to post on Dec 7th, but I had been busy last week. So, I guess all you wonderful readers get to have another day for the this super fun event.

Thanks again to @lilythemadqueen who's the one who put this all together. She's the one who finds all the prompts for this and assigns them to people who participate. She's super awesome and if any of you haven't read her stuff or anyone else's who are participating in this event, you totally should. All of them are super awesome and they right some good shit.

Day 6 - Finding Peace in a Winter Wonderland

Fandom: Boondock Saints/The Walking Dead Crossover

Prompt: first time seeing snow (reader or s/o’s first time)

Ship: Connor MacManus x OC x Daryl Dixon x Murphy MacManus

Quick Author's Note: Ok, so I am doing another Christmas oneshot based on my crossover. If you didn't know, I did two Christmas oneshots for the previous event last year. It technically is supposed to be for my crossover series, however, it only took place between parts 2 and 3 (BDS1/2). This time, it's in the TWD part of my series. Specifically, this takes place between s5/s6. Post-Wolves/pre-Negan. Basically, this is a fun little oneshot as to what the future of my series may, or may not, look like along with a cute little spoiler for everyone aside from @lilythemadqueen and @phoenixblack89 (who know pretty much how most of my series is going aside from a few plot points between s9/s10/s11 that I need to go do some serious outlining to figure out how to get this towards how I really want this to end). One last thing, I did change the prompt a little. It still remains the same, but be slightly different.

Anyway, enjoy~!!

Somedays Katie can’t believe that this is her life.

She’s survived the initial outbreak of a zombie outbreak which resulted in the collapse of the entire world. Then, spent the next two, almost three, years surviving with a group. She considers herself lucky that her husbands and children survived as well. That they had Rocco and Romeo with them as well She considers herself lucky to have found a good people among the group she’d end up with outside of Atlanta once Rick woke up from his coma.

She still feels the pain from losing the prison and many of th people she’d been responsible for when the Governor returned. She’d hoped that Michonne would find that monster on one of her many trips before something horrible happened. She doesn’t blame the swordswoman what happened either. She’d spent most of that year searching for him.

Still, Katie can’t help but be angry at the Governor. All the people they lost resulting in the prison’s fall. The remainder of the people of Woodbury, the other survivors they’d found afterwards, Herschel, Oscar, Big Tiny, Shane, Andrea, Randell, T-Dog.

Bob.

That death still weighed heavy on the blonde. Especially when she saw how Sasha had started to shut down from losing someone who she let get so close to her. Tyreese tried to help her where he could, but he’s been struggling recently trying to adapt to having lost part of his arm. Merle had stepped up in a big way with Tyreese. The surly redneck taking the younger man under his wing. Showing him the ropes on how to care for his stump. How to adjust to now having only one hand. It hadn’t been easy, but Tyreese improved every day.

Katie shook her head as she climbs out of her warm bed to walk to the bathroom. It’s been a couple months since her group had been found by Aaron and brought to Alexandria. It’d been even less time since the Wolves attacked. This community had been slowly taking their heads out of the sand and started taking her group seriously.

It was still hard as the group had lost their leader, Deana. Especially Spencer, her oldest son. In a short amount of time, Spencer had lost his younger brother, his father, then finally his mother. Katie had been encouraging the others to give Spencer his space to grieve, but to take turns checking in on him every day. Offerings for shoulders to cry on and ears to talk to remind the young man that he’s not alone and that he can heal from this.

After all, the point of a community is to help one another.

Isn’t it?

Katie walks out the bathroom to head to the doors that lead out to the small balcony she had. She pulls the curtains open and is greeted by the sight of bright white. She lets out a displeased hiss at the sudden brightness before closing the curtains quick. Chuckling could be heard behind her as she rubs the spots out of her eyes.

“Dat’s one way t’ wake up,” she could hear Murphy tease from behind her.

Katie turns her head to see her husband walking closer to her. “I guess it snowed last night, huh?”

“No,” he drawled playfully. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her temple. “What makes ye say dat, love?”

Katie rolls her eyes, then pinches his side. He lets out a yelp as he jumps away from her. “Kids awake?”

“Yup,” he replied, “Connor and Daryl ‘ave dem. Wanted t’ let ye sleep a bit. We know ye been ‘avin’ trouble sleepin’ since de prison fell. Wanted ye t’ get de sleep ye need.” He takes her hand and leads her towards the door to head down the hall. “Came up t’ tell ye dat breakfast is ready and we’re ‘avin’ a snow day.”

Katie raises an amused eyebrow. “Snow day, huh?”

“O’ course.” Murphy grins. “Arty and Appo ‘aven’t seen snow before. Dis will be de first time dey do. It’s also Daryl’s first winter as a father. It’s our obligation t’ let ‘im ‘ave a fun day playin’ wit’ de kids like a dad.”

“Don’t act like you and Connor aren’t also going to try and devise a way to get into our pants on top of this,” Katie shot back playfully.

Murphy puts a hand over his heart in mock offense. “’ow dare ye accuse me and me brother o’ such nefariousness,” he gasped as they enter the kitchen, “we would never do such a terrible ding.”

Connor looks up from where he’s plating breakfast for the kids. “What’s goin’ on?” Daryl, who’s in the middle of feeding Artemis a bit of oatmeal, glances over in mild interest.

“Katie dinks dat us ‘avin’ a snow day is a cover fer some kind o’ nefarious purpose from us,” Murphy complained, “I was only tellin’ ‘er dat it’s de first time dat Artemis and Apollo will see snow and dat it’s Daryl’s first winter as a father, officially.”

Connor caught on to his twin’s antics and shoots a faux hurt look at Katie. “Mo gra, ‘ow could ye dink somethin’ so terrible,” he scolds. Though, the mischief in his eyes told everyone other wise.

Katie and Daryl look at each other and roll their eyes. The two silently agreeing that the brothers were up to something. They always use days off as a chance to have some quality alone time with their spouses. Of course, they make sure that they spend time together with the kids for a big family event.

After the farm, Katie had made it a point that the group needs to take a day every now and then to spend it with their loved ones. For her, it was her husbands, children, and eventually Daryl when he agreed to explore these feelings developing between them. For Herschel, it was his daughters and Glenn. For Rick, it was his son, Lori (if he could handle not getting into an argument with her), and Shane (to rebuild their friendship after the damaging hits it had taken since Rick showed up at the quarry).

“We’re gonna have to put runs on hold anyway ‘cause of the snow,” Daryl piped up. He carefully wipes oatmeal from his daughter’s face. “Need to clear the streets in Alexandria and wait for the snow outside the walls to melt enough for the cars to travel on.”

“I know,” Katie agreed. She makes herself a cup of coffee, then moves to sit on Daryl’s free side. As she sits down, she leans over to give the redneck a kiss on his cheek. “Morning.”

“Morning,” Daryl grunts. A small, happy smile on his face.

“How’d you sleep,” she asks. Daryl has always been a light sleeper. She considered it a miracle if he’s able to go through the night without waking up from something.

“Slept alright,” he answered, truthfully, “heard the ankle-biters getting fussy on the baby monitor. Connor got up with me to help. They needed a quick diaper change and another blanket. They conked out pretty quick after that.”

“That’s good,” Katie hummed, “at least, they’re sleeping through the night.” She leans against his arm. Her lips pressing a sweet kiss to his shoulder.

“’ey,” Connor huffs, “what ‘bout me? Don’ I get a kiss?” He pouts childishly at her.

Katie rolls her eyes, then gestures him to come closer. Connor grins widely as he practically skips over to steal a quick kiss. Then, he heads back to the counter to finish up making breakfast and has Murphy help him serve it out to everyone at the table.

Katie’s multi-colored eyes lands on the empty seat at the table. “Where’s Merle?”

“Still in ‘is room downstairs,” Connor answered, “Daryl checked on ‘im earlier and found dat de poor guy’s come down wit’ de flu after all.”

“Did someone go to Denise already,” Katie asked.

“Yeah, I did,” Daryl replied, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, “she gave us some medicine to help him. Told us to also make sure that he stays hydrated and warm. And that we make sure he eats every now and then.”

Katie hummed. “See if we have any Gatorade in the community still,” she suggested, “we need to make sure that he replenishes his electrolytes too.”

“I think Rick might still have some when he and Michonne came down with the flu last week,” Daryl said, “I’ll ask him later. Might see if he’ll let us have the kids crash with him and Mich or maybe with Glenn and Maggie for a while. If Merle’s caught it, then it’s a matter of time until the rest of us do.”

“Agreed,” Katie said, “rather it just be us with the flu than the rugrats.”

Norman nods from his seat next to Murphy. “Being sick sucks balls,” he said.

Katie shoots her son a stern look. “Norman,” she warns.

“I didn’t cuss though,” the boy complained, “balls isn’t a cuss word.”

“You don’t say that at the table,” Katie chided.

“Uncle Merle says it and a lot worse stuff at the table,” Norman grumbled over his glass of juice.

“I’m not Merle’s mother,” Katie pointed out, “plus, you know I get on him about the things he says too.”

Norman looks to Daryl. “Daaaad,” he whined. His blue eyes find Daryl’s.

“Listen to your mother,” Daryl wisely says. Though, he’s smiling over his cup of coffee that he takes a quick sip of.

Apollo, sweet, oblivious Apollo, is grabbing chunks of scrambled egg from his little tray at his highchair. He’s trying to get a big piece of egg that Artemis sees from her seat and is able to lean over and steal from him. Even though Daryl had been feeding her oatmeal since she didn’t want her eggs. Apollo shoots his sister an offended look, then looks sadly at the piece of egg that she shoves into her mouth.

“Balls,” Apollo suddenly announces as he looks at his tray dejectedly.

Daryl chokes on his coffee.

The kids erupt in a loud chorus of laughter. Katie hides her face in her hands and rests on the table. Her shoulders shaking in suppressed laughter. Connor and Murphy are howling with laughter. The two turning red in the face with tears streaming down their cheeks.

Not a bad start to their morning.

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After breakfast, Connor and Katie had the older kids put together a bag with a few days’ worth of clothes while they packed the baby twins’ stuff. Murphy had already gone over to Glenn and Maggie’s to see if they’d be willing to let the six kids crash with them, Beth, Noah, and Enid until the flu bug leaves their household. The married couple were more than happy to have them. Glenn even said that it would be good practice for them to when their own future children since this would help them learn how to care for children at different ages. Plus, Maggie said that she’d been planning on trying to steal one of the younger kids for the day since she’d been in a baby fever.

Oh yeah, they really wanted to be parents.

Once the kids had their stuff taken care of, everyone, sans Merle, were dressed up for winter weather. The family exited the warm house to the brisk cold of the winter wonderland outside. Artemis and Apollo, who were babbling loudly as they didn’t like being stuffed into the bulky winter jackets, went silent as they stared at the stark, white powder.

Daryl and Katie exchanged knowing grins and decided that heading to the Rhee household could wait a little while longer.

Daryl, who held Apollo, walks down the porch steps, then kneels to the ground. “It’s snow,” he says softly to his son. He grabs a handful of it from the ground and holds it up for the baby to see.

Apollo reaches out to touch it. He grabs some to inspect it. The little bit of snow in his hand melts. The baby lets out a distressed noise, then shakes his hand wildly to get rid of it.

“Yeah, it’s cold and wet,” Daryl says softly, “but that means you can eat it.” He eats the rest of the snow in his hand. Apollo looks at him like he grew a second head. Daryl chortles, then grabs another handful of snow to offer Apollo. Katie kneels down with Artemis so she could take some from her father if she wished. “Try it.”

Artemis and Apollo take some and eat it. Artemis makes a sound like she’s trying to say ‘good’, but can’t get the ‘g’ and ‘d’ down yet. Apollo leans down to the ground to grab more. When he leans up, he smears the snow all over his sister’s face. Artemis lets out a shriek when some of the melted snow slips between her skin and her jacket.

“Oh, he’s definitely been hanging out with Merle too much,” Katie teased, “your brother would’ve done the same thing or worse, he’d just shove a bunch of snow down your shirt.”

Daryl snorts as he stands up. “Yeah, yeah.”

Connor wraps an arm around Daryl’s waist and pulls him closer. “’ey, since yer tellin’ de kids it’s okay t’ eat de snow, be sure t’ ‘ave de talk wit’ dem ‘bout stayin’ away from yellow snow,” he teased.

Daryl opened his mouth to say something, but stops when Luke lets out a yelp. The three adults and two infants turn their heads to see that Murphy had started a snowball fight with the other four children while they waited on the other half of their family. Poor Luke had been beaned in the back of the head by a snowball. The blonde boy rubbing the back of his head as he wipes away half melted snow from his hair. Sean stood a few feet behind him snickering. He wasn’t snickering for long when Leia suddenly unleashes her attack on her eldest brother to avenge her twin. The oldest starts running away only to end up in another ambush set up by Murphy and Norman. The two showed no mercy as they jumped from behind the porch and dumped a huge pile of snow on Sean’s head. The boy shoots the two of them a look that showed how much he inherited from his mother. The dirty look he sent them the same one Katie had given the three men when they buried her under a mountain of snow during the first winter.

More people come out of their homes all dressed up in their winter clothes. A few of the adults were passing out shovels and bags of salt while others just stood by and watched the snowball fight in front of the MacManus-Dixon household. Carl comes jogging over with Enid and a few of Katie’s younger cousins to join in on the snowball fight. Rick and Michonne stood on their porch with Judith in Rick’s arms. Beth dragged Noah and Maggie after her to join the fun. Glenn trotting after them with a grin on his face.

Eugene sat on the porch steps to his place to watch with Rosita. Abraham and Sasha walked by with Tyreese in handing out thermos filled with chicken soup or hot coffee that Olivia had prepared for everyone who would be outside. Tara and Denise, who’d gone on a morning walk to enjoy the fresh snow, came over to join the fun. Tara leaning down to scoop up a handful of snow herself that she threw at Glenn when she was close enough. Connor left the porch to tackle his brother into a large pile of snow. The two laughing and shouting as they wrestled. Morgan and Carol were already at the Grimes house sitting on the bench on the porch. The two sharing a blanket with hot cups of coffee in their hands. Content smiles on their faces as they watch the madness.

Katie stood on her porch with her youngest daughter in her arms. Daryl by her side with Apollo. The two adults exchanging happy content looks before watching the scene before them.

Yeah, this is a pretty good Christmas morning.