#twd werewolf au

[just-an0ther-wh0re]

In my werewolf au Daryl is a timber wolf (for specifics maybe a northern rocky mountain wolf). Do I care that he was born in Georgia and not Canada? No! He's my blorbo and I get to do what I want to him.

Honestly though, what form would he be in? The typical anthropomorphic were, a feral one or just a massive wolf like some twilight stuff?? I like to pretend he'd be like a twilight werewolf/shapeshifter, despite it being genetic related.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Old dog

Daryl Dixon x reader | SMUT🔞

Daryl is never been watched with such interest before, and it grabs his attention. But he feels like he got his order of actions wrong..

The Kingdom was a strange place.

First there was the King, with his pet tiger.

The King spoke in a strange manner, and his ever so friendly right hand too.

The Queen was a kind woman, she had shown you around and given you a roof over your head after you wandered into her lands.

The Kingdom had guards on horseback, and all its residents referred to their leader as the King.

Like a true old age Kingdom.

It was near summer when you arrived and took some time to get settled, now having your routine all worked out and were a happy new addition to the bakery.

While it meant crazy early mornings, it brought many people a good start of their day. You made your delivery rounds as the first people got up to tend to the gardens before the sun got too hot, passing then with a kind smile and a good morning wish on your way to the school building where you'd make your last delivery of the day.

You continued your daily tasks back at the bakery when a returning resident came by.

Each day he'd come by to pick up the same order, so by now it was standard to have it ready by a certain time.

Like clockwork he showed up, the gorgeous older man with his grey streaked hair that framed his bearded face oh so perfect.

You always wondered about the scar that sat around one of his sea blue eyes, but you never found the courage to ask.

You only knew his first name because the baker mentioned it once.

Daryl.

With rough, scarred hands he accepted the packaged food but remained in his spot.

"M'sorry, ya don't happen ta have sun leftovers, do ya? 'M headin' out fer a couple days 'n could use some extras." A little stunned by the sudden change in routine had you stammer a response neither of you could make out before you disappeared further into the back.

To your luck a fresh batch was just taken out of the oven, so you quickly grabbed a few buns and put them in a tea towel before moving back to the front.

"Here you go, fresh out of the oven." You smiled nervously as you held out the makeshift pouch, almost freezing as the calloused pads of his fingers brushed your skin while taking the bread from you.

With a charming as ever thanks he made his way out the door.

After the third time preparing the order for Daryl, who wasn't in town to come pick it up you were told to go take a day or two off, relax and go try and catch him come back home later during the day.

On your delivery routes and walks around the community you had caught wind of some kind of guard dog. You'd pick it up from time to time but today had been much more frequent.

You wondered what they meant. Maybe you'd ask Carol about it later.

The Kingdom was a nice place.

Each day there would be someone in the community's centre, playing some kind of instruments. Alone or in a group, it varied, but it was always nice to enjoy when you could.

You were enjoying it for so long you barely noticed the sun starting to set and Carol finding you. "Couldn't catch you at the bakery today, was told you were given the day off."

She came to sit beside you, enjoying the music and sharing a small snack she brought with you.

After a short while she got up, turning to you and offering a hand. "Come, we're gonna see something. If I have to believe the baker's words you're gonna love it."

Carol's words confused you, the thought of the baker casually talking about you with her wasn't really a happy one. Yet you followed her every step as she made her way to the front gates of the Kingdom.

"We're heading out? Without weapons or gear?" There was nothing around for you to see, confusion rising even more and edging on annoyance. Why wouldn't she just way where you were going?

You stood and watched as as she bounced on her heels with her arms behind her back. She was being all giddy about something and your mind could not come up with what on earth it could be.

Option after option ran through your mind until the guards spoke and the gates started to open.

Carol passed you a smile and raised her brows as she nudged her head towards the gate before turning back to watch.

You took a step closer to see what she was on about, and within the reach of your first step a figure came into view between the large gate doors.

"Holy shit." You stood frozen, much like those few days ago when Daryl suddenly asked for additions to his bakery order.

Despite the distance between the two of you and the low volume of your words, it looked like he heard you and gave you a smile and a small wave.

The scene before you became crazier by the second, on his shoulders a large deer that he carried without any visible strain but that wasn't all. Tied to his waist with a thick belt he lugged a tarp stacked with different hunted animals.

But something else felt off, beside the show of inhuman strength he seemed to possess.

Out from underneath his hair poked an ear, like it did sometimes before as well, although they seemed.. pointed?

His smile as well. You had seen the stubby pointed canines he had, but there were loads of people who had those slightly longer than average. Why did they look bigger now, accompanied with a similar set on his bottom teeth that surely weren't there before.

Also, was he fuzzier than normal? It was all hard to see in the dim light. It could just have been dirt stuck on his skin from being out in the woods so long. Surely he didn't bother cleaning up out there.

All the while Daryl dragged his game inside and stopped to report to Carol, glancing your way every so often as he could feel the energy radiating off you. He was enjoying the way you stared at him with confusion that slowly morphed into something he almost wanted to categorize as adoration.

It wasn't often Daryl got that look from anyone, so to say he was suddenly more intrigued by the baker woman was an understatement.

"Hey," Daryl's voice pulled you from your thoughts, staring at him without a single word running through your mind. "Wanna help unload all'a this at the butcher?"

A silent nod was all you managed as you followed him, hearing Carol say something but not entirely registering her words.

It was the next day when you saw him outside of his usual routine yet again, before the time of his usual pickup. The early summer sun was up when you made your rounds, and so was Daryl.

Across the street from the butcher’s place was a small area that used to be a children’s playground where you caught him doing pull-ups, flannel hanging open over his torso that you secretly expected to be way more toned, but instead you saw lightly furred soft flesh.

He hadn’t noticed you as you moved past to the butcher’s doorstep where you’d leave her order, quietly mumbling to yourself as you stared at Daryl again. “Lords, I want that man to fold me like a lawn chair..” You were so lost in the view of him pulling up his full weight with just one arm, his legs crossed under him, that you didn’t hear the butcher arrive until she pat you on the shoulder. “I may not be into men, but even I can see the appeal of that old dog bending me over the nearest surface.”

The sudden contact made you squeak and jump away, only to be laughed at as you stumbled over your words before running along on your delivery route.

It was only a couple of seconds after you were out of earshot that Daryl appeared on the butcher's steps, shoulders shaking as he softly laughed at the interaction he heard all too well just a moment ago. "Yer horrible, ya know tha'?" He bumped her shoulder aa he walked past her, into the shop to start working on all the kills he brought back the day before.

The butcher let out a breath through her nose. "And you love me for it, mutt." Behind her she closed the door and flipped off the hunter, sticking out her tongue behind his back. "'Course I love ya, ya crazy knife wieldin' hag."

The rest of the day after running off at the butcher went fairly normal, Daryl picked up his order and you cleaned the place alone with the baker having to leave early for a meeting.

It was only when you closed up shop for the day that it got weird. Daryl stood outside, seemingly waiting with his arms crossed under short sleeves so tight you wondered how they hadn't cut off circulation yet.

Without missing a beat he pushed himself off the wall and stepped beside you. "C'mon. Wanna show ya som'n." His gruff voice could tell you to eat dirt and you'd do it so naturally you followed suit, walking around the community until you reached the homes placed at the far end, right at the forest wall.

You took in the beat up old truck with the hood popped and one wheel missing, and next to it inside the garage with the missing door a bike that looked like it was made over years of collecting parts. Was this his home?

You followed him inside the garage, the door in the back opening and leading into a small kitchen littered with tools and materials. The tea towel you gave him the bread in laid neatly folded on the corner of the messy table, not a single grease or oil covered item near it.

In the moment of distraction Daryl's hand landed on your hip as he scooted past you in the narrow space between the counter and the table, his crotch brushing your ass in the process.

He felt you become rigid at his touch and apologized. "Sorry, doll. Place ain't made fer two."

His hand remained in its place, squeezing as he apoligized making you want to just give in to your haunting daydreams and let him take you right then and there.

"So, what did you wanna show me again?" You were fidgeting, trying to calm your nerves with Daryl so close.

"S' upstairs. Sum ol' items ya can dig through. See if ya wan' sum." With a hand placed on your hip he led you upstairs, steering you around the corner and through one of the doors, ending with your knees pressed against a bed.

Before you had a chance to ask anything one of Daryl's hands came around your front, resting on your lower belly as the other one snuck around your chest. "How 'bout ya be a good girl fer me an' lemme fold ya like a lawn chair." His beard drug across your skin as he came to bite your earlobe. "Tha's what ya want, righ'? Got all hot 'n bothered when the butcher mentioned me bendin 'er over the counter.." with one hand sneaking under your waistband and the other softly squeezing your breast he had you whimpering.

"S'fine, righ'?" His hands stilled at your silence. "Words, doll. Ain' gon do anythin' unless ya give me an okay." His hands moved to cafefully turn you around to look you in the eye, but you quickly buried your face in his chest, hands against him as well and all your body wanted was to squeeze.

Squeeze your fingers into his plump, soft chest. Squeeze your thighs together for some desparately needed friction.

You softly nodded, murmuring something Daryl couldn't make out.

"Need ta hear ya." Daryl softly caressed your shoulder, moving to tilt your head up so you'd look at him.

Your eyes scanned his face, soft and gentle. Eyes glistening a bright blue between the thick, red scarred line that cut right through an eyebrow. Your eyes wandered to his lips, partially hidden by the grey scruff that occupied the lower half of his face as you breathed. "I want this."

With your eyes on his lips you saw his concerned look change into a wicked grin that showed his pointed canines.

In a split second after that you were thrown onto the bed and caged between Daryl's limbs, his face buried in your neck as he nipped and sucked at your skin.

"Go on." He whispered. "Take 'em off. I know ya wan' it." Daryl was on his way to the hem of your shirt already as you slowly worked your hands towards the buttons of of his flannel, undoing them with trembling fingers, focus drifting away with every drag of his teeth across your flesh.

With some assistance your top halves were soon bare. Daryl's hands on your soft chest, tongue all over them as he sucked bruises to the underside.

Your fingers found his hair, pulling at the strands in pleasure as the others traced every scar on Daryl's body. From the small puncture wounds to the large gashes on his back, you caressed each one of them.

Letting out short, panted breaths your body burned wherever Daryl's fingers trailed, the rough pads leaving a path of tingling flesh from your chest down to your side, his tongue following down your body between where his hands had gone.

With the descent of his body his scarred frame moved out of reach, placing both hands in his hair and tugging as his teeth dug into your skin, earning a growl that sounded from deep in his chest.

With newfound interest you pulled again, your nails scratching his scalp in the process as your hips rolled up against his torso.

The low, scratchy moan that left him rumbled against your hip and had him quickly slide his hands down your hips. With no effort you felt your hips rise as two strong hands grabbed your ass and fabric slide off your body. Both your loose trousers and panties were shoved down the rounds of your hips as they lifted off the bed, the fabric pulled off your legs before your knees ended on both sides of your chest and Daryl's teeth were back just below your bellybutton where the meat of your folded torso met in perfect, bite-sized rolls.

You watched him litter your stomach in marks, clamping his jaw onto your thighs to color your skin in where only he could admire them.

"Daryl, please.."

Your voice had him lock eyes with you from where he sat between your legs and watched your pleading gaze with a soft nod before leaning back down and licking a broad stripe over the back of your thigh, moving to delve his tongue right into your centre.

Your moans of his name added fuel to the already raging fire, parting your lips with his tongue and drinking up all of your sweetness. With each stroke against your clit your walls clenched around nothing, muscles tensing but your body laying unmoved under Daryl's strong grip.

You squirm, hands finding his on your thighs as you whine and mewl, signaling you being close to finishing.

"Such pretty sounds, all fer me.." Daryl speaks against your clit before wrapping his lips around it once more and teasing you, making you hold back your own thigh so his fingers could join his mouth, stuffing two down your entrance with ease as he kept licking and sucking in tandem with the curls of his digits.

Your sounds increase in volume with Daryl's ministrations, crying out at your peak, clenching your walls tightly around his fingers as you finished.

"'Ere, lemme stretch those legs fer ya." With gentle hands he laid your legs flat against the bed on either side of him, allowing the blood flow to return while you came down from your high.

You watched him with hazy eyes, on his knees between your legs tugging at the button and zipper of his black jeans. Beneath the oh so inviting trail of dark hair he lowered the layers still on him to reveal his thick, hard cock.

Your view was close to perfection, a gorgeous old man between your spread legs. The lines of his body like rings on a tree, showing signs of age and survival. From the scar at his collarbone, at the edge of the soft dusting of chest hair down to his thick strong legs he was removing his clothes from he was like a piece of art for you to admire as you desired.

And gods, you desired him.

"Ya look like ya wanna eat me alive." He looked down at you, one hand running through his hair while the other slowly stroked his cock.

You licking your lips as you stared at his impressive length was all he needed to ler himself fall forward and catch himself right before he'd make contact with you, calmly catching your lips in a deep kiss. With your tongue against his lips you asked for more and he obliged almost immediately, parting his lips and swiping his tongue against yours, lips moulding together in percect harmony until you desperately needed air.

Your hand lingered on the side of his head, thumb caressing the scar around his eye.

"What's the story on this one?" Daryl couldn't get enough of that look on your face. The one filled with curiosity, not a speck of fear or disgust on you.

"Old girlfrien' decided she didn' like me no more." He averted your gaze as he remembered the fight in the cabin back then, and the serrated edge of the knife catching the skin of his face. He deliberately left out the terms his then lover called him as she chased him out the door with a shotgun. That was a tale for another time.

Right now all he wanted was to ravish the woman underneath him.

The setting sun caught his eyes and for a fraction of a second they seemed to glow, icy blue in a sea of black. When they looked back at you it was gone, a pair of normal blue eyes looking at you.

He shook off the memories and brought his focus back to the now, to you underneath him, the scent of your arousal, and his painfully hard cock.

Daryl adjusted his position, his length rubbing your folds in the process earning a soft moan from you.

"Gonna make more o'them pretty noises fer me, doll?" His hand reached for his member and rubbed the tip between your folds, spreading your wetness around, listening to your soft mutters of "yes" and "please".

Daryl needed no more convincing, nuzzling your noses together before kissing you deeply as he slowly inches himself inside of you. The initial stretch hurt and you couldn't help but groan into the kiss at how big he was. His cock was way girthier than just two fingers, and it had been years since your last time before this.

Daryl's hand moved down your body, slowly rubbing your clit to distract from the stretch. His kisses deepened, your tongue sliding past his teeth, feeling around his fangs with fascination.

A soft whimper sounded from you as he bottomed out, making him halt a moment to let you adjust. "Ya tell me when yer good, 'kay?"

You nodded and answered a soft "uhuh." and a bit later, after a few experimental squeezes you told him you were good.

With his hand still on your hip Daryl carefully pulled back and slid inside at a slow and steady pace, letting you get used to him for a few thrusts until your heels came up to dig in his rear.

"Hmhm, eager are we?" Daryl grinned against your neck, taking the hint and quickening his pace. His hands had your hips in a bruising grasp, his hips snapping against yours earning soft gasps on each impact.

"H.. hah.. ah Daryl fuck--" you were a beautiful piece beneath him, with your head thrown to the side, arm covering your eyes and chest heaving and shaking with each thrust.

"So good, doll. So pretty for me." Daryl was huffing out a laugh, moving his hands off your hips to grab at your lower legs. Deep, short thrusts continued as he moved your legs from around him back to up beside your torso, knees pressed against your shoulders as he fucked into you with your ass up off the matress.

He was so deep all of a sudden it had you see stars, crying out his name aa your orgasm crashed down on you.

You were sweating all over, breaths deep to get enough air and body heavy. With your eyes closed you laid still, getting the air back into your lungs as Daryl teased you by softly rutting into your overly sensitive cunt.

"Don' tell me yer tired already, I haven't even finished yet.." His thrusts changed angles and now brushed your clit, having you mewl out pleas he chose to ignore. "Tha's more like it, music, those sounds o' yers." His thrusts continued, as did your pleas. You didn't even know what you were begging for but the knot in your belly was quickly returning in time with his thrusts getting sloppier, not long after crying out again as you came a few thrusts before je did too.

There were tears rolling down your face, laying limp on the bed. Daryl's hands had let go of your legs again, letting you stretch them for thr short moment before he was fully hard again.

Unexpectedly Daryl flipped you onto your stomach and moving your hips around to his preference.

"Time fer round two?" He wached you nod wit your face in the pillows, moving to slowly press inside you once more and bending down to press soft kisses to your back. Your mind went back to being hazy a few thrusts in with how good his cock felt at this new angle fist gripping at the pillows beneath you that muffled your moans.

His hands were all over your backside, kneading every soft surface he could reach as he continued his steady pace.

Your sounds were like music to his ears, wishing to hear them every night, over and over again until your throat was so soar he had to bring you medicine and nurse you back to health. Your curiosity was already enough to make him want you, never having anyone radiate such a type of energy towards him and it has him hooked. But having you here like this now had him almost addicted, wanting to keep you, claim you but he knew he didn't have the right to do so. He didn't deserve it, for he was sort of still lying to you about large aspects of his life.

But if he could make you feel this good now in this moment, that was all he cared about.

He fucked you from behind until you came once, twice and then moved you onto your side, holding onto one of your legs against his chest as je continued rutting into you, earning two more orgasms from you right before finishing himself for the second time.

As he came down from his high he stared at you, passed out and asleep beneath him. Ever so carefully he moved you so he could lay down as well, pulling you against his chest as he settled to drift off too.

It was morning by the time you woke up, groaning in pain as your legs resisted being moved off the bed. You blinked the sleep from your eyes and shot up off the bed. "Ah, god damn oww.." Your ass hit the matress again, the crunchy layer of dried fluids scratching your thighs.

"Oh for fuck's sake I'm gonna be late!" You stumbled around the place searching for the shower to scrub yourself clean, picking up your shirt off the floor and sniffing it. "Nope, can't wear that. Shit!" You found the bathroom and were vigorously scrubbing your legs and quickly back to digging through all of Daryl's drawers in a panic, trying to find something decent to wear.

"Ya know ya can just ask, right?" You didn't even register what he said and grumbled back at him. "I don't have time, okay? I'm already gonna be late for work and I got nothing to wear because my own clothes stink so I'm gonna have to run home first and be even later."

Face down in a drawer your attention was pulled by a short whistle, and the second you were up and turned towards the noise an entire outfit found your face.

Underwear, socks, simple sweats and a flanel.

"Why do you have a stash of women's clothes?" You were genuinely curious but that didn't stop you from struggling to put on the clothes with your entire body aching. "I don't even know how I'm gonna walk my rounds. Everything hurts.."

You were already dreading today and it had barely even started.

"Need me ta make yer rounds? Got time so I don' mind." Daryl was following you down the stairs now, hands ready to catch you as you stumbled, not wanting you to fall.down the stairs on your wobbly legs.

"No way I'm letting you do my rounds. I don't want the whole community on my neck tomorrow about why I sent you." You were halfway out the door already, walking as fast as possible and waving Daryl off on your not so fast way to work.

You arrived late and got told off for it, but the baker quickly changed his demeanor once he saw you limp. He gave you a quick rundown of what he had planned to do at the bakery and let you stay in as he took over your rounds, which you were very thankful for.

The front door bell rang and Carol appeared, a while after Daryl had dropped by for his usual, and bringing in a bag with your clothes.

"Hey, didn't see you this morning." Carol was as cheery as ever, her hair braided and her smile kind and motherly.

"Yeah," you leaned against the counter, wincing as you moved your weight. "Hurt my leg yesterday, so I'm in here thr whole day now." You tried to shrug it off, not feeling like coming up with a decent enough lie. Not that you needed one anyways.

"Which clearly has nothing to do with you spending the night at Daryl's place?" A knowing smile spread on her face as she looked you up and down, arms crossed over her chest, laughing as she watched your eyes about to pop out of your head in response. "You're wearing my emergency clothes. Looks like we have about the same size."

You felt blessed with today being a quiet day and could clean while you chatted with Carol and closed up shop after, with the baker off again while you ran the bakery.

"There's something wrong with that man." You sighed as you bent down to lock up the garage door, groaning as you came back up. "He's like, what? Almost sixty? And he still held out longer than me. I swear I passed out once before he was done."

Carol was giggling all the way with your bags in her hand. "He's fifty-four, but alright."

"Yeah, okay. That fifty-four year old would have kept going if I hadn't clocked out after lord knows how ma--"

"Five, doll." Daryl's voice suddenly behind you had you jump up and almost fall if it wasn't for his quick response to steady you.

"How the hell are you fine?" Your question was directed at Daryl, but your eyes were on Carol who was having the time of her life seeing you be so confused about her best friend's energy levels.

"There's a lot about Daryl you don't know yet, dear." She winked at her friend, who only grunted in response.

"Oh really? When are you planning on telling me all about yourself? Do I need to cook you a romantic dinner?" Your words came out with way too much excitement, letting out how eager you were to learn about Daryl.

"Ya'll learn eventually. No need ta rush things, righ'?" His voice kept cool, but Carol read his body language like a book and quickly saw he needed help to cross that line. Him scratching the side of his fingers, and obsessively wiping the hair out of his face, eyes looking everywhere but at you. They were all tells, and Carol felt bad for him.

"Why don't you two stay over for dinner? Ezekiel won't make it home in time so I'd be all alone otherwise." Carol quickly set up a plan, making it all seem like coincidence but in her mind she had all the steps figured out already.

"I'd love to stay over, but only if it's not too much effort." Peeking past Daryl you saw her wave your assumption off and assure it was fine.

And thus you three ended up around Carol's nice dinner table in the King's home.

Somehow you expected it to be fancy and pristine, but that would never happen with how selfless the King was.

The food was nice and Carol had gifted you some stronger painkillers she had laying around to ease your body, you all just chatted about your day, and you thought your subtle questions about him were going okay, until Daryl excused himself to go smoke what seemed in a hurry.

"It's okay honey, Daryl has a hard time opening up to people. He needs to find the right moments to talk." Carol gave you a loving shoulder squeeze and pointed you towards the back door where Daryl had just left through.

"He loves the forest, he feels safe there." With a wink she sent you off.

You carefully approached him and settled in the doorframe. "Hey," Your voice was soft as to not startle him. "Wanna go for a walk? Outside the walls."

With a nod he got up and offered you his hand to take, and with a sigh he let a smile come through. "Carol really set us up, didn't she?"

You laughed along with him and decided then you wouldn't push him, and let him talk at his pace.

With your gear gathered the two of you found yourselves walking along the tree line in silence.

"M' sorry." Daryl kept his eyes on the ground where he walked, but with his pinkie he touched yours and hooked them together.

"When Carol brought ya to welcome me back after the huntin' I was confused. But when I felt yer curious stares instead of gettin' negative 'n scared I got.." He fell quiet, his hand pulling away from yours but you quickly grabbed it fully, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles.

But you stayed quiet, and just walked with his hand in yours.

After a long stretch of only hearing the ground crunch under your shoes Daryl stopped.

"S'where I stay when I go out each month." You stood a few feet away from a rock wall, overgrown with green and a small clearing in it. Looking around you there was no way of being seen here from any angle.

You also saw trees with torn off branches and what looked like deep claw marks. "Should'a shown ya 'fore last night."

You looked over at him and made sure he saw you smile. "You really think anything would have changed my mind?" Your hands came up to his face to hold his gaze on you, hoping he'd see the truth in your eyes.

"I know yer not lyin'. Ya haven't lied since we started talkin'." His hand moved to touch the small of your back, the other one gesturing at the overgrown wall. "C'mon."

Daryl had his knife ready as he moved past some hanging vines with your hand in his to keep you close.

The area was void of any dead, except for the picked clean bones covering the ground.

And the seemingly random pile of fabrics and signs of humans staying here.

He let go of your hand and let you wander around, staring at every little thing.

You kneeled down off to the side, getting up to move some vines to let in more light before walking back.

"You stay here?" Your fingers traced the print in the sand, glancing over at Daryl who was slowly stepping closer with calculated steps, like a true huntsman would to not startle an animal.

Quietly he leaned down next to you, and without saying a word moved his hand to the print in the loose sand.

The world went blurry around Daryl's hand as you watched it change. Muscles under the skin warping to reshape as flesh darkened and nails grew, and then fit perfectly into the indentation.

Daryl was hyper aware of everything around him, senses almost overwhelming him as he felt the worms crawl under the earth and heard the birds fly over outside. But even with his senses running on overdrive he couldn't find a single negative feeling coming off you.

You stared at his hand, now more a claw and it felt like everything suddenly made sense.

His strength, the way he heard things from so far off, his way of using terms that didn't make sense and that strange glow in his eyes.

Daryl's mind kept showing you running away, crying as he got closer each time.

Instead, there in the small cave like structure he called home once a month, you reached out your hand and placed it on top of his changed one.

"I don't regret being curious." Your shoulder rested against his, slowly easing into more contact. "And I'm still happy I went home with you, and came here to see this. To see you." Your weight was now entirely resting against his side, and for the first time since he sat down he dared to look at you.

You, who laid comfortably against his side.

"I'm honestly kinda glad you showed me this." You watched Daryl raise his brows at your words. "Suddenly your strange but interesting things make sense. Kinda obvious for someone to be so strong, or have glowy eyes when they're not human."

Your hand gave his a comfortable squeeze. "I hope you'll show me all of this you one day." With a finger pressed to his knuckles you moved your head to kiss his cheek.

"Close yer eyes fer a minute." Daryl moved to stand after he kissed your head, moving behind you.

Noises filled the air. Clothes being undone and landing on the floor.

And then cracking. Tearing and groaning. Coughing and growling, a thud that acompanied a shove against your backside that almost made you turn around, but je asked not to, and you were going to respect his wish.

Once the noises died down and all you heard was deep breathing you opened your eyes again, staring straight forward as you waited. Waited for something to signal it was okay to turn.

That something was a press against your shoulder, a press and a huff of air against your exposed neck.

From the edge of your vision a nose peeked, making you turn and stare right into his scarred eye.

"Wow." It caught you off guard and you stubled backwards just a small bit, staring and laughing at yourself for falling on your ass. "Okay. Big guy. That's ..wow."

You followed his movements as he walked into your view. And you recognised him. All ofrhe features that made Daryl look like himself changed along with him, from the dark, shaggy mane to the scar and beard. Even his tattoos were spots of darker fur, especially clear on the lighter areas.

But, still..

"Wait. So Carol knows about," you wildly gestured at his entire self. "you know, this. She's seen you? And what about the butcher? That comment of hers, she knew."

You gasped in realisation. "You were testing me! You could hear us, you were there on purpose oh my god."

Daryl only sat and listened to your rambling. If anyone had asked him how he envisioned this scene to go, he would have never guessed this to be the way. Not that he was complaining or anything, he liked this.

He liked you, and you liked him too, even in this shape.

With a tap to your hand and his paw covering his eyes he asked you to look away once more, changing back to his human self and getting dressed before coming to press a kiss to your temple. "So, ya sure this's all fine?"

You stood up to join him at eye level. "You're either the most dense man ever, or are still convinced you don't deserve love just because you're different." Your deadpan look spoke more than needed.

"Yeah, alrigh'. Sorry." He shook his head in apology.

"You literally just turned into a goddamn werewolf." You paused. "Wait. That is correct, right? You're a werewolf? I mean, I don't wanna assume and be wrong, or offensive.."

He kept his head low but nodded, telling you were correct in your observations.

You stepped into his space and peppered his face with kisses, grabbing his hands to fake a sense of chaining him to you and it worked. He let himself melt into you and accept your affection.

Your love.

"Let's go home?"

With a nod he stepped back go retrieve your items. "Yeah. Home's good."

The walk home was silent, only sporadic and very random questions with short and simple answers.

Only when he dropped you off at home he spoke full sentences again. "I wan' ya t'move in with me."

You shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, okay. But we gotta clean the place first."

With a nod he agreed and let you go for the day. Only a week later moving the last of your items into his home after strategically cleaning and rearranging his home to accomodate two people.

That night, in bed all cuddled up together after a shower, Daryl pressed his lips against your jaw and uttered three simple words.

"I love ya."

A/N: Okay yeah damn that became way longer than I originally planned. But it wad fun! Hope you enjoyed it~

[deansapplepie]

MarchWeres Day 6

Prompt: Wet Dog

Pairing: Werewolf! Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 421

Warnings: none 🥰

A heavy rain had surprised all of you, making most of the residents of Alexandria stop their activities and seek for shelter, you being one of them.

After you dried yourself and changed your clothes you sat by the porch, on a rocking chair, a cover around your shoulders and a cup of tea in your hands. You couldn’t see a single thing, but you looked at the rain in hopes you’d see them coming back home. Where were they? Were they safe?

It passed a long time till the rain got a little lighter, and still they wouldn’t arrive. You hoped they had found shelter and that they were on their way back home.

Some time after you were surprised, your mind wandered all around and you didn’t noticed the dog approaching you and jumping on you. “Dog!” You exclaimed at the wet dog that was all over you. “Where’s your daddy? You took too long to come back home.”

The dog just ignored you pawing and licking you as if he hadn’t seen you in ages. “I ain’t no dog daddy.” You heard the raspy voice of your lover.

“Oh, yeah you are. I’m his mommy, so you’re his daddy.” You looked from the dog to him, and got up from your chair. “Look at you, you’re wet like a dog.” You got a little closer to the soggy man. “You smell like wet dog too.”

“Maybe, that’s ‘cause technically Imma dog.” He threw his belongings on a corner in the porch.

“In fact, you’re a werewolf, but being a dog helps my arguments that you’re Dog’s daddy.” You took some wet hair from his temple and eyes.

He rolled his eyes, he’d let you win this time, it wasn’t a completely lie, because his connection with Dog was very strong. “I just arrived from an unsuccessful hunt, I’m soaking… ain’t I getting a kiss or something?”

“I’m glad you’re back, I was so worried.” You confessed, cupping his rain wet face with your hands. You tip toed and placed a loving kiss on his lips. “Let’s get inside, you need to take out these clothes and have a warm bath.”

At that exact moment Dog shook all the water he had on his fur, getting both you and Daryl wet. Well, you, Daryl was already wet. “Guess, ya’ll join me in bath.” He smirked a you.

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[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

So I Live a Lie in the Light

Setting: Forest (6 year gap) Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Tabby O’Sullivan (OC) Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; mentions of child abuse; mentions of pregnancy Summary: Daryl has a secret. He’s always known it could affect all of those he loved. Just not like this. A/N: Tumblr is being an uber twat right now and won’t let me edit so hopefully there are no mistakes.

It had been getting more difficult to hide. Emotions always made it worse. For most of his life, he had tried to hide from them; push them down and bury them. And that was before he was bitten. He had been so young and careless, out in the woods after a particularly heavy beating from his father. Nature had always been his safe place. That night, it was anything but safe. 

He had thought it was a dog at first, a low growl the first indication he hadn’t been alone. He had stumbled through the bushes and landed directly in the middle of the dinner table. The creature was kneeling over the deer carcass, its clawed hands holding open a gaping hole so its canine-like maw could delve inside. 

It had heard him, probably smelled him now that he thought back on it. Running had proven useless, its long legs catching up to him with ease. He remembered thinking he would die right there that night. Even now, he could feel the pain flare to life around the scar its teeth had left on his shoulder. 

Then it had let him go. 

His daddy had been passed out drunk when he got home, allowing him to care for the wound without explanation. He would find out on the first full moon since the attack that the creature had been Merle and what exactly that bite meant for the rest of his life. 

So Daryl, a lycan, had kept his secret. It made slaughtering the undead while alone a piece of cake. Even when he was with his chosen family, he had strength he would never be able to explain if he didn’t hide it well. Had he not been so consumed by fear, he could have saved them. He could have saved so many of them. 

After Rick’s supposed death, he had skulked off into the woods to find his brother’s body, dead or alive. He had left everyone behind. He had left her behind. If there had been anyone he would have told, it would have been her. He wanted to tell her; wanted to show her how much he trusted her. How much he loved her. 

But he was afraid. The walkers had done nothing more than die and had become the enemy. What would that mean for him? A lycan. A werewolf. 

Rather than live with her rejection, he chose to live with her absence. It was better for both of them this way. 

Daryl had made her promise to never visit aside from after each full moon. He had been adamant and, so far, Tabby had held to the promise. She’d set the world on fire for that man, so even when her heart ached for his presence, she held fast to the agreement. 

Until now. 

Circumstances called for an earlier visit. She brought supplies with her but secretly hoped this would be when he’d return. It had been six years. Two day visits every 30 days or so just wasn’t cutting it. He’d always allow her to stay in his camp, sharing touches and sweet kisses and whispered words. Sharing his bed and his body. She yearned for those moments. 

Maybe today was the day. 

“Daryl, are you here?” Tabby peeked into the tent, surprised to find Dog stretched out on the bedroll but no archer. “Daryl?” With careful, quiet steps—just like he’d taught her—she crept across the forest floor. It wasn’t long before she heard the familiar snarls of a herd. Oh god, no! 

She didn’t call for him. It would only alert them to her presence when he could be perfectly fine and hiding to wait it out. But why would he leave Dog? There was a new, unfamiliar sound as she closed in, an animal of some sort. Probably, being mauled and eaten, the poor thing. When she could see a few of the uncoordinated, shuffling bodies, she pressed herself against the nearest tree, carefully leaning around to the other side. 

What she saw defied everything logical she had ever been taught up until the dead began to walk. 

A large, black creature was slaughtering walkers left and right; taking heads and limbs and tossing them carelessly. It was covered in fur and stood on two legs at about seven feet, with decipherable knees but canine hocks below them. The fingers and toes were tipped with large, razor-sharp claws that were slicing through flesh like butter. The torso was comparable to that of a human but larger, broader with pronounced skeletal and muscular features. But its head—Its head was large with canine features: elongated snout, pointed ears, and a mouth full of dangerously sharp, dripping teeth. 

Tabby was frozen to the spot with wide eyes, tears on her lashes, and only one coherent thought: Daryl. 

Had it killed him? 

The creature paused with a walker’s head in its grasp, raising its snout to sniff the air—and turned its black gaze right to where she was hiding. 

“Oh fuck.” She whispered, stumbling backwards before she turned around and began to run back to the camp. There was a roar unlike any she had ever heard from somewhere behind her but then the sound of more walkers being dispatched. “Dog!” Tabby screamed, relieved when the canine poked his head out of the tent. “Dog, come! We have to find Daryl!” She saw the archer’s pack on the ground, choking on a sob. Why would he go anywhere without supplies? “Come, Dog! We have to—”

When she turned, she was face to face with an open maw of pointed fangs, rivulets of thick saliva stretching and falling to the leaves. She lifted her foot to take a step back, watching its eyes lower and then rise before it growled. She couldn’t die. Not now. She hadn’t survived years of slow moving corpses to be taken out like this when she was so close to everything she could have ever wanted, apocalypse or not. 

“Dog.” She whispered, oddly concerned that the canine hadn’t made a single sound. She started to risk a glance but didn’t have to look far. Dog was sitting calmly at her side, looking up at the creature with his tongue hanging out the side of his open mouth. 

Movement in front of her brought Tabby’s eyes forward. A huge, clawed hand was reaching for her, slowly. She whimpered, raising her shoulders and screwing her eyes shut. The touch on her face was shockingly gentle. When it pulled away, she released the breath she had been holding and opened her eyes. It was backing away. 

It made a noise before things began to shift. Bones and colors and size, shrinking and morphing until—

“Daryl?!”

He was naked as the day he was born, a hand out against a tree to balance himself as if the change had sapped his energy. The look he was giving her was unreadable, so many emotions flitting across his face that she couldn’t pinpoint just one. 

“Ya weren’t s’posed to come here.” He whispered. 

“Yeah, I get that now.” She snapped. “What the fuck is going on?” He stepped toward and when she stepped back, his expression crumbled. 

“You’re afraid of me now.” He choked on a sob, his chin quivering. Daryl walked briskly past her and grabbed his pack, jerking out clothing and proceeded to begin dressing himself. “Ya can go if ya want.” The tremble in his voice made it clear that wasn’t what he truly wanted. Besides, she came to tell him something and now, more than ever, it seemed more imperative. 

“Daryl, I—” The redhead braved a step toward him, visibly trembling. Yes, she was afraid. Even so, something in her gut told her that he would never hurt her. She was afraid because she didn’t understand. She needed to know what this meant for her. How it changed things. “I need an explanation. I need to know—”

Tabby paused, standing straighter when he went still with his shirt halfway pulled over his shoulders. Daryl sniffed the air—once, then twice—and turned to her, his brow creased. “Ya smell diff’rent.”

“You can smell me? Like—a dog?”

“Lycan.” He corrected, pulling his shirt the rest of the way down. The archer began to step toward her, but she consciously made her feet stay planted. 

“Lycan?” Tabby queried, blinking.

“Werewolf.” Daryl stated calmly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. He was nearly in front of her now, taking a moment to lean in and inhale through his nose once again. “Why do ya smell diff’rent?”

“New body wash?” She giggled nervously, a fine shaking to her person but still not moving away. 

He actually dared to look insulted. “Ain’t like that, Tabby-cat. S’ya scent. Your smell. Ain’t your clothes or soap or perfume. S’you.” The jig was up. She had to tell him and then he’d need to her what it meant; if it was dangerous. What she needed to do. 

“So,” The redhead dropped her gaze, toeing at the rocks. “What happens when—lycans?” He nodded. “When lycans and humans have sex and that results in the creation of a little being?” 

Daryl stood up straight, looming over her in a way that had never intimidated her before that moment. “You’re—pregnant?” Tabby nodded, her chin quivering. Daryl barked out a laugh and doubled over, hands on his knees.

She stared with wide blue eyes, incredulous. “You’re seriously laughing right now?”

The hunter shook his head and stood up with an expression of pure relief. “Thought ya’d got bit. Didn’t have the—dead stench but I didn’t know how else to take it. Ya weren’t s’posed to be able.” He sobered quickly, reaching cautiously for her shoulders. When she didn’t back away, he pulled her in against him. “Anyway, aint been through it ‘fore n’ haven’t ran into many others like me, but s’far s’I know, ain’t no diff’rent than a human. Just—” he trailed off, easing his hold on her so that she could move back a little. 

Tabby looked up at him, fear present in her trembling orbs. “Just what?”

Daryl bit his lip nervously. “Kid’ll have the curse. Ain’t no two ways ‘bout it. Don’t know how much or how lil’ it’ll show up. Could be born like a pup, could be human. Could change immediately, could take months, years. S’a lot I don’t know.” He let her go and turned away. “M’sorry. Didn’t think ya’d ever—”

Tabby stood in stunned silence, completely overwhelmed and more than a little frightened. One thing hadn’t changed, though. She didn’t think it ever would. She stepped up after a deep breath, wondering if he already knew she was closer because of super hearing or smell. Regardless, she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled her head between his shoulder blades, pushing back the mental image of them snapping and shifting only a few minutes before. 

She still loved him. He was still somehow her Daryl, even if she had a lot to learn. 

“I’m scared. You can’t blame me for that.” She felt more than heard him sigh. “But I’m not scared of you.” Now a sharp intake of breath, blue eyes searching for her over his shoulder. Tabby leaned back, only enough for him to turn within her embrace, pressing herself right back into his chest. His arms encircled her immediately, warm and familiar. “I’m scared for our baby, what it means for them. What sort of life they’ll have to lead. What precautions we’ll have to take.”

Daryl nodded but didn’t interrupt. 

“I do know that I want this and I want it with you.” She smiled against his shirt, squeezing him tighter. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

“Together.” He repeated softly, a hand coming up to cradle the back of her head. 

Pulling back, she gave him an all too familiar smirk, a mischievous twinkle in her wet eyes. “So, if I scratched behind your ear, would your leg shake?”

“Stop.”

[the-queen-who-should-have-been]

Werewolf!Negan Smith

For anon

[marchweres]

This? This is amazing. Silver as a metaphor and the inner runnings of his mind are so good!

MARCHWERES PROMPT 20- SILVER

MAIN MASTERLIST

DARYL MASTERLIST (includes marchweres)

CW: Unrequited love, Age gap (reader is in their 20s, Daryl is in his late 30s), prison era, mentions of death, poor attempt at angst, reader is hinted at being female, written in Daryl’s POV, small allusions to sex, let me know if I missed anything.

PLEASE GIVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM

Since long before time, the story of werewolves have been twisted and changed among cultures, but the one statement that always remained true was the fatality of silver. It's said that supernatural creatures like werewolves were often left vulnerable to the touch of the metal. It was their Achilles heel.

The feeling in Daryl's chest felt much like his lungs had been punctured by silver.

The breeze rustled through Daryl's hair while he hunted, crossbow in hand. The sun was shallow on the horizon, a soft glow looming over his face. It was well after he said he'd be back, and he had no doubt that the residents of the prison were worried, but he didn't care. The soft air of the evening gave him peace of mind, unlike the chaos of the bustling community the ex-Woodbury residents had just recently joined. Despite the abundance of people who had just allied with his group, his mind was stuck on one person in particular.

You.

You, the embodiment of Aphrodite herself, with your warm smiles and soft, lingering touches. You had come with the group when they rescued you from Woodbury, and the brunette took a particular liking towards you. Despite his normally touch repulsed self, he found himself craving your soft skin against his more frequently than not.

You were younger than him, in a happy and healthy relationship with a boy from Woodbury. He shouldn't be wanting you like this. It felt wrong. You were of legal age, of course, being in your late 20s, yet it still felt so, so dirty to be pining over you like this, especially when you didn't return his advances. With each interaction he had with you, his chest coiled tighter in an emotion he couldn't describe. Guilt? Jealousy? Envy? He wasn't quite sure anymore. All he knew was that the feeling was painful, harsh, and like a stab to the heart.

Daryl continued to trudge through the thick undergrowth. As he followed the tracks of his prey, thoughts of you continued to infiltrate his mind. The feeling of despair clawed at him relentlessly, cutting off his airways and twisting his chest into knots. You were not his to desire, not when your heart already beat in time with another's, not when you were tangled in someone else's sheets.

When he finally caught sight of his prey, Daryl paused, his crossbow at the ready. His mind drifted back to you, to the way your eyes sparkled in the sun and your laugh filled up a room. He knew he was being foolish, that he was setting himself up for defeat, but he couldn't help but imagine a world where maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to win your heart.

With a deep breath, Daryl pulled back on the trigger, letting the bolt reach its target. As he retrieved his kill, Daryl allowed reality to truly sink in.

You would forever be his silver bullet.

a/n- the ending feels rushed to me :(

[blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn]

Primary:

Archangel Gabriel - the Heart, cruel, capricious, manipulative twin brother of Michael who seeks to destroy humanity to bring God back from His absence

Archangel Michael - the Sword, stoic, aloof, and duty-bound twin brother of Gabriel who forfeit a connection to his angelic kin to protect humanity

Alexander "Alex" Lannon - rebellious and loyal, this man is Marked by God to hopefully become the savior of humanity ( as well as a uniter of both angels and mankind )

Secondary:

Archangel Lucifer - presumed to be dead, this archangel of original creation is very much alive and well in his quaint survivors' town of Mallory, Alabama

Noma Banks ( neè Walker ) - Michael's lieutenant and a Higher Angel tasked with infiltrating the Archangel Corps to protect Alex

Damarion Gaines ( nephil oc ) - unknowingly born of two worlds, he struggles with wanting to find out more about his shrouded past and parentage

Tertiary:

Archangel Uriel - the Artist, the older sister of Michael & Gabriel, twin to Raphael, she's unpredictable and her loyalty wavers as this war drags on ( rumored to have foregone neutrality to join Gabriel )

Archangel Raphael - the Sage, a mysterious figure spoken of by the other angel siblings, deciding to disappear at the start of the war

Laurel Phillips - a priestess of Lucifer and construct of his abilities to lure unsuspecting people into Mallory under promise of protection and safety

William Whele - former Principate of Saviorism's Church in Vega and the once-heir of House Whele, he's betrayed his people to serve under Gabriel's banner

Julian / Lyrae - a former soldier and leader of New Delphi, he took control of the pre-war NORAD bunker to rehabilitate eight-balls and normalize a razor-thin peaceful coexistence with humans

◇ tba: Charlie Lannon, Jeep Hanson, Bixby, Rhais, Furiad, Claire Riesen, Arika

➤ AU & Canon Verses: MAIN (Dominion / Legion), Yellowstone / TWD / Borderlands / Fallout / Modern & Urban Fantasy / The Old Guard ( crossover ) / Dune ( crossover ) / Star Wars / Shadow & Bone ( crossover ) / Resident Evil / Wasteland Child ( Alex, with orphanedshadow's Phel & Kara )

Sideblogs:

sinstxrscreamwritcr - home to my assassin ocs, and ( screenwriter / seri.al ki.ller ) hayden von richter

pxnktroublmakcr - nimona, with both comic and movie influence

kryptxnicn-sxpcrdcg - krypto with tv / comic / 'SuperPets' influence

wxllcrcwlr - indie Insomniac spider-man with personal headcanons, comic icons used

lycaonbcrne - Criminal Minds/NCIS assassin villain muse

pirxte-rxdio - Midnight Mark (radio host) rp blog from the film "The Boat That Rocked"

➤ AU Verses: Arachknight (Peter Parker), The Boys / Star Wars (Krypto), Werewolf / The Boys (Akhos), Vampire / Single Parent (Hayden), Ghost / Immortal (Midnight Mark)

Muses By Request Only:

Diomedes from "Troy"

Astinos from "300"

➤ AU Verses: The Old Guard (Diomedes)

[ohpleaselarry]

The WIP title game

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

I was tagged by @brightgolden thank you! I have a LOT of wips and I usually don’t title them until they’re finished, so the file names might not make sense to anyone but me, but here we go!

In order of most recently worked on to oldest:

L&H: a-z

PROMPTS

lesbian outlaws hehe

Nature?

werewolf x vampire fic

the crack fic

a-z jump - twins??

WEREWOLF

ZOMBIE

VAMPIRE

D:BH au

airport dream

Jupiter sequel

insp by twittering birds never fly kinda

josh&hazel au

healing au

the sitter

Infertile alpha a/b/o

110 - the longing to please everybody

Blind omega a/b/o

vampire but GIRLS

Jupiter rewrite

boy4sale prequel

L is a fanfic writer - dark matter

au: right person, wrong time

THE LONG ONE - tlou

no dating within the band au

twd au

daddy kink sequel

assassin au

17/09/2011 - 10PM

SOUL sequel

All of these have various amounts of writing done on them, so I could probably work up a snippet for any of them, haha. This list would probably be loads longer if I’d done this last year, but I compiled all of my prompts into one file a few months ago (I’m sure you can guess which one) and I only make a new file if I begin to write on it. So much cleaner that way, honestly.

I’m tagging: @cyantific @pocketsunshineharry @chloehl10 @evilovesyou @louloubabys1992 @thelesserneptune @greenblueish @thinlinez

[omegawolverine]

hello i would like to know about ur oc’s! you can pick which one(s) :]

eeeee!!! okay erm ill just give an overview of the ocs i named in my tags bc i like never talk about my ocs so idk whats worth saying or not 😭😭

anyways out of the 4 ocs i named, maxine, claire and jack r (more or less) self inserts but carmen was originally made as a self insert for misfits and he was the love interest for isak's (@/salfishergender) oc, maxwell, but then him and max were moved to a different au which we worked on with trinket (@/dapsie) that had nothing to do with pre-existing media

that asideeee erm

claire monreau: wednesday self insert, shipped with tyler bc im insane about him <3 claire is a student at nevermore ofc, she is a werewolf and has probably been attending for like a year before wednesdays arrival at the school. they dye their hair a lot but their staple is usually a dark red color. she's mixed race (filipino/white), kinda short, bisexual demigirl she/they user and a leo. they're like. an aggressive mom friend tbh. always making sure their friends dont get into serious trouble but also threatening them for being stupid in public. her and tyler r lovesick and gross bc i said so

james "jack" dixon: twd oc who is (once again) the love interest of isak's oc, farren. also related to daryl and merle dixon if the last name didnt make it obvious. he's a tall, dirty white boy with long hair brown hair, he/they bisexual. total hot head but also a hopeless romantic, will cry if you genuinely praise him. does a lot of taxidermy, cooking, skinning animals for food + tanning hydes and other unhinged malewife things.

maxine walker: creepypasta oc from when i was literally like 10 years old but i wont let her go. any pronoun using queer gf for ticci toby. tbh her original design is kinda a toby rip off but ive been revamping her recently and she's got long brown hair (although sometimes i give her masc haircuts and ohhh she slays), wears a skin tight turtle neck with no sleeves and like black or dark green cargo pants and she also wears these like steam punk goggles around her neck most of the time. carries around a bat to bash peoples heads in bc she's fucked up idk. theyre pretty bubbly tho and mostly just like to do their job Well (bc theyre a proxy obvi, i made this bitch almost a decade ago) and be chaotic with others. him and toby r probs codependent but when r my ocs and their love interests ever Not

carmen fuller: he/they queer (reoccurring theme), the definition of confident gay and he makes it everyones problem. loves to flirt, loves to be a cocky asshole, will argue with anyone and everyone but also is soft for his bf <3 how cringe of him

[vvolfsbaneblooms]

☾ main ☾ bio ☾ face ☾ muse ☾ wishlist ☾

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.

Lawrence Talbot is a canon character from the film The Wolf Man (1941). All details vary based on verse, but in general, he's a mix of headcanons and lore from the original Universal films. There will be strong themes of suicide/suicidal ideation and self-loathing present on this blog. Larry does not retain any sense of self or control when he transforms into the wolf. He would unknowingly kill anyone who crosses his path, even those dear to him. He believes he's cursed, and if he cannot find a cure for the curse, he would willingly see himself dead.

And now, a little on the lore for those not familiar with this universe. I'm happy to have Larry's transformation be that of a full wolf or the classic wolfman figure, per the preferences of my partners. He was bitten by the werewolf Bela, who he then unknowingly killed, in the year 1891. He's stronger and faster than a human, with heightened senses of smell and hearing, but only in his wolf form. He cannot age or get sick, and he's very difficult to kill except for a silver bullet fired by one who truly loves him. Even then, if his grave isn't kept covered in wolfsbane, he may rise again (so it's easy to pop him into a modern timeline). I'm happy to introduce him to other werewolf muses who might teach him how to control his wolf side.

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 Larry with OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry.

Other: Victor Frankenstein (or any scientist who might be able to cure him), Frankenstein's monster (Larry sympathizes), Jack Griffin, Hayley Marshall, Alcide Herveaux, Bigby Wolf, and other werewolf muses, Roman Godfrey, Sam and Dean Winchester, and other supernatural crossovers

default verses:

canon (+/-): Larry wakes up in his grave in the modern world and continues seeking either a cure or true death.

horror!verse: Typically the same as canon, but including any crossovers with other horror/supernatural fandoms

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: Somehow, your muse finds themselves back in 1891 in the middle of The Wolf Man, while very aware that it is a film they're stuck in. (Familiarity with the original film required, please.)

twd!verse: A Walking Dead AU where Larry wakes in the modern world to find the dead have come to life. Though he can be bitten, he cannot turn because the werewolf curse overrides the zombie virus.

[heartlikeawound]

➵ main ➵ bio ➵ face ➵ muse ➵ starters ➵ wishlist ➵

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.

Will is a canon character from Robin Hood. All details vary based on verse, but in general he's a mix of headcanons, folklore, and influences from Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1991). I'm happy to write him into AUs and fandom crossovers.

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 Will with other fairy tale characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry.

Family: Robin Locksley (half-brother), Marian (sister-in-law) Other: Sheriff of Nottingham, Guy Gisborne, Friar Tuck, any Robin Hood or Wizard of Oz muses

default verses:

ever!after: Characters are reincarnated versions of their fairy tale counterparts, and few know who they truly are. Will is an ex Marine Sergeant who lost his arm and half his unit on his last mission and retired in Fableton. (bio)

fableverse: When the storybook worlds collapse, Will finds himself in a contemporary town called Fableton, where he works as a thief and a mechanic and does everything he can to avoid his half-brother, Robin. (bio)

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.

horror!verse: Will is attacked by a rogue werewolf in the 1930s and joins a small pack of career military wolves, most of whom are killed in a dirty mission in the 60s. Reluctant to join and lose another pack, he primarily works as a bodyguard or a mercenary. (bio)

twd!verse: A zombie apocalypse AU with the same history as Ever After, only the breakout happens after Will settles in Fableton.

[writingdaryldixon]

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Hello And Welcome!! I thought I would take a second to let you all know what you can find on this page! I've wanted to make one of these for a while so I'm excited to finally do it and I hope you'll all enjoy the content. 1. Daryl will be the main focus in my fics and I am taking ANY kind of requests. If you want to have Carol or Rick or whomever in your request as well I will be happy to add them! Just keep in mind that they'd still be just featured characters. Mostly this will probably be like a reader insert type of blog, but if you want "reader" to be female or male or whichever orientation, I am completely open to that! All is welcome! 2. I've written things for Daryl privately and I love writing for him so I would be open to doing any kind of scenario. I would like to keep it in the realm of TWD, though. AU's are fine, like maybe before the apocalypse, but I probably won't do anything where it completely changes his character, like him being a werewolf or vampire or mafia boss or things like that. HOWEVER, there may be things that I would be open to trying ( I don't have any examples off the top of my head at the moment but I will make posts about them once I do!) so if you have an idea that isn't directly TWD related , you can still run it by me and I can see if it's something that I would be comfortable doing. 3. I am NOT AGAINST writing smut, but I will be up front and say that I am not experienced in writing it so if you want to request something that has spicy parts in it, please don't come after me if it's not that great. Requests or posts that do have smut in it will be tagged. You MUST be 18 or older to request them, so please be honest regarding your age when sending them in. 4. I don't typically have a limit on what I write in regards to triggers. Some things won't be written in detail. I WILL NOT write anything about incest, underage relationships, or explicit scenes of SA. This is another thing that if you have a request in mind and you're not sure if I will write it, message me first and we can talk about it and I'll let you know. ALL posts will have trigger warnings on them. 5. I want to post prompts that you can choose from and other things like that to hopefully help make this blog as interactive as possible. You could also probably expect pictures and reblogs and things like that of Norman so this blog won't strictly be for writing. There you have it! I will probably add more once I think about them. And just as a reminder, PLEASE FEEL FREE to chat with me about any kind of request you may have. In most cases I will probably be ok with writing it, I may offer alterations if I can't write it exactly how you want it. But my goal is to give you what you want! Thank you for stopping by and I hope you enjoy what you see/read!

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Down at the river

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Request: Hello, I love your stories and have an idea for werewolf Daryl. In wolf form, Daryl finds a reader who is swimming in the river and falls in love with her. In human form, he brings her to the group (no matter what time) but he is afraid to tell her about himself without knowing how much the reader has fallen in love with him. Preferably with smut at the end ;) Thanks♡

Down at the river, where the stream split was where people used to find Daryl during the days before and after the full moon. He'd be bathing in his changed form, or fishing to bring back a haul for his community.

But nowadays he spent his time around the area in hiding. Covered by the thick greenery he'd watch the new woman bathe in the river and catch his fish. She had skills he admired, and she was beautiful as well. Her hair down to be washed or up in a bun when just rinsing her body, she was beautiful.

Daryl traveled along with a supply cart between the communities. He was asked to be security because of the increase in walkers lately, but also because multiple carts had been robbed lately.

Daryl kept his eyes and ears open for any noises and caught something getting closer to the cart. It was too subtle for a human to hear, and too calculated to be a walker. He took his crossbow and watched for any movement but whatever it was stayed hidden.

Only when Daryl went to explain what he heard and let his guard down momentarily there was an opening to rush in, slash the tarp and grab whatever was underneath with both hands and running off.

Daryl was quick to grab his crossbow and follow the figure, easily catching up and hauling them up against a tree and watching all the produce fall to the ground.

"Where's yer camp?" Daryl snarled, inches away from your face. His gaze flickering around the area for any sign of backup.

"I swear it's just me. I found a cabin but fish isn't enough to live on.. Please I just want to eat." You raised your hands as much as possible, palms open and empty for the man to see you were harmless. He caught no sense of you lying to him, so he set you back down and handed you a small portion of what you had stolen. "Ya know we got communities. If ya wanna live nicer, try Alexandria." With the leftover produce in his hands and crossbow over his shoulder he turned around to walk away. "I know ya know where it is."

On his way back he couldn't help but flash back to when he saw you in the river. You knew your way around the woods and were a skilled survivor, but he couldn't let all of that make the heat rise in his cheeks.

"Was a lone woman. Left 'er with a warning." Daryl placed the produce back in the cart, clearly less than what was taken. "Some got squashed when she ran 'n dropped it. M'sorry."

Daryl went to find the cabin, locating it with ease and watching from afar. It was a nice place, and surrounded by walker traps. He remembered your complaints about eating just fish, so while you did know how to fish, hunting and animal trapping wasn't something you were familiar with.

Which is why he hunted down some small game and prepped it to leave at your door, boxed in a stupid tupperware box he took from Carol's kitchen.

He waited til the next full moon for you to knock on the community gate, but you never did.

Back in the woods, Daryl went to his usual spot. A giant pile of leaves becoming his base for those nights. A nice bed and a great hiding spot for his stuff. With the nights becoming colder again he didn't want to fish, opting for hunting instead. He ate his fill and trodged back to the place he'd call his bed for the night, quickly dozing off covered in yellow leaves.

That same night, at the cabin not far off you rested, unable to fall asleep with the lack of thick blankets. Tossing and turning and groaning in frustration you sat up, remembering the giant pile of fallen leaves a short walk away. You thought of stuffing the ratty duvet cover and making a thicker blanket that way and set off to where you had seen it.

Upon arrival you found.. something else as well. At the base of the pile laid a creature, covered partially under a golden blanket. 'Looks like we had the same idea.' The thought came and went as you stared at the large bear.

No, not a bear. Its shapes weren't bearlike.

You scanned the animal's features and got hit by a realisation like a truck. The creature in front of you bared a scar over its eye. Just like that man who let you have that food after you stole from his people. The greying fur indicated his older age too. It matched up perfectly. The long shaggy fur now looked entirely black in the small bits of moonlight passing through the trees, but you bet it was that same dark brown from your memories.

You ditched the plan of taking the leaves, as to not wake up the sleeping beast and turned back home to your cabin.

Despite the night's cold temperature you eventually passed out and slept til late in the morning.

By the time you went to head out, pushing open the cabin door you felt it hit something, shoving it along.

A quick look around the door showed a small wild boar, its throat cut and seemingly drained. But it looked clean aside from the rope burns around its leg. You took the boar inside and stashed it away, giving a quick glance at the plastic tub that held the other animals last time with a fond smile. Your mind wandered to the man who so kindly let you keep the food even after you stole from his people. You were convinced he was bringing you the animals and it warmed your heart.

Were you catching feelings for him?

Shrugging it off you went to set out into the woods to do your daily gatherings, sneaking along the area where you saw him sleep last night, but not finding anything that indicated he had been there besides the leaf pile being a mess. Your trip was ended quickly now that you didn't need to hunt or fish, so you decided to make the extra trip back to the leaf pile with your blanket cover after all.

The amount of walkers in the area increased quickly. It was like they were swarming in from all sides. Daryl had noticed it too. It wasn't safe for him anymore to sleep in the woods during full moons. His mind kept wandering to you, and went by the cabin a few times but never caught you there. He couldn't afford to camp around your home with his community needing food stockpiled if it got too bad outside the walls. He had to keep up the supply and needed to hunt.

It was late at night after two weeks of daily trap checking and hauling back food for his people when he was being summoned to the gate.

"This woman claims to know you, but not by name." Deanna's voice was stern, not trusting the stranger at her side.

Daryl gave you a once over and nodded, "yeah. Seen 'er out there. Traded food once or twice." It was cler you were hurt, and seeing the way you carried your bedsheets stuffed with items he made out you had to leave in a hurry. "Ya should rest. I'll take someone ta check yer old place in the mornin'."

The offer took you off guard but you welcomed it, thanking him for being so kind.

"Alright." Deanna stated quickly. " you may accompany mister Dixon for the night, since you two have a history together. Tomorrow morning mister Dixon can show you my home where we can continue this talk. Goodnight for now." With a kind smile she headed back home.

Daryl bid the guards a good night aa well before showing you the way to his shared home. "Ain't got a room fer ya yet, so yer gonna havta live with the couch tonight."

Daryl led you inside where you were met with Carol who was woken up by people coming to get Daryl earlier. You watched her as she got up and with a kind smile to greet you and introduced herself. When you responded with an introduction of yourself, Daryl made a mental note of your name. "Would you like some tea?"

She had practically readied everything already before you answered, so instead you just nodded and thanked her as she offered you a cup.

"I'm going back to bed. Find me when you need something, okay?" A small wave punctuated her leave as she disappeared up the stairs.

You stood with the tea in your hands, looking around the house and taking it all in. It had been years since you'd seen a house in this near perfect state, untouched by the dead, or the living that took everything they desired.

"Yer gon' be alrigh?" Daryl's voice was soft, like he was trying his best not to overwhelm you. He got to digging out blanket from the basket beside hus lounge chair and handed it to you along with an extra pillow.

"Thankyou. I'll be fine for the night." With tour bedsheet bag set to the side you sat down to undo your boots, remembering you had set your tea down and taking a sip before it got cold.

Daryl kind of just watched your scatterbrained self do five things at once until you were finally ready to lay down. Only then did he wish you a good night, and upon walking away he stopped for a second, turning towards you. "Name's Daryl, by the way."

It had been a while since you slept through the night and woke up with the smell of fresh breakfast being prepared. The groan you let out as you stretched earned you a call of good morning from the kitchen. Carol peeked her head past the corner and walked up with a new cup of tea.

While you waited for breakfast as Carol had instructed you went to unpack the stuff you brought. Trying to make a list for Daryl to help him on his trip to your cabin later today.

You stacked your clothes on the armrest beside you, clearly missing a couple of items that weren't on the closest pile when you ran. You dug out a canteen of water, some weapons and a solar powered lantern that was at the end of its life. The last thing all the way at the bottom was--

"Hey, where'd you get that?" Carol's curious tone had you jump up, pulled away from the focus on your task.

"Ya took it with ya? Empty?" You hadn't even noticed Daryl coming into the room, all dressed and ready to leave already.

Your gaze switched from Carol over to Daryl, and back to Carol again who was staring at her friend with a confused look on her face. "Daryl?"

Again your head moved to look at Daryl, who was chewing on the skin of his thumb. A clear sign of his nerves. "Took it ta bring 'er som meat. She weren't showin' at the gate so I took some to 'er home."

Carol raised her brows at that, but decided to stay quiet, going back to preparing the plate of breakfast for you and shooing Daryl out the door, who made a vocal protest of having to take you to Deanna. "I'll take her later. You go do your thing, she'll be here when you come home."

You smiled around a mouthful of food, loving the playful banter between the two.

With Daryl out the door, Carol went to take her own breakfast and sit down with you.

"So, how'd you two meet? Usually Daryl shares tales of his hunts, but I never heard anything about a woman."

You had to start improvising now. If you shared the truth there was a chance of being straight out the gate again. "He almost shot me." It was the first thing that came to mind, it was close enough to your first encounter where he would have shot you if you had beem further off. "He told me to find this place, but I got scared. I mentioned being tired of fish and he figured out where I lived." You shared a simple version of the whole truth that seemed to work well enough for Carol to move on.

After breakfast you washed up and Carol took you to see Deanna, where you went through some sort of interview initiation process. She talked about the inner workings of the community and finding a job for you based on your chat.

You found it strange, but you guessed it was a necessity.

Deanna gave you a quick tour of the community after deeming you not dangerous, showing you all the important places like the pantry, the infirmary and the vegetable gardens.

You got to search through the community clothing reserves and pick out some stuff to take home and take a much needed shower.

You had no idea how long you spent in the bathroom. All you knew was Daryl had come home by the time you were done.

It then hit you you never gave him a list of missing items.

"Hey." Daryl's eyes caught yours and for a second all he could see was you, with your soaked hair in the river. He shook the thought off and awkwardly pointed out the door. "Stripped the place. Come see what ya wanna keep?"

In your clean clothes and damp hair you followed Daryl outside, padding along down the porch steps and to the back of the truck parked in front of the house.

Together you sifted through the truck bed, taking out the items you wished to keep for yourself and sorting rhe rest into useful community items and stuff to take apart for material.

Spending the whole day going around the community with Daryl was the best time you had since the dead came back to life.

Just one day of donating your gathered items and clearing out your now bedroom was all it took to have those butterflies from back in your cabin flutter so much more intense than before.

But you kept it quiet, showed none of it. There was no way it would be okay to share something like that only a single day into it.

Where you went to bed content, Daryl ended up downstairs with a less positive mindset.

He was angry. Not at you, or anyone in general. He was angry with himself. He was angry for falling for you since day one and not having had the courage to show himself to you during the full moons.

Weeks passed where the two of you danced around each other in and out of the community, all the way up to the week of the full moon.

Daryl had to leave again in three days and his mind was plagueing him. He hated the idea of having to lie to you about his leave. He hated that he'd have to use your cabin and reinforce it in record time so he had a safe space to sleep.

But if yoy knew your cabin was walker-proof, you could want to move back and Daryl didn't want that. He wanted you to stay..

Around the community it was clear something was bugging Daryl, but most of them wouldn't even bother to find out what that something was. To Carol it was clear as day, and she made it her personal job to make sure Daryl talked to you before leaving.

"Pookie.." Carol sat down beside her friend who had been chainsmoking on the porch, leg bouncing and thumb almost bleeding from how much he bit it. "She's gonna be okay with it. The cabin, you. Everything."

Daryl only grumbled something in response. Something that sounded like you being afraid, which only made her laugh niw that she knew how the two of you had officially met.

Of course Darul had shared the whole truth with her, it's how Carol figured out her friend had been in love with the girl way before she had shown up at the community. Before he had caught her stealing, even.

"Daryl, look. It has been obvious that she's comfortable around you. You attacked her for stealing and lied about it to get her to stay." A soft reassuring smile ended her last sentence. "She's lived in the woods. She'll love your animal half."

Daryl spent the remainder of his cigarette mulling over Carol's words. She made so much sense it had to be true.

It took the rest of the day to mentally prepare him to go find you at home, and to his luck you were helping Carol in the kitchen.

He thanked the moon for Carol being there as well, he was going to need someone to back him up.

"Hey, Daryl." Carol happily greeted him from where she was showing you how to create her cookie dough, kneading it side by side with you.

The soft hum of the oven sounded through the kitchen as Daryl came over and leaned against the counter behind you.

"Man, I wish we had chocolate chips.. I miss those." You reminised to the old world and its delicious snacks that had your mouth water.

"I have some, we can set some dough aside for a small batch." Carol moved to separate a small portion of her dough for later. "Just keep those away from the regular ones. Daryl's allergic to chocolate and we don't want him getting sick."

Your brows furrowed in confusion, while Daryl glanced over at Carol's conversation starter.

"You're allergic to chocolate? That must suck.." You peeked away from your work to give Daryl and apologetic look.

He only shrugged it off, too busy with his confession to make a snarky comment. The kitchen fell silent again and he felt the panic gnaw at his skull again. He had to get it over with.

"S'watcha get when ya ain't fully human. Can't eat all kindsa food."

Carol smiled to herself when your hands stilled. In the reflection of the window you could see Daryl's worry clean on his face. You had to choose your words carefully.

"What else can't you have? You know, for if I'm ever in charge of dinner."

The response was one Daryl didn't see coming. It was clear in his little stutter as he found the words to reply. "Can't have grapes. So no wine either, not tha' I can get drunk anyways."

You were hoping he'd straight up say what he was thinking and not dance around the subject, but you saw he needed time. Back to questioning you went.

"So, what exactly is making you have those allergies? What non-human part, I mean." You kept peeking his way over your shoulder as you followed Carol's moves in cutting and placing the cookies.

"Yer gonna think 'm crazy. Feels gross sayn' it out loud." He couldn't even look up from the floor with how badly he wanted to disappear right now. His hands in his pockets plucking at any loose threads so he wouldn't chew his fingers down to the bone.

"You could always show her." Carol shrugged with the plate of raw cookies in her hands, placing it in the oven while you operated the door for her.

"Nah. S'too scary ta show jus' like tha'." He was getting restless, he had said what he wanted in a way, so why was he still so anxious about this whole thing?

"Scary? I swear I mistook you for a bear undernthat pile of leaves last month. You're pretty cute when you sleep." Your eyes squinted with the wide smile on your face, remembering that night in the woods.

Only when you saw Daryl's face become one of utter shock you couldn't hold back your laughter.

It took a moment for the situation to die down again, you catching your breath and Daryl still not knowing what to do.

But Carol did. "I told you so." With a shrug she kept moving around and continuing the baking process while Daryl's mind rattled and you reassured him once more.

"I came here after I saw you and realised who I found. If I saw you before I came here I would have been just as happy to have seen you, because I like you for who you are, not what you are."

Daryl's hands had by now found their way out of his pockets. One tucked underneath his armpit and the other being anxiohsly chewed on, the skin angry and red.

You abandoned your baking, trusting Carol to pick up, and took two steps towards him. Your hands found his, tugging them down to hold them in yours. "Daryl.."

You watched a million thought cross Daryl's eyes, his hands trembled in yours as he looked anywhere but at you.

With your hands intertwined you could feel the anxiety seep into you. The words you had ready all jumbled up and were unreachable in your head. The only difference was, you did find words when you looked Daryl in the eyes and he looked right back. The trembling of Daryl's hands in yours turned into full body jitters, lifting you on your tiptoes to press the quickest peck to his lips, quietly mumbling an 'I love you' against his chest.

For a moment the kitchen was quiet. No mure humming of the oven or rummaging on the counters. Carol had soundlessly slipped away too.

After a while of not getting a single response, Daryl's hands slipped from yours and for a second your heart broke. You were ready to step back and head out, ready to disappear when his hands settled on your lower back, fingers brushing over the fabric of your shirt ever so lightly. He was testing the waters and you let him. Daryl needed time to let everything sink in and give it a place.

Your hands hung limp at your side, unsure what to do with them but tensed as Daryl nuzzled against your hair, softly pressing and nudging you to look at him.

With you facing him again he lowered his head and press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

Your arms snaked around him, pressing further into him. "I love you, Daryl."

After the kiss Daryl kept nuzzling your cheek, a soft humm rumbling deep down in his chest.

He may have not said it back, but it was clear in his actions he felt the same way for you.

A/N: This request was fun! I'm sorry it took so long, I really hope it's what you wanted ♡♡

[deansapplepie]

MarchWeres Day 8

Prompt: Loyal

Pairing: Werewolf! Daryl Dixon x Reader (actually his name isn’t mentioned, so you can read with your favorite character)

Word Count: 403

Warnings: torture, male violence against female, violence, hostage-taking. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

You had already lost the track of time, how long have you been locked in thag dark room? You didn’t know, it felt like na eternity specially when you were being tortured… the time ran so slow…

They knew about him. They wanted him, and they knew you were the way to get him… or at least they thought it. It had been already three days and you didn’t open your mouth yet.

The door grated and a strong light hit your face, blinding you. 2 men entered the room and turned on the lights. “Is today the day you’re going to tell us what we need, sweetie?” The one that seemed to be the boss said.

“I already told you, you better kill me.” You smiled, what contrasted a lot with how you looked at the moment, dry blood all over you, bruises and cuts on your face.

“You better tell where that monster is, or we’re going to continue torturing you.” The disgusting man said. “I’m not one to beat women, you know? But Bob here is. And you know he can have a good time with you.”

“So let Bob show me what he can do. I don’t care, I’m not saying anyth…” Before you could finish you felt a sharp pain in your leg, son of a bitch Bob had stabbed you.

You screamed, but no word left you.

“Where’s it, sweetheart?” Bob asked you while he separated his tools in the order he would use on you today. You were already well acquainted with them.

“On your ass.” You answered receiving a strong punch on your face. You felt blood in your mouth.

“Not much of a talker now, ain’t you?” He curved himself, his face in the same height as yours and a gross smile on his face. “You don’t need to be so loyal, the monster isn’t…”

He was cut off by your bloody spit on his face.

“You bitch!”

He raised his pulse one more time to hit you, but before he could do it, screams were heard coming from the corridors, shots and furniture being thrown. The man stopped. You heard a loud growl and you knew it… he came to rescue you.

“Starting to regret your actions already?” You asked a smirk on your face and a scared look on their faces.

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"Oh for the love of christ stop pacing and go already." Sherry's voice sounded from the kitchen where she watcher her lover pace around the room. He was fighting himself again. "Ya know I can't leave ya alone 'ere with the kids."

He was struggling. It wad clear in his eyes how loud his head was screaming arguments back and forth between going out to help his partner move communities to come.join his fsmily permanently, and staying home and keeping his partner and pups safe with that herd so closeby.

She gave him a pout, then a smile. "Obviously I'll manage on my own for a week, now please go get that truck before someone else takes it on a run."

With those words he suddenly prayed it was gone already. "Ya know I hate drivin' tha thing.." His pacing got worse and chewed the skin off his fingers at a rapid pace.

"Daryl Dixon." She stepped up to him and suddenly he stopped pacing. "You're gonna find that truck, drive to the Kingdom and go help our partner move her stuff to here." Her voice softened then. "I promise we'll be fine. I'd come with but I don't want the pup traveling to other communities just yet."

In the end he agreed. Sherry managed to convince him Tabby needed him more right now. The truck sat waiting for him with a full tank of gas, ready to pick up the soon to be Alexandrian resident.

Honestly?

He couldn't wait to see her again, and have them both at his side from now on.

💚🩵💚🩵

And now I sob. Thank you!!! My brain is so exhausted. I couldn’t even make sense when trying chapter 30. I moved three events around before I realized that I shouldn’t be writing anything right now.

So you wrote something for me!!

Thank you. I loves you!! 🩵

And our little throuple!! 🖤💚🩵🐺🐺🐺

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Old Haunts [Daryl Dixon x FEM!Reader]

Daryl Dixon X FEM!Reader

Implied Werewolf Daryl AU, young adult

Word: 4,378

Summary: After getting injured on the river, he gets haunted by old memories from his past.

A/N: Thank you @dreamingdixon for beta reading and the one to blame for why this became so long. (Check her out, she has amazing fics)

At the age of seventeen, a young pianist hung out with the lone wolf in the trailer park.

As the older teenagers stared at the sky above, where the stars shine down upon them, he was resting between your legs with his head on your lap. You ran your fingers through his short blond hair and gently scratched his scalp, humming softly to the tune to the song that you would be playing later on in her recital.

“You know, our souls will always be connected under the same moonlight.” You spoke, breaking the peaceful silence from staring up at the sky glancing down at the boy on your lap.

Gazing down at his icy-blue eyes, a portal where his true emotions were hidden underneath that hard shell of his. The quiet male wasn’t exactly looking at the stars, but was admiring how your eyes lit up talking about the future.

“Such a sap.” His words alone caused a bright smile to spread out across your lips. A small smile spread through his lips, seeing your smile, causing him to copy you. He caused that and felt the warmth that went all through his body, it wasn’t an unwelcome feeling but a comfortable one.

When he feels your arms around his stomach as he speeds on his brother’s motorcycle who left it behind for him to use while he was in the military. You tell him to go faster as you enjoy the wind hitting your face. Your laughter reaches to his ears as you both ride on the journey back home.

Jumping off, you move to stand in front of him while he remains seated on the bulky machine.

“Are you sure? You wanna go back home this late. You can always stay like old times.”

“M fine.”

You moved closer to him, as he sensed when you were gonna hug him like usual like every night he takes you back home, however, he immediately was taken aback when he felt your soft lips against his cheek, his heart beating rapidly as if it was gonna burst out of his chest. He must have looked like a deer in the highlights, completely off guard, causing you to let out a soft chuckle.

Daryl usually could tell when you were gonna give him physical affection such as hugs, but a kiss on his cheek was new, not something you usually do to him, nonetheless, his entire body felt like it was on fire. He rubs his palms on his pants trying to calm his heart.

“Goodnight, Daryl. See you on Monday.” You spoke with a shy smile, your finger fidgeting at the bottom of your shirt before running up to the stairs of your house.

He admires the way you look in the moonlight, somehow even more beautiful than usual when you look back towards him, casually waving before stepping through the door.

The memory was as clear as the moonlight, as he looked back, reminiscing. He was too hopeful, too ambitious to have all the time in the world with you, and he never knew what to do with himself when that time was cut short so suddenly.

When he thought he thought he had all the time in the world to man up to his feelings for the girl in front of him, to only have his time with you, abruptly cut short.

When Monday arrives, he wakes with a bad feeling in his gut - as if something awful was gonna happen. It started to make him worry even more when he arrived in front of your home to see the newspaper hadn't even been picked up from the ground, considering your father read the newspaper religiously and often took it to work with him. It was unusual and strange seeing the mailbox hasn’t been cleared out seeing the old mail that was delivered over the weekend.

A clear sign that no one has come by. Perhaps you are coming late, hopefully. It didn’t calm his nerves at all, instead made them worse.

When he arrived at school, people were whispering to each other and trying to be subtle - but nevertheless pointing at him as if he couldn’t see them. He was used to it, but couldn’t help noticing everyone was doing it. It was as if everyone knew something that he didn’t.

It was when he had found out the worst possible way to every one's behavior including the teachers, by being pulled out of school to be taken for integration as a murder suspect. All because of his family reputation, a Dixon being nothing but violent and just trouble. Of course, the police directed their attention to them, most importantly the youngest Dixon who had a close relationship with the victim. Everyone assumed he did it without any evidence.

What happened to innocent until proven guilty.

It was the worst time of his life, and he could be tried as an adult due to literally turning 18 that day.

At the very least, your parents never suspected him to be involved with the murder due to being miles away from the crime scene. They were the ones to get the police off his back trying to pin it on him to make their job easier to close the case. They know he would rather die than let anything bad happen to you from incidents that have happened over the years over the course of your guy's friendship. More often than not, Daryl placed himself in danger while protecting you, such as your honor, or just straight up stepping in when you are clearly uncomfortable.

They knew Daryl from the young age of nine - he was a strong silent type with a temper but was quite protective over you, and you’d swarmed your way past his hard solid barrier.

Don’t let that redneck be near your kid. Everyone assumes the youngest was just like the rest of the family and doesn’t even let the boy have a chance to prove himself. Daryl is different compared to his family and tries not to get into trouble unless he gets pushed to do something about it.

Your family gave him a chance to prove himself which he had over and over again. As years passed by, he became more of a family member than an acquaintance to you. He was often invited to amusement parks, beaches, and things he would have never experienced due to the background he came from.

The worst part of all is your case being left unsolved, becoming cold over the years, letting your killer run free, and getting away with it.

He tried not to think about you that haunted him most of his life after receiving the news. The person who accepted who he was and what he became by accident. The person who stayed up at night with him to read numerous supernatural books from the public library of their school and the community was trying to figure it out. The person who helped him to learn how to control it, because he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you, but only you. He couldn’t care less about others. You were the primary reason why he wanted to control the beast that yearned to be let loose under the full moon.

He completely blames himself - this was so avoidable. All he had to do was say yes to your invitation but he didn’t, he should have been there as your friend, a bodyguard. You invited him to be your plus-one, but you didn’t want to pester him and make him feel obligated to attend your recital, you simply wanted to let him know the option was there even if you really wanted him to come. He didn’t want to go where all the preppy, annoying people would gather - he’s always going to feel lower class in comparison.

The few things he had of you are old photographs throughout your friendship with him. Photo booth strips mostly from the carnivals that came to town once a year or amusement park, he would reluctantly be dragged against his will but did have fun. Some polaroids that were taken by your camera such as him flicking off the camera while you were still smiling. More often than not, his stoic face wasn’t in the photograph. It captures his relaxed face, sometimes a small smile or completely off guard like deer in headlights when he didn’t see the camera with the flash going on.

Photographs capture milestones to favorite moments that he held close. Especially the one, despite telling you to rip it up, he couldn’t admit it. It was a nice photo strip that captured the two of you being childish. You had licked his cheek because he simply refused to do anything about his bitch face - it caught him with his eyes widened in pure surprise. The photo captures it as the following photo below was him squeezing your cheek and holding you hostage as he licked your cheek as payback for the stunt you pulled. The last captures the two of you laughing at how childish you’d acted. It was nice.

The most important from all of his possessions must be the vest that you reconstructed from scratch and had used one of Merle’s hand-me-down leather vests as a base. You had the help of your grandmother who also took a liking to him and often brought him clothes and cooked dinner to be taken to him - the elderly woman loved him to bits and pieces. You stitched on two angel wings on the back.

This vest project took you a long time to do, yet it was completed on time and ready to be gifted to him on his 18th birthday in a cute gift bag with a note inside. It was tragically not delivered by you - instead, it was a grandmother who was heartbroken over your death but wanted him to have the present you worked so hard for him. Days after your death.

He could remember exactly what he was doing that day when he opened the gift on that open field where the two of you would stargaze - or where you would stargaze, and he would smoke, eyes on you as you watched the stars. He cried and screamed his soul out into the empty field, clutching the vest in his hands. He attacked the nearest tree until his knuckles were bloodied and sore, then he sat there on the ground in defeat, refusing to let himself heal - instead, letting himself feel the pain throbbing in his knuckles, watching the crimson liquid pool against broken skin.

He deserved it. He couldn't help you.

The heartache was too much for him to handle, especially all alone. The loss of losing what felt like his other half who had been constantly there as his pillar was gone - just like that. The person who could calm him a lot faster than anyone else. Whenever he needed support, you would be there at the drop of a hat, you just knew.

He could no longer see you play that fancy piano in your home, where your parents welcomed him despite his family reputation. He would no longer feel your warm soft hands on top of his harsh skin teaching him how to play the instrument. He no longer sees you missing your target with his crossbow when he would try to teach you to aim.

He often wished he could go back in time, he should have gone with you at that stupid recital. He would have taken your spot in a heartbeat - he was worthless, no one would hardly miss him. You had a whole future in front of you, only for it to get snatched away from you.

You were his sunshine, as he was your moonlight.

After your passing, he struggled to keep his emotions in his check and not wolf out. He lashed out at your poor grandma who was checking up on him, but she didn’t even flinch at the sight of his icy blue eyes transforming into molten gold - she already knew what he was. She’d always known but trusted Daryl around you regardless. She still treated him like a son despite the fact. He broke down in the elder arms that day, he didn’t have to carry his dark secret all alone with no one to turn to anymore.

He simply didn’t have anyone that he trusted in his life to share this horrendous secret of his without trying to kill him. He could be confined to the old lady that everyone thought had lost her mind because she told stories of monsters in the dark. It kinda makes sense if he thought back to when he was just a child hearing her rambling old stories, they seem to be more personal experiences with the supernatural than fairy tales. Of course, no one would believe it unless they are experiencing it themselves.

There was a night when Merle found out his horrendous secret by pure accident by provoking him non-stop and his patience was running thin. He was grieving like a normal person mopping in his room when Merle abruptly gets into his room and took an old small metal container from beneath his bed causing Daryl to jump out of bed to be taken completely off guard and immediately chase after him.

Merle knew he was staring at those pictures every night ever since he had come back from the Military to visit his brother. His brother didn't want to do anything, just wanted to stay in his room and stay in bed. The small container was next to him when he was sleeping.

Merle stood in front of the stove where the flames were showing brightly threatening to burn his memories in the form of photographs within the container. Perhaps it will help you move on.

In a split second, Daryl attacks his older brother by pushing him away from the stove with brutal force - as the small container slams to the ground, slipping out all the photographs onto the dirty floor of the trailer. Daryl stood above him with a deathly glare, not with his normal eyes but the golden yellow eyes staring into Merle’s soul as an animalistic growl escapes from his throat as a threat unconsciously.

When Daryl realized what he had done, he immediately stood back away from his brother, giving him space and looking down at the floor. He expected his brother to run away from seeing the true self-the monster he had become, especially seeing his eyes change and staring him down with his heavy breathing like a wild animal as if one wrong move. He would have bounced on Merle without any mercy, ripping him into shreds out of anger.

Daryl quietly picked up the little trinkets that you had to give him over the years along with the photographs back into a container. He was taken aback seeing Merle was where he had attacked him on the ground staying quiet just seeming to be taking in what had happened. He didn’t run out to the hills.

He was about to go back into his room with his head down, clutching the metal case with a deathly grip but not strong enough to destroy it. Merle spoke the only words he said that night. You loved her, didn’t you, little brother?. Daryl just spares him a glance before returning back to his room. The silence was enough to answer his question, he loved her more than anything else.

For the first time and last time, Merle actually let Daryl grieve without degrading comments because now he knew how much that girl meant to him.

So why are you there, decades later?

Was he hallucinating?

You are supposed to be dead, but you look exactly how he imagined you would look if your life wasn’t taken away so early as a grown woman.

You pulled the bolt off his side and felt the warmth against his cheek. It felt too real. You were mouthing something to him, but he kept losing his consciousness.

Why aren’t you six feet under?

Why are you there, hovering over him? He could feel your warm palm cupping his cold, dirty cheek as he stared at your worried expression. Finally, he was able to hear your voice, something he’d missed for so many years, it felt like music to his ears.

“You aren’t dying on my watch. Let yourself heal internally at least, please.” You whispered, placing his forehead against yours as he lost consciousness completely. “If you don't do it for yourself, do it for me. Please, Daryl.”

When he woke up again, you were nowhere in sight. Two walkers were chewing on his shoes.

He must be hallucinating.

He must be losing his goddamn mind.

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Daryl had dragged himself back to camp after finding Sophia’s doll at the river. He did feel lighter as if someone was helping him to walk. The hair at the nape of his neck was standing straight as goosebumps raised from his skin all over his body causing him to be on edge. His instincts were screaming at him if they were trying to give a warning of danger - stay alert but he didn’t see anything other than his body reacting on edge - yet there was a faint lingering in the air that he hadn't smelled so long ago.

After being shot by Andrea, he heard from the others that Andrea fell off of Dale’s trailer with a bloody scream after finding out it was a human being she shot, not a walker. Perhaps in the panic, she wasn’t watching where she was looking, but Andrea was kinda spooked about it.

When he was brought to this guest room where he was resting, his eye caught sight of a photo frame that contained a photograph of you when you were fourteen, bottle-feeding a calf with the biggest grin on your face. He had taken it from the nightstand to look at it closer after everyone else had left, and he wasn’t mistaken. It was truly you.

The realization is now hitting him.

Why was the surname familiar, was it because it was your last name?

Maggie, the oldest Greene of the family comes in with a tray of food and beverage knocking on the door, barely having time to cover himself with the blanket not wanting anyone else to see the scars on his back. When she reached the side of the bed, she noticed Daryl holding the photo frame of her older cousin.

“Did you know her?” Maggie asked, to only get silence in return. Daryl puts the photo frame back on the nightstand. Maggie already knows he doesn’t talk much from what she heard from Glenn - he’s a man of few words.

Realization hits her when she takes a moment to really look at him, especially the shade of piercing blue eyes and the mole above his lip. She places the tray on the nightstand before speaking.

“You did know her. You were her moon.” Maggie says in a sorrowful tone catching him completely off guard. She was correct to assume seeing the way he reacts to her words - this was the boy that her older cousin spoke fondly of with the biggest grin when she was younger. When she was younger, she always wanted to know who was the mysterious boy who had earned your affection and admiration.

Maggie starts to explain how she knows, “She was my cousin, (Nickname). She often spoke fondly about you, often would sneak out to look at the moon at night when she was staying over during the summer. She always said the moon always reminded her of you.”

Before adding, “The main reason why Daddy was mostly mad, not the fact that you took one of our horses without our permission, but took the one that used to belong to (Nickname).”

That kinda explains the undertone of Hershel's anger, it was your horse when you were alive. He clearly remembers how excited you would talk about the horse, Nally because you wouldn’t ever shut up about it. There were times, you would often invite him to come, so he could meet the horse but he always declined to go visit your extended family members, he was more comfortable with your parents and your grandmother because he has known them for years.

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Same as the day before, he spent the morning resting on his right-hand side reliving memories of his first love. He never fell in love again, he could never have fallen for anyone as hard as he had for you, he never managed to move on from you - he just couldn’t.

When there was a knock on the door, he quickly wiped the evidence from his face before the door opened. The way Maggie had spoken about you made his chest ache, especially when she told you about how you’d refer to him as your moon, after seeing you in the woods after injuring himself. It opened up old wounds in his heart hearing someone speak about you out loud, it triggered all the old memories he thought he’d suppressed to the back of his mind - bringing them flooding back to the surface.

The missing child - Sophia - appears before him, leaving him completely speechless and in disbelief. “Losing my shit” he scoffs to himself.

First, he hallucinated you, now the missing girl he was looking for.

He is going fucking crazy. He must be.

The young girl was in a completely healthy state despite being lost in the deep of the woods for days. Sophia was carrying a plate of food and a glass of water followed by Carol a few seconds later.

“Thank you for looking for me.” The timid girl voices her thanks to the older man after being instructed by her mother.

Daryl was in disbelief but was content knowing that Sophia found her way to their camp.

“She came back with that horse that threw you off. She was riding it like she had experience leading a horse.” Carol tells him with a small smile and petting Sophia's hair.

However, the young child winces. “Mom, It wasn’t me who was leading the horse. It was the forest fairy. She was riding it with me.”

Carol sighs. “You were by yourself, Sophia. No woman was riding the horse with you.”

“But the fairy knows Daryl. He was the reason why the fairy could take me back to you, Mom.”

Daryl wanted to laugh at the foolish fairytale but didn’t want to hurt the child's feelings who was so stubborn about this so-called fairy until Sophia took the photo frame from the nightstand that he was staring at the night before and pointed to the girl in the picture.

“She told me stories where the two of you used to hang out under the stars every day. But she was sad when she found you hurt and helped her back here. She brought me back, after knowing how to get here. She just ran back to the forest. No one saw her with me on the horse.” Sophia puts it back down when she sees the look of hauntedness on his face.

For a man who barely showed any emotion, he was overwhelmed with the information.

Sophia was being dragged out by her mother before she left. “She was there waiting for you in the woods after the incident. She protected you from bad people. You may have not seen her but she was there.”

“Enough, Sophia! Sorry, Daryl.” Carol was scolding Sophia when they both left through the door.

Daryl was conflicted but now it was making sense. There were moments when he could feel her there and just thought he was hallucinating when It felt like you were standing right beside him. But maybe he wasn’t, the information from the little girl left his head spinning in a way he wasn’t familiar with.

There was an important event from what Sophia was saying. He could never make sense of it until now - but when his father was chasing him through the woods after picking him off from the police station for being interrogated. His father hated police attention on them, he had full intentions of beating his ass black and blue.

The forest trees were smacking his father to the ground with full force as someone was holding the branch back before letting it go. His father was getting smacked by the same stick that he used to use on him cutting into his skin. His father was being covered with copies of his scars that were inflicted over the years took a picture of all his scars- then inflicted them on his abuser. Daryl was too busy running away, but apparently, something dragged him out of the woods which spooked the living shit out of his father. That’s what Merle said when his father was rambling while drunk.

But if he thought back on all the times he ran into the woods to run from someone, they get hella spooked from the woods that they wouldn’t even take a step into the woods ever since. All of them had the same conclusion. The forest was protecting him while attacking anything that was considered to be a threat to him.

Were you there when he was grieving on the same spot where two of you often met up under the branches of a tree that had the two of your names carved into it - you way of claiming a spot of the earth just for both of you.

Were you the reason why he felt lighter dragging his ass to the farm after getting injured?

Were you helping him not to put weight on his injured side, preventing further damage?

Whenever he was there it was as if there was a blanket of comfort, the same kind of feeling of you hugging him whenever he seems to need a hug, wrapping around his whole being. He always felt someone was staring at him but there was no one in sight.

Perhaps it was you, this entire time.

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