#uncle daryl dixon

[yellowmellofellow]

The walking dead 10x15

Why did Daryl’s speech to Judith at the end of this episode make me sob😭 “Nothing can take the place of someone you love being gone. But that doesn’t mean that everything that follows is gonna break your heart” bawling rn

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

When Daryl entered the apartment, the day's catch slung over his shoulder, he was greeted with the sound of happy childhood play. It was only another second before you rounded the corner chasing after Judith and RJ with your arms out and some kind of strange papery thing perched on the top of your head.

"We must—Oh!" you froze when you saw him standing there on the mat and his eyebrows lifted. "Hi," you said, giving him a bright smile, the apples of your cheeks warming. "Didn't know you were back," you said, laughing a bit nervously.

"Just got in," he said, smiling at you the tiniest bit as he toed off his boots. "Everythin' okay?" he drawled.

"Oh, yeah! We had—Jude, slow down!—we had a blast," you laughed again.

"Thanks for watchin' 'em." His eyes wandered up to the papery thing on your head. "Ya look ridiculous in that thing," he said, but he was still smiling and his blue eyes seemed extra bright. "What is it, a party hat?" he chuckled. RJ and Judith skidded into the room again.

"Uncle Daryl!" He ruffled their hair and gave both of them big bear hugs. RJ reached out to touch the soft fur of the rabbits on his game stringer.

"A party hat?!" you repeated. "It's my helmet! Jude made it for me!"

She beamed.

"Helmet? What are ya, football player?" he asked.

"Football—? No! Obviously, I'm a knight, Daryl," you said. "It's my armor helmet!"

He chuckled again. "Righ'. Sorry. Of course yer a knight," he said fondly. You felt a wash of heat in your face and chest as his eyes met yours again, soft and smiling. "Yer stayin' for dinner then?" he asked, slinging his pack down beside the front door.

"Well, I don't know. I'll have to ask the prince and princess," you said, bowing to Jude and RJ who both broke into giggles again.

Jude came and grabbed your hand, tugging on it. "Please, please, pleeeease stay for dinner!"

"Your wish is my command!" you said dramatically. RJ and Jude cheered and raced into the living room again.

Daryl was shaking his head, a boyish smile on his face. "Ya know if ya keep this up, they ain't ever gonna let ya leave."

You sighed, finally pulling the paper hat from your head. Your eye contact with Daryl was magnetic. You shrugged. "That wouldn't be the worst thing..."

He shook his head, chewing on his bottom lip a moment. "Nah. Wouldn't be at all."

Prompt: "You look ridiculous in that thing."

[winitry]

it seemed a lot of people liked the brother-in-law merle headcanons and a couple of people like the idea of uncle merle, so... let's talk about how you and daryl make merle an uncle :)

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• you get pregnant not long after the group settles in alexandria

• merle keeps his distance from you while you're pregnant

• your hormones are all over the place, you go from laughing to crying at the drop of a dime, and any time he opens his mouth around you, he's always saying the wrong thing

• daryl has to play mediator so that you don't kill him, even though sometimes daryl considers doing it himself

• like when merle mentioned how big you were getting during your second trimester... *sigh*

• you cried

• daryl snapped

• it was... not a good day

• so he stays away for the most part, asking daryl when he wants to know how you're doing. he occasionally brings you some snacks that he must have stolen from the pantry, but you're always too hungry to care about how he got them

• first time merle actually calls you his sister out loud is after you've given birth and he holds his niece for the first time

• "atta girl, baby sister. you did real good."

• he is BEAMIIIINNGGG

• his eyes are just a little wet because the air is dry, that's all...

• he had wanted a nephew so bad, but the second he sees her, his heart grows three times it's size

• he was convinced that dixons could only make boys, but here he is holding a little dixon girl, daryl's babygirl, and she's the most precious thing he's ever seen

• constant jokes about needing a paternity test

• "i'm just saying, that nose is lookin' more like mine than yours, maybe your girl slipped into the wrong bed one night-" "shut the hell up, merle"

• merle always gives you a little wink to show he's just being an ass and not actually accusing you of such a thing

• which daryl knows. it doesn't annoy him any less, though

• never allowed to babysit EVERRRR. if your daughter isn't with aunt carol or aunt maggie, then she's at the grimes house. merle always has choice words about it

• okay, well... he babysits a couple times. and your daughter was returned back each time covered in dirt. one time merle carries her up to the door with wet pant legs pulled up to her knees and bits of leaves still strewn in her hair

• "oh... you had a fun time with uncle merle, huh?" "damn right she did, mamas. taught 'er how to catch frogs. babydoll, tell yer mama what a frog says!" "bib-bit!" "she's learnin'."

• saying the name merle is too complicated for your daughter's limited articulation, so she just calls him 'unca' while she's learning to talk.

• when your daughter DOES start to articulate...

• "son of a bitch!" "bitch!" "ha! that was good! wait- nah, nah, don't say that- aw, shit..." "shit!" "no!"

• he refuses to own up to it

• "merle! why's my daughter cursin' like a fuckin' sailor?" "well, darleena, sounds to me like she's gettin' it from you!"

• he's the favorite uncle (after aaron - your daughter adores aaron)

• rick's lowkey offended by it and tries to subtly bribe your daughter into saying she likes him more

• "uncle dick!"

• ...

• "... are you kiddin' me?" "don't know where she learned that from. must be a good judge'a character."

little bonus that doesn't have to do with uncle merle: it's really up to you, but i like to think that you and daryl would have agreed to name your daughter beth 🥺 you would have suggested the name, knowing that part of daryl never really healed after her death, and he would freeze. forgets how to breathe for a second as the memories wash over him. and then he would blink really fast as he feels his eyes start to water and he'd give you that soft little nod he does when he's trying not to cry. PLEASE- 😭

[darylssunshine]

daryl being the best uncle <3

[tardisdeancas]

headcanon that Judith pretends not to know how to braid her hair just so that she can ask Daryl to do it for her and spend time with her

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

My heart can’t take it. 😭

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Ok do the thousands of Bethyl shippers realize it means they're headcanoning Daryl as a pedophile or

[axelwolf8109]

Daryl is totally the uncle to amass an army of children. Yes he takes care of them and teaches them useful stuff but also teaches them curse words and gets in trouble with the parents 😂

[hopeworth]

season 11 was peak single dad daryl

[ophelia-jones]

[ch1l1cheesefr1es]

Broken bonds: 1930s crime

After the fall: shane and his kid he adopted

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Uncle Daryl 💙

don’t worry, lil dude. you’re home, see?

the walking dead; 11.10 → new haunts

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

reader pronouns: she/her

"Did ya have a good time with Y/N today?" Daryl asked Judith, absently patting Dog and getting ready to start back toward his apartment.

"Mmmm," she hummed thoughtfully, "yes!" she said, smiling up at him.

Daryl's blue eyes narrowed as he looked down at her. "What's that smile for?" he asked.

Judith only giggled and kept smiling, reaching to pet Dog's ear.

"Nothing!" she said.

Daryl felt a peculiar fluttering sensation in his chest. He watched her closely. "How come yer 'nothin' sounds like 'somethin'?" he asked her, starting forward again.

Judith pursed her lips and Daryl got the feeling she was thinking hard.

"Judith..." he prodded her again, his voice a low growl. "What'd ya get up to today, hmm?"

She turned and smiled widely at him again. "Nothing!"

Daryl sighed and adjusted the strap of his pack on his shoulder.

"We just—we talked a lot," Judith said, kicking at a pebble on the sidewalk and sending it skittering ahead. Dog chased it and gave it an investigative sniff.

Daryl chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah? Girl talk?" he asked, smiling down at her now.

Judith grinned up at him. "Yes!" There was a beat before she spoke again. "We talked about you, Uncle Daryl!"

Daryl frowned. "What d'ya mean ya talked 'bout me? What 'bout me?" he asked, perplexed, his heart beating faster than necessary.

"I told her that you have a crush on her!" Judith said, still smiling up at him.

Daryl felt his face flush with heat. "Ya what? Judith—"

Judith shrugged, her smile faltering just a little at the look on Daryl's face. "Well, you do!"

"Christ—" Daryl squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed a hand over his face. "Judith, why'd ya—?!" He let out an exasperated sigh.

"Because you do! Don't you?" She looked up at him with those big, innocent brown eyes.

Daryl could only sigh again and stare down at the little girl. "You're lucky yer cute."

Prompt: "You're lucky you're cute."

[winitry]

I need uncle Merle dealing with a roady teen daughter Dixon 🙏🧍🏾

i was pretty sure anon was asking for a rowdy teen dixon so this is you... kinda being a little shit 🫵🏻🤨

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uncle!merle and teen!reader

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• merle honestly thinks you're hilarious

• man, he could listen to you all day

• he loves that you're not afraid to be yourself even when some of the more tame personalities around you like to give you the side-eye

• you seemed to take after the loud and mischievous parts of your uncle merle, and all of the hotheadedness that daryl used to have

• you know how whenever a fight breaks out, daryl's just like "fuck it we ball"? yeah you take after your dad in that aspect

• when you get into fights, your uncle merle backs you up literally every time, even if you started it

• when you're the one that started it, daryl's trying to reprimand you and merle's just like "that little shit's been askin' for it anyways"

• god it pisses daryl off. he's trying to teach you to be more considerate with your actions so you don't end up in some of the situations he's gotten himself into, and here merle is just acting like you were justified when he doesn't even know the story

• HOWEVER, everything has a limit and when you really start to act reckless or lash out and disrespect daryl, he takes it seriously

• especially if you're disrespecting daryl

• you two would actually get into an argument about it. you don't see what the big deal is, and uncle merle is NOT having it

• you honestly weren't prepared for the way he laid into you

• "you think this is damn funny? you ever seen them scars on your daddy's back? our daddy would have put us six feet in the ground for the shit yer pullin'. he didn't make us dinner, he didn't give us a hug when we were sad, he sure as hell didn't try'n talk to us when we were actin' out. you know what he did? he beat our asses til' we cried and bled. a belt, a switch - shit, he would'a used a whip if he had one. you got a good daddy, girl. he loves the shit outta you. he ain't never raised a hand to you. hell, he ain't hardly even raised his voice at'cha. you better be real grateful for what'chu got and stop actin' like you ain't got no sense. you ain't that damn stupid. now you take your ass in there, give yer daddy a kiss and tell 'im yer sorry 'fore i lose my damn patience."

• talk about being humbled...

• he's definitely not as patient as daryl tries to be with you when your behavior goes too far; he's straight to the point and tells you when you need to cut shit out

• outside of putting yourself in danger or disrespecting your dad though, he really just lets you be yourself. he admires the way you resemble different parts of your family's personalities even if others don't seem them as very admirable. he knows he isn't one to talk about minding manners or playing nice with others and he doesn't care to as long as you're safe and remember to show respect to the people that are looking out for you

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"My everything." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

(Not my gif!)

A sleepless night after your and Daryl's baby was born.

A/N: Just a cheesy imagine hehe sometimes I like to imagine a soft dad!Daryl. I wrote this imagine for my Tom Holland page, so if you ever find it, you know why. Sorry if you see any grammatical errors. Hope you like it! Thank u.

Marley Rose Dixon was one month old now.

She was born in a warm room full of candles, in a blissful and foggy night in which the world of her mother and father was painted with beautiful colors again after walking in a grey world for so long, announcing her arrival with a loud cry that showed her freedom and her desire to live until the doctor (luckily, there was a few in Alexandria) placed her on your chest for the first time.

Marley was named after Daryl's older brother, and you didn't mind because despite everything, you knew how much he loved his brother. At first, the news wasn't easy for either of you two to take in (the option of abortion was considered at length), but the thought of a baby gave you both the hope that something better and more beautiful could come, too. And boy, it did.

Right there, the moment she was born, her blue eyes — identical to her father's — sparkled with the glow of two small diamonds, treasures hidden behind her long lashes from the first time she opened her eyes and gazed, serenely, at her parents, and the new world around her, a better world you two were trying to build for her.

But from that moment on, she cried, cried and cried from time to time.

At 2:54 am, Alexandria is submerged in a cozy dream far from the fear and death, unlike you, and it seems unreachable for you as you walk through your dark room taking soft steps and soft bounces, holding in your arms a small human being created from a great love and blah, blah, blah, other nonsense things you used to believe before being deprived of such a necessary resource, for your sanity and mental health (you didn't sleep much before her, and Daryl even less, but still). But you chuckle, numb from lack of sleep, tired, but at peace with yourself as her little head lies on your right arm and your left hand gently caresses her back, wrapped comfortably in a white blanket with pictures of little elephants, just like the pillow in the shape of the same animal that Uncle Rick found for her during a run.

You love her, you are crazy about her, even if days became difficult and nights were exhausting, (even with the monumental help Carol and the rest of the family gave you), but all the reward is in being able to hold her in your arms, warm and safe. Daryl calls her his angel, his princess, and at the time, it is an appropriate nickname for someone who cries to make her demands heard.

You chuckle, again.

"Is she tellin’ ya a good joke?" Daryl walks into the room, holding a bottle of warm milk in his hand.

You and Carol taught him how to do it, and now, he is an expert. His brown hair is tousled, but it usually is so no one could tell the difference, eyes tired from lack of sleep, shirtless and in gray loose sweatpants he refused to wear at first.

“15 minutes to make the milk? I was starting to get worried actually." You raise an eyebrow, speaking softly. "Why did you take so long? The milk is in the kitchen, not in another country."

"Sorry, sweetheart." Daryl apologizes as he hands you the bottle, sitting on the edge of the bed to watch his daughter stop crying the moment she feels the bottle against her pretty pink lips. "I closed ma eyes and jus' fell asleep for a minute."

You frown, continuing to stroke Marley's back.

"In a chair? On the counter?"

At the sound of your voice, Daryl's head falls until he almost hits his chest with his own chin, waking up from his light sleep before looking back at you. It's still funny to you how easy it was for him to go without sleep all those years, but after a month with Marley, Daryl considered killing walkers an easier task.

"What? No. Standin’. Didn't know that was even possible."

You shake your head gently, looking away to your baby who is enjoying a meal at 3 in the morning, resting peacefully, just like a princess, in your arms with eyes closed, body relaxed, arms outstretched to pretend to hold the bottle in your hand.

“Even dad can get a nap; you sleep whenever you feel like it… so, where is mom's nap? I mean, I've slept an hour every night since you were born, the room is a mess like us, and my breasts hurt too much."

Daryl chuckles.

"Can't help ya with that, peach. In fact, I think that's exactly what got us into this mess."

"What?"

"Yer boobs." Daryl babbles, smiling wearily, eyes closed as he falls against the edge of the bed, only to stop holding his own weight when he can no longer bear it. “Yer incredible, amazing boobs. They’re amazing and I love ‘em so much, but they were the temptation that brought us… this beautiful gift."

You shrug your shoulders, agreeing with him.

"They are amazing, and she is beautiful when she doesn't cry.”

"That's when I love ‘er the most." Daryl answers, and a second later, you both chuckle in unison.

“Although, it was kind of your fault for wanting to do it without a condom, you horny bastard.”

Daryl chuckles, and because he wasn't used to doing that before you, that tiny sound is endearing.

“Ya regret it?”

"Never." You say with confidence, because you know that he did not regret the decision either. But you laugh quietly, after a while. “But… you know what I was thinking?”

“Um?”

“That this would be a good time to save money so she can go to a good college.” You joke. But Daryl wasn't used to making jokes, so with the help of the moonlight coming through the window, fighting the darkness of the room, he raises himself slightly to look you in the eyes, his brow slightly furrowed. “Jesus, I’m just kidding.”

Daryl chuckles, falling on the bed again, one arm over his eyes.

“Ya think is a good idea if we teach her how to kill walkers when she gets older? Marley could be the new lil’ ass kicker.”

You smile to yourself, because for some reason, your daughter's name on his lips is like sweet honey. And, although you wanted to protect her from that world, the rules had changed, and in order to survive, she was going to have to learn to take care of herself too. Fortunately, it is still too early to think about that.

So, asleep again, you leave Marley in her crib near the bed before returning to it, laying down next to Daryl as he rolls over onto his left side, taking advantage of the time that you still have until the baby wakes up again, just to repeat the cycle you have been living in since Marley was born.

But life still feels good despite the fatigue and the occasional physical pain, because she was everything you never imagined you could have, not in that world, and she, more beautiful than you had ever dreamed of during the wait.

"Thanks, peach." Daryl whispers, so close to you that you can feel his nose against yours, his hand caressing your waist over your shirt, but you're so tired that it takes you a few seconds to gather your strength to respond.

"Why?"

"For our baby, for lovin’ me, for givin’ me a home. Ya two are ma everythin'."

You smiled, sighing.

"You're welcome, love. We are very, very lucky to have you." You say, taking a breath to answer as you look at him: eyes closed, body finally relaxed after having her on his chest most of the day. He is a good dad, the best. "But still, the next turn is yours alone."

Daryl, amused, looks blindly for the warmth of your body to pull you against him, tickling you slightly and that have you both smiling softly despite the absolute exhaustion, a few seconds before you both can fall into a deep sleep, finally.

[writella]

Daryl Dixon Masterlist

Listed are all my stories for Daryl Dixon of The Walking Dead.

Daryl Dixon— archer, leader, brother, uncle, friend— independent, stoic, instinctual, discerning, reserved, intimidating, fiercely loyal, caring.

— “All of us, together… we’ll be their worst damn nightmare.” (8x09)

Stories:

Key— mature - ♡, sweet - ౨ৎ, suggestive - ✿— (all stories have sweetness though :)

Go to Sleep: Daryl and the reader explore a new way of trying to help you get to sleep. ♡

Working It Out: The group has been on the road for months— starving, distraught, and frankly, getting sick and tired of each other. After an argument about how to proceed, Rick decides they should split up to take a break from one another. You and Daryl go off into the woods, but what was supposed to be a silent search for food turns into a loud breaking point. ♡

— + Part Two ➳ It's Always Been Like This ♡

Trinkets; The Gifts of Gold He Gave You: A detailed record of all the special objects Daryl has found for you while hunting, riding, supply gathering, and living in the various places he has in the new world. These objects often lead to sweet moments of kindness, joy, and understanding between the two of you, deepening your connection. Although they are things others might not think much of— they were simply small gestures or trinkets after all— you believed these memories and mementos to be gifts of gold; they would shine in your mind forever onward. ౨ৎ

Before We Leave: Here’s one about you sitting all sweet on Daryl’s lap and giving you all the kisses. (Inspired by this dating headcanon by logansbaby.) ♡

A Different Kind of Ride: Reader wants to try something different with Daryl tonight. ♡

Daryl Dixon Daydreams List via Wonder with Writella

My headcanons or any short form / requested work:

It'll Be Okay: Daryl and the reader comfort and embrace each other after a stressful day. ♡

The Little Things: Daryl's acts of service through giving the reader little treasures. ౨ৎ

Rocking the Boat: A search for guns with a broken canoe that leaves Daryl and the reader soaked, holding onto each other for dear life. ♡

Nicknames: Reader teases Daryl by calling him nicknames. ♡

A Little Help: Some fun with Daryl and Rosita. ♡

Homework Break: Daryl comes home midday and you allow him to distract you from your work with kisses. ✿