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igottacrush · 8 months ago

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Are you fucking serious?

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Brat Tamer!Daryl Dixon x Fem!Brat!Reader

Era: Alexandria

Smut

Warnings: Rough sex, unprotected p in v, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, dom!daryl, brat tamer!daryl, degradation (such as brat, slut, whore etc) , opposites attract, diva!reader, brat!reader, smut, plot, pet names, oral (m&f), face fucking, fingering, choking(by oral) squirting, hair pulling, small masturbation (when i say small it may aswell not be a warning but yk), pink pink PINK 🥰, spanking, a sprinkle of praise, aftercare, Reader has pink painted weapons instead of the other types (weapon paint)

First Person. (I, My, Me, etc.)

Context: Reader is a brat and Daryl fucking hates it, they have known each other since the quarry but Daryl has always seemed to hate her for some reason, so Reader hates him back for it, they have to go on a run together.. who knows what will happen

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I was just applying some lip gloss, pink gloss that i found last run, thought i could treat myself seeing as it was this big mall that had clothes and a makeup store, there was also a torn up victoria secret store butttt i didn’t bother going there due the hawk eye that was on run with me that day. Speaking of which, the hawk eyed archer is walking over, with a frustrated look on his face, thats nothing new when hes forced to talk to me, that hawk eye is also called Daryl, someone I’ve known since the quarry. He has hated me since I met him, I have never really knew why. I put my lipgloss into these creme jean shorts that suited this dirty pink tank top with a pink gun in my holster, then met his walk.

“Why are you over here, What do you want?” then crossed my arms, swung my hips and then looked up at him, one thing that I’ll admit is that he has really nice eyes, they are blue and they are actually nice. “Rick has ordered us ta’ go on a run.” his southern accent dripping in his sentence, hinting at his own frustration at it. “Whys it ALWAYS us?” I rolled my eyes im my own evident anger, then followed him over to his bike, hopping on the back of it and held onto him, Daryl simply just shrugged and we were on our way to wherever the fuck we were going to.

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Finally we pulled up at some random town thats nearby, abandoned, glass was actually shattered all around the town. I got off and looked at the stores that were actually not shattered. “Personally i think we should split up.”, a grunt of annoyance was heard and i immediately turned around “Problem?” he just walked over to me and replied “Are y’ sure tha’ ya’ lil’ doll legs wont get hurt if ye’ go off alone?” and more anger flushed in my face. “What the fuck do you mean, Dixon? Just because i like fashion doesn’t mean that you get to be an asshole about it.” i was beyond pissed off at him, How could he say something so rude. I rolled my eyes at him and he just grunted in response. I just walked off, who was he to say no?

As I checked out a store for clean clothed, i couldn’t believe my eyes. It was gorgeous pink lingerie that had a 2000s satin dressing gown, who was i to say no to that beauty?! I picked it up by the hanger and checked it out, shock filling my expression, smiling at it. It was pretty dirty but nothing a little bit of cleaning wont fix. With this i could look like a goddess.. I folded it into my backpack and continued looking, the clothes here were really dirty, I picked up a few that reminded me of people at home, then went to check over the counter, some makeup that was clearly used, but very barely, I need a few more products and, personally I think the girls at home would thank me for it. I grabbed a few in different shades of everything so people have variety, there was then a hand on my shoulder, i turned around quickly, shit! a walker, I rushed to try get my knife out, i walked backwards then I accidentally made a shelf fall over, woops.., I grabbed my knife quickly then stabbed the walker right in the skull.

I finally finished the little shopping spree, about to open the door until suddenly Daryl came rushing in, i raised an eyebrow at him in confusion, about to speak, a bang was at the door, a walker hand. They were all piling up the front of the door, clearly knowing that we were in there. I turned to look at Daryl in anger. “What the fuck.” i said with aggression and he looked down at me with twice the amount of anger, i was confused on why he was so pissed off at me “What the fuck do y’ mean? Y’ just nearly got yourself killed! Walkers coming left and right from those abandoned stores ALL because you dropped something in here because of how careless you were being.” I opened my mouth wide and looked at the fallen shelf then looked back at him, he was looking at the fallen shelf and just put two and two together. “Im not being careless Daryl. I even got you a new shirt that looks far better than your torn one. It was wobbling before i even came in here, I just took the most decent stuff on it then it fell.” I rolled my eyes at him and crossed my arms, the excuse clearly poor as a glass item was fallen on-top of clothes. “Th’ dead walker says otherwise. What the fuck are y’ doing.” he said with a fed up tone then took the bag, unzipping it, seeing makeup on top of clothes. He picked up a mascara and looked at me in anger. “Fuck’n makeup? What are y’ going to do with this?” his anger becoming more and more evident by the second. “Well.. for starters theres plenty of women at home that would be very grateful without looking like they are actually apart of the dead, and secondly whys it your business?” I said with as equal aggression as him, stepping closer to him.

He went back looking in the bag and i seen the tiniest bit of the lingerie. He raised it up with aggression. “Are y’ fuck’n serious?” he said, evidently furious. I rolled my eyes again until i heard him grunt again before dropping the bag and stepping forward to me. he looked like he was hesitating, i realised how close he genuinely was and rolled my eyes again, blushing only the slightest bit. “If y-” suddenly his lips were on mine, i shut my eyes and blended into the kiss. “If i knew tha’ was what shut y’ up, I woulda done it a long time ago.” he pressed his forehead against mine. “If i knew that stopped you being a dick this whole time i would have done it myself… except you’re still an asshole.” I said with false anger in my voice, he just grunted and slammed his lips back on mine, “Such a fuck’n brat f’me.” my legs nearly fell in front of him as he said that. “Do y’ want this? Hmm?” his finger fell to my clit, i rolled my eyes and quietly let out a gut moan. He stopped directly on it, “Didnt get an answer, cmon, all silent f’me now but you were chewin’ my ear off seconds ago.” he said looking in my eyes with this lust-filled gaze i haven’t seen from him before. “Please.” i looked away from him in embarrassment, hiding how badly i really wanted him, and how i have for a longgg while now. “Please what? Y’ want me to stop? Cant do nothin’ without y’ permission. And look a’ me.” he raised his hand to my chin, making me look in his eyes. this was like a whole new Daryl.. “Fine.. please keep going, Daryl.” I looked down after i had said it, i felt the blush turning more redder as what i said settled in, suddenly i felt movement down below and i sighed with relief. “Finally a good girl mm?” he then took my hand, putting it in front of his bulge. I teasingly squeezed it and he just grunted. “On y’ knees, doll.”

I rolled my eyes then got on my knees, i slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers, it hit me square in the face and he laughed. It was sure fucking big alright. There was a specific vein climbing up to the tip, i just shoved it in my mouth and bobbed my head against it. He groaned, a long, sexy, groan. he grabbed the back of my hair and started thrusting upwards, making me gagg. “What a fuck’n slutty brat, mm? Y’ enjoying this sweetheart? Who knew it was dick y’ needed to shut that pretty lil moutha yours, ah?” he thrusted deeper as he groaned louder, throwing his head back. Absentmindedly i began to unbutton my shorts and put my own hand working on my clit, making a muffled moan escape from my lips. this kept on going for a while, a small “Good girl” escaping Daryls lips as mascara filled tears were rolling down my face. “What a dirty fucking whore..” he groaned out.

“Fuck.. fuck.. fuck..” he grunted, i could tell how close he was, but he just pulled me away from his cock, lifting me up to him and kissed me, picking me up, spinning me round and putting me on the check out counter, he seen that my shorts were undone and groaned in response, finding pink lacy panties.. of course. he pulled them down alongside with my shorts and started licking my pussy, sucking and nibbling on my clit. I hesitantly moved my hands to his hair and pulled on it lightly, making him let out a quiet groan beneath me, he slid a finger inside me making me moan and my grip tighter on his hair, he let out a louder groan. it had to have been even better than music, and i cant even listen to it no more!

He kept flicking his tongue and added another digit, curling his fingers up, “Fuck I- keep going..!” I looked down and he was looking up at me with those lust eyes, thats all i needed and i came all over him. His fingers, his face, it was perfect. he kept going for me to ride out my orgasm, then pulled away, standing up and licking his fingers clean. then, he slowly pushed his cock deep into me, making a loud moan of ecstasy escape my lips. He felt so big inside, even bigger than how he felt in my mouth, tears fell down my face and he notice. “Y’ can take it girl, cmon, i ain’ even fully in yet.” he pushed more forward, his own structure collapsing slightly more and more then kissed me, it was actually pretty passionate. his lips were so… perfect, i could suffocate in them. “Yeah, is it even in yet?” he immediately looked at me, raised his eyebrow then slammed into me, thrusting roughly and spanked my ass, making a loud moan escape my lips, his hand snaking up to pull my hair, reminding me to keep quiet, the grip on my hips had to have been bruising. he was placing kisses and bites all round my tank top, it kept rolling back up so he ripped it off “I liked that shirt!” he grunted in response, “Sounds like y’ prefer ma cock tho, what a slut, even when getting ya’ pussy fucked y’ cant stop fuck’n talkin’, such a whore.” this made me let out a moan, in response he spanked me again.

Then he pulled out to sit me on the counter and spread my legs, putting one up to his shoulder, slamming right back ainto me, just as i was about to let out a high pitch moan, he put his hands next to my head, one on the left and one on the right, placing his lips on mine, shushing the moans i had and he went quicker with his thrusts, parting his own lips now and then to let out a groan before putting them right where they belong.. he then parted them again to let out a groan, i then sunk my teeth to around where this ‘X’ tattoo just above his collarbone was, the noise that escaped him was so.. attractive. as i stopped sucking on it and giving him probably a hickey, he jumped directly on my neck, planting his own hickeys peppered all round my neck, collarbone, and even some around my cleavage.

He continued going until I felt that knot in my stomach, felt like i was seeing stars “Go on, girl, i feel y’, good girl, cmon.” i rolled my eyes to the back of my head and suddenly, a wet noise came out, almost sounding like water coming out there. Even Daryl stopped and looked down in shock, “Damn, woman.. y’ a squirter..” he breathed out and I looked down, a small puddle of water underneath me, water droplets dripping down his thigh. I bit my lip and looked up at him. “I’m being genuine when i say this.. i didnt know i could do that.” he raised an eyebrow, surprised. “So much for not feelin’ it sweetheart, now y’ gonna do it again f’me.” he pushed fully back into me and grunted. “You’re so wet.” he winced and started thrusting.

He gained speed, if felt like i was about to finish all over again “Cmon just one more time..” and thats all i needed, it was like a waterfall to be honest, it felt amazing.. then like that, he came too, a groan escaping his lips for the final time before he collapsed on my chest, looking at me as i looked at him, both of us panting, breathlessly, he then pressed a kiss just filled with passion on my lips.

“Thought you hated me, Dixon.” he shook his head “Never have, js hated how pretty y’ were and how i always dreamt of y’ wrapped around my cock. Y’ came into my head almost every single night and i couldnt stand it.. the way you gave me that fuck’n attitude made me feel like you knew.” this made me chuckle abit , him looking at me as if he seen a ghost. “So you just wanted me wrapped round your cock then you might’ve started liking me?” he shook his head. “Y’ twisting my words, ive never not liked ya’. When y’ not talking to me and y’ talking to others y’ not bad. I know that i prolly ruined my chances and all-” i took his neck then pulled him in for a kiss. “Shut up and stop being silly, no chances were ruined. Now let’s get out of here- after i find a new shirt.” he laughed slightly and nodded, i went looking for a shirt that actually looked good, a pink jumper, sure, put it on then prepared to escape, some walkers were gone from the door, we let 2 in at a time till eventually it was fine to leave.

#daryl smut

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igottacrush · 8 months ago

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THE WALKING DEAD: DARYL DIXON 2.05 "Vouloir, C'est Pouvoir"

#oh my god hes so hot #i havnt seen this yet but damn #daryl gif

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igottacrush · 8 months ago

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#SPNCHI 2024 | Gold Panel [video: WAISCHOICE]

#im obsessed with this #jarpad #j2

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igottacrush · 8 months ago

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Well I definitely lied about no more Walking Dead drawings…

#oh my god the short hair #daryl fanart

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igottacrush · 8 months ago

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𖥔 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𖥔

summary ; daryl’s been away on a run for a few days and his absence had left you needy for his touch

notes ; established relationship, ‘thigh’ riding, female orgasm, swears, nicknames such as ‘sweetheart’, ‘baby’. no plot just sex.

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“ya missed me that much, huh?” daryl smirks, his voice low and gruff, as he watches you shudder beneath him. his words are tantalising and his breath hot as he leans down to your ear, sending waves of tingling pleasure throughout your entire body.

the needy expression on your face, and the way you were looking up at him with your big sweet eyes only made his smirk deepen, pulling up at the corner of his mouth. he was enjoying the effect he had on you, how you’d practically squirm, and the way you were reacting so well to him and his touch. he could see just how badly you were craving him, and he already knew that he had you wound tightly around his finger.

he slowly began to trail kisses up and down your neck, his lips grazing your skin at a torturous pace, pulling smalls gasps from you with each one as they send a rush of heat right to your core. he knew exactly what he was doing to you, and the way he was slowly teasing you was driving you insane.

“always miss you when you’re gone,” you exhale, your voice barely a whisper.

you hum against the feeling of his lips travelling further along your collarbones and shoulders, his hands resting on your hips, holding you in place as he continues to explore your body. with each and every kiss he presses along your sensitive skin, he could feel your breathing becoming heavier.

“’m here now,” he murmurs against your skin, a hint of satisfaction in his tone as he brings his knee up between your legs, the hard denim of his jeans pressing against your core. your breath hitches in response, the movement sending a shiver down your spine. “gonna give ya what ya need, sweetheart.”

a small whimper falls from your lips as your body involuntarily arches against him, causing daryl to let out a low chuckle. he shifts a bit, pressing kid knee a bit harder, his hands moving up your sides, grabbing and roaming across the plush skin.

“such a needy lil thing, ain’t ya?” he muses, his words vibrating against your skin and you squirm against him, desperate for more friction. "that feel good, sweetheart?"

"uh huh," you moan, your breathing picking up in pace as your hips slowly begin to roll against him. you had been craving his touch since the moment he left a few days ago, and it wasn't until now that you realised just how badly you needed him. how badly you needed his touch.

his fingers dig into your hips, his grip tight and firm as he continues to leave a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck. he can sense the need in your movements, the way your hips grind against his knee. “look at ya, so desperate for me.”

daryl’s knee continues to press between your legs, rubbing against you, and the sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. you can feel the heat pooling between your legs, the wetness of your arousal soaking through your shorts, your breaths turning into soft moans as you rock your hips against him, desperately seeking some kind of release.

the need in your moans is evident as your hands grip the bed sheets, “can’t help it, feels s’good.”

“s’okay, sweetheart, take what ya need,” he hums, his voice deep and rough. the sounds you were making, combined with the feeling of your body pressed against him, has his own desire growing in the front of his jeans.

he can feel the dampness against his knee, your arousal soaking through the denim against his own skin and it drives him wild, but he loves the desperation in your voice too much to give you what you want yet.

his hands slide up your sides, pushing the fabric of your shirt up until he can feel your naked skin under his calloused fingers, slowly exposing more and more of you to him, “been thinkin’ ‘bout this for days, thinkin’ bout ya and yer pretty lil sounds.”

“yeah? you missed me too, baby?” you pant, your hands reaching up to run through his hair, gripping onto the long locks as he moves his kisses back down to your bare chest now.

he grunts in affirmation, his tongue darting out to lap at the soft skin of your breasts, circling your pebbled nipples with his tongue as his icy blue eyes look up at you, “course i did. ya really think i was tryna rush back for any reason other than ya?”

your heart pangs with adoration, your eyes softening and brows upturning as you take in his words, and you gently pull him back up the bed to meet him in a deep kiss.

he lets out a surprised growl as he returns your kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth and moving against yours effortlessly. your pants and ragged breaths become more consistent as his hips press against yours now, positioning himself between your legs as his knee still provides delicious friction against your core. he rocks forward, craving it just as much now and with each press of his lips, you can feel his restraint starting to falter.

daryl breaks the kiss as he leans his head against your shoulder, his breathing laboured as he takes a moment to collect himself. he can feel himself growing harder by the second, the sight of you beneath him, your bare chest rising and falling with each heaving breath sending sparks of desire through his body.

he lets out another low growl as he finally speaks, “need ya, baby. ain’t gonna last much longer.”

you can’t help the smirk that forms on your lips as you look at him with a playful look in your eyes, “who’s the needy one now?”

his eyes darkened and narrowed at your smartass taunt. a low grumble escaped his throat as he pushed his knee forward purposefully, applying extra pressure and pulling a breathy yelp of pleasure from your lips, “careful, sweetheart, or i’ll have ta hold off ‘til yer beggin’ for me.”

your smirk falters immediately as he continues to push his knee harder against you, the need in your eyes only multiplying, “m’sorry,” you pant, your head pushing further into the pillows beneath you as the pressure from his knee dares to push you over the edge.

grinning at your immediate reaction, he leans down close to your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your skin. “tha’s more like it.” he relishes in the sight of you, so close to the edge, knowing that you were just one push away from completely unravelling before him.

you couldn't handle it anymore, the pleasure that was building within you close to it's breaking point as the coil growing in your stomach dared to snap. your mouth falls open, hands gripping onto daryl's arms as you feel your high vastly approaching. you couldn't speak, couldn’t form a coherent word — the only sounds falling from your lips were desperate pants of anticipation and the insatiable moans that followed.

daryl’s knee continues to move against you, applying the friction you so desperately craved, and he can tell by the way your body starts to tremble beneath him that you were almost at your ends meet. he no longer cared about his own pleasure and desire, shoving it away to focus on just you. “tha’s it, sweetheart. don’ hold back.”

his voice was rough, breathless, as he kept up the rhythm with his knee, watching you writhe closer and closer to the edge. his hands ran lightly along your bare skin, seeking to ground you in that moment — to anchor you in that wave of pleasure.

“let go, baby, i gotcha." he meets your gaze, giving you the safety and reassurance you needed to finally let yourself fall over the edge.

you pull him back down to meet you in a hungry kiss at the same time the coil in your stomach finally snaps. he feels your body tense as you come undone and he eases the pressure of his knee, gently helping you through the waves of pleasure that rock through your body.

he captures your moans with his mouth, his tongue meeting yours effortlessly as he takes your pleasure as his own. he savors the taste of your lips, the way you pant breathlessly against him, completely lost in the aftermath of your high.

breaking the kiss, he pulls away to look at you, his eyes dark with want and desire. “atta girl,” he praises, his thumb gently brushing across the heat of your cheeks, and then presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

you relish in the comforting gesture as you ride out the last of your orgasm, letting yourself sink into him as you take your time catching your breath and coming back down to reality. you were completely spent, and breathless, but as daryl shifts to lie beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest, you knew you were right where you were supposed to be.

he gently nuzzled his face into you, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead as his hand ran up and down your back, tracing lazy circles over your skin, “yer definitely the needy one,” he murmurs, his voice soft and comforting in the quiet of the room, and yet, you felt no need to retaliate, but rather content and satisfied.

#daryl smut

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igottacrush · 8 months ago

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Ahhh .. Diego 🖤❤️‍🔥🖤

#normanreedus

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igottacrush · 8 months ago

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Heal | Daryl Dixon x Mutant!Fem!Reader

A/N: Requested by @tempobaekh. I hope you like it!

Your supernatural powers were no secret to the members in your group. Your ability to move things with your mind had not been something anyone in your group feared. In fact, when you had used it to save everyone back at the quarry, that knowledge made you more valuable to the group. You could help better protect everyone than essentially anybody else, and that had secured your place in the ragtag group of survivors.

However, there was one thing you had yet to tell everyone about; your ability to heal faster than anyone else, but that secret was about to be revealed.

“What the fuck?”

“I was hoping you would have an explanation for me, Rick.”

“I have no idea, Hershel. This is—I don’t know what this is.”

“Perhaps Daryl would know? The two of them appear to be rather close.”

“Yeah, they’re together. If there’s anyone that would know, it has to be him.”

With a groggy, exhausted groan, you lolled your head to the side. Slowly, you opened your eyes, and as your eyes adjusted, you saw the concerned yet bewildered faces of Rick Grimes and Hershel Greene. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, trying to push yourself up, but Hershel stopped you.

“Don’t,” he advised you with a stern gentleness. “Don’t move just yet.” When you complied with his request, he continued. “What do you remember, Y/N?”

It was as if his words were the key that was needed to open the metaphorical gate in your mind. In an instant, all the memories flooded into your mind, making realization dawn on you. The run. Getting shot by one of the Governer’s men. The bullet grazing your temple. And then nothing.

“Getting shot,” you replied, your voice hoarse from the lack of hydration. “And then nothing. I think I passed out.”

“You did,” Rick confirmed. He stepped forward and peered down at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. “We saw that bullet graze your head. We thought we had lost you.”

“I’m fine,” you reassured him. You pushed yourself up again, this time without protest from the doctor. “I’m fine, really. Fit as a fiddle.”

“That’s the thing, though,” Hershel chimed in. “You weren’t when you were brought in a few minutes ago. You were on the verge of death, but now there’s no wound in sight. If I hadn’t seen the blood pool from your head myself, I would have assumed the bullet hadn’t touched you at all.”

Oh. You forgot that you did not tell anyone—well, except for Daryl—about your regenerative ability. It was not that you did not want anyone to know, it was just that it had slipped your mind. You had been lucky enough over the past year to not have sustained an injury big enough to be a cause for concern, so there had been no reason to alert anyone to that. The only reason Daryl even knew in the first place was because he had witnessed a scrape heal within minutes up close and personal a few months prior, and you had explained to him why.

Well, you thought to yourself, guess the cat’s out of the bag now.

“I heal super fast. It’s part of my powers.” That was the most basic explanation you could come up with. If you had to explain it to them on a scientific level, in the way the people who experimented on you explained it to you, you all would be there for days.

“How? How’s that even possible?” Rick inquired, his brows furrowed together.

“I don’t know. It just is.”

“Alright, m’pretty sure y’all have a lot’a questions, but save ‘em for later, yeah? Healin’ abilities or not, s’still the safest bet to let her rest for now. Right, Doc?”

Involuntarily, you found yourself smiling at the sound of Daryl’s voice. The archer’s ocean-coloured eyes locked with your eyes, and he sent you a small, lopsided smile in return. He knew how overwhelmed you could get when talking about your powers and how you got them, acutely aware of the fact that it was a time in your life you were not particularly fond of, so he knew it was better if you had the time to gather your thoughts and prepare yourself before you got bombarded with questions.

“He’s right,” Hershel agreed. He placed a gentle hand on Rick’s shoulder, urging him back, before shifting his attention back to you. “Get some rest, Y/N. That’s about the only thing I’m certain you need.”

“Thanks, Hershel,” you replied. You watched as Rick and Hershel pushed past Daryl, who had been leaning against the doorframe of your cell. When you were certain the two of you were alone, you spoke up again. “Thank you.”

Daryl nodded, before pushing himself away from the door. He walked over to you and sat on the chair next to your bed, and leaned forward to take your hand in his, a rare show of affection for the archer. He brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft, tender kiss to your knuckles.

“M’real glad yer alright, Sweetheart,” he murmured. “If it weren’t for yer weird as shit healin’ thing, ya could’a died. Hell, if that asshole had better aim, he could’a shot ya clean in the brain. Pretty sure ya can’t heal from that.”

“No, I can’t,” you confirmed with a sad smile. “But I’m fine, Dar. I promise.” When Daryl simply sighed and ducked his gaze to the floor, you took it upon yourself to lighten the mood a bit. Using your telekinesis, you brought his chair closer to the bed, laughing lightly when he flailed to grip the chair to stop from falling. “Sorry. I should have warned you I was gonna do that.”

Daryl shook his head. “Nah, s’fine. M’guessin’ that’s somethin’ m’gon’ have to get used to.”

“Yeah,” you giggled. You shared a smile with Daryl, and the look he sent you had you all warm on the inside. “What?” you questioned, suddenly feeling shy under his intense gaze.

“Nothin’.”

“Just admiring the view?”

“Yeah,” Daryl said, smiling softly, before sighing. “M’glad yer okay. Ya really have no idea.”

“Me too. I’m glad, too.”

#daryl

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