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getting stoned together is a love language

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Daryl Dixon TWD Masterlist

Hi everyone!! This masterlist will be updated each time I write about our friendly lil' reddneck Daryl Dixon! <33 I am open to requests at the moment as well, so if you have an idea you want brought to life, just send me a message!! 💕 (pls i beg)

One Shots

Beggin' - Explicit 🔞

Big Bad Wolf - Explicit 🔞

Imagines

Smoke - Suggestive 🔞

First Kiss - Fluff 🌸

Hand Size - Fluff 🌸

Let's Light Up A Joint - Suggestive 🔞

Headcanons

“I wanna be alone, alone with you… does that make sense” - Prison era, slice of life 🤍

Drabbles

"You gonna get under the covers with me or what?" - Suggestive 🔞

Requests

“Don’t you touch her” - Angst 🔪

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if one family member starts swinging WE ALL START SWINGING

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Y/N : We all have our demons

Y/N, grabbing Daryl : This one’s mine

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Let's Light Up A Joint - Daryl Dixon Imagine (Suggestive 18+)

A/N: Wrote this with young!daryl in mind <33 but yeah... here we are, back at it again with my smoking kink angels! xo TW: Drugs

“Wanna’ light up a joint?”

He hummed quietly and continued kissing along your shoulder, his hands wandering across your skin and leaving goosebumps in their paths.

“Mhm;” He mumbled and gently pulled you back into him, a small groan escaping his lips and reverberating through his chest as he held you close and rocked you back and forth silently, his mouth continuing to explore your skin.

Daryl’s kisses continued down your back, soft pecks planting on every inch of skin as he continued to hold you close to him, his own body starting to grow hotter from his affection.

He gently rolled his hips up against you once his body grew hotter and he groaned very softly, pulling you back against him even harder.

After a moment he slowly reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a joint from inside the small drawer, his other arm still wrapped tightly around your waist as he brought the joint up to his mouth and lit it quickly not wanting to waste any time.

He took a deep inhale of the joint, his body relaxing near instantly from the first hit before he exhaled and handed it lazily to you over your shoulder giving a soft hum of approval as you inhaled the joint, taking his time to roll his hips against you again loving the way your hot bodies felt against each other.

“How’s it tastes, baby?” He mumbled as he ran his nose along your shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses along it as he began rocking his hips in a slow and deliberate pace once more.

“I'm feeling it already” you laugh and tilt your head to the side, giving him more access whilst looking in the mirror at the both of you

Daryl chuckled quietly at your words, his body already feeling a fuzzy numbness from the weed and his head a little lighter, but it was pleasant, and he felt great.

He hummed and gently lifted his head up so that he could look over your shoulder and into the mirror, catching your gaze in their reflections with a smile as his eyes ran all over your body, “Oh really?”

“The most relaxed I’ve been in months”.

He hummed again and exhaled quietly through his nostrils which let out a cloud of smoke, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck,

“Me too…”

He muttered, his hands now working their way back down your body, slowly wandering down to your hips and gently gripping them with his calloused fingers, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your skin.

His head slowly moved closer to yours as he watched your lips in the mirror while he inhaled deeply on the joint again, pulling more from the drug and letting his brain get even more buzzed out.

After taking his share of the joint, he held it up to your mouth again so you could inhale too whilst retaining the cloud in his lungs, he broke the contact between your lips and the stick and replaced it with his mouth, the smoke coming out both of you and being shared in the heated kiss, little moans and smoke ringlets dancing out from between your faces.

Daryl’s hands gripped you tighter and he deepened his kiss, gently rubbing his tongue between your lips and letting it slip inside, gently wrestling with yours whilst continuing to rub his hands all over your body, groping every bit of your skin.

His eyes slipped shut and he exhaled deeply along with you, the drug taking full effects and making his mind buzz in an almost dizzying way, his body almost feeling floaty and numb as it became heavier and slightly heavier each second,

“Mmph…you taste so good…” He mumbled, his voice low and his words slightly slurred and lazy as he pulled you even closer to him, pulling you right up against him and leaving no room between your bodies.

He groaned again after having another look at their forms in the mirror and released a moan from the back of his throat, his body moving against yours again as he nuzzled your skin and pressed his lips back onto it again, leaving a trail of wet and sloppy pecks.

“Fuck…that stuff is stronger than I remember…” you mumble, feeling each and one of his actions affect you more than usual, to the point his touch was the only thing you could focus on, the only thing keeping you grounded.

With a small chuckle, Daryl slowly moved his hand up and reached over to the bedside table again, his head still nuzzling the crook of your neck, planting lazy kisses all over your skin as he stubbed the rest of the joint out in the nearby glass ash tray.

“Yer’ jus’ a light weight babe”.

He mumbled quietly between peppered kisses.

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“Have I ever told you that I find you smoking really hot?”

That caught Daryl off guard. He blew the smoke out of his lungs in a slow and smooth motion and cooked his head over to you, brows furrowed. “Why? Not a very healthy thing to find hot.”

“Oh I know.” You snickered. “It's just… the way you hold the cigarette in between your fingers. The way your lips purse. The way you inhale so smoothly without even a cough afterwards. It's mesmerizing, if I'm being honest.”

Daryl rolled his eyes at that comment, looking forward again. “Guess that's why yer always eyein’ me while I'm on mah smoke breaks.”

“I'm always eyeing you!” You quickly corrected.

Daryl then took another long drag of his cigarette, but instead of blowing it forward, he turned his head and blew the cloud of smoke directly in your face.

Your brain faltered, almost as if your thoughts were lost in the cloud of smoke that now surrounded your head. You gazed back at Daryl, pupils wide with adoration. You didn't even care that Daryl was now chuckling as a result of your reaction.

“Can you… can you do that again?” You sheepishly asked.

He chuckled again, amused that this was getting such a jarring reaction out of you. He smirked, almost deviously. “I can do somethin’ even better.”

He took yet another drag, but looking at you directly in the eyes this time. It was purposefully as slow as he could make it, building the tension to its peak. After he was finally done breathing in, his hand suddenly grasped your chin. He pulled you into a slow and sensual kiss, while simultaneously blowing the smoke into your open mouth. The warmth from Daryl's mouth combined with the smoke that you were unconsciously breathing in was driving you up the wall, and Daryl could tell.

Daryl pulled away first, leaving your eyes closed for a second. When you opened them, you were met with a sneer plastered on his face, his eyes half-lidded and slightly looking down on you. You, on the other hand, were frazzled. After your mouth being agape for a couple seconds, you burrowed your face in the archer's chest, not being able to look him in the eyes.

Daryl's deep chuckle rumbled throughout his chest. “Ya liked tha’, sweetheart?”

You vigorously nodded against his bicep, and he brought his hand up to the back of your head to pet your hair.

“‘Kay. I'll remember tha’.”

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just read @blairespandora smoking daryl post and got inspired (he's SO HOT when he smokes)

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he even barks sometimes but he don’t bite

excuse my white trash boyfriend he's not house trained

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Daryl watched as you paced in front of where he was sitting on his bed. His blue eyes tracked your every movement. You thought you had it together but with every passing moment you felt a scream welling up inside you.

“I will not apologize for surviving!” you burst out.

“Ya dun have to,” Daryl said softly.

“I lived.”

“I know…”

“I lived! I always lived!” Your voice was raising in pitch and volume and the unsettled and overwhelming feeling of concern tightening the pit of Daryl’s stomach increased at the same rate. “I fucking lived and I did my FUCKING best to keep everyone else alive too!” Your voice broke and you suddenly froze, turning to look at him with pure desperation on your face. “I fucking lived,” you said, but this time it sounded defeated. “Why? Why did I always live when—when they didn’t?” Tears shone in your wide eyes.

Daryl was immediately on his feet. “It ain’t yer fault.”

“Why do I keep living when so many other people don’t?” you asked him as if you expected him to have an answer. The tears broke out on your cheeks and your breath was shaky.

Daryl shook his head. “It ain’t yer fault. Ya always do everythin’ ya can for ev'rybody else. It ain’t yer fault.”

You barely suppressed a sob. “Then why do I feel like complete and utter shit?” you asked weakly.

Daryl shrugged and tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “Cause yer a good person.” He knew that was no comfort. “C'mere,” he said, suddenly folding you in against him. You collapsed toward him at his slightest touch. His chin came to rest on the top of your head. “Dun ever feel bad ‘bout survivin’. Yer the one damn person who—who gives me hope.”

You pulled slightly back and looked up at him in surprise, your eyes still glistening a little. “R-really?”

He nodded. “Hell yeah.”

You sunk against him again and Daryl snuck a kiss into your hair, so lightly you didn’t even feel it.

Prompt: “I will not apologize for surviving. I lived. I always lived. And I did my fucking best to keep everyone else alive too.” A/N: Soft!Daryl MY HEART SEND HALP

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He took a deep hit from the cigarette between his lips and let it sit there for a moment as he looked at you, his eyes darkened slightly at the sight of you sitting there in nothing but a towel while you dried off your hair

“You gonna get under the covers with me or what?”

A/N: THIS THOUGHT IS STUCK IN MY HEAD AND I CANT GET IT OUT so you have to suffer along with me

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hiiii can i request smth whumpy??? daryl saying “don’t you touch her” not being able to do anything abt reader being held at knife point. maybe she gets a stab or cut on her side.

A/N: Hii angel <33 tysm for your request!! lmk how you like this! 💕

Daryl and Y/n were walking towards Alexandria when suddenly a group of 4 men ambush them, holding Daryl down and grabbing Y/N at knife point;

He was instantly filled with anger and panic with how fast this had gone downhill. His body strained against the people who held him down and he struggled against them trying to reach you.

“Get yer’ damn hands off ‘er! Touch ‘er and I will rip ya’ to pieces, dumbass!”

One of the men that managed to hold you hostage put a knife right under your chin and glared over at Daryl with a sinister smile upon his face.

“Now now…you don’t get to give orders here. If you want this pretty thing to stay alive, you’ll get on your knees… and be a compliant little bitch”.

Daryl stared at the man with murderous rage in his eyes, his breathing became heavy, but he slowly dropped down to his knees. You could see that the man was very satisfied with his current power over the situation, and he was enjoying it.

You were trying to silently communicate with Daryl but the pressure of the cold blade against your chin was making it hard to focus and stay calm.

One of the men who was holding him down leaned down with a mocking tone in his voice and whispered to Daryl,

“Your little lady is a pretty one. Think we should keep her with us.”

Daryl’s face darkened greatly when he said that and let out a snarl. He was starting to get fed up with how smug these guys were. “Fuck YOU” he said through gritted teeth, keeping eye contact with you at all times.

The man holding the knife against your chin chuckled as he slowly began to slide it up your face and press the tip against your cheek. A soft red mark started to form as the tip broke the skin and you let out a small gasp

“If you keep talking like that, I might just have to carve her face up a bit…hmm?”

Daryl clenched his hands tightly into fists and bit his cheek to hold himself back from lashing out against the man. His teeth grinded against each other while he just glared up at the men holding him down,

“If you lay a hand on her I will kill you I swear…”

The men all laughed at that threat and the one holding the knife against you leaned down closer to your ear and spoke in a sinister tone

“I’m gonna like keeping you with me…”

His hand slowly wrapped around your neck and softly squeezed.

Daryl’s rage began to reach its boiling point at the sight of his hand around your neck. He began to struggle against the men and was slowly gaining momentum. His strength overpowered the men holding him down and his hands reached up and grabbed one of their throats.

In the struggle the man who had the knife against your neck ended up dropping it and letting go of you to help the men holding Daryl down. They all managed to finally overpower Daryl again and forced his head down into the dirt. The man holding the knife got back up and glared down at Daryl, his anger showing,

“That was a big mistake redneck…”

The click of the safety going off on the gun could be barely heard as you were quickly able to grab a gun from the guys holding Daryl down and with no hesitation, shot all 4 of them in the head before they could even realise what was going on.

When you stood up and fired the gun Daryl just stared at you in shock as the men’s bodies dropped dead to the ground. His breathing slowed down and he could finally breathe normally again. Before you could completely process what you just did, he leaped up and wrapped you in a tight embrace, his face leaning against the top of your head.

you let out a loud cry, the adrenaline seemed to wear off slightly and realised what you've done "Daryl..." you continued to cry into his shoulder,

He held you tightly against him in a protective embrace, letting you cry on him. He whispered soft reassuring words into your ear as his hand ran softly through your hair.

“T’s okay, you’re okay…they’re all gone now…just you and me…”

When your crying began to die down Daryl gently pulled you back just enough so that he could see your face. His hands gently cupped your face and wiped away the tears from your cheeks, trying his best to soothe you.

“Shh…it’s alright darlin’…just breathe…”

You could feel his hands tense up a bit when he finally noticed the deep gash across your cheek, and you flinched slightly when he gently brushed his thumb against it. The anger was beginning to bubble up again in his chest as he gently wiped away the blood dripping down.

He took a deep breath trying to will himself to stay calm. He gently pushed your hair behind your ears and began gently kissing along the cut to soothe it while whispering quietly to you

“It’s gonna be alright…we’re gonna go back to alexandria and clean this wound up…”

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Hand Size - Daryl Dixon Imagine

Imagine measuring your hands with Daryl;

“Measure our…hands? What in the hell ye' mean by tha'?” Daryl asked very confused and not really understanding as to why you wanted to do that, but he still went through with it, he’d do anything if it made you smile anyway.

“Come on Daryl” I laugh and grabs his wrist, swiftly bringing it up and gently touching palms and pressing them together at the base.

He huffed as if just the gesture was stupid and rolled his eyes but deep down, he enjoyed every single moment he was allowed to touch you. It gave him goosebumps seeing just how much larger his hand was to yours, the way his callouses were grazing your soft hands, the way yours seem to fit perfectly in his. A small smile broke across his face as he pressed his hand closer to yours.

I grin and tilt my head a little I go to move my palm up a little bit, lining up our fingers to be the same length. “Ha! We got the same size hands in the end Dar’”.

When you moved your hand up to place your fingers with his he couldn’t help but smile. He chuckles a little and shakes his head, finding the gesture silly but cute. The more he kept your hand in his the more he enjoyed simply having it in his grasp;

“Yea’… pretty damn close girl”

A/N: I am popping these out like fresh bread on a busy day in the bakery LOL guess the inspiration gods are on my side tonight

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Reblog if you are a fic writer who welcomes moodboards, playlists, remixes, art and any other type of gift based on your stories.

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I LOVE THEM BOTH SO HARD

but let's be real, Dean is LITERALLY archangel Michaels vessel, he was PROTECTED by god, man was invincible till he took a hook to the back

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Normalise naming your kids after things that you love. Okay, I love you baby ✨That Specific Moment Where Daryl Licks His Fingers Before Shaking Patricks Hand In Season 4✨

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First Kiss - Daryl Dixon Imagine

Imagine Daryl’s breath hitching a little as soon as he placed his hand against your cheek gently moving his fingers along, like it was made of glass.

“God...”

He whispered while beginning to move closer to you barely pressing his lips against yours. Soon as your lips meet his you feel his body melt against yours gently wrapping his arms around your hips pulling you closer to him. A soft moan escapes from your lips and he lets his tongue glide across your bottom lip slowly slipping inside to explore the inside of your mouth. Taking his time to taste you and gently explore making sure you are completely taken by him.

As the kiss deepened, he began to guide your body backwards until you felt the harsh bark of a tree against your back, not a second later his body hovered right over yours gently keeping you in place with his hips as he continued to explore your mouth. His tongue twirling with yours occasionally sucking on your lips and every so often he’d bite down. His hands would be softly moving through your hair, his fingers pressing slightly on the nape of your neck, moving gently.

His kisses became slower, softer. After a few more moments of making out, his arms snaked around your body, his hands gripping onto you, holding you close as he broke the kiss and gently pressed his forehead against yours both of you looking directly at each other panting. In that moment, he let his guard down completely and allowed himself to be vulnerable with you. Softly whispering

“Damn you…”

“Ya’ makein’ me so damn weak, doll.”

Daryl managed to say once you both were able to breathe properly again before burying his face in the crook of your neck. His rough beard tickling you slightly, making you shiver as his hands moved down to your hips pulling your body closer to him. The feeling of just how vulnerable he was being with you made everything in the moment feel right.

A/N: I just want to hold him tight and protect him from everything in that goddamn world ;;;;

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happiness looks good on you dixon

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Daryl Dixon Headcanon

“I wanna be alone, alone with you… does that make sense?”

• when you met daryl at the prison, everyone warned you to stay away. that he is a loner and works best that way

• of course you went and ignored that statement and joined him from time to time

• it started off with you just dropping off some food in the watch tower for him, bringing up some extra blankets for when it was cold and even little trinkets you found around the prison (cute rocks, feathers, etc)

• he never gave you more than a grunt or a hum, at best a thanks’ but that didn’t bother you at all, you understood

• you also liked to talk to him about the most random things, things you liked, your past, whatever is happening inside the prison, he wouldn’t reply but it never deterred you

• and he was silently grateful you didn’t push him further

• after a while, you got your own spot in the prison, helping out in the kitchen and with the children which took a lot of your time, time you would have spent visiting daryl

• he noticed it pretty quickly but brushed it off as you finally giving up on him (he was SOUR about it but he ain’t gonna show it, NO way)

• but it irked him, and that pissed him off

• so, off to the kitchen he goes after a run into a nearby town, bag full of different utensils for you to bake with and even a small little bracelet

• it surprised you because the bracelet was green… your favourite colour you mentioned ages ago

• “thanks dare’” you grinned grabbing the little piece of string jewellery from his open hand

• “don’t mention it” he looked away and grunted

• and he continued to come pay you little visits instead. helped with the heavy lifting in the kitchen, grabbed the kids to tire them out in the field, letting you relax from time to time

• but then came the time where everything became too much for you

• you started becoming quieter, everyone took notice but decided to let you be, everyone had their issues at hand

• but daryl didn’t

• he would keep an eye on you from a distance for a while but then he decided to try out his luck

• one night when everyones gone to bed, you decide to sleep under the stars, escape the prison both literally and figuratively, taking your sleeping bag and a flask of a warm drink

• it was refreshing, even for one night, you didn’t know why you didn’t do this more often

• a while passed by, maybe an hour or so and you were just laid out on your back, staring at the clear sky above you

• counting all the constellations and putting your arm up, pretending to reach them… forgetting about the end of the world and how fucked everything was

• you didn’t hear anyone approaching (of course you didn’t, daryl was super light on his feet)

• “you okay y/n?” daryl said as he sat down next to you

• you were so focused on finding a constellation you didn’t startle “i guess…”

• he hummed and looked at you “which one ya’ tryna’ find?”

• “cassiopeia” you mumbled frowning

• he leant down and pointed just left to you “tha’ one yea’?”

• you smiled and nodded at him “thanks dare’”

• he nodded and lit up a smoke “wha’s up with ya’ recently?” he took a drag and looked into your eyes.

• you just shrugged and looked away from his intensive gaze “just wanted to be alone” deciding just to set for that, not wanting to waste too much of his time

• he smoked his cigarette quietly before deciding to get up, to let you be by yourself as you seemed to be safe enough for him to go back up to the watch tower

• but you grabbed his hand before he could fully get up because fuck it, life has gone to shit, what is there to lose?

• “i wanna be alone… i wanna be alone with you… if that makes sense?” you looked at him with a pleading look in your eyes hoping to convey what you meant through them

• he stopped for a second before nodding, stumping his cigarette and sitting back down closer to you, understanding what you meant. he himself relating to those words but didn’t want to ruin the moment by speaking out loud

• he grabbed your shoulder, bringing you closer to him so you can lean your head on his chest.

• you don’t know how much time has passed with both of you sat like that but it didn’t matter for now, it could mean everything but it could mean nothing at the same time

• but right now, you felt like you still had a bit of hope left in you.