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Dean Winchester~

dean winchester x witch!reader

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dean winchester x witch!reader

introducing:…dean winchester x witch!reader

(sets during the first-second season)

witch!reader who loves black cat more than actual people. You have 13 cats in your house, all black cats with all different planet names, rocks, plants…

witch!reader who didn’t like dean when she first met him, you thought he was too shallow

witch!reader who collects all kind of rocks and plants, your house being a huge garden, dean kinda likes it actually

witch!reader who has a collection of dean’s hoodies just cause damn that man smells good

witch!reader who is naturally weird, not in a cringe or awkward way but in a way that makes everyone’s close to you smile softly

witch!reader who loves the whimsical aesthetic, in your clothes, your house, your music tastes, your make up…

witch!reader who has twelve sisters and no brothers, you’re the sixth one your oldest sister being thirty-three, you being twenty-two and your youngest sister being eight

witch!reader who met dean in salem on a case, you instantly knew he wasn’t just someone

witch!reader who always calls shot gun so Sam is complaining and has to sit in the back

witch!reader who lives through black coffee, can’t go one day without it and hates putting sugar in it

dean winchester who’ll do anything to protect witch!reader, he’d probably would die for you without thinking

dean winchester who sometimes gets kinda jealous of Sam for hanging out so much with you

dean winchester who likes your little colorful outfits more than he lets on

dean winchester who was first reluctant of letting you in but quickly opened up as he grew fonder of you

dean winchester who loves showing to others how much he loves you, always having a hand around your waist or holding your hand when you’re walking outside

dean winchester who can’t sleep without having you laying down by his side

dean winchester who is mesmerized when you’re doing your witchy stuffs to help them on a case, he doesn’t understand how this works and probably never will but god he loved watching you doing it

dean winchester who never knew someone could love him as much as you did, he always thinks about it when he’s holding you at night

dean winchester who loves to teach you about guns and riffles, how to clean them or to use them

dean winchester who waters your plants when you’re not here, saying he hates it but love taking care of them

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“finally clean”

In which Daryl doesn’t wanna shower…until

Daryl Dixon x reader

triggers: none

author’s note: wrote this between 2am and 6am cause well writing is more interesting than sleeping

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Daryl didn’t like showers, like at all. Even before the apocalypse, he didn’t shower must or clean in any sense, until the smell was just too unbearable. That’s why he couldn’t find a girlfriend, that’s what Merle thought at least.

Though after he met you in Atlanta, when you two started to stay together more, he began to be more cautious about it. He still didn’t shower, the walkers attacking you being a good excuse for it. He found some ways to hide it, like stealing perfume bottles and deodorants from deserted supermarkets. It worked, you never explicitly told him he stank and he was quite happy about it.

However, after the fall of the prison and his escape with you after losing Beth, he really started to stink.

After arriving in Alexandria, everyone was finally relieved to be able to take a hot shower, except like once again Daryl. Everyone had cleaned up and he totally stood up in the middle of them.

A few days passed and he still hadn’t showered, one evening you see him sitting down on the porch, smoking like always. “You still haven’t showered did you?” You sigh slightly after saying that, sometimes you were wondering if he just never did what you told him only to bother you. “Come on I don’t stink right?”

Well, he actually doesn’t. Not really at least. You could ask Michonne, Rick or Carol and they’ll told you he doesn’t with a chuckle but sleeping next to him every single night, you clearly knew the answer.

“You kinda do sweetie…sorry.”

He grunts slightly like he always does and doesn’t bother turning your way to talk to you. “So ya forcin’ me to shower now?” He scoffed and stood, crushing his cigarette butt on the ground before turning to finally meet your gaze. “Ain’t happenin’ I’m sleepin’ on the couch if that bothers ya so bad.” He just walks inside, leaving your sight.

You never understood why he didn’t like cleaning. You always felt good after a shower, you thought everyone did but apparently not him. When you think about it, it’s true that you two never really talked about your lives before, you almost knew nothing about him. It was strange to you, he’s the person you talk the most to, the one you always go with but you don’t even know his age, he never even told you that.

You finally decide to get in, he was actually already laying down on the couch, ready to rest. “Wait you’re really gonna sleep here? I thought that was a joke.” He looks up at you, eyes already half closed. “Well you told me I stank.”

You scoffed slightly, he kind of acted like a child sometimes. “Daryl I’ve never said that I just said that…yeah okay maybe I said that but you can still sleep in the bed.”

Obviously he was as stubborn as you, maybe even more so he decided not to move, just crosses his legs over one another and closes his eyes. You roll your eyes. “Okay whatever, I’ll just go to sleep…goodnight.” He doesn’t answer back and you eventually finish to turn off the lights leaving him in the dark.

You lay down in bed wondering why the hell would he just not shower, it wasn’t hard was it? Or maybe was it for him? You couldn’t really put your finger on it and just decided to drift off to sleep. The soft sound of crickets outside starts putting you to sleep when you feel a way laying down next to you in the bed. You gasp quietly, you usually always hear him come in but this time you didn’t hear a thing. He kicks off his boots before whispering hoarsely. “I thought ya were asleep already.” You couldn’t quite distinct his features in the dark room, but you certainly could imagine them due to as close he was laying. “We’ll shower tomorrow.” He grunts but eventually mutters a slight “alright” before you both drift off to sleep.

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You both wake up the next morning around the same times, he yawns before rolling off of bed putting back his boots and walking to the door. You rub your eyes, your voice a bit deeper from sleep. “Hey, hey, where are you going?” He turns raising an eyebrow. “Can’t a guy take a piss?” You just roll your eyes and bury your face in your pillow. He also rolls his eyes and goes to the bathroom before returning. “So are we showerin’ or what? Before I change my fuckin’ mind.” You groan before eventually sitting up and putting on a shirt. “Just go to the bathroom…”

You actually didn’t think he would agree but you weren’t going to complain, he was finally going to smell good. You go to the bathroom and find him just standing in the middle looking clueless, it actually was kind of funny to witness. “What are you waiting for exactly?” He grunts again and decides to finally take off his shirt, reluctantly though.

It wasn’t the first time you saw him shirtless, you knew about this scars, never knew how he got them though. He always shut up about it. You’re waiting for him to take off the rest but nothing happens. “You’re not just gonna wash your upper body right?” He looked away slightly embarrassed before putting his gaze back on you. “I’ll wash the rest myself.” You chuckle softly before taking off your shirt as well. It wasn’t the first time he saw you shirtless neither, you actually weren’t really “modest”.

You turn on the water, the bathroom started to feel like a total sauna for him. He was stressed, embarrassed just uneasy really and you quickly caught that up. “You alright?” He grunts, sometimes this man just sounded like a damn animal. “Just let’s get it over with.”

You both step under the hot water, it felt weird to shower with your pants on but you quickly forgot about it as you squirted some shampoo into your hand. “Could you kneel down a bit? Like just a bit…” He rolls his eyes and just turns to face you, leaning down a bit so you could reach his hair easier. He quickly relaxed as your fingers ran through his locks, the dirt leaving with the used water.

After rinsing his hair, you start to softly clean his back, your fingers tracing down along his scars. This felt weirdly intimate, you never done that before and no one ever done that to him neither. He was actually surprised at how relaxed he was. If someone told him he would be here today with you washing his back, he’d probably grunt because that’s all he knows to do.

You two didn’t exchange a word during all the shower, you didn’t need it the soft sound of the water running out was enough. You finish and turn to him. “Finally clean.” He exhaled softly, running a hand through his wet hair. “Thanks…want me to do the same? I can’t just do nothin’ back ya know?” He stutters slightly, not able to meet your gaze. You smile softly and hands him the shampoo bottle. “Yeah go on.”

He wasn’t really sure of what he was doing but eventually tried his best, his fingers in your hair felt really soothing. You never saw him that concentrated before, it was kind of cute. After rinsing your hair he cuts off the water. “Hope I didn’t put any soap in your eyes…” You step out the shower and chuckle softly. “No don’t worry…I’ll just let you finish washing.”

You still hear the sound of water running as you walk into the bedroom to change and dry your hair.

The rest of the days goes on quickly, you both spend it together like always really but this time it felt different.

He was softer.

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Daryl Dixon-

“go to sleep”

“finally clean”

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“go to sleep”

In which Daryl Dixon’s way too worried

Daryl Dixon x reader

triggers: none really

author’s note: this is my first writing and english isn’t my first language so that’s probably horrible but anyway enjoy

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You and Daryl weren’t really fond of each other, at least at the beginning. You’ve joined the group around the first days of the apocalypse, meeting Shane and Lori on the highway. You were nice and quite useful so eventually everyone started to like you, except one person, Daryl Dixon. Unlike his brother Merle, Daryl was pretty reserved and always kept to himself, not really trying to get to know anyone. Though your outgoing nature couldn’t stand that, you wanted to get to know him, wanted at least to know why he was acting like that.

Day by day, you went and talk to him, about nothing in particular, just trying to make him like you a bit more. Your efforts worked as he slowly started to lower is guard around you, talking to you more often, frowning less when he saw you and even took you hunting with him. The days, weeks, months, even years passed, and he was growing closer to you each day. He often went to go find stuffs for you, any kinds really. Things you talked about only once that he knew would make you smile: clothes, nail polishes, shampoos, food you liked… And you always were more than happy to see him getting all shy while handing them to you, him even happier seeing that sweet smile upon your face.

You were now in Alexandria, it has been a long journey for sure since the first time you talked to him. It only has been a few weeks since you’ve settled there, you were quite happy to finally being able to get some sleep. But it wasn’t the same for Daryl, he didn’t feel any sort of relief here. He was stressed, this was too calm, too perfect to be true and he couldn’t stop but worry, especially for you. You two were sleeping in the same room, he slightly forced you (but you didn’t mind) since he wanted to make sure you were safe. You were peacefully sleeping when a loud thud woke you up from your slumber. Daryl was standing close to the window, kneeling and cigarette in hand, as he dropped one of the book you were currently reading. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake ya…”

He put the book back on the edge of the window, returning to his smoking session, his back facing you. You just observe him for a moment, you couldn’t sleep anymore, seeing him so preoccupied. You’ve almost never seen him sleep since you all got here, you were starting to worry. You got up and sat next to him on the edge of the opened window, discarding the book on the floor. “What is it? Haven’t seen you sleep in days.”

He looked at you, the moonlight illuminating his features. He took a drag of his cigarette before handing it to you. It was a bad habit you caught from hanging up with him. You take it, your fingers slightly grazing against each others. He smirks slightly seeing you inhaling the smoke. “Did ya smoke? I mean before all this.”

You chuckled slightly. You used to hate the smell of cigarettes, but it became the only way to relieve yourself and you actually grown fond of the smell. It reminded you of him and it was soothing. “No, I hated it actually.”

“S’why do ya then?”

“It’s soothing I guess.”

He smiled softly, he seemed to get you like no one else did. Yeah he did actually. “Yeah it is.” You hand him back the cigarette.

“So…what’s on your mind?”

He exhaled, he really didn’t want to talk about it, he knew it was stupid but he couldn’t stop worrying. “I can’t stop worryin’…this place is too perfect, too quiet ya know? It’s not gonna last long I’m tellin’ ya.” He looked back at you, his gaze was softer, he knew you’d try to tell him everything was fine and that he needed to stop overthinking the situation but instead you just chuckled softly. “You need to sleep, that’s all I gotta say.”

He scoffed slightly, it seemed so easy coming from you, everything you said seemed so easy, always has been. He suddenly remembers one of your first discussions, it brought a slight smile to his face, remembering how soft you used to look. “You always tell me to sleep…”

Your eyebrow raises for a second then you smile slightly understanding what he meant. Every time he was grumpy, angry, sad, you always tell him to go sleep. He used to get angry when you told him that but now he found it kind of nice, he liked it.

He spoke more quietly now, he didn’t like talking about his emotions. “Ya know, I think ya’re the only person that really gets me…like you- nothing that doesn’t matter.” He scoffs suddenly being aware of how vulnerable he was sounding. You smile seeing him embarrassed like that. “Yeah I get what you mean…just go to sleep Daryl, nothing’s gonna happen to you I swear.” He looks at you for a second then extinguishes his cigarette on the edge of the window before closing it. “I’ll try to rest…or somethin’.”

He goes to the bed, laying down on top of the covers, still fully dressed. You chuckle seeing him then lay down besides him, you under the covers. “Good night Daryl.”

You chuckle quietly seeing he already was asleep.

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Myself:

I love: coffee, music, weird fashion, brat summer, björk, love, cigarettes, school, london, the 70’s and others

music tastes: red hots, beatles, charli xcx, jeff buckley, led zeppelin, jefferson airplane, stevie nicks, nekfeu, linkin park and others

some of my men are: norman reedus, jake gyllenhaal, heath ledger, izzy stradlin, jeff buckley, matthew gray gubler and a lot of others…

I write for: well…I don’t really know yet I’ll update that part as we go

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Mathilde… french . singer . coffee lover . alcohol drinker (with moderation) . smoker

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