#daryl dixion

[renren-006]

"I know" | Daryl Dixon x Fem reader

word count: 739

a/n: A short little Daryl story! I know you all love my Daryl fics, and I can see how much support they are getting, so I would love to write your ideas if you have any!!

“I want to go with you” you told him, the gravel crunched underneath your feet as you toyed with the ground. He looked up at you from where he was fixing his bike.

“Nah” he said, tuning back to the parts he was trying to fix.

“Daryl”you said,

“No. ait putting ya in danger” he said standing up now and staring at you. 

“D…” you tried.

“Y/N, I'm not arguing with you on this,” Daryl said sternly. You looked at him, not breaking eye contact before you turned back towards the prison. “Y/N,” he called after you. You ignored him.

The rest of the day, you didn’t speak or look his way, keeping to Carol's side. You loved the man, and he still treated you like a child. You were not some young girl anymore; you were twenty now, older, and you knew what you wanted. You also knew you could take care of yourself, especially when running. That next day, Daryl was the one to ignore you, mainly because Carol fussed at him for shutting you down and for being an idiot.

“You can’t be that stupid, Daryl,” she told him as they sat outside smoking cigarettes. Daryl shook his head, his elbows on his knees as he bent over.

“I want to protect her,” he told Carol, “but she’s a kid, and she’s…hardheaded.” 

“Like someone else I know,” Carol said, Daryl shook his head. “you should just tell her why you shut her out”

“I will”

“You don’t tell her tomorrow, I'm not giving you dinner,” she said, putting out her cig and walking back inside before Daryl could protest.

Daryl did everything but tell you the reasons behind his actions. That day, you stomped around the prison, finding task after task to fill your mind and time. You wanted to talk to him, but the look on his face when he looked at you scared you. 

The more you worked, the more Daryl wanted to pull you away to talk. It was almost sunset when Daryl finally stormed over to you outside. You were holding gear to repair the fence after one of the kids got scratched on it when he had come over to you. He snatched the wire cutters and pliers from your hands and threw them on the ground. You were in shock, standing there with a gaping mouth and open hands. Next, he undid your belt in such a swift motion you felt you were going to lose your mind. The gear belt fell to the ground when he finally clutched those open hands and dragged you far into the field.

“what the fuck?” you asked when he let go. He walked forward keeping his back to you. “Daryl what the absolute fuck?”

“i don’t want ya getting hurt” he said,

“what? Is this about the other day”

“yea” he said, finally turning towards you. “I don't want ya on supply runs” 

“I'm not some kid anymore Daryl, I can make my own decisions. I can…I can decide for myself,” you yelled back at him. You were angry, and rightfully so, he wasn't just telling you to stop working but to stop seeking to go on supply runs.

“I know,” he said, stepping forward. “I know, i just ain't used to…”

“Used to what?” you asked, wanting to know how his mind was working. 

“You're being so forward with me,”  he said. “I ain’t used to it and it drives me crazy”

“I'm sorry…I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable “ you said thinking the man wanted you to stop trying to be with him or get him to realize that the mechanic biker drove your feelings crazy.

“Nah. It makes me want to do things to you, even though I know I can’t,” he said. You froze. He wanted things with you? He tried to do things to you? Your heartbeat was going wild. 

“What can’t you do?” you asked. Heat was laced in your voice, and he knew it. He could tell you wanted him to do things to you. 

“Everything, " he told you. You closed the space between you, pulling Daryl's lips down towards you. He melted into the kiss, forgetting about the world beyond.

“You can do everything with me,” you said once you broke apart, “you just haven’t let yourself believe that”

“I know,” he said again before kissing your lips and tasting you again.

[clementineslawyer]

( Season 4 ) Daryl Dixon icons

[liliesdiary]

Can I request some headcanons about being Daryl's Living Sex Doll? Does he let her cum too? Does he give her cuddles and good aftercare when she's done pleasing him?

Being Daryl's Living Sex Doll Headcannons

cw: living sex doll, praising, low-key pervert!daryl, no protection, treats you like his personal doll, king of aftercare, brat, sub training, throat fucking, bunny nickname.

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Daryl loves to keep you at home all day and fuck you when he's had a stressful day, which is always.

He's never violent, he's so soft with you. He treats you like a delicate doll that could break at the slightest touch.

He can be such a pervert though, he always touches you, especially your breasts and ass.

Daryl loves to spoil you with kisses and cuddles when you're being a good girl.

He loves to watch as his fluids spill from your throbbing hole after making you tremble.

Daryl loves how soft you are and loves to take care of your skin for you.

He loves to speak to you in such a gentle voice as he pounds into you.

Daryl loves to praise you and call you his good little doll or his pretty little doll.

He loves to fuck your throat, all he has to do is tap your chin and you already know to open your mouth and take his cock like a good little doll.

He trains you and disciplines you.

If you're being a brat, he would punish you and fuck you for his own pleasure and won't let you cum.

You're his living sex doll, you need to learn your place.

You're not allowed to touch yourself without his permission. If you disobey, you will be punished.

He loves to dress you up like a doll and you love it.

He always loves to cuddle with you and Dog.

He makes you clean the house when you're being a brat.

Shower sex with Daryl is very common.

He makes you ride his big thighs until you're a moaning and whimpering mess.

He loves it when you call him sir.

Loves to call you his little bunny that bounces on his dick like a bitch in heat.

His favorite thing to do is finger you until you're overstimulated.

His grunts and moans are so loud even when he tries to be quiet.

He loves to hold your hand when you're so close.

[dreamidoodles]

i got into the walking dead for the first time for old man yaoi Daryl Dixion.

im really shy so some… stuff below

don’t tell my grandma.

[witchychanel]

Look at the flowers Carl 💀💀💀💀😭 this shit is so fucking funny he had no right to violate Carol and Sofia 💀

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GENERAL MASTERLIST!!!

Tokio Hotel

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THE WALKING DEAD

Precious Honor-Rick or Daryl idk which one I should choose😾

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This is also where you can request me to write certain things in the comments. Any request is okay. I plan on adding more.

[topazy]

Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Shane Walsh × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood and vomit

Chapter: 2.09

As you come around to the sound of a walker growling and Lori’s loud gasps, you scream as pain radiates through your body. Your eyes open, and you see a walker breathing through the cracked windscreen. With the car flipped on its side, you were stuck dangling from the passenger seat. Lori was able to unstrap herself and crawl out of the car.

“Lori, go, get out of here,” you say, gritting your teeth to bite back from screaming.

“No, I’m not leaving you behind.” She manages to reach for a sharp weapon just as the walker breaks through the glass and stabs it in the eye, then she shoots another one in the head.

Tears spill from your eyes as you finally let an agonizing scream leave your mouth when you fully move your body. Lori tries to assess the damage but can’t fully due to the darkness since it is now nightfall. “Where are you hurt?”

“My shoulder—I think it’s bleeding pretty badly.”

“Okay, okay. Let’s not panic; stay calm.”

“I need you to get out again so I can unbuckle myself.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“If a walker comes back, I’m dead, and I don’t want to land on you,” you pant.

When she’s out of the way, you take a deep breath and unbuckle the car belt holding you in. You hit the ground with a thud and let out a string of curses. As you land awkwardly on your feet, the blood pools down your shoulder. Lori helps you get out, pulls the lightweight jacket from the backseat, rips a sleeve off, and then uses it to wrap around your wound. You had no idea how far away from the farm you were, but you guessed you wouldn’t see it again until daylight.

“Wait!” You suddenly turn to Lori and say, “Is the baby okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, and so is the baby. I’ve only got a few cuts and bruises.”

“You sure?”

She scoffs, “Only you would worry about someone else when your arm is about to fall off.”

You glanced down at your shoulder and noticed the blood soaking through the fabric of your clothing. Feeling nauseated, you turn your head the opposite way and vomit. You always hated the sight of your own blood; it turned your stomach.

Lori rubs at your back. “Come on, we can do this.”

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You’re unsure how long you’ve been walking back to the farm when a car approaches your head. “Lily! Lori!”

“Shane!”

He jumps out of the car and rushes over to you. “What the hell happened?”

“The car flipped.” He shines a torch in your eyes, then checks your head for injuries. Quietly, you ask, “Is my brother back yet?”

He shakes his head. Lori was pacing back and forth, full of adrenaline from the crash. Shane opens the passenger seat for you, then the one behind for Lori. You struggle to fasten your seatbelt, feeling as if your shoulder is burning. You grit your teeth. “How are the boys?”

“Jace and Carl are fine,” Shane says, jumping behind the wheel before speeding down the road back towards the farm. “Dale and Andrea are watching over them.”

You let out a deep breath; at least knowing your son and nephew are safe brought you some comfort. God, you felt so stupid for ever leaving the farm.

“And what about Rick?” Lori asks.

“He’s fine; they got back a while ago.”

You didn’t judge him for lying; Lori would have jumped out of the car then and there, trying to get into town to find your brother. If Rick had gotten back to find out his wife and sister were missing, nothing would have stopped him from looking for either of you.

Soon as the car pulls up at the farm, you see most of your group waiting outside, and as expected, your brother, Glenn, and Hershel were nowhere in sight.

Lori steps out of the car and asks, “Where are they? Where’s Rick?”

Shane ignores her question, “Patricia!”

Andrea runs over to the car and asks, “What the hell happened?”

“The car flipped, then walkers tried to attack us,” you say.

Your first thought is to see Jace. The guilt of ever leaving him was weighing heavily on you. Everything seems blurry as different people try to talk to you at the same time. Once in the house, you try to make your way upstairs, but Shane stops you. “Lily, slow down! You need to have that looked at.”

Patricia appears in the hallway and waves for you to follow. In one of the bedrooms, she shakily cleans the deep cut. “What cut it?”

“A branch, I think.”

Patricia was upset but did her best to maintain her composure. She finishes cleaning the blood off your shoulder, then bandages it up. You thank her, then immediately go upstairs to check on Jace.

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The next morning, your brother arrived back at camp with Glenn, Hershel, and a kid named Randall. You weren’t entirely sure what happened yet since you hadn’t caught up with Rick yet, but you knew Randall was bad news. Hershel had managed to save the boy, who looked to be around nineteen years old, then looked at your shoulder. He re-cleaned the cut before putting a few stitches in it and patching it up. Hershel then recommends a light course of antibiotics to fight off any infection. Antibiotics were running low on the farm, so taking them made you feel incredibly guilty. Hershel was currently trying to figure out how to help his daughter Beth, who was still in a state of shock.

You noticed Shane was unusually quiet. After placing Jace down, you sit beside Shane on the side of the bed, taking his hand in yours. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothin.”

“Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“I’ve just been thinking…” Shane licks at his lips; his gaze remains fixated on the spot in front of him. “A lot of this shit that’s gone down here happened because we put all our time and effort into looking for that little girl that we all knew was never going to come back.”

“Carol didn’t.”

“That’s different; a parent's love is different. We should have known better; Rick should have known.”

You feel like a pit is forming inside your gut. You thought Shane had put blaming your brother behind him, but you were wrong. Sighing, you say, “None of us can predict the future, including my brother.”

“Your shoulder wouldn’t be all fucked up if it wasn’t for him.”

“You can’t seriously blame Rick for that? The crash had nothing to do with him.”

He scoffs at your words. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but Rick ain’t man enough to do what needs to be done.”

“Stop!” You unlink your fingers from his and stand beside the crib. “My brother does what he thinks is best; all he has done is try and protect us.”

“I disagree. You may not like it, but I’m just saying what needs to be said: he’s not cut out for this life. Rick should step aside and let someone else take charge, someone who can make tough decisions.”

Seeing the fierce look on Shane’s face, you can’t help but think about what Dale said to him about pointing a gun at Rick. You desperately hoped that it wasn’t true, but there was a tiny part of doubt seeded in your brain. “I’m going to take Jace for some fresh air.”

“You can’t keep walking away every time you hear something you don’t like.”

“You’re right, I can’t.”

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“He’s scaring me, Rick,” you say quietly. “That man out there isn’t Shane; he's... He’s becoming undone.”

“He’ll come back around; I just need to give him time.”

You frown as Rick changes his top; you can see all the bruises and cuts he got while being caught up in the shootout at the bar he found Hershel in. “He killed Otis; he says he had no choice, but I'm not so sure.”

Your brother's eyes glaze over; he remains silent for a moment, looking lost in thought, before eventually answering, “For now, we keep that to ourselves.”

Your frown—this wasn’t an issue that was going to go away. You both loved Shane deeply, and ignoring the things he’d done would only worsen the problem. You needed to figure out a way to get through to Shane before anyone else got hurt. “Rick…hey Lori”

Lori looks between you and Rick as she opens the flaps of the tent to get in. “You guys okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You glance at your brother, who’s giving you a pleading look not to say anything. “I’m actually just going back inside; Jace is due a feed, then a nap.”

“Should you be carrying him?” She asks.

You pick Jace up from the blanket he was laying on and say, “It's better than the sling pressing into my shoulder. Besides, I’m only nipping into the house.”

Lori’s brows pull together, but she says nothing else on the matter. In truth, you were in agony, but you didn’t have a choice about carrying your son around.

On the way back to the house, you notice Daryl sitting on the steps to the porch, sharpening his knives. Since Sophia had walked out of the barn, Daryl had been different, like a light in him had gone out. “Can you do me a favor and hold Jace for a minute? My arm is killing me.” You don’t give him a chance to reply and place your sleeping baby in his arms. “Thanks.”

Daryl narrows his eyes. “I guess so.”

You sit down beside him; you had hoped Daryl would hold him. Jace would cheer Daryl up since he was usually happy to see him, but his full facial expression remained the same. You sit in silence until Daryl mumbles, “I didn’t know you had gone; I thought Olive Oyl had left herself.”

“Olive Oyl?”

“Popeye's girlfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh at him calling Lori that. Daryl chuckles along at first, but quickly his eyes fill with tears, and the laughter stops. “Are you thinking about Sophia?”

“I really thought—I thought she was still alive. She was just a little girl.”

He holds Jace closer to his chest, almost protectively. You lean your head against Daryl’s arm, sitting in a comfortable silence until it’s time to feed Jace.

[laluna0]

daryl w judith makes my uterus explode. oh my god i want need to have his babies now.

[writer-ann-artist]

Hunter!Reader x Daryl Dixon

• Being very similar in personality to Daryl but a crap tracker.

• Despite being (insert age) you two got along.

• Like, you both suck at expressing yourselves and don't understand how you two are even liked by people.

• You were both with the group from the beginning.

• While Daryl and his brother were busy being avoided and down right unpleasant, you were under watch by Shane or Dale, 24/7.

• You were considered dangerous, too yourself.

• Unlike Daryl, you couldn't stand to sit still, you didn't know why the world ended before you even decided to ask a doctor for some tests.

• Unlike Daryl, who had a crappy childhood, yours was pleasant.

• Except for the constant nagging of aunts and strangers who "just can't understand why you won't sit still".

• The constant doubting in the both of your guys heads allowed you to bond while at the C.D.C.

• Both drunk and wobbly you began to chatting, which turned into talking,

"What's the deal between you and Shane?"

"I'm not squinting cause I'm confused, I'm trying to convey that I'm suspicious."

"You're really fuckn weird, ya know that?"

"I've heard worse."

• Daryl was confused on why he became protective of you, but he did and he decided to not stop, someone needed to be there for you.

• After the C.D.C. you were always by Daryl, Shane was annoying by always hanging around acting like you were gonna explode.

"Get on out of here, man. No one needs you up their ass."

• To say you got platonic heart eye for Daryl on that moment would be an understatement.

• When Sophia went missing, everytime Daryl left looking for him you were close behind.

"Go to sleep, not like your helping me much."

"You still need someone to cover your back. Besides, I'm a great shot."

"Your a good shot, don't be gettin' cocky."

• When you met the Greens you stayed especially close to your now favorite person.

• When asked about why you clung to him as of late you just said you enjoyed being around him.

• When Daryl asked, you told him you 'didn't feel right, like something is wrong'. He responded by telling you to stay close.

• Of course the one day you leave his side he gets bucked off a horse and shot.

• When he woke he was very grumpy, naturally.

• You laughed at him when tried to yell at you to leave him alone.

"You really are nuts aren't ya."

"If I wasn't you wouldn't like me."

• Being his reminder to keep his cuts and wounds clean, while he had to be yours.

• Neither of you take care of yourselves but you take care of each other.

• Sharing a tent with him.

• Being able to dress and undress around Daryl, but not being able to roll up your sleeves around others.

• Being a silent shoulder for Carol, since you only know how to bond the way you do with Daryl.

• Carol telling you jokes so you laugh more, even if you just smile and hide your face.

• You and Daryl silently watching Shane as he lies to Rick.

"You see what I see, right?"

"Mnhm."

"Just checkin'."

• Ready to throw down with Shane when he implies Daryl is searching for nothing.

[daffodildelight]

Longing (Prologue) | Daryl Dixon x Reader

Title: Longing (Prologue)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Summary: You've been with Daryl for years and have a close friendship with the archer, but you have stronger feelings for him. Does he have the same for you?

Themes/Warnings: fluff, insecurities

Word count: 1400sh

A/N: This is just a taste test to see if anyone likes it, if one person does then ill continue writing it :)

Months had passed since the fateful day you last laid eyes on anyone from the prison. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but the memories remained etched vividly in your mind. The events unfolded with such swiftness and chaos when the governor's forces stormed the facility, forever altering the course of your existence.

In the blink of an eye, the once-sturdy walls that had confined you became a battleground. Panic rippled through the air like an electric current, leaving little room for coherent thought or decisive action. Your senses overwhelmed, your heart pounding in your chest, it took the firm grip from Daryl, a close friend in this ordeal, to jolt you into action.

With an urgency fueled by survival instinct, Daryl's strong fingers clamped around your trembling arm, propelling you forward into the abyss of uncertainty. The cacophony of screams and gunshots provided the dissonant soundtrack to your escape, each reverberation punctuating the perilousness of the situation.

As you stumbled and weaved through the dimly lit corridors, the once-familiar environment now transformed into an otherworldly nightmare. The pervasive stench of decay hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid scent of gunpowder and the metallic tang of fear. Shadows danced menacingly along the walls, their distorted forms mirroring the chaos that had taken hold of your surroundings.

Through a narrow window, a glimpse of the outside world materialized, a tantalizing beacon of hope. Sunlight pierced through the thick cloud of despair, casting long rays that painted a fragile semblance of warmth on your face. The dichotomy between the darkness within and the promise of light outside intensified the urgency of your escape.

The path to freedom was treacherous, every step fraught with peril. You navigated through a labyrinth of debris and fallen comrades, their lifeless bodies a solemn reminder of the dire stakes. The moans and guttural growls of the undead echoed ominously, their hunger-driven fervour heightening the tension in the air.

Finally, as you burst through the final barrier separating you from the outside world, a wave of bittersweet relief washed over you. The open expanse, once a source of confinement, is now extended before you like an endless ocean of possibilities. The cool breeze brushed against your sweat-soaked skin, whispering tales of freedom and survival.

Looking back at the once impregnable prison, now overrun by the abominations that once were your fellow inmates, a profound sense of loss settled in your chest. But amidst the wreckage and devastation, a glimmer of hope emerged. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, but in the depths of despair, resilience and determination bloomed.

And so, you embarked upon a new chapter, forever changed by the harrowing escape from the prison's clutches. The scars, both physical and emotional, served as a constant reminder of the strength that resided within you. With each step, you embraced the unknown, propelled by the unyielding will to survive and the unwavering bond forged amidst the chaos of the zombie-filled prison.

Regret gnawed at your heart, a heavy burden you carried in the depths of your being. The absence of closure weighed upon you like an anchor, tugging you into the depths of melancholy. You were denied the chance to bid farewell to those you had grown to cherish, their fates now shrouded in a veil of uncertainty. The image of baby Judith, the innocent face that once radiated joy and hope, now haunted your thoughts, filling them with a deep, sorrowful ache.

These people, the ones you had journeyed alongside since the early days at the quarry, had become an integral part of your existence. They were your family in this bleak and unforgiving world, the only tether to humanity that remained. In their eyes, you found solace, camaraderie, and the strength to carry on. The bonds forged amidst the chaos and despair were unbreakable, a lifeline that had sustained you through the darkest of times.

The mere thought of their absence, their potential demise, threatened to engulf you in a wave of grief. Each memory, each shared experience, carried a profound weight that made their loss all the more devastating. They had fought alongside you, laughed with you, and cried with you. They had become your confidants, your pillars of support, and losing them left a void that seemed impossible to fill.

Yet, amidst the sea of despair, one figure remained steadfast by your side — Daryl, a beacon of unwavering loyalty and resilience. His unwavering presence provided a glimmer of hope, a reminder that you were not entirely alone in this desolate world. His rough exterior belied a gentle soul, a soul that had chosen to stand by you through thick and thin.

Daryl had seen your struggles, witnessed your vulnerabilities, and offered a silent understanding that few others could comprehend. In his companionship, you found solace, a silent refuge where words were unnecessary and actions spoke louder than any declarations of affection. With him, you had forged a connection rooted in shared hardship, a bond that you thought transcended mere survival.

In his silent strength, you discovered the resilience to continue, to face the unknown with newfound determination. Together, you would weather the storm that lay ahead, drawing strength from the memories of those left behind and cherishing the bond you had forged amidst the chaos. For in this barren wasteland, where hope was scarce and darkness loomed, having someone like Daryl by your side was a flicker of light, a reminder that even in the face of despair, love and connection could still thrive. From your side anyway.

Even in the early days at the quarry, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, there was always something about Daryl that captivated you. His gruff demeanour and rugged exterior had a certain allure, a mysterious charm that drew you in. It was a magnetic pull, a connection that went beyond words, and you found yourself falling for him even as survival remained the utmost priority.

Now, in this treacherous reality overrun by the undead, you were given the unexpected gift of spending each day in Daryl's company. Together, you traversed the perils of the zombie-filled forest, honing your skills, and learning to navigate this unforgiving world. Every moment by his side was a precious opportunity to witness his resourcefulness, his unwavering determination, and the depths of his character.

Yet, amidst the burgeoning feelings that blossomed within you, there was a nagging sense of conflict. The desperate search for your old group, the ones who were like family to you, consumed your thoughts. The weight of responsibility bore down on your shoulders, a constant reminder that survival should take precedence over personal desires.

It was a bittersweet predicament, a delicate balance between the yearning for connection and the harsh reality of the present. The very emotions that stirred within you, the ones tied to Daryl, threatened to distract you from the dire task at hand. Surviving in this unforgiving world required focus, resilience, and a single-minded dedication to finding your group if they were even still alive.

But even as you grappled with these conflicting emotions, you couldn't deny the importance of Daryl's presence. His strength, both physical and emotional, bolstered your resolve and offered a glimmer of hope amid the darkness. The lessons he taught you, the skills he imparted, were crucial for your survival. And perhaps, in the midst of this turmoil, there was solace in the fact that you were not alone in your struggle.

With each passing day, you found yourself walking the tightrope between survival and the yearning for something more. The delicate dance of emotions intertwined with the urgency of the search creates a constant battle within your heart. Yet, in this tumultuous world, you clung to the belief that love and connection were not luxuries to be discarded but vital threads that wove the fabric of humanity.

So you pressed forward, grappling with the complex tapestry of emotions that both propelled you and threatened to hinder your journey. As you braved the dangers of the wilderness, your feelings for Daryl remained a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit. And in the midst of this relentless pursuit for survival, you held onto the hope that, somehow, love and survival could find a way to coexist in this world of the walking dead. But even then, Daryl has never shown that he likes you in the same way, and you really don't want to ruin what you have.

[shouta-edits]

could i have a bethyl (beth greene x daryl dixon from amc's the walking dead) moodboard with themes of nature, flowers, cottagecore, wolves, and bunnies? :3

[renren-006]

Sunshine Optimist | Daryl Dixion x fem reader

plot: you were sunshine and he was scared of getting burned.

word count: 1305

a/n: heyyyy here is another daryl story hope you enjoy!

Daryl was always jealous of your optimism, the way you constantly thought things would get better or that the world wasn't as screwed up as it seemed. 

Every time the group had a bump in the road, you were there, telling everyone that things would turn around; most of the time, you were right, and when you were wrong, Daryl was the only one to remind you of it. You liked him and never let his words hurt you too much, not when you knew he was just hurting. Daryl didn't let many people in, including you, but when he did, you knew it was because of your optimism that he did. 

You were like sunshine in his eyes, and he was afraid of getting burned. 

You thought he was like the night sky, dark, but with a few shining stars, the dark wasn't that intimidating. 

The prison was the first shining star in Daryl's world. He hated that he believed your optimism then and loved that you were right. He grumbled about it to Carol so often that the woman would just laugh and shoo him away to go figure out his feelings. Daryl knew he liked you, you made his world light up, and he also knew he could never tell you. He did the only thing he knew how to do when he had feelings: push them and you away so he wouldn't have to worry about it. 

That only made things worse for him. 

You knew he pushed you away, you could feel it and see that whatever he was feeling scared the shit out of him. Rick even tried to comfort you about it.

“He's scared,” Rick said as he walked up beside you. You were standing on the gravel road watching him ride off on his motorcycle after another failed conversation with the man. Rick put a hand on your shoulder. “He's…not good with his feelings”

“I know. Just wish he would talk to me.” You told the older man. “I like him but sometimes it hurts too.”

“Sometimes love hurts” 

“That's not helping this situation Rick” you told him sarcastically. 

“I know. I'm sorry. Daryl…he's like a deer, startle him and he’ll run” 

“That's probably the best way to describe him,” you said laughing. Rick smiled, patted your soldier, and walked back to helping the others with walker controle. 

Daryl kept burying his feelings for you, deep, deep down. He felt his skin burn when he was near you, so he never put himself in that situation. That never worked because you would seek him out more than he wanted you to. It took 6 months of being in the Prison before something happened that forced him to feel what he was trying not to. 

You joined Daryl, Michonne, and a few of the new people at the Prison on the run. You rode with Michonne in the pickup truck while the others tagged behind. Daryl rode beside the truck, failing at not watching you in the passenger seat.  You knew he was watching, knew you wanted to be on that motorcycle with him, but knew you needed to let him come to you. 

Once you arrived at the store a few miles from the prison and looked to have not been raided, you all made your way inside. The building was dark and muggy, and it sounded like a few employees didn't make it. You took care of the ones on your side of the store. Daryl closes behind, keeping an eye out. You glanced around before motioning to Daryl to hand you one of the bags to start filling. You got about halfway down the aisle when a Walker jumped you out of nowhere. He didn't bite you, but shit, he scared you. 

“Fuck” you cursed as the walked pushed you back twords the wall, making you knife fummble out of your handsat the supprise. Daryl jumped into action shoving the walker off you and killing it before it could get a taste of skin. Daryl jumped back over to you looking over every inch of skin.

“He didn't get me. He didn't get me. Im fine” you told him, repeating the phrase over and over till he looked you in the eyes. “Daryl, im fine”

“You ain’t comin’ out ‘ere again” he said seriously, “No more runs”

“You can't bench me Daryl” you told him turning from fright to anger. 

“Hell I can” he said back. 

“No. I'm not yours, Daryl. You have made that very clear. You can't come back and act like you care,” you said angrily, letting all those pent-up months of feeling like nothing to Daryl out. He stared at you blankly, realizing how horrible he must have made you feel, always shoving you away.

“I….” Daryl started, wanting to scream at himself for what he had done.

“No. Im done” you told him pushing the man off you, “i'm going over there, stay the hell away Daryl”

Daryl stared blankly at where your body had previously been before you walked off, grabbed your knife, and continued on to the next row, far away from him. For the rest of that run, you stayed away, walking to another aisle whenever he tried to keep close. Michonne picked up on the energy shift between you, too, without having to say anything.

“If she doesn't want you around Daryl, it's because you pushed her so far to do so” she told him.he nodded back, knowing it was his fault and that he caused it. “You have to fix it. No more shoving her away” 

“I know”

“Good. Now get back to work, we leave in thirty” Michone said. 

That night Daryl found you at your guard tower sitting outside watching the stars. He knocked on the window on the corner wall by you. Glancing over you raised it was him, you rolled your eyes.

“I thought i said to stay the hell away Daryl” you said, a bit of venom dripped in your voice. Something Daryl had never heard from you. 

“I know, Im sorry”

“Sorry isn't going to cut it” You told him, “For months you have pushed me away, made me feel worthless to you and I pushed through but you have no right…”

“I know,” he said, cutting you off. “I was afraid of getting’ hurt y/n” 

“Hurt?”

“yer sunshine and I'm…”

“A starry night,” you told him. Holding his gaze. “You're like the stars in the night sky, bright enough to make the darkness not so scary. I always thought you were, but then you changed.”

“I…I couldn't stand yer optimism” he said, “ya made me feel…”

“Made you feel what”

“Like my heart was gonna explode” he said, crouching down by you, “yur makin me feel optimistic about the world” 

“I like having that effect on people” you told him, “I like having an affect on you”

“Ya do” he said, “Ya make me feel happy like I haven't been in a while” 

“Good” you said and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips onto his. You pulled away from him, “Tell me your sorry again”

“I'm sorry Y/N” he said, the husky voice of the redneck sent shivers down your spine. 

“And that you won't ever push me away like you did”

“I promise,” he said, smiling at the way you were making him tell you what you already knew was true. You pulled the man back and kissed him deeply. He pulled you closer to him, picked you up, and carried you into your tower. The sounds and moans that escaped your guard tower that night were heard across the starry sky, which seemed to smile down towards the Prison.

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( Season 3 ) Daryl Dixon icons

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🎀 WIP 🎀

hii I'm back from my break !! I've been resting for this new year and now I'm back. I have a couple of requests that I will complete soon. Request more, don't be shy!

this is a list of my wip, I have many more in my drafts that I will post after these four. Comment which fic/daydream would you like to be tagged in/interested in 🎀

Daryl's Bunny

requested by @leatherwingsandcrossbowstrings (daryl's living sex doll request)

cw kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, bunny nickname, injures ankle, doll nickname, pervert!daryl, lonely!daryl, very very gentle with his bunny , light bondage, rope bunny

Daryl finds an injured bunny hopping in the forest, trembling and crying at the pain in her ankle. Daryl takes her in and shelters this pretty bunny and gets attached to her soft lips and sweet voice. He wanted to protect this little doll. He never wants to let his bunny go, instead he holds her hostage and turns her into his little injured bunny into his living doll.

Dad's Perverted Best Friend (Shane Walsh)

requested by anonymous

cw dead dove do not eat , dad's best friend, age gap, legal age gap, pre apocalypse + Rick and Shane are aged up, dubcon, throat fucking, daddy kink, corruption kink, choking,

Dad's perverted best friend won't stop touching your body, pressing his bulge against your ass in those short skirts of yours when you wash the dishes. Loving the fact that he's slowly corrupting you, turning Rick's innocent daughter into his little plaything turned him on so much. He needs to be the one that pops that cherry and he will.

Jackson Rippner's Obsession

inspired by @slut4thebroken glory hole head cannons xoxoxo

cw dead dove do not eat, kidnapping, obsessive stalking, possessive behavior, misogyny, glory hole, sex work, degradation, brutal sex, cnc, dubcon, sex slave, cunt, f reader

Jackson Rippner loved visiting glory holes but had an obsession with you. He loved fucking your tight cunt and paid so much money just to fuck you. He never looked at any of the other girls, he had an obsession with you and only you. He watched as other men fucked you, the way you moaned and whimpered made him possessive and mad. He always fucked you harshly, making you scream and cry but you knew you had to just take it. He loved hearing you scream. He just had to take you away and make you his personal sex slave.

Waking Up Daryl Dixon

consensual somnophilia, season two daryl dixon

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rickyl pre relationship au i drew for my big bee… something something summer camp something fated soul mates

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You can't tell this wasn't a hot af scene. That second gif has me in some feelings...

the walking dead || Caryl || 11.20 "what was lost"