#daryl dixon thoughts

[cosmicamor]

⌞ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ⌝

⭑ always having to give yourself a minute to adjust to him but knowing that the sink down is going to feel amazing

⭑ young!daryl fucking you quietly in the back of the trailer while merle is asleep on the couch

⭑ you love it when he chokes you with his bicep as he fucks you hard from behind

⭑ despite the idea scaring him, filling you up is a must

⭑ you got mouthy. now he’s gotta teach you to be a good girl

⭑ having to pull over because he needs you. now.

⭑ finally getting daryl and rick to agree to a threesome

⭑ he lets you use him in anyway you need

⭑ he can't help but touch himself as he eats you out cause it turns him on so much

⭑ stealing his only shirt and riding him in it

⭑ i just know this man would have a size kink! that he loves feeling like he's so much bigger and broader than you

⭑ giving young!daryl head like the good girl you are

⭑ daryl is 100% a giver. he wants to give you as much pleasure as he can. loving the way he can have such an effect on you

⭑ this is so young!daryl with a hot goth girlfriend oh my god

⭑ letting young!daryl use you as an escape from his shitty life

⭑ sneaking into daryl's cell at the prison because he decided to wear that stupid leather jacket while you were ovulating

⭑ edging him till he's so overstimulated he's shaking. yum.

⭑ sub!daryl getting the treatment he so blatantly deserves

⭑ need this with daryl so bad. holy fuck.

⭑ daryl likes his girls curvy. i said what i said and you cannot and will not change my mind.

⭑ movies w young!daryl at the trailer park always end like this

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[star-wrote]

18+

daryl dixon loves to watch you ride his thigh.

he sits back and smokes a cigarette while his eyes wander over your body. your body that’s grinding desperately on his thigh.

listening to you begging and whining for him to touch you might just be his favorite sound, so he tells you that you’ll have to do all of the work until he finishes his cigarette.

once he uses the cigarette for all it’s worth, he stubs it out and move his hands to your hips. the sigh you let out is immediate.

when he starts moving your hips for you, it takes so much not to just cum on his thigh right then.

soon enough, he grows uncomfortably hard in his pants and gives you permission to cum.

the night ends with your face pressed into pillows and him pounding into you <3

next blurb ->

[walkingtalkingsomething]

ok, but where is the fic where daryl finally makes it home from france and is finally able to give reader/oc/whoever the penguin stuffie he found in that boat? like, i need him to have guarded that penguin with the vigor he would guard judith or r.j or laurent or any of his chosen people. i need close calls and stupid decisions being made to keep hold of it. i need that penguin to have become the wilson to daryl's tom hanks - except with a happier ending. i need the moment where someone confronts him about being out of his mind for risking his life for some stupid toy and daryl just has to level them with the look™️, because it's so much more than a toy, it's the symbolic representation of reader/oc/whoever and his love for her/him/them

[daryltwdixon]

thinking about waking up to Daryl making breakfast in the kitchen of your shared home:

you wake up to an empty bed, but that was normal. he had been out with Aaron for days on end, you were so used to waking up alone since he took the position. but when you wake up to an empty bed and the smell of maple syrup and warmth wafting through the cracked open bedroom door...

he would be barefoot, his usual boots abandoned for once. what if he was wearing his boxers instead of his usual jeans, finally having somewhere to be himself and loose in your home together :')

his hair is still a little messy from sleep, sticking up in places he didn't bother to smooth down before starting on his breakfast mission

he's so good with his weapons, his tools, so its cute watching him fumble around trying to make a perfect breakfast for you.

his brow is furrowed, tongue sticking out as he focuses on flipping the pancake in the pan to perfection.

when he notices you walking in, only in his large t shirt, his cheeks pink and he's all shy as he admits he wanted to surprise you today. He says it all as your arms wrap around his mid drift from behind, pushing your face into his back and inhaling his scent.

This was your happy place. This is all you wanted, for forever.

The food might not look perfect, but you notice he tried to make it nice—he even wiped the edge of the plate with a rag, something you’d never expect from him.

There’s a rare softness in his eyes as he watches you take your first bite, clearly waiting to see if you like it. You catch the tiniest twitch of his lips when you tell him it’s good, a quiet kind of pride he’d never outright express.

When you tease him about burning the toast, he gives a gruff, half-hearted defense, “Ain’t burnt—just got a little extra crunch, s’all.”

When you offer to clean up after the sweet breakfast he made, Daryl shakes his head with a quiet grin and tells you he has other plans for the morning. He drags you back to bed, kissing and licking the last traces of syrup from your fingers before taking his time worshipping every inch of you, making sure the day starts in his favorite way—with you.

The morning is gentle and slow with sweet nothings whispered to each other, the longing in his eyes when he tells you how much he misses you when he’s away, the feel of his big, broad hands on you and ya know what I’m gonna stop there before I lose my mind.

[darylsdelts]

Idk but Daryl openly showing fatigue around carol just says a lot for me.

Baby boy was rubbing his eyes and ready for sleepy time

[destroyndecay]

ILL BE TALKING ABOUT THIS PHOTO FOR YEARS TO COME

HIS FACE

THE WAY HE'S SITTING

THE MANSPREADING

THE VEINY HANDS

I NEED TO BE RESTRAINED

[junkpuppet225]

note: angst, spoilers for stuff that happened years ago on twd. daryl kisses you. darylxf!reader. enjoy!

After he lost his brother he got quiet - no longer the quick to anger smaller version of Merle Dixon - you watch the light fade from Daryl’s eyes with each passing day.

It’s not like he was winning any congeniality awards before Merle’s death but one of the many reasons you fell for him was his drive to survive that he had back at the quarry then his determination to find a little girl he had no obligations too and his need to protect the people he cared about.

An anvil of grief sits on your chest as you watch him beat himself up over not being able to protect his brother or find Sophia in time or save any of the people you’ve lost along the way. Now he’s quiet - just observing life going on around him - staring down the dusty road as you walk beside him idly wondering who will succumb to fatigue and starvation first.

You glance over to Daryl as he taps a nearly empty water bottle against your hip and silently demands you finish it off, searching your eyes for a long moment before you shake your head no. Everyone else has had some except you but you’re not going to finish the water when there’s a fucking baby in Rick’s arms.

“Drink it or I’ll pour it down yer throat myself.” Daryl barks forcing the bottle into your palm as you turn to Rick and Carl with sad eyes. “It’s okay. She’s going to be okay.” Rick assures you quietly as you twist off the cap and take a quick pull before handing it back to Daryl who grunts with disapproval.

“How much longer do you think we have?” Maggie asks from somewhere behind you and you know right away what she’s asking doesn’t have anything to do with the distance to Washington DC. Daryl’s sudden departure from your side brings your attention to the archers broad back - his muscles wound tight with exhaustion as he heads for the tree line putting a significant amount of distance between you.

You watch as Carol assures him she’ll tag along but he barks at her too - insisting he needs to be alone. The thought of Daryl being alone and exhausted out there tightens your throat with grief and you only make it another few feet before you break off from the group as well and sink into the trees.

You don’t even hear Daryl’s careful footsteps ahead of you - a lifetime spent in the seclusion of the Georgia mountains making him a pro at what he does but you aren’t completely helpless, watching from several feet away as he slumps to the ground forcing his back against a tree trunk.

“Daryl.”

You watch his limbs tense at your voice as he brings what’s left of a cigarette to his lips, lighting it quickly and taking a deep needed inhale of stale nicotine. He doesn’t acknowledge you - the only reason you even know he’s aware of you at all is the constant coil of his muscles whenever you’re near him. What you wouldn’t give for him to let you take away some of that tension - to help him forget about the constant bullshit surrounding your group at every turn. What you wouldn’t give for him to see himself the way you, Carol and Rick see him.

The thought brings you a step closer as you watch him stare at the cigarette like it holds the answer to all of life’s meaning before he places the lit end against the side of his hand and holds it to his skin without flinching. The anvil on your chest falls into the pit of your stomach as you close the space and sink to your knees beside him as he drops the cigarette to the ground and brushes the ashes away.

“Daryl.” You try again but he doesn’t look at you - now fascinated with the smoking hole on his hand as tears well in his eyes and he tries to clear his throat roughly, finally letting his head hang. The people that you’ve lost, the burden of this life has gotten too heavy for him to carry on his own. “Let me help you carry it.” You whisper running your fingers into his shaggy hair so you can see his face - forcing him to look up at you with tears in his eyes.

He’s quiet now that he’s lost so much and words fail him as he nods once and looks back to the ground ashamed. Merle was the strong one - the one that took the beatings from their dad with a smile on his face, that did the heavy lifting when shit got bad - not him.

“I can’t lose you too.” His voice breaks with emotion as you let your fingers slip further into the back of his hair.

“I’m not going anywhere. Tougher than woodpecker lips, remember?” You whisper and he actually laughs like he did that first day at the quarry when him and Merle stumbled upon your tiny group of misfits.

Look here little bird. Ya gonna have to get some meat on them bones if yer gonna survive this, ya hear? Merle proceeded to toss a dead squirrel at you like the toddler he was. Y’ain’t gonna get too far out there once this all falls to shit unless ya learn how to kill. The eldest Dixon’s loud mouth was a hazard that kept the dead headed toward the quarry every day and you just managed to sink your knife into one’s skull moments before it bit a chunk from his throat. Hot damn! You see that boy? She ain’t no little bird after all - she’s a god damn woodpecker!

Tougher than woodpecker lips that one is.

Merle headed out to scavenge the city with the others not long after that and Daryl disappeared into the woods finally free of his brother’s constant chatter to hunt in peace.

Now he was dead and Daryl was quiet, swallowing his grief as his eyes lifted to yours watching you pluck the still burning cigarette from the ground as his gaze darts to your lips and you take a deep pull from the smoke, offering it back to him.

His eyes are fixated on your lips, studying them like they hold all of life’s meaning as he leans in closer to you tilting his head slightly as you take in a quick breath and he hesitates, swallowing hard as your name slips desperately from his throat. You know he can hear your heart pounding against your chest because it sounds like thunder in your ears until you realize that’s actual thunder and then the sky opens up and brings a sudden and steady rain down on your heads. You lift your eyes from his just as he leans forward and sinks a hand into your hair, bringing your mouth back quickly as he kisses you - brushing his tongue against your lips for access as you place your palm to his chest to steady yourself, feeling him melt into your touch.

A loud crack of thunder jerks you away from him - eyes wide and staring as Daryl pushes himself to his feet and offers you his hand, pulling you back the way you came to return to the others who are all still standing in the road enjoying the refreshing shower that quickly turns dangerous.

“There’s a barn just past these trees!” Daryl yells to Rick over the noise coming from the sky but all you can focus on is your hand still clutched tightly in his.

[mcbride]

#how to explain you crossed the atlantic for someone #the reasons are everywhere

NORMAN REEDUS as Daryl Dixon and MELISSA MCBRIDE as Carol DARYL DIXON - THE BOOK OF CAROL 2.04 "Le Paradis Pour Toi"

[ofjonsafame]

Daryl (+Beth) and ‘settling down’

In season 6, everyone is surprised to learn that Michonne and Rick are now together, after they were literally caught naked.

Daryl seemed to think little of it, and continued his season 5 and onward trend of disinterest and lack of any real passion or enthusiasm.

Then Abraham asks him point blank,

He’s closed off, but lets his face slip for just a moment. It’s like you can see him seeing that moment right before she was taken- again and again. He looks so sad and tired. From season 5 he seems to use his hair as a physical shield from others.

Daryl never opens up about Beth, not even to Carol or to Rick, but it’s more in what he doesn’t say that’s revealing. He doesn’t say, ‘no actually, I never have thought about that’. Instead, he says

It reminds me of another scene from early in Alexandria, where he’s fully shut down post-coda, and Rick tries to reach him. I think it may be Rick trying to kind of sus out what type of bond Daryl and Beth had, by bringing up his loss of Lori. Either way, it seems very intentional to have Rick open up about this specifically to Daryl. Like he said in the episode following her death, “I know you lost something back there.”

He’s clearly trying to encourage him to go explore their new home, like the rest, by hinting that even though Lori didn’t make it, he’s still going on. He’s not dead, and neither is Daryl, not yet at least.

Again, what Daryl doesn’t say is more interesting. He doesn’t say ‘oh well that’s sad you lost someone, I can’t relate’. Instead, he seems to acquiesce to what Rick is saying, an agreement and sharing of his nostalgia.

‘Here we are.’ Just not with them.

Why would he want to go look around? She’s not there so it’s hollow anyways. It means nothing to him, because she’s not enjoying it. She’s gone, just like Lori’s gone.

In 4x13, it’s a totally different Daryl than we’ve really ever seen, relaxed, teasing, content. He doesn’t even have the same constant pacing about to explode, about to leave any minute energy. He’s planted into the ground, happily. They no longer look for the others, the seasons are changing, and they have each other, and that’s enough now. Without realizing, the entire goal of their days has changed, from frantic searching and despair, to more ease and comfort.

Beth makes it clear she’s tired of moving on, so it’s all left to his decision. When he finally suggests they stay, she doesn’t seem shocked. It looks like she knew she could convince him to stay from the start, and just had to play it right. She looks happy, just like he does.

Abraham never met Beth, but he met her on her death bed, cradled in Daryl’s arms. He saw the emotion, the care he took of her lifeless body.

Like Rick, I’m sure he’s assuming that if Daryl had thought about settling down since the world had ended, it would have been with the girl whose body he held with such reverence and sorrow.

He never says No,

because he had thought about it, but shit doesn’t settle.

💔

[maiacon]

I saw a music video with him in it and I thought I'd give making an edit a try <3

(Original music and video: JiHae - Just feels)

[walkingtalkingsomething]

does anyone ever wonder how daryl came to have his back tattoos? like, we know how hesitant/reluctant/against he is to people seeing his scars, which i imagine would have been an even bigger issue at the time a younger daryl would have gotten them than what we've seen explored on the show. realistically i'm imagining lots of alcohol and or a good high, or just kinda suffering through it at the behest of merle, or merle and pals', peer pressure and then feeling embarrassed/shamed/possibly somewhat violated later on. something more fluffy and appealing for fanfic purposes i imagine a young daryl wanting to get them done for some sort of symbolic reasoning and finally goes into a place and is just a ball of nerves and bolts out of there. cue several interactions of him going back in and reader/oc/whoever working with him to build a base level of comfort and eventually eases him into getting them done. it's not easy, he's still majorly not ok with it, but he could push through

[goldenispunk]

I have something inappropriate to say

[daimiyamoto]

MANISH DAYAL as Ash Patel

THE WALKING DEAD: DARYL DIXON — THE BOOK OF CAROL La Gentillesse des Étrangers

[darylsdelts]

Going on a ride with Daryl, you’re his backpack on the bike and of course you have to hold around his waist but your hands slip lower and they graze over his crotch.

I need this written from Daryl’s perspective

[littlefoxgirlhere]

Daryl Dixon would never disappoint me that's all I know

[junkpuppet225]

Daryl Dixon is not a virgin…, at least not in my mind. You don’t look like that and keep it all to yourself. Now, has he had a plethora of woman dropping their panties for him all hours of the day? Nah. Probably two or three friends of Merle’s many partners brought over to keep little brother company but he never said no to a good time back then and he always used protection.

Now, when he meets me - err, you after the worlds went to hell all bets are off. The primal animalistic need he feels for you would never stall long enough for him to search for a condom. Sorry girly, Daryl Dixon’s getting you pregnant in the zombie apocalypse. You’re welcome.

😂 I will die on this hill.