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Just Mr. Grumpy Dixon showing his caring side :)

Daryl Dixon

You always felt like and outcast of your group so you started spending a lot of your free time with Daryl. At first, he seemed cold and unbothered by you. Little did you know it's all going to change pretty soon.

At first, it was simple things like helping you carry bags after group scavenging, teaching you how to use your knife, and teaching you how to shoot a firearm. It all appeared natural to you; he was simply trying to help like everyone else.

"Yer grasp's too loose. Hold it like this."

"You're going to shoot meh with that thing in yo' hands."

After some time, you both began to receive curious looks from the others. When Daryl insisted on being partnered with you, you could see he was acting strangely. He always kept an eye on you, no matter how far or near you were. He would rather sacrifice himself than let anything hurt you.

"Watch ya' step, clumsy. You've grown on meh, and I can't let you do something stupid now."

"I might miss ya a little too much."

Later, things became obvious. When he and Rick returned from a mission, Daryl was sprinting around the campsite, checking to see whether you were present and wanting to hug you. He was always the first to greet you in the morning and occasionally took you for a trip on his motorcycle. When you pressed against his back on the motorcycle, you could hear his breathing speed up.

"Wow, wow. Ease yo' grip, sweetie, I'm not going anywhere."

Hii guys :). I hope y'all like this little mess I made about Daryl. He's my fav character from TWD so I thought why not write something about him. Anyways, hope you liked it. Feel free to request anything!

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I’ve been using Tumblr for years, but never post anything. I really want to start writing Daryl Dixon related fics and don’t know how to start. I’ve read so many and have seen an incredible amount of talent on here. If anyone has tips for a beginner and is willing to help a girl out, I’m open to any advice! Thanks!

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Do you think you could do a darylxreader where he takes it upon himself to teach her bushcraft skills bc her fire making skills are absolute trash despite her eagerness to prove they aren't. -❌️⭕️❌️⭕️

Patience

↝a/n: rushed but I hope you still like it! 🩷 Thanks for requesting.

↝pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl Dixon, or any character from The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 11.9.24

You tried ignoring the eye on you, but that didn't do much to help. If anything, it frustrated you more. The whole day was already too much. When you had agreed to go with Daryl, everything was fine. You were in a decent mood.

Then, a buck showed up. It was beautiful. The horns stood strong, the south twitching. It was looking around, glassy eyes shining. After admiring it, you reached back, right into the quiver on your back. Your fingers fumbled, and the arrow fell onto the crunchy leaves below. The buck was quick to run in the opposite direction.

As if on cue, your stomach growled. You threw your head back in frustration.

Daryl watched, brows furrowed. “I saw a squirrel over there.” He pointed to the left of where the buck had been standing. You stomped your way over, not saying anything to him.

Daryl carried the squirrels over his shoulder, thoughts running through his mind, thanks to the silence. You hadn't said a word since you two had left. He could see the gears turning in your own head.

“Stop right here. It's gettin' dark.” He hung the squirrels up on a nearby branch, sliding his bag off his shoulder. Shrugging the thin jacket off, he laid it on the ground, offering a little more comfort than the twigs and leaves of the wood floor.

Sitting down on the edge of the fabric, you shrugged your own bag off.

Scrounging up some leaves and twigs, you put it in a circular shape. Next, your hands were working quick to make a flame. Maybe too quick.

The frustration was growing on your brow. Again, Daryl silently watched.

Grumbling, you threw the sticks a few feet away.

You huffed, the twigs refusing to catch fire despite your best efforts. The frustration was boiling over.

Daryl watched for a moment before kneeling beside you. “Here, you're goin' too fast.”

You scoffed, “No I'm not.” He ignored you.

He took the flint and steel from your hands, demonstrating the proper technique with practiced ease.

You watched closely, trying to ignore the embarrassment creeping in. “I know how to do it,” you muttered, though your tone lacked conviction.

Daryl smirked slightly, “Ain't about knowin'. It's about patience.” He handed the tools back to you. “Now, try again. Slow this time.”

Taking a deep breath, you followed his instructions, striking the flint with more control. This time, a small flame flickered to life, and your eyes widened with triumph.

“See? Told ya,” Daryl said, a hint of pride in his voice.

You smiled for the first time that day, the warmth of the fire matching the warmth spreading in your chest. “Thanks.”

He nodded, settling back against a tree. “No problem. We'll make a survivalist outta you yet.”

Your mood changed for the better. The frustration from before wasn't warranted. Truthfully, you couldn't remember why you were mad to begin with. Usually going into the woods with Daryl was relaxing. Today just wasn't one of those days, at least, not at the beginning. Now, you were willing to talk, even ask questions about survival tips and tricks.

“Do you ever get frustrated out here?”

Daryl looked at you, considering the question. “Yeah, sometimes. But that's part of it. Ain't always easy, but it's worth it.”

You nodded, taking in his words. “I guess I just need to be more patient.”

He chuckled softly. “Patience ain't somethin' you just have. It's somethin' you learn. And you're gettin' there.”

You felt a sense of relief wash over you. “Thanks, Daryl. For everything.”

“Anytime,” he replied, the firelight dancing in his eyes. “Now, let's get these squirrels cookin'.”

You and Daryl made quick work of skinning the squirrels, bellies grumbling with hunger.

You felt something fall in your left hand. Stopping your movements, you looked up.

Another water droplet fell on your face, sliding down the side of your nose. Soon, more droplet fell between the tree leaves, sizzling on the fire. The frustration was quick to come back, “What the fu-”

Daryl glanced up at the sky, then back at you. “Looks like it's gonna pour.”

You sighed, feeling the frustration bubble up again. “Great, just what we need.”

He stood up, grabbing a tarp from his pack. “We gotta move fast. Help me set this up.”

Together, you worked quickly to rig up a makeshift shelter, the rain starting to fall more steadily. The fire sizzled and spat as the droplets hit it, but you managed to cover it just in time.

“Guess we won't be cooking those squirrels tonight,” you muttered, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice.

Daryl shook his head. “We'll find a way. Always do.”

You couldn't help but admire his calm in the face of yet another challenge. “Doesn't any of this get to you?”

He shrugged, adjusting the tarp. “Been through worse. You learn to roll with it.”

As the rain continued to fall, you settled under the tarp, feeling a strange sense of peace despite the situation. Maybe, just maybe, you were starting to understand what Daryl meant about patience and rolling with the punches.

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note: Not a DarylxReader. Pre-apocalypse. Young Daryl. Mentions of child neglect, underage smoking - drinking. Strong language. Daryl and Abby have been trying to survive way before the dead started walking. Daryl/OC

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Abigail

The first time I helped my mom up the steps to our worn front porch I was five. She was shit face drunk and I mostly just held her hand, guiding her into the single wide trailer only to have her jerk her arm from my grasp and growl her usual get the fuck off me you little shit.

It’s easier now. I’m almost eleven - stronger thankfully because she doesn’t walk up the steps anymore - she crawls and her drinking is the least of my problems. I always pray she’s just drunk when she gets home but those prayers usually go unanswered. Tonight she’s covered in her own vomit, eyes blood shot and pupils blown wide but she still smacks me away as I try to help her.

“Get the hell away from me Abigail! I don’t fuckin’ need you in my business! You’re the reason he wouldn’t come home with me!”

She’s talking about the random man that shoved her out of his truck calling her a whore while she cried and pleaded with him. It took me thirty minutes to get her to where we are now - struggling to make it up this last broken step as she calls me every name in the book.

By the time we make it into the trailer she’s calmer, to calm and that familiar panic begins to seep into my bones. “M-mom? Y-you okay?” I check to make sure she’s breathing when she’s in her chair and thankfully this time she is. I let out the breath I’ve been holding then hurry down the narrow hallway to grab a clean shirt. One with long sleeves to hide her track marks then grab a wet rag from the bathroom before making my way back to her.

“Okay mom…, arms up.” I’ve mastered the art of removing her shirt without getting vomit in her hair - watching her arms go limp after slapping at me again. “Get the fuck away from me.” I take in a quick breath, gently wiping at the heavy mascara that’s streaming down her battered face. When I was a kid - because I haven’t felt like a kid in a long time - I remember thinking she looked like an angel with her massive, curly blonde hair and bright smiling eyes.

The sight of her now floods my chest with despair, twisting my heart in anguish as I focus on this nightly task. It takes me less than ten minutes to get her cleaned up - only struggling once to get her limp arms through the clean shirt. I place a blanket over her and wait for her breathing to even out, grabbing her clothes to rinse and throw in the wash with the rest of the laundry.

When I make it back to the living room Daryl is standing at the open front door smoking a cigarette, the glowing cherry at the tip illuminating concerned blue eyes. They dart to my mother then to me. The silence is deafening as I check to make sure she’s still breathing before slipping outside.

Daryl jerks his face back as I try to pluck the cigarette from his lips, narrowing his eyes at me while taking a deep pull. I scowl and try again only to have him take a step backward. “One drag.” He’s mutters holding the cigarette to my lips as I take a quick puff and blow the smoke into his face. He says I’m too young to smoke but he’s barely twelve, give me a break. “She alright?”

Daryl always shows up when my mom gets home from a bender. Sometimes she’s so out of it he has to help me get her in the house. Sometimes he waits until she’s passed out in her chair to show up. “I guess.” I don’t even know anymore. A few weeks ago he had to drag Merle over here to give my mom some kind of shot that woke her up or…, brought her back to life - I’m not really sure.

This ain’t my problem boy. It’s natural selection at its finest.

She dies the cops’ll be up here askin’ questions and who do ya think they’ll start with?

Mom was back at the bar by noon the next day.

“They got Merle t’day.” Daryl mutters, blowing smoke over my head as he glances into the house to hide the fear that fills his gaze. Merle gets picked up every few months for his recreational activities - sent off to juvie leaving Daryl to take his beatings. “Shit.”

It’s his turn to scowl at the profanity that slips past my lips which makes my eyes roll into my head. I don’t need an overbearing big brother - I need a fucking mom who lets me be a kid even if I am secretly so so grateful for Daryl. He’s the only person in the world that tries to look out for me despite also being “just a kid”.

We keep each other’s secrets in hopes we aren’t sent off somewhere worse than this, if such a place even exists. “Your mom figure out you’ve been stealing her smokes?” I ask as he pulls away from my second attempt to steal the Virginia Slim hanging from his lips. He answers me with a glare. Daryl only lets me have one quick puff every few days. Says I’m not gettin’ hooked on this shit like his mom.

“Nah.”

His mom isn’t the parent to be wary of. I’ve never even seen her outside of her house. Daryl says she’s just lays in bed with her emotional support ashtray staring through the small floor model TV. He once told me he doesn’t even remember the sound of her voice. Tragic.

“You can stay here. If you want.” It wouldn’t be the first time he’s hid in my room while a drunk Will Dixon threatens to kill him from the safety of his own front porch. “Nah.” He mutters again lifting his eyes to mine slowly, teasing me by offering up the spent cigarette before flicking it into a nearby puddle with a sly grin. Fucker. “Dad found Merle’s stash. Took it t’town…, won’t see him for a few days.”

I hear my mother stirring in her chair.

“Abigail! You little shit!” A deep sigh escapes me as I turn back to the house and mutter a quiet goodbye to my only friend who stands in the darkness of my front porch smoking a second cigarette until my mom passes out again then he ducks his head and makes his way back across the lawn to his own shitty life without a word.

X

Daryl

The first time I saw Abby was at the bus stop when she started kindergarten. I was in first grade and Merle should have been in seventh but he was still in sixth. I remember she looked like a tiny version of the woman standing with her - big blonde hair and kind eyes, her mom was always smiling and asking us unwanted questions - holding her daughter’s hand protectively until the bus showed up. She always made a big deal of hugging her goodbye.

Twelve years on this earth and no-one has ever hugged me - unless you count the neck breaking headlocks Merle puts me in from time to time. I don’t. Not that I ever want to be hugged. Fuck that. The thought sends an uneasy feeling into the pit of my stomach.

Eventually Abby’s mom stopped accompanying her in the mornings, her frilly little dresses turned dingy and the light slowly dimmed in her big brown eyes. That was something I could understand.

The first time I spoke to her she showed up at the bus stop fighting tears because she couldn’t figure out how to tie her shoes and her mom wouldn’t wake up to help her. The familiar red mark across her cheek told me she asked one too many times.

After Merle (who was on his third attempt at the sixth grade) stopped teasing her I knelt down and wrapped the dirty strings around my fingers, explaining how to tie them twice before making her try. It took her less than a minute to master the task and she’s looked at me like I hung the fucking moon ever since. That day she just thanked me quietly and wiped her tears while Merle called me a pussy and shoved me on the school bus so hard I almost fell into the driver.

“Hey Daryl! C’mon!”

I look up from the blade of grass between my fingers as Randy, Mark and Nathan come tearing down the dirt on their bikes, kicking up dust as they drift up to the end of the driveway. I don’t have a bike but as long as they don’t go to fast I can keep up with them on foot - despite my ever growing Virginia Slim habit. I jump to my feet as they take off back the way they came glancing over at Abby’s house as I pass. I can’t shake the look on her face every time I see her. The grief trapped in her warm brown eyes. I watched her mom stumble down the steps this morning before daylight - hopping in a raggedy multi colored Ford without a care in the world. “Daryl! Keep up! We’re going to John’s!”

I force myself to stop thinking about Abby as I round the corner of the trailer park and take off running.

X

John has the biggest yard in the neighborhood - several feet of open land at the edge of the junkyard. That’s where we always meet up to play baseball. His dad bought him a Louisville slugger for Christmas last year but Merle ruined our fun when he showed up unannounced and made everyone watch him knock it out of the park. Watch this Darylina! I’m pretty sure he was high as fuck that day but he did just that - dragging my ass home by the ear after my friends cussed him for losing the ball.

Now I can only play with them when he’s in juvie.

“Alright Daryl yer up!” Mark hollers from across the yard tossing our makeshift ball in the air. I step up to the nonexistent plate and swing the heavy bat behind my shoulder - smacking it as hard as I can but unfortunately it’s just a pair of socks wrapped in duct tape so it barely makes it past Mark. I don’t bother running to first base.

A siren’s sudden wail lifts my head - a high pitched noise that grows louder by the second. Oh shit! Nothing exciting ever happens around here! Two volunteer fire trucks fly past us a minute later as my friends abandon the game running for their bikes before taking off down the road without me. Shit.

By the time I make it back to the trailer park it’s lit up like the Fourth of July. Three massive fire trucks sit with their lights on in front of a burning trailer. My trailer. A noise I’ve never made before rushes from my spent lungs, it sounds like a pained gasp as I watch the flames lick at the backside of my house angrily. Thick black smoke rolls from the back window where my mom’s bedroom is - where she’s been for the past two weeks.

I checked in on her before I left right? Made sure her cigarette was out? I always check to make sure her cigarettes out before I steal a few and go on my way. Last time Merle had to call the doctor in town to come check the burn she caused on her face. It never did heal right.

I watch my friends turn to stare at me with wide eyes. Then the people behind them turn and so on until all of these gaping eyes are on me and it feels like my chest is going to explode from the deep gasps I keep taking. I want to push past these nosey fuckers, want to yell for my mom in the sea of people but my feet won’t move - a crippling panic washing over me, bringing on a cold sweat as my limbs begin to shake.

“Hey.”

Abby appears beside me suddenly, placing a palm to my shoulder as I drag my eyes away from the flames slowly. She forces me to look at her but all I can focus on is that familiar pain staring back at me, my eyebrow lifting in curiosity as I watch a tear roll down her cheek. “They get m-my mom out?” I mutter with a voice too deep for a twelve year old then I’m pulled into her arms, chest to chest as she clings to me.

“Daryl I’m so sorry.”

No one has ever hugged me before. Abby buries her face in the bend of my neck - her unruly blonde hair nearly suffocating me as her arms slide around my shoulders. She smells like apples. I take in a deep breath feeling every muscle in my body coiling tightly with panic but I wrap my arms around her anyway - pulling her closer as my dad’s harsh voice carries over the crowd.

“Daryl?! What the fuck did y’do t’ my house?!“

X

Abigail

Three years later.

On my fourteenth birthday Daryl gave me an extra puff of his cigarette. I snatched his wrist in my hand and held it to my lips taking a deep drag while he growled at me. The sound sent a flutter of butterflies into my soul. “Alright, girl. Damn.”

After that something clicked inside my teenage brain when it comes to Daryl Dixon. For the first time in forever he makes me nervous - to the point I usually sound like an idiot when I open my mouth around him. He smirks at me a lot - even when I’m not trying to be funny and it makes my heart race in my chest. Last week I tried applying some of my mom’s makeup and he asked me if I got into a fight with a clown. I was mortified. The next day after stealing a few spritzes of perfume from a box under her bed he told me I smelled like a grandma.

I was to excited at the thought of him being that close to me to care. Pushing sixteen Daryl towers over me, his ocean eyes always watching - usually glaring. He spends his free time working on his brother’s motorcycle - keeping it tuned up while Merle’s in the army. When I hear him fire it up I nearly break my neck trying to get outside to watch him speed down the dusty road to town.

I like the way his shoulders flex when he rolls the throttle, which he always seems to do as he goes past my house. Most evenings after school he lets down the tailgate on his dad’s truck where I sit and watch him, memorizing the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat while he drinks down a stolen beer from the fridge. That’s where the glaring usually comes in. He catches me staring at him a hundred times a day but never says anything, just watches me for a moment then returns to whatever he’s doing.

His silence is maddening. I tried to kiss him at the bus stop one quiet morning but we were standing too far apart and maybe I was just picturing it happening in my head instead of actually doing it. He grunted at me to stop gawkin’ at him and get on the damn bus.

Today his hair keeps falling down into his eyes. I imagine brushing my fingertips through the dark strands until he’s glaring at me again. I give him by best smile - which I’ll realize later on tonight as I practice in front of the mirror how stupid I look - and let my gaze fall to the motorcycle.

“Can we take it for a ride?”

“Nah.” Daryl doesn’t look up from Merle’s bike this time but I catch the familiar cords in his arms tighten as he clutches the wrench tighter in his grasp. I want to pout but a beat up truck rumbles in the distance before pulling in beside us - bringing Daryl to his feet as he comes to stand beside me.

“Hey Dare!” A sing-song voice floats from inside the truck making my eyes narrow to slits as Daryl turns his attention to Tami Anderson. She’s a junior like him and sitting pretty behind the wheel all dark hair and crystal blue eyes. The dress she’s wearing shows off her perfect tits making me sink back into myself at the sight of them. I’ve been trying to stuff my bra for the past week but it always looks lumpy. The smile Tami gives Daryl chases my butterflies away as I look back to him praying for a scowl.

He’s just staring blankly at the girl who giggles at nothing while I watch her tweaker dad disappear into the trailer that’s now more of a shack. “Hey Tami.” My head snaps back to Daryl as his blue eyes meet mine before narrowing in confusion. He said her name? I don’t think he’s ever once said my name in the ten years I’ve known him! It’s always just girl. Maybe he doesn’t even know my name.

Tammy is rambling on about some stupid school drama that the kids with real drama don’t have time for as I wrack my brain for one instance that Daryl has called me by name. He’s had to of said it before. Right?

Daryl is staring at me like he’s seeing me for the first time, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as my eyes fall to his mouth slowly - bringing the butterflies back with a vengeance. I want to kiss him more than anything and that’s my cue to leave.

He can stand here and giggle with Tami’s dumbass for the rest of the night for all I care.

I hop off the tailgate misjudging how close we’ll be - our chests so close that Daryl has to take a step back to allow me enough space to storm off from him and his future wife. Tami hasn’t missed a beat, she suffers from diarrhea of the mouth and I’m a glutton for punishment. Once I’m at my trailer door I turn my head to take one last look at Daryl surprised to see him staring after me.

My eyes linger on his for another moment before I push through the shitty trailer to find better socks to pad my bra with.

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daryl dixon headcanons

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hello! i always enjoy seeing hc posts so i thought i'd make my own! p.s. send in fic/hc requests if you have any! i'm currently writing for daryl dixon, ted lasso, javier peña, and joel miller. k, thx byeee!!!

he doesn't really show affection early on in your relationship. it takes time for him to let his guard down but once he does, good lord.

if you're walking around together, he is usually making some sort of physical contact. (holding hands, hand on your shoulder/back, just straight up walking so close that your shoulders touch, etc.)

he holds doors open for you. you've told him time and time again that you can open your own damn door but he still power walks ahead of you to get to the door before you can.

he enjoys feeling like your protector. he knows you can hold your own in any fight but he has a need to protect you. he likes knowing that he can keep you safe.

he can get possessive at times. once, he overheard a new resident trying to flirt with you. as you were talking to him, you noticed the his gaze move above your head and the color drain from his face. you turned around to see daryl standing about two inches behind you and death-glaring at the poor man.

one time, late at night after you were nearly bit by a walker, he told you how scared he is to lose you. how he has lost so many people over the years that losing you would break him. he had never been vulnerable in front of anyone like that before. he felt relieved to get it off his chest.

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[sourpatchys]

Listen y’all, I know not everyone in this fandom ships the same thing.

Personally— I don’t ship anything.

But the negativity towards Caryl will not be tolerated on my page.

I don’t even post Caryl related content and I’ve gotten some weird messages regarding my stance.

I write DarylxReaders, I’m not the know all, see all on ship related discourse. The fact that there’s discourse at all is really upsetting.

If you wanna ship Connie and Daryl, Rick and Daryl, Leah and Daryl— or even Beth and Daryl. Do it without dragging other people down.

It’s a fandom, people are going to like different things than you— if you can’t respect that, or even tolerate it, you need to do some inner workings on yourself.

Step away from your laptop/phone and really think to yourself why you care so much. It is fiction. Your fanfictions and fanart aren’t going to immediately lose their value if something you don’t like becomes canon.

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Hello! Can you write a Darylxreader where reader is Negans lost daughter she ends up joining the group of the prison and she has the same flirty sarcasm and playfulness as Negan and wins Daryl's heart over until Negan captures the group, sees her daughter and tries to force her into a "princess" Life in the Sanctuary but reader is angry that he abandoned her and her home and keeps fighting back vowing that no matter what she will always choose Daryl now. Maybe Negan starts easing up on being 'Negan' and accepting her relationship with Daryl plz and thank you btw love your writing! ❤

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— ୨୧₊˚ the edge of control

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "Haiii can you do like a sub!rafe X bitchy reader please"

— ୨୧₊˚ opposites attract

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "hii, how are you? i have a request for fred weasley. so imagine fred being absolutely head over heels for a ravenclaw a year younger than him, but she genuinely has no idea! she is kinda the opposite of him so she just can’t wrap her head around the fact that he is into her! thank you so much 💓"

— ୨୧₊˚ softest beginnings

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "hi!! how would you feel about writing some super soft first time smut with our under appreciated man steve murphy? 👀❤️"

— ୨୧₊˚ breaking the best friend code

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "Hi! Could you make a fic about falling in love with Fred Weasley but with the trope best friends older brother. You can choose who is the best friends and what house is the reader. Thank youuuu"

— ୨୧₊˚ the future in his arms

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "Sonny wanting to start a family after a year of being married but doesnt know how to bring the subject up. Maybe some gentle yet passionate smut"

— ୨୧₊˚ behind the mask

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "hi!! I was wondering if you could write a billy loomis fic? smut or horror it doesn't really matter much. I haven't seen any lately and I would really appreciate it! thank u <33"

— ୨୧₊˚ jealousy's edge

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "Hello, I have a lot of requests ahahah. I imagine Emily and Reader who are not in a relationship but it teases a lot. Emily becomes jealous when a suspect or tara starts to get too close to reader"

— ୨୧₊˚ strength in silence

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "Emily and reader her very friend, and Emily begins to feel new things when she sees reader doing a somewhat muscular interrogation"

— ୨୧₊˚ onstage confessions

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "rockstar!sirius black x ex girlfriend!reader where he invites her onstage at a sold out show  and confesses that he still loves her"

— ୨୧₊˚ behind the song

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "more rockstar!sirius ideas sorry :0 he releases a new song that’s like about his and ex girlfriend!readers relationship so the media speculates and he invites her over to talk about it"

— ୨୧₊˚ still in the picture

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "rockstar!sirius and ex girlfriend!photographer reader that gets hired by his team to shoot pictures while he’s on tour they haven’t spoke since they broke up but there’s still tension and feelings between them"

— ୨୧₊˚ written in tension

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "songwriter!ex girlfriend reader who sirius’s band wants to hire but there’s still tension between them but they need to be professional"

— ୨୧₊˚ saftey in her arms

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "messy breakup with rockstar!sirius where he’s been like self destructing and realizes he’s lost his way so reaches out to reader for a second chance and to help clean up his act (professionally and personally)"

— ୨୧₊˚ the calm in his fire

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "girlfriend!reader being rockstar!sirius’s anchor when performing and your gets overwhelming"

— ୨୧₊˚ fames shadow

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "underground!singer sirius who meets reader and they hit it off, but as he starts to grow bigger he fears losing her because of his fame"

— ୨୧₊˚ the girl that got him

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "rockstar!sirius being a womaniser who all his fans fawn over and dream of being able to tame him but it’s actually bsf!reader that manages to tame him and get him to settle down"

— ୨୧₊˚ layers of love

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "college!lip gallagher x art major! girlfriend reader and she paints his back one day"

— ୨୧₊˚ comfort and care

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ "maybe some fluffy smut with Ron Weasley?🤭 like, him talking you through it and being gentle with good aftercare?"

requests can always be made here

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would anyone be interested in werewolf Daryl being followed by werewolf child? Like lose puppy. Lowkey becomes co parenting with his best friend and long time crush.

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[littlegodzilla]

The Story about Music and Chickens part 2. Daryl Dixon x FemReader.

Hi!

I come with another chapter, I don't have too much writen abput this story, but I taking it slowly, I mean, I don't know if I'm going to post it every week or when I'll feel creative, but I've already had this chapter ready so...

Here I come!

I hope you like it!

Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Alexandria non-canon. Warning: fluff. Words: 4800 Summary: Daryl found more music and Eugene discovered your little secret. Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @purple-serenity @lilythemadqueen @ruinedbythehobbit @twdeadfanfic @darylsgarden

About Music and Chickens. part 2.

The mall wasn't as far as it seemed at first glance, it didn't take you more than ten minutes longer than the original route to get there. Daryl left the chicken cage on the ground next to the bike. He cursed again holding a finger to his mouth.

"Stop pecking me!" he said angry and you laughed under your breath.

"You can stay here taking care of them, if you want." You proposed, he looked at you narrowing his eyes. "I'm just going to have a quick look around, the place seems pretty quiet, don't you think?"

"Yeah, a little..." He muttered looking around. "Nah, I'll go with ya, if it's a trap or there are Walkers locked inside I ain't gonna leave ya alone." He shook his head picking up his crossbow.

"Alright, behave yourselves." You said to the birds. "We'll be back soon."

"Stop talking to the birds. That creep me out." He scoffed giving you a little tap with his elbow.

"Why? why did I say they get laid too?" he hummed. "If you think about it, what we always eat are their babies..."

"Oh for God's sake..." He grimaced in distaste. "It's food, plain and simple, don't turn yer nose up at something that doesn't have it. I mean it." He scowled at you and you let out a chuckle again raising your hands in peace.

"Sorry, Feathers, you're really funny when you make that face."

"I ain't make faces... And ain't call me that." He grunted, but gave a half-smile without being genuinely annoyed.

"As you say, Sir." You used a mocking tone making a military gesture and Daryl felt his whole body jerk.

He couldn't understand the strong effect you had on him.

At the door of the mall you gave a couple of knocks on the structure that echoed throughout the deserted building expecting to receive some grunt or muffled gasp in response, worst case scenario falling into a trap or a bunch of lunatics pointing their guns at you, but none of that happened and you both breathed a sigh of relief.

The picture inside the impressive place was desolate, what it might have become in its good old days turned to nothing now, all the stores smashed, rifled, broken glass, furniture turned to rubble, there were bodies of Walkers scattered around the main hallway, but they all had some shot in the head or was smashed against the floor, it was obvious that someone had taken care of them long ago.

"Okay, we can split up if you want." You said to Daryl.

"Okay... Be careful." He asked letting you go off on your own.

"Yeah, you too." You smiled and walked away with a nervous pace.

He frowned a little, why didn't you tell him about the music? Maybe you didn't trust him? Maybe you considered it something unimportant and you didn't want to bother, however, he didn't care, he would have liked to ask you about your tastes, if you had a particular favorite group, if Cher was really one of the singers you used to listen to or if you had found that song by chance. Daryl didn't remember too much of the music he used to listen to, it's not like he had a particular group he liked, in the bars he always went with Merle the music was very similar, loud and raucous so people couldn't hear each other talk and drank more, but he was curious. Of course he couldn't ask you directly, if he did he would have to tell you that he had seen you dancing at your house almost in your underwear and he was sure he wouldn't have been able to say the word "panties" in front of you without stuttering like an idiot.

Sometimes he felt like a child, you weren't the first woman you had passed through his life, true they were all when he was drunk enough not to remember them the next day, but he knew how to use his penis pretty well, plus there was also... He shook his head, he didn't want to think about her, it still hurt to think about her even though it was never anything really serious. Yes, he had loved her, he had felt safe. After Negan and the Saviors had almost taken everything from you, Daryl simply needed to get away from everything and everyone, feeling defeated once again, he almost felt the same feeling when he couldn't give Carol back her little Sophia that time all those years ago at the Greene farm. She protected him in her arms and when he returned to Alexandria the goodbye was final, she disappeared leaving Dog as the only memory. But that had been so long ago and when she returned to the community and saw that you were there, helping the others, something strange formed in her chest and she felt as if she had betrayed you. More than you, his feelings for you. He never expressed them out loud, he was never able to tell you anything, anger, the desire for revenge, hatred and despair were the most intense emotions that ran through his blood for too long until you managed to get rid of your worst enemy, to then simply run away, lick his wounds hidden from all those he cared about.

From you.

He sighed long and closed his eyes. It was no time to keep thinking about it, he himself had decided long ago that he would not interfere in your life. Perhaps he had had the opportunity between his fingers when the alliances of your communities became strong, but he had let it go, now he was not the one to try to claim anything or anyone. As much as he cared for you. However that didn't mean he couldn't help you, he still felt anything for you, he was your friend too, he wanted to be able to take advantage of that part of your trust to keep on knowing things about you, but you were pushing him away, you were hiding your little radio from him as if it was an unconfessable secret and he felt weird about it.

Did you think he was going to judge you? He of all people had not the right to do something like that.

It was frustrating, all through the building, searching every store you'd passed, you hadn't found any decent CDs you could take with you, in the process you'd picked up some valid clothes and utensils for Olivia's kitchen and storage, so Daryl wouldn't see you show up empty handed. Your real mission had been a failure. You rubbed your face in frustration. You had made the hunter detour there for nothing, your chickens were alone and out in the open because of your stupid wish. If someone took them... If someone stole Daryl's bike. Your breathing stopped then and your heart started pounding. You had to leave. The last thing you wanted was for the archer to lose the bike he had built himself piece by piece and loved so much.

You went down to the main hallway again seeing that Daryl was also returning with a pillowcase using it as a sack, some clothes were sticking out of it and it looked all bunched up inside the fabric. You smiled and showed him what you had found yourself stuffing it inside the pillowcase.

"Thank you for joining me." You told him and he hummed without giving it a thought.

"We got more stuff, it was a good stop." He looked sideways at you hesitating for a moment. "Did ya find what ya were lookin' for?" his question surprised you, but you shook your head feeling your cheeks redden.

"N-no... I'm sorry for wasting your time..." you apologized.

"Ya haven't." And then you felt a blow against your head, as you lifted it up to see what he had hit you with you discovered that in his hand he was carrying a couple of music records.

"Wh-where did you... h-how did you..." you stammered not knowing what to say and a giggle of excitement and nervousness escaped you as you picked up the two records to look at them closely.

"Yesterday..." He started and cleared his throat. "I went to yer house to get Carol and heard the music coming out of yer house." He lied, or at least a little, still your cheeks took on a deep reddish color.

"I-I... I'm sorry if you saw the show... I didn't know..."

"I didn't see anythin'." He said again quickly, lying again. "I met Carol at the door, so... Yer safe." You always would be, he would never go around telling anything that could hurt you.

"Thank you." You said sincerely going back to looking at the discs in your hands.

"There's a store, up ahead that's a music store, if ya wanna look around and pick up something ya really like..."

"No, it's fine like this, the chickens aren't waiting and they'll eventually get away o.... Something worse."

"Shit, it's true... we can come another day." He offered you nodded.

"That would be great."

Fortunately, nothing and no one got hold of the chickens and everyone returned home safely. Although the urge to kill the bird came over Daryl again when, upon opening the cage in the chicken coop, the rooster jumped for his head again, the archer escaped unharmed as he managed to close the door in time.

"That chicken has it in for me!" He roared angrily raising the crossbow towards the bird.

"Calm down!" You pushed it away from the chicken coop fence." You're both dominant males, he's just defending his females from you."

"I ain't interested in his hens, at least not like this."

"Well but he just smells your testosterone and well you know." A chuckle escaped you again and he snorted.

"Whatever, if he ever gets an inch off the ground again we'll barbecue rooster for dinner." He threatened the animal as if he could actually understand him.

"Whatever you say." You shook your head in amusement and showed him the records again. "Do you want to come and hear them with me? Well... you found them..."

"I can't, I have to take these to the main house, wash them and then distribute them among the families. Some of them have gotten serious about having babies..."

"Sure, you're right." You nodded and hid the CDs again. "Thanks again for taking me and finding them."

"Enjoy them, and let me know if they're any good." Hi made a grimace and walked away again towards the main houses in Alexandria.

Daryl walked into the Grimes house with the bag of new clothes over his shoulder and a frown on his face, Rick walked over to greet him and see what he had brought, but closed his mouth in a grimace when he saw his friend's dismayed gesture.

"What's wrong Daryl, is everything okay?" He asked him worriedly, Daryl shook his head with a snort.

"Yeah, why?" however his question sounded like a bark from a wounded animal.

"I don't know, tell that to your face." He muttered, Daryl threw the bag to the ground with a burst of frustration at his friend's words.

"I'm fine, it's my fuckin' face!" He barked and Rick held up his hands in peace.

"Hey, calm down, Daryl, you're obviously not fine, did something happen...?"

"Fuck no! I brought you guys clothes." He said matter-of-factly and stormed out of there slamming the door.

"Was that Daryl? did something happen?" Michonne peeked through one of the doors of the house with RJ holding her hand.

"I don't know...he brought us clothes but I don't remember asking him to look..." She picked up the sack looking inside. "Did you ask him for anything like that?"

"No...but it won't hurt, our community is growing so fast, give it to me and I'll take it to the laundry." She said stretching out her arm, Rick handed it to her and kissed her.

"Come on RJ, let's go for a walk and let mommy do stuff." He said to her benjamin, the little boy nodded kissing his mother and went with Rick for a walk around the community making sure everything was ok.

Michonne gathered up all the clothes she had scattered throughout the house before making her way to the building they now called the Laundromat. Being an extra expense of energy and sunlight, they had designed a single-story house to run all the washing machines at the same time, twice a week a pile of dirty clothes was prepared and an extensive laundry was prepared for the whole community and then each family goes there to pick up what belongs to them, in case there were new clothes, as in this case, they were distributed among all once they were clean.

There the woman with the sword met Rosita, Sasha, Sidiqq and some others who were leaving the clothes in the sacks that were there prepared for the laundry.

"Good morning." He greeted them with a friendly smile leaving the sack on top of one of the washers. "Let's set up the washers today, Daryl brought clothes from a patrol so we'll spread them out."

"I didn't know we had organized a patrol for groceries." Sasha said looking at her partner, Michonne shook her head with a shrug.

"Me neither, but it probably came to you on the way, it never hurts to have some more of this." She said showing off underwear and baby clothes."

"Abraham said he had gone out for the chickens, he was accompanied." When Rosita mentioned your name the three women looked at each other and Michonne smiled broadly.

"Okay, now I understand a lot of things."

"Is something wrong?" Rosita and Sasha moved a little closer to their companion, in a tone of confidence and gossip. Sidiqq gave them a sidelong glance and shook his head, leaving one of the bags, walking away. He didn't want to know anything about female gossip.

"Well Daryl came in a little nervous to bring all these clothes, Rick asked him if he was okay and he burst out like... Well, you know how he is when he's feeling a little trapped." She looked at her companions and they nodded rolling their eyes. "If you're telling me now that you saw them out together this morning, now I understand some things."

"I'll never understand why it's so hard for him, I mean... I haven't known him since the beginning of all this started, but I'm sure a lot of women would be willing to do him a favor." Rosita commented and Sasha nodded, even Michonne rocked her head in a positive manner.

"We've all seen that Daryl always moves carefully with everything he does and says, even if later when he says it he's a brute." Laughed Sasha. "But yes, he is quite attractive and over the years..."

"Ladies." Gabriel approached the small group about skipping them. "Are you going to use the washing machine or are you going to continue gossiping about our fellow community members?"

"Sorry, Father." Said all three at once feeling their cheeks heat up.

You were surprised by the two CDs you were holding in your hands, Daryl's choice of your tastes. You weren't sure if he had done it because of what he had heard coming out of your house or he really thought you had that kind of taste, but one of them was a compilation of dance-pop music from the nineties with the most prominent groups of that time. You laughed quietly before looking at the other CD, it had nothing to do with it, it was a CD of soundtracks from different movies that had long since ceased to exist. Something squeezed in your chest remembering your younger years, when you would sit on your living room floor to enjoy them, with your popcorn or your bags of knick-knacks spread everywhere. You sighed letting the nostalgia take over you a little before putting the CD on the table again, you removed the one inside your rickety, but functional, radio and put in the one Daryl had found for you, it took a little while for it to connect, it skipped a few times, but finally the music invaded the house like last time and a smile formed on your lips letting you get carried away again by the rhythm.

You felt a little bad that you hadn't said anything to Daryl about your music when he took you to the mall, however the man guessed anyway. It was hard to keep anything from the archer. Not because he was prying or interrogating people to find out their secrets. You had discovered that the man was extremely observant, not just with his skills as a hunter, but for all of his daily life. Nothing escaped his gaze, there was no reproach in his actions either, he kept information to himself and when he might need it, he would bring it out by surprising the people around him.

As had happened to you.

You had hidden your true desire to find new music for your dysfunctional little radio because you felt it was a waste of time to more important matters, but he had still found what you were looking for and had gone out of his way to find something that might be to your taste after hearing the music leave your house. Thinking about it made your heart beat faster. Those little gestures were the ones that got your mind always wandering and thinking about what would happen if you finally dared and confessed your feelings for him.

However, then there were his brusque ways and curt answers, the excitement would turn to cowardice again, making you take a step back, hiding your feelings again just for yourself.

The door of the house rang alerting you, you stopped the music as you walked to the door quickly so as not to keep whoever was looking for you waiting. You opened and smiled greeting Eugene who answered you with a friendly smile and pointed inside your house with his index finger.

"I heard it. So I can pretty much confirm that the repair was a complete success, unless my ears failed me due to some injury and it was you singing, in which case..." You couldn't help but laugh as you heard him mumble a bunch of nonsense words.

"Yes, it works, do you want to hear it and take a look at it?" You smiled inviting him in, the man mumbled gratefully and passed into the house going straight to the little device and got it working again. "The time it's running is very short, but it's long enough, it's great."

"That's because of the plate I installed on it, it needs more time to charge than to actually work, so the power it has is minimal forcing you to have to put it on recharge more often, I could try to find a bigger piece of plate to give it more running time, but I couldn't predict if that would be enough either, the device is very old, too long without working..."

"Eugene, Eugene." You stopped him sensing you had lost your way again. "It's fine like this, really, it's great, you have nothing to worry about." You assured him, but he didn't seem entirely sure, still he didn't open his mouth again examining the small radio, checking that the music was coming out properly through the dented speakers.

"Have you found any new music? I seem to remember the last time I tried it the record belonged to another performer, if not just as shrill, the music was melodious and pleasing to the ear." He murmured and you nodded your head.

"I went out on patrol to get some chickens and there was a mall nearby. Daryl helped me find them." You said matter-of-factly, caressing the CD you held in your hands with infinite affection. Eugene watched you curiously, studying your every move.

"You have a hard time confessing your feelings too, don't you?" Eugene's words made you raise your head like a spring, looking at him like a rabbit illuminated by the headlights of a car.

"I-I don't... What do you mean?" you mumbled trying to sound amused but the nervousness in your body was evident.

"I'm not a person who is driven by feelings, many times they are complex to me, but it's evident like the sun is still shining on us and the Dead are still walking the Earth, that every time you talk about him your eyes have a special glow in them."

Okay, for a man who didn't get carried away with feelings, he had you all over. You lowered your gaze feeling it dye red to the ends of your hair, wanting to hide in the deepest part of the world and never come out again. You covered your face with the CD you held in your trembling hands and a nervous, hysterical giggle escaped you. God if Eugene had figured it out... Maybe Daryl had figured it out too? God you hoped not. It would be too humiliating for you.

"I don't... I know where my place is, Eugene, do you understand me?" You looked sideways at him, over the CD, he pursed his lips wanting to process your words. "Daryl is... What do you see in him when he talks to his people?"

"Daryl is hard to read, he keeps a lot of things to himself, at the same time he only shows what can benefit him or until he doesn't feel safe, we haven't had good times together, I don't think he likes me too much..." He weighed with a shrug. Abandoning his people even if the Saviors' weapons were broken afterwards was something Daryl had a hard time forgetting and forgiving. "I think he has different faces for each person he considers important." He looked at you again and you nodded your head, yes you had seen that too.

"Yes, I know, could you keep it a secret from me?" You begged him biting your lip. "I don't want the situation to become awkward between us."

"No, of course not, but I think..."

"Thank you Eugene." You cut off his string of incoherent words, now you felt too overwhelmed to listen to his technicalities. "I appreciate you coming to check the radio, if it malfunctions again, I'll let you know." You told him kindly, smiling at him, letting him see that you needed to be alone.

The man hesitated, but finally nodded, leaving the radio back on the table that was near one of the windows of your house so that it would always have light, and said goodbye to you, leaving your house. You sighed tiredly, plopping down on the couch, covering your face with both hands.

You had to be more careful.

The weather had been somewhat furious and changeable in recent weeks, you had been forced to restructure parts of the new wall in the area you were expanding as the air was getting the plates to stir making a deafening noise, crashing against the iron beams attracting the few walkers that were in the area to you having to mount intense guards at night to keep them at bay. Some animals had escaped from the farm and appeared in the middle of town eating the flowers of some of the neighbors. Finally the weather was changing again, the violent air was once again becoming a pleasant breeze and the cold spells were once again being placated by milder temperatures, more typical of spring days. You had long since lost the orientation of a calendar, the days and months had long since lost their names, but some things, like planting time or the time to pick some food, still helped you figure out sometimes what time of year you might be moving into.

You were in the field plowing the land a bit, you had a few pumpkin seeds that you had been drying since the previous year, with some you had eaten pumpkin seeds, sweet and good for the children, and not so children and with others you would now take advantage of a field you had left free for the land to recompose, to plant them there and have pumpkins later, you also had watermelon seeds that you wanted to plant there too and hoped the birds wouldn't eat them. You missed a sweet, juicy watermelon on the hottest days of summer.

"Want me to give you a hand with that?" You heard next to you making you lose focus on the channel you were forming in the dirt. You raised your head discovering Tara next to you who gave you a half-smile.

"Thank you, can you go throw the seeds behind me while I finish?" You looked at her handing her the pumpkin seeds. "I'm going to plant the pumpkins here, and a little over there some watermelons."

"You've gotten serious about being a farmer." Joked the jet-haired woman taking the seeds and setting about scattering them right behind you, backing up the path you had marked out.

"Maggie left a number of chores to do, lately we don't need to go out as much, after the Walkers that showed up because of the storm and bad weather we've had peace again. The guards are all covered, so... I guess the field and the animals is what I'm up to now." You shrugged sticking the hoe back into the tender soil to open a new furrow for the seeds.

"You might as well give yourself a break too, I'm going to have to take you to Dennise eventually." shee joked and you smiled sideways, the truth was that for you it was easier to keep your mind occupied with other things than to keep hearing Eugene's words in your head.

Every time you talk about him your eyes have a special sparkle in them.

You let out a frustrated huff as you reached the other end of the field, leaning on your tool, watching Tara scatter the seeds until they reached you again. Her smile asked you a mute question and you shook your head rubbing your nose with your wrist, you were exhausted but proud.

Between the two of you you finished arranging the field that you had started by yourself, in about an hour you had placed the hoses that you had previously punctured so that the water moistened the soil with a simple drip system that prevented the field from flooding and drowning the seeds, but at the same time left it moist enough so that they would not lose nutrients or dry out.

On many occasions you mentally thanked Hershel for teaching Maggie all those things and she to you. Although you never got to meet him, but you always would have liked him because of the way everyone talked about him.

Tara invited you to have a drink in the main house, go talk to Michonne and the rest of the girls, disconnect a little from everything and nothing in particular, but you had to check on the new chickens you had brought in several weeks ago, you had already placed them with the rest and although at first there were some disputes finally the rooster took care of keeping them all in line. Some eggs you let them fertilize and others you took them to eat, although it was not the first time you opened an egg and found a chick inside, which broke your heart. So you decided that the older hens would lay the eggs they were still capable of laying and the younger hens would be the ones to produce the chicks.

"Good morning, girls, sir." You greeted the rooster and his ladies opening the door of the henhouse letting all the birds run around the enclosure that you had prepared for them so that during the day they could walk freely, sometimes you had to look for the eggs among the ground because the hens preferred to lay them there than inside the henhouse. "Did you leave me a present?" you said again, entering the henhouse and looking in the different nests that each one had there.

"Ya keep talkin' to the birds, and it's still creepy." You listened and gave yourself a sharp whack on the head with the stick the hens perched on to sleep on during the night. "Oh shit, yer okay?" Daryl worried, but you could feel a laugh tremble in his voice.

"Yeah, I just killed some brain cells." You protested rubbing your head seeing that the egg you were picking up had slipped and crashed to the floor. "Fuck..."

"Sorry." He apologized leaning his weight from one foot to the other nervously.

"No, it's okay, it wasn't your fault." You turned at last to look at him and drew a line on your lips that was intended to be a smile. "Is something wrong?"

"Nah, actually." He shrugged, shoving his hands into the pockets of his oversized, battered pants. "I've seen ya from the wall in the field and then ya were comin' here. Yer workin' hard."

"You were spying on me?" you tried to sound teasing, ignore your heart hammering hard in your chest.

"What?" he snorted in amusement. "No." He let out a sniffling laugh and you laughed with him too seeing him nervous and shy.

"If you want to hit on me you can tell me straight up." You joked trying to shake off the nervousness you were feeling, Daryl's smile died a little on his lips looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

Silence fell over the two of you and you felt like you had messed up.

To be continued...

I hope you liked it!

See you in the next story!

[beet0pia]

thoughts?

So hear me out. i haven't updated the DarylxReader fic in a month. and thats partially because i have no ideas for the beginning prison era, and im considering just doing a pretty big time skip to an era that i do have ideas for. that being the second prison era, where they bring all the people in. but im hoping for some feedback on this idea. i really want to continue the fanfic i just have such bad writers block rn. so let me know i guess? :)

(edit: the other idea i have is to just kinda start a whole new kinda mini fic with my ideas)

[whitebasicb]

PROLOGUE-0

MEMORIES-Daryl Dixon

chapter 1

Author’s note: Okay so bear with me, this is the first fanfic I have ever wrote. The idea came to me while I was studying for my exams, I was getting pretty frustrated and I thought that writing about one of my favorites comfort characters would have helped. It did. Hopefully I’ll get used to this app and I’ll learn how to use it hehe. Please, DO contact me for mistakes or thoughts on my work, I would appreciate them a lot! I also tried not to give y/n any personal detail such as physique or things like that, let me know if this works!

*I promise, it will eventually get better!

WARNINGS: violence, language, deaths, twd things you may already know about.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader.

Pronouns of Y/N: she/her.

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It didn’t matter how hard I tried; every memory came out as a blur. I couldn’t remember for how long I’ve been surviving on my own, I couldn’t remember what life was like before the outbreak, couldn’t remember anything if my life depended on it. And even if I could actually find some glimpses of those years, I didn’t have anyone to share them with. Until I had found someone that helped me change my mind about it.

The World had never been kind to its inhabitants, dinosaurs are the perfect example. The choice of giving up just didn’t appeal to me, I only survived purely out of spite, me and the few people left on the Planet. We officially became the first species, the walkers our meteor.

When life itself ceased to exist and the epidemy took the worst outcome, I was roaming through the alleyways of my old University, the alarm went off and the lights went out, everything happened so fast that, to this day, it feels like a fever dream.

My legs teleported my whole body in my room, ears still ringing from that awful alarm, trying listen to what the Principal was saying, It was something between the lines of: ”keep calm, everything’s gonna be alright!” The last words of reassurance I would hear in years.

Everyone ran away, except for a few of us that didn’t really have a place to stay at. One of those guys was my roommate, trying to remember his name would be useless, he disappeared after panicking about his future, a few days after the bombs detonated on Georgia, a few kilometers far from the school. Some guy had the joy to later find him hanging from the ceiling of the library, which was thoughtful because, let’s be honest, who would ever seek for anything at all in a room full of books. It was the first walker we had the pleasure to see. The first of many that I had to put down, because no one still got in the point of view that he wasn’t a human anymore.

Years went by and I pushed my luck and tested myself by going out multiple times. I knew damn well what the risks of going out were, I had little to no experience in self-defense or anything of that matter. Hunting? Oh please, I couldn’t even hurt a fly by mistake, let alone willingly kill an animal. On the first runs I made I found what would have helped me to survive, weapons. The streets were empty most of the time, the locations had been left untouched by the locals that either died in the explosion not so far away or left at the first chance they got. The walkers were too slow even for someone like me, so I always found time to look and scavenge for food. I trained constantly in my room, I was no warrior, could kick no asses, but I was satisfied with my skills.

When the food in the cafeteria ran out, I decided that staying would have been useless and it would have probably killed me too. The few that stayed were turning feral, instead of looking for solidarity or help, they preferred verbally attacking each other at any given occasion.

I would often find shelter in some abandoned places and risk my neck trying to climb trees when I couldn’t find safety on the ground. Then, luck came knocking on my door.

Even if I enjoyed being on my own, I have to admit that at the time Alexandria was a piece of some untouched Heaven, and having to deal with other humans didn’t feel so bad anymore. I met Aaron the day I ate the last snack I had left in my backpack, it was the first human face I had seen in a while and it gave me comfort. I was struck by surprise when Deanna, the leader, told me that they were onto me the very exact moment I got into their radar, I always thought no one was around and that I was too stealthy to be detected by anyone. The rules were clear and my job too, given my youth and ‘abilities’ in surviving, I was chosen as the one to go out with the guy that saved me to find other survivors. The first attempts sucked, we would either find dangerous people or deranged fools we had no wish getting closer to, which would often lead to a somewhat of a fight between me and Aaron. We definitely had different points of view on who to call a ‘good’ guy. He was stubborn, he loved to think that each person we saw on the road was kind. I, on the other hand, was too diffident, too skeptical.

Back at the sanctuary I spent most of the time with him and Eric, his loving partner. He would tag along with us from time to time. I basically became their adoptive daughter and, for the first time, I didn’t mind being with other people, they were the only ones I would let myself grow affectionate with.

The sky was closing in on us when we first saw them; they were dirty, desperate and looking for either a miracle or food. It was Aaron’s idea to leave fully intact bottles of water, that he carried around as a peace offer, on the ground, mine to leave the message ‘From a friend.’ Well, these ideas weren’t appreciated, I tried my best to come up with the reason why they thrown the whole thing away, but my brain just couldn’t think of anything.

Then, the storm came.