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WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN by Angela Kang: Carol & Daryl ride off together!

The change with Melissa not going into the spin-off happened pretty late in the game. So we'd always planned that the two of them were going to ride off together. In the original version, they would've gone on the bike and pointed west and then would've gotten sidetracked.

And then when we were running the finale, we were like, "Okay, let's reconceive how they end." So it becomes, he rides off, and she's there to support him because there's no anger or anything between them about it. It's just he's going to go off on a mission, and she has a different mission right now.

My co-writers and I, we had a different version of the Daryl-Carol scene on the bench that was a little lighter in some places, but still got to a similar sort of, "I love yous," and things like that. But Norman and Melissa's wish was to just keep it really, really simple and emotional. So I kind of rewrote it accordingly. And I think they did an amazing job with it, so that's kind of how it all came about. It's all part of a collaboration, and we work on it.

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fanfic writers NEVER contemplate or apologise for your fic being over 3-5k words long, we readers LOVE longer fics!! anyways have a good day/night 🙂‍↕️

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 6,924 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: the prison Warnings: language, mild gore (killing walkers), really none! it's mostly fluff! Summary: Daryl realizes how touch-starved he's been and exactly who he wants to satisfy that with. Really just sweet, vulnerable Daryl.[he is baby in this fic 100%]

Daryl startled awake, shooting straight up on his bed.

“Wow! Sorry! I was trying to wake you up gently!”

He looked up at her with a steely glare. Then he let out a sigh and his shoulders slumped, the frantic alarmed feeling passing quickly as he realized it was just Carol. “The hell ya wakin’ me up for at all? I didn’t fall asleep until the sun was nearly up,” he growled, swinging his legs down over the edge of the bed and planting his feet on the floor. He still had his boots on.

She gave him a sympathetic look. “Sorry… but I really could use a hand. The water line is clogged up with mud again. The others are going to keep the herd on the fence occupied and thin the numbers down while I try to clear it. I could use you to watch my back.”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, alrigh’. Just gimme a few minutes. I’ll meet ya out in the yard.”

“Okay, Pookie” she teased him, smiling. She reached to affectionately smooth a hand over his tousled hair but he deflected it hurriedly and shot her another look that made her laugh. “I’ll see you in a minute,” she chuckled.

“Yeah, go on and get outta here… Pain in my ass,” he grumbled, climbing to his feet.

As Carol’s footsteps retreated outside his cell, he glanced at his reflection in the cracked mirror hanging on the cell wall. His hair was a mess and he did what he could to hastily smooth it with his hands before abandoning the effort with a grunt. He hurriedly grabbed his crossbow and fixed his knife in its sheath at his hip. Relacing his boots to make sure they were tight, he called it good and made his way through the prison.

As he stepped outside into the sunlight, he could already see that things were busy despite the early morning hour. Rick and Carl were in the garden plots with Hershel and everyone else seemed to either be chopping and stacking firewood or working down on the fence. It was rare for Daryl not to be the first one awake and it left him feeling off-balance. He hadn’t been sleeping hardly at all and it must have finally added up to pure exhaustion since he’d actually caught a few hours until Carol woke him.

His blue eyes, squinted against the light, searched for you out of subconscious habit. He spotted you alongside Glenn and Maggie on the fence. He felt his heart skipping a beat.

The gravel crunched under his boots as he headed to meet Carol who was waiting at the gate that led to the alleyway between the fences. She greeted him with a tight smile. “Ready?”

“Yep. Good to go,” he replied.

Carol opened the gate and Daryl followed her in. Soon they were passing by you, Glenn, and Maggie putting down walkers through the chainlink.

“Are you alright, Daryl?” Maggie called out, shading her eyes with a gloved hand. “I thought maybe you were sick or somethin’,” she said.

“Yeah, unusual for any of us to be up before you,” Glenn agreed, leaning on the metal rod in his hand.

“Christ, ev’rybody’s got somethin’ to say about it,” Daryl retorted. “Can’t a man get a couple hours of sleep for once?”

You turned after putting down a particularly large and loud walker, gore dripping off the end of the sharpened makeshift spear in your hand and you wiped at the stray strands of your hair that were sticking to your face with your arm. You skin was already glistening with sweat despite it being far from the hottest part of the day. You smiled at Daryl, squinting against the sun. “I didn’t say anything,” you laughed.

“Yeah, well thanks for that,” Daryl said, meeting your eyes. “Yer the only damn one…” He gulped, always a little nervous when your full attention was on him.

“Alright, alright,” Carol said, laughing. “I think we’ve teased poor Daryl enough for actually sleeping. Just keep the herd down this end, away from the water line, okay? We’re heading out to clear it now.”

You all nodded and returned to the task at hand. Daryl couldn’t help glancing back at you over his shoulder a few times, until he slipped out of the hole to the outside behind Carol and closed it back up behind him, lacing the sturdy wire back through the fencing and pulling it tight.

Carol pulled the water line up out of the creek and began twisting apart sections of it to clear out the mud and muck. “Yuck… no wonder we were hardly pulling any water in,” she said, shaking a particularly large chunk of red Georgia clay out of the nozzle.

“Mhm,” Daryl hummed, chewing on his bottom lip. His eyes scanned the surrounding tall grass and trees for any approaching stray walkers, but he found that they continually seemed to return to you on the fence almost on their own.

“Hey. Hey!” Carol was suddenly laughing. “Did you hear me?”

“Huh?” Daryl’s eyes snapped back to her. “Sorry.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him and a small, perhaps slightly knowing, smile curved her lips. “Distracted?” she asked.

He shifted. “Are ya done?”

Carol laughed to herself again and dusted off her hands. “Yeah, I think so.” She walked back to the stream with the end of the hose and dropped it back into the creek. “So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?” she asked as the two of them started back up the slope toward the fence.

Daryl shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe work on my bike. Probably due for a tune-up,” he drawled, slinging his crossbow back over his shoulder.

She nodded. “Sorry I woke you up. I was shocked you were still sleeping to be honest. I waited around a bit but—"

“Nah, s’alrigh’. I probably needed to get up anyway,” he replied, glancing ahead toward the fence again. The herd of walkers was dwindling with the efficient work of you and the others but the bodies were piling up on the outside now. Clean-up duty would be needed.

“Well, you should head inside and eat something,” Carol said. “I know you haven’t had anything yet today.”

He ran a hand back through his hair and nodded. “Yeah… maybe in a bit. I think ‘m gonna start pilin’ up those carcasses. We’ll need to burn ‘em later and it ain’t no good havin’ ‘em up against the fence, attractin’ new walkers.”

Carol stopped. “Oh. Yeah, true. I’ll help. Looks like they’re about done anyway,” she said.

He nodded and they strode over, dew down in the longer tufts of grass wetting their boots and hems. There were maybe six walkers left clawing at the fence and they were quickly cut down to three as he and Carol approached on the outside. Daryl pulled his gloves from his back pocket and tugged them on as Carol walked over, watching the last upright body fall onto the pile a moment later.

“How’s the water line?” you asked, gripping the fence, the tips of your fingers poking through.

“Should be all cleared out now,” Carol said. “Nice work,” she said, referring to the pile of bodies at her feet. “Daryl and I will start pulling these away from the fence and piling them to be burned.”

“Alright. I’ll come help,” you said, setting down the metal rod you’d been wielding and briefly wiping at the sweat glistening on your forehead with your forearm again.

“You sure? You’ve done more than your fair share of hard labor today,” Carol said. “Looks like Maggie and Glenn are already heading back up to rest.”

“Yeah, it’s alright. I don’t mind,” you said. “It’ll go faster with three of us.”

“Alright. Come on out! Thanks,” Carol said, giving you a grateful smile.

You nodded and hurried to let yourself out the makeshift opening to the outside. Daryl had already dragged away four bodies in the time it took for you to make your way over. You offered him a wide smile that had his heart jumping and he paused before he grabbed another walker, lacing the fingers of his gloves together in a nervous gesture. “Ya alrigh’?” he drawled. “Ya ain’t gotta help with this. Ya did a lot of work on them from the other side,” he said. Your cheeks and chest were flushed red with heat and effort and the cotton of your t-shirt was clinging to your damp skin.

You shrugged. “I’m all good. It’ll get done sooner this way,” you said. He watched your eyes flickering up over his face a couple times and he became suddenly self-conscious.

He cleared his throat. “What?”

You laughed lightly. “Oh—it’s just—you’ve got this one piece of hair sticking up—it’s been defying gravity since you first came out here. I’m just a little surprised it’s still hanging in there,” you joked. You pulled your gloves off and stepped up to him. “It’s just sticking straight up,” you laughed again, attempting to smooth it gently.

An electric shiver ran up Daryl’s back as your fingers combed through his hair. “What’s it matter?” he drawled, attempting to sound gruff and not what he was actually feeling… which was completely jittery. “Ain’t like ‘m tryin’ to win a beauty contest out here.”

“Oh, so you want to be a unicorn? Got it,” you teased him, redoubling your efforts and using both hands and your fingernails to try to combat the stray strand, but it only sprung right back up. You laughed again, your eyes crinkling at the corners. A fluttery feeling burst between Daryl’s lungs. You sighed and shook your head, stepping back and crossing your arms, surveying him. “Nope. Won’t cooperate. I guess you are stuck as a wild unicorn today,” you said. “At least until it comes in contact with a wet comb.”

“Comb? I dunno if I’ve even got one of those,” he joked. “Thanks for tryin’,” Daryl said, half-sarcastically. You only flashed him another grin. You pulled your gloves back on and headed back to the fence to grab a walker. Carol stopped beside Daryl and he grabbed the body she was dragging by the ankles and helped her swing it onto the newly-formed pile. She gave him an appraising look when she stood up, her eyebrows lifting slightly. “What?” he asked.

“No, nothing,” she said, smiling vaguely. But it certainly wasn’t lost on her that when she had attempted to ruffle his hair, her hand had been pushed away brusquely.

Daryl ducked his head and went back to work. You were still at the fence when he walked up beside you. You were attempting to untangle a disgusting mass of limbs to pull a single walker out. Your nose wrinkled and you let out a noise of disgust. “I don’t think I will ever get used to the smell of them,” you mused aloud.

Daryl looked up, about to respond, but suddenly your feet went out from under you and you were landing hard on your back, all the breath pushed out of your body. “Y/N!”

There was a surprisingly strong hand that had emerged from the pile of bodies gripping your ankle and low, muffled growls emanated from a walker beneath the heap that was not quite dead.

Daryl jumped into action immediately, stomping his boot down onto the grasping arm until it released you and then quickly tugging you away by gripping you under the arms. He collapsed down on the ground behind you and you came to rest partially against him, still gasping for air as your lungs had not yet returned to normal, still seized up from the fall. You found yourself completely unaware that you were laying back against his chest as you just focused on trying to breathe. Daryl didn’t dare move.

Carol came running over at full speed. “Oh my God! Are you okay?!”

All you could do was nod urgently, unable to talk still. You pressed a hand to your chest and willed your lungs to start drawing in air again. Your heart was pounding.

“Fucker didn’t scratch ya ,did he? Please, tell me he didn’t…” Daryl gasped. “Carol, check her ankles quick!”

Carol quickly bent over you and looked, sighing with relief. “No, she’s clean.”

It was about that time that your lungs started working again and you realized you were sort of on top of Daryl. “Oh, shit,” you breathed, sitting up and turning. “I’m sorry. I—I’m leaning on you,” you said hurriedly.

Daryl shook his head, his brow still furrowed deeply. “S’alrigh’. Are ya okay? Ya sure?”

You nodded, trying hard to slow your breathing and heart rate. “I’m okay. Just startled me more than anything.”

Daryl climbed to his feet and offered you his hand. He pulled you up. You both watched as Carol kicked a body aside and plunged her knife into the head of the walker that had grabbed you and was still moving. “Got him,” she said, straightening up, her knife dripping blood onto the grass.

It was then that you realized your hand was still in Daryl’s. He hadn’t let go. You could feel the calluses on his palms from digging with the shovels the week before and the calluses on his fingertips from drawing back his crossbow. His thumb was closed gently over the back of your hand. He seemed to have realized then that the moment had passed when he should have relinquished his gentle hold on you and he suddenly drew back, wiping his hand on his pants as if that would rid it of the electric tingle on his palm. “Are ya sure yer okay?” he asked again.

“Fine. I’m fine… just knocked the wind out of me for a minute,” you said.

“How was that one not dead?” he growled, moving to peer down at the body.

“Here,” Carol said, pointing at the neck. “Looks like whoever was trying to put it down just missed the back of head.”

Daryl straightened up, looking worried still. “We’ll have to remind ev’rybody to be more careful on the fence. What if somebody had gotten bit ‘cuz that fucker wasn’t quite dead?”

“It could’ve been my fault,” you said quickly. “I was working the fence too.”

“Well, I doubt ya need the reminder now,” Daryl said seriously, giving you a concerned look. You only nodded. “Look, why dun ya just head back up to the prison for a bit. Get outta the sun and get some water.”

You cocked your head as you looked at him. “What? No,” you laughed. “You think that’s enough to scare me off? Hell no, Dixon,” you said, already smiling at him again. “Let’s get this shit done.”

Carol smiled and shrugged. “You heard her, Dixon,” she teased, leaning down to grab another corpse by the wrists and pull it away.

The pile moved away from the fence and ready to be burned, you and Carol were about to start back to the prison when there was a rustling in the brush nearby. A scraggly looking walker wandered out and started toward the group of you, reaching up with hands that were missing several fingers.

Daryl unsheathed his knife with a well-practiced movement. “I got it,” he said, jogging over to put it down with a skillful stab to the head. He paced back, wiping his knife on his pants. “I’ll ask Rick where he put the gas/oil mixture for burnin’ this later. Ain’t no reason we gotta do it in this sun. Let’s head back up,” he drawled.

You nodded in agreement and pulled your gloves off, glancing at him with a half-smile. “Hey, do you have your bandana on you?” you asked.

“Mhm,” he said pulling it out from his back pocket and offering it to you. “Why?”

You took it, stepped in close to him, and dabbed at a spray of blood on the side of his neck from the walker he’d just put down, wiping it away. “You didn’t feel it?” you laughed. “Apparently it was a juicy one.” You held his bandana out to him again.

“Thanks,” he said, feeling his face flush a little with heat. He noticed Carol watching the interaction with that same vague smile on her face. He ducked his head and cleared his throat. “Alrigh’. Let’s head back inside them fences… One close call is more than enough for today.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

When Daryl saw you again in a few hours, he could tell you’d cleaned up after your morning shift on the fence. Your hair was down, framing your face and was shining in the sun. There was no more sweat or grime clinging to your skin anymore. You waved as you caught his eyes already on you and he gulped as you made your way over.

Daryl, on the other hand, was still just as filthy as he had been when you all left the pile of walkers outside the fence behind, perhaps moreso. His hands were covered in oil and grime from working on his bike. He felt suddenly self-conscious as you stopped beside him in your fresh clothes.

“I was looking for you,” you said.

“Me?” Daryl straightened up next to his bike.

“Yeah. Carol said you haven’t eaten anything all day,” you said pointedly, your eyebrows lifting.

He shrugged. “Just ain’t gotten around to it yet, I guess,” he drawled, fiddling with the tool in his hands.

“I see. You’re just entirely too busy to take care of yourself?” you retorted. As you talked, you reached out and wiped away a smudge of oil on his forearm casually.

Daryl, however, couldn’t be casual about the spark he’d just felt from that little touch of your fingertip. It jumped up to his arm and seemed to have made its way to his heart, because it was now racing. He gulped.

“Well, what if I fix you a bowl of something and bring it out? You worked hard this morning. You should eat,” you said, cocking your head at him. “We can’t have you suddenly passing out out here and faceplanting onto the cement,” you teased him.

He fixed his blue eyes on you for a long moment. “Ya ain’t gotta do that. ‘M almost done out here. I can come in and—”

You grabbed his arm again and Daryl almost stepped backwards from the way his body seemed to react to your touch again. It was nearly overwhelming. “Daryl, what I asked was if you would eat it if I brought it out. It’s a simple question,” you said, shooting him a playful look. “So?” Your hand was still on his arm. It was light and gentle, but he could feel the softness of your skin. He stared at it for a long second and then managed to clear his throat enough to respond. “Y—yeah, I’d eat it, I guess.”

“Good,” you said, nodding. “I’ll be right back then.” You disappeared back inside.

Rick happened to wander by carrying the gas can for burning the pile of walkers just a minute later. Daryl was bent over his bike, muttering expletives under his breath. “Ho—watch out!” Rick said suddenly, and Daryl shot up as he felt Rick’s hand brush his back.

Daryl jumped, spun around, and shook him off. “What the hell, man?” Daryl growled.

Rick laughed and held his hand up, palm out. “Sorry! You had a huge horsefly on your back! You’re welcome.” He shook his head. “With that reaction next time I might just let you get bit,” Rick joked.

Daryl shook his head. “Sorry. Ya just startled me is all.”

“It’s alright,” Rick replied. “I’ll go take care of those bodies.” He gestured with the gas can.

Daryl nodded. “Alrigh’. Be careful out there. Fire will probably bring more of ‘em in.”

“I’ll take Glenn out with me,” Rick said, and then he was off.

A moment later you were back with a bowl of food for him. It was some kind of noodles with some venison and a few fresh tomatoes from the garden. “Alright. Break time, Daryl,” you demanded. “I need to make sure you actually eat, since apparently you won’t.”

Daryl tugged his bandana from his back pocket and mopped at the oil on his skin the best he could.

You set the bowl in his hands and your fingertips brushed his skin. You didn’t seem to notice. For Daryl it was impossible not to. “Thanks,” he murmured, grabbing a seat on a nearby concrete block.

“No problem.” You came and sat down next to him, sighing good-naturedly and looking out over the green grass of the yard. Rick was just lighting up the pile of walkers outside the fence. A breeze was blowing the tops of the trees around, sending the leaves fluttering and changing their hues. Fluffy clouds drifted by lazily.

Daryl dragged a hand across his mouth. “Mmm. S’good. Thanks,” he murmured, hurriedly taking another bite. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until he’d started eating.

You smiled at his voracious eating habits and leaned your chin on your hand, your elbow propped on your knee. You reached over again with your free hand and attempted to smooth that same stubborn strand of his hair that had been sticking up all day. Goosebumps rose up Daryl’s back.

“Thought ya gave that up as a lost cause,” Daryl said through a mouthful, holding absolutely still while your fingers were in his hair.

“I did. Was just… I don’t know,” you shrugged, smiling. “I kind of like it.”

He shot you a look like you were crazy.

“What?” you laughed. “It’s endearing!”

“Yer nuts,” he joked, ducking his head again and turning back to his food. He didn’t see you biting your bottom lip as you looked at him, a fond and soft light in your eyes.

_ _ _ _ _ _

That evening, most of the group was gathered around a bonfire out in the yard. You’d all roasted scraps of venison from a deer Daryl had shot the day before, supplemented with vegetables from the garden and everyone was full and happy. Carol was rocking Judith and cooing over her. Maggie, Glenn, and Beth were playing a rowdy game of cards. Rick and Carl seemed content to watch the people they loved enjoying themselves and you and Hershel were off to one side talking about plans for fall crops when cool season time rolled around again.

Daryl was the only one who had wandered away by himself and seemed to be standing watch on one of the guard platforms. You noticed his broad-shouldered silhouette against the sky and excused yourself.

He turned at the sound of steps on the rattling metal stairs and straightened up when he saw you come around the corner.

You looked up and smiled at him and his heart jumped. “Hey,” you greeted him.

“Hey. Everythin’ alrigh’?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. You came to stand beside him at the railing and leaned forward on your forearms. “You okay? Were we all too rowdy down there?” you asked.

“‘M good. Just thought somebody should be on watch, ya know?”

“Mmm,” you hummed, nodding.

“It doesn’t always have to be you though,” you said. “You take on a lot. You’re allowed to relax too. Your worth as a person isn’t tied to what you can do for the group.”

He looked at you with a semi-startled expression on his handsome face.

“And I see now that you needed to hear that,” you said your eyebrows lifting. “It’s true.”

You turned and looked back out over the shadows settling into the yard and the warm orange glow illuminating your found family.

Daryl was chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully. He lifted a hand to rub at his right shoulder, wincing a little as he rotated it.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nah, s’nothin’. I must’a tweaked it when I was movin’ my bike this afternoon. Tha’s all. S’fine.”

“Hmm. Alright. Turn around,” you said, straightening up.

“What?” Daryl asked, one of his eyebrows quirked up with the question.

“I said turn around,” you said again.

“Why?”

“Just turn around!” you laughed. “What, are you scared of me?”

“Maybe a little,” Daryl replied, a half-smile turning up one corner of your mouth.

Your hands landed on your hips and you cocked your head at him with attitude. He surrendered and turned so his back was to you.

Your hands landed gently on his shoulders and you worked your fingers into his stiff muscles. They seemed to melt beneath your touch. “You are tense,” you said. You moved to massage his sore shoulder and you could feel that one specific spot seemed particularly tight and inflamed. Your touch became gentler and Daryl’s eyes shut. He was almost leaning into the light workings of your hands. “How’s that feel?” you asked him.

All he could get out was a satisfied hum which made you smile.

“You definitely pulled something over here. You’ll have to go easy on it for a bit.”

“Mmm,” he hummed. “Maybe ya can just keep doin’ that ‘til it’s all better,” he drawled.

You laughed lightly. “I take it this feels okay then,” you said.

“Mhm,” he hummed again.

You smiled to yourself. The man deserved a little TLC. After all, you had scared the shit out of him when that walker grabbed you. You’d never forget the sound of his panicked voice yelling your name.

Just then, there was more clattering on the stairs and your hands left Daryl’s shoulders as you both turned to look. Carol came around the corner and stopped short. “Oh—sorry. I hope I’m not interrupting, um, anything,” she said, smiling.

You felt your cheeks flush and Daryl was feeling the same thing in his chest and face. “No. Not at all,” you said, leaning back against the railing.

“I was just looking for Daryl,” she explained.

“You found him,” you said. “I should head back down and see if Rick needs help getting Judith down for bed anyway.” You glanced back over at Daryl and gave him a small smile. “Night. See you in the morning. Night, Carol.”

Daryl watched you go until you disappeared into the deepening darkness. Then he felt Carol’s eyes on him. He turned at looked at her and her expression and postured, crossed arms and all, could only be described as smug. “What?” he asked, nestling the edge of his thumbnail in between his teeth and biting down.

“I’m really sorry if I did interrupt something,” she said pointedly.

“Interrupt what?” he drawled, a little irritated.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head at him. “Let me just ask you something. How come eight out of ten times if I go to ruffle your hair or wipe a smudge of something gross off you, I get my hand smacked away, but Y/N always seems able to make contact, hmm?”

Daryl’s brow furrowed. He simply stared back at her. Internally though, his mind and his heart were working in overdrive.

Carol laughed. “You don’t have to answer. I think we both know why,” she said with a satisfied smile.

Daryl sighed and ruffled a hand back through his wavy hair before resuming his position leaning on the railing next to Carol.

“You do like her though, don’t you?” Carol asked.

Daryl only continued to stare out over the dark yard, chewing on his bottom lip in that signature way of his. Carol’s smile widened and she nodded.

“I thought so.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

“Well, you beat all of us awake again today. I guess everything is back to normal,” Glenn said, kindly reaching out to give Daryl a friendly pat on the shoulder as he passed him. The archer flinched and Glenn gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry,” he said quickly.

“Oh—nah, s’alrigh’,” Daryl drawled. “Just startled me… And yeah. Hope ya slackers had a good snooze. Some of us gotta get shit done around here,” he joked, shouldering his crossbow and heading toward the door to leave.

You happened to be coming back in with Judith in your arms and Daryl nearly ran into you, stopping short to avoid the collision. You laughed and greeted him, one of your hands reflexively landing flush in the center of his chest and staying there until the two of you had side-stepped around each other.

Glenn came to sit beside Maggie again, handing her the cup of tea he’d just gotten for her. “Did you see that? How he flinched?” he asked, a little sadly, his head indicating Daryl before the archer slipped out the door.

“Mhm,” Maggie nodded. “But did ya see that?” she asked, a faint smile tugging on her lips now. She nodded toward you across the room where you were sitting with Judith.

Glenn shook his head. “No. What? I was at the stove.”

Maggie’s smile widened. “Daryl nearly ran into her. She put her hand out and it landed right in the middle of his chest and it stayed there until they made their way around each other. And it almost seemed like Daryl didn’t want to step away from her. He didn’t flinch. He may have even moved in closer. He couldn’t stop lookin’ at her,” Maggie said.

Glenn nodded slowly, his eyebrows lifting as realization dawned on him. “Well, last night… the two of them disappeared from the bonfire... You don’t think—?”

“I don’t know,” Maggie laughed jovially. “But if they aren’t, they should. Daryl needs that. And he’d be good for her too. He’s always been so protective of her and you can just tell there’s somethin’ there.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

It was late afternoon when you spotted Daryl taking a break out in the yard. He was sitting on the stump used to chop wood, the axe leaning up against the wood pile nearby. Having just finished sorting some of the newly discovered supplies with Carol, you were ready for a break yourself.

“Hey,” you greeted him, tugging another round of wood over next to him.

“Hey,” he returned, watching you take a seat beside him. He found himself wringing his hands a little nervously.

As you settled in next to him, your arm floated behind him for a moment, your palm gently rubbing across his shoulder blades, almost giving his back a gentle scratch, and then tapering off down his spine in an affectionate gesture. Daryl froze, fluttering bursting to life in his chest again. Electric tingles ran up his back. He swallowed hard. “Why d’ya do that?” he asked suddenly.

You turned and gaze him a questioning look, the small smile dying on your lips. “Do what?”

“Ya know, ya rub my back or—or try to smooth down my hair—”

Your eyes went a bit round and then your brow furrowed, casting shadows over the rich color of your irises. “Oh. Does it bother you? I’m—I’m sorry, Daryl. I probably should have asked you if you were okay with me breaking the touch barrier like that with you. I’m really sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. I won’t—”

“What? No. No, it doesn’t—I, uhh—I just mean—” Fuck. How could he explain this without having to confess all his deeply held feelings for you on the spot? “It’s—it’s nice… is all,” he finished lamely.

Your expression relaxed. “Yeah?”

He nodded, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth. “I just—I ain’t ever really had anybody that—that did that kinda stuff with me, ya know? I mean—” he broke off. He didn’t want to go there. He’d had sex. He wasn’t completely inexperienced, but it had never felt anywhere near as intimate as your fingertips brushing his arm did.

Your lips formed a soft pout and the worry lines in your forehead reappeared. “You mean, touched you… affectionately?”

He nodded a little, keeping his eyes fixed toward the horizon, unable to look at you in that exact moment. “Yeah.”

Your heart ached. You nodded. “I see…” you breathed. You paused thoughtfully for a moment. You thought of all the people in your past who had touched you with love of all kinds—your parents, your best friend, hugs from extended relatives and friends, playfully holding hands as a child, touches with past partners… To think Daryl had never really had any of that broke your heart. You turned toward him and your fingers landed lightly along his jaw, gently turning his face toward you so you could see his bright blue eyes. You clasped his face for a moment and his eyes closed for just a split second. He actually leaned into the touch of your palm and you felt another pang in your chest. “I’m sorry,” you said softly, your fingertips trailing off his skin. “You should have had people your whole life touching you with love and friendship and care. And I’m so sorry you didn’t. We all need touch. It’s something fundamental to us as humans.”

You were close together, your knees almost bumping together.

Daryl’s eyes flickered between yours. “Yeah… I dun think I realized that until—pretty recently,” he said. “But ya don’t, uhh—I mean, I’ve noticed ya don’t… do the same thing with ev’rybody. I mean—not—not exactly the same,” he ventured.

“You noticed?” A small smile came back to your face. “No. You’re right. I don’t,” you agreed. You gave him a significant look and his heart began absolutely pounding in his chest, like he was running for his life, hard and fast.

“Oh…” he drawled, his eyes going suddenly unfocused.

“Yeah,” you said with a laugh, your cheeks heating with a blush. “Um, listen—come find me after dinner tonight. I’ve got first watch in the guard tower. Alright?” You stood and Daryl found himself looking up at you, wishing you wouldn’t go.

He could ask you to stay… but he just nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “Alright. Tonight.”

“Great,” you said, flashing him a smile that made him glad he was sitting down already. You would have nearly knocked his knees out. How was he going to make it through the rest of the day? The waiting would be excruciating…

_ _ _ _ _ _

Daryl looked up at the guard tower and could see your silhouette out on the platform against the warm splash of color from the setting sun. Inside the tower, a lantern glowed softly, illuminating the windows. He made his way up the winding stairs, trying to swallow his nerves to the best of his ability, but he found it wasn’t much use. He wiped his hands on his pants, suddenly aware that his palms were sweaty.

He pushed into the tower and found the door out onto the platform standing open. You looked over your shoulder at the sound of his boots and smiled at him, before returning to leaning on the railing, staring at the hues of salmon and orange and deep reds blazing across the sky as the sun sunk behind the trees at the horizon.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” you asked, meaning the sunset.

Daryl licked his lips nervously, but he was looking at you. “Yeah,” he drawled.

“I like how the sky is never the exact same. No two skies are alike. Something is always different with the colors or the clouds or the particular shade of blue. It makes me feel like even though the world has gone to complete shit… it hasn’t really. You know?”

Daryl leaned onto the railing beside you on his forearms and drank in the scene, humming his agreement. “Mhm.” He nervously shifted. “Um… why’d—why’d ya ask me up here?” He couldn’t stand the strenuous anticipation and wondering any longer.

You turned giving him a sympathetic smile. “Sorry. You’ve probably been wondering all day. Well… I was wondering if I could kiss you and this seemed like a nice place to do it—private, nice view, stars will be out soon, unlikely to be interrupted…”

Daryl thought he must have heard you wrong. “Wait—what?”

You smiled at him, your eyes sparking with light. “I’d like to kiss you, if that’s alright?”

He stared at you. “Ya wanna kiss me?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Huh… well—what if I wanna kiss you first?”

You gave him an amused look, cocking an eyebrow at him. “Then, I’d say this works out for both of us?” you laughed.

He ducked his head for a moment. “Cuz I’ve wanted to kiss ya for—for a long time now. Prob’ly longer than you’ve wanted to kiss me,” he admitted. He shot a cautious look at your expression but you still just had that serene smile on your face.

“Daryl—” you said, stepping in toward him and gently taking hold of the front of his vest, “I don’t care who initiates it, but I’d like it to happen n—”

You didn’t get the last word out, because Daryl’s lips landed flush on yours and his hand was tangling into your hair, the other landing lightly on your waist. He seemed a little tense at first, nerves maybe, but quickly you melted into each other, your knees weakening, and he tugged you against him as your arms looped around his neck.

Your hearts were racing in time together and you were both breathless when you broke apart, pulling back only enough to breathe. Daryl’s fingers drummed anxiously on your lower back.

“Was… that alrigh’?” he asked.

“Alright?” you repeated. “It was perfect,” you said.

He looked relieved. “Good. ‘Cuz… it was for me too,” he said softly. “And I’d like to do it again, if tha’s alrigh’?”

You grinned and arched into him, crashing your lips against his. This kiss was fiery and hungry and you didn’t break apart for a long time. Daryl held your body firmly against his and the two of you moved without any clumsiness or reticence, reading each other easily and sinking into it.

The sun was now nearly completely gone and the first stars were appearing in the inky sky. The moon was rising. You bit your bottom lip, looking up at Daryl. “I was hoping you’d stay until my shift is over.”

“Mmm,” Daryl nodded, his hands still on your waist. “Alrigh’. But s’gonna be hard to keep watch with ya distractin’ me.”

“Well, there are two of us… only one of us really needs to be watching at a time,” you joked, laughing lightly. You stroked your fingers through his wavy hair, brushing it away from his face, and his eyes closed at your touch. “I brought a blanket up to sit on. Come on.”

Daryl settled down on it first and then nudged his head in a way as to request that you sink down against him. His arm draped behind you and landed on your hip. His fingers moved a little absently, feeling your softness and angles. “Thanks,” he said suddenly.

“Hmm? For what?” you asked, looking over at him and catching his eyes for a moment before he ducked his head and shrugged.

“For bein’ you and… bein’ the way ya are with me,” he drawled. He didn’t know how to voice that as long as he’d known you, every little touch you gave him, innocent or maybe more, felt like nothing he’d ever felt before, and he found himself craving it, craving you. But he’d never known for sure, beyond the doubt instilled in him, if it was one-sided or not. Now, he knew.

"You don't have to thank me. You deserve to feel wanted, Daryl. You are." You smiled at him and then tucked yourself against him, your head resting under his chin, your hand moving softly on his bare arm, leaving tingles in its wake. The last light of the sun disappeared and was replaced with the cool glow of the moon and endless stars, and the two of you soaked in each other. Daryl seemed more confident as the minutes passed and drank you in, slowly touch-starved no longer and hoping he would never be again.

[etclouie]

where the heart is

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: after a late night, you and Daryl overslept the next day, resulting in your children waking you both up (Daryl Dixon x !fem reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: alexandria before the saviors

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: pure fluff, slight innuendo towards sex, father daryl, soft daryl, hints to daryl wanting another kid, lmk if i missed any!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 997

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: first post on here, this is nerve wracking😣

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 twd masterlist | main masterlist

you and Daryl had been up later than usual the night prior, a glass of wine from a bottle he’d found on a previous run had both of you giggling throughout the night. 

putting your two children to bed shortly after dinner, while the bottle of wine sat on the kitchen counter, practically calling your names. 

it started by popping the bottles cork to have a glass each, and then it spiralled. half a bottle later and kiss swollen lips each, and you were both stumbling upstairs to your bedroom. 

clothes askew before being scattered around the room, covers thrown back while hands explored the others body. 

heavy breaths and fleeting touches, spurring into the early hours of the morning before cuddling up to the other. 

at some point throughout the night, you’d both cleaned up and put on clean clothes before cuddling up to each other liked before. 

your late night rendezvous caused you both to oversleep the next morning, still wrapped up in the others arms. 

Daryl’s head lay on your chest, and his right arm draped across your stomach. lips pressing aimless kisses across your skin while your fingers threaded through his hair, humming contentedly as he nestled his face into the crook of your neck. 

eyes growing tired once more as the morning sun pushed through the curtains, casting a golden shadow throughout the room. 

sleep beckoning you both into it’s grasp before low giggling sounded from the other side of your bedroom door, tilting your head to catch the rounded door knob twist open and in run your two children. 

hearing Daryl groan as your daughter climbed into bed and settled next to you both, while your younger son waddled in slowly after her and to your side of the bed. 

hands reaching out for him before lifting him up into bed with the three of you, holding the youngest Dixon in your lap while Daryl turned to lie on his back with an arm behind his head. 

your daughter sat between you and Daryl, watching her pull back the blankets and cuddle into Daryl’s side. her small head on his chest while he wrapped his right arm around her small frame, letting her cuddle in closer to him. 

watching with a tired smile while your son babbled away in your lap, just shy of being able to start forming coherent words. 

Daryl’s voice a gruff murmur in response to your current situation, the four of you in bed while the sounds of paws padded along the wooden floor of the hallway. 

“ya need to get them out, too early”

readying yourself to reply when Dog strolls into the room, hopping up into bed as well earning another groan of annoyance from Daryl. 

your daughter squinting through one of her eyes and giggling as her hand lifted from Daryl’s chest to pet Dog while he also lay atop of Daryl. 

“they’re just enjoying having you home, don’t blame them” 

you had shrugged, back against the headboard while your son continued babbling away on your lap. his eyes big and rounded as they flicked over to Daryl, his tiny hands making a grabbing motion towards the eldest Dixon. 

a huff coming from Daryl before holding his hands out to take your son too, holding him against his chest while he settled and making Dog move to get comfortable again. 

an amused chuckle leaving you at the sight of your little family, all huddled around Daryl as his grumbled protests died down. 

leaning in closer to press a kiss to Daryl’s temple before mimicking the act with your daughter, carefully climbing out of bed trying not to disturb them, your voice a soft whisper into the quiet room. 

“why don’t i take them and go make breakfast, hm?”

a pleading hum rumbled from Daryl’s chest while his right hand tapped at your daughters back to gather her attention, watching him nod in your direction while she crawled towards you.

hooking your left arm around her and sitting her on your hip, walking round the bed to pick up your son and set him on your other hip. 

watching as Daryl’s hands scratched at Dogs head while your daughter waved goodbye to them both. walking out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen, missing Daryl’s soft murmur of wanting to give you another baby. 

once in your kitchen, you set your son down in his high chair and your daughter on an island stool, standing opposite them both and leaning against the counter. 

“what we thinking bubs?”

your daughter had giggled to herself, tapping at her chin as she thought of the different breakfast meals either you or Daryl had made previously. watching as she leaned closer excitedly before exclaiming her choice excitedly. 

“pancakes!”

chuckling to yourself before turning to the stove, grabbing the various different things you needed to make pancakes, the sound of her babbling to your son made you hum contentedly while Dogs paws padded down the wooden stairs followed by a groggy Daryl. 

reaching a hand down to scratch between Dog’s ears as he saddled by before he wandered off throughout the house, all while Daryl’s footsteps grew closer. 

an arm wrapping around your waist and a kiss being pressed to your temple, humming while tilting your head to press a chaste kiss to his lips before your daughters voice called you both out of your moment. 

“ewww!”

a huffed chuckle leaving Daryl as he untangled himself from your arms, walking around the island to sit in the stool between your daughter and son in his high chair, placing a kiss to both of their heads as he sat down. 

this. 

this is what made mornings for you, even if it was deemed too early for Daryl. 

this is what both of you deserved, family is what you both needed. 

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[thewhoreforhordes]

At Your Service

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!: could i request carl x reader and it’s just a bunch of different moments where he shows acts of service as a love language and how the group notices and teases him or smth?? TYYYYY

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥’𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥’𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

𝐞𝐫𝐚: 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Carl would DEFINITELY teach you how to shoot a gun if you didn't know already. He can't have you out with walkers without you knowing how to shoot.

It was a peaceful morning in Alexandria, as you sat at your dining table drinking, likely well past expired, instant coffee, flipping through a book you and Carl had found on a run weeks prior.

Of course, your calm period would soon end with a knock at your door. You cock a curious eyebrow at the door before taking one last sip of your coffee and sighing, before getting up to see who it is.

You are pleasantly surprised to see Carl standing there, with a look you can only describe as purposeful. "Oh hey, Carl! I wasn't expecting you today." You beamed with a smile that Carl adored so much.

But, he wasn't just here to gawk over your pretty smile. "May I come in?" He inquired, glancing around the inside of your home behind you.

You nodded suspiciously, stepping aside for him, and shutting the door behind him. "So what's up?"

"I want to teach you how to use a gun, Y/N."

"Okay, straight to the point." You giggle, walking over to him and crossing your arms. "Why, exactly?"

"You need to be safe outside the walls. You can't keeping using your knife, or whatever's available at the time, Y/N/N." He glances down at you, and you can tell he's serious.

Carl doesn't take the safety of his loved ones as a joke.

—ミ★彡—

Which, is how you ended up here after what felt like hours of convincing to Carl, but in reality was about twenty minutes.

He stood so close behind you, you could feel his breath on your neck. "So, I want you to keep a steady stance—" He began to explain, as you felt watching eyes on the two of you. You turn in the direction of the sensation. It was Tara snickering to herself about this situation.

Needless to say, you— well, Carl— never lived that moment down.

"'Oh, Y/N, let me press up against you to teach you how to shoot a gun!!'" One of the resident teens in Alexandria, who was Carl's friend, teased, laughing his ass off.

"It wasn't like that! She just.. didn't know how to shoot one so I.. offered to teach was all." Carl muttered with a scoff.

"Dude, you were totally rubbing up on her!" The teenager continued, tears forming in his eyes from the utter enjoyment.

Carl giving you his flannel when it's chilly outside.

It was a frigid December evening in the gated community, and you walked, travel-cup in hand, alongside the sheriff's boy.

"I totally miss normal holidays. What do you think, instead of evergreen trees we string a walker up with Christmas lights?" You glance over at the boy who's cheeks were lightly dusted with pink, which you could only assume was caused by the cold.

"Good luck finding Christmas lights." Carl chuckled to himself as a cold blast of winter air blows through the town, swaying trees, and causing goosebumps to form on your skin.

You shiver at the icy wind, holding your arms. Carl takes immediate note of this and slides his flannel over your shoulders without a word.

"What's this for?"

"You seemed cold." He shrugged, playing off the gesture like nothing.

But to you it was everything.

Wearing his flannel around after that, however? So. Much. Teasing. From. The. Group.

Having been called to an urgent meeting by Rick, you glance around your living room for something quick to throw on to protect against the temperatures.

After a moment or so of searching, you spot something messily thrown over the back of your couch.

Carl's flannel.

You debate wearing it, realizing the implications it brings and what the group might think of it, although the urgency of the moment causes you to throw all of that out the window, as you snatch it off the couch and race out the door while putting it on.

—ミ★彡—

You stood in the town hall of sorts within the safe-zone, swaying upon your feet, your arms crossed and your eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Carl stood next to Rick as always, scanning the group for all who were in attendance. Soon enough, his eyes fell upon you, for longer than they probably should've.

Were you wearing his shirt?

His face flushed, remembering how you got it. Wow, did you look good. As you spoke to Aaron about plans for recruiting, you began to feel eyes boring into your soul.

Shit, was the flannel too big of a deal? No one had said anything to you about it— yet. You started to run through every thought before looking up and meeting Carl's eyes for a second, causing him to look away embarrassed.

"I think if we take this path—" Aaron paused, inspecting the expression on your face. He assumed you'd stopped paying attention a second ago due to you nodding along to clearly horrible ideas, but he couldn't figure out why you were so unfocused.

Luckily, it didn't take a genius to realize why you were spacey. He followed your stare, ending up at the sheriff's boy, making him chuckle.

Having heard what sounded like a teasing laugh, you snap out of your trance of sorts, shooting a glare to Aaron. "What?" You ask harshly.

"Nothing, just seems like a certain blue-eyed cowboy has your attention, so much so you think walking straight into a horde sounds like a good idea." He barely stifles his laughter.

"Who? Carl? No, no!" You exclaim, desperately trying to explain the situation.

"Isn't that his flannel?" Aaron cocks an eyebrow at you, snorting.

You pause in your tracks, realizing he has a point. You were wearing his flannel, and you were staring at him across the hall.

He had caught you red-handed.

Little things mattered to you, even if they were things you didn't even need help with.

You stood, waltzing around the library a few blocks from Alexandria. Having freshly been de-walkerfied, and deemed safe, you waltzed around between the bookshelves utterly carefree.

Of course, you had dragged Carl along, however he was happy to join, of course. He loved reading a good comic or two, and where better to find them than a safe, undead-less library?

Having found yourself in what was previously the young adult novel section, which is now  miscellaneous books strewn about haphazardly upon a few shelves.

A frown quickly spread on your face, for your favorite section to be in such disarray. You began placing the books back where they belonged, starting from the bottom shelf and working your way up.

Unfortunately for you, once you reached the shelf at eye-level, you realized one of the books needed, was placed on the top shelf. You sighed, and lifted up onto your tippy-toes, and reached as far as your arm would let you, to no avail.

Carl, on the other hand, had found a lovely area to sit and read some comic he stumbled upon, thankfully for you, within eyesight of the young adult novel section. As you struggled to reach for the book, Carl flipped the page, glancing up over the papers, to be met with your predicament.

You stretched and grabbed, only to be met with nothing. Suddenly, the book you needed was plucked off the top shelf and into your hand with one swift motion. You glance up confused, to be met with your one-eyed beauty.

"Here." He says simply, giving you a small smile.

"I could've gotten it, you know." You roll your eyes, with an equally as stupid small smile.

"I know you could've. Just didn't want to watch you struggle."

Of course, he knew that you wouldn't have been able to grab it anytime soon, but who was he to say that?

Author's Note: aahhh!!! you guys this is my first carl request thank you so much!! i hope i did it justice and you guys enjoy!! i'm sorry this took so long i've been so busy with family and friends!! let me know if there's anything else you want me to do! be good peeps! <3

[dix0nspretty]

Knives, Bikes, and Stitches, Oh My!

Summary: Daryl is working on his motorcycle and you watch. Too bad you can't keep your focus.

Daryl Dixon x F!Reader, 1.3k words

Era: Prison (again) because he's just so yummy...

TW: Mention of blood and stitches. Maybe chronic horniness?

Y'all loved my first story and I hope this one whets your appetites just as well! I have no idea how motorcycles or vehicles of literally any kind work, so please feel free to educate me in the comments.

You put the fear of God in Daryl every time he sees you with a knife.

It’s not that you can’t use one. On the contrary, you’re a force to be reckoned with when you’re fighting. Sometimes all that can be seen of you in a fight is the shine of blood-tinged metal as you slash and stab at whatever is attacking with your twin blades. No, your knives are comfortable and at home in your grip. Maybe too comfortable.

“How many times I got to tell ya to stop eatin’ off yer damn knife?” Daryl’s rough accent sounds out in the empty courtyard. His head is bowed low as he works on his bike, not looking up as he speaks.

I’m perched on the tabletop of one of the prison’s picnic tables eating a can of peaches. Daryl, for some reason unknown to me, had elected to start taking his bike apart and putting it back together and I followed along to watch the process. I don’t know shit about vehicles, much less motorcycles, but I like spending time with the grumpy man.

“It’s fine, I’m not gonna cut myself.” I tell him as I tilt my head down to drag a slice of peach off the blade. Daryl’s eyes don’t move from the work in front of him, but I can feel him watching me. I pull the chunk into my mouth and lick the blade clean of the sticky juice.

“Told ya to cut it out.” I’m eating the canned fruit haphazardly, not paying any attention to how close I am to the edge. Daryl shakes his head. He knows it’s a matter of time before I cut my lip or tongue.

At his repeated command, I roll my eyes but pull away from the edge of my knife. I set the can of peaches down and watch him. His brown hair is getting longer now and it’s sliding down into his eyes, shielding most of his face from my watchful gaze.

“What are you doing, anyways?” I ask. I scoot myself closer to the edge of the table and peer down over his shoulder. He has one of his tools in his hand and some pieces of metal I can’t identify. It is roughly the size of my fist and cylindrical. Whatever it is, it looks important.

Daryl glances over his shoulder, feeling my curious eyes looking down. He huffs and continues his task. “Workin’.”

“No shit. Working on what?” I’m playing with my knife in my fingers, absentmindedly twisting and flipping it. Daryl looks up at me through his hair, squinting one eye against the sunlight. My breath catches in my throat, and I try to play it cool.

“Do ya really want to know or are ya jus’ bored?” He asks in his gruff voice. I don’t answer for a second. He looks so pretty. Get a grip, Y/N, I think to myself.

“Really want to know. Come on, I don’t know anything about bikes. Teach me something.” Daryl squints at me for several seconds longer and I’m convinced he’s going to send me inside to bother someone else, but he slowly starts talking.

“’M cleanin’ the carburetor.” He tilts his hand up to show me the same piece I was looking at earlier. “It’s startin’ to get clogged.”

“Oooookay. What’s that do?”

“It keeps the engine runnin’ smooth, basically. Don’t keep it clear and that can fuck up the bike, make it stall or overheat. Gotta take it apart and clean it every few months.”

Daryl lets me watch over his shoulder as he points out different parts of the carburetor and how to clean them. After a few minutes, his gruff voice starts to fade out and my mind begins to wander.

He just looks so good. His hands are greasy and dirty from all of his work today and his biceps are sweaty from the Georgia heat. He’s wearing one of his simple black shirts that already fit him so well and the sweat is only making him look more delicious. I’m watching his hands work over the small brass jets when I feel burning heat in my palm and look down.

I’d been messing with my knife the entire time and cut myself. I instinctively let go of the blade and it hits the concrete with a harsh clang. Daryl’s head lifts at the noise and he spins around right as I rush to tuck both hands behind my back. I look like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar and I’m trying to hide the chocolatey evidence. Except this time, it’s blood.

Daryl’s eyes run over me for a second, then flick down to my knife as it sits on the dirty floor. He slowly bends down and picks it up. “Y/N.” He starts, a low warning in his tone.

“It’s fine! I’m fine, I just dropped it.” My voice rambles out. There’s a high, nervous note to it and I’m hoping to God he doesn’t notice.

He raises an eyebrow. “If yer fine, why’s the knife got fresh blood on it?” Fuck.

“Uhhhhh.” I look around the courtyard, trying to find an excuse. I, naturally, see nothing. “Magic?”

Daryl huffs and crosses his arms. “Let me see your hands.”

I wince. I don’t want to get in trouble, but I can feel the blood dripping off my hand, and it stings. The longer I hold off showing him the angrier he’ll get.

“Y/N. Hand, now.” Daryl’s voice leaves no room for arguments.

“Jus’, don’t be mad?” I ask. He says nothing and I sigh, then slowly move my hands back in front of me. The blood is quickly evident on my skin.

“God damn it, girl. Why can’t ya ever listen to me?” Despite his rough tone, his hands are gentle as he takes my wrist and tilts my hand, inspecting the damage. I risk a glance at my hand. There’s a slash across my entire palm and more blood than there should be. It’s going to need stitches.

“Ya need stitches.” Told you.

 Daryl looks up from my hand but doesn’t let go of my wrist. His eyes lock with mine and he gives me a warm look. There’s exasperation and concern and I don’t know what to do with it. He takes a surprisingly clean rag from his pocket and ties it around my bleeding palm, firmly but not enough to hurt.

I can’t help but be surprised by just how gentle he’s being with me. I was expecting a pop in the side of the head and a banishment to Hershel’s cell. I look up at him through my lashes, waiting for my verbal lashing. After almost a minute, I realize there is none.

“Does this mean I gotta go in now?” I try to keep the potential disappointment from my voice and don’t entirely succeed.

“Yeah, yer going to go get those stitches. Ya weren’t listenin’ anyways.” He grumbles at me. “The hell were you doin’?”

I look away from him. I do not want to explain that I was too busy being horny over him to notice that I gouged my palm open. I risk a glance at him and I’m caught by those ocean-blue eyes.

“I was watching your hands…”

Daryl pauses, then snorts. “Maybe instead of watchin’ my hands ya should’ve been watching yours. Go get your damn stitches and I’ll show ya somethin’ else.”

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[riickgrimes]

THE WALKING DEAD: THE ONES WHO LIVE | 1.04 — "What We" Directed by Michael Slovis Written by Danai Gurira

[whateverisbeautiful]

The

Only

Time

I

Feel

Safe

Is

When

I’m

With

You

[janiehellion]

Rising From Embers

ONESHOT

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: When an argument with Carol leaves you feeling betrayed and jealous, Daryl’s anger and frustration reach the point of no return. What starts as a fight for understanding turns into a confrontation that changes everything you thought you knew about him—and yourself.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: DARYL DIXON X FEMALE!READER

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: SMUT / LANGUAGE / VIOLENCE / CONSENSUAL NON-CONSENT / ANGST

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.185

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Non-Con Elements (it might be interpreted this way — even though the scene seems to be consensual)

MASTERLIST

You had been angry for days, full of jealousy that had only worsened with each passing moment when you saw Carol and Daryl together. The way they laughed together, the way they hugged each other—every bit of it was like a stab to your already wounded pride.

But it had reached a boiling point tonight. You stormed into one of the houses in Alexandria and searched for Carol, wanting to confront her once and for all. When you finally found her, she was sitting on a bed, reading a book.

"Carol!" You yelled out harshly, full of anger and hurt.

She looked up from her book with a small smile on her lips, not even bothered by what was happening, nor was she interested. "What is it? Is something wrong? What happened?"

"You know exactly what the fuck it is," you snapped back at her, your frustration boiling over. "I know why you’ve been avoiding me for weeks! And every time I see you, you’re all over Daryl, like he’s the only fucking person in this world who even matters to you anymore!"

Carol’s eyes narrowed, but she remained nonchalant and quiet. "What are you talking about? Sure, we are a family, but we have our own lives. Daryl has been busy with his own stuff and things, just like I’ve been with mine."

"Busy?" You scoffed. "Like spending time with you only while I’m suddenly a piece of shit in your eyes?! Oh, yeah, I wonder why!?"

Carol’s smile didn’t go away, but she looked down on the floor for a moment. "Is this really about me? Or, rather, about you and Daryl? Because if you have a problem with him and your relationship, you should talk to him directly, not me."

"Oh, I will," you answered. "But I need you to understand, okay?"

Carol looked up at you again, seemingly confused. "And I’m supposed to care because?"

"Because we’re supposed to be a family!" you shouted angrily at her. "Or does that only apply when it’s comfortable for you?"

Carol shrugged. "Life’s hard, I guess. We all deal with it in our own ways."

"Dealing with it by throwing away your friends so that you could have Daryl by your side only?" You snapped back at her.

Carol stood up, her patience finally fading away slowly. "This isn’t just about me and Daryl or you wanting to spend time with me like before when we were still out there. It’s about you trying to make everything revolve around you and your relationship with him because you think you might lose him. And you know what? I’m done with this conversation."

Before you could respond, she grabbed her jacket and headed for the door. "Like, do you even trust Daryl? But what do I care? So, whatever, go ahead with your self-pity."

The slam of the door behind her left you standing there with anger and jealousy, and in your rage, you didn’t even notice the knock on the door until it got louder.

Opening the door with a scowl, you were met with the sight of Daryl; his eyes narrowed. "Was lookin’ for Carol. Asked me to come over. She around here?"

"She just left," you answered back harshly. "But you can come in and wait for her to return if you want. I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about!"

Daryl hesitated but stepped inside the house. "What’s wrong? Ya' look angry."

You tried to swallow down the lump in your throat. "I’m fine. I'm just tired of being ignored."

Daryl’s eyes searched yours, and he seemed to sense your hurt. "Wanna talk 'bout it?"

"It’s Carol... and you," you scoffed at him. "You... You've been so distant lately, and it’s like you’re all Carol cares about."

Daryl’s eyes narrowed again. "Nah. She has her own life here. We all do."

"Yeah, I get that," you snapped again. "But... forget it! I’m so sick of this bullshit!"

Daryl looked at you for a long moment. "So what?"

Your anger flared up again, and you slammed your fist down on the coffee table in the middle of the living room as you sat down on the couch. "It’s not just about her or you being busy, Daryl! It’s about how you've been treating me like I don’t even matter shit to you anymore!"

Daryl’s face seemed somewhat frustrated by your words, but he stood his ground, not wanting to let it get to him too soon. Deep inside, your words did hurt him. "If ya' got a problem with me or with us, then just say it."

"Maybe if you had actually spent time with me for once instead of Carol, it wouldn’t be this way, but clearly you couldn't give less of a fuck," you answered bitterly.

Daryl took a deep breath, trying to manage his own temper, and he grabbed your arm roughly. "Ya' know what? That's bullshit! Ya' wanna yell at someone? Fine, but don’t expect me to just sit here and take it."

His hand tightened on your arm. “Ain't together with ya' to argue with ya'. I’m together with ya' because I care.”

His words only fueled the anger in you, and you struggled against his strong grip. "Care? Really? Because it feels like you’re only interested in Carol! Like always!"

"Fine. Ya' wanna let all the damn anger out, huh?" Daryl started, but before you could react, Daryl pulled you into a harsh, rough kiss. His lips crashed against yours, and his hands were all over your body, as if he were trying to make you feel every bit of emotion through the force of his touch.

Your hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer as you kissed him back immediately, while his hands moved to your waist as he pushed you backward and toward the bedroom without you even noticing at first.

"Daryl," you gasped out, your heart now racing.

But he didn’t respond to you with words, only with actions. His hands were rough, his touch harsh, as he tore at your clothes and tried to get them off. "Ya' wanted to fight?" he growled at you. "Then let’s fuckin' fight."

You could barely even process his words as you desperately tried to regain some control of the sudden situation, wanting to pull away from him quickly.

"But not like this, you fucking idiot! Let go of me, Daryl!" You shouted at him and tried to push him away.

Daryl’s grip only tightened, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you. "Not until ya' let it all out."

"No! I won’t let you just fuck me like this, thinking it might calm me down!" You struggled against him, but deep inside? Deep inside, you were secretly wanting more.

"Then make me stop," he said back, and he simply smirked at you. His hands were rough as they gripped your wrists, now pinning them above your head.

"Daryl, that's bullshit! Just stop," you cried out, your voice turning into a moan.

But Daryl was too far gone already. He kissed you roughly again, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth all the while ripping your clothes finally away from your body until he pushed you back onto the bed. "Ya' think ya' can tell me what to do?" he snarled. "Ya' think ya' can just push me and get away with it?"

You tried to fight back, but his strength was too much. He forced you under himself, his body pressing down on yours.

"Daryl, no—" you tried to protest, but he silenced you with another rough kiss, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them apart.

"Ya' wanted to fight," he growled, his fingers sliding along your pussy. "And ya' think you can just win a damn fight with me?"

You tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong, his hard cock pressing into your belly and leaking precum all over it.

"Please, Daryl," you begged, your voice shaking. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..."

But he cut you off with a deep, passionate bite on your neck, and his tongue quickly delved into your mouth right after, silencing your protests. But all of a sudden, he grabbed your thighs and lifted them up a little bit, wrapping your legs around his waist. You could feel his cock pressing against your pussy, and you knew that there was no turning back.

Daryl thrust into you hard and deep, making you cry out in agony and pure lust. He fucked you roughly into the bed, your bodies slamming together with each thrust.

"Fuck, ya' feel so fuckin' good," he groaned, his lips finding your neck. He bit and sucked greedily at your skin, leaving marks all over your body. All the while, he fucked you faster but slower.

"Harder," you begged him, your nails digging into his back and scratching all over his scars, as if you were wanting to leave new ones that would hide the ones of his past. Scars of something that would be worth remembering. "Fuck me harder, Daryl!"

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more frantic and desperate. You could feel the orgasm building inside of you, your pussy clenching around his cock.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You cried out, your head thrown back in ecstasy. "Daryl, fuck!" You cried out, gasping and shivering.

His fingers dug into your skin. "Ya' think ya' can just throw that damn jealousy in my face?"

You struggled beneath him, trying to resist his hold at least a little bit, but it was no use against the strength of his body. "No! This isn’t—"

"No more games," he snarled.

You gasped and moaned beneath him, the feeling of him hitting you just right making you scream. He increased the force of his thrusts, soon enough driving you to the edge.

"I want more," you cried out, your voice barely above a whisper.

"That so?" he growled. "Ya' want more, huh?"

Without waiting for a response, he pulled his cock out of you, his fingers gripping your hair and forcing you onto your trembling feet, sensing that you might fall down onto your knees. You stumbled slightly, disoriented by the sudden change out of nowhere, but Daryl didn't care and pulled you towards a full-length mirror in the room.

"Look at ya'," he demanded, shoving you in front of the mirror. "Look at us."

You stood there, your body trembling, your eyes meeting your own reflection as his fingers dug into your shoulders. “Ya' see that?” he asked, watching you nod slowly.

With a sudden, forceful push, he pushed you against him, spreading your legs for him in front of the mirror. "Ya' gonna watch," he said harshly, "ya' gonna see what I'm doing to ya'."

He pushed you a little further towards the mirror, his grip tight on your hips as he roughly pushed his cock into you from behind.

"Ya' like this, don't ya'?" he growled. "Ya' like it rough and hard."

Something inside your mind tried to protest and push him away, but he was just too determined. And as much as you tried to deny it, there was a part of you that was enjoying it. The way he was fucking you and claiming you, it was like nothing you had ever experienced before.

"Yes," you finally gasped, giving in to the feelings. "Yes, fuck! Yes, I love it! Don't stop!"

He fucked you harder, and you could see your reflections in the mirror, his muscular body pinning you slightly against the glass as he took you from behind. It felt so dirty, somehow even wrong, and yet you couldn't get enough.

"Look at ya' in the mirror," he commanded. "Look at how ya' getting fucked. Look at us."

In the reflection, you could see the lust in his eyes, the way his muscles tensed with each thrust, and the way he held your body close to his. "Tell me ya' want it. Tell me ya' need it," he said, his hands gripping your hair to expose your neck.

You moaned, your body trembling around him. "I want it," you let out in a shaky whisper.

"Louder!" He demanded.

"I need this! Please!" You cried out, your voice now desperate.

Daryl let out a growl at your words, his fingers leaving bruises on your body as he fucked you even deeper. When you finally reached your orgasm, his body pressed tightly against yours, his hands finding your tits and playing with your nipples as you came hard. But before you could even catch your breath, Daryl pulled out of you with a final, forceful thrust, your body collapsing against his as you desperately gasped for air.

He quickly threw you back onto the bed and positioned himself over you, with his head buried between your thighs, his face just inches away from your soaking wet pussy, and his leaking cock only inches away from yours.

"Let’s see how much more ya' can take," he said, and he was soon enough grinding his hips against your face, the tip of his hard cock pressing against your lips.

"Mhm," you moaned out, running your tongue over the tip and licking off the precum. "Fuck, I want to taste you."

As you heard him groan, you knew that you were driving Daryl as crazy as he was driving you. But instead of taking his cock into your mouth right away, you were wrapping your hand around it.

"Oh, fuck," Daryl groaned, throwing his head back, just as he was about to suck on your clit. "Oh, fuckin' hell, that feels so damn good."

You smiled, pumping your hand up and down his shaft. "Yeah? You like that?"

"Yeah, I fuckin' love it," Daryl said, his voice trembling a bit, and you decided to use your other hand as well, placing it on his balls to massage them as you continued to stroke his cock.

Daryl was panting and moaning, his hips bucking wildly, and soon enough he lowered his head, his mouth sucking on your clit as he began to kiss and lick your pussy to eat you out. He made no attempt to be gentle; instead, he devoured your body with pure hunger, his lips and tongue exploring and tasting every part of it.

You moaned loudly as he continued to tease you before his hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place while his tongue licked along your pussy folds, tasting you even more before he began to push his tongue in and out over and over again for what felt like an eternity.

Soon, he shifted his position a little bit, his mouth focusing on your sensitive clit again, his tongue flicking over it and circling it, now more gentle but still with lust.

He grunted and groaned against your pussy while you were still playing with the tip of his leaking cock, the vibrations against your clit making you arch your back as you finally took him as deep as you could into your mouth, with your tongue moving along the underside of his shaft, wanting to feel every little twitch of it around your lips.

Daryl’s hands gripped your thighs harder, his fingers now digging into your flesh, which was sure to leave bruises over the next few days as he still held you in place. "Fuck," he mumbled against you. "Suck me off... Just like that, don't fuckin' stop. Suck my cock."

His words only turned you on even more as you took him deeper into your mouth, wanting to feel his cock pulse against your throat, his body trembling while he struggled to hold back.

"Fuck, yes," Daryl groaned, his hips thrusting against your face.

You were both moaning and groaning, and you could feel yourself getting close to coming all over again, and you knew that Daryl was close, too.

"I'm so fucking close! I'm gonna come," you gasped, your pussy clenching around his tongue.

"Same," Daryl grunted against you, his cock twitching in your mouth, and finally, with a loud and low groan, Daryl came hard, his thick load of cum shooting into your mouth and down your throat while you greedily swallowed every drop of it and wanted to suck him dry.

After a while, he pulled himself up from you, but soon enough, he pinned you down under him again. "Ya' wanted a fight," he said quietly, looking at you with a smirk. "Well, ya' got one now. And if there’s a next time you’re jealous, over bullshit," he murmured in a whisper, "just remember that I’ll claim what’s mine."

But before either of you could really catch your breath, the door creaked open, and Carol stepped into the room. Her eyes widened slightly, but instead of a shocked gasp, she let out a laugh.

“What the hell!” you yelled out loud, quickly pulling a blanket over the both of you.

Daryl froze beside you as well, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Carol. "What ya' doin’ here? Thought ya' were out."

Carol showed off a knowing smile but ultimately turned away so you and Daryl could feel a bit more comfortable. "Just checking in. It seems like my plan worked better than I thought it would."

You blinked in confusion, your heart still racing. "Excuse me? Plan? What plan? What the hell are you talking about, Carol?"

She leaned against the wall next to the door, her arms crossed over her chest. "Well, you two needed to sort things out. The jealousy and all that—it was only a matter of time before it blew up into something. I just gave it a little bit of a push."

Daryl’s jaw clenched slightly as he looked over his shoulder. "Ya' set this up? That's why ya' asked me to meet ya' here?"

Carol shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, and now maybe you two can finally be honest with each other and more open about your relationship instead of trying to keep it hidden away from everyone else."

You felt anger, relief, and gratitude—all of these emotions suddenly flooding your mind and heart. "You... Wait, you manipulated us?"

"Call it what you want," she answered, seemingly unapologetic about it. "But look at where it got you both now. So, yeah, sometimes, a little push is all it takes and needs."

Daryl glanced at you, his expression softening slightly. "Guess we owe her, huh?"

You managed to laugh, still processing the situation and what was actually happening. "Yeah, I guess so."

"I’ll leave you two to... talk things out, you know? Maybe next time, don’t let jealousy get in the way of what you really feel." With that, Carol turned around and left, closing the door behind her.

Daryl sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Shit, that was weird as fuck."

You nodded, but you felt the awkwardness slowly fading away. "Yeah. But maybe she’s right. We needed this. You and me both."

And without another word, Daryl's fingers traced the marks he'd left on your skin—each bruise, each bite, and each scratch.

[snailss]

Daryl Dixon’s Favourite Colour is Orange

It reminds him of the bolts on his very first crossbow.

It reminds him of the pregnant alley cat he used to feed twice a week when his dad kicked him out.

It reminds him of his mom’s old, tacky earrings she used to wear.

It reminds him of the colour his ex girlfriend painted his nails whenever she was bored.

It reminds him of the sunsets he used to watch with you, at the prison.

It reminds him of the odd, mismatched socks you wore around the house in Alexandria.

It reminds him of the carrot cake muffins Carol taught him to make.

It reminds him of the rubber bands wrapped around slingshots he made with Judith and RJ.

It reminds him of the fires he would hold your hand around.

It reminds him of the lipstick a young Judith and Gracie put on him and Aaron while playing dress up.

It reminds him of the dog toy you brought home on a run for Dog.

Daryl Dixon’s favourite colour is orange, because it reminds him of happiness.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Daryl x Fem!reader Warnings: language

Daryl stirred on the pillow. His blue eyes blinking open but were still a little bleary, probably from the pain medication (or maybe the concussion).

"Hey," you soothed gently, leaning forward to grab his hand. "How are you feeling?"

Daryl stared at you for a long moment and then looked down at your hand around his. He had a queer expression on his face and averted his eyes back up toward the ceiling.

"Daryl?" you prodded him softly.

"W—where am I?"

Your brow furrowed. "In the clinic. Do you remember what happened?"

He glanced over at you again and his blue eyes studied you carefully. That same expression was written all over his face, a vague, foggy kind of look. He looked down at his hand again, now sandwiched between both of yours.

"Daryl?" you said again. Man, must be some good medication the man was on. Probably the anesthesia still wearing off too.

"Who, uhh... do—do I know ya?" he drawled, squinting at you.

You were stunned for a moment and then a smile grew on your face. You couldn't help laughing a little as you answered. "I'm your wife," you said. "You don't remember me?"

He looked confused and then shocked. "Yer my wife?" he drawled, not taking his eyes off you. "Goddamn..." he breathed, looking you up and down. "I fuckin' married up... Are ya sure?" he asked again, fixing his eyes back on your face.

You laughed again. "I'm pretty sure. You did give me this wedding ring I'm wearing. And you have one that matches so... evidence seems to point that way."

"Fuck me," he drawled, a dopey smile growing on his face. "Did I hit my damn head so hard I woke up in a daydream? How long we been married?"

"Five years," you said, grinning. "Together way longer than that."

"Shit... I must be the luckiest sonofabitch in the world," he drawled. "You're beautiful."

You shook your head, still smiling at him. He wouldn't take his eyes off you.

"You still gonna be my wife when I get outta here?" he asked dreamily.

You giggled again. "I think so."

"Fuck, I can't wait to get outta here," he murmured, more to himself than to you. You reached up tp brush his hair away from his eyes and the man looked like he really was dream-walking...

A/N: Ommmmg fuckin' hell this is so fluffy I can't handle it! It also gave me an idea for a similar one shot that I really wanna write ughhhhh! <3

[etclouie]

polaroid

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: around Ricks birthday, you had found a working polaroid camera, and decided to give him a different type of gift. (Rick Grimes x !fem reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: early Alexandria era

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: younger girlfriend + established relationship, nudes + description of taking nudes, giving nudes (in the form of polaroid pictures), suggestive but no smut, rick calls reader baby (once), pretty sure the words ‘happy birthday’ aren’t used in this at all, lmk if i missed any

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 936

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: thinking of andy’s birthday so pinning this as september time

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 twd masterlist | main masterlist

you had gone out on a supply run with Rick, looking for tins of food and more medicine, as the community was running low on everything at the minute. 

searching through an unchecked row of houses Daryl had mentioned from his previous run, clearing one of the houses of walkers before beginning to skim through the cabinets and drawers. 

looking for medicine in an upstairs bathroom while Rick searched for food in the kitchen, entering the master bedroom with the en-suite bathroom. 

eyes landing on an old polaroid camera lying aimlessly on the bed, piquing your interest and surely making it’s way into your supplies bag - fully without Rick’s knowledge of course. 

the camera had ideas flooding your mind, and the memory of Rick mentioning how his birthday was nearing- or how he thought so at least, with the season change and all. 

one main idea stuck in your head, giggling to yourself at the first idea of a birthday gift for the man you love. 

finding the polaroid instant film in the top drawer of the bedside table, and also putting that in your bag before finally making your way into the bathroom as originally intended. 

opening every cabinet door in reach, and rifling through their contents. setting down every pill bottle and medical item on the counters as you continued to search, your bag set on the floor next to you. 

a soft call of Rick’s voice shouting your name had you moving to the top of the stairs to answer him back, noticing an all too familiar smile plastered across his face. 

“what?”

watching him shake his head before a low rumble sounded from his chest, setting his bag of canned food down before making his way upstairs towards you. 

mind reeling as he stalked towards you, his hands landing on your hips and pulling you against him, his lips pressing to yours and giggles spilling from your lips. 

“what’s gotten into you?”

you had questioned softly, pulling back from the kiss while his hands remained on your hips. thumbs sliding under the hem of your shirt to soothe across your skin, before he was leaning in to kiss you again, nipping at your bottom lip. 

“missed you that’s all, taking your time up here”

rolling your eyes playfully at him and untangling yourself from his arms, moving into the bathroom and gathering all the pill bottles into the bag on the floor. glancing over your shoulder to see him standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. 

“let’s go then, mister impatient”

a week or so had passed since you found the polaroid camera, waiting until you had your shared bedroom to yourself and a day of no planned work to take the pictures for Ricks birthday gift. 

making sure no one else was home and locking the bedroom door, stripping yourself of your sleep clothes before standing in front of the full length mirror in the room. 

eyes raking down your figure and noting the fading marks Rick had left across your throat and inner thighs, humming appreciatively before taking a step back towards the bedside table. 

pulling out the polaroid camera from the bottom drawer and standing in front of the mirror again, lifting the camera and taking a picture. making sure all of your body was in the shot, and the fading marks were visible too. waiting for the film to process before taking another picture, copying the action a couple times until you had a couple decent pictures. 

setting all of the pictures down on the bed, and flicking your gaze over every one. eyes focusing on the one picture in particular you thought Rick would like most, lifting it and soothing your thumb across the film. 

you’d managed to pull Rick away from the rest of the group, insisting that this gift had to be given alone. thoughts flooded his mind as you led him towards your room, shutting the door behind you both. 

reaching into the bottom drawer where you kept the polaroid camera and pictures you took hidden, turning back towards Rick with a grin plastered across your face. 

“remember that run we went on last week?”

you started softly, holding up a small envelope containing the pictures and the camera in the other hand. watching as his eyebrows knitted together before he nodded slowly, your que to continue on. 

“found this camera then, and had the idea to use it to give you a special gift”

handing him the envelope as you spoke, his left pointer finger hooking under your chin to tilt your head towards you while holding the envelope in his other hand, carefully setting down the camera on the nightstand and soothing your hands across his chest. 

watching eagerly as he opened the envelope and pulled out the pictures, alongside a small handwritten note. his eyes flicking over your words before landing on the various different nudes. a low mumbled ‘fuck’ falling from his lips, his eyes raking over your naked form in the film. 

“they’re perfect, you’re perfect”

he groaned out, setting the pictures down next to the camera and turning to you. cradling your jaw in both of his hands and pulling you up into a bruising kiss, gasping under his touch before he pushed you down onto the bed. watching him crawl on top of you and holding your hands above your head. 

hips slotted against yours and legs loosely hooked around his hips, breathing heavy and his voice laced with lust as he mumbled into your ear. 

“gonna take my other gift now, yeah baby?”

requests are open here !

[myobsessionsspace]

[v1rtualv4mp]

I really wish there were more x reader fics out there where the reader and the character are just friends, no romance whatsoever.