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You recognized his knock. He always knocked the same rhythm. Soon you were pulling open the door of your shitty little apartment to the sight of his broad shoulders and wavy hair.

"Hi," you greeted him.

"Hey," he said, wringing his hands a little nervously. "I noticed ya weren't out at the Halloween stuff. I left the kids with Carol. They're havin' a hell of a time. Ya should come," he suggested, shifting his weight and hoping he sounded casual.

"Oh, I—I'm not really one for crowds," you explained, brushing your fingers back through your hair.

"Well, I ain't either, but if we go together and hang back it ain't so bad," he said.

You gave him an abashed smile. "No, Daryl, I—I get—panic attacks. It feels like I'm having a heart attack and my vision goes all blurry and closes in and—I mean, I can't do crowds. Not since the outbreak..." you explained.

"Oh. Oh..." he said, nodding, your words sinking in. "Shit, 'm sorry... I didn't know."

You shrugged. "It's okay. It's not usually a problem to be honest," you laughed wryly. "What, with half the world's population being dead and gone and all that... But being here in The Commonwealth has been a little more challenging," you admitted.

Daryl's brow was furrowed over his bright blue eyes. "Well, what are ya up to then? Would ya—I dunno, want some company maybe?"

You gave him a surprised look, your mouth dropping slightly open. "Oh, you don't have to do that," you said. "Really, you should go back and enjoy the festivities with the kids. I mean how often is it their first Halloween?"

Daryl shrugged. "We've already been down there most of the day... and they've got Carol and The King and Jerry and ev'rybody. If ya want to be alone, I get it but if not then—"

You stepped back and gestured for him to come in. "I want to be alone unless it's you," you said with a smile, your cheeks flushing slightly. Him showing up unannounced on your doorstep seemed to make you brave.

Daryl gave you that charming half-smile of his and stepped in, a definite treat for Halloween.

Prompt: "I'm not really one for crowds."

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"I can't leave ya alone for one minute, can I?" Daryl said, stopping the doorway and looking in at you.

"Who? Me?" you asked, playing dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about!" you laughed. You leaned down and ruffled Dog's thick fur. He was laying across the bottom of the bed, his head resting between his paws, his ears on alert.

"Ya know he ain't allowed on the bed. He's filthy and he stinks," Daryl drawled, coming into the room.

"Sometimes so do you," you teased him. "And I still let you in the bed."

Daryl shot you a look, but couldn't fully suppress his amusement, especially with the grin that was plastered on your face. It was impossible to be sour when you were grinning at him like that. "Dog, get down," he said, his tone demanding. Dog didn't move. "Dog! Off! C'mon!"

The Malinois raised his head, but only blinked at Daryl.

"Sonofa—Dog! I said get down!"

You giggled and leaned forward to pet his soft ears and scratch under his chin. "I don't know what you expected. You're the one who trained him to protect me. He's just doing his job and keeping guard," you cooed, fussing over the good boy.

"Yeah, well he can do his job from the floor," Daryl growled. "C'mon," he said, seizing Dog by the collar and giving him the encouragement he needed to finally get onto the floor with a gentle tug.

Dog whined, but circled a few times and laid down on the rug.

Daryl shook his head, but the corners of his eyes were crinkled in a smile. "He's damn near as stubborn as you," he said, shooting you a look.

You flopped back on your pillow and adjusted the blankets. "I think you're just jealous that you have to share my attention with him," you joked.

"Am I that transparent?" Daryl laughed, climbing into bed beside you. "Damn," he said softly, leaning over you and caging you beneath his body. "Ya figured it out..."

You stared up at him, wide-eyed, your whole body suddenly bursting with tingles. "Well, you've got me all to yourself now..."

Daryl brushed his fingers tenderly through your hair, giving you a heated look. "Damn right."

Prompt: "I can't leave you alone for one minute, can I?"

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You affectionately brushed your fingers through Daryl's hair, studying his expression as he looked across the street toward Carol and Lydia. "Hmm? What is it you're thinking? I can see something on your face," you said softly.

Daryl nodded and met your eyes, his expression easing some as he looked at you. "I wanna help her, ya know? I dun want her to—to have to feel the way I did as a kid. I mean—anymore than she already has. Nobody deserves that."

Your heart ached for him and you nodded. "Daryl, you are pure goodness," you said, giving him a fond smile. "And I agree. Let's show her what a real home can look like. I'm in."

He straightened up, his eyebrows lifting. "Yeah? Ya sure? Yer really up for it? Takin' her in?" His eyes went back to Lydia. "Ain't gonna be easy..."

"Nothing worth doing is," you replied, following his gaze. "But I am 100% sure that I want to help her too, and I think together we can give her a safe place, some kind of normalcy and family."

Daryl gave you a small smile, his body language and expression softening as it always did for you. He reached for your hand and laced his fingers with yours. "I love ya, ya know."

"I know," you said, smiling. You leaned in and kissed him. This would certainly be a new kind of adventure...

Prompt: "I want to help her, you know? I don't want her to feel the way I did. Nobody deserves that."

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Words: 8,805 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader, Reader is Rick’s younger sister Reader pronouns: she/her Era: the quarry & CDC Warnings: Language, typical TWD stuff Requested by: anonymous Summary: Rick doesn’t approve when he realizes that Daryl and his sister have feelings for each other, but perhaps he’ll change his mind… A/N: This got lonnnngggg. Thanks for the request! I hope you like it! Also, I didn’t do nearly as much proofing and editing as usual so there are probably typos lol

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You thought you heard Carl yell so you came bolting around the side of the RV, a rifle still slung over your shoulder. “Carl?!” You rushed toward the group. “What’s going on?” you asked urgently as you got to Dale. That’s when you saw him. Dale didn’t even have time to answer before your jaw dropped open and all the air left your lungs in a rush.

Your brother. It was Rick.

He was alive.

You were paralyzed for a moment as you watched him desperately hugging Lori and Carl to him, your eyes going round in disbelief. You thought maybe you were hallucinating for a moment, but then his eyes lifted and he caught sight of you and he smiled, tears streaming down his face. You shoved the rifle at Dale and ran. You ran as fast as you could. You ran like you had when you were a kid and you chased him through the pasture, trying to keep up because you so desperately wanted to be a part of everything he did. You ran with abandon, with urgency, and you collided into them in a pile, almost knocking all of you to the ground. Lori gave Rick one more urgent kiss and took Carl from him, not taking her eyes off the husband she had believed to be gone. Rick turned to you and threw his arms around you tightly as tears streamed down your face. He lifted you off your feet the way he always did and you hugged him tighter than you ever had. He set you back down and pulled Lori and Carl in again. You all just clung to each other in disbelief until finally you had too many questions bubbling up to wait any longer and you pulled back.

Next your eyes went straight to Shane’s and you felt a wave of anger and confusion rise in your chest. He couldn’t hold your eyes for more than a second.

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Happy Flashback Friday!

“Tell me why you keep pushing me away! One of these days it’s going to work, and what then, Daryl? I can’t keep waiting here in limbo forever for you to figure out what you want! Nothing is a guarantee in this world and the only thing I want, more than anything, is you. And if you don’t feel the same way then—please, tell me. Tell me so I stop wasting my time…” He looked taken aback and slightly at a loss from your outburst. In typical Daryl fashion he stepped back and ducked his head, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth and anxiously chewing it. His blue eyes finally shot back up to your face and he seemed determined about something. “I try to push ya away ‘cuz ‘m afraid, alrigh’? You’re my weakness. The only damn thing that scares me is somethin’ happenin’ to ya. And if it did, I—” he shrugged vaguely. “If we do this, I know ‘m only gonna—gonna—” He couldn’t get the words out. He couldn’t seem to tell you how he knew he’d fall for you hard, and that would make his worry worse, his fear of losing you worse. You sighed heavily. “That’s not a weakness, Daryl. That’s a strength. It gives us something to fight for.” Prompt: “You’re my weakness.”

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Reader pronouns: she/her

Rosita glanced up, following Daryl's gaze up the street. You were working on something in the grassy strip in front of your house and Eugene was stopped on the sidewalk, clearly talking incessantly.

"Is he still chasin' after her?" he growled. "Didn't she give him a talkin' to after that incident last week?"

Rosita sighed, her hands on her hips. "The heart wants what the heart wants," she said, shooting Daryl an exasperated smirk and shaking her head.

He scoffed. "Yeah, but the brain's gotta make an appearance at some point..." he growled. "He's always goin' on about his, ya'd think he'd put it to some fuckin' use."

Rosita cocked an eyebrow at him. "Why are you so interested?"

"Huh? I ain't... 'M just sayin'. The guy showed up at her door in the middle of the night, is always turnin' up at bad times when she's busy, and then he got caught practically creepin' in her windows. He needs to quit..."

Rosita was smirking. "True. All true. But I don't think that's just it," she said, watching him carefully. Her smile was slowly growing. "You are interested."

Daryl's brow furrowed. "What?"

"You're interested," Rosita said again, pointedly.

Daryl let out a huff and shrugged her off. "I dunno what the hell yer talkin' about," he said, returning to his crossbow, but his face was burning red out to his ears.

Rosita laughed lightly. "Yes, you do."

Prompt: "The heart wants what the heart wants." / "Yeah, but the brain has got to make an appearance eventually."

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Warnings: mild sexual content, innuendo You rolled over and reached for the watch you kept on the nightstand and sighed when you saw it was already late morning. Negan's hand coursed over your bare back and you shot him a look over your shoulder. "It's late already," you said, replacing the watch.

"What, you got an appointment with the mayor I don't know about?" he asked, his voice deep and soft, laced with pure relaxation.

You laughed lightly and rolled back toward him. His arms wound around you beneath the sheet again. "No."

"Exactly. It's the goddamn apocalypse. What's the hurry?" Negan brushed your hair back and kissed the soft spot beneath your jaw.

"We can't stay in bed all day," you said, closing your eyes at the light touch of his lips and the scratchiness of his beard.

"Listen, babe. I was always a hedonistic creature, but with you around I can barely tear myself from this bed at all."

"You? Hedonistic? With your harem of wives? Noooo," you said sarcastically, shooting him a playful look.

Negan winced and flopped back on his pillow, running his fingers back through his hair and sighing. "They weren't real wives."

"I know," you said quickly.

"Not like—not like she was..." he trailed off softly. Lucille. He'd told you all about her. "And not like you would be. If you ever decide to say yes to me..." he remarked, shooting you a pointed look.

You moved in toward him and draped yourself against his chest. "I know. I was just teasing you. I'm sorry." You leaned up to kiss him. "I know you're not that person anymore," you whispered, drawing back.

"Well..." His arms tightened around you. "I'm extremely hurt that you said that and... you definitely need to come up with some way to make it up to me." One of his eyebrows quirked up and the tiniest smile curved his lips.

You grinned. "Oh, I see. Would staying in bed a bit longer do it?"

"Oh, that'd do it."

You ran your fingers through his hair and bit your bottom lip. "We do have to get up eventually."

"Doll, I'm up right now," he said, laughing.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help laughing too. The man was impossible to resist.

Prompt: "I was always a hedonistic creature, but with you around I can barely tear myself from this bed."

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"You're not goin' out there!" Daryl growled.

You scoffed. "Yes, I am," you spat back, reaching for your pack.

He stepped into the doorway and planted his feet. "The hell ya are," he said, his tone low and dangerous.

"Who the hell are you to tell what I can and can't do?! You've been gone for months! You can't just waltz in here and—"

Daryl boiled over and suddenly he was yelling at you without meaning to. "I woulda died for you! I think that gives me some damn leeway for waltzin'!"

You broke off, completely stunned by his urgency and response. His chest was heaving and the color in his eyes seemed to flare and flicker like a blue flame. "I—I'd still die for ya... just to be clear..." he finished. "But I ain't lettin' ya run into this. Ya can't go out there. We both know there ain't no comin' back from that if ya do. So, please. Just stay. If I gotta lock ya in a damn closet to keep ya safe I will."

You stared at him for a long, tense moment. Your brow was creased and your eyes were cast in shadow until you broke the silence again. You sighed. "Well, the only closet in this place is missing a door so..."

"Fine. Then, I'll—roll ya up in a big rug or somethin'. I dunno..."

You let out an amused exhale and cracked a tiny smile. "A big rug?"

He ran a hand back through his wavy hair and shrugged. "Tie ya up in a sack?"

"Your ideas keep getting worse and worse. I better not push my luck." You sank down on the couch, your arms crossed. Daryl was still standing in the doorway like he expected you to bolt at any moment. "I don't want you to die for me. Just for the record."

Daryl ducked his head, nodding. "Yeah... I know. But I would."

Prompt: "You can't just waltz in here and—" / "I would've died for you! I think that gives me some leeway for waltzing!"

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Warnings: adult consumption of alcohol, sexual innuendo

"Alrigh'... I think it's time to go. Ya've had enough to drink fer both of us," Daryl said, gently grabbing you under the arm and pulling you up to your feet. He nervously wrapped his arm around your back to steady you.

"Orrrr how about you go get us both another drink and we drink together," you said, your words slightly slurred.

Daryl let out a gruff laugh and shook his head. "How 'bout I take ya home," he retorted.

Suddenly you were smiling widely at him and then biting your bottom lip. "Well, I didn't think I'd be drunk for our first time but I'm not gonna turn that down," you said with a smirk.

"W—what? No. What?" Daryl's entire face was burning out to his ears. "No, I meant—I'll take ya to yer house and then—then I'll go to my house. I didn't mean—"

You laughed again lightly. "I know you didn't mean that, Daryl. I'm just kidding... sort of..."

Daryl gulped and tried to draw in a slow breath. His heart was pounding. "Let's just—get ya to a damn bed, okay?"

"Mine or yours?" you joked with another good-natured laugh.

"Christ... just be quiet, would ya?" Daryl growled, going completely red again. But his hand tightened slightly on your waist and he moved in closer to you.

Prompt: "How about I take you home."

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what was your inspo to start writing fics??

I started writing fanfiction when I was a kiddo, longggg before the land of tumblr and when the interwebs was just starting to be a thing (ha I'm old)! Like around age 11/12 when me and my best friend got completely immersed in and obsessed with Harry Potter and later Lord of the Rings. We used to write fanfics in spiral notebooks and swap them at school. We had super developed characters for each universe and it was just. so. fun.

Later, during a tough time during my PhD, I got into Supernatural and started writing again (and posting it publicly online for the first time!) as a means of escapism and stress-relief. Since then, I've been writing pretty consistently when I can and life allows, for now Daryl is my current fixation! *heart eyes*

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Hi I just wanted to say I hope you're having a good day and I adore your fics ^^

AWW! You're so sweet! My day is going well, although it's a very long work day for me (11 hours eek!) I hope you're having a super nice day too, friend. And thanks for loving my fics! <3

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do you have any other tattoos? i love the shrike, always been curious!!

I do! I have a section of the Bitterroot mountains on my right forearm with a few meaningful words underneath it and last year I had my artist reimagine Ellie's tattoo from The Last of Us 2 with a Death's-head moth. (you can read more about it here)

and see it here!

It's kind of a hard place to photograph on my own because it wraps so much, but she did an amazing job!

And I have more planned :)

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Can you post a picture of your dogs???

ALWAYS

(plus bonus, my kitty Arda in this one too!)

This is pretty much my view whenever I have food XD

Three beggars... honestly the cat may be the worst of them all haha

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Watermelon sorbet or pineapple pizza?

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Ooooohhhh... I actually like pineapple on Hawaiian pizza 🍕 so that's my pick! 😋

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"You're going to have to take your shirt off so I can see properly," you said, pulling a pair of gloves on.

"Huh? Nah. S'fine. Just the stitches on my hand is all."

"Daryl..." you said sternly. "I can see the blood soaking the back of your shirt. Please let me look."

"'M sure it's nothin'!"

You sighed and crossed your arms. "I've already seen all your scars, so it can't be that. You still just have a hard time letting people care for you?"

He chewed on his bottom lip nervously for a moment and then nodded. "I guess."

"Well, tough shit," you said, stepping closer to him again. "If you won't take the shirt off so I can at least have a look, I will rip it off you."

He looked stunned for a moment and then vaguely amused. "Yer a pain in my ass, ya know that?"

"I'm a doctor."

"Yer a damn menace!"

"I can be both..." You cocked your head. "So, are you undressing yourself or do I need to—"

"Fine! Damn..." Daryl growled, but you could see a spark in his blue eyes and he couldn't quite hide his smile.

Prompt: "I'm a doctor." / "You're a menace." / "I can be both."

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Happy Flashback Friday!

You leaned up beside Daryl where he was standing at the edge of the crowd, leaning against a table and looking out over the busy scene of laughing and talking people. It was the first nice day of spring and Carol had arranged a makeshift BBQ for everyone at the prison. Spirits were good and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. You glanced over at the archer and your mouth curved in a half-smile. “Are you really enjoying this as little as your expression suggests?” He let out a wry laugh. “Less even,” he replied, glancing over at you. You looked about as relaxed as he felt.  “I know,” you agreed, nodding. “It’s hard to get used to all these people. Even now, after we’ve been here a while…”

“Mhm,” he nodded, lifting his hand so he could bite the edge of his thumbnail anxiously. “S’weird. Still just dun feel like I really trust anybody ‘cept those of us who were on the road after the farm…” “Yeah,” you agreed. “Some of them are okay though.” You sighed and looked over at him again. “Come on,” you said straightening up. “Let’s get out of here.”

His brow furrowed. “Where we goin’?”  You shrugged. “I don’t know. I really don’t care, as long as it’s just me and you. I’m all people-d out for today.”  Daryl gulped and tried to read your exact meaning on your face but he came up empty, except for realizing just how much he loved it when you smiled at him. His heart thumped faster in his chest. “Alrigh’. I gotta come up with the plan or what?” “I came up with the plan to bail,” you laughed. “Isn’t that something?” He let out an amused exhale. “Fine. Grab some of that food and we’ll head up to the guard tower. I’ll get the drinks.” You grinned at him. An afternoon wearing into evening up in the cool breeze on the outdoor platform of the tower, sitting with Daryl and sipping homemade cider, sounded just about perfect. “Lucky me,” you said. And you swore that he blushed.

Prompt: “Let’s get out of here.” A/N: Ugh… ya’ll… Missed yesterday’s drabble and late today because I’ve now had some pretty bad chronic pain stuff acting up for over 24 hrs now. Please keep your fingers crossed that this shit is better in the morning so I can WRITE some stuff for you all!