#Dixon

[e-m-christina]

Daryl Dixon's Kinks Would Include (NSFW)

Guess who is posting after a century? Anyway I thought I would give the Daryl girlie's some content! Also who has watched the new show?

WARNINGS: 🔞

Date posted: 11/11/23

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Bondage - that man is skilled with ropes and knots, so you can be assured he likes to incorporate that in his intimate life. He prefers seeing you all tied up, the way the rough ropes squeeze around your tender flesh drives him wild. Though he wouldn't be against being tied up himself if he trusted you enough.

Biting / Marking - Daryl loves to leave a mark. Seeing your neck and soft skin covered in red marks from where he sunk his teeth in made his heart pump. He wanted everyone to know you belonged to him, and since he isn't one much for talking, leaving marks for everyone to see was the perfect solution. (Though he does not like spanking/whipping/hitting becuase of his past and he does not want to unintentionally hurt you).

Submissive vs Dominant - He's a switch, no doubt about it. He loves to dominate you, and feel you squirm underneath him as he ravages your body. When he's like this all he wants to do is fuck the living lights out of you, and make you know that you are his. Yet sometimes, he likes to watch you take control, and feel himself be used by you - it really depended on his mood.

Quicky's - Don't get me wrong, he loves taking the time to make you feel good, and be intimate but often on busy days there isn't the time to do that. But he he always tries to fit in a quicky in between missions - he would go insane if he would have to wait so long in-between otherwise. He loves the frantic, fast pace of quicky's. The slapping of skin-on-skin would ring through his ears for hours after, making him crave more.

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Hey guys, it was a short one today! But you can check out my other TWD work (finished + upcoming) on my MASTERLIST

Thanks for reading!

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[ihaveabuckyproblem]

My Woman | D.D.

Summary: Everyone knew that you and Daryl were together. That doesn’t stop the new group member from shooting his shot, maybe a little too aggressively, and Daryl isn’t happy about it.

Warnings: protective!Daryl, fem reader, swearing, threats, angst, unwanted touching, suggestive talk at the end, etc.

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No one thinks that they’ll find love at the end of the world. Especially Daryl Dixon, of all people. That is… until you.

Daryl was a hard shell of a man with a heart bigger than anyone you had ever met. The day Michonne and Maggie came back from a supply run with another figure behind them, everyone was surprised. No one had been brought back to Alexandria in so long. This resulted in people concluding that they were the only people left in the area.

Daryl was the one to open the gate to allow the three women back into the gated community. Besides from Michonne and Maggie, Daryl was the first member of the community you laid your eyes on. He scared you, he scared you for a long time. There was a while after settling into your new home that you were scared to leave your home. You had lost everything and everyone- you had been alone for so long. It was almost as if you didn’t know how to be apart of a group anymore.

Looking back on those memories now still makes you laugh to this day. To say you’ve grown as a person is an understatement- you changed. You weren’t a scared woman anymore who couldn’t even make eye contact. You were better, healthier, and bolder.

You were officially introduced to Daryl through Rick. Daryl didn’t say much, simply grunted as an acknowledgement to your greeting. It pained you- you knew everyone saw you as weak. But, despite the bad first impression, something about you sparked Daryl’s interest.

So, he started coming around more. Some days he would even sit on the porch with you and talk about the past. He found himself opening up to you about things he hadn’t even told Carol, and you soon understood his rough exterior.

Now, 2 years later, that same man allows you to put his hair in a ponytail and loves to make you breakfast. No one would have expected Daryl to be this soft for a person, but he was for you. He loved you more than he ever remembered loving anyone.

“He’s starin’ again.”

Daryl’s gruff voice brought you out of your thoughts. You weren’t sure as to what he was talking about.

The small fire you and the group were sitting around illuminated the features of everyone around you. You looked up, trying to see who Daryl was talking about, only to immediately lock eyes with Tyler. You instantly regretted ever looking.

You looked away fast. Daryl’s hands tightened around your waist- he was burning holes in Tyler’s direction. The two didn’t like each other for two simple reasons: Daryl had you, and Tyler wanted you.

It was uncomfortable to be under another male gaze. It made you shiver in your skin and adjust yourself uncomfortably in Daryl’s lap.

“Leave it alone, Daryl.” You whispered softly to him, placing your hand over his. Daryl was tense, that’s for sure. Tyler had stopped looking after noticing Daryl shooting daggers in his direction.

“Nah, he’s gon’ learn.” Daryl speaks, finally tearing his eyes away from the younger male and looking at you. You were only inches from Daryl’s face, locking eyes with him through his bangs. You couldn’t help the smile that crawled into your lips.

“You’ve got me, baby. He’s nothing,” you reassured knowing that was what Daryl needed. Tyler glanced over at the couple and grimaced, not liking how close they were.

“Damn right,”

You giggled and placed a soft, quick kiss on his forehead. Daryl leaned into it, grunting.

The night drew on, everyone sitting and laughing around the fire as if there wasn’t a problem in the world. Daryl loosened up a bit after a while, soaking in your scent. He talked to Rick while you listened in and even added to the conversation here and there. You weren’t one for conversation, so they didn’t mind when you would speak up.

But, again, you felt eyes burning holes into your head. You knew you shouldn’t look, but you did anyway. Tyler’s eyes met yours when he noticed you looking, but he looked away quickly. You huffed in annoyance, not appreciating the extra attention.

“You alright?” Daryl questions, feeling your sigh. You were quick to plaster a smile on your face as if nothing had happened, standing up from his lap.

“Yes, everything’s fine.” You said softly to him, “It’s cold, I’m going to go grab a blanket real fast.”

You weren’t entirely lying. It was a chilly night and the fire wasn’t emitting as much heat as you liked. But, deep down, you really just needed break from Tyler’s gaze.

“Alright,” Daryl nodded, letting go of your hand. You smiled at him and made your way to the house which, thankfully, wasn’t far. Everyone was out by the fire so no one thought much of your absence.

It didn’t take you long for you to walk into the house and grab a blanket from off the couch. While you were in there, though, you went ahead and got a cup of water for your unusually dry throat.

Gulping down the refreshing liquid, you heard the front door open. You weren’t worried, though, figuring someone needed to use the bathroom.

When you didn’t hear the door close, though, you turned around. You were undeniably uneasy when you saw Tyler standing there, the front door slightly cracked behind him, hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet like he had something to say but didn’t know how to say it. You were confused, giving him a weird look as you placed your glass on the counter in-front of you.

“Um.. hey,” you spoke, obviously weirded out, “Do you need something?”

“I’m just trying to understand something..” Tyler starts to speak boldly, taking you by surprise how blunt he was being, “What do you see in him?”

You blinked and furrowed your eyebrows. Was he serious?

“Excuse me?” You scoffed, resting your hands on the counter.

“You know what I’m talking about, Y/N,” he said confidently, stepping closer, “The guy doesn’t even shower. What is so special about him?”

You didn’t appreciate your love for Daryl being questioned or your intentions.

“I’m not talking with you about this,” you speak quickly, grabbing the blanket you came for, “I don’t owe you shit.”

You went to walk past him, hoping he would catch the drift and drop it. Hopefully never even talk to you again. But, those dreams were shattered when he grabbed your wrist aggressively.

“Don’t walk away from me, Y/N.” He spoke lowly, it almost frightened you, “I think you’re trying to leave cause you know I’m right. He’s not good enough for you.”

“Tyler, if you don’t let me go, I’m going to break your arm.” You spat, not letting your nervousness get the best of you. He only tightened his grip, looking between you and his hand on your wrist, almost debating what he wanted to do.

“She said let go, you hard of hearin’?”

Daryl. He had seen it all, standing outside the door listening before making his way into the house. He grew concerned when he saw Tyler get up and leave the fire and wanted to make sure you were okay. Clearly, his fears were justified.

Tyler’s eyes widened at the sight of Daryl. He immediately dropped your wrist, letting you go as if you were fire and had burned him. He started backing away, hands up in defense.

“W-We were just talking, man.” Tyler stuttered out nervously. Daryl looked at you and you gave him a look telling him how uncomfortable you were. He snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side before looking back to Tyler.

“Tell ya what,” Daryl speaks, “If I ever find ya even talkin’ to her again, I’ll blow yer fuckin’ brains out.”

Tyler looked like he was ready to piss himself. He nodded in agreement aggressively, ready to leave the tense situation. But, as he went to leave the room, Daryl grabbed him by the arm.

“And if I ever see ya touch my woman again, I’ll make ya cry for yer mama before I let the walkers have ya.”

That was enough for Tyler. He bolted out the door, making you laugh. Daryl had an amused smirk on his face, knowing you got a kick out of that.

“My hero.” You joked, leaning up to catch Daryl’s lips in yours. He grunted against your kiss and held onto your hips, pulling you into his front. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Your hands tugged at his hair as he deepened the kiss, putting his hand on the small of your back to keep you upright and pressed against him.

Daryl felt his jeans tightening by the second, so he knew you could feel him hardening against you.

Pulling away, you smiled at him, biting your bottom lip.

“Wanna take this upstairs?” You suggested, bringing your hands to play with the hem of his shirt.

“Hell yea.”

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[starlightandfairies]

Hey! Since requests are open may I request Daryl x reader where they separate after the governor attacks the prison but they reunite in Alexandria, or Daryl finds readers dead body being eaten?? You can choose which one <33

If your comfortable with it I would prefer reader with she/her pronouns, thank you <3

Description: The reader and Daryl are separated after the attack on the prison and are reunited back at Alexandria.

Warnings: fluff, swearing

*I'm so sorry for how long it has taken me. I might also do the other option as well*

Requests are open!

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 883

The attack on the prison was brutal and heartbreaking, it had been a home and things had been going wrong for way too long. It was only bound that this was going to happen, groups were formed as they went separate ways in order to get away from the herds and the wreckage. Daryl had been separated with Beth, all the others had someone but Y/N. She was all by herself, it killed her and being alone did nothing good for her. She needs people and needs to have someone with her so she was hoping that she could find someone soon. Better yet, hoped that Daryl was alive and that they find each other again. 

Y/N had a system, she walked throughout the day, barely any stops and sipped water all throughout her journey on foot, then would find a new body of water before it was dark and would hide in a car as the night went on. The first moment she saw another form of human life, she hide in the back, her gun firmly in her hand as she watched a man check the back of cars and then leave them. Not wanting to create a problem for herself, she stayed hidden and hoped that the man would look in the back of the car and even if he did that he was nice and would leave her alone. 

Her heart jumped in her chest as the man ran into the car she was currently in, she placed a hand over her mouth as he closed the door hiding from a heard of walkers and holding something in his hands which appeared to be a number plate from a state that she couldn't make out. She placed the gun to his head, speaking quietly, not prepared to make any moves as she didn't want to kill anyone. 

"Tell me your name, what you're doing and your morals, I'll put the gun down as soon as you tell me this and if I agree with your morals then we can both hide in here before they go. Okay?" 

"My name is Aaron, It sounds really silly, I know but I'm collecting state number plates for my boyfriend, it's something that we do. You know, to pass the time and deal with this world. I won't hurt you, you look like you've been through a lot and I can take you to my community you can rest there, have some food and if you don't like it there you can leave." Y/n sat back, apologising to Aaron for holding a gun at him and agreed to go with him. 

Y/n sat in a room, staring at the camera nervously as she answered the questions, it brought on emotions she didn't want to deal with. She was terrified of the fact that she did not have Daryl, that she didn't have her friends and begged that they were all okay and that she would see them again soon. 

A couple of weeks passed, and Y/n had decided to stay for that time, going on runs in the hopes that she would see someone she knew and turned up empty-handed every time. Y/n had come out of her house after what had been a few days. 

Aaron had been stopping by, giving her food, making sure she was still alive and still living amongst the others. The girl sat on the porch, reading a book, feeling happy and proud to touch something new, to read a book that she hadn't touched before and she felt at peace for a short while. 

The girl glanced up, searching the area for a moment, freezing as she saw a familiar face. She threw the book to the side, stumbling as she raced over to the group, tripping over air and already had tears in her eyes.

"Daryl!" She shouted, panting as she ran as fast as she could to finish the distance between them both. Daryl stared at her, he couldn't believe that the girl running towards him was alive and she was safe. He dropped his crossbow to the ground, finishing the distance and picking her up in his arms. He whimpered lightly, Y/n cried in his arms and gripped at the iconic leather vest the man always wore.

Daryl slowly dropped to his knees, soaking into the ground with the girl in his arms and placed kisses on her forehead. Sobbing lightly as the girl was finally in his arms again and seemingly unharmed and in a place that seemed to be safe and with decent people.

"I was so scared, I thought you were gone." She whispered, smiling as he tightened his grip and held her off the ground. 

"I've got you," Daryl whispered, feeling everything he has been feeling for the last little while come back to him and had a couple of tears well in his eyes as he held the girl in his arms. Daryl did not want to let her go, did not want to let her out of his sight. The girl he loved was alive, with him and he felt safer with her back with him. 

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[unicuri]

"Don't look at me with those eyes..."

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[chyckles]

First times

━ A Daryl Dixon drabble

━ Pairings: daryl dixon x fem!reader

━Summary: Where you tell your boyfriend your little secret: you're bisexual. You end up sharing little stories about your past.

━ Words: 1.2k

━ Warnings: Suggestive if you squint (the characters just had sex and they talk about past relationships), cursing, my bad English (I'm from Spain, English is not my first language, my grammar sucks), mention of a shappic kiss (not sure if this has to be a warning, just in case), maybe ooc Daryl? he's complicated

━ A/N: You can imagine this story in any era, but just keep in mind that they mention Merle in past tense, so he's not around anymore. I personally imagined it in Alexandria post-Negan.

This is just a sweet conversation that came to my mind at like 3:00 AM? Just knew I had to share it with the world.

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You're resting your head on Daryl's chest while he hugs you with his right arm and caresses your lower back. You just had an amazing night and are enjoying a comforting silence, one of those silences that only you two understand.

"Can I tell you something?" you ask suddenly.

"Mhm" he simply responds, with his eyes close.

"It's kind of stupid, I have never told anyone. Not even my family knows"

He opens his eyes, now curious.

"What is it?"

You feel your cheeks getting hot as you look up at him.

"I... because I don't know how the rest of the world would react to it, it's... It's something that I've been struggling with my whole life"

"C'mon, woman, just say it" he says.

"Okay..." you nod, returning to your initial position "I'm... I'm bisexual"

He's silent for a moment.

"What is that? Some kinky stuff?" he says confused.

You chuckle, surprised at his response, expecting anything but that.

"No! You really don't know what it is?" you ask, looking again at him.

He shakes his head, embarrassed.

"It's... it means I like men, but I also like women" you explain to him.

"You mean...?" he raises his eyebrow. He had stop caressing your back.

"Yeah" you answer with a nervous chuckle. You look away, feeling embarrassed. You really have never tell anyone, afraid of what they'll say.

He nods and returns to caressing you, drawing circles in your skin.

"You're not gonna say anything?" you ask confused.

"I don't have anything to say. You aren't in love with any woman, right?"

"Of course not"

"Then that's it" he says, shruing and closing his eyes again.

"You are not... mad?" you are still confused. You really thought he was gonna act differently.

"No, why would I be? My brother, he was the kind to get mad at those things. He thought love only existed between a man and a woman. I don't believe that shit. Nothing to get mad at here"

"I didn't mean it that way, I know you're not like Merle. But... you don't see me differently?"

"No" he says as he kisses my forehead.

You return to rest your head on his shouder, with a smile on your face, now feeling relief. After some minutes, he speaks:

"How did you find out?"

"You know high school wasn't the best period of my life, right? Didn't have a lot of friends. Well, there was this girl... the prettiest girl on high school, at least for me. She always smiled at me, asked me about my day... She was my only friend, so I thought what I felt for her was normal. Then I saw her kissing that guy... and I knew in that moment that I wanted to be him. I felt so jealous... just as you feel when I talk with Charlie, the guy from-" I start teasing him.

"I remember him" he grunts "An asshole"

You chuckle and kiss his shoulder.

"I hope she's okay. Cassie, was her name. I never saw her again after high school"

Daryl kisses your forehead again. You stay silent for a moment again, and then you ask:

"Who was the first girl that you liked?"

"I don't even remember her name, was a long time ago" he starts "She was Merle's girl and-"

"What?" you ask with a gasp and a smile, looking at him "You fell for your brother's girlfriend?"

"I wouldn't call her a girlfriend, he only wanted her for the sex"

"Aww, and you wanted her for real, like, actual feelings"

He turns a cute shade of red "Whatever"

You kiss his chin with a smile.

"Aww, I can picture you. How old were you? Like, 14? Cute, cute, cute"

"Shut up, woman" he's redder than ever now.

You chuckle against his neck, loving teasing him.

"It's just... picturing young Daryl in love makes my heart all warm"

You stay silent after that, just enjoying each other presence.

"You know..." you remember "Actually, my first kiss was with a girl"

"Mhm?" he asks, urging you to continue talking.

"We were at this girl's birthday party, I don't even know why they invited me... Anyway, everything was normal, then she asked me to go to a lonely room in her house. She kissed me without saying anything more. I was so confused but returned the kiss because, God, she kissed well" you chuckle.

Daryl hasn't stop caressing your skin all this time, and he gives a sweet squeeze to you.

"Turns out it was a bet" you say sadly "They all laughed at me after that"

"Assholes" he grunts.

"Yeah" you chuckle "I still remember her despite it, wonder where she is now"

"I hope bitten to death by a damn walker"

You playfully slap his chest.

"It was just a stupid teenager bet, it's not that serious"

"You didn't deserve it" he says, and you look up at him again with a sad smile. You stretch to give him a kiss in the lips.

"What about your first kiss?" you ask as you return to rest your face in his chest.

"It really isn't a nice story. We both were drunk, it just... happened. Don't remember a lot about it. Just remember that we ended up having sex"

"Was it nice?" you ask.

"What? The kiss or the sex?" he jokes.

"Both"

"The kiss was... intense. Not the best, not the worst. The sex... hell, let's just say that it was quick" he says embarrassed.

"You have learn a few things since that moment, then" you say with a smirk, trying to make him feel better.

"Yeah" he agrees, giving you another kiss in your forehead.

"My first time..." you start "At least that was nice. He isn't the best sex I've had (you take that spot for sure), but he was really sweet. Understood that it was my first time and went easy on me. Was not memorable, but at least it wasn't bad"

"Have you ever... done anything with a woman?"

"No, I was so scared to tell anyone that I liked women that never really tried to flirt with one. Why? That would turn you on?" you tease looking at him.

His face turns red once again and he doesn't answer.

"The thought of me with another woman turns you on?" you bit your lip, loving teasing him "You know, there's nothing wrong with that, nothing to be embarrassed about"

He stares at you, biting the inside of his lip, nervous.

"I didn't mean it that way, I was just curious..." he finally says in a low voice.

"Sure" you smirk, but let it die there. You don't like to pressure him. "So... in summary, we both had horrible first kisses"

He nods.

"And not memorable first times" you continue.

He nods again, now with a smile.

"We have grown a lot since that" you say with a smile, looking at him "Now the kisses are honestly perfect, and the sex is actually pretty memorable"

"Mhm" he says, pleased. You kiss him again. This time, the kiss lasts longer.

"Thank you... for not judging me" you say "You're the first person I have told all this to, you know?"

"I know, and I thank you for trusting me, sweetheart"

"I love when you call me that" you say blushing, not used to hearing this word out of his mouth.

"That's why I only tell you it on moments like this, wouldn't be that special if I called you it all the time, hmm?" he smirks.

"You're one of a kind, Daryl Dixon" you chuckle as you kiss him sweetly.

After a long kiss, you return to your initial position, this time with your hand in his chest, to feel his heartbeat.

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[winchestergifs]

STACKEDextras ➙ You're such a family man

1.9 Home Written by Eric Kripke Directed by Ken Girotti 3.7 Fresh Blood Written by Sera Gamble Directed by Kim Manners Original Air Dates: November 15, 2005 & 2007

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[unteriors]

6th Street, Dixon, Nebraska.

#Dixon #Nebraska

[theanimekait-blog]

Mmm yes I'm not a fan of winter but I'd gladly freeze my ass off if I went outside and saw this man.

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[cupofcappuccino]

when I said I liked men, I meant fictional men ♡

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[e-m-christina]

COMING SOON:

Lilac Skies - Daryl Dixon

A Daryl Dixon winter romance....with a twist of darkness!

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If you would like to be tagged, leave a comment and I'll add you to the list!

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[fluffy-dixon]

HERE

HERE

HERE

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[roughridingrednecks]

Dixon from Mississippi

#MS #dixon #MMA #fighter #redneck #tats #goatee

[starlightandfairies]

hear me out : daryl gets teased by the group because he’s supposed to be a tough guy but when it comes to the reader he’s so soft is it established that these are just c reader relationships LOL

Description: The reader is defending Daryl who is being teased by the group about not being tough but sweet with the reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing

*I'm loving these so much!*

Requests are open!

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 507

First Person's POV

The group all sat around the campfire, I sat by Daryl, his leg resting against mine and he held my hand in his with a gentle look as he stared at me. Rick glanced at the two of us, I shot him a look knowing exactly how things would play out in the next few moments. Daryl brought my hand to his lips, resting a gentle kiss on my hand and gave me a loving smile. 

"I love 'ya." I smiled at the man, laughing as he rested a kiss on my cheek, glancing at the others, the sweet smile fading as they all stared at the man in shock and with laughs starting to escape their lips. 

"Close your mouths, you're gonna catch flies." 

"Since when are you all lovey-dovey? Daryl, since when do you not act all stone-cold and stoic?" Carol asked with a smile, I shot her a look, frowning lightly as Daryl slid his hand out of mine and rested it on my thigh. I took a breath, sighing as Rick laughed a little loudly, Daryl looked around, biting the inside of his cheek and listened to the teasing of the others. 

"Where's Daryl, you're not Daryl. The Daryl I know. is tough and chops off walker heads. This Daryl is a pile of lovey goop." 

"Come on, leave him alone," I stated, watching the man I loved look embarrassed and shy. I rested a kiss on his cheek and grabbed his hand. Staring at the others a little angrily, sick and tired of the fact that they weren't leaving him alone. This had been happening for the last little while. He couldn't seem to catch a break, I hated that he couldn't catch a break and that they still thought Daryl was a cold and tough man. 

"Y/N, think about it, Daryl rarely smiles and he never acts like this around others. He's a tough guy, some think he's a jerk at first glance."

"Since this shit show started, we've all known that Daryl isn't a douche, he's a good person and I wouldn't have fallen in love with him he if was a jerk. I love Daryl, he loves me and he shouldn't be judged by you lot for holding my hand or telling me he loves me." I defended, standing up and dragging him with me. I led him away from the group, looking at him worriedly and sighed as he hugged me tightly. 

"I appreciate what you're doing for me. You don't have to though." 

"Daryl, I love you, I wouldn't let them treat you like that." 

"I'm sorry." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I got all embarrassed and I stopped holding your hand. I didn't want to make you feel bad or anything." I hugged him tightly, smiling lightly at the man and rested a kiss on his cheek. 

"I love you, I hope you know that." 

"I always will."  

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[unicuri]

every feature of his body, his hair, his face... they are so perfect, I can't stand this man, I love him so, so much

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[chyckles]

What we once were: chapter 1

━ Chapter One of "What we once were"

━ Pairings: daryl dixon x gn!reader

━ Words: 1.3k

━ Warnings: the reader is autistic, the reader is married, SLOW BURN (I mean it, Daryl isn't even in this chapter), my bad English (I'm from Spain)

━ A/N: This is the most self-insert shit I have ever written. From the reader being autistic, to her having hispanic backgrounds. There are, of course, things that doesn't have nothing to do with my life, to begin with I'm not married, but the reader is. Sorry if you can't relate at all with this character, all of this is just me being delulu.

Also, I write this character based on my experiences as an autistic person, I'm not an expert in the matter. Sorry if I make mistakes or make anyone feel uncomfortable, it's not my intention.

I promise it would get better as the story continues, this is just an introduction.

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You can't say you're a very brave woman. You get scared pretty easily, actually. You're the kind of person who can even get scared of their own shadow. Your husband always found this amusing. You didn't. It always made you embarrassed, always made you feel weak.

But now, even your husband is afraid of the things that are happening in the world. How could he not? Dead things are walking the streets, wanting to have a meal out of the people who haven't been bitten yet. It's a situation that would scare even the bravest of people, so you, of course, are terrified. Even now that you have found a group of people that would have your back, you feel like you would never be safe anymore.

Everything started a few months ago. First, it was just some rumors on the news. Some stories about people coming back to life, you didn't believe it: you have always been a pretty incredulous person, or you see it with your own eyes, or you don't believe it.

Then it all went to shit pretty quick.

Then, you were at your house, eating dinner with your husband, your parents and your in-laws. The next moment, you were getting in the cars, running away from the city of you didn't know what. You were almost hyperventilating, the sudden change of situation making you feel anxious, and the sound of the helicopters and planes making you overstimulated. Your mother, thank God, was there for you the whole time. Holding your hand, saying reassuring words in your ear and making all the bad things go away. You almost felt like a child again.

Sadly, you lost your husband's parents in the traffic.

You four, even so, kept together and strong. Hearing the bombs in the background, destroying your past life and murdering all of the people who couldn't get out of the city; you made your way through the forest, heading to the only place you could think of at that moment: a little camping site not far away. The place where your husband asked for marriage.

You weren't the only people who decided to go there. There was a small group of people. Different people, with different backgrounds, all of them bought together because of the end of the world. They easily let you stay with them. For what you could feel, they were all good people, maybe except a pair of brothers who joined the group a few days after you. The older brother especially, he gave you the creeps, and that was never a good sight.

Despite this and against all odds, your husband adapted pretty quickly to this new life of yours. You didn't.

You are sitting by your tent, one that this kind man of the group, Dale, gave to you. You are hugging your legs against your body, looking at the distance.

"Hey" you hear that voice that you could recognize anywhere.

"Hey" you say, trying to sound normal.

"How is my pretty lady?" your husband asks while sitting next to you.

"I'm not a lady" you smile. He always calls you pretty weird things.

"Oh, but you are" he chuckles, putting his arm around you. You loved physical contact, only when it came from people you trusted, and of course he was the one that you trusted the most. You rest your head on his shoulder, and keep smiling despite everything. "What's on your mind?"

"I miss our home" you confess "I miss waking up to go to work, getting out with my friends and watching movies with you"

He kisses the top of your head.

"I know, honey. But this is our life now" he smiles sadly, and you know he's thinking of his parents. "We have to be strong, at least we have each other"

You nod against his shoulder.

"I just… you know how much I despise changes. I know it's hard for everyone, and I just feel like I'm being a burden, sitting here all day while you all help around here"

"You're not a burden. That you adjust to things a little different than everyone else doesn't make you that" he rubs your shoulder.

"But I'm the only one who's not helping. God, I don't even know the names of most of the people here"

"Why don't you talk with your mother? She's been helping the women with laundry, cooking and all that. Maybe she can find you something to do, that way you won't have to talk to anyone new" You nod again, unsure "They're all good people. Lori, Carol, Sarah… Good women, they won't judge you"

"Because they don't know me yet" you murmur, but he doesn't hear you.

"I'm gonna go help the men cut firewood for tonight, Daryl brought nice meat this morning. Talk to your mom, things will get better soon, you'll see" he kisses the top of your head again, gets up and leaves you alone with your thoughts.

You sigh.

You hate having autism. You know you should not, that you should accept it as part of yourself, that you should love this part of you that makes you different from everyone else. But you can't. Not when having autism makes you run away from things, when having autism makes you isolate yourself, when it makes you hate yourself.

You get up and go search for your mom, with these thoughts still in your mind.

You find her by the river with the rest of the women, doing laundry.

"Mamá" you say in Spanish, approaching her. Your father is Spaniard, so there are a few words that you say in spanish. You're not fluent in the language, though.

"Hey, honey" she says getting up, with a bright smile. She's always so positive.

"Can I help?"

The rest of the women look at you, they haven't seen you except in the nights, by the fireplace, they don't even remember having heard your voice.

"Oh, we're fine. We don't need more hands" she smiles "Why don't you go help Sarah? She was about to go to get some berries, she knows where they are. It is better if we don't go to the forest alone"

You look at her uncomfortable. You don't know Sarah, only have seen her at nights, by the fireplace. But after thinking a moment, you nod. You hate socializing with people you don't know, but you hate even more feeling like a waste of space.

"Sure"

Sarah approaches you with a big smile. She's a pretty woman of your age. Brunette, with blue eyes.

"This way" she says as she starts walking.

"See you later" you say to your mother, and then follow the girl. You walk in silence, until Sarah breaks it.

"I'm Sarah, I don't think we have been presented yet" she smiles "You're Y/N, right?"

"Yeah " you nod awkwardly.

“You’re a shy one, eh?” she chuckles “Don’t worry, I can talk for the two of us”

You smile awkwardly, but don’t say anything because you still feel uncomfortable. You’re used to people like Sarah: extrovert and full of life. You don’t dislike these people, but always feel weird around them.

As you approach the forest, Sarah keeps talking:

“What did you work at before all of this? I was a nurse, always loved helping people”

“I worked in a bookshop” you shrug “Nothing special”

“Oh, but it is. I love reading, you know?”

You look at her with renewed enthusiasm, reading is one of your special interests, you’re always excited when you find someone who likes reading as much as you.

“Really? Not a lot of people read nowadays”

“Yeah, it’s sad, right?” Sarah looks at you “Because it’s such a fun activity”

“Indeed! I have a lot of fun reading. If it’s fiction, you feel like escaping to another reality. If it’s non fiction, you always learn a lot of things. There’s something really special about reading, I wish people could see that”

“What is the last book you read?”

And just like that, bonding over books, you made a new friend.

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[imjustwritingsuckers]

The Meeting

The Meeting

Daryl's Daughter

Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader

Words: 1486

Warnings/Notes: None but what happens in the show

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You sit in the closet's darkness, afraid to move even an inch. You can hear them outside, moving and groaning. You hear the wind as it blows through the house's open windows. Your parents were nowhere to be found. They put you in the closet in a hurry. It scared you when it all started, they jumped up in a rush after watching the TV one day. They grabbed you and a pillow and blanket off the couch and ran straight towards the closet under the stairs. They practically threw you in there with the pillow and blanket. They told you not to make a sound or move an inch till they got back, before shutting the door. You could hear them talking, something about a disease, and leaving for supplies. You sat and listened as their footsteps went all over the house, upstairs and downstairs. Up and down the halls and in all the rooms. Eventually, they came down the stairs with something heavy, you could hear it thudding. After a minute of them talking about things you couldn't hear, they open the door and tell you to come out. You don't remember the conversation much. Something about getting supplies and then coming back. You begged them to take you with them but they just kept saying no. They then gave you your backpack filled with whatever they were running around the house for. The thing is, they left with suitcases and bags and never came back. It's been weeks, and you are still too scared to leave the closet. You’ve gone through what they gave you a million times. 2 shirts, 1 pair of pants, 1 pair of shorts, 5 pairs of underwear, 5 pairs of socks, 2 books, 1 notebook, 2 pens, a pair of scissors, and all of your mom's colorful string. They also gave you a pillow, blanket, your favorite stuffed animal, a sweatshirt, a pair of shoes, and a ton of food and multiple waters in another bag. Your mom had taught you how to make bracelets with the string so for the past couple of weeks you've kept yourself busy coloring, reading, and making bracelets.

You awake from your sleep to hear a loud bang. You shoot up, holding your stuffie close.

“Hello?” you hear a deep voice shout out. You don't say anything or even breathe too loud.

“Anybody home?” the voice calls out again. Your heart feels like it's going to pound out of your chest as you listen to the footsteps run all around your house. They get right outside the door and stop in front. Time seems to slow down as they reach for the handle and turn. The door swings open all of a sudden and you look up to see a man looking down at you with a crossbow pointed straight at your head.

The man suddenly lowers his weapon and kneels down in front of you.

“Hey kid, I’m not going to hurt you.” He hangs his bow over his shoulder and reaches his arm out to you. “My name is Daryl, Daryl Dixon, what's yours?”

“y-y/n y/l/n” you stutter out.

“That's a nice name y/n, do you wanna come with me and we can take care of you.”

“My parents said to wait here.” you tell the man you know as Daryl.

“I hate to break it to you kid, but they aren't returning. If you want to survive you have to come with me.”

“Can I bring my stuff and wait for them with you, I’ll leave a note so they can find me.”

“Sure kid, just try and hurry.” he stands back up and turns to look around the house, we gotta go so pack your shit quick.”

“Hey! My mommy said that a naughty word.”

“Whatever kid, just hurry up and pack.” Daryl turns and points at you before turning back around and walking around your house collecting random things. You quickly pack up your things and write a note to your parents. You leave it in the closet and shut the door. 

“I'm ready,” you say as Daryl comes walking down the stairs.

“Alright, let's go.” he glances at you before nodding towards the door and walking towards it. You quietly follow after him. He opens the door and checks around before leaving. You continue to quietly walk after him.

After a while, he stops and kneels in front of you.

“Alright kid, I need to check this last store before we head out. There's gonna be walkers so I need you to wait out here got it? If one comes at you scream for me and run inside the store ok?”

“Ok.” you nod your head before sitting against the wall where he showed you to sit.

“I shouldn't be long,” he says before checking through a store window and going inside.

You wait outside for a little while before you start to get bored. To take up some time you decide to look around. You didn’t plan on going far, just to look at the street. You end up wandering further than you thought and can't seem to find your way back.

“Daryl?” you call out. You hold your stuffie close and turn yourself in circles. All of a sudden you see someone rounding the corner. But it's not someone, it's one of the other things. You still don't know what to call them, you just know that they're bad. You scream for Daryl again but there's still no reply.

“Daryl, help please!” you decide to run so you start running. You don't know where to you just let your legs carry you. 

“Daryl, please help!” you trip over a rock while looking pack and the walker is almost on top of you. That's what Daryl called them right? Walkers? You start sliding backwards but you bump into a car. 

“No! Daryl Please!” you scream one last time before closing your eyes and covering your face. And just like that it was quiet. The moaning and scraping of the walker's feet was gone. You slowly open your eyes and peek through your arms. There you see Daryl with a knife in his hand. 

“C’mon kid, I told you to stay there,” he says, a little louder than he meant. The girl looked frightened already and yelling probably just made it worse.

“Look kid, I’m sorry, but we have to get back, it's going to get dark soon,” he says, kneeling down. “C’mon” he reaches for you and before you know it he’s carrying you down the street. Before you know it you passed out on his shoulder. 

Daryl continues to carry you down the streets till he gets to his motorcycle. You wake up when he bounces you a little and stay awake enough to sit up on the seat while he puts his findings into the side bags. When he's done he sits down behind you and makes sure you're sitting right.

“Alright kid hold on.” he starts up the motorcycle and the sound wakes you right up. You hold onto the middle of the handlebars right where he showed you and he takes off. You enjoy the ride down empty streets and through the forest. After a short ride, you arrive at what looks like a camp. You see many people coming out of the tents and the woods to look at you guys coming in. Daryl parks the motorcycle and picks you back up. You get shy with all the people around you and snuggle your head into the crook of his neck. You can feel people looking at and talking amongst each other.

“What are we gonna do with her?” you hear one man say.

“How is she still even alive by herself?” you hear another say.

“We can talk about this in a minute, right now I’m going to get her some food and water and let her sleep in my tent. She's had it rough today.” Daryl only stands there for a second more before walking away. You peek back at everyone and see men and women, and even a couple of children. You quickly look away and turn to face in front of you. Daryl opens a tent and brings you inside.

“Here, eat this.” he sits in front of the cot he set you down on and opens a can.

“It’s fruit, kids like that, right?” you nod and take the can from him and look inside. From what you remember it looks to be pears. You quickly scarf them down and take a couple of sips of water from the water bottle he hands you.

“Thank you,” you say after swallowing a swig of water.

“No problem kid, get some rest.” he pats your head before opening the tend and closing it behind him. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep.

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