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d-dixonimagines · 16 days

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PROMPT: "Thought you'd be taller.."

I feel like I want to do this one again with a different approach, but I don't know. I envisioned it being something light-hearted and fun, so please excuse my attempt at being funny...! @darylsdelts A/N: It's not edited so there's probably typos

There was a weird buzz of energy going around the camp that you couldn't quite place. The way people whispered to one another excitedly like gossiping teenagers. Eventually you got wind that Daryl Dixon was supposed to be arriving. It was overheard on the radio when your group leader was communicating with Aaron, arranging some kind of supply drop. They had been talking for months and were finally closing on a deal to join forces and create connections.

Sure, you had heard Daryl's name before, but it was strange to see people act like it was some celebrity coming through their town, a behavior you thought was long dead when everything fell. He had been the talk for days, apparently. People telling stories about all the things they've heard he's done, even some you were sure couldn't possibly be true, like blowing up a group with a bazooka? It sounded ridiculous.

He had managed to gain a sort of reputation. He was the lone wolf you didn't mess with. People have said that he mostly kept to himself, some describing him as a grumpy old bear, and good luck if you ever got on his bad side.

You've heard he was mean and intimidating and had a permanent glare, but others say he is kind and had a softness to him. That he had a type of charm that was hard to explain. But it was all the same as rumors go; you didn't know what you were supposed to believe.

He had come to the camp a few times, but somehow you've never seen or met him yourself. It was like he was a myth. A story someone made up, and depending on which version you heard, he was either a scary boogeyman or some kind of hero.

None of that mattered, though. You were determined to find out for yourself who this Daryl guy really was, and if he was worth all of the commotion he seemed to cause.

The sun was just about to set when he and Aaron finally arrived. They were greeted with welcoming smiles and were invited to join you all for dinner. You were appreciative of the large cart of food and supplies they brought, but so far you weren't seeing anything too spectacular. He was quiet, mostly. Handing over crates and stuff, no particular look about him. He didn't look scary, there was no scowl-y expression. So many not a grumpy bear?

As the evening went on and everyone was settled, scattered about around the fire, you sat silently - continuing to watch him. When it was mostly just the two of you remaining, you decided that the silent stalking was getting you nowhere, so you took things to the next level; you approached him..

"Would you like some more?" You offered, extending the kettle of food you had in your hand. He looked up at you for a second before shaking his head, "Nah, I'm good.. Thanks." His voice was gruff, but there was a softness to it, it didn't make sense!

"I'll have some more." Your attention was brought to Larson, a guy from your group, who was sitting close by with his plate stretched out, a friendly smile on his face. Without saying a word, you took a step towards him and practically tossed the kettle in his lap, taking a seat next to Daryl, your back towards Larson.

There was a silence again, aside from the confused mumblings from Larson as he dished himself more food. You tried not to make it so obvious that you were eyeing Daryl, trying to glance at the fire every now and then, but you were failing quite miserably.

"Can I help ya with somethin'?" Daryl finally confronted you. When you didn't respond he continued. "You've been starin' me down since I got here and it's startin' to weird me out..."

You straightened up a bit and put your hands up briefly, an attempt to express you didn't mean anything by it. "I'm sorry. I'm just... trying to figure you out." "Whats'ta figure out, exactly?" he remained calm, but you could tell he had a guard up. Which was understandable.

You have a quick shrug as you tried to gather your thoughts. "The way people talk about you, you're at all what I expected." He gave a sight grunt, like where this was going all clicked. "Should I even ask what you were expectin'?" "Thought you'd be taller.." Your response surprised him a bit, causing him to let out a chuckle. Your shoulders relaxed at his reaction. He definitely wasn't a boogeyman type.

"There were a lotta things you could'a said, but I wasn't expectin' that one," he shook his head a bit and set his dish down by his feet. You could understand where he thought you were going, so many mixed reactions to him, but you were feeling more inclined to believe the positive ones, based on your current encounter with him.

"There was a lot of buzz around here when people learned you were visiting. They talk about you like you're some kind of celebrity. Which, I guess in some sense, you kind of are. With all the stuff you've done, you've made quite a name for yourself."

"Pshh.." he scoffed, "I don't buy into all that. People's opinions don't mean shit." "Even if it's good? People look up to you, from what I gather." He shook his head again. "It's all bullshit. They don't know me or the shit I've done." "We've all done things. Larson here?" you pointed your finger over your shoulder, Daryl's eyes following the direction, "the worst thing he's probably done is kill a rabbit, and that's saying something when it comes to him, and while he's probably not the best example, we all still know he's a good person."

Larson looked up from his plate, his gaze going back and forth between you and Daryl. "It was an accident..." Larson defended himself, a silent look of panic etched on his face. "The rabbit, I didn't see it, it was in the -" "You don't have to explain, Larson, it's OK. No one blames you." You cut him off before looking back at Daryl. "...Why would they blame me..?" "It was a whole thing.. but that's not the point. I'm just saying, the stuff you do makes a difference to people. The good stuff, I mean."

Daryl looked confused for a second, trying to figure out Larson's deal, but brought his attention back to you. "I dunno about any of that. I ain't tryin' to be anythin', I'm just doin' what anybody else would." You nodded, planning on keeping things at that, but there was one thing you couldn't get out of your head and needed answers on.

"I just have one question," you opened. He seemed almost reluctant to agree, but he did with a nod. "Is it true you shot a bazooka at some group? Some people say there was a group of like fifty highwaymen and you just blew them all up." He looked at you for a second like you were insane and let out a sigh. "There weren't fifty of 'em, there was only about eight.." "But you blasted them with a bazooka?" "Yeah?" he responded like he didn't understand what the big deal was. "They were a bunch'a assholes, they had it comin'."

"No, I completely get it," you let out a small laugh. "It's just a crazy thing to think about, you know? A bazooka! Where the hell would you even get one of those?" "Military truck," both Daryl and Larson answered at the same time, causing you both to look at him. "Sorry, I keep forgetting you're there." You almost felt bad. "Anyway, I should get going. It was cool to meet you," you turned back to Daryl and stood up, talking some of the empty dishes. Daryl gave a nod as you walked off.

"... The rabbit incident really was an accident," Larson chimed in after a moment of silence; he was leaning towards Daryl like he was trying to keep it between the two of them. "It was in the -" "Let it go, Larson!" Two other people in the group shouted at the same time. Larson slammed his plate on his lap in frustration as he was interrupted once more and he straightened up. Daryl sat there awkwardly in silence for a moment before getting up himself. He walked passed Larson and gave a quick sympathetic pat on his shoulder. "It's alright, buddy. I believe ya.." Daryl let out an amused scoff as he walked away to find Aaron.

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greatfandom · 2 years

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I was tagged by @theteasetwrites

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classygladiatorcupcake · 5 years

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d-dixonimagines · 21 days

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PROMPT REQUEST from this list from @daryls-wife

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long to get this posted! I honestly have no idea what my plan was for this one, the direction changed every time I started over! But nevertheless, I hope you still like it! Warnings: mild language, a lot of typos probably

PROMP 17: "You're bleeding--how long have you been hiding this?"

A lot had happened the past few days while you and Daryl were out doing an exchange with The Kingdom; giving weapons in exchange for some crates of fruits and vegetables. It was a never ending run-in with walkers, a couple encounters with lone individuals who were desperate enough to try and steal some of the food you were bringing back.

For as short of a trip this was supposed to be you were completely exhausted. Eventually you convinced Daryl to stop for the night, though he didn't fully understand why you felt you needed to when you were so close to home. It was only a few more hours, but you were desperate as well.

Finding a run down convenience store, you cleared the area for walkers and tried to make yourselves comfortable. Daryl found a spot on the floor by the window, adjusting his position against the hard tile. "I don't think we'll be gettin' much sleep, my ass is already goin' numb," he grumbled as he moved once more before finally settling.

"I'm sorry," you smiled a little in response. "I just needed a break. We can keep going and make it back before it gets too late, but I really just need to rest for a while." You settled next to him, moving slowly and wincing slightly when your side brushed against one of the crates.

"Nah, we'll be ok. Looks like we might get some rain anyway." You nodded in agreement. Daryl watched you for a moment. "You doin' ok, though?" he asked gently, noticing how you sat down. "Yeah, I'm good. I'm just sore, and my feet are killing me. It's probably time to be on the lookout for different shoes."

He gave a nod, not really responding. The rest of the evening went on pretty much like that. Small talk here and there. Daryl took watch first and let you sleep before switching a few hours later. You got going again just before the sun came up, arriving back at Alexandria as people were starting their day.

After getting the crates dropped off where they needed to be, you and Daryl headed back to your shared abode and planned on relaxing a bit before tending to whatever else needed to be done. "I'm gonna take a long shower, if anyone needs to find me." Daryl nodded, his eyes catching glimpse of your side and a wet sticky substance that was seeping through the fabric of your shirt.

He caught your arm to stop you. "You're bleedin'... how long have you been hidin' this?" You turned your body slightly so his hand would drop. "It's nothing, just a scrape from a scuffle we had with a walker." "On which day?" His gaze was direct, probably already guessing when it had happened. You hesitated a second before answering.

"When we were at the tracks.." "That was three days ago." "Yeah, so? I told you, it's nothing." There was another silence. You knew it was more serious than you were trying to let on, but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle. You just needed to clean it and bandage it up and you'd be good as new.

"Can I see it, then?" You gave a defeated sigh and peeled the shirt back so he could take a look. "I was going to go to the infirmary after my shower," you defended. "Why didn't'cha just say somethin'?" "I didn't want to turn it into a bigger deal than it was. We were close enough to here that I knew you would have probably made me turn back, and I didn't want to leave."

"Comin' back wouldn't've been a big deal. Waitin' three days and practically bein' forced to acknowledge is what's doin' that, let alone the risk you put yerself in for infection. So now it is a big fuckin' deal." You dropped your hands and took a step back, wanting to just walk away from the conversation. You knew he was coming from a place of protection and concern, but you didn't have the patience or the energy to be scolded at.

"I have it under control, Daryl. I can take care of myself." You turned and headed for the bathroom, Daryl following close behind. "I know ya can, just wish you'd be more open about stuff like this. If you're hurt, you should be able to tell me.." "Oh, because you're so open with me? Mr. guy who leaves for weeks at a time without saying a single word about it? Open like that?" "That's different and you know that."

You shook your head. "It's really not. Your reasons might be different, but the concept is still the same." You walked over to the tub and sat down on the edge, feeling sick and drained, and you didn't know if it was because you were tired and hungry or if it was because of the aching, oozing wound on your side. All bets were probably on the latter.

"...I don't feel so hot.." you placed your hand on your forehead. "I mean, I do feel hot, but still..." "A fever's probably settin' in. We should get to the infirmary." Daryl helped you up, with zero protests from you, and let you to the doctor. At some point you must have passed out because the next thing you remember was waking up in a bright room and Daryl right next to you.

"Mornin', sunshine," he smirked slightly. "What happened?" "Ya passed out on the way here from dehydration and an infection startin' to set in. The doc got ya fixed up, though, so you'll be okay."

You nodded, processing the information. You hadn't realized how bad it had gotten. There was a silence that fell between you, and you could tell that he wanted to say more.

"If you want to say 'I told you so', go ahead and do it," you chuckled slightly. "I can see that you want to." He shook his head. "That's not what I wanna say, I'm not gonna rub anythin' in, I just.. I hated seein' you like that. Ya can't mess with infections." His tone was soft. "I know... I'm sorry," you whispered. "I'm also really sorry about picking that fight with you earlier. I didn't intend for anything to go that far."

"That was just the fever talkin', yer good. I'll make a deal with ya, though.." "Oh, yeah? What deal is that?" "I'll open up more about stuff if you will. Doesn't hav'ta be everythin', just if you're hurt or going somewhere. We just check in with each other. That sound fair?"

You let out a quiet sigh and paused a moment before agreeing, hoping he wasn't making that deal because he felt like he had to. Him leaving didn't have to be anybody else's business, it was just disappointing when you couldn't find him and found out from someone else that he left.

You weren't complaining about the deal itself, though. You were relieved that he was going to start saying something, but you hoped he was doing that because he wanted to and not just because he thought that was the only way to get you to open up. "That sounds like a fair deal." You gave a smile regardless, accepting it all for what it was.

"Alright then.." he gave a satisfied nod. "I got us some food. I figured you'd probably be hungry when you woke up." "Yes, please, I'm starving!" Your eyes brightened as he handed you a plate of food, some eggs and fruit from the crates you brought back. As bad as things got, you were relieved that it wasn't any worse, and you felt pretty lucky to have Daryl by your side through all of it.

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d-dixonimagines · 3 months

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A ship where Daryl is awkward and doesn’t know how to express his feelings or make a move without it being weird and going absolutely wrong and Reader is very confident and enjoys making him flustered and red in the face when they flirt with him

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d-dixonimagines · 6 months

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Family Matters

This started out as a small Imagine type thing and turned into a potential multi part thing. I've never done series before so I thought I would give it a try, if it was something that you'd all want.

Sunday nights were family dinner and it was it was one one of your favorite nights. When you first arrived at Alexandria, it took you a while to get used to the 'togetherness'. People offered to help you out without you even needing to ask, people made you things, gave you things, looked out for you, defended you; it was a whole different world.

And it seemed silly how much it surprised you, but all of that just wasn't something you were used to. It was nice... and at first you didn't really trust it because of all the years you've known people to used you and took advantage of you, and while there were some people in the community that you still didn't particularly trust, it felt weird to let your guard down.

You had been there for almost a year and you were starting to feel like you belonged there. And it was such an incredible feeling because you were on your own for so long, it was good to finally have people who were there.

So, on Sunday nights when nearly everyone gathered together for a nice dinner ( as nice as you can come by in an apocalypse), you enjoyed the conversations and playful banters.

Daryl was one of the first that you had met. The "welcome committee", if you will. He didn't seem to like that job title very much, but he did an incredible job regardless, showing you around and telling you how things went. He had turned into the person you would go to for anything; if you had questions on where to find something or whatnot.

You had made friends with others as well, of course. Carol had become a pretty close one, going to her if Daryl was out on a run or you just couldn't find him. And Carol was probably a better option anyway when it came to things around the community since she was there more than Daryl was.

At any rate, you were quick to find your role; something for you to add your part in being a functioning part of society. There was different things that you did, mainly just helped out where it was needed, and gradually you found things that you helped out with on a more regular basis.

These dinners were the main thing that helped you gradually feel connected with everyone. Listening to their stories and getting to know them all on a more personal level.

Tonight wasn't any different. There was a lot of laughter, a buzz of different conversations going on at the same time, good food. After a certain point, though, conversations always seemed to gravitate towards family and the people they have lost along the way. That was a conversation you didn't really have a place to contribute in because it had been so long since you've thought about any of that.

And Daryl, being the perceptive watcher that he was, noticed.

This was usually the point of the night where you excused yourself and started to clear some of the dishes from the table. It wasn't necessarily your job to do all of the dishes, but you liked getting a head start on cleaning up just so there wasn't much to worry about when it got too late and people were too tired to deal with any of it.

You were rinsing off some of the dishes when Daryl walked into the kitchen to hand over a few more plates. "This is the last of it," he set them down by you and leaned against the counter. "Really? There's nothing else?" You asked in surprise. He gave a slight shrug. "Well, nothin' else that you should have to worry about. They're all on their own now," he responded with a playful expression.

You let out a small laugh and gave a quiet 'oh' before looking appreciative, going back to wash the dishes that he had brought in. A silence fell over the two of you for a long moment, just the sound of water running and clanking of glass.

"How do'ya feel about things around here? You gettin' on pretty good?" Daryl asked finally, breaking the silence. "No one's bein' mean to ya?" "No, not at all. Everyone has been great, it's been wonderful. I feel like I'm finally getting a good footing on everything." You smiled up at him as you set aside one of the plates you finished washing.

"That's good. I'm glad things are workin' out for ya." "I am too. I wasn't sure about this place at first, but it's probably the most put together place I've come across so far. It was a bit overwhelming at first, I must admit."

"Yeah, I get that," he gave an affirming nod. "It felt pretty weird when we first got here too. Things have definitely improved since then, though." There was another small silence. Glancing up at Daryl, you could tell that there was more on his mind, maybe something specific that he wanted to talk about, but seemed to struggle with how to approach it. It made you wonder if you had done something wrong and he was the one who had to confront you about it.

"I do really appreciate being allowed to be here. I know I'm still trying to get the hang of everything, but if there's more than I can do to contribute, I'm more than willing to do it..." "Nah, you do plenty already, you don't hav'ta stress about that." He straightened his posture a bit, turning his body so he was facing you more, his palm resting on the counter.

"Ok, good," you let out a nervous chuckle. "I was just making sure, it seemed like you had something you maybe wanted to talk to me about." Another quick pause. "No, it's not anything like that... I was just thinkin' about somethin'"

You finished up the last of the dishes and grabbed a towel to dry your hands off. "Oh?" He chewed slightly on the inside of his lip before giving a slight shrug. "It's not really that big of a deal, everyone has their own story, I was just curious about you." ".. Oh?" You said again, less inquisitive than the first time.

Daryl sensed the change in dialect. "It's not a requirement or anything' to talk about yourself, ya'know? And believe me, I'm the last person to pry into other people's business. I tend to live by 'don't ask, don't tell. But even if you do ask, there's a high chance I still won't tell ya." The last part made you laugh.

"I've just noticed that whenever the topic of families comes up, you get pretty quiet."

You gave a light nod, looking down at the towel in your hand, folding it slowly before giving a shrug. "I guess there's not anything to tell when it comes to them. I don't remember anything about my parents." You looked up at him and turned a little to face him, leaning your hip against the sink.

You lost your parents pretty early on when things started to fall apart, and with everything that happened since then, you had little time to think about them. For a while you were convinced that it was best not to because what was the point of thinking about loved ones you couldn't ever get back?

Since being in Alexandria, though, and seeing how open a lot of people were talking about people they had lost, you figured it wouldn't have been any different than losing them before all of this. You remember those you lost to keep their memory alive. So maybe now the reason why you didn't talk about them was also because you felt guilty for not remembering them.

"Do you have any other family?" Daryl asked gently. He could see that it might have been something you didn't really want to talk about so he didn't want to push you to talk about it if you didn't want to. "Ya don't hav'ta tell me if you don't want to."

"No, it's fine. I don't mind," you responded, clearing your throat before continuing. "I have a sister that lives in Nevada. My first thought was to try and get to her but I have no way of getting there. I don't even know if she's still alive. I'd like to think she is, though. She's always been really tough." You smiled softly at the thought of her.

Daryl was quiet for a few seconds, going over his thoughts. "I can help ya get to her... if ya want. I'd have to talk to Rick about it first, but I know how to get a car, and it's a pretty straightforward shot from here.." It was a very huge offer, and maybe he was jumping the gun a little bit, but something in him just compelled him to say it.

You straightened up, your eyes widening a bit as the words registered. Your initial reaction was to automatically say yes, of course, but there was so much more to it than just simply agreeing to it. "I absolutely want, it would mean the world! But... I don't even know if she'd still be there. She lives in a very small town, it would have been one of the first to go, I imagine she probably fled.."

You didn't want to get excited too quicky and risk major disappointment when you discovered it wouldn't be possible. "I appreciate the offer, I do... I just don't know how possible it would be. I have no way of knowing where she is, if she's still even in Nevada. What if we go through all that effort to get there and she's not?"

"What if she is?"

He made it sound so simple.

"There'd be a lot of planning that had to go into it, I don't expect to leave tomorrow or anythin', but we could make it work. If it's somethin' you really wanna do. There's a high chance that it could be like you said and she's not there, but if you're mentally prepared for that bein' the outcome, I think it'd be worth the effort to see."

It was hard now not to get too hopeful. The thought of going out and maybe finding her... even just the thought of trying and seeing for yourself was enough. "If you're sure you want to take this on, I would definitely want to do it."

You had a lot of gratitude for him, offering such a huge thing and you didn't know how you would ever repay him, if you even could. You had the urge to hug him as tightly as you could muster, but refrained so it wouldn't get weird.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'll talk to Rick in the morning and then we can start gettin' a plan goin'." "Thank you so much for this, you have no idea how much this means to me." You pressed your palms together as a thankful gesture. "If Rick grants it, I'll work really hard and help any way I can to help make the trip go well."

"Rick won't be a problem. It took me a long time to get it, but I know how important family is, so if there's a way for you to get yours back, I'm all for it." He placed a hand on your shoulder and gave a little squeeze. "You should take a break now and get some rest, you've done a lot for us."

You smiled and nodded your head, thanking him some more before watching him leave. It was hard to contain your emotions, the thought of seeing your sister again would be everything.

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d-dixonimagines · 7 months

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Hey! Maybe a cute idea for you: Daryl and reader are on a run and find some dasies. The reader does the petal plucking rhyme of "he loves me, he loves me not" and keeps picking flowers and doing it cause it keeps ending on "he loves me not" and she finds it hilariously apauling cause it's just not true.

To stay on the AI trend.. because I'm still having way too much fun with it, here is a photo dedicated to this cute idea! I do apologize for how long it has taken me to do it! My brain just doesn't want to work like it used to! Daryl Dixon, Female x Reader there's probably typos, i'm very sorry

It was amazing what beautiful things still came from such an ugly world, but you relished in the surprises. At this particular moment everything felt perfect. What started as a regular day doing a run, it ended in you and Daryl being in your own little world. After walking for miles, you both had stumbled upon a grassy hill covered in daisies and it was impossible not to stop and take a rest in them. You didn't know how long you had been there, but it didn't matter because everything was peaceful and you were with the only person you'd want to share this with. A cool breeze was justarting to pick up as the sun made its slow descent. Your eyes opened and you stared up at the clouds as they moved across the sky. You could have stayed lost in your thoughts but you tore your eyes away and turned your head towards Daryl, who was seemingly lost in a daydream of his own. You smiled softly to yourself as you watched him for a long moment, his features relaxed, his mouth twitching slightly as his tongue fiddled with the stem of a daisy that rested between his lips. Eventually you looked away and picked a flower of your own. Your fingers grazed over the petals briefly before picking them off one by one. "He loves me... he loves me not... he loves me... he loves me not..." Daryl peaked through one eyes as your voice sank into his consciousness. He pulled the flower from his mouth and turned to look at you. "What are you doin'?" His question made you laugh and you weren't sure why. Instead of answering him you continued plucking the petals off, the last one landing on 'he loves me not'. Letting out a huff, you tossed the stem and picked another one, going through the rhyme once more. "Hey, weirdo," Daryl turned his body towards you and gently swatted the half plucked flower from your hand before pulling you by the waist so you'd turn towards him, causing you to let out another laugh. "You never heard that rhyme before?" A sweet smile spread across your face as your eyes locked with his. "Nah." It was a quick, playful answer. The kind that sounds like he doesn't really care about what the answer is but you knew he actually did. "It's what little kids do when they have crush. You want the last petal to be 'loves me.'" "Why's that?" His grip tightened on your side. You gave a quick shrug. "Wouldn't you prefer it's that one over 'loves me not'?" "I don't need'a flower to tell me anything. Neither do you." You scrunched your nose at him and propped your elbow up, resting your head on your palm. "You're right about that. All these flowers keep saying you don't love me, they must me wrong." A light gust of wind picked up blowing strands of hair into your face. Daryl moved his hand from your waist to brush the hair from your eyes. "They're way wrong." He didn't ever have to say the words for you to know that he did love you because you already knew. And you couldn't lie, you thought it was cute the way he squirmed when things got too mushy, like he was now. "C'mere already," a smirk tugged at his lips as he pulled you into him. He kissed your forehead and you both rested on your back again, the sky painted different shades of orange and pink. It was truly breathtaking and you were enormously happy to be sharing this moment with your Daryl.

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d-dixonimagines · 1 month

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I hate taking showers at night because I always end up creeping myself out, mainly because of all the scary movies I was, probably. But I was thinking about it last night; what would Daryl do in this kind of situation???

I could imagine first getting to Alexandria and it being a pretty weird experience, you know? Especially if you’re not used to all of the stuff that they had; the ability to take showers, cooking hot meals on a stove!! Whatever the case may be, it would be kind of a shock to go from sleeping on the hard ground or sus looking mattresses or in sheds.

So when you finally get to take a hot shower and you’re alone in the bathroom, getting lost in the warmth of the water and how incredible the water pressure feels against your skin, your mind starts wandering and imagining different things, like walkers breaking into the bathroom and you being trapped, the power cutting out and just all sorts of things that make you grow increasingly uneasy.

And then you’re starting to panic and calling for Daryl and he comes rushing in and he sees you freaking out a little bit cause minds play dirty little tricks on us sometimes, and there’d just be a lot of reassuring and calming comfort stuff.

I’ve also had this idea pop in my head, and I know I’m not the first person to ever write this one, you find different versions of this one in just about every fandom, but I’ve always been amused by the idea of Reader (or whoever) encountering a spider!

My version would probably be Reader finding the spider and flipping the fuck out because NO. And it’s amusing to me because spiders would seem like no big deal when you’ve fought off rotting corpses and unhinged people, right?? But you see a spider and it’s instant flight or fight mode. There’s screaming bloody murder, Daryl would fly in, arms swinging, ready to knock out whatever the threat was and he’d get shown this (reasonably sized) spider that’s all curled up into itself, cause let’s be honest, that scream would terrify anything, and it’d probably take Daryl a minute or two to process everything and probably have to do like a basic brain reboot before asking all his questions!

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d-dixonimagines · 7 months

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Hello! How are you? I hope this idea helps you. It’s 1 idea with 2 possibilities or any other possibilities you want. Daryl x Reader. The reader got her period and fell many cramps, Daryl tries to help. So, If they are in the beginning of their relationship Daryl probably don’t know what to do, so he goes to Carol or any of the other women for advice. If they are already in a long term stablished relationship he knows exactly what to do. A lot of fluff between them, pretty please!

Hello, thank you! I can see both possibilities having a lot of potential, so choosing which direction to take is challenging! Maybe I'll just do them both! First I will do them being in a long term established relationship. Second one will most likely be in a separate post! Trigger Warnings: mentions of periods, period pain

You laid curled up into a ball with your body pressed up against the wall, breathing through the pain as another cramp stabbed at your insides. Even during an apocalypse, periods showed no mercy. Granted, they weren't the same as they used to be due to the continuous stress of every day life, but these cramps still hit just as hard. On top of the disappointment of having to deal with all of the bloating and the aching and the pain, you had to deal with it all on your own because Daryl was off on a run that you were both supposed to go on together. Sleep was wavering in and out as you tried to ignore the the shooting pains, taking in deep shaky breaths and releasing them as the pain subsided. The door creaked open a few minutes later and you were surprised to see Daryl walk through. "What are you doing here?" The question coming out a lot harsher than you had intended it to. "What do ya mean, I live here." He set his bag down on a table and dug through it. "You know what I mean, I thought you were going out on that supply run?" You slightly turned your body so you could face him. "The supply run can wait. I didn't wanna leave ya in your condition." You narrowed your eyes at him as he turned to face you. "What condition is that...exactly?" You asked through gritted teeth as another cramp hit. Daryl walked over to you and sat down on the bed, moving strands of hair from your face. "The one where you're all hunched over and in pain." "Psh, I'm a tough cookie, I can handle it." He shook his head slightly before taking his shoes off and giving you a slight nudge to scoot over. "I know ya can, that don't mean you have'ta do it alone. Besides, I did go on a little errand and brought ya back somethin'." You moved over and draped your arm over his stomach as he climbed into the bed. "Oh yeah? What did you get?" Once he was settled, he raised his hand up to show a hershey's chocolate bar, your mouth gaped open as you let out a loud gasp. "How the hell did you get your hands on that?" You took it from his hand and looked it over. You acted like it was the last known candy bar in existence, but it might as well had been, it felt like ages since you had seen any. "I have my ways," Daryl answered with a smirk, moving his now free hand up and behind his head. His ways consisted of making a trade with Eugene. "Can't promise it'll taste very good, and I know it won't help with the pain, but I figured it might help ya feel a little bit better." "You figured correctly!" You leaned up and placed your hand on the side of his face and gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Thank you very much." You nestled beside him, leaning your head onto his shoulder and opened the wrapper, breaking off a piece and handing it to him before breaking yourself one. The sweet taste melted on your tongue and you let out a content sigh. It was slightly bland, but not enough for it to matter in the slightest. After you both finished it off, you wiped your fingers off on your clothes and nestled in closer to Daryl, taking in his warmth. "You know, just for record sake, and not do diminish your efforts in finding the chocolate, however you managed to do that, just having you here to keep me company makes me feel 100% better." He glanced down at you, dropping his arm from behind his head and resting it across your shoulder, pulling you in closer to him. "I outweigh the chocolate?" He asked in a playful faux surprise. "Every time." You replied genuinely. "I mean, chocolate is great and all, but you're much sweater." You wrapped your arms around him once more, nestling in as closely as you could.

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d-dixonimagines · 3 months

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I really believe that Daryl struggles with anxiety and is just real good at covering it up. They’d be so incredibly rare but I bet he’d sometimes go through panic attacks.

I was wondering if you could do one of those headcanon things about assisting Daryl through one of his rare panic attacks??

I love your work btw ❤️

YES! You definitely get a glimpse of one when the sanctuary was attacked and him and Rick were searching for the guns and he found that tiny closet with remnants of someone being kept there and he like detaches from reality! I also think this would be a great idea as a full fic that I really want to do! So there will be two versions of this request! And I do also have a version of this where Daryl is calming Reader down from an anxiety attack! Trigger Warnings: Descriptions of anxiety, anxiety attacks, triggers in general

Anxiety can be shown through many different ways. Some people show more obvious signs; hyperventilating, pacing, fast breathing. Others show signs that are less obvious and more internalized; being tense, shaking, feelings of detachment. They might appear fine at first but then once they're alone or out of the stressful situation, their anxiety will show more prominent.

Daryl was the silent type in almost every sense. When he was stressed or anxious, angry, in deep thought, you noticed his habit of chewing on the inside of his bottom lip. He didn't always address things right away, sometimes he'd keep it all to himself until it built up, or when it was just the two of you.

Gradually you learned how to pick up on his different emotions; when to ask if he wanted to talk, when to wait until he calmed down, or even just waiting for him to bring it up first when he was ready. It all worked like a system.

After he had returned from being held captive by Negan and his men, he didn't talk about any of it, and you didn't pry. That was something he'd have to open up about in his own time. It was a difficult time for the both of you; him working through the night terrors, closing himself off for a bit, and you trying to figure out how to help him.

No one knew when to expect a visit from the saviors. They did things by their own rules and everyone else was expected to go along with it no matter what. So when they showed up that day unexpectedly, it was more inconvenient than surprising. What was actually surprising was the fact that Negan was there too. Normally he left his men to do everything for him.

As the saviors taunted and ranted about nothing, you kept your gaze on Daryl, who held a hard gaze locked on Negan, noticing him biting at the inside of his lip. His hands were balled up in fists and his breathing quickened as he kept his guard up.

One of Negan's men made comments towards Daryl and his fists tightened. You placed your hand on his arm, a quiet attempt to try and keep him grounded. Once they left, he turned to leave, making his way back to the house you shared. When you were alone, you hesitated before seeing how he was doing.

He didn't respond, but he honestly didn't need to for you to know that he wasn't alright. His silence was loud. You could see that he was working himself up, by the way he was pacing the room, as if everything that was going through his mind would burst out of him if he stopped.

You understood his anxiety but you didn't know the extent that it went to in regards to Negan and his men. Seeing him like this cut deep because all you wanted to do was take away his pain and you knew you couldn't. You just were able to be there in any way that he needed.

Finally you approached him, placing your hands on his face to try and get him to focus on you. He tried to pull away but you wouldn't let him, telling him to look at you and only focus on you.

What he needed was a distraction, anything to get his mind off the current situation. He was safe and everything was going to be OK. You told him to look at you and instructed him to take a deep breath in. When you first started doing that with him he would look at you like you were crazy, but it worked. It was normal to forget to do the things that worked when your mind was too fixated on the negative.

He took a deep breath in and let it out, then you instructed him to do it again and again until his breathing became more regulated and he looked like he was fully focused on you. You told him again that he was safe, reminding him that he was home.

After a few moments of making sure that he was ok, you wrapped your arms around him and embraced him in a tight hug, syncing your breathing with his. He wrapped his arms around you, and after a few more minutes of silence, he felt like he was ready to open up about his nightmare in the cell.

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d-dixonimagines · 24 days

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This idea is probably floating around somewhere too, but thinking on the whole Daryl/Leah storyline, if Reader met Daryl some time after that, learned all about her and the life they had before he left.

Reader usually stays behind when Daryl leaves for long periods of time. When he finally returns, Reader finds out that Daryl found Leah again, maybe even to shake it all up, she accepts his offer to go back with him and it’s all a messed up dramatic triangle ordeal. Does Daryl stay loyal to Reader?? Does he have doubts about what he wants?? Does Leah stir up trouble and cause issues between him and Reader because of jealousy???!??

STUFFS I NEED!!

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d-dixonimagines · 1 year

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would love if u did the “can you walk” prompt with Daryl, maybe reader being the one hurt? u write him so perfectly 🤭💕 thank u!!

Absolutely! And thank you!! I love writing for him so I try to get it as close as I can! ^_^

Prompt: "Can you walk?"

For some reason the day was just not agreeing with you. From the moment you woke up, everything just seemed to work against you. It had gotten to a ridiculous point where you considered going back to bed and seeing if it would reverse something, but unfortunately there was just too much that needed to be done.

Towards the end of the day, you and a small group of people went on a short run to see what kind of food or items were left lying around in near by stores and other buildings. It had been blazing hot for the majority of the day and there was finally a cool enough breeze to actually enjoy the walk.

Daryl had been keeping a close eye on you all day as well, but mostly every time you managed to catch his gaze, he was smiling and smirking and putting very little effort into hiding his amused expressions as he witnessed you dealing with all of your unfortunate luck. It just prompted you to glare at him in response, which only amused him more.

Daryl was something else. He was usually the quiet loner one who preferred his space and isolation. He didn't seem to like people very much, and secretly that was something that you potentially had in common. You could tolerate them and you were nice and kind and welcoming, but you just didn't go out of your way to approach others unless it was a task or something you really needed.

There weren't too many people who didn't bug you, and Daryl was no exception! Sometimes he had moments where he was like the obnoxious friend your siblings hung out with and would do annoying things to try and get your attention because maybe they had a crush and didn't know how to deal with it, or maybe they were just generally obnoxious.

Daryl was less obvious about his teasing. He would just make sarcastic comments or some face or even participate in small pranks, though those didn't happen too frequently.

Once you and your group arrived at the third stop, you all rested for a bit outside. There wasn't too much of a rush to get back, and it had been a bit of a climb so you all took a moment to catch your breath. Daryl and a couple of the others rested against the window of the building while you stayed standing, swatting your arm to try and warn off some kind of bug that had been targeting you for the past three minutes.

The incessant buzzing was starting to get on your nerves, and it didn't help the fact that you hated bugs with a passion. You had gotten better at tolerating them, but you still wanted nothing to do with them. But this one particular bug, some giant beetle just wouldn't leave you alone. You moved from your spot and swung your arm again, making contact with it with the back of your hand.

Daryl sat there watching you fight for your life against this bug, trying a bit harder to hide his amused expression this time. If the guy ever laughed, you were sure you'd be hearing him laughing until his face was blue. The beetle came back once more, buzzing past your ear and causing you to let out a frustrated cry as you smacked at the side of your face to get it away from you.

"Can we go inside now? I'm so tired of this bullshit!" You spoke out in irritation, making your way inside regardless if they were ready or not. It didn't take long for them to follow. You each went down the different isles to see if there was anything salvageable.

Scanning the shelves as best as you could, you took a second glance at a hidden treasure that was tucked away on a top shelf. Chocolate was a rare delicacy these days, and you weren't going to risk the chance of passing it up. The chances of it already being gone was pretty high, but you were holding on to the slim chance of getting lucky.

The box was just out of your reach, and no matter how hard you tried, they were still out of your reach. "Screw it.." you mumbled to yourself, gripping onto the shelves and getting ready to climb up them to get it. "I wouldn't do that." You heard Daryl's voice. "It'll only take two seconds.." You insisted, continuing on with your mission to retrieve the chocolate. You stepped onto the lower shelf and gripped one of the higher ones, getting ready to hoist yourself up.

With one quick motion, you lunged up a bit and reached for the box, sliding it forward until you were able to get a grip on it. As you gripped the box, you managed to lose your hold on the shelf and stumbled backwards, most of your weight landing on your ankles as you tried to catch yourself to avoid any serious injury and landing back on the hard floor.

Everything happened too quickly for Daryl to react fast enough to catch you, but was able to make sure that none of the shelves toppled over on top of you. You let your head fall back onto the floor with a sigh of relief that it didn't end much worse than it did. "If you're going to say 'I told you so', just don't." You spoke before he had a chance to say anything.

"Wasn't gonna say that.." He was quickly by your side, taking in your state and making sure there wasn't any visible injuries that needed to be tended to. "Can you walk?" There was only minor shooting pains charging through your body. Your ankles throbbed slightly but you didn't think it was anything serious. "I think so. Can't guarantee about tomorrow, though."

Daryl shook his head and held his hand out, leaning forward to help you up. Moving slowly, you got to your feet, assessing the situation further. You would definitely come out of that nice and bruised up, but also very chocolate happy. "Was it worth it?" "Mhm!" You smiled proudly, showing him the chocolate bar. "You're insane." He smirked softly before turning around and heading out of the isle. "You say that now, but you're going to be jealous watching me eat this later."

The rest of the store was pretty much empty, with only a couple other finds, so they decided to call it and head back to camp. You had a slight limp, but you didn't care. With the day that you had, you counted this as a huge victory!

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