#daryl short

[djarindroid]

Marry Me

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Daryl proposes to you under the stars (Established relationship. Setting- Alexandria)

Word Count: 712

Comments: I just wanna write endless fluffy fics for Daryl 💕

The evening breeze carried a feeling of peacefulness as you and Daryl sat outside. This had become routine for the two of you, after a long run or a day's hunt, you’d enjoy a quiet breath of fresh air together. The light from the porch lantern cast a soft glow over the both of you as Daryl meticulously cleaned his crossbow, each movement practised and methodical. 

You, perched up on the porch railing, stared at the clear night sky. You’d always found solace in the stars, sparkling way above you, not affected by any of the horrors down here on earth. You almost envied them, so removed from everything, but if you hadn’t faced the uncertainty of this world you wouldn’t be here, with the man you love. 

The amount of times Daryl had cleaned his crossbow allowed him to keep his eyes on you as he worked. His gaze was filled with nothing short of adoration as he watched the starlight dance across your skin. To be truthful, if he could spend eternity watching you gaze at the stars he’d be a very happy man. Deciding this was the perfect moment to break the comforting silence, he uttered two of the most important words he’d ever said. ‘Marry me.’ 

Instantly bringing your attention away from the sky you looked to Daryl, finding him watching you with a soft smile. His request settled around you, making the night air warmer as you felt a grin gradually spreading across your face. You hopped down from the railing and crossed the short distance of the porch to stand in front of Daryl. His eyes never leaving your face, he looked at you as if you were his whole world. You were sure the look on your own face was a mirror of his. 

You’d face everything you'd been through all over again if it meant you’d end up here, in this moment. You knew you’d do anything for the man in front of you, and couldn’t fathom a life without him.

You gently cupped his face with your hand, ‘You sure you wanna marry me D?’ You couldn’t help but ask, though you were sure of the certainty behind his words. 

‘Yeah,’ he responded without a second thought. The corners of his mouth lifted even higher as he added, ‘never been more sure of somethin’.’ He cupped one of your hands in his and tilted his head to place a delicate kiss on your palm. 

You always knew you’d spend the rest of your life with Daryl but hearing him so sure and eager to do so caused happiness to overwhelm every fibre of your being. It was so overwhelming that you couldn’t stop the tears that slowly rolled down your face. 

Daryl, ever the man of few words, spoke through his actions. Putting his crossbow to the side he stood up, his eyes stayed glued to yours. He brought his calloused hands up to tenderly cradle your cheeks, using his thumbs to delicately wipe your tears away.

‘Marrying me that bad huh? Didn’t think ya’d cry,’ he jested quietly as he rested his forehead against your own. You laughed quietly with him.

Saying yes to Daryl was as easy as breathing, ‘I’m just so happy and being Mrs Dixon is everything I could ever want,’ you confessed whilst lovingly wrapping your arms around his neck. Fireflies had circled around the two of you, as if the stars themselves had fallen to witness this moment of love that had survived the apocalypse.  

‘Good, because I dunno what I would’ve done with this if you’d of said no.’ He pulled out a simple silver ring from his pocket. It was perfect, not too flashy, just a perfect reminder of the connection between the two of you.

Time seemed to stretch around you as he carefully slipped the ring onto your finger, the weight of its significance settled into your heart. Life was no longer about surviving, it was about building a future together. As you gazed into Daryl’s eyes, gratitude washed over you, thinking about how lucky you were. You knew the stars you loved to stare at didn’t contain all the answers, but in Daryl’s eyes you saw a galaxy shining just for you. 

#just another short lil fluffy piece for Daryl #🥰 #like this is just how I pictured him proposing to someone #simple and loving #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon drabble #daryl dixon #TWD #the walking dead

[cultofdixon]

Don’t bite my head off, sunshine

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Being concussed isn’t fun. But ones gotta admit, the concussed thoughts are pretty chaotic • SFW/Smol ANGST • TW: Injuries / Concussion

Requested by: Anon

“You may have a concussion” Daryl frowns kneeling before his partner while he gently palpates parts of the back of her head to make sure of no prominent bumps or even a gash he hasn’t caught yet.

“I am a-okay baby” Y/N sung poorly making the archer grimace a bit but he knew she was going to be a bit out of it.

The fall was pretty nasty.

The two were on a hunting trip, something they’ve been doing more often once they arrived to Alexandria and even after the herd/Wolves incident. But Daryl is the better tracker and has more knowledge of their surrounding environment compared to Y/N who is getting better at tracking but isn’t familiar with the surrounding forest by their home.

Which lead to Y/N tracking down this deer but when the tracks stopped, she didn’t. She kept walking and eventually fell into a small ravine. It didn’t help that there was a creek running through because when Daryl came running and spotted Y/N at the bottom. She was on her stomach, not moving, and the stream picked up some blood.

He really thought he was going to go home explaining how Y/N died. But thank god when he came down carefully, she slowly sat up to show that the gash was her shoulder and not from her head. But tumbling down still had her hit her head a few times.

Leading us to now where Daryl carefully brushes away the hair blocking the forming bruise on the right side of her forehead. He gently touched it, watching her retract but he wanted to make sure it wasn’t too swollen in the area.

“You gotta take off your shirt so I can bandage that shoulder” Daryl states setting his pack down. He also carried her out of the ravine prior to checking her injuries.

“Not to see my boobs?” She teased as the head injury was starting to make her a bit more forward and stupid, later.

“This is some fucked way to see my girl’s boobs” He scoffs. “And no. I ain’t lookin’” he says as he got his first aid kit out hearing a sad ‘Aww’ from her in response. “Yea got a tank top on?”

“Mmmmm….maybe. Maybe not”

“Y/N, please”

“What if…I don’t?”

“Then I gotta give you my shirt.” Daryl says as he grabs the bandages he will need to patch her up and then realized where she was getting at. “Girl, I ain’t strippin’ for yea if yea lyin’”

“I is wearing…another shirt” Y/N mutters disappointed as Daryl sets everything he’ll need on top of his bag before helping her get out of the ruined shirt gently.

Y/N sat perfectly still, a bit too perfectly because Daryl did startle her when checking her pulse once. But she was still enough for him to patch up her shoulder and let the two relax a moment even if her brain was still a bit scrambled.

The moments of silence freaked out Daryl, but he knew startling her would only make her mad or wince. He doesn’t like either.

“How’s the pain?”

“Meh”

“Are you lying to me?”

“Meh means bad”

“Since when does ‘meh’ mean bad? It’s usually a blow off” Daryl questions watching her shrug a little before having another moment of awkward silence but this time she was looking up at the sky. Her small head tilt up made Daryl think about how much sunlight they might have left. He’d like to get her home before anything.

As Daryl packs up a bit, including her knife. He doesn’t want her to do something dumb in this loopy state. While she continued to look around at everything in the woods as she became hyper focused on this small bug inching closer to her shoe. A praying mantis.

“Y/N, what’s the pain level no—-“ Daryl turns to her seeing her carefully pick up the praying mantis off her shoe since it decided to climb on her. “You want me to kill it?”

“No! It prob has kids out there” Y/N scoffs holding the little dude in her hands looking down at it.

Then suddenly tossing it aside which shocked Daryl.

“You were so fucking gentle with it, whyd yea do that?!”

“It was lookin’ at my man funny”

“What does that even fucking mean?!” Daryl questioning watching her face turn into confusion for a moment. “What is happening??”

“That was a praying mantis right?”

Great. She’s got the short term memory loss with the concussion Daryl groans. “Yeah”

“Don’t have sex with it” What the fuck “it will eat you after”

“Yknow, good call” Daryl decided to play along while throwing his pack over his shoulder and getting up. “It was lookin’ at me all seductive-like”

Y/N nods agreeing with his words as he extends his hands toward her to help her on her feet. Once Daryl got his arm around her to support her, just in case, while starting the walk back home.

“That’s how they get yea” Y/N pats his back with her blank daze going on on her face. “What if humans were like that? Females finding their potential male mates…then fuckin’, but instead of the fuck and dip, the female just CHOMPS his head off.” Her emphasis on the word ‘chomps’ made Daryl cringe a bit. “The upstairs head too” now that made him have sympathy pain for the downstairs one.

“Yeah…don’t bite my head off, sunshine”

“No promises” She slurs a bit before looking at Daryl and taking every feature on his face to memory, but it looked more like staring which lead him to stop.

“What?”

“You’re too good lookin’ to bite your head off” Y/N smiles using the hand that wasn’t on his back to pat his cheek which made him roll his eyes but smile as well.

“‘M glad I’ve got yea, and we agree you ain’t gonna bite my head off” Daryl smiles starting to walk again listening to Y/N making biting sounds.

This is going to be a long walk.

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #short and sweet #it’s 5AM #my brain cells are screaming #I’ve had too many concussions in my lifetime that my friends always remind me of the stupid shit I’d say

[swoulist]

Something spicy with Daryl. I love dilfs. ☺️

✧ ׁ ˳ㅤㅤ𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺 — daryl is sick of you of always being stubborn, so he decides to give your attitude a little bit of a readjusting… nsfw content warning

warnings: no actual smut, I’m sorry!! groping, heated kiss, that’s about it!

Daryl was starting to get irritated, as if he didn’t get that way easily. He didn’t appreciate when you talked back to him. You were one of the people that were harder to control, you didn’t like when people tried to tell you what to do.

“No, I’m coming with you.” You scowled up at him, your arms crossed over your chest. “No you’re not,” Daryl replied blankly, still packing supplies into a cabinet.

“I told you, I am.” You slightly raised your voice, but you froze the moment you did. You knew to never raise your voice at him. It’s not that he ever reacted badly, but he was sensitive with you. He slowly turned around to face you, staring at you blankly still.

Now you were angry instead of guilty. You’ve been trying to convince him for the past few minutes and he didn’t budge one bit. He began to walk over to you, you stayed still.

“What did ya say to me?” He tilted his head off the side, staring at you with squinted expression.

“Daryl I-“

You couldn’t even get a word in before he smashed his lips against yours. You moaned into the kiss, feeling his hands grab at your hips and pick you up. You pretended to want him to put you down, but in all reality, you absolutely loved it when he would pick you up.

He walked with you in his arms over to the bed, laying you on your back as he hovered over you.

“Daryl, the door-“

“Quiet.”

He groaned against your lips, not caring about the unlocked door. His hands slid up your shirt, keeping them just under breasts. You let out a breathy moan at the feeling. You bit your lip to avoid any sound coming out, but Daryl didn’t allow you to do that. His hands switched to squeeze your ass tightly, causing you to let out a loud yelp.

“Daryl!” You panted.

“I wanna hear all your pretty sounds, sweetheart. Let this be a lesson to behave when we’re done, got it?”

And oh, did he make a great lesson. A lesson that you certainly wouldn’t mind learning again.

#☄︎. *. ⋆ — 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 ׅ ♱ #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon smut #daryl x you #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon x reader #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead #short drabble #daryl dixon #daryl imagines #shorts

[rite4fun]

new do’s and babbling no’s

enjoy this sweet short blurb of pure fluff bc that’s the mood i’m in 😭

••

“ow!”

“quit” your fingers comb through the top of his hair, gathering some pieces to create a small braid then wrapping a light blue colored elastic around it. the gentle pull of his hair making him release a hiss through his teeth, “stop it, you’re going to make her scared”

“she should be, nearly yanking m’ hair out m’ head” daryl sits on the ground, resting his back against the couch that you reside on behind him, his broad shoulders nestled between your legs with your skillful hands in his hair.

“no i’m not sweetheart.. daddys’ just a big baby” you coo softly at the small baby girl that sits between daryls stretched out legs, tiny hands playing with a soft plush bunny, big blue doe eyes entranced by the two people infront of her. daryl grumbles in response as you tighten the two braided pigtails up atop his head, ruffling the loose bottom half, “daddy looks so pretty, hm?”

squeezing the plush toy in excitement, giggling delightfully behind the pink pacifier in her mouth, you watch as she reaches her hands out to daryl- who immediately accommodates to her needs, letting her hold onto his hands to shakily stand and wobble closer in order to reach up and play with the strands of hairs that stick out more than the rest.

“ow!” daryl yelps when she pulls too hard, startling her for a second before she quickly finds something else to focus on, tugging on the letter shaped necklace that hangs from his neck; an initial that begins your first name, “like mother, like daughter”

you swat at his shoulder as his blue eyes glint mischievously up at you with an equally playful smile gracing his lips. unable to stop yourself, you lean down to press your own against his, humming at the familar scruff that scratches at your bare skin.

“no, no, no, no” the babbling of your daughter takes both of your attention as she gleefully jumps up and down, little arms held out for her mother.

“that’s right! daddy has no idea what he is talking about” you joke as you grab her tiny body, lifting her onto your lap, fingers musing over her growing baby hair, “want mama to do your hair now?”

“not sure i wanna risk the little hair she has” daryl laughs with his words, immediately shifting his body further away from you as you reach to swat at him again but missing this time. you settle your daughter more securely in your lap as you begin gathering small pieces of her hair.

“shut up” you stick your tongue out at him childishly but you don’t get far in putting her hair up when she throws herself back into your body in a hissy fit.

daryl doesn’t say anything from his spot on the ground, only raising his eyebrows as he watches the little one let out a loud whine as she squirms around.

you narrow your eyes, ready to quip back some sharp remark but the doorbell rings. you quickly gather the toddler into your arms as you stand, “better go answer it, princess”

“.. wha’?”

you smirk as you lightly bounce the now calm baby in your arms before squatting infront of his still figure, eyes gazing over his new hairdo and the shook expression he holds, “i gotta tend to our daughter, so you get to answer the door”

you leave him with a quick bruising kiss and a slight ruffling of his hair, nearly prancing out of the living room as you softly talk to the small girl in your arms.

daryl can’t hear exactly what you’re saying but giggles erupt from the both of you as you exit the room and he can’t find himself to be anything but happy, warmth flooding his chest at the clear happiness that emits from his girls.

so if he blindly answers the doors with two braided pigtails atop his head, well- he can only hope whoever stands on the other side keeps quiet on the matter.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fic #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x reader fic #norman reedus #the walking dead #twd x reader #daryldixon #short blurb #fluffy #rite4fun #romantic pairing

[bidaryl]

THE WALKING DEAD: DARYL DIXON —1.01: L'âme Perdue

#m #becos i wanna Contribute. but im short on time #anyway. here we are then #twdedit #gifs #dd 1.01 #twddd #the walking dead: daryl dixon

[archerwithangelwings]

Short haired Daryl supremacy

#the walking dead #twd #amc the walking dead #amc #amc twd #norman reedus #daryl dixon #daryl dixon the walking dead #daryl twd #daryl dixon twd #short hair #short hair daryl dixon #daryl dixon short hair #norman reedus twd

[acozysoulwrites]

The archer and the girl | D.D

Description: The reader follows Daryl as they track a wounded deer, sharing a cute conversation.

Warnings: none!

The archer had always intrigued her. Ever since she laid eyes on him back in the prison, when Rick had first taken her in, asked her those three rather random questions and accepted her as one of them. It had been roughly eight years since then.

Sure they had gone through a lot, had their ups and downs, and were both highly awkward individuals... But that's what made them such a good pair. Between her softness and love of nature and his gruff demeanor, which hid a soft side only she saw, they were an unstoppable force.

Daryl took delicate steps, careful not to destroy the trail he was following. Every now and then, he would hear a twig snap or leaves crunch behind him, and if it were anyone else following him, he might have said something by now. But it wasn't someone else. It was her, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his chest at her endearing attempt at tracking as well as he could.

"Careful back there, er I might have ta' send you back," He quips, glancing back only for a second. Her eyes meet his and her face twists into an awkward 'oops' expression.

Sorry, she mouths. He turns and continues onward.

She eyes him from behind, admiring how his hair falls into his face but also wondering how he can see so well with it in such a way.

"Daryl?" She whispers, stepping in his empty footsteps.

He turns to her, worry rising in his chest. They would soon lose the deer he scathed at this rate. "Hm?" He hums.

"Well" She pauses when she trips over an uncovered tree root, quickly shooting him another apologetic grin. She finally reaches Daryl's side. "When did you learn to hunt?" She asks simply.

He frowns, "Maybe sometime when I was just a kid, can't really remember that too well, though," He states. He recalls reading a passage in a childhood abuse book about how the mind blocks scary memories out to protect the person. It explained a lot about himself, actually. "Why?" He blinks.

She shrugs, tugging at his sleeve and nodding towards the trail, reminding him there's a deer to be found. "I just wondered. You're quite good at it," She says softly, her hand still holding onto his sleeve for balance as they carefully tread through the soft mud.

Daryl smiles to himself. He wasn't noticed much, or if he was, no one in the group cared enough to give him a simple compliment. It was nice to hear, especially from her.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #twd #the walking dead #drabble #headcanon #one shot #one shot fluff #fluff #comfort #short story

[strnqer]

warning: nsfw content

“whater y’ doin’?”

not caring about getting caught you started riding faster, moving your hips in circular motions on daryl’s thigh as you moaned. “fuck,” you whimpered, thighs shaking slightly as you continued the abuse toward your swollen clit, somehow daryl’s jeans made the stimulation even better through your thin panties and it almost caused you to lurch forward in shock.

daryl chuckled at that as he throws his arms over the couch casually, “hm, feel good?” you nodded quickly, too lost in your own pleasure to comprehend a word

hands suddenly slithered onto your hips from behind and pressed you harder against daryl’s flexed thigh causing a silent scream to escape your lips.

ricks hard body pressed against your back as he leaned his knee on the open spot besides you, his hands remained on your hips as he quickened the movement of your hips on daryl’s leg.

“oh yeah,” rick stretched his words, dark southern drawl seeping through his lust filled words “i’m sure it feels good. don’t it sweetheart?”

#smut #twd x reader #twd daryl #twd rick #thigh riding #drabble #imagine #shorts #poly relationship #polyamourous #rick x daryl #fem reader #daryl x you #rick x you #the walking dead

[indigoraysoflight]

tempted to ask for one of the dirty prompts but to spite myself, how about 23?

CARYL pls

Hey there nonny, here you go <3

23. vintage

It was the cabin all over again.

Carol felt the tension between them wrap around her spine like a taut string as they walked inside the dilapidated building to camp out for the night. It was the first time they were alone. Really alone. Without people muttering around them in French with questioning glances, and suspicious prying eyes following their every move. Daryl hadn't left her side since they reunited a few days ago – he simply clasped her hand and led her inside without a word to his French companions.

They'd held each other so desperately when she found him - his face was pressed into the crook of her neck, his fingers dug deep welts in her jacket, and his arms clutched her so close that she felt his heaving breaths right down to the tips of her toes.

His warmth lingered on her perpetually as she kept finding ridiculous excuses to touch him. She felt ashamed of her weakness, but losing him for all this time had made her fear worse. So her arms lingered on his sides when he checked her after a fight; she leaned into him as they walked, brushed against his fingers when she handed him his crossbow, or traced his face every time she checked his head wound and watched him stare at her lips longingly.

Even though everything ached at that look.

Her tears blurred her vision when his eyes roamed her face every spare moment they had together. He'd hesitate for a long moment before brushing them with his thumbs, and pressing his forehead to hers until it was time to keep moving again.

But the deep yearning for each other's warmth had evaporated into thin air the moment they were on this path by themselves. Reality kicked in as days passed, and she saw how different he looked here, how at ease he was with the terrain and the people.

It reminded her of the days after the cabin when she didn't know exactly where she fit into his life. As the distance between them grew, and his hesitance to approach her got stronger – an unexpected spark of sadness followed her.

They found a large, empty room in the building for the night. The floors were crusted marble, an old charred fireplace against a wall with a stack of wood that looked untouched for years, and a rusty bronze chandelier covered in cobwebs smashed in the corner. The walls were all crooked chunks of brick and plaster cracked away with time. Two long windows on either side of the fireplace filtered the dying light in the room.

She turned her back to him and removed her gun, coat, and jacket. There was a rustle of fabric behind her as he did the same. She unrolled their bedrolls and sat with her back against the wall as he knelt down and lit a fire. He reached into his pocket to draw a box of matches when a tiny brown wooden box fell out, rolled across the floor, and clattered against her right foot.

Carol lifted it to find a crude etching of a flower on top of it, she turned it in her hand as he stoked the flames. He chewed his lip and looked at the box, then back up at her. His hair was soft gold in the firelight with threads of silver peeking through it.

"What's this?" The box rattled as she turned it upside down.

"Open it." He sat with his back against the wall, a few feet away from her.

The box unscrewed, and sitting inside was a tarnished silver Jasper ring. It looked about a hundred years old, with soft ochre and black spots forming around the knots on the sides, the crevices, and the rim of the dotted silver bubbles around the textured green Jasper stone in the middle.

"A ring?" Carol furrowed her brow.

"It's a Jasper ring." Daryl's voice was soft, taking her back to another time when he'd used it to tell her a story. "Heard a long time ago that Jasper helps give you the courage to face hardships and strengthens bonds between loved ones that are gone."

She traced the knots on either side of the ring. "Celtic knots," Daryl moved closer and tentatively touched one. "That there is a love knot, a sign of love shared between two people."

Their eyes locked for one searing moment, his eyes lingering on her lips, tears glistening on his lashes. His lips were chapped and dry, he swiped them with his tongue before looking down at his hands. Carol turned back to the ring.

The Jasper stone was a gradient of streaked green and bright points of soft yellow patterns, like a constellation etched in stone. Its shine had dulled over the years, it looked like it had weathered quite a few storms. She could feel Daryl's eyes on her as she twirled the ring.

"It's beautiful."

"Yeah."

She turned and saw him gazing at her softly.

"Found it in this antique shop I was camping in one night when I was alone in the early days." He leaned his head back on the wall. "Reminded me of that ring you used to wear back at the Commonwealth – the one you lost after the battle."

"Is that why you kept this ring?" Carol hated how small her voice sounded.

He nodded, "It gave me hope."

She searched his eyes quietly even though she knew he was telling the truth.

"Dunno why but I thought for as long as I held on to it, you wouldn't forget me. Let me go." Daryl's eyes were pleading. "So when I saw you again, I could give it to you."

"I'm never going to forget you, Daryl."

His exhale trembled out of him, and his eyes glistened.

Carol wiped her tears and looked down at the ring. "Why didn't you give it to me?" The words cracked around the edges.

"Didn't think you'd want it anymore."

She looked back at him. His fringe covered his face and his fingers twitched in his lap. Carol held the ring out, Daryl accepted it quietly. She locked eyes with him and held out her hand. His eyes widened briefly, and shone in the moonlight as he searched her face. She smiled at him softly, and he placed the ring on her finger.

Leaning her head on his shoulder, she swayed her hand to catch the moonlight on the yellow specks of the Jasper stone. She turned to look at his watery blue eyes to find him staring at her longingly.

"What do you think?"

Daryl's lips quirked up, "It suits ya," he said without looking away from her.

Carol's smile wilted into the raw longing she'd felt when she thought she would never find him again. She caressed his jaw and she let herself see him – all of him beneath the thin veneer he'd donned to survive in this strange land.

Her resolve cracked and tears spilled anew when Daryl made a tiny whimpering sound in the back of his throat and pressed his forehead against hers. He turned his face into her palm and pressed his lips to it, then pulled her closer so she could rest her head on his chest. A few moments later, his breathing turned into soft snores, and the raw longing she felt escaped through her lips before she could stop it.

"Should've gone to New Mexico..."

The silence that followed made the fire crackle louder. The Jasper stone glinted in its light. Carol fisted her fingers in his shirt, nuzzling into his chest and letting her tears soak into his skin as he slept.

"It's still out there." Daryl's chest rumbled beneath her ear. She looked up.

"Yeah?" Carol's voice trembled.

"Yeah." Daryl's voice was firm.

His thumb grazed her cheek and caught her tears, his hand wrapped over the ring and held onto her hers tightly.

He kissed the crown of her head, and she nuzzled back into his chest and pressed a kiss to his skin. His arms engulfed her until she was surrounded by him. Daryl. His breath tangling in her hair, his heart thrumming in her ear, his skin grazing her lips, his warmth lulling her to sleep, and his ring wrapped around her heart.

Hope was not lost.

#I hope this is enough proof that sometimes you don't need a kiss or an ILY to convey how much two people love each other #especially not when you have two actors with a chemistry that burns brighter than a thousand suns #and the lack of a kiss is not the reason why some carylers felt robbed at the end #caryl fanfic #caryl short fic #caryl fanfiction #caryl prompt fill #my fics #carol x daryl #daryl x carol #caryl #anon ask #writing prompts #darylneedscarol #caryl: my short fics and one shots

[nipple-brains]

I was thinking about how no one in TWD wears shorts even though it's so hot all the time. Like I get it outside a walled settlement for safety but they don't even wear them in the walls. Then I pictured Rick Grimes or Daryl Dixon in jorts or stubbies and it would simply be too sexy

#let those boys get their calves out #negan in short shorts 🥰 #the walking dead #twd daryl #twd negan #twd rick

[weretheones]

what is everyone’s favourite daryl era and why is it the prison

#daryl dixon #hes fine. that's why #theyre happy and hes invested in his family and they have a little community and he knows everyone <3 #he becomes a leader and is finally able to express his care for other people #also hes sexy. #short hair >>>

[djarindroid]

The Morning After

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: A soft morning after yours and Daryl's first night together. (I wasn't specific with what era this was set in, but I was picturing early Alexandria)

Warnings:  hints at sex but nothing explicit

Word Count: 941

You awoke slowly, the morning light barely peeking through a crack in your curtains. The warmth surrounding you made you want to nuzzle further into your bed and sleep the day away. Though as your mind began to slowly wake, you began to remember the events of last night. 

How you and Daryl had fallen into your bed wrapped in each other's arms. How tenderly he’d kissed you as you both removed the other's clothes. How you felt the rest of the world slip away, the only thing that had mattered was you and Daryl. 

It dawned on you that the soft warmth surrounding you was because you were still tangled in Daryl’s arms, laying on top of him with your head resting on his chest. A quiet stillness filled the room, as the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you created a soothing rhythm lulling you into a sense of calm. 

You began to drift peacefully back to sleep, moving yourself to curl further into Daryl’s body. As you shifted your body your eyes shot open with the realisation of just how much of your weight was draped across Daryl. You didn’t want to disturb him, but you also didn’t want him to be uncomfortable beneath you. Slowly and carefully you began to try and move to his side without waking him, though the second you shifted, his arms tightened slightly around you. 

‘Stay,’ he mumbled quietly, causing his chest to rumble beneath your cheek. You glanced up at him, his eyes had remained closed and if you hadn’t heard him just speak you’d think he was still in a deep sleep.

‘I’m staying, just moving off you,’ you tried to explain as you once again began to move your body. Only for Daryl to wrap his strong arms tighter around you, keeping you in place flush against him.

‘Quit moving, ‘s comfy,’ he grumbled. 

‘Daryl let me off, I’m crushing you,’ you laughed lightly as you pushed at his chest. Half attempting to get off of him, though your resolve was slowly fading. 

‘Ya ain’t crushing me, besides there’d be worse ways to die,’ he joked back as he opened one eye to peer down at you. A smirk spread across his face as he watched you give in and settle back on him. Daryl’s half opened-eye watched as your fingers traced a light path across his chest.

You took a moment to glance up at him, his eye closed once again. This was probably the most calm you’d ever seen him, with slight indents left across his cheek from the way he had laid on the pillow. You admired the way his soft hair surrounded his head, with a few strands cascading over his eyes. 

Without a second thought you tenderly reached up to sweep the fallen strands of hair away from his face. The sensation of your hand softly brushing his cheek caused him to hum contentedly and lean into your warm palm.

‘How’d ya sleep?’ He murmured, voice still raspy with sleep, you couldn’t help but smile at the sound. 

‘Really good,’ you answered truthfully. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d woken up and actually felt rested. ‘You?’ 

‘Good. Better,’ he huffed out, wearing a subtle grin on his face. He found it soothing having you here in his arms, feeling truly content for the first time. 

‘Better?’ You questioned, confusion flickering across your eyes at his wording. You tilted your head to observe his face, hoping you’d be able to read what he was thinking. 

‘Mmhmm,’ he nodded, as he finally opened both eyes to look down at you. ‘Got to wake up with you in ma arms,’ he stated so confidently you couldn’t help but blush. You tried to look away, attempting to hide your face in his chest, only for him to cup your cheek, keeping your eyes on his. ‘Wish I could wake up like this every day,’ he admitted in a whisper whilst he slowly leaned down. 

His lips met yours gently. There was no urgency behind his actions, he was kissing you simply because he wanted to. You reciprocated, smiling into the kiss. You couldn’t quite believe how lucky you were right now. Daryl Dixon was here in your bed, kissing you and telling you everything you’d dreamed of hearing. It was such a perfect moment.

Daryl’s words echoed around your head as you continued the languid kiss. Waking up to this everyday sounded like something you could definitely get used to. He pulled away slightly. His hand began absent mindlessly tracing patterns across your bare skin as he asked, ‘ya got anywhere to be today?’ 

You shook your head no as you gazed into his eyes. ‘Do you?’ You asked, silently hoping he didn’t, wanting to drag this perfect moment out for as long as you could. 

‘Nah,’ he replied as he fully rested back onto your pillow, pulling you closer in his embrace once again. You sighed contentedly, your body instantly settling against his once again. The room fell into a comfortable silence once more, broken only by the sound of bird songs from outside. 

Daryl continued to lazily draw patterns across your skin, causing you to feel a gentle pull towards the arms of sleep. You allowed your eyes to flutter closed, the rhythmic beat of Daryl’s heart beneath your ear created a lullaby. Clearly Daryl shared your desire for more rest and whispered in a drowsy voice ‘let’s jus’ stay here a while.’ Succumbing to his suggestion you quietly slipped back to sleep, with the promise of waking up to a loving embrace.

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That growling wasn’t a walker

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • You can handle just one walker…or a few…or really, yeah. Daryl is in for a surprise • SFW/Smol ANGST • TW: Minor Injuries / Anxiety

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“It’s getting late, should set up camp somewhere”

“Go ahead and set it up” Y/N handed Daryl the few squirrels and one rabbit she caught, earning a confused look from the man. “Heard some walkers. Gonna take them out before setting up our trigger lines”

“Smart…just be safe okay?” Daryl reminds his partner always as she gave him a smile bringing herself close enough for him to meet half way for their lips to touch. “Don’t make me have to come after yea” a hint of a smirk peaked out when Y/N playfully smacked him in the chest before heading toward the low growling she heard.

Y/N went a bit further than she expected from where she was with Daryl. The sound grew louder so she half expected to deal with at least a handful of walkers. Nothing she can’t handle. She was starting to hear a different tone with the growling that it started to come off as animalistic.

“Hm…” Y/N kept her gun holstered and readied her hunting axe when it came to the bigger animals.

And boy. Wait til Daryl heard about this

She’s been gone a minute Daryl thought as he finished the fire and half the trigger lines, keeping the direction she went off to open so she wouldn’t trip and hurt herself. It’s happened. He’s learned his lesson.

Footsteps started to come clear and they were heavier than normal if they were Y/N’s. He knows it’s wrong but to be safe he readied his crossbow and soon enough her silhouette came clear. Daryl instantly glued his gaze to the amount of blood on her and tried not to think too hard about it.

“Rough kill?”

“Something like that—-Hey Daryl, have you ever like eaten a grizzly bear?”

That made him look up at her confused stopping himself from making a makeshift grill.

“Nah, be crazy to hunt a bear”

Y/N crouched down a bit to his level as Daryl got a clearer look at the blood on her noticing it was fresh and part of his mind went to she got hurt.

“Would you…say they’re edible though? Never heard somebody eat a bear”

“Anythin’ is edible if you’re hungry—-You gotta sit down let me look—-“

“Cool. I got bear for dinner” She patted her legs as she rose from the crouched position taking a few steps back before dragging a dead bear into view. “Son of a bitch put up a fight”

The man was speechless watching her drag this grizzly bear next to him and immediately sat on the other side taking out her knife about to start skinny when he stopped her.

“Sweets, we gotta get you cleaned up and make sure you ain’t too badly injured”

“I’m not. Just a few scratches and probably a gnarly bruise on my side from getting almost knocked off my feet but I’m good” Y/N plopped herself down and started to get to work, and Daryl helped her knowing if he quickened the process he can access her injuries.

It took a few hours and a bit of convincing, but here they were. Sitting next to one another enjoying some of the bear meat while the rest was wrapped up and hung up to avoid losing the hunt to what was hunted. Daryl finished wrapping Y/N’s arm in the last of the bandage he carried letting her finally have a full grasp on some of the bear meat.

“You’re crazy you know that”

“I’m hangry, let me enjoy this”

The archer rolled his eyes watching her eat and occasionally adjust the bear pelt laid on her shoulders. It was still unsettling that his partner took on a bear, not surprising because she can definitely handle shit but how she didn’t get help or even wanted it.

“Just wait til Michonne hears about this”

“She’s gonna be so proud” Y/N laughs a little to herself knowing damn well Michonne is gonna accuse Daryl of not keeping a close eye on his partner. Because she has a tendency of doing radical things.

Once they packed up and headed back home, Michonne wasn’t the only one to greet them back as she was accompanied by Carol and Aaron who both noticed the bandages and bear pelt on Y/N.

“Daryl, what happened?”

“We brought back a lot of game” Daryl states dropping the bag by Aaron’s feet as he immediately looked inside with a confused look.

“Uh. That’s a lot of meat”

“Captain Obvious over here” Y/N laughs, shrugging the bear pelt off and handing it to Michonne as she kept her attention on her injuries. “Hey, it lost the fight”

“You two hunted a bear?? You know how dangerous—-“

“Ha!” Y/N cut Carol off immediately. “We…”

Then all three of them looked at Daryl with a hint of anger and worry but the second emotion was more directed toward Y/N.

“She hunted a bear”

“All by herself”

“When she could’ve just left it alone” Michonne finishes only to roll her eyes to Daryl’s shrug of a response.

“She didn’t die”

“SHE STILL GOT HURT!” Aaron pointed out the obvious one more time as Y/N sighs patting Daryl on the shoulder.

“They are ungrateful to my hard work” and with that she made her way back to their place. Knowing damn well Daryl was going to get chewed out by the three and she wasn’t going to stay there for that.

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“Can I hold ya..?” You chuckled at his words. “Of course you can, Daryl. Why are you so nervous?” You stared at him. Your shirt was already discarded on the ground, the buckle of his belt already undone. “I ain’t never done this before.” He looked at you with such a anxious expression. Daryl was always embarrassed to get intimate with you. Every time you brought it up, he immediately shut it down. You always thought that maybe he didn’t want to because of you. But that was far from the case. He very much wanted to get intimate with you, but he was afraid. He was afraid to do something wrong or make it an awful experience for you. Daryl wanted to be ready, he wanted to make sure he knew what he was doing. That’s how much he loved you. “Oh Daryl, that’s okay. It doesn’t matter to me.” He felt slightly shocked but a wave of relief washed over him. “I jus..I jus wanna make you feel good, I wanna make it good for ya.” You looked at him in awe. Daryl always made you feel loved, appreciated and comfortable. He did almost everything, for you. You realize this, pulling him into a heated kiss. It was taken slow but surely. By the end of the night, you were in each other’s arms and sleeping soundly afterwards <3

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daryl is not a good cook. it's literally canon that he has no idea what he's doing if there's not an open flame in front of him. and even then, he's not thinking about flavors— he's thinking about the makeup of the components that lead to the final meal.

he's in a constant survival situation where all that matters is that he's getting something to eat at all, so he's seeing it as "this is a protein. this is a starch. this is a carb." to him, and to the disappointment of anyone he serves his food to, it mostly doesn't matter what flavors are happening as long as his body is getting something it needs ( mostly protein ) out of it. this is why he largely prefers cooking ( read: charring ) some kind of meat over a flame and calling it a day.

now, if daryl could have any food he wanted and he had to choose something that has nothing to do with hunting ? he's going for things like loaded chili cheese fries. shitty fast food burgers. fried chicken.

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