#daryl imagines
Thanks for all the love on the new fic, beebs! Y'all are gold. ❤️ And @deathishereditary I’m so STOKED YOU LOVED IT!
New surprise one shot dropping in the next couple hours because The Muse still is giving me writer’s block on Dead of Winter… BUT AT LEAST YA’LL GET SOMETHIN’! <3
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Words: 300
Summary:Living in the woods was a challenge, looking for Rick was another. But you sill enjoyed it.
As you sat by the makeshift camp, you smiled as you watched the water.
This was your home.
A small tent, the river and the traps. But your real home was Daryl.
The two of you have been together for four years now. Your relationship had ups and downs but you loved him. With every ounce in your body.
He was fearless, kind and handsome. Making your heart skip a beat every time he looked at you. How you managed to get him was still a mystery for you.
Daryl Dixon.
Who was currently out checking the traps to see what will you have for dinner. You left Dog with you so you had a little company at least.
You were never one who liked to sleep in tiny spaces, but there was just something about the way you were forced to cuddle Daryl, and for that you’d never complain.
Spending every night sleeping by his side was a privilege.
But the rainy nights were your favourite, there was just something about the way he held you closer to keep you warm on those nights.
“Why are you not letting him in?” you asked Daryl as he was laying down, you sat up when you noticed Dog wasn’t there.
“He is an outside dog.”
“He could sleep at our feet. It’s raining Daryl.”
“I know, still he stays outside.”
You huffed, but you knew Daryl was a suborn man. So, you knew you needed a new plan to keep your perfect doggo safe from the rain.
So, you got to work the next day while Daryl was gone. You managed to find enough wood to build a cover.
When Daryl arrived back he was presented with what looked like a dog house. He looked at it as he dropped the rabbits.
“What’s that?”
“Welcome back! You were gone longer than I expected, that is for Dog. He likes it,” you said as the dog laid in it wagging his tail to let you know, he was happy.
Daryl decided not to say anything, but his heart melted as he thought about just how perfect you really were.
Instead, he decided to start preparing dinner.
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Words: 800
Request:Just wanted to ask a fluffy Daryl!! It’s New Year and reader wants to kiss Daryl (who she started dating only some days ago) at midnight. He thinks it’s a silly tradition but she convinces him!! Please and thank you!!
Daryl was not the man who was a big fan of traditions, especially not with the way the world was right now.
He couldn’t care less about any traditions, holidays like Christmas for New Year’s Eve.
In Alexandria Rick wanted to at least have a little Christmas of their own, he invited everyone to his house and they even exchanged small presents, Daryl went along with everything that happened but he knew better than to get too comfortable.
He only went because of you, Because he knew you would be there he wanted to be there as well, and he did not regret that.
He wasn’t sure how you found such a dress, but he was not about to ask questions as you looked like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life.
After a couple of short conversations with you, he just knew you were the one for him, and he was also shared that his friends had a certain plan to get the two of you together. But he didn’t care about that he forgot about everything even the walkers outside as soon as you walked in with that beautiful red dress of yours.
He needed some fresh air after dinner so he went out to the porch and there he found you sitting in a chair drinking but you can only assume was wine. Out there on that porch is where everything happened, it’s where he was finally able to confess his feelings to you and the two of you became a couple. Of course, everyone was watching you from the windows and when you pulled him close to kiss him under the mistletoe everyone cheered inside.
And now came New Year’s Eve.
Another year went by in this hell, and Daryl didn’t see the point to celebrate that.
If you weren’t so excited, he wouldn’t even go to the party that the people were throwing around the neighbourhood.
You sold him that you wanted him to kiss you exactly at midnight but he wasn’t really fond of the idea. Although you definitely understood why he was behaving like this, you understood that there was nothing to celebrate about a new year coming but it was something that you always wanted to try and now that you finally had someone, someone you loved, you really wanted to.
Daryl didn’t have a choice, he just didn’t know about it yet.
You ended up not going to the others, you just headed over to Daryl’s so the two of you could have a quiet night. And that you did.
Maybe too quiet.
You were a bit bored but you didn’t tell that to Daryl. He did give you some nice alcohol which certainly helped your courage.
But you were still set on that kiss at midnight.
You were not about to force or trick him, you wouldn’t do that. So, you decided to talk to him and ask him why was he so against a little kiss. Not like during the last couple days you two didn’t kiss.
“I just think it’s stupid.” he said and you tilted your head at his answer.
“Why? Does it have to do with your past? Were you rejected or heartbroken? I don’t care if you were I’m o-“
“No, that’s not it. I’m just not a big fan of traditions like that in a world that is burning.”
“I know that but… if we forget holidays, traditions, what will be left? We won’t have anything just pain and misery.” Daryl never thought about it that way, you were completely right he was at a loss for words.
“I never-“ he didn’t know what to say you got him there.
You smiled at him, it was such a sweet smile. That smile always made his worries disappear, that’s why he fell in love with you in the first place, you had something that no one else had.
Then Daryl heard the others counting back.
10
9
8
He pulled you closer, looking you in the eyes, he didn’t speak, he didn’t have to.
7
6
5
You moved your arms around his neck as he moved his hands up your back.
4
3
2
He leaned down as you moved up, letting your lips meet.
1
Happy New Year!
The sweetest kiss, exactly at midnight.
Maybe this year will be better, maybe things will finally change for the better. And with you by his side, Daryl was sure they will.
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You take my breath away - Teaser
A/N - Hey guys! here’s a teaser of something I’ve been working on not sure if i should continue with this, It hasn’t got any smut yet but will do if i continue on it. Please please please leave me a comment and let me know what you think! Apologies for any mistakes i haven’t edited this or read it over!
Love Jen :)
He was the most incredible looking man you had ever seen, Walking through the gates with that possum in his hand, He was definitely a little disheveled, Looked like he was in serious need of a shower but gorgeous nonetheless. Your mouth going dry the moment you saw him, Feeling the now unfamiliar fluttering in your stomach as he walked by you, Not sparing a second glance in your direction.
His eyes alert and suspiciously taking in his surroundings, You watched as he handed his crossbow over, Fingers twitching as it was moved further away from him. Aaron leading them to Deana’s house. Where they will no doubt be being interviewed on camera, Just like all the newcomers were. Just like you had been three months before, Looking over the others in the group seeing their wary eyes the exhaustion showing through the cracks in their demeanor.
Letting out the breath you weren’t aware you had been holding you watched them disappear around the corner. As you were turning to go back into the house you were stopped by Olivia. Rushing from the direction the strangers had gone, a huge basket full of linens in her arms.
“Hey Y/N Are you busy? Any chance you can give me a hand? Deana has asked me to set up the two houses down the street for the new guys” Looking at you with those hopeful puppy dog eyes, She knew there was no way you could say no to her.
“Fineeee, But Jessie’s helping too!” You groaned turning back towards her and down the front steps.
“Thank you Y/N! Jessie’s already there loading some supplies into the cupboards” Her pace was getting faster now, Half running to keep up with her frantic walk you let her continue.
“Could you please start on the beds, That would be a HUGE help. Here take this” Offloading the basket to you she turned back towards the garage that held all of the town’s supplies.
“I’m going to grab some more linen, I’ll be back in a few!”
Groaning again at the weight of the basket you walked up the steps of the house Olivia had specified. Spotting Jessie in the kitchen immediately.
She laughed at your sour expression “She roped you into this too?” You nodded in reply carrying the basket up the stairs and starting in the first room you came too.
Picking up the first bundle of sheets, Finding a little note attached ‘Single’ Pushing them to one side you picked up the next ‘Double’ Taking the note off and putting it back in the basket you made your way to the bed. Pulling the sheets on and making the bed easily you continued into the other three bedrooms upstairs, Finding one set of double sheets remaining.
Walking down the stairs you passed Jessie again in the Kitchen, Stopping for a moment you took a glass of water from her mumbling your thanks, “Just the basement left! Has she come back yet?”
“Mhmm She left that for you” pointing to a basket of towels. “And she said she’s left the next bunch of sheets and towels in the next house ready”
“And what pray tell is olivia doing while she’s got me sweating like a Whore in Church”
Jessie choked a little on her water trying to suppress her giggle at your words. “Beats me! Tried to ask her, She ran off looking very important” She giggled again.
“Best get on before she finds more jobs for me!” Jessie agreed to grab the towels and put them into each bathroom, Snagging two from her you took it down to the basement with you.
This place was lucky really, There had been a hotel nearby that was just about to open as all hell broke loose that had stacks of linens, Plates and silverware. Enough to fully stock this place for a long time.
It seemed silly to you at first for this to be a huge concern but the longer you stayed here and the more you got used to the little comforting things like the Clean bedding and actual utensils the more important it had started to feel. It made you feel normal, Civilised. Like the world hadn’t just thrown a tantrum. Sure it never lasted very long but the comfort you got from these little things was priceless.
Once you had finished the bed down stairs you and Jessie made your way over to the second house repeating the jobs, Smiling as you left. Hopefully the comfort the little things had on you would also reassure and comfort the new guys. If only just a little. Being out there for so long yourself you knew how hard it would be for them to adapt.
When Aaron had first brought you through the gates you thought you must have died. Everything was so….Normal, The houses all pristine. All happy smiling faces welcoming you to the neighbourhood. It had taken you a week to speak, Sometimes you still weren’t sure if it was real at all, Maybe this is where your consciousness goes when you were walking around as one of those dead but not dead freaks.
Walking back home you spotted Olivia, Saluting her “All done El capitan!” She laughed as you walked by purposely not slowing in case she thought of another job for you.
Sinking back into your couch and grabbing the book you had discarded earlier when the commotion at the gate started, You had been out hunting the day before, Which meant today you could take the next few days easy.
Reading the Hobbit for the millionth time, You easily slipped back into that familiar world, Only stopping when it got too dark to see the words on the page. The next day was much the same head straight back into your book escaping the real world as long as you could. Not realising how long you had been sat there, The sun was low on the horizon when you were pulled from your favourite book.
Opening the door you were greeted by a smiling Aaron. “Hey Y/N I can’t stay gotta get back to Eric, Deana is throwing a welcome party for the new guys, Since you’re our newest person besides them, She is pretty insistent you attend!”
Rolling your eyes “Insistent hm? I think I’ll give it a miss..But thanks for the invite!” Trying to shut the door hoping this conversation was over when the door was stopped on his foot.
“C’mon Y/N a little more socialising won’t kill you! You’ve managed to come out of your shell to me Jessie and now Olivia! A few more wouldn’t hurt right?”
The puppy dog eyes. How did every fucker in here know that was your weak spot.
“Ughhhhh Finee! Only if you’re going to be there?” He nodded happily turning and stopping on the steps “See you at 8 wear something pretty” He winked, Taking off before you could change your mind.
Pretty? You weren’t even sure you owned anything that could be classed as pretty. Storming upstairs like a toddler having a tantrum you stripped quickly showering the sweat from yourself before stepping out wrapping the fluffy towel around you.
Walking over to your closet you pulled at the pile of dresses you had haphazardly thrown to the bottom of the closet when you had moved in, Never thinking in this new world there would be a place for pretty dresses.
Separating the sizes you pulled the few that would fit you to one side throwing the rest back in a heap again. Holding them up to your chest you decided on a black figure hugging one with a slit up one side. You guessed this would be kind of functional too. The slit certainly gave you enough room to move if you needed to. Picking up a pair of almost matching wedges you threw them both on the bed. Turning your attention to your hair as you tried to tame it.
It was a shame this new world didn’t include bloody straighteners. Groaning at yourself you couldn’t believe that had just crossed your mind. There were more important things to worry about besides your hair!
Running the brush through it once more, It would do. Your mother certainly would be happy. She loved your naturally wavy curls. You felt the twang in your heart as you remembered her, She had lasted 6 months after the fall before one wrong step sent her into the arms of a walker taking her from you. Rubbing your eyes gently. No you wouldn’t cry, If she was here now she’d be giving you an earful about it, Demanding you enjoy your night and your freedom.
Looking over at the tiny clock on the side 8:15 shit you were late. Pulling the dress over your head and heels on your feet you spared your reflection one last look smoothing the dress down on your stomach nervously. You can do this. It’s only people right?
Slowly descending the stairs and making your way out the door, Your feet dragging as you headed closer to the party. Stopping outside the door, Hearing the laughter from the other side.
Before you knew what you were doing you were spinning back around back up the street when a light fell over you.
“Sneaking away before they can see you huh Y/N?” Giving him a guilty look.
“I tried… Tried and failed. Oh well maybe next time!” You chuckled.
“Oh hey, Daryl right?” Turning and following Aaron’s gase you spotted him again. So the possum guy’s name was Daryl.
Giving him a small smile “I guess those kinda things aren’t for you either?”
Not quite looking at you he gave a non committal grunt.
Deciding to take Aaron’s earlier advice, Taking a deep breath.
“You eaten? I’m making spaghetti if you’re hungry?” He shrugged again.
“C’mon, She makes some pretty serious spaghetti” Aaron teased, raising his eyebrow at you.
“Guess I could eat” He mumbled, still looking more at his feet than you. Aaron gave you a wink as he went back inside giving you both a wave before shutting the door.
“C’mon it’s this way. Just down from your house. I guess you could say we’re neighbours” He fell into step with you still staying quiet the entire way. As you opened the front door you looked backwards seeing Daryl looking between your open door and his own house.
“Come in, Food won’t be long!” Holding the door open Daryl finally made his decision, his feet carrying him swiftly up the stairs and inside. Flicking the lights on as you followed him.
“Kitchen’s that way, I’ll get you a drink. Whiskey ok?” He finally looked at you.
“You guys have Whiskey?” A shocked expression crossing his face. “Yeah i found it out there still unopened a while back, I was saving it for a special occasion, But shh don’t tell olivia or she’ll add it to that list of hers!” He gave you a small smile as you poured a glass for each of you passing it to him.
“Make yourself at home! I’ll get this started” He took a seat at the breakfast bar rolling the glass around in his hands whilst you busied yourself in the kitchen pulling out everything you would need and quickly getting it started.
Turning back to the breakfast bar you grabbed the loaf of bread slicing a few pieces and covering them in some oil and wild garlic you had found on your hunt yesterday. Popping them into the oven. He spoke again “Why’s it a special occasion?” He mumbled.
Grinning at him and taking a sip of your whiskey. “It’s not everyday I get to cook my serious spaghetti for just anyone!”
You could see the blush rising in his cheeks as he took a long swig of his whiskey. You leant over to top his glass off, Before turning to the cupboards and grabbing placemats, Plates and cutlery.
“Here let me do that” He tried as he moved towards you.
“Absolutely not! My mother would roll over in her grave if she knew i put a guest to work” Smiling sadly as your mother popped into your head again. Setting the table.
Turning your attention back to your meal you strained the pasta, Popping it into a dish before dishing up the sauce too. Taking them back to the table and returning to the oven to fish the garlic bread out.
Once everything was on the table you both took a seat. Reaching over you served him a large portion popping a few pieces of garlic bread on his plate before serving yourself.
“Dig in” You insisted before turning back to your plate. He watched you take the first few mouthfuls before reaching for his own fork.
After a few minutes of silence you spoke up again “So what do you think of Alexandria?”
“I think it ain’t real”
“I thought that for a long time, Hell I’m still not convinced and I’ve been here 3 months”
“So your not…uh…Not from here. Like the others”
“I’m from out there I guess. Asheville Georgia originally”
His eyes went wide at this “Me too, Sorta. Lived up near the mountains in Georgia”
A huge grin crossing your face “So we’ve always been neighbours then! How strange that we would meet here in DC! We must have been in the same places a thousand times! I used to go hunting in the mountains with my daddy”
He shrugged “Alotta my group from near there, We met in Atlanta……” he trailed off mumbling “Ya wouldn’t have noticed someone like me anyway”
Trying to get him to meet your eyes over the table, “Oh i most definitely would have noticed YOU Daryl”
He cleared his throat awkwardly, the tops of his ears peeking through his shaggy hair going beet red, his face lowered, he turned his attention back to his food.
Realising you had probably gone too far, Afterall you didn’t really know anything about this man, You had only seen him once yesterday morning before tonight, You weren’t even sure if he was single. Or straight for that matter. Trying to ease the awkwardness that had now descended in the room you tried a quick change of conversation.
“How are your group feeling about being here? Did you and your partner manage to sleep okay?” Hoping your not so subtle way of asking him if he were single wouldn’t be too obvious.
“Partner? Rick’s the Cop not me” He grumbled. Okay maybe not as obvious as you first thought.
You shook your head slightly, his obliviousness was strangely endearing, “Sorry no i meant your girlfriend, Wife” When he didn’t reply straight away you figured you must have missed the mark. “Boyfriend?” You questioned.
He snorted at this “I ain’t gay, Aint got no woman either” Not able to contain the gleeful smile on your face. Not that it would matter his eyes were fully trained on his meal as he started devouring it quicker, Reaching for his glass he drained the remaining dregs of the whiskey.
“Oh really? I thought for sure you’d have been snapped up by now!”
The blush returning to his face again he gave you a noncommittal grunt, Waiting a moment you realised he wasn’t going to answer. Not much of a talker. You were probably being too pushy, Small talk was hard to do after seeing the things he no doubt had seen out there, The things that man had probably had to do just as you had, Suppressing the shudder that threatened to run through you as your mind conjured up the images.
Standing quickly you walked back to the kitchen grabbing the bottle and refilling his glass and in turn your own.
Taking a deep gulp of the whiskey and then quickly finishing your own meal in silence, Both finishing your meal at the same time, Daryl raises the plate to his mouth to scrape the last bits of pasta into his mouth.
“Still hungry? There’s plenty more if you would like some more?”
Shaking his head no “ ‘M good.” He grunted. Taking his plate from him and collecting your own you took them into the kitchen dropping them in the sink you turned to retrieve the serving bowls, Almost crashing straight into Daryl, Your hands flinching up and landing on his chest steadying yourself.
He caught the bowl just in time surprisingly before any of the remaining food managed to spill on the floor.
Feeling the blush on your cheeks now as your hands lingered a moment longer than they should have done, Enjoying the firmness of his muscular chest under your fingers.
Dropping your arms to your sides. “I’m sorry! Thank you, Let me take that” Taking the bowl and turning your beetroot red face away from him you found a tupperware box in the cupboard filling it with the leftovers before turning to the sink and washing the dishes.
When you turned back to him he was watching you silently, Studying you it seemed.
Picking your glass back up you motioned to him “Should we finish the bottle or do you have somewhere to be?”
When he made no move to leave you picked up the bottle and motioned towards the living room letting him follow behind you, Taking a seat you finally kicked your uncomfortable heels off, Your feet instantly throbbing grateful to be out of their confines.
Propping your feet up on the coffee table in front of you, You sank back into the plush cushions behind you with a happy groan, Daryl stood awkwardly next to the couch glass hanging from his fingertips gasing at you with a softness in his eyes, The redness rising again in cheeks once he realised you had caught him gazing at you.
Smiling at his warmly “No need to stand on ceremony, Take a seat” Patting the chair next to you from emphasis. “More?” You asked, shaking the bottle at him. Taking it from you he filled his own glass before turning to yours and topping yours up also.
Clearing his throat awkwardly. “So…Are ya people here too?”
Dropping your eyes from him you shook your head sadly “Just me…They’re all gone….” The alcohol was taking over your words as you mumbled “Shouldn’t have been me…” Feeling a tear escape your eye as you thought about the countless lives you had watched taken before their time. People who would have been the greatest asset in this new world…Gone, Some died saving you. For what.. They should have let you die.
Pulling your mind from those thoughts, It didn’t do anyone any good to dwell! Wiping the tear quickly from your cheek grabbing your drink and gulping it down in one.
Turning back to Daryl you shifted a non convincing smile back to your face.
“How about you? Your group seems very close almost like a…”
Finishing your sentence for you “A family……Ya know i look around and i think about the people that are gone, And the people that are still here and it aint right…Aint fair..But yer gotta keep goin for em”
Smiling at Aaron’s name “Yeah i wouldn’t be here either if it wasn’t for him and Eric, They’re good people. Most of the people here are good people. Too innocent to the world as it is yes, But good people..”
After sitting in silence for a few moments when Daryl broke the silence. “Well i should…I should go….They’ll be wonderin where i am”
Standing with him you walked him to the door.
“Thanks. Thanks for the-”
“Your welcome Daryl….Maybe you could come again? It was nice to have company” Smiling you opened the door for him letting him linger on the threshold.
He let out another noncommittal grunt as his eyes lingered on you. Leaning against the doorway you followed his eye line down your body, smirking slightly you swayed your hips watching as his eyes followed your movements.
Darting forward you swiftly kissed his cheek. “Goodnight Daryl” The blush on his face matched yours as he turned and stomped down the steps rushing towards his own house.
Daryl
Holy shit she was perfect.
Good food, Great Whiskey, Perfect body. That dress…. He had never met anyone like her before, She hunted too. But a woman like that would never look twice at a man like him.
A dirty good for nothing redneck asshole, He didn’t even know why she had been so…so nice to him tonight.
Carol was waiting for him at the door. Puckering her lips at him she made a lip smacking noise “Kiss Pookie” She giggled.
“Shut up” He mumbled, heading straight for the stairs to the basement. He needed to be alone for a little while as he processed these thoughts. Locking the door behind him he took a few strides over to the bed and flopped down on it.
In the dark of the room the thoughts became more obvious. Throwing an arm over his face he groaned. From the second he had first seen her standing so beautifully in front of Aaron’s house he had a tightening in his stomach. He couldn’t have said no to her invitation if he tried.
If Merle had seen him tonight, Blushing like a love sick little girl, He would have had a right laugh, It was like he could hear his voice. “Oh Princess, Got a crush? Man up Baby bro, Go get that cooch”
Did she mean it when she asked if he could come again? He shook his head. She couldn’t have, she was just being nice. His mind couldn’t stop thinking of the way she smiled at him, The way her hair fell in front of her eyes when she laughed, The curves of her as she swayed in the doorway…. His pants were tightening at the thought. He would have to take care of that before he could fall asleep.
Imagining his hands were roaming her body he pulled his throbbing member free, He wouldn’t last long as he thought about her hands on him, While his hands roamed up those beautiful milky thighs. That beautiful mouth gasping for him.
God that did it, Groaning he let himself spill into his hand, Grabbing a rag at the side of him he wiped it from himself, Ashamed he turned over throwing an arm over his face before drifting into an undisturbed sleep at the thought of her.
Over the next few weeks he saw a lot more of Y/N, As they were the two best hunters in Alexandria they were often thrown together to head out of the walls.
Even in her half ruined Jeans and Walker splattered Shirt she was still gorgeous. On days like today when they’re outside the walls he noticed how her face changed from the strained smile to a relaxed free look in her eyes.
She was scanning the underbrush now checking the traps they had left the week before. He felt the blush on his cheeks when he realised he had been caught staring again.
“Everything okay?” She asked spinning around in a circle, her body tensing looking for the Danger.
He cleared his throat, “Yeah all good. Anythin in the trap?” Blush rising in his cheeks at being caught staring. After that they headed back to the town in comfortable silence, Walking side by side both carrying the day’s hunt, Y/N stopping every few minutes to forage things on the way.
Once back inside the walls, She came with him to his house as they always did now Only stopping to share the hunt with Olivia to share around the town, Y/N spent a lot more time around him and his group. Seeming to slot seamless into their messed up dynamic.
Just like every night she helped Carol prepare the dinner while he retreated to the porch, Cleaning his bow and bolts, The door open letting her musical laugh wash over him as he worked.
He could have listened to her all day, Before long he forgot what he was meant to be doing and just closed his eyes, Head leaning back against the house, Fully relaxed for the first time being in Alexandria.
He groaned inwardly opening his eyes to see who was disturbing his peace.
“Hey…” Rick took a seat next to Daryl on the porch nudging his knee and pointing towards the house.
“Y/N been spending a lot of time here…What’s going on with that?” He asked, giving you a knowing look.
“Why yer asking me?” Daryl huffed. “Shouldn’ yer be askin her”
Rick sighed before giving him another knowing look. “I seen the way you look at her, You sweet on her?”
Daryl wasn’t sure how to respond because of course he was ‘sweet’ on her but there was no changing who he was, A beautiful woman like that could never be interested in him, So there was just no point admitting his feelings to his friend as he knew you would never reciprocate those feelings.
Just as he opened his mouth to reply your beautiful song filled voice broke interrupted at just the right moment. His heart pounding, blush spreading across his face as you smiled at him, He was grateful for the darkness to hide this from you.
As he stood he felt her fingers brush his arm as she gave him an inquisitive look.
Y/N
You felt the electricity hum between you as your fingers found his arm, You had both been taking as many opportunities as possible to get closer to each other, So grateful when you were partnered together to hunt.
Two teasers?
Hey Y'all!
Sorry its been awhile since i have posted! I have two different one shots in the works at the moment that i’m wondering if i should finish or give up on and try something else.
I’m thinking about posting what i have written so far on here and get some feedback from you guys?
Let me know in the comments if that’s something you guys would be willing to do!
Much love!
Love Jen x
Hey Guy’s :)
Hey!
Just wanted to put another apology for not getting round to your requests or posting Content as much as i used to.
I’ve just left my Fiancee of 5 years and finding it hard to find time or motivation to write anything! I am working on a Daryl Fic at the moment just lacking inspiration!
What do you guys do when your suffering writers block? Any advice is appreciated! Again I’m really sorry! I’ll get something up as soon as i can!
Here’s my Favourite Norman pic as an apology
Love you all <3
Love Jen :)
Day 13 - Daryl Dixon x Reader
“Can’t banish me, it’s my room”
- Season: 5/6
- Words: 1k
- Warnings: None
Hope you enjoy some fluff! Only 7 days left ❤️
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“The hell are you doing girl?” Daryl spoke as he walked up to the house. He had gotten back from a hunt only to find you on the porch holding cans of paint and choosing the best colour. He watched as you intensely stirred and considered each colour. “Oh hey! I found theses in a storage cupboard and I thought it would be nice to paint your room”
“Why it’s fine”
“Well I thought it would be nice, plus everyone’s going out and with my sprain I can’t do anything” you replied. Daryl eyed you, he was thinking about how to go about this situation. “What colour ya thinking?” He asked. You were shocked by his response, “I’m not sure, maybe an earthy tone like brown or green. Something other than black” you said, showing him the collection of limited colours. He nodded. Daryl wanted to decorate his room, finally having his own space that was permanent and wasn’t occupied by someone else. At the prison his cell was just littered with bolts and other things a few pelts from animals he thought were pretty. The idea was just overwhelming and he was shocked you seemed so eager to help him, without him asking. “Sure, do you need any help?”
“I was going to do it as a surprise, so no coming into your room as I paint it”
“Ya can’t banish me, it’s my room. Besides how ya gonna reach the high places” he joked. A small grin placed on his features. You slapped his arm, “I decorated my own place back in the day, I would have managed” you replied. Daryl laughed and raised an eyebrow, causing you to lightly punch his arm. “So which colour then? I like this green” you said pointing to a muted olive colour. Daryl thought for a moment, his brain not being very creative he found it hard to imagine the colour on the wall. You watched as he got lost in thought, his brain trying hard to imagine what would look best in the space. “Here I’ll show you, can you carry the other pots?” You said, picking up the handle of two paint cans. He nodded, picking up the rest and following you.
His room was bland just like the prison, the wall bare and the room in dire need of a pop of colour. He watched as you pulled out a paint brush, dipping it in the colour and creating swatches. He smiled at the length you were going to help him settle more in Alexandria. “So which one?” You said now having the colours displayed neatly on the wall. He looked again, the swatches helping him visualise the colour more. “I’m stuck between the green and the grey” he replied. You nodded, giving him a small smile, “that’s alright we can do both! If you paint that wall green then the rest will be grey, since we have more of the grey” you said, handing him a roller, brush and the paint. You both quickly got to work, you showed him how to cut in the edges allowing him to control the paint much better and get a better finish. Idle conversation filling the space made it comfortable and memorable for him. “I forgot how it feels decorating, I painted my whole apartment on my own. No one would help me” you said, wiping your brow with your forearm as the Virginian heat leaked into his room. “Never did this, Merle and I never had anything permanent” he mumbled, expecting you to be shocked or pity him. “Well we are doing it now” you said smiling. You knew about his past, helped him move on from it, and leave it in the past . He admired you, wanted to help you move forward as well. “Think of it like, painting over old cracks” you said, he nodded not replying. You turned to watch the man focus on evenly spreading the paint on the wall with the roller. He didn’t fail to notice as you tried to sneak closer to him, confused as to what you were doing until he felt the paint swipe on his arm. “The hells that for!” he exclaimed, turning to look at you with the most offended look. You burst into laughter, before doing it again, his arm covered in two large swipes. He couldn’t be made for long, the sound of your laughter almost making his knees buckle. Instead as you were distracted he swiped at your face, covering your cheek in green paint. He started to laugh at your shocked paint, clearly thinking he would ignore you or not find it as funny as you did. It quickly escalated into a paint battle. Your clothes were covered in paint as was his arms. The walls half done as you continued to dip and chase each other around. When he dipped his brush and chased you he dragged small paint marks as he ran around, which you didn’t notice until you lost your footing sliding and crashing into the green wall.
“GOD! Are ya alright?!” He yelled quickly running over to you only doing the same thing and collapsing in a heap against you. The both of you laid looking at the ceiling laughing. Just two idiots covered in paint. “Are you okay?” He asked again, clutching his stomach from laughing too much. “Yes I’m okay! I might have a bruise but I had fun” you laughed. He smiled at you, laying watching you. You turned to meet his gaze smiling at him as well. Even though the community was hard to get used to, you had each other to make memories.
“You guys alright down there? We heard a crash, “Rick called out. You and Daryl both giggling helping each other up.
“We are just fine”
Comfort Daryl Drabble:
Needed this today, feeling mentally stumped and a bit sad but thinking of Daryl’s hugs is serotonin ❤️
Daryl noticed you picking at grass outside, the blades falling each time as you played with it. He was fixing his bike, the thing already broken after fixing it the other day after he had an argument with Carol. He didn’t know why you were nervous, he could tell you were. That’s why he sent dog over, he watched as your fingers ran through the animals coat instead, the dog causing a smile to appear on his face as he sloppily licked your face. “Hey, you seem to be missing a dog”
“He likes you better, he can keep you company” Daryl responded giving you a small smile. He noticed how you carried yourself, something was eating at you. “What’s wrong?” He pried. “Nothings wrong”
“Sure, got me there, come on Y/N I can see somethings up”
You didn’t respond, your fingers picking at themselves as you stood thinking about what you were going to say. He waited patiently, allowing you to sort through your brain knowing it was probably already overloaded with thoughts. “I just- feel like I should be doing more. Like I never do enough. Maybe I could be better and people would like me more, or maybe I’m annoying everyone-”
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard, your hands are muddy from the gardening, you hair is all over the place from entertaining the kids. The breakfast you made was delicious. There isn’t anything else you could do” he said, his focus now on you. You smiled at him, you were still picking at your fingers. Your words soothing your brain slightly but not enough. “You sure?” You asked your voice faltering. He nodded, a soft grunt leaving his lips. You smiled at him again, nodding before turning to go back to your spot. “Y/n come here” Daryl called out to you. When you turned he was there with our stretched arms. You welcomed them, his arms holding you tightly as the smell of sweat and pine filled your senses. He held you as close and tightly as he could, calming you down as best as he could. “Your enough, I promise. And you’re doing great” he said. You grinned this time, pulling yourself further into his hug.
Day 12 - Daryl Dixon x F!Reader x Rick Grimes
“It’s all part of the journey, including the ending”
- Words: 1k
- Season: 5/6
- Warnings: none
Hope you enjoy this one!
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They couldn’t look at you, they refused. Maybe if they didn’t look it wasn’t really happening, maybe you wouldn’t be in Alexandria on the bed, a large gash over your torso. You should be dead was the words Denise spoke to them when they came back from the run. “What did we do wrong? How did this happen?” Rick murmured under his breath, rocking in his chair as he held your cold hand. You were dying, or you could be. You lost so much blood they don’t know if you’ll make it through the night. Daryl stared out the window, or looked at the bandages that wrapped around your whole body, they didn’t want to lose you. They had already gone through so much. “She’ll be alright, she’s a fighter” Rick tried to comfort the both of them. Daryl breathed deeply shaking his head, “dunno, might have been too late” he whispered, his voice struggling to even get the words out. Rick sighed deeply, refusing to think like that, refusing to accept that his love, his heart was dying in front of him. “Maybe if I-” Daryl spoke quietly, “we could’ve saved her sooner”
“She’s not gone-”
“Ya see this cut”
“Yeah I see it Daryl- I can’t not see how we failed her. We shouldn’t have let her out of our sight, one of us should have been there. Hell! She shouldn’t have even gone!” Rick cried, tears beginning to pool in his eyes. Your screams of pain are still haunting him, like an alarm bell ringing his ears.
They ended up taking it in turns as you laid motionless on the bed, one slept in the bed surrounded by your scent as the other sat watching your chest rise and fall. The two avoided each other, Rick throwing himself into work and helping the community as Daryl lingered in the background hunting and providing for everyone in another way. Weeks had past and you had shown no sign of improvement. To get the boys some rest/ actually talk to each other Maggie and Glenn took to watching you tonight promising the boys they would get them if anything changed. Daryl shifted through your pack, the bag still filled and covered with blood. It sat on the porch waiting to be sorted so Carol could clean it, neither of them having the gut to sort through it. His fingers brushed against a notebook, the one he gave you at the prison. One that he would often see you leaving against Rick writing in. The cover tattered and folded. The pages were wrinkled and dirty, just an example of how much you had gone through them. He saw charcoal drawings of him and Rick, small poems or thoughts. Sketches of the prison, Merle’s bike. The sketchbook was full of things you had learnt, the pain or happy moments you felt the need to write down. The sun was setting as Rick left the house, he spotted Daryl sat on the swing seat. He sat next to him. Daryl didn’t say anything to him, but passed him the notebook, looking at the man.
Rick flicked through amazed at how you documented your life’s small notes about your love between the two men. He finished the book, his eyes staring at the last page.
‘It’s all part of the journey, including the end
Love Y/n’
Rick let out a choked sob the days of worrying catching up to him. Daryl was already silently crying. The two men sat wanting their half the person that made him whole finally. “I’m sorry- for not talking to you. Not being there for you”
“Me too”
The two men smiled, surprised their greatest weekends not only pulled them apart but held them together. Gave them purpose to wake up, to get up and try harder when they failed.
“RICK, DARYL. SHES AWAKE”
The boys stood up, running instantly with their shoes thudding on the streets of Alexandria. The book still clutched in Rick’s hand as he sprinted. They were met with your laughter, weak but still there as you spoke to Maggie. “Shit- the guy cut me badly didn’t he” you laughed lightly. “You almost died, you should have seen Rick and Daryl. Like lost puppies”
“I wish I did, god I could hear them and I wished I could just help them”
Maggie smiled, the group was confused when you fell in love with both of them. But it became normal, special. Watching a family form so closely warmed them, helped them continue on. “Hey boys” you smiled as they entered the room. They didn’t speak, just stared at you like you were the last thing on earth. “What do I have on my face”
Maggie stood and left, leaving the three of you alone. Once she left they slowly approached, smiling as they got closer. Their eyes are still raw and red from moments ago. “You’re okay?”
“I’m okay”
“We found ya book”
You smiled, nodding. “It was so I had a memory of everything, so if I lost you or anyone I could still see their faces. Hoping one day we had a place like this so we could decorate the house with them.” you said. The boys nodded, you scooted to the middle of the bed, allowing them to lay with you as you flicked through the book.
“We thought you were gonna die” Rick said, his lips kissing the top of your head.
“I might have, but you would still have this”
“I’d prefer to keep you” Daryl muttered, a kiss falling on your temple. The two of them finally resting, holding you close. When Maggie came by to check on you she found you looking through your book with a small smile on your face as you looked at all the memories you captured. She watched as the two boys held you close, protectively as you sat there. A sight comforting for many.