#the walking dead fanfic
The daisy bouquet
Description: Daryl picks flowers for reader while he is out one day. Spoilers for season 9. No warnings!
Daryl was never one to look at flowers. Not until the end of the world anyway. He had never really realized how many there actually were. He remembered his mom liked roses though. Maybe that was why he avoided them. He could only remember his mom by the smell of roses and harsh words.
“Hey Daryl when are we going to go out west?” She asks, her blue and grey eyes trailing over him from where she stood at the edge of the creek.
De squints up at her through sunlight and dirty brown hair.
“One day, jus’…” He trails off. He knows she wasn’t trying to bring it up but every time he thinks he can leave he is reminded of Rick. All he wants is to find a body at least. So he knows.
“I know…” She trails off before stumbling over a clump of mud, still following him closely. “Hey… We’ll find him”.
He grunts. She can’t promise that. He can’t even promise himself that. It pisses him off. How did he manage to get into a fight with is best friend on the same day he had to lose him. It wasn’t fair.
“Hey, there’s a patch of daisies over there, I’m going to try to get some for Michonne” She stammers, stumbling over a few rocks in the shallow water as she crosses.
Daryl watches as she spreads her arms out to balance in the shallow rush of water as it loosens her footing. They were just flowers, but maybe it was a nice thing to do. He never understood the gift after someone had lost a loved one. Flowers would just die in a few days. Still, he learned something new everyday… and they weren’t too bad looking. Maybe his favorite flowers were daisies.
He furrows his brows at himself. She’s turning him soft.
“Get em then… let’s go back” He grunts and turns to climb back up the little bank.
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A few days had passed and neither of them had found a single thing that left any idea where Rick had gone. Daryl would never tell anyone but his chest seemed to ache more every day that he was reminded of him. He would never admit it, but somewhere deep down he loved Rick like he couldn’t ever love Merle.
Sunlight blinds Daryl as he pushes through the low hanging branches. He’s out alone today. It’s better that way sometimes, he can focus on his own thoughts without having to be present in a conversation with Aaron or Carol that he knew meant more to them than himself.
It was different when she came out though. He didn’t mind listening to her ramble about poetry or flowers or childhood stories.
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A few hours later Daryl finds that he’s made a giant circle.
“Dammit” He scolds, once again being stuck in his stupid thoughts had given him grief.
He looks around and realized he’s back where she had picked those daisies the other day. Funny how things work.
Daryl looks around before crossing the creek to the little patch of daisies. They are still here, a little damaged from the rain they had gotten yesterday evening, but they would do.
He picks a few, enough to make a bouquet anyways, and carefully takes them back to the other side where he follows the trail back to the main road. Just a few hundred feet his bike would be waiting for him, hidden carefully underneath some brush and bramble. Hopefully he had a string or something on it.
Nearing his bike, he carefully places the daisies down on the gravel road just out of the grass. All thoughts he had before are now gone. Funny how simple flowers can clear an overthinking mind faster than anything else seemed to work. Though he’s pretty sure it’s why he got the flowers that he’s suddenly a one track mind.
Looking through his mini tool box he keeps tied to the center of his bike with a few small ropes, he digs around until he finds a bit of fishing twine. Carefully, he goes to pick the daisies up and he ties it around their stems.
There. Now they wouldn’t blow away.
Daryl tucks them into his pocket before driving back towards home. It’s only on the way home that he realizes how soft and sensitive he must have looked while being so damn protective over some flowers.
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“Welcome back, pookie!”
Daryl shoots a glare up at Carol who’s grinning ear to ear, a 22 hugged tightly in her arms. Better not shoot a snide comment back.
“Hi” He grumbles, his hand touching one of the daisies in his pocket.
He’s about to continue walking when it hits him that these are probably wilting. He should find her quickly.
“Hey, have ya seen y/n?”
Carol smiles to herself.
“Yeah, she should be on her front porch reading like usual” Carol says.
“Thanks”
“Good luck” Carol chuckles and he groans.
Daryl walks towards her house. His stomach feels shitty and his throat feels like he’s gotten stung by a bee and he’s allergic or something.
“Daryl! Hey!”
Of course she’s already spotted him. Leave it to her to call out his name the very second she lays eyes on him. She never failed to make him wonder how long she had seen him before he’d spotted her.
“Hey” he give a little wave.
“I thought I was gonna go out with ya today” She says and he now sees the hurt on her face.
Shit.
“Yeah, uhm, I needed some time to think” He says, walking up onto the porch.
She sets her book down and looks at him. He can feel her studying his face.
“Uh, I got ya these” Daryl mumbles, pulling the little bouquet of limp daises from his pocket.
Her eyes flicker down and then back to him as she takes them from his outstretched hand.
“Awww! Dare, I love em…”
“They aren’t that pretty anymore”
“Nonsense, ill just put them in water. Gimme a second”
And with that, she shoots him a soft smile before running into the house.
Daryl shuffles in his position awkwardly. Was it a good thing to do? You didn’t just give someone flowers when they lost someone right? He hated that he was so damn bad with these things.
“There! They will perk up nicely. I added some sugar into the water” She says, plopping herself back down onto the porch swing.
He doesn’t know what to say or where to go with this thing now so he stays quiet.
“Carol and I were going to make a nice dinner for a few friends. Aaron and Tara so far. You wanna help? I can always start early, she would understand”
“Yeah, sure” he hums, eyes still locked on her hands as they rest in her lap.
They’d be nice to hold.
“Alright. But you’re making the sweet tea. Last time you did I about cried it tasted just like what I used to drink on hot summer days when my mom made it” She chuckles.
His heart flutters and he feels all warm and fuzzy again. This damn girl would surly be the only reason he ever felt happy and he was more than okay with that.
Star-gazing
Description:You and Daryl are stargazing and it gets fluffy! No warnings, no spoilers!
“Star-gazing was such a great idea”
Daryl turns his head to look at her, her eyes sparkle in the starlight and he feels that same damn fuzzy feeling in his chest.
“It was, huh” He says, unable to look away.
“Yeah…” She turns and he shoots his gaze back to the sky and she smiles. “You wanna know a secret?” She asks and turns onto her side, propping her head up with her hand.
“Mm” Daryl hums, and she knows it’s equivalent to yes.
“I’ve never been star-gazing with someone till tonight. You’re my first. It’s always been me before this. Even as a kid. I had this friend once but lets just say…” She trails off, searching for the right words. “Things like star-gazing were the last of things on his mind” She scoffs.
Daryl frowns and he turns to look at her. How could someone only want that one thing from a girl like this? She was a dreamer, she had plans and even though the world belonged to the dead she still found a way to make it hers. He didn’t want to believe that there were people out there that would only look at her body and see that as being enough to have her.
He watches as she twirls a strand of her hair between her fingers, she is still propped up on her elbow but her eyes have once again found their way to the sky and its little sparkling planets… while his? His found that they were stuck on her.
He was so lucky to know her. To think that it took the whole world dying for him to find his soulmate. He didn’t believe in them until she came along though.
“He didn’t know what he had” Daryl finally replies. It sounded bland and cliche but it was the truth. Anyone to throw away someone like her must be ignorant or blind or both.
“Yeah, it doesn’t matter now. Its in the past. Plus, despite the dead eating the living. I think life is so much better now” She says, looking back to him again.
“Yeah?”
“Yep”
“Why?”
She chuckles and he feels weightless again. “Because Dare, I got you and I got a real family here and I got a home” She gestures behind them towards Alexandria. “Those things didn’t exactly come easy back then”.
A soft silence fills the few inches between them and they once again meet eyes.
“Uhm…” Daryl mumbles.
“Yeah?”.
He wants to kiss her but after the conversation they just had, he would be a damn fool to ruin this moment with physical contact like such. She said this was her first time ever doing something she loved with someone she loved… No, she didn’t say she loved him but he wasn’t blind or ignorant, and he wouldn’t ruin her moment with that.
“Are you cold?”.
She chuckles and he feels like an idiot.
Of course she isn’t cold. It’s only August.
“Thanks Daryl, I mean it” She says and he’s confused for a moment, but only a moment because suddenly there’s a little pressure on his chest and stomach and he feels her slip her arms around his neck and under his back. Her knees coming up to rest by his side so that she was bear hugging him.
Oh, fuck.
“I uh, can we stay here tonight?” She whispers onto his neck.
Daryl is still trying to wrap his arms around her but this overwhelming warm sensation hasn’t settled down in the pit of his stomach yet and he’s struggling with thoughts, let alone words.
“Mm-Mhmm”
She chuckles again and his breathing hitches.
“Thanks”
“No problem” He whispers.
“I love you”
“What?” It was muttered so deep into his shoulder that he couldn’t hear what she spoke but, it sounded like…
She giggles softly again.
“You already know”.
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>The walking dead is one of my biggest comfort shows, Daryl is my comfort character and yeah! That’s it, enjoy <3
I’ll only be writing about Daryl… Maybe Rick, Negan, and Carol will make an appearance soon
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Thanks so much for reading ❀
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❀Daryl x Reader
Star-gazing||Fluff || You and Daryl go star-gazing and it gets fluffy! No warnings, no spoilers!
The daisy bouquet||Fluff||Daryl picks you flowers and brings them home. Spoiler for season nine, no warnings! 
His favorite star||Fluff||She walks out to see Daryl awake at two in the morning and instead of making him talk about it they talk about stars. No warnings or spoilers.
Let’s talk over dinner||Fluff||Daryl comes home from a long outing to see reader sitting alone on her porch as he is passing by. Luckily, he’s hungry and she’s in need of some good company… No spoilers, no warnings.
She’s just gone||Angst||Daryl and reader are out on a run when they stumble on the cabin that he met Leah in a while ago. Only, he hasn’t told her about Leah yet. Curse warnings, mild spoilers for season 10 episode 18 ig
Je vous aime {I love you}||Fluff||Reader and Daryl are walking in the forest and she tries to teach him some French that she learned from high school. No warnings or spoilers!
Euphoria||Fluff||Daryl and reader just share a cuddly moment <3 No warnings or spoilers
When the seasons change||Fluff/comfort||Reader and Daryl share a peaceful, simple day in the forest. No warnings, no spoilers!
Cats don’t like the rain||Fluff/Domestic||There’s a stray cat living near their house… and reader is determined to tame the thing. No warnings, no spoilers!
