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mydearestdaryl · 16 hours

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 ‧₊˚ ✧

Summary: Drabbles of Heather being walking baby fever.

Warnings: None, I think, hehe.

Pairing: Daryl x Greene! reader (they're in love, they just don't know yet).

Setting: Prison.

A/N: I try but can't find the inspiration to write Mama pt. 2, so here's this compilation of a few short drabbles of Heather in the prison era to make up for it. I tried to explore more of her bond with the entire group, not just reader, which was very fun to write and I hope you enjoy reading it as much. Thank you for reading!

Grandpa's magic.

Little Heather was growing. She was almost 2 and a half years old, which meant she was more talkative, independent, and enjoyed playing and having fun more than napping; the opposite from her infant days.

The toddler was currently tucked in for a nap in the bottom bunk of the cell she shared with Carl, Daryl reading her latest favorite story from a book you found for her: Cinderella. “An' they lived happy ever after, night-night baby,” Daryl said, before kissing Heather's head and getting up from his spot on the bed.

“No night-night!” Heather announced, kicking the sheets off her and sitting up. She yawned, evidently tired, but fully determined to resume playing bubbles with Beth as they had been ten minutes ago. “Bubbles, Daddy,” she suggested, her little legs dangling off the bed as she pointed at her shoes; a silent request for her daddy to get them on.

“No bubbles, Heather, yea gotta take a nap, ya'll get all cranky if yea don', like (Y/N),” he joked as he watched you walk by, earning a sarcastic ha-ha from you.

“No nap,” the toddler stated, jumping off the bed to get her shoes on herself. Behind him, Daryl heard a laugh, finding Hershel slowly crunching down the hallway, “Ershel help!” Heather exclaimed as she saw him too, lifting a shoe up and waving it at the grey-haired man.

The old man, laughed again, turning to hobble on his crutches into the kid's room. “How may I assist you today, young lady?”

“I need ma shoes on,” the little one said, holding it up so Hershel could take it.

“Well, I heard it's your nap time,” Hershel mentioned, sitting at the edge of the toddler's bed and slowly lying down on the bed. “I was going to take a nap myself, but I was looking for some company so we could share some cookies when we woke up.”

Curiously eyeing her daughter to see if the old man's trick worked, Daryl lightly snorted as he watched her gasp excitedly, rushing to the edge of the bed and trying to climb up, succeeding with help from Hershel.

In a scene far too endearing, the toddler crawled on top of the old man, using his chest as a pillow and holding him comfortably as she allowed her tired eyes to close now without a fight, “night Ershel,” she mumbled, her excited smile fading into a resting expression as she quickly fell asleep.

“Yea actually got cookies?” Daryl asked in a whisper, brushing a strand of hair out of his baby girl's face.

“Glenn found some Oreos on yesterday's run,” Hershel whispered back, closing his own eyes too, fixing the pillow under his head. “I might as well rest a bit too,” he mentioned. “I'll let you know when she's up.”

With a nod, a mumbled 'thank you,' and a gentle pat on the older man's shoulder, Daryl left his daughter's cell.

There was a weird feeling in his chest, but it wasn't bad. He just never thought her kid would have such an amazing grandfather figure. He was more determined now to find the deer Hershel had been talking about craving a few days ago.

So much love.

Toddling into the kitchen for dinner after story time with her dad, hand inside his, Heather beamed when she saw you, running to you as fast as her tiny legs allowed her to hug your leg. “I love you, (Y/N)!” she exclaimed.

“Aw, I love you too, munchkin,” you happily replied, picking her up and hugging her while tickling her neck with your nose, eliciting the sweetest laugh from her. Then you set her down on the floor again, and she rushed to Beth.

“She jus' learned what it means,” Daryl explained, taking a seat next to you.

“I love you means,” Daryl started, pausing as he thought of the answer. He was not sure since he had never truly experienced something like that. Maybe during his childhood, when his mom was alive. Perhaps even the way he felt for you now… it came close. Hell, maybe it was.

“'S when someone makes yea feel real happy like yer heart smiles when you're with 'em. An' they make you feel good about everythin', like things are gonna be alrigh",” he explained. “'S when you wanna kiss them face all the time, an' give em hugs,” he added, kissing his daughter's face over and over until she pushed him away playfully.

“Love you, Bef,” the tiny human said to your youngest sister.

“Love you, Heather,” Beth giggled, placing a kiss on the toddler's cheek, who received it happily and went on to her next 'victim.'

“Love you, Cawl,” she stated confidently despite the R's still being a bit tricky for her. She hugged the fellow kid, who hugged her back before tickling her. She chuckled, trying to tickle Carl back.

“Love you, Cawol,” she said to the older woman as she ran to her. Carol's face softened and responded by ruffling the girl's hair.

“Me too, little one” Carol uttered.

“Love you, Wick,” she told Rick hugging his leg, still a bit unable to pronounce his name, making the former cop exhale a laugh, “and I love the baby,” Heather added in a whisper, feeling rather grown as she was now the oldest baby in the group.

“Right back at ya, kid,” Rick said, playfully poking her tummy. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for the remaining group members.

“I love ya, Glenn,” she threw herself into the young man's awaiting arms, getting twirled in a bear hug that made her laugh out loud. When her feet touched the ground again, she immediately ran to your other sister, “I love you, Maggie,” she said while the latter placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Love you, Heather,” she replied with a big smile.

“I love you, Ershel,” Heather giggled as she reached up to be held by the old man, who happily obliged.

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

Still smiling, she ran back to Daryl, chanting as she approached him, “And I love you the mostest, Daddy!” He welcomed her into a big embrace, repeatedly kissing her cheek, tickling her neck with his beard as usual, and making the kitchen echo with her sweet, childish laugh.

Tiny human, big feelings.

“Hey, Heather, check this out!” Carl called the little girl, excited to show her his new slingshot. However, the toddler was too focused on her tea party with Bunny, her plushie, to respond or even look at him, so the boy decided to shoot the smallest rock in his pocket near her direction to get her attention.

Big mistake.

Not proficient enough with his aim, Carl shot the rock straight at Bunny's head, knocking its eye off. A gasp escaped Heather's little mouth before she screamed in terror.

All the adults gathered in the kitchen where she was with concerned expressions to see what the fuss was about, Daryl being the first to get there. The hunyer eyed Carl suspiciously for a second before he kneeled next to his daughter, wide, scared eyes scanning her in search of an injury.

“Wha's wrong, sweetheart? Yea hurt?”

You approached the scene, placing a hand on Carl's shoulder to ask if he was okay, Rick doing the same on his other side. The poor boy looked so guilty.

“Bunny, Daddy!” Heather sobbed, showing her father the one-eyed toy before holding it close to her chest as she cried in her daddy's arms. “Cawl hurt 'im!”

“I- I didn't mean to! I just wanted to show her my slingshot,” Carl confessed, his voice growing quiet at the end, dropping his head when he noticed Heather's uncharacteristically enraged glare toward him. “I'm really sorry Heather, I can fix i-” he started, kneeling to her height and trying to reach for the toy, but she yanked it away.

“NO!” She shouted, tears still streaming down her chubby cheeks as her dad lifted her up, trying to shush her. “Bad Cawl!”

Gulping down the urge to scream at the boy for making his baby girl sad—breaking cycles, as he heard you say once, Daryl simply patted his shoulder with a frown, “Go on, le's give 'er space ta calm down,” he suggested to everyone; the crowd soon dispersing, going on about their chores.

“Daddy, fix it,” Heather pleaded as her tears and hiccups subsided, nearly 10 minutes later.

“Y'know, I'm gonna need Carl's help with this,” he winked toward the boy, who had been sitting nearby with his dad, resolute on getting the toddler to forgive him. “Whaddaya think, sweetheart? Carl wants to make it better too.”

“'Kay, but be caweful,” she warned them, reaching for Rick to hold her as Carl darted to Beth's cell to borrow her sewing supplies while Daryl got the patient ready on the table. Rick blew raspberries on the girl's tummy, successfully making her laugh again and distracting her from the eye surgery performed behind them.

“All done!” Carl presented it proudly, getting Heather's attention, although she still stared at him with resentment. “He's good as new, see?” Carl added, handing the plushie to her gently. Taking it in her tiny hands, she inspected her treasured toy.

“Heather, I'm real sorry. Can Bunny, you, and I be friends again?” Carl begged, finding her gaze when she tried to avoid his eyes, making her giggle as she was doing it on purpose.

She considered with toddler wisdom. Carl did fix it after all, and Bunny was all ready to play now. Humming while tapping her finger pensively against her delicate chin longer than necessary just because, she finally agreed, “Ok, we're fwiends.”

Wriggling excitedly out of Rick's grasp, she grabbed Carl's hand and dragged him back to her tea party to play. No slingshots were allowed this time, though.

Taglist: @ledgeria16 @poisonmedixon

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon imagine #twd daryl dixon #daryl dixon #daryl dixon headcanons #daryl dixon x reader #twd #twd fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #dad!daryl

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the-dixon-effect · 8 months

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Daryl Dixon - idiots in love headcanons

Daryl's never known anybody like you before. for the first time, a person has chosen him. you can make him feel loved just by talking to him, Hell, you can make him glow just by standing in the same room.

he thinks you're so beautiful. if love at first sight exists, which firmly believed it didn't before he met you, then this apocalypse was the best damn thing that ever happened to him.

it took Daryl a considerably long time for him to realise that his uncharacteristically affectionate feelings were love.

before Daryl realised he was in love, his brother used to constantly tease him about the way he was looking at you. he didn't even know he was doing it - "Whatchu givin' that girl puppy-dog eyes for, lil' bro?"

you two were definitely best friends before he confessed his love for you. you grew close during the prison era, and you were the first person whom he let his guard down in front of.

he can't stand to be apart from you. "If she dun' love me back, I can either be her friend or drive a thousan' miles west, an' never see y'all again," he had told Carol once.

his eyes inadvertently follow your movements, as if his subconscious felt like he needed to protect you.

everything somehow always comes back to you. a piece of jewellery he found on a run? Y/N would love that. the heating system in her house at alexandria's broken? he's fixing it tonight. in the meantime, he's at your door delivering a pile of woollen blankets. he spots a deer outside the walls? he's tracking it for days because he knows you love venison.

you love the way Daryl always steps into a situation to protect you. especially if it's another guy bothering you. he gets jealous so easily, and he doesn't even know it, like defending you is instinctual.

God forbid another man lays his hands on you. that motherfucker is already dead before you can object in the slightest.

Daryl is the only man you trust to talk about your issues with. he'd never pass up an opportunity to listen to your voice, but some of the things you tell him break his heart like nothing's ever done before.

you'll sweetly ask if he'd just hold you. and he wraps you up in his big arms and lets you cry softly into his chest while he places a hand in the back of your hair. rubbing sweet circles into the back of your neck. nothing could make you feel safer than Daryl's embrace.

after countless intimate moments like these, you start to wonder if he's like this around anyone else. surprise, surprise: he doesn't. and a part of him wishes you knew.

oh, but how much you adore him. you wonder if he knows how pretty he is; and how much you want to show him. his unkempt chocolate waves that perfectly frame his face, how much you'd like to tangle your fingers in them and kiss him all over.

you feel as though you owe him for all the times you've cried into his large, comforting figure. he occasionally brings up his past, his brother, his parents, and how much you want him to let it out. to hold him and wipe his tears away while you press soft kisses over his eyelids and cheekbones.

maybe one day, underneath some lucky constellations, you'd let each other.

taglist: @alldevilsarehere90 @poisonmenegan @radcollectivesoul @emilykolchivans @pinchoftheoutsiders

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cosmic-glow · 7 months

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*Y/n staring at Daryl for a long moment*

Y/n: this shirt shows your nipple.

Daryl: what?

Y/n: what?

Rick: nipple??

#twd headcanon #twd headcanons #daryl headcanons #daryl dixon headcanons #rick headcanons #twd x reader #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x gn!reader #twd imagine #twd drabble #twd oneshot #twd quotes #incorrect twd quotes #twd fanfic

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mysadcorner · 23 days

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I LOVE THE WALKING DEAD☝️😈!! how about some classic dating headcanons with Daryl🙏!! (maybe x asexual reader/or just SFW, only if you’re okay with that tho:))!! <3

Daryl Dixon Dating Headcanons

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• Daryl would have been incredibly hostile to you if you met him in his younger years and hadn’t shared a background similar to his. He wasn’t really accustomed to letting people in or showing any kind of affection, so even if you met him when he was a bit older this would still be a thing that was hard for him. And his inability to open up straight away is something pretty much everyone can notice.

• Without directly telling you his feelings he would most likely just start to hover around you more often, trying to keep his feelings hidden while giving himself an excuse to spend more time with you and also be a bit protective while doing so. He’s also show off a bit by showing you his skills or teaching you something that would help you survive in the long run.

• He would be pretty worried about you on the inside no matter where you go, the dangers of zombies being a constant in his mind if you’re not directly next to him. He may come across as a bit grumpy and snappy if he isn’t able to express himself to you comfortably yet because of this. Misunderstanding the reasons for his behaviour could wait cause some disagreements between the two of you.

• He will always have a secret soft side for you, even if he’ll never admit it. But you can tell by the way he starts to relax around you and how he acts a bit gentle when he’s interacting with you compared to other people. He may not say much, but he expresses his soft side through the things he does mostly.

• Acts of service is a big way for Daryl to put across what he’s trying to express, even if it’s through the tiniest of things. Whether that be hunting for you or just leaving small items for you that he thinks you might like, maybe even doing some work that you were supposed to so you can spend more time relaxing, he always has you in his mind and wants to show you how he feels through this way no matter how long you’ve known him.

• Daryl would never be a fan of PDA, but he would like to be more affectionate or physically close to you in private. Although, an incredibly tense and dangerous situation may grant you a hug from him from the relief that comes with you being okay.

• Daryl wouldn’t be the type of person to just play with your feelings, or try and use you as a way to keep him entertained; if he likes you, then he’s going to be serious about it. Almost straight away he wants to settle down with you, but he’s more than willing to wait as long as he knows that you feel the same way about that kind of thing.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl x reader #daryl #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon headcanons #twd x reader #twd x you #twd x y/n

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bunwritesss · 3 months

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No but if you're the kind of person that calms down when anxious by fidgeting with something, Daryl would DEFINITELY let you braid his hair, as long as you undo any braids after doing them, and you avoid doing that in public (because he has that scary man persona going on in Alexandria, especially when y'all first arrive).

He'd let you do and undo buttons on his shirt, play with his big hands and fingers, and he'd even lend you the keys of his bike just so you have something to hold <333

#no but caring!daryl soothing an anxious reader...SOB #i need this man in my life #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon headcanons #twd headcanons #bun writes

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pumpkin-writes · 6 months

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cuddling with the walking dead guys would include…

hi anon, thanks so much for this request! i am SO glad you like ‘good girl’ so much!

sorry it took me a bit to get around to these, but i hope you enjoy reading them as much as i enjoyed writing them!

negan smith

- negan really loves to cuddle up with you after a long day. maybe its a bit of a size kink trying to sneak its way in, but something about being able to wrap himself around you completely and hold your body close to his makes his heart race.

- no, literally, you can often times feel his heart beat against your back when he’s cuddled up behind you, or when you’re lying on his chest under his arm.

- the feeling of you in his arms, under his arm, against his back; negan needs it. even if you two end up tossing and turning away from each other, he still needs to be touching you somehow to truly be comfortable. whether it’s your hands, your feet, whatever. skin to skin with you is his peace.

- a chill night in with negan always ends in cuddling up together with a book. usually he reads to you ( his voice!! ) and head pets are a given ( his hanDS!! ) more often than not, you fall asleep to this. and if you aren’t already in bed, negan loves to scoop you up and bring you to bed. he teases you about it when you wake up but he loves it deep down.

rick grimes

- rick is a simple guy when it comes to cuddling. he just loves it, it's one of life's simplest pleasures to him.

- something about being so close to you, sharing such an intimacy even without sex is so important to rick, and he's so grateful for it every time, especially after rough days.

- he spends a lot of his time cuddling with you with his face buried in the crook of your neck, his arms snaked around your waist and even sometimes with his legs wrapped around yours. he's very clingy when y'all are alone.

- his beard ( when it's grown out ) tickles you when you guys are too close while cuddling, and rick thinks it's adorable when you scrunch up your nose or let out a sudden giggle in response to it. if anything it just makes him want to kiss your neck and shoulders even more just to hear you laugh.

daryl dixon

- it takes daryl a while to warm up to the idea of cuddling, it's just so intimate and he isn't used to that, but god does he love it ( not that he will ever admit but that's okay 🥲 )

- at first he can be a little awkward and stiff but if he's especially tired, or just comfortable with you, man is a big ol' cuddle bug.

- believe it or not, daryl loves to be the little spoon when cuddling. something about you wrapped up behind him makes him feel so safe and comfortable.

- daryl is quick to fall asleep once you two are cuddled up for the night. and god, please don't try to move once he is. man has got a death grip on you until he wakes up.

#the walking dead #the walking dead headcanon #twd #twd headcanons #negan smith #rick grimes #daryl dixon #negan smith headcanons #rick grimes headcanons #daryl dixon headcanons #mine

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witchthewriter · 11 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰��𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: reader and character are in an established relationship

Warnings: swears, mentions of violence

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥

・Automatically thinks there’s a walker or some type of danger when you call out

・But your eyes are closed and you’re still asleep. Yet this nightmare has a harsh grip on you, almost like torture. You watch over and over as your loved ones are ripped to shreds

・It’s when you start crying that Daryl thinks it best he wake you

・Slowly he peels you off of his chest, gently shaking you out of your trembling slumber

“Y/n, y/n, come on sweetheart-”

・His voice is low and gravelling, but especially so since he had been asleep only minutes ago

・You awake, and stare at Daryl with tears in your eyes

・He kisses your cheek, and moves so that his body is firmly around yours.

・He has become so intune with you that he knows when you feel uncomfortable, it’s become another sense for him. Because without you, he wouldn’t be able to carry on. Truly, he wouldn’t. And if he did not die, then he would be a shell of himself.

・And so whenever you’re in pain, in discomfort or unsafe, there’s a feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Sweetheart, I got you. C’mere,” and his arms wrap around you. Holding you tight. Promising not to let anyone or anything hurt you. Not even in your sleep.

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞

・Holds you as soon as she realises that your dream had turned sour

“Hey, hey, shhh. I’m here.”

・Her hand wipes away the sweat that covers your forehead, gently letting you know you’re safe

・It’s happened so many times that even the smallest sentence from Maggie calms you.

・With her, you know nothing bad will happen to you

・Like a protective circle, whenever she’s near, the nightmares don’t get too bad. But tonight, for some reason, they did.

“Baby, hey y/n, baby wake up,” she gently cooes you to consciousness

“Wha-what?” You say breathlessly, your eyes darting around the dark room. Not comprehending where you are.

“You’re safe,” she repeats, moving the hair from your face.

“Oh-Maggie,” and instantly you sag with relief.

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧

・He lays awake, watching you intently as you sleep.

・Negan loves watching you like this, cosy and unbothered in his arms.

・His thumb sweeps over your eyelashes and it’s almost like you live in a normal world.

・But then the nightmares start again and you’re ripped from comfort

・Negan’s instinctual react is to hold you close against his body, pressing kisses on your forehead as you’re woken by the memories of your past

“It was only a dream baby,” he mumbles in your ear.

“No, no it happened. It really happened-” you start to sob, and Negan’s heart breaks at the sight of you like this

・He wants to make it all go away. To make it stop. He just wants you to have a better life.

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚

・Her knife is in her hands within seconds; an ingrained reaction even before the outbreak

“What? What is it?” She hisses, not knowing that you’re asleep. Sleep talking.

・It isn’t until she peers over at you, that she lowers her knife and sighs

・This has happened every day for three weeks, and she thought she would be used to it by now

“Hey y/n, babe,” she gently shakes you awake. Doing her best not to scare you awake.

・You do though - awaken. And embarrassment floods you. A red blush creeps onto your cheeks, because god, you don’t want to appear weak.

・But Rosita understands. She knows what it’s like, to not be able to find solace in the land of the unconscious.

・Seeing your face, she plants kisses all over it, making sure to give you a long kiss on the forehead.

“I love you,” she whispers as your foreheads touch.

“And I love you,” you reply, eyes already starting to droop.

𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤

・He only sleeps after you, and in this case, you went to sleep early. Lucky for Rick, it meant he was able to fall asleep quickly.

・But his worst nightmare came true - he heard you scream.

・Even in his unconscious state, he was able to wake himself up and locate the source of the danger.

・But there was nothing. No one. No walkers. No whisperers. Nothing.

・And then he turned to you, and saw that you were shaking, goosebumps errupting on your skin. When he reached out, you were burning up.

・His gut dropped, sick. This was the last thing that he wanted. He couldn’t have you sick, he couldn’t bear it.

・So he left you sleep, not knowing that it wasn’t sickness but a nightmare of how the apocolypse started for you

・Even as he got the doctor to your bedroom door, you awoke in a panic.

・Heavily disorientated, you sat up as the doctor did his usual checks and ... everything was fine. Just an elevated heart rate.

・Rick, relieved rather than embarassed, apologised to the doctor and was met with fury.

“It was a nightmare Rick! Only a fucking nightmare!”

𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧

・He is perfect in these situations. Glenn has always been the glue that keeps everyone together - who makes sure everyone is okay. And to be his significant other is like being with a goddamn therapist (in the best and the worst ways)

・But in this particular situation, he knows exactly what to do. Because he knows how he likes to be treated

“Honey, y/n, baby, it’s a nightmare. That’s all, that’s all-” He moves so he’s behind you, a cold wash cloth in his hands, covering your forehead

・Even in the sleep, you know who it is. Whose able to anchor you.

Glenn, get back to Glenn, it’s what you say in your dream, wanting to get back to the man you love so dearly. So fiercely.

・It’s a struggle, but your eyes open and you break free. Like coming out of a curse, you feel the safeness of Glenn instantly

“I thought I lost you,” you sobbed into his chest. He was the only person you would allow to see you cry

・Rubbing your back, he says all he can to calm you down.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞

・Has a hard time falling asleep and staying asleep.

・So she feels when you start to move beside her, noises coming from your mouth, soon turning into words

“Please, no!”

・The noises break her heart and she turns over to face you

・Tears are streaming down your face, even though you’re asleep. So, she reaches over and places a hand on your face.

・Almost like a siren calling to a sailor, you react to her touch. Almost instantly calming you down

“Hey, hey,” she coos. Doing her best not to wake you. Michonne thinks that if she can soothe you without waking you, then you could still get a good nights sleep.

・Because that doesn’t happen often.

・But you can’t stay asleep without the darkness creeping in. Somehow, even the most lighthearted of dreams turn sour.

・All you can do is try not to let Michonne know.

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥

・Feels you stirring in the night - she’s a light sleeper

・Watches as you toss and turn, gently placing a hand on your arm, shooshing you quietly.

“Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

・But her words do nothing as the walkers descend on your camp. The defenses are gone, and everyone you love is about to die.

・You start screaming and that’s when Carol has to shake you awake. First it was gently but you were so engrossed in your nightmare that you thought it was a walker grabbing at your arms

“Please y/n, wake up!” Carol pleaded. Over and over again, until in your dream you’re bitten.

・With a jolt, you open your eyes and take a big gasp. Like the air had been ripped from your lungs.

・But you see Carol’s face, unharmed, worried, but safe.

・And you sigh.

・So does she.

・And this goes on and on, each night. The same dream, plaguing you. For your nightmare could come true.

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frenziedslashers · 1 year

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Can you do A, C, K, Z, S and W for Daryl Dixon? For the dirty A-Z game, and a fem reader?

Hey, thank you for these anon!

Ask game if any of you would want to send stuff in for The Walking Dead, Borderlands, or Slashers!

NSFT BELOW THE CUT, MINORS DNI:

A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?)

Daryl isn't one to really jack off a lot in my opinion. Especially since he's always on the run and never really has the time to. He might every so often in order to relieve stress, but that's about it.

Now, if he has someone special on the mind. Then he's definitely doing it a bit more, but still not too often. He can only use his imagination since there isn't anything else to do. He'd hate to think about you while looking at a photo of someone else in a porno mag anyways. When he does jerk off to his imagination, he regrets it right after. He feels gross and more often than not winds up avoiding you for a few days afterwards.

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?)

Daryl doesn't consider crying a turn on for himself. Nor is it really a turn off. If anything, he just gets worried. He'll stop what he's doing and make sure that you're okay. If you ask him to stop because you're overwhelmed or whatever reason it is. He'll stop. If you explain what's going on, but ask him to keep going. He'll keep going. He just won't be as rough those nights. He'll make it all about you and make sure that you know how much he loves and adores you.

He doesn't cry much, rarely ever during sex. If he does, it's because one of you almost died and he thought he was going to lose you. He gets so caught up in his emotions that it all sort of just comes out.

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?)

He loves anywhere that you kiss him. He doesn't feel like he deserves the affection, but he loves it. He loves it especially when you kiss his chest and his arms. He likes how strong he is and loves having his muscles praised. He also, of course, loves it when you kiss his lips. One of his favorite things to do is kissing you. Whether it's soft and sweet "welcome back, I missed you," kisses. Or needy kisses the two of you give in private. Once the two of you get closer, and he's comfortable enough for you to see his scars. He secretly loves it when you kiss them. It feels like a bandaids being placed over each and every one of them when you do.

Besides your lips, he personally loves kissing your neck, chest, stomach, and thighs. He loves how sensitive the skin of those places are. Especially your stomach and thighs. He loves biting on them and leaving marks, before traveling between your legs to give you what you want.

He does enjoy it when you leave marks on him. Primarily on his neck, arms, and chest. His back is off limits, even if you are only leaving temporary marks. He hates having more attention brought to it. Unless you're just kissing it.

He likes marking you a lot more, though. Hickeys, biting, bruises, you name it. Though he isn't hitting you when he leaves bruises. It's normally just from his grip on your wrists, thighs, or hips while he fucks you. He loves leaving visible marks for others to see. Especially if someone in the group gets a little flirty with you. He has to let them know you're spoken for.

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?)

He LOVES waking you up with oral or fucking you. Only if you're okay with it, though. He always gets a smug smirk while he's waking you up with either, watching you stir awake while you moan his name and your hands come to cling to his head or body. It's truly a sight that he could see everyday.

He also loves it when you're the one to fuck him awake. When he wakes up to you slowly rocking on his dick. Clinging to him while letting out soft pants. He's quick to pull you in for a kiss and help you out the moment he wakes up. He's awake, horny, and ready to fuck you into oblivion.

He enjoys it when you give him morning head, but he doesn't prefer it. Daryl isn't big on receiving oral from you. It's not that he doesn't like it. Hell, he feels like a different man every time you go down on him. He just feels like he doesn't deserve it. He won't stop you once you start, though.

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)

Since there aren't really any pools, it's a no on pool sex. He wouldn't do it anyways. He finds it to be too out in the open. He hates even just the thought of someone else seeing your body.

He is a sucker for shower sex, though. You're often pestering him about taking a shower, so he loves getting you in there with him somehow. Whether he asks you to wash his hair for him, to wash his back, or just to join him. He's gonna find a way to drag you under the water to he can fuck you against the shower wall.

Big no on water sports. One because it makes me uncomfortable, two because I think he'd find it gross.

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)

His Arms and hands. If you pay attention to his arms and hands he's got his eyes on you. Slowly growing intrigued by what you have in store for him. Once you start kissing them, especially his shoulders. You've got him worked up enough that he's trying to pull you in for a much needed kiss.

Kissing. Just kissing is enough to get this man going. He's fairly touch starved. So if you kiss him just enough, and with enough desperation. He's not about to let you go anytime soon.

He's pretty easy to get in the mood with gentle touches. If you walk by him and brush your hand on his arm. Or if you touch his chest or stomach. He's definitely either following you or coming back to you later that night. He won't be forgetting it anytime soon.

#Daryl dixon #Daryl Dixon x reader #Daryl Dixon headcanons #Daryl Dixon smut #notsfw #minors dni

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cats-and-fiction · 1 year

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Hey! Saw you still wrote for TWD! :) I was kinda wondering if you could do maybe headcannons or sumthing. Idk what there Called anymore ☠️. But including the characters of. - Negan, Daryl, Rick And Simon. (If comfortable). If the reader was way larger then them Height wise and strength wise anyways. But there super shy 🤭. Ofc not when fighting lol was hoping for Fem reader if not that’s Ight

Yes I still do, just like I still write for all the other fandoms. Right now it‘s just…alot of Avatar, I‘m sorry for that _(:3

I havn‘t watched past season 6 it was I believe, so I don‘t know Simon that much. Nega I can try. Rick and Deryl I can do definetly.

With a shy but tall and strong Reader

Rick Grimes

Rick is seemingly looking past your physical attributes, more concentrated on your character.

Should there be some idiot who thinks it‘s funny how a woman can be strong and tall like a guy is wrong. Rick will be at your side for whatever comes your way. Rick will protect you and the guy will get a earful if you don‘t stand up to yourself.

Fightingwise you are the one he trusts the most. Beside Daryl and others but if he needs someone strong? Your his woman and only choice.

Doesn‘t mind that he is the smaller one when you stand besides him. Seems to enjoy it even.

Encourages you to speak up but if you really don‘t want to or are too shy he will take the reigns

Daryl Dixon

At first when meeting you he wouldn‘t understand why you were so shy. Nobody would dare to speak against you if they saw you first, intimidated by your looks.

At first he maybe a bit intimadet when he saw you but when he noticed how shy you actually were. Damn. Fighting wise he knew what you could do and you could habdle yourself but in front of people? He stepped up

Does protect you if someone says something against you, similar to Rick, when you don‘t defend yourself

You two enjoy being alone, away from the others and just you two.

Doesn‘t push you or anything, let‘s you do your stuff in your own pace so your relationship took long to develop.

Negan

I feel like he is someone who want you to stabd up for yourself. Will tell you to have more confidence and with how you look people won‘t say anything against whatever you have to say since most just look at the outside

#the walking dead headcanons #rick grimes headcanons #daryl dixon headcanons #negan headcanons #twd #requests open

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louifaith · 14 days

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Thinking about Daryl with the “crying when someone shows them love” trope

You're on the sofa with Daryl lying on your chest. It had been a tough week for both of you. Gently, you brush his hair, holding him close to you, and then you whisper, “I love you.” It's not the first time you've said it, and it's not as if you don't say it often, but this time, he starts to cry at first, it's just tears, but then he begins to sob, clinging tightly to you. You give him a moment before ask what's wrong, but he doesn't answer. So, you just hold him close, hoping that it's enough.

#daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon headcanon #daryl dixon headcanons #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl dixon

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cosmic-glow · 2 years

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Warnings: Mentions of death, abuse(!) and assault. Bad leanguage, normal TWD violence. Angst Oneshot.

Summary: After the loss of his wife, Daryl isolates himself and becomes aggressive, so the reader tries to talk to him.

Pronouns: None.

Notes: Take the warnings seriously, the reader has a really sad past including sexual abuse so if you don't feel good about this type of reading please don't read it.

It had been a month since the death of Daryl's wife, she was a good girl, kind enough to stay behind on purpose to buy time for the group to escape from that damned underground maze that was once a shopping mall. She knew was going to die when decided to do this, and yet she remained strong and calm as if it were just another race for food, totally ignoring the horde of walkers coming down the corridor behind her like a strong wave carrying everything in front of it. You could still hear clearly in your mind Daryl's desperate cries for her not to do this accompanied by the sound of the gate latch, which could only be locked from the inside for security reasons. The scene remains vivid in your memory, the last smile of the woman as she admired the only thing that mattered in this world of complete chaos, her beloved. Daryl trying futilely to open the gate while crying and screaming in pure desperation as he watched the horde get closer and closer to his love, until it reached her and took her away from him forever.

A month had passed since this event. It was obvious that Daryl was devastated and needed to be alone, every attempt to approach him and talk to him was reciprocated with curses and threats.

The only ones who could approach him more easily were Rick and Carol, and even then they were sometimes kicked out of the man's hiding place, or should I say, his isolated hut from the rest of the group, which he himself avoided spending so much time in. The way Daryl found to distract his mind was to run away to the middle of the woods, sometimes he would spend days away, coming back with some things to give the excuse that he was looking for supplies, but everyone knew that this was not the real reason.

Many tried to approach Daryl and counsel him to no avail, but you on the other hand gave the man everything he wanted most: space. Even with Rick asking you more than once to go talk to him and try to bring him back. You didn't need to go to his refuge to know if the man was already ok, you just had to observe if the man showed up at the camp (to eat, drink, etc) and you already knew if he was ready to talk or not.

You and Daryl were like a duo, you were always sent on missions together because you got along so well and got the expected result. So obviously you were worried about him, because just like Carol and Rick you like him too, damn it! He is a friend you never had, you two talked about everything as if you have known each other for years, besides all the times you saved each other's asses during missions. And you know Daryl well, well enough to know how he must be feeling about all this, thinking that he is to blame for his wife's death, that he could have prevented it, and even that it should have been him instead. And as always, you were right, because after really getting to know Daryl, you could read that man like a book.

And because you know him so well you respected all this time he spent isolated, but let's face it, a month had passed and his behavior remained almost the same, if not worse! For the last few days the only one who has been able to "handle" him is Rick, so you made up your mind, you were going to talk to Daryl and try to improve this situation.

The day was starting and, as usual, your day didn't start until you had something in your stomach, so you went to the camp "mess hall". Carol was delivering everyone's lunch that morning.

- Good morning… Nothing about of the grumpy?

- No, he preferred to stay hidden in his cave- Carol joked back.

- All right, I'll take his food today.

- You? So are you ready to face the beast? I should warn you that he's not in a good mood these days.

- Thanks, but I'll take my chances anyway- you replied grabbing the snacks and heading to Daryl's tent.

You managed to eat your lunch on the way before reaching the man's makeshift shelter.

- Helloo! Is anyone home?- asked with a slight tone of sarcasm that didn't get an answer, but you went in anyway.

As you walked in, the scene you encountered broke your heart. Daryl was in a dark corner of the hut, sitting and cowering, his hair was longer, even his beard had grown, his clothes were dirtier, and his gaze was far away and empty. He was no longer the man you used to go out hunting and talk to, he was really bad, like you had never seen before. You regretted not coming to talk to him sooner. Yet you remained strong and didn't falter just for that.

- Oh, look! I found the wolf in his den, how lucky! - Daryl just looked at you, and it was more than obvious that your pranks were irritating him- I brought you your breakfast - handed him his lunch while sat keeping a respectful distance from the man.

- 'm not hungry…- was what his husky voice replied.

- I wondered… Have you eaten anything these days?

All you got in reply was a low grumbling.

- … Her birthday was this Monday, right? People didn't notice because you were more irritated, but that's why, wasn't it?

Daryl, even without changing his expression, stared at you, looking surprised that you had remembered and noticed, but still he insisted on wanting to remain distant and get you out of there as soon as possible.

- And?

- A date in the year that forces you to remember her, that was all that was needed, wasn't it? I just want you to know that if you want to talk, or- you were interrupted before finishing your sentence.

- "If you want to talk"… Is that all you know how to say? I don't want to talk about her, I just want to be left alone! Leave me in peace, damn it!

- Daryl has been a month…

- I know that!! You think I don't know exactly how much time has passed since the day she left?!

Daryl increased the tone for each thing he answered you, a harsh tone filled with hatred was poured over you, but you remained firm because you couldn't leave your friend like that.

- Daryl, the people we love also leave, and I tell you this because I care about you. You will still have your space but you have to keep going or life will keep going without you... I feel sorry for your wife and you know this as you know how she would not like to see you like this.

Daryl strangely became silent for a while just absorbing what you said.

- Keep going with life... - he laughs looking down with disdain - and ya think I still have some reason to keep going?

- Look, I know how you're feeling, but-

- Do ya know how I feel? Shut t' fuck up! If ya only knew how I'm feeling, ya wouldn't have come here to bother me with t' shit!

By exalting himself about what you said, Daryl kicks the plate of food you brought away, you dodged and flinched in fright, afraid it would hit you. You were silent for a brief moment absorbing what had just happened.

- … I know why you only respect Rick when he comes to talk to you. You respect him because he lost his wife too.

- Yeah, he's t' only one here who really knows how I'm feeling. So shut t' fuck up!

The tone of his response was as if he wanted to just stop the conversation there, for Daryl this was the ideal moment for you to just walk away and leave him alone again. But seeing that your figure stayed there, apparently holding back from reacting to his hostile words, the man muttered "a person like ya'd neva understand t' shit so stop trying so hard". But that was the last provocation you could take.

- Only Rick can understand how you're feeling? Damn it Daryl, I understand every part of your pain because I've lived through it twice- finally letting go of everything you were holding onto, you reach up and pull out a necklace from inside your shirt and throw it at Daryl's feet.

Dixon took a while to react, your figure was standing still in front of him, panting, trying to hold back some more the long held tears. He takes the necklace, it was one of those army models with a silver nameplate, this one, however, had three: the first one, which was more worn, had the name "John" on it, the second one, which had a light scarlet coloring, carried the name "Jack", the similarity of these two was that on both the names were crossed out in the middle; and finally, the third one had your name engraved, but it was intact. Daryl didn't need much time to understand that the owners of those scratched identities are dead.

- Who were they? - He asked not daring to look into your eyes.

- My husband and son…- you sat down again, silently you prepared to continue- … but what happened to them was a little different, it wasn't the walkers.

Dixon was silently listening to every word you said, even though he didn't have the courage to look at you again after he'd said it all.

- First was my husband, it was his idea the necklaces... we had been wandering around without food for days, hiding and feeding on scraps like rats. Until finally we found an abandoned farm, we took what we needed and left the house, at that time we had a route in mind, but as soon as we left we saw that there were people coming, we tried to hide but there was no more time...

The scenes of that day, which you were trying to forget, came sharply back into your mind, you even felt a chill as you remembered the man warningly shooting your husband in the back, who had been the last to hide, and his cry afterwards, "Don't make me come over there! Come out, you filthy thief!". John looked at you holding your son tightly in your arms, the terrified look in your eyes asking him, without saying, what you were going to do. "Here, take this, I'll fix it, it'll be fine" he told before handing you the necklace and giving you and Jack a kiss, then he stood up before you could protest. "It's okay, I'm unarmed, no need to shoot," his man tried to dialogue that he was wandering around hungry and still picked up few things and that there was enough food for everyone, but the men wouldn't listen "food for everyone?! The supplies you took belong to the saviors! We support thousands of people for a worm like you to come and steal from us what could save the life of someone more important! It makes me sick!" The sound of gunfire broke through everything that kept you connected to this world, as if time had just stopped and everything around you was gone, nothing had any sound or form except John's body slumped lifelessly to the ground. You didn't have the strength to look, you just stayed hidden until you were sure the men were gone.

- When I came out and saw his body…nothing else made sense, I just wanted to be with him and mourn his death. The only thing that stopped me from doing that was my boy…- you finished and now you had the same look as Daryl when you arrived.

He gave you back the necklace and you stared at your son's name tag with a weak smile. You knew that Daryl wanted to know what had happened to him but would not initiate the subject because he would feel that he was forcing you to talk about something private, and doing that was never of his nature. Knowing this you also knew that the only one who would have to pursue this matter would be you, as soon as you were ready.

- He was 8 years old at the time... My boy liked to show me all the good things that were left in this world, like a simple crystal he found but made a point of bringing it to me because it reminded he of my eyes...

You rambled on remembering your son, a boy with a big heart, he was the only reason you kept going. He resembled you so much physically, but his eyes were the same as his father's, and when he looked at you, it was as if the two loves of your life were looking at you at the same time. You couldn't put into words how grateful you were to have him by your side. Or how much you loved him and still love.

- It was starting to get dark, we were trying to find a shelter, a place to spend the night when- your voice failed when remember the scene, your little boy running ahead of you trying to find a hiding place for the two of you, you was too tired to fight with him or keep pace- … When those men showed up.

Daryl's gaze lifted to you, even more intent.

- The men took my son and they were going to.. They were going to hurt my boy, they were going to abuse my boy- you tried to stay strong but you couldn't when the tears started to fall- those pigs holding my boy, I wanted to kill them but... If I did that they would kill my son, so I tried to negotiate with them, said I would do whatever they wanted and I did… Those men didn't abuse my little boy, they- you couldn't finish the sentence.

Unable to control the tears you lowered your head in shame and wrapped your arms around your body, you felt filthy again. The pain of remembering those men putting their hands on you, using your body without your consent, you felt like throwing up in disgust for remembering all that had happened. You could see Daryl standing next to you, wanting to comfort you, but not knowing whether or not to touch you, and there was nothing he could say in that situation. You leaned toward him, indicating that he could hold you, which he cautiously did. Daryl comforted you in silence, but it was as if a comforting warmth invaded you, because you never had that comfort, after all, never had the courage to say it to anyone.

- I did what they asked, but even so, even after that they killed my boy, they took my son from me…- You said at last, crying even more, the pain only increasing remembering the scene.

Daryl brought you closer, reminding you that he was there with you, trying to bring some comfort when the scene of your little boy running up to you to finally hug you, for you to finally leave, to safety, until a loud sound broke through the air came back to your mind. The sound of the gunshot that hit your son's head. His body falling before you into your arms, but you could no longer keep him safe. You screamed in dread, your little boy had been taken from you, he had been smiling to embrace you a few seconds ago and now you held his funeral body in your arms. You didn't hesitate to kill those who took from you the only thing that gave your life meaning, but that didn't bring your son back.

- Love is a double-edged sword, we can't always protect who we love, but you tried until the last second - Daryl said trying to calm you down, feeling that same pain.

- You too, Daryl. You too - you said wrapping and hugging him back.

Sorry for any typos;

The dark of the early evening enveloped everything around you as the two of you held each other trying to comfort each other's pain in that isolated tent in the camp. Your goal was to help Daryl, but in the end you received the help that you had forgotten you needed.

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mysadcorner · 23 days

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The Walking Dead Masterlist

Daryl Dixon:

Daryl Dixon Dating Headcanons

#twd x reader #twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon headcanons #daryl dixon

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bunwritesss · 2 months

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Pre-apocalypse Daryl would find it HILARIOUS to wipe only half of your makeup off when you're too tired/drunk to do so yourself.

'Yer gonna be an old lady on this side.' He would say the following morning, a shit-eating grin on his face as he'd cover half of your face with his huge hand, 'And all young and pretty on this side.'

#pre-apocalypse daryl my beloved 😭😭😭 he's so cute i can't #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon headcanons #twd headcanons #bun writes

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dixonzzgirl · 4 months

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imagine…

finding daryl a really cool zippo lighter and seeing him mindlessly flick it open and close throughout the day.

sitting with your feet in his lap while you both relax on the porch swing (alexandria era).

pinky linking instead of full on hand holding.

finally getting to the playful butt swat stage of your relationship + him winding up his t-shirt and chasing you around the house.

him praising you whenever you kill an animal: “nice shot, girl.” “look at you.“ “atta girl.”

reading a book with your legs crossed on his work bench as he tinkers with his bike.

getting a cold and when daryl dips down to kiss your lips, you turn your head away from him. “daryl, don’t! i don’t wanna get you sick!” and then he grabs your chin and presses a firm kiss on your lips anyway.

daryl finds a cowboy hat and drops it on your head. you let out a giggle. “what’s that saying? save a horse, ride a cowboy?” you smirk. his cheeks darken and he turns away from you. “think ya’ got tha’ backwards..” he drawls. “no? pretty sure i’m right…”

eating a lollipop and daryl walks right up and pulls it out of your mouth and puts it in his (or vise versa).

having a journal that you can both communicate in. we all know daryl isn’t the best at communicating his feelings verbally and maybe you aren’t either, so you just write back and forth to each other.

i love the journal idea because you would use it for everything. daryl has to be up early to help rick with something? he’ll scribble a quick “helping rick. come find me.” and as soon as you wake up and feel the void in bed beside you, you go right to the journal.

him getting hard as fuck when you give shane attitude (farm era).

you get into an accident on a run and ending up losing a lot of blood and you wake up later in the infirmary. “ya’ lost a lotta blood,” he says. “then i bet you did too…” you smiled groggily knowing that he gave you some of his (he’s a universal donor).

rubbing aloe vera on his sunburnt skin and he just lets out these sexy ass heavy breaths.

him watching you get visibly frustrated when someone else is helping you with something, but not doing it the way you want it done, so daryl steps in and tells them to get lost.

daryl giving you cold medicine while you’re sick and he makes you take it in front of him and open your mouth to show him that you swallowed it.

a/n: these are my favorite scenarios to imagine when I'm in class :) if you wanna use any of these ideas for a fic, tag me! i'd love to see them!

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warning: talks of blood/bleeding, because periods, mention of drugs, and ugh sometimes nsfw but not in a sexual way ... just in a ... honest way? like if someone peered over your shoulder and read this they would b kinda confused I guess, idk

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SFW🌿

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤

・Doesn’t know a lot about periods, but doesn’t have a single problem picking up tampons/pads for you

・messages you while he’s at the store:

“what size r u” “how many packs? will one do? wait how long do u bleed 4?”

・if someone gives him a weird look he smirks and says “what? you don’t help your girlfriend? prick.”

・Sorts out dinner every night and makes sure you aren’t doing the cleaning around the house

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞

・”I don’t think I can get you any chocolate, but I will not stop until I find it”

・Asks Raven what he should do, and she replies: “just ask her? talk to her?”

・He’s embarrassed, not because he’s disgusted or anything. But because he doesn’t know what to do or how to handle the situation

・Trades some of his things for treats

・When he brought everything back, you cried because it was such a lovely gesture. And he panicked because he thought he did something wrong

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

・Gets ALL the snacks

・Chocolate, lollies, chips, your favourite soda or coffee/tea

・ “I hate that you’re in so much pain”

・Offers you drugs if your cramps get really bad

・Constantly trying to hug you

・ “Lay down I’m going to massage you”

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞

・He’s not so efficient that he tracks your period, but he does notice when your mood and demeanour changes

・Without being asked, he’ll go to the store and pick up your favourite things

・Endless hot-water bottles

・Gives you his most comfiest jumper, or his favourite blanket

・Doesn’t like that you’re experiencing so much discomfort

・Always puts extra pillows around you

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

・There’s a drawer in your place that has a collection of period-related things. Found during runs, Daryl has found pads, tampons, and unopened old lady sweets (it’s the best he could find, and those things last for years)

・the first interaction with your period, Daryl was so awkward. He had no idea what to do, or the right thing to say. He couldn’t run out and grab you some chocolate from the store

・Lets you vent and rant, to get all the aggression out

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐞

・Makes sure you have enough rags; tears up some of his clothes if you’re running low

・Will wash them and hang them up to dry so you don’t have to do it

・Does the chores so you don’t have to move as much

・But he does all this silently, because he doesn’t want to talk to you during this time ... he’s a lil scared of you tbh

𝐉𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫

・Is absolutely comfortable with periods. He was married before, so this isn’t his first rodeo

・Made the mistake of arguing with you while you were at the height of your ... blood-letting? bleeding time? It was the peak when the blood felt like it was gushing out of you, you had a headache and the cramps were excruciating

・Now he shuts the f up and agrees with everything you have to say, or someones he just nods and smiles

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫

・He grew up surrounded by women, so he’s washed blood from rags and gotten herbs to help with the pain

・Even before your period, Arthur had already gotten a collection of items that would help you

・He didn’t want you to have to get them yourself, and since he’s King, he knew he might not have the time to get it himself

・So the best thing was for you to always have those items stocked

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠

・Epitome of perfect

・ “My love, are you hungry? Thirsty? I’m sure I can find some sweets-”

・Will rub your stomach and leave his hand there (because a. it’s big and b. it’s warm)

・Nothing disgusts him so he doesn’t cringe or feel gross about your period

・The first time you bled on the sheets, he told you it was okay, have a bath / or clean up, and relax. He had changed the sheets and made the bed.

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢

・ ”At least you’re not pregnant?”

“aT lEaSt yOu’Re NoT - I think I might kill you, Loki.”

・Brings you hot water bottles and enchants your cup so it never empties

・Tries not to ask you too many questions because he knows how irritable it makes you

・He uses his magic a lot more during these times of the month, either by trying to ease your pain, to distract and/or entertain you

𝐀𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

・You think he’s oblivious but he’s just trying to keep the peace

・The first time he asked if it was your time of the month... was the last time he did so.

・Makes you endless cups of tea

・Helps you get dressed/undressed

・Unties your shoes and takes them off at the end of the day. He’ll sit on the couch with you, moving your legs so that your feet are on his lap. He’ll rub your feet until you tell him to stop

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝

・Gets cranky at how expensive tampons and pads are because “ye didn’t choose to bleed, did ye”

・Imagine a big bad bikie walking into the grocery store to pick up some pads

・He does it without thinking twice

・And grabs a few treats for you as a surprise

・Is extra sensitive with you during this time

𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

・”I’m on my period”

“Yes, I know, I’ve been tracking them”

・Thinks he knows what goes on during a women’s monthly, but when you tell him, he doesn’t fully believe you

・Speaks to you in High Valyrian, for some reason it calms you down

・Brushes your hair and makes an extra hot bath for you

・Asks you questions about what it feels like, what is the pain most similar to etc.

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