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PUT THEM TOGETHER . NEOWWWWWW

stop I’ve been thinking abt the episode where Aaron talks to Daryl after the party in the garage and I can’t stop thinking abt how when Aaron was telling Daryl how good he is at reading people and just gassing his skills overall, I PROMISE YOU HE WAS BLUSHING and his little “I’ll get you some rabbits” was so cute and genuine he really meant it 😞❤️

even tho Aaron is still with Eric in the first couple of episodes everytime Daryl is on screen with him I JUST ?? I can smell thee sexual tension up to at least two miles

OMFG NEW FIC IDEA I JUST THOUGHT OF Daryl not being able to understand and or process the new found feelings he has for Aaron so whenever he slips out the gates to hunt he leaves Aaron various colored rocks, a few dead but pretty bugs and once an oddly fat squirrel… on occasion he’s even left a flower or two but hes not sure how much Aaron likes them

Aaron does indeed keep all the rocks, dead bugs and morbidly obese squirrelss that Daryl leaves on his porch, he just hopes that he can catch the man on day and finally drag him inside

and he does in fact like the flowers, actually he really likes the flowers

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what …….. 💀

I'd sit on him 🫦

He and Danai füçked at least once. 😏💦That's my opinion and I'm sticking to it 🤷🏽‍♀️

#what the fuck is wrong w yall

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I'm thinking about big age gaps unfortunately

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"not all men" yeah daryl dixon would NEVER

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WHY DOES NOBODY TALK ABOUT THIS. GOOD LORD. "yeah, good boy" IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS PLEASE

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not to be slutty but i have really bitable thighs…just saying🤭

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DIXONSEMOBOY'S BLOG

xan/xander, ftm, he/him, ur fav living dead boy

🦴🐾 STUFF IVE WRITTEN SO FAR:

NEEDY MORNING || ୨୧ || ftm reader, smut

DARYL W/ SOMNO KINK || ୨୧ || ftm reader, smut

DARYL W/ SIZE KINK || ୨୧ || ftm reader, smut

BOYDAD! DARYL || ୨୧ || ftm reader, fluff (with moodboard)

ME YAPPING ABOUT DARYL || ୨୧ ||

i will NOT write:

fem! reader, it's uncomfortable for me to write and since i'm male i can't apply myself to the story. no fun in it for me.

any weird kinks, scat, piss, feet, etc (i doubt there's any of u out there who even fw those anyway)

underage reader with smut (ew...)

non-con

i WILL write:

male reader, mainly ftm because that's what i am.

gn! reader.

fluff, smut, angst

pretty much any kinks besides the ones listed up above, i'm open to most things and trust, i'm a freak.

i'm a beginner writer, so excuse me if what i write isn't the best. i'm still improving.

i can't figure out how to link the actual works with the text up above ^ (stuff ive written so far) so excuse me for that. for now you guys are just gonna have to scroll until you find the fics 😭 sorry baes.

daryl is a switch imo, so i can write him as submissive or dominant

this is a strictly norman centered page, i only write for his characters. he's the only man ever. 🎀

don't come into my inbox talking about sum "daryl's straight, daryl's straight!!" cuz trust me i do not gaf. mind your own business.

feel free to send me asks!! my inbox is pretty empty rn.

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daryl w somno kink makes me JSHAJAJSHSHSJ.

ftm! reader x daryl dixon

warnings: smut, creampie, somnophilia (as stated)

imagine he wakes up in the middle of the night, spooning you, cock straining against his boxers, aching for release. He cant control it, just being next to you alone turns him on. He grumbles and nuzzles into your neck as he lets his hands trail down your body, reaching for your boxers.

He pulls them down gently, revealing your damp cunt that rests between your thighs. You had the same problem as him. Just being with him turns you on. He hums at the sight as he brings his fingers to your slit, rubbing at it gently while he pulls his own boxers down too, his leaky cock flopping out, hard against his stomach.

He pulls his finger away and presses the tip against your entrance, easily guiding himself into you with a grunt of relief, feeling your tightness around his cock and your wetness coat him. You make a half-asleep grumble in response, your back involuntarily arching against him. He takes that as a sign and starts eagerly thrusting into your now dripping cunt, grunting into your ear with each movement.

Your unconscious body shifts a little as you whine softly in your sleep, not fully aware of your surroundings yet. Your noises only turn Daryl on more. He holds your hip tight with one big hand and starts thrusting faster, his other hand guiding up your hoodie to fondle your tits, relishing the feeling of the soft plumps of skin against his hand.

His thrusts become rushed and sloppy. He feels your walls tighten around him and he couldn't help but cum, groaning while stuffing you full, riding out his orgasm with long rocks of his hips, pushing his cum deeper inside you. As he pulls out your conscious comes back to you slightly, your eyes opening half way at the sudden empty feeling in your body and the coldness against your cunt, signaling that your naked. You weakly turn your head to look at Daryl, catching a glimpse of his cock. You let out a sound of confusion.

You mumble sleepily. "D-Daryl? What are you doi-" he cuts you off.

"Shh, go back t'sleep, sweet boy," he shushes you as he pulls your boxers back up, cum leaking from your hole and onto the cotton. 💗

this is a repost from my other blog @dixonsboytoy, it's been marked as explicit therefore i'm shadowbanned and it's just not going well so i made a new one :3

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Norman looks like a kitten in this for some reason

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It was late at night.

Alexandria was practically silent outside, the only noises being the cicadas chirping in the distance. You were listening to the familiar rhythm of the noise tossing and turning in bed while waiting for Daryl to get home.

He'd been out all day, and you weren't sure why. Most mornings, you'd either wake up with him next to you, peacefully asleep, or you'd wake up to him kissing your forehead before heading out, wheather to was to hunt, or work on his bike.

But today, you woke up with an empty bed and an even emptier house. He was nowhere to be found. You'd been worried something had happened, maybe you'd upset him doing something the day before. Daryl always seemed to close himself off when he was upset. Everything seemed to be okay between the two of you, though. You'd fallen asleep the night before, him holding his arms around your waist with his face nuzzled into the nape of your neck.

Where could he be?

Suddenly, you flipped around at the sound of the front door opening and closing. Slipping on one of Daryl's shirts, you tumbled out of bed and down the stairs, and there he was.

Daryl was kicking off his boots at the front door with his crossbow slung over his shoulders. He looked stressed, setting his crossbow down by the door and scrubbing his hands over his face, sighing.

You stepped forward quietly, until you were stood right in front of him, grabbing his hand and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

"What's wrong, Daryl? You okay?" You ask, keeping your tone soft, like he could break at any firmer of a tone.

"'S nothin'. I'm fine." He muttered, his gaze dropping down to his shoes, hair falling in front of his face.

You wordlessly guided him upstairs to the bed, sitting him down on the edge with his feet planted on the floor in front of him. He looked on the brink of tears, almost, his breathing shallow. His lips were set in a firm line, and he kept his eyes on the floor.

You started pulling off his vest and shirt, getting him ready to relax and lay down. You'd known him long enough that he felt comfortable showing the scars on his back to you. Usually, you found yourself tracing them with the tip of your fingers, gently pressing kisses onto them when he was asleep next to you. (Or so you thought. He could always feel when you did it.)

"I didn't see you today," You whispered to him, sitting down by him and leaning your head against his shoulder. Daryl wasn't an overly affectionate person most days, especially when he was upset. You knew he still loved it when you held him, but sometimes he couldn't handle it. "Wanna tell me what's wrong? I won't push, if you don't wanna tell me," You assured him.

Daryl was dead silent for a moment, still staring down at the ground in front of him. It wasn't that he didn't feel safe enough to tell you, it was more that he wasn't sure how to vocalize his feelings. His whole life, he'd been told by his father and his brother that he couldn't feel as deeply as he did.

"My momma died, 'round this time 'a year when I was a lil' kid." He started, taking another breath and scrubbing his hands over his face. "I don't like thinkin' 'bout it, but I still wanna honor 'er." His voice was so quiet, words breaking up. He didn't dare make eye contact with you.

You thought about your words before speaking. "Was she good to you?"

"Yeah. Yeah, she was good." Daryl replied, fidgeting with his hands. "She'd... uh, she'd always make sure I was happy. Never remember her yellin' at me or Merle. Stood up fer me when my dad was bein' a dick. I was a pussy as a kid, though, always cryin' when I had ta' be 'round a lotta people. She'd take care 'a me when I panicked."

Daryl had a very fond memory of his mother. The woman always managed to keep a gentle hand with him. When he was young, he'd never stray from her shadow. He remembered the way she'd carefully trim his hair for him when it got too long. She'd patch up his wounds, no matter where they came from, whether it was his father, Merle, kids in the neighborhood, or just a small mistake. She'd hold his hand when they walked through crowds, days that he'd be so nervous he'd break down. She always managed to calm him down.

He was heartbroken after she died. She was his source of comfort; she was his home. He no longer had that sense of security and love, only his aggressive brother and abusive dad. He was forced by the remaining people around him to suppress his emotions, his grief and pain. When it all became too much, he'd run out to the woods and hide somewhere he was sure he couldn't be found and cry all his emotions out.

"You weren't a pussy, Daryl, you just needed some help. It's okay to feel the way you did," You replied to him carefully. You weren't going to push him to tell you more, even though you wanted to know details of his childhood so bad. You wanted to soothe his scars, his hurt.

"She died smokin' cigarettes in bed. I watched my house go up. Kids in my neighborhood, police- hell, everyone was lookin' at me, like I knew what happened." He whispered, his voice getting softer. You soon realized that he was sniffling, physically holding back tears. "I jus' ran- I ran out to the woods. Wasn't nothin' else to do. Couldn't go home," and just like that, the lump in his throat dissolved into nothing, his vision blurring.

"Sweetheart..." You trailed off, taking his beautiful face in your hands. You rubbed your thumbs against his cheeks softly, watching his expression as he sniffled out uneven breaths.

"'M sorry... 'm not tryin' 'ta--" He mumbled through tears, his voice breaking.

You couldn't help but embrace him, holding him in your arms with his face pressed against your shoulder. You ran your fingers through his hair comfortingly, pressing kisses into the top of his head every few minutes. He had his arms wrapped around you, hands gripping the fabric of your (his) shirt. You just sat there holding him, giving him the comfort he deserved, the comfort he'd never gotten as a child.

It appalled you that anyone could hurt the beautiful man in front of you. He deserved so much love, so much care. Daryl was so used to taking care of everyone else, that he'd never gotten the opportunity to take care of himself.

"You don't ever have to apologize for feeling. Not to me, not to anyone, Daryl," You murmured into his hair, listening as his breaths slowly evened out as he calmed down. "I promise, you can come to me when you need to. I'll never make you feel bad for crying- for hurting, either- 'cause I love you."

Daryl picked his head up from your shoulder to properly look you in the eyes, bringing one of his hands up to push some of your hair behind your ear. "What would I do without ya?" He asked, sniffling, not waiting for a response.

You gave him a gentle smile, tugging him back on the bed as you moved to lay down. "C'mere, pretty boy. Let's lay down, yeah?"

Daryl scooted back with you, not arguing. You pulled him so that he was laying his head on your chest, his body weight on top of you. The pressure felt comforting for the both of you, reassuring. You continued swiping your fingers through his hair as he began drifting off.

Right before the two of you could fall asleep, you heard him whisper something to you, just loud enough for you to hear. "I love you, too."

You'd always be there for him; his anchor, his home.

I hope this wasn't too horrible lmaooo it's kinda rushed😭 Lmk if yall want any more concepts like this‼️

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STOP IM GONNA SOB

👀👀 not gonna name names but SOME of u are sweet and kind and deserve the world and i am rooting for u

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i genuinely think me and daryl would be the perfect couple. we are the exact same person. he's a quiet, small town boy, exactly like me. he didn't have the greatest childhood, nor did i. we've both always been loners. i just know we would understand eachother. we'd get along so well, even without conversating. we wouldn't speak, just enjoy being in eachother's presence. we'd hold hands as we take nightly walks in the woods (of my request) we'd cuddle up by the fire, my head to his chest and his arms around me. i can hear his soft grunting as he nuzzles his face against my hair. we'd cook together, listen to our favorite music together, hunt together, ride on his motorcycle together (which took a lot of convincing from me)

we'd shower rogether, too. both of us bare for each other to see. he's glad that i trust him enough to see my body. he'd be insecure of himself, the scars on his back, his slowly graying hair, his stomach becoming slightly pudgy due to age. he'd talk down on himself, saying he's "gettin' old 'n' fat", but i'd reassure him everytime, tell him how perfect he is, every inch of him, how nobody else could ever compare to him as i rub a soapy rag over his body, cleaning the grime from it.

he'd put me into his lap and brush my hair every morning, making sure to mess it up a bit after because he knows i like it like that. he'd tell me how handsome i look in that gruff voice of his that i adore, and i would do just the same to him.

i'd wake him up every morning with kisses, worshipping every inch of his beautiful body, and of course breakfast in bed. only my man deserves the best.

i'd make both of us matching bracelets, so he always has something to remember me by. he'd smile to himself everytime he looked down at his wrist.

we'd take care of eachother, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part.

i'll forever be his boy.

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shut up i'm listening to brokencyde while watching boys kissing

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his pants r unzipped cuz of me guys, sorry.

He knew exactly what he was doing when he made this pic.

And I'm living for it🫣

#i love my boyfriend #dada #dilf #i'm going feral #daryl dixon #norman reedus smut

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I literally can't die if I haven't smoked w this man😩

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TRANS DARYL TRANS DARYL ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

daryl dixon core ngl

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even if daryl is straight, or whatever, like idk why even come into my inbox about it, like let me have my fun?? damn!!

Daryl's straight btw , sorry

if only i gave a fuck bro, if u did a little more research u would find out his sexuality is an open question. i'm not bashing u for your opinion. i'm just saying you're a dumb fuck who can't do a quick google search.