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"I can't leave ya alone for one minute, can I?" Daryl said, stopping the doorway and looking in at you.
"Who? Me?" you asked, playing dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about!" you laughed. You leaned down and ruffled Dog's thick fur. He was laying across the bottom of the bed, his head resting between his paws, his ears on alert.
"Ya know he ain't allowed on the bed. He's filthy and he stinks," Daryl drawled, coming into the room.
"Sometimes so do you," you teased him. "And I still let you in the bed."
Daryl shot you a look, but couldn't fully suppress his amusement, especially with the grin that was plastered on your face. It was impossible to be sour when you were grinning at him like that. "Dog, get down," he said, his tone demanding. Dog didn't move. "Dog! Off! C'mon!"
The Malinois raised his head, but only blinked at Daryl.
"SonofaโDog! I said get down!"
You giggled and leaned forward to pet his soft ears and scratch under his chin. "I don't know what you expected. You're the one who trained him to protect me. He's just doing his job and keeping guard," you cooed, fussing over the good boy.
"Yeah, well he can do his job from the floor," Daryl growled. "C'mon," he said, seizing Dog by the collar and giving him the encouragement he needed to finally get onto the floor with a gentle tug.
Dog whined, but circled a few times and laid down on the rug.
Daryl shook his head, but the corners of his eyes were crinkled in a smile. "He's damn near as stubborn as you," he said, shooting you a look.
You flopped back on your pillow and adjusted the blankets. "I think you're just jealous that you have to share my attention with him," you joked.
"Am I that transparent?" Daryl laughed, climbing into bed beside you. "Damn," he said softly, leaning over you and caging you beneath his body. "Ya figured it out..."
You stared up at him, wide-eyed, your whole body suddenly bursting with tingles. "Well, you've got me all to yourself now..."
Daryl brushed his fingers tenderly through your hair, giving you a heated look. "Damn right."
Prompt: "I can't leave you alone for one minute, can I?"
dog is extremely protective of you, like if daryl is pretending to sneak up on you, dog will show his teeth and growl (all while his tail is going).
or if daryl is tickling you and youโre squealing, dog thinks daryl is hurting you, so heโll start barking really loud and trying to jump in between you.
he also gets jealous when youโre giving daryl attention and vice versa. heโll whine and cry and flip onto his back with his paws up in the air to make you look at him. Heโs just full of drama.
sometimes when you sneak some of your food to dog, daryl shoots you a glare cause heโd rather you eat and have dogโs share come out of his portion.
when daryl gets back early from a run and canโt find you, dog will ask โwhereโs yerโ mama? hm?โ and then dog will lead him straight to you.
BATH TIME !! you do the washing and daryl does the drying. he doesnโt have the patience to sit there while dog shakes off for the 10th time in a row. so thatโs your job :)
when dog shakes his sopping wet coat all over you, daryl canโt hold back his laughter, causing you to splash him with a bit of water. โoh, cause i thought something was funny,โ you say as daryl glares your way.ย
BED HOG BED HOG BED HOG!!!!!!!
daryl finds him a nice, big dog bed on a run, but dog still prefers sleeping snuggled up to you.
he usually sleeps at the foot end of the bed, but he shoves his snout in between you two and always ends up wiggling up further and further throughout the night.
he likes to push his feet into darylโs back while you spoon him.ย
dog gets locked out of the room when you and daryl have sex because he either gets worried that darylโs hurting you or he thinks youโre having fun without him.
heโs tried to jump up onto the bed once or twice before, so daryl now lures him out and then quickly shuts the door.
he will 100% scratch at the door and try to shove his nose underneath it to make sure youโre both still in there.
dog thinks killing rabbits, birds and squirrels is a game, so whenever daryl takes him hunting with him heโll kill them and drop them at darylโs feet all proud and shit.ย
when dog gets the zoomies, you chase him around the house and daryl thinks its the funniest thing in the fucking world because youโll be chasing him and then heโll stop for a second and do the play bow and then heโll take off again.
heโll also jump up on the couches and launch himself off.
a/n: iโve never seen anyone do dog head canons before, so i figured iโd do some!!
thought tumblr would like this thing I did a few months ago
and here's some things I said to @sinkdownbeneath about his height difference over me the other day, I really am at โsmother your face into his chestโ height... I am only 5'0 (Correction as I am making this post: Istg Norman said he was 5'11 at one point, he's 5'10 BUT STILL)
MARCHWERES PROMPT 6- WET DOG
PLEASE GIVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM.
Main Masterlist
Daryl Masterlist (includes marchweres)
Prompt list by: @marchweres
CW: Poor writing, short, swearing, reader is referred to as โwomanโ once but it is otherwise gender neutral, mentions of scars, characters are naked but it is still semi sfw, slightly suggestive, not proof read, lemme know if i missed anything!
Daryl was filthy.
The man was a walking biohazard, his clothing stained with grime and walker guts, yet he still refused to hop in the bath, stating that it was โfuckinโ pointlessโ until after he had shifted for his hunt later. In a point of desperation to get him clean, you told him you would join him.
Which leads you to now.
Youโre slowly rubbing shampoo in the mans hair while he grumbles about something incoherent, his words garbled. Thereโs a smile on your face while you nod along to the stories of his run, your hands massaging his scalp lightly with each pass of his hair. Despite him being taller than you, youโre behind him, his back pressed flush against your bare chest.
Slowly, you rinse the suds out of his hair and move down. You pour some soap on your hands and begin to rub his back, loosening the tight knots and stress out of his muscles. Your fingers trail lightly over his scars, being sure to kiss the occasional one before you pass by it with the soap.
With open mouth kisses, your lips trail up to his scent gland, sucking against it softly and giggling at the small whine he lets escape. Such a big, strong man, all just to be unraveled by the slightest touch.
โShit, woman..โ his voice trails off, his torso melting into your body and leaning against you.
You hum in acknowledgement, kissing and sucking his neck, leaving a nice plum coloured mark on his throat. The procedere forces a groan out of Daryl, and you think that maybe, just maybe, you should bathe with him more often..
A/N: Iโm still new to writing, so please be kind in the comments! I wanted to try some Marchweres Prompts, so here we go!!
Dog just had his much needed shower, and now that he was all dried off you got to the hard part.
Brushing him out.
Luckily Daryl had found a petstore and grabbed a bag full of care items.
Once downstairs you made sure to give him a some dried meat for behaving so well in the tub and lured him onto the large towel laid out for him.
"Come on, boy. Gonna get those pesky knots out of your fur." You fed him some more dried treats to keep him relaxed and went to carefully work at his fluff.
As you brushed out his fur you coo'ed at him. "Such a good boy, letting me brush you." You made kissy faces at him and gave him a treat every few minutes. "Gimme a paw?" Brushing at his elbows you smooched his clean paw. "Thankyou, good boy." At every mention of the words his tail wagged happily.
Unknown to you there was someone else downstairs whonwas wagging his metaphorical tail at your words, only there to grab a drink but stopped so Dog wouldn't see him.
And then you started talking oh so sweet to the animal and Daryl's mind wandered.
He wanted to be treated like that dog, to be cuddled and brushed and called a good boy. He kept his distance and watched how you had gotten Dog on his back and brushed at his neck fur, paws up and tongue out he looked so happy with his hind legs spread and tail thumping on the hardwood floor. "Does the good boy want belly rubs? Yeah he does!"
Daryl's mind filled with scenes he'd never dare talk about. His shifted self with you on the bed, your hands gently scratching at the skin of his stomach and moving down south slowly-- no, not now not here.
"You're being so good! Want a treat? Yes you want a treat huh."
And Daryl's mind was back in bed, this time with you sitting on top of him, cooing in that voice you used that drove him absolutely crazy. His hands grabbing onto the counter so hard his knuckles turned white and his eyes closed to picture you even better. "Such a big boy, so good and obedient.."
A hand on his hip made him jump, ready to grab at the knives still strapped to his legs until your laugh sent him back to earth. "Yeah, I knew you were there. And now I know a way to tease you. How fun!" You stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss at the corner of his lips. "Love you, my good boy."
Daryl, Carol, and Maggie sitting on a bench with a deflated look
Rick: why are the three of you sitting sad like that?ย
Maggie: sit with us so we can tell you
Rick *sitting down*: well?ย
Daryl: this bench is freshly paintedย
Rick: ...
Carol: yeah, they did it to me too
Glenn, texting Maggie: text me when youโre home safelyย
Maggie: Iโm home dangerouslyย
Glenn: stop it
Maggie: Iโm home lethallyย
Carol: Iโm gonna count to three
Daryl: what did I do?
Carol: one
Daryl, running away: wHaT dId I dO?!?!
Beth, about Andrea: whatโs wrong with her?
Daryl: everyone has a different theoryย
Carol: if you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?ย
Maggie: maybe a little tipsy
Daryl: drunkย
Lori: wastedย
Andrea: deadย
Maggie, calling Beth: Where are you?
Beth: I waved to a man because I thought he was waving at me. Apparently he was waving to the guy behind me so to get out of the awkward situation I kept my hand up so a taxi pulled over and took me to the train station. I am now in California, I should be back by Thursday.
Maggie: Wha-
Glenn: Understandable. Have a nice day
Glenn, after briefing another plan: thoughts?
Daryl: and prayers. Holy shit.
Maggie: I have the urge to do something stupid
Glenn: Iโm stupid, do me
Rick: I left instructions for everyone while Iโm gone
Andrea: mine just says โAndrea noโ
Rick: and I want you to apply that to every possible situationย
Dale: I swear to God Iโm the only one here with a brain cell
Daryl, T-Dog, Rick, Shane, and Glenn: ALL HAIL THE KEEPER OF THE BRAIN CELL!!!