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emodaryls · 1 month

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Little one

Summary: teen reader! Daryl finds you lost in a shopping center, he decides to take you back to Alexandria. You find Daryl to be a potential father figure!!

Word count: 2216

warnings: slight cursing, mentions of blood

A/n: this isn’t cg Daryl but more of father figure Daryl? I’m thinking of making a second part cus it feels unfinished… anyway this is my second fic umm I still don’t know everything abt writing so it might be bad ?!?!? Ok enjoy ❤️

Daryl was riding his motorcycle to an abandoned shopping center, desperate to find medical supplies. He parks his bike near a tree a short distance away from the shopping center, getting leaves and fallen tree branches to cover and hide it. He takes his crossbow off his shoulder, double checking it to make sure its loaded with a bolt. Upon entering the building, he immediately heads towards the pharmacy. He makes sure to be quiet in order to not attract any of the undead that may be wandering around. As he arrives, he rummaged through cabinets, drawers, and boxes.

"Dammit, already raided." He grumbles to himself in a low, hushed voice. He turns around with a quiet sigh, getting ready to leave. Just as he heads towards the exit of the pharmacy he hears a small crunch. Quickly turning around, he heads towards the sound to investigate, his crossbow at the ready.

"In the corner of the pharmacy, there you are. Covered in what might be a mix of walker blood and your blood. Dirt covers your worn and torn clothing, and you look up at him with wide, terrified eyes. Daryl senses your fear and his eyes soften a bit.

"Hey... who are ya? Are ya alright?" He speaks in a calmer tone, his voice still having his gruff charm. He lowers his crossbow slightly, but still keeps it ready. You don't respond, you just continue to look up at him in fear. Daryl sighs and lowers his crossbow completely. He feels bad for pointing it at you, a lost teenager who's probably scared out of your mind. You likely mean no harm.

"Are ya... lost? Do ya need any help?" He continues. "Look, I uh, I got a group... they can help ya. They're good people." He's always been weary when revealing something like that to someone he just met, but come on, you're just a kid who probably needs help.

You fidget with your hands out of nervousness, fingers twiddling around. You take a deep breath and speak with a shaking voice.

"I'm lost.. I-I lost everyone.. I'm so scared..."

Poor kid.

"I don't know where I am, I just want my parents back!”

You start to cry, tears running down your dirty and blood stained cheeks. Daryl feels terrible. Shifting from one foot to the other, he thinks about taking you back to Alexandria to meet the rest of the group and probably live there. He thinks a little while longer, then makes his decision.

"I'll take ya back with me. I got a real nice place I stay at... there's food, clean water," He gets down to one knee to get to your level. "There's uh, nice housing, nice people. There's also other kiddos yer age too, Ya could make some friends." He looks up at you, chewing on the inside of his cheek. You stare right back at him, a look on your face as if you're considering it. You then nod your head as you wipe your nose on your sleeve, sniffling. "I wanna go with you..."

Daryl's slightly taken aback, but he recomposes himself.

"Are ya sure?" He asks, and you nod. "I'm sure... I wanna go with you."

After a few moments of silence, Daryl nods and stands up. He reaches out a hand to you which you take, and he helps you up. "Alright then," he sighs. "Let's go." You two begin to walk outside the pharmacy and to the exit of the shopping center. The dirt and debris crunch under your feet and the setting sun shines brightly. It’s almost nighttime, and the night chill is already slowly starting to settle in.

You follow him to where he had parked his motorcycle, standing behind him as he moves aside all the leaves and branches he hid it with. Daryl stands up the bike and gets on it, kicking back the stand. You get on behind him, wrapping your eyes around him. After he makes sure you're ready, Daryl revs the engine and the bike begins to move, gradually getting faster.

You both ride through the streets surrounded by woods, the wind whipping through your hair. You rest your head on Daryl's back, finding the wind and high speeds oddly soothing.

Time flies by fast and before you know it, you're at the gates of 'Alexandria Safe-Zone'. The guard at the gates lets Daryl in, and he can feel all the eyes on himself and you. Daryl ignores it, not wanting to deal with anything at the moment. He slowly rides the bike to the house he stays at. He knows he'll be questioned sooner or later about who he brought back with him, but he'll do it with it eventually.

He parks the motorcycle in front of the house and kicks the stand into place, getting off. He helps you get off the bike as well.

"Hey, uh, kid," he starts, scratching the back of his head as you two walk up his porch steps. "Ya can stay with me if ya want, for as long as ya want. I have a spare room ya can stay in. It's got a nice bed and everythin'." He unlocks the door and pushes it open. The house has a warm and cozy atmosphere. It's nicely furnished, but he didn't furnish it himself. All of the houses in Alexandria are pre-furnished as it was originally a quarantine safe zone for politicians when the outbreak first started.

Daryl puts down his crossbow and slips off his boots, leaving them by the front door. You copy him, not wanting to break any unspoken 'no shoes' rule that he may have. Daryl walks over to the couch, plopping down on it and sighing. You do the same, sitting at the corner of it. You bring your legs to your chest, making yourself feel small.

It's a new environment for you, you've pretty much gotten used to being in the woods all alone, having to be stealthy and dodge walkers left to right. But the change is nice, feels a little like how the world was before. It'll just take a bit to get used to.

You can finally get a good look at the man who rescued you. He has a rugged appearance, but for some of reason you don't find him very intimidating. You feel safe around him, like he has a calming fatherly presence.

Then, you break the silence, speaking in a shy voice. "Um, what's your name? I don't think you ever told me."

Daryl looks over to you, eyes softening once more. "Daryl." he responds. "Daryl Dixon." You nod and go back to looking around the house from where you are. You stare into space for a little while before another thought comes up.

"Could you show me where the spare room that you mentioned earlier is?"

Daryl turns his head to you once again and nods. He gets off the couch with a slight grunt. You stand up as well, following him as he leads you up the stairs. He stops in front of a door and opens it, holding it open for you. You walk in and take a look around the room. It's nothing super fancy, but it's well furnished and simple. The moon shines through the window at a perfect angle, dimly lighting up the room in a soft and dreamy glow.

You walk over to the bed that's placed beside the window and sit on the edge of it. "I'm tired..." you murmur sleepily, laying down on the bed. You untuck the blanket and pull it up to your chest. You snuggle into the covers, curling into an almost fetal position. Daryl chuckles to himself, watching you get comfortable. Daryl feels this weird, fatherly urge to protect you, to make sure you're cared for and loved. He has a feeling you two will get along pretty well.

You soon fall asleep, and he walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He goes over to his own room, getting ready for bed himself. It's been a long day, riding out to an abandoned shopping center for medical supplies and instead coming back with a lost, orphaned teenager in need of care. He settles into bed, pulling the blankets over himself and falling asleep.

In the morning, Daryl goes downstairs to make his breakfast. You've beaten him to it, already eating orange slices on the couch. You hear his steps and turn your head around, looking up at him.

"Hey..." You mutter, then going back to eating your orange. "Hey." Daryl responds, brushing his hair back a bit and going over to the kitchen. He grabs a glass of water and makes himself some oatmeal that he found during his last supply run. Once its ready, he pours half of it into a separate bowl to share with you. Daryl walks over to the couch and sits beside you, placing the bowl on the coffee table in front of you.

"Ya should eat some more," he starts, grabbing a spoonful of oatmeal and eating it. He waits to finish until continuing. "Getting some oatmeal in ya is good, especially if ya haven't eaten in a while."

You look over at him and then to the bowl in front of you. You set down your orange slices on a napkin and grab the bowl.

"Thanks..." you responded, eating a spoonful. You finish it up pretty quickly, which makes sense. You haven't eaten a proper meal in who knows how long. You eventually finish eating both the oatmeal and orange slices, and you settle back onto the couch. Suddenly, you remember that you're still dirty and need to clean up. Your face flushes out of embarrassment. Have you really been looking like that this whole time?

"Do you have a shower that I could, uh, use?" You asked Daryl in a timid voice, now feeling hyper aware of your dirty appearance.

"Yeah, to the right of yer room." He replied, nodding his head towards the stairs. You nod your head in gratitude, getting up from the couch and going to the bathroom.

That shower was possibly the most refreshing one you've had in a while. There was warm water, soaps, and possibly the fluffiest towels you’ve ever seen. But now you have another problem, clothes. The only ones you have were the torn, dirt covered ones you've been living in for the past few months or maybe even over a year. You wrap a towel around yourself and crack open the bathroom door just enough to peek your head out. "Daryl?" You call out, face flushing from embarrassment once again. "Could I borrow some clothes?" There's a moment of silence before you hear him shout back a "yeah", and you close the door, waiting. You wait for a few minutes until you hear the sound of his heavy footsteps, cloth falling on the floor, and then a knock. After that, he walks away. You wait a few seconds before cracking open the door and taking the clothes he left for you. It's a black shirt with a faded metal band logo printed in white, the pants are dark blue and denim. They're definitely going to be too big and baggy for you, but you wear it anyway.

You tighten the waistband of the jeans to fit you better, and you come out, hair wrapped in a towel. You walk down the stairs, damp feet pattering against the wooden floor. Daryl's still sitting on the couch, but in a more lounged position. You sit close to him and take a breath.

You begin to speak. “Um... this might be a little weird, but to me, you feel like a father." You tell him, and his eyes widen. But he looks touched. "We just met yesterday, but it feels really comforting to be around you." You twiddle your fingers, looking a little embarrassed. But Daryl smiles. It’s subtle, but there’s still a smile on his face.

"Tha's awfully sweet." His voice is softer than you've ever heard before. "I've never had a little one of my own, always kind of wanted to, though. I just don't think i'd be a good dad."

You smile at him, chuckling. "I think you would. You sort of have this really fatherly presence. It was unusually easy for me to warm up to you." You shift close to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. You smile more. "Maybe I could be your little one. You can like... adopt me, or something."

Daryl chuckles again. "We'll see, kid. We'll see."

You look up at him and then go back to snuggling. You curl up beside him, getting so very comfortable. You feel safe in his embrace, you never want to leave.

“Can we see maybe… now?” You ask in a playful way, looking up at him again. Daryl looks down at you with a slightly wider smile, shaking his head.

“Well, I-… yeah,” he sighs. “Alright, yer gonna be my little one. I’m never gonna let anything happen to ya.” He holds you a little tighter. “I might not be the best daddy, but I’m sure as hell gonna try.”

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emodaryls · 2 months

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Dad’s Home !

Gender neutral | Father!Daryl Dixon / Little!Daryls Kid!Reader

Agere (Age Regression) SFW!!!! NOT KINK!!!!

Word count: 903 (?)

Summary: You wake up from a nap that you took to pass the time while waiting for Daryl (your dad) to home home. He makes dinner and you two snuggle and watch a movie !! :3

A/N: this is my first time seriously writing a fanfic… pls bear with me I’m sorry if it’s bad or not what u expected 🤧

The afternoon sun shines through the window, casting a warm glow in the room and rousing you from your sleep. You pull your blanket up higher, protecting yourself from the slight chill that lingers. You feel fuzzy.

You open your eyes and squint, taking in your surroundings. A nearly empty sippy cup with apple juice lays beside you, and a few of your stuffies have fallen off of your bed and onto the hardwood floor. Sitting up, you wrap the blanket around you and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. Your feet touch the floor with a light tap sound, and you get up to grab your stuffies. You feel bad for the stuffies, them having to be on the cold floor for god knows how long, but they forgive you. They always do.

You’re about to go back to your nap until you hear the sound of the front door opening and closing, along with boots shuffling. You walk over to the door and grab the handle, which is cold to the touch. It is winter after all.

You open the door and step out of your room, feet pattering against the cold hardwood floors. You rush downstairs and your eyes light up when you see your father setting down his bag and crossbow on the floor.

“Daddy!” You chime, rushing over to greet him. Your arms wrap around him, and Daryl lets out a low chuckle, returning the hug. You two embrace for a while, and then Daryl eventually separates and ruffles the top of your head.

“Hey, kiddo.” He speaks in a gentle yet raspy voice, one that he only uses with you. “How are ya? Did ya eat while I was gone?” He looks down at you with soft eyes, waiting for your response.

You answer by shaking your head no and go straight back to hugging him, head buried in his chest. You didn’t eat anything besides a few crackers. You were starving, your rumbling tummy showing it. Daryl chuckles again, and gently separates you from him.

“Ya want the usual?” He asks, moving towards the kitchen. “I found more boxes of the mac and cheese, I could make it for ya.” Your usual dinner was mac and cheese, chicken nuggets (or strips), and apples. You usually have water or apple juice with it as well.

“Yes..” you mumble, tone sleepy and childish. You’ve been regressing and feeling all fuzzy for most of the day. Being sleepy doesn’t help much with the fuzzy feeling.

You walk over to the couch and before you know it , your eyes are heavy and closing, and your breath slows. You fall asleep. Next thing you know, you feel your dad shaking you awake.

“Hey… wake up kid.” Daryl whispers, a hand on your shoulder that’s gently shaking you. Your eyes flutter open and you’re met with the sight of your father gazing at you with soft eyes. You let out a mix of a tired hum and groan, stretching out your arms and legs.

“Yer foods ready. Nice and warm… better finish it ‘fore it gets cold.” He helps you sit up, grabbing your plate and sitting next to you. He blows on the food, cooling it down to a temperature where it won’t burn your mouth.

Your food is on your favorite plate as always. A baby/toddler plate that’s white with barriers to separate the food and keep it all from touching, and a rainbow-colored pattern on the base.

“How old are ya?” He asks, referring to the age you regress to.

You hold up 3 fingers. “Three!”

Daryl smiles and scoops up a bit of mac and cheese on a fork. “Alrigh’, here comes the airplane...” He moves the fork close to your mouth. You open your mouth, take the macaroni, chew, and then swallow.

You repeat this for about 7 minutes until the whole plate is empty. Daryl sets the plate down on the coffee table, and you shift closer to him. Your head rests on his side and he brings an arm around your shoulders. You snuggle closer, enjoying his embrace. You’ve always liked cuddling with your dad. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Suddenly, you scoot to the edge of the couch, grabbing the remote off the coffee table. You hand it to Daryl, hinting that you want to watch a movie. He catches the hint and he switches on the television. He taps your shoulder twice before getting up and grabbing a VCR of a movie, specifically Finding Nemo. It’s one of your favorites.

He puts the VCR in the player and the movie begins shortly after. You shift closer to Daryl, practically in his lap now, head resting against his chest. You two remain like this for a while until you fall asleep about halfway into the movie.

Daryl notices and he grabs your stuffie, placing it on your chest. He scoops you up into his arms and takes you upstairs to your room, the stairs creaking under his weight. He places you into the bed and pulls the covers up to your chest, tucking it in at the sides. Daryl watches you for a few moments before kneeling, brushing back your hair, and kissing your forehead.

“Night, kiddo… love ya, so much.”

He stands up, walking over to the door. He looks behind him for a moment, then gently shuts the door, letting you sleep in peace.

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emodaryls · 1 month

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Meli's Agere Alphabet (regressor ver.)

SFW!!! Not kink!!

A - activities [What are their favorite activities to do while regressed?]

B - blankies [Do they have a favorite blanket? What does it look like?]

C - cuddles [Do they enjoy cuddling? How do they like to cuddle?]

D - dinner [What is their favorite meal to eat for dinner when regressed?]

E - emotions [Do get get emotional when they regress? Do any emotions trigger them to regress?]

F - food [What are their favorite foods or snacks to eat when regressed?]

G - giggles [What makes them laugh? What do they find funny?]

H - hugs [Do they like hugging? When do they hug?]

I - imagination [Do they use their imagination a lot when playing?]

J - jammies [Do they have a pair of pajamas they wear when going to bed? What does it look like?]

K - kissies [Do they like (platonic) kisses? Do they like to give or receive them?]

L - lullabies [Do they have a favorite lullaby to listen to as they go to sleep?]

M - movies [What is their favorite movie to watch when regressed? What genre is it?

N - nicknames [Do they have any preferred nicknames they would want a cg to use?]

O - oops! [Do they tend to be clumsy or make a lot of mistakes when regressed?]

P - pacifier [Do they like to use pacis? What does their paci look like?]

Q - quiet time [Do they enjoy quiet activities? What do they like to do during quiet time?]

R - regression [How often do they regress? How do they behave when they regress?]

S - stuffies [Do they have stuffed animals? What are their names? What do they look like?]

T - temper [Do they have a temper? Do they throw temper tantrums often, or at all?]

U - upset [How do they express being upset when regressed?]

V - voice [Do they speak in a different tone of voice when regressed? How is it different from their normal voice?]

W - warm [What makes them feel all warm and fuzzy?]

X - (e)xtra [Additional headcanons?]

Y - yucky! [What do they dislike?]

Z - Zzz [What are some sleep habits of theirs? Do they take naps often? Do they have a specific time for naps or bedtime?]

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emodaryls · 1 month

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Meli's Agere alphabet! (caregiver ver.)

SFW!!! Not kink!

A - activities [what is their favorite activity (or activities) to do with you?]

B - baby talk [Do they like to talk in a baby voice when interacting?]

C - cuddling [Do they like to cuddle with their regressor?]

D - dress up [Will they play dress up? what would be their favorite outfit?]

E - entertainment [What is their favorite movie, show, or book to watch/read with their regressor?]

F - forgiveness [How forgiving are they when their regressor makes mistakes? How fast do they forgive?]

G - gentle [How gentle are they with their regressor?]

H - hugs [Do they like to huggies?]

I - imaginary [How imaginative are they?]

J - jokes [Do they like to joke around?]

K - kisses [Do they like to give (platonic) kissies? Where is their favorite spot to kiss?]

L - lullaby [Do they sing lullabies to their regressor? What is their favorite one?]

M - morning [How do they spend mornings with their regressor? (when regressed)]

N - night [How do they spend mornings with their regressor? (when regressed)]

O - overprotective [Are they more overprotective, underprotective, or somewhere in the middle?]

P - petnames [What are their favorite petnames to use for their regressor? (ex: darling, sweetheart, little one)]

Q - quality time [How much time do they usually spend with their regressor? Do they live with them or visit?]

R - regression [Do they age regress as well?]

S - snacks [What snacks do they feed their regressor?]

T - tea party [Do they enjoy playing tea party? Will they play with the toys and/or stuffies as well?]

U - understand [How well do they understand their regressors needs and emotions?]

V - visit [What are some of their favorite places to visit with their regressor?]

W - warmth [Do they provide physical warmth to their regressor, such as giving blankets or cuddling? Do they make their regressor feel warm and secure, mentally?]

X - (e)xtra [Additional headcanons?]

Y - yummy [What are their favorite meals to make for their regressor? Are they good at cooking and/or baking?]

Z - ZzZ [Do they take naps with their regressor? What are some sleep habits of theirs?]

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emodaryls · 13 days

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Would you write something where Daryl is a little? I feel like it makes sense for him to regress to deal with trauma and he NEEDS to a mommy

Sure!!! Though I hc him as a regressor I'm not really sure how to *write* him as one sorry! But akneeway, I'm gonna try. Here u go!!! I wrote this while watching Coachella so it may not be my best cus i got distracted a lot....

Mimis 🌙🐋

eepy little daryl! Him being tired & regressing after a run, lots of fluff! Little!Daryl/Cg!Fem!Reader. 590 wc

NSFW, ANTI-AGERE, DDLG, ADBL, RACIST, TRANSPHOBIC, ZIONIST, HOMOPHOBIC, ABLEIST DNI. SFW AGERE , NOT KINK.

The group is now returning from another unsuccessful supply run. Of course, like always, Daryl didn't let you come along. He doesn't want you to risk anything happening to you; he wants to keep you as safe as possible.

Daryl returns home, tired and feeling fuzzy. Kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag, he walks sluggishly towards the couch, proceeding to lay down on it. He feels even more fuzzy now, and he curls slightly into a fetal position, making himself feel small and secure.

You cautiously come down the stairs after hearing the front door open, and are met with the adorable sight of Daryl all curled up on the couch, sleepy, and probably regressing.

"Hey…" You speak in a soft voice as you slowly make your way over to him. "You okay?" You sit beside him, giving his scalp relaxing scratches. He leans into your hand and nods, curling up slightly more.

"Mama," he murmurs, looking up at you with soft, tired eyes.

"Yeah?" You smile softly and continue to scratch his scalp. He doesn't answer. "How old are you right now?"

"Mmm… 4…" He murmurs once again, taking a deep breath after. He seems really comfortable.

"You sleepy?"

He nods.

"You want a blanket?"

He nods again. You reluctantly stop scratching his scalp to head upstairs to your shared room to fetch a blanket for him. You choose his favorite blanket, a white-weighted blanket that has a cover on it, making it very comfortable and soft. You carry it in your arms, carefully watching your steps as you walk back downstairs.

"Here, I got it." You lay it evenly over him and tuck it around his shoulders. You see his feet peeking out the end of the blanket, and you can't help but chuckle.

"You want your stuffie?"

"mm... yeah.."

"Okay… which one?"

"The whale…" He mumbles, almost not being able to tell what he said.

You go back up to the bedroom. You open the closet and search through his small stash of stuffies and toys, finding a cute whale security blanket, a whale plush attached to a small white blanket with a baby blue satin trim. You also grab his pacifier, which is just a simple, plain black color. You carry the two items down the stairs and return to Daryl, giving him the stuffie and pacifier.

"Thank ya mama..." He mumbles before popping the pacifier into his mouth and holding the stuffie close. The sounds of him suckling on the paci are adorable, and you smile.

You sit on the floor and return to giving him gentle scratches on the head. Theres a long moment of silence, no sound besides the people of Alexandria walking and talking while passing by, both of your breathing, and Daryl suckling on the pacifier.

"Hey, do you want to head upstairs? You got all your toys and stuffies up there." You ask, not even sure if he is awake. But he hums, saying a lazy "yes.”

"Alright, get up, little one." You help Daryl sit up, and he rubs the sleep from his eyes. You carry his blanket for him, and he groggily walks up the stairs in the room. He goes straight to laying down on the bed, covering himself with the white duvet. You lay the weighted blanket down on top of him again and crawl into bed next to him. He immediately rolls over and buries his face into your chest, and you wrap your arms around him, holding him close.

He quickly falls asleep, and you place a kiss on his forehead, slowly stroking his hair.

"Goodnight, Dar..." you say, with a whisper, feeling nothing but love and admiration for the man sleeping peacefully beside you.

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