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Episode 3: Inazuma Japan +Pineapples

[Jap Dub] | [Eng Dub]

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Episode 69: The birth of Inazuma Japan!

"WHO'S THE MAN?"

"I AM."

"WHO'S GONNA GET INTO THE NATIONAL TEAM?"

"I AM!"

Natsumi's eyebrows furrowed, "...What... are they doing?"

"Megane's hyping his brother up. I think he's a bit nervous." Haruna replied, dusting her camera, unfazed.

The younger twin took a deep breath, "I AAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMM!"

"YEAAAAAAAH!"

The girls blinked.

The daughter of the chairman turned away from the twins, "Anyways, Aki. Did Team A like the new uniforms?"

"They loved it. Some more than others." She chuckled glancing to the side at the trio.

"Like yeah, bros, don't you see how good this looks on me?" Masaru gushed holding out the bottom of his blue team-jersey, admiring its quality.

The pink haired middle triplet, Tomo, massaged his brother's shoulders encouragingly, "Very, like, very nice, yeah!"

The youngest, Tsutomu, nodded enthusiastically.

The eldest triplet posed. "Like yeah, I know. I took sooo many pictures. I can't wait to post them on MySpace!"

"Can we go nooooow?"

"No."

"UUUUUGH-GAAAAH, I don't get it! Why would you want to watch Japanese football?"

"There's always a benefit from watching strong players, Luca."

"Strong players? PUH-LEASE! Japan is known worldwide for many things: baseball, Sumo, judo, snow sports and even golf but football? Even Japanese players, like YOU, go to European countries to play football!"

"You're right. But them, they might be able to make a change. Especially that goalkeeper there."

"You said his name is Mamoru, right?"

"Endou Mamoru. The captain of the football team for this here school. He turned a bunch of nobodies to the best in the country. He could do the same thing at the FFI."

"I'm guessing he's your favourite."

"But Endou isn't the only one."

"Oh gosh, you're going to give me a whole rundown of every single player aren't you?"

"You know me so well."

"Now who's that one?"

"That guy's twin brother."

"GO KAZUTO! YOU. ARE. THE. MAN!!!" Kakeru screamed through a megaphone cone. "WOOOO!!!"

"He doesn't even have the ball anymore..."

"And Gouenji is cornered by Matsuno and Mukata. It seems the whole of Team A is cautious of the Flame Striker, and rightfully so! What will he do?!"

Gouenji spotted Toramaru running towards the goal with Yamino trailing behind. He then kicked the ball through Matsuno's legs, passing, "Go for it Toramaru!"

Toramaru recieved the ball and was about to kick it when something made him hesitate and instead he passed the ball back to a now surprised Yamino.

Then the whistle blew.

"And that's the end of the first half! The match we have today is a tight one with the score only being 1 All. The fight for a place in Japan's national team will continue after half-time!!!" Kakuma announced.

"Great job, guys. We just need to keep pushing the good work until the end of the game!"

Everyone in the team responded back to their captain enthusiastically except for one red head who rubbed the lower half of his back.

After scoring the goal that tied the game, Hiroto didn't expect EVERYONE to jump on him. The only one who gave him grace was Alex, who gave him a high five after Team A got off of him.

I don't know if I should try to score again after that. He chuckled to himself with a sweatdrop as he walked towards the field.

"Here you go Kabeyama."

Kabeyama beamed. "Oh, Megane! Are you a manager now?" He asked then chugged down the water.

His face scrunched, "Manager? Please, that stuff's for girls. I'm too smart to be a manager." He adjusted his glasses as they beamed under the sunlight. "I, Megane Kakeru, shall serve as the strategy advisor and support my brother in his undoubtedly successful efforts to team Japan!"

The dark green haired defender sighed in satisfaction and gave the bottle back. "Thanks for the water Megane!"

"Sure thing." He grinned... then his face fell as his junior walked away from him. "Hey, were you even listening to me?!" He yelled shaking the empty bottle violently. After realising Kabeyama wasn't listening, the brunette grumbled as he put the bottle away.

The girl tightened the sleeves of her tracksuit jacket wrapped around her waist, a troubled look on her face.

The first half is already finished... and I haven't done anything...

She thought back to the first half. How Kidou, Kazemaru and Gouenji wizzed right past all the midfielders and defenders after the kickoff. They didn't score thanks to Endou being the only one awake.

On the positive side, yes, she did collect a few rebounds before the other team got possession of the ball, but that was the bare minimum compared to the clean interceptions others were making. What she should have been making.

What can I do—

Her thoughts stopped at the presence of the Blizzard Striker staring at her side with a curious glint in his eyes. "Are those pineapples?" Fubuki asked.

"Yeah. Do you... do you want some?"

He flashed his signiture gentle smile, "Yes please. I've never had these before." He said before taking a small bite.

Her eyes widened, "Really?"

Fubuki hummed then paused his chewing, "Aren't you going to have one too?"

"Oh, right." She bit a piece of her own, her shoulders began relaxing.

I needed this.

"Um Alex..." Fubuki called. The teal-eyed boy stuck the tip of his tongue out, "my tongue's starting to tingle a bit. Is that a good sign?"

Alex's eyes widened as her shoulders tensed up, "N-nothing bad should happen. I must've not prepared them properly— I'm sorry!"

I was so sleepy last night I didn't properly make them!!!

I must've not cut them properly— Did...did I put salt?

Did I not leave it out long enough— Did I even notice if the pineapple was ripe enough?!

OH GOSH— OH GOSH— OH GOSH— OH—

Her racing thoughts paused when she heard the boy chuckle, "It's okay. Maybe I need a little kick," Fubuki said, then looked at the field. "I haven't really woken up yet."

He hasn't woken up...

All those tackles, the number of times he marked players from advancing into their side, his interceptions... He was being a better defender than the majority of the defenders.

And that's him... when he hasn't woken up?

The grey haired player swallowed the last bit of the pineapple piece, "These are really good! Do you always eat them during halftime?"

"Y-yeah! And sometimes before I compete." She chuckled nervously putting the container away. "They're kind of like my good luck charm."

"Well if it's your good luck charm, I shouldn't worry too much then." He smiled with a thumbs up.

"And just so you dim-witted co-ops know, I'm playing for myself only."

What a selfish little—

"Kidou,"

He snapped out of his head, "Yes Gouenji."

"Don't focus so much on him. You have a team to lead." The number 10 reminded, a hand placed comfortingly on Kidou's shoulder.

He nodded, letting out a deep breath. He stepped in front of the group making everyone pause what they were doing, "Team, I have a strategy."

"Kidou seems to be on a mission in these last few minutes of the game. He's cutting through the defence like a knife!"

"Are you done yet?"

"Nope."

Midorikawa stared with wide eyes as he watched the power of his Astro Break decrease from the ball.

"And Kabeyama blocks Midorikawa's shot!"

They weren't joking when they said he got stronger... What if I'm not—

"Don't give up yet Midorikawa, we still have 3 minutes left!"

He shook his head at Kidou's words, "Right!" Then raced to the ball as it was about to go out the corner. "Take it Yamino!"

Yamino recieved the ball, chesting it into the air. Dark energy began to surround him as he jumped into the air.

Tsunami was about to race down to block the shot when he spotted Gouenji and Kazemaru running down the pitch. His eyes widened.

Oh SHOOT— What if they're gonna do Honoo no Kazamidori WITH this guy's shot? I have to keep them out of it. The pink haired defender then looked behind him to the purple haired player staring at him with wide eyes, "Go for it, bro!"

He replied with a hesitant nod before running in front of the incoming ball.

Here goes nothing.

"Huh—"

Everyone froze in confusion, including Tobitaka himself as the ball landed softly in front of him.

Did...did I really just do that?

"And Team B is without a goal thanks to..." Kakuma squinted his eyes, staring at the field, "that Number 3 in Team A! It's almost time before this tense game comes to an end, and the representatives will be announced. The question is, WHO WILL MAKE THE TEAM?"

"Great job dude!" Tsunami praised giving Tobitaka a thumbs up while running down the pitch, "Now you gotta pass it over here!"

Tobitaka blinked out of his mini daze and kicked the ball.

However his pass wasn't accurate enough to connect and was intercepted.

Fudou's teeth gritted into a forced smirk as he landed. Then he dribbled past Tobitaka making his way towards the goal.

"You're not getting past!" Sakuma yelled and slid on the ground about to tackle him.

"Heh," Fudou backheeled the ball into the air as he jumped over Sakuma making his tackle unsuccessful. His mouth widened into an evil grin, "Too slow Cyclops."

But he didn't realise—

"Oh?"

"What the—"

Then, it was like time slowed down.

There, in the air her tracksuit jacket and hair blew with the small breeze while a concentrated look coloured her face.

"Did you see that! While mowhauk was busy mocking Sakuma below, he created a blindspot for the girl to get the ball above him."

"Yeah. That's a mistake a player makes when they get too cocky on the field. A rookie move."

The corners of her mouth rose ever so slightly. Her eyes shimmering.

His teeth gritted.

Oh FUCK NO.

Her eyelids closed before she then passed the ball.

And—

"GOAAAAAAL!!! Endou's team pulls through with a goal within the last few seconds!" The umpire's whistle blew. "And that's the end of game!!!"

"Hey. Where are you going? They're about to select the players."

"You can stay to watch. It's obvious who's going to be on the team, though."

"...It is?"

Seeing all the players drop to the ground due to exhaustion, the girl sat down and stared at the field.

Sixteen spots...

Her honey eyes glanced at both ends of the field, Endou taking off his gloves and Tachimukai resting against the goal post. The two goalies are in by default, that's 14 positions left.

Gouenji's, of course, going to make it. He was the first to score a goal and the only one who scored against Endou.

And Hiroto... His move was way more powerful compared to practice. That's another great forward.

He's great at dribbling. His move looked powerful, too, but he had to shoot against Kabeyama.

Even though he isn't very muscular, he's like a barrier. A great defender.

Kidou is so much more impressive in person. His dribbling, footwork... the ability to make or break the flow of the game...

And I can't forget him. Especially after the trap he made, he's way smarter than people want him to be, I think.

He did an amazing pass even when he lost balance after a tackle... and he doesn't even look tired.

He's strong.

He's very fast.

He was able to dribble past three people.

He's great at dribbling too.

He can read who the ball goes to next.

And Fubuki... Fubuki's just so good.

The white haired candidate pushed herself off the ground. She began rubbing her palms against her shorts as she made her way to edge of the field line.

Am I really talented enough... to play with players like them?

Hibiki stepped before the lined up teens with another man.

"Before we announce the results of the selection match, I'd like to introduce you all to the coach of the national team."

Said man stepped forward. "That's right, I will be the coach for the team: Kudou Michiya. Pleased to meet you all." He then looked down at his black book, "The following are on the team."

"What a way to cut straight to the chase—"

"Number 14, Team White." He called and there was a brief silence.

Then Kidou stepped forward, "Here sir."

"He's going based off our shirt numbers." Someone murmered in the bunch of players and everyone immediately twisted their heads to double (triple) check their numbers.

"Number 10, Team White."

Gouenji Shuuya stepped forward, "Yes sir."

"Number 10, Team Blue."

Fubuki Shirou

"Number 11, Team Blue."

Kiyama Hiroto

"Number 2, Team White. Number 4, Team White. Number 4, Team Blue."

Kazemaru Ichirouta, Kogure Yuuya, Tsunami Jousuke

"Number 5, Team White. Number 1, Team White. Number 10, Team White."

Hijikata Raiden, Tachimukai Yuuki, Midorikawa Ryuuji

"Number 8, Team White."

Fudou stepped forward with a smirk, "Here."

"Number 2, Team Blue."

"Yes sir."

Then his face fell as he watched the player— the girl who stole the ball from him step forward.

Alex Jones.

"Number 7, Team White. Number 3, Team Blue."

Utsunomiya Toramaru, Tobitaka Seiya

"Number 5, Team Blue."

Kabeyama Heigorou

"And finally, Number 1, Team Blue."

Endou Mamoru

"And that's it, our chosen 16."

Someoka's shoulders slugged as he sighed.

"Hey. Keep your head up, you've come far." Gouenji encouraged holding his fist out.

"We'll meet again Someoka, I'm sure of it!" Endou chimed in.

Someoka fistbumped Gouenji with a smile, "Thanks guys—."

"YOU SAID I DIDN'T HAVE TO WORRY!!!"

"I kno—"

"YOU SAID I WAS THE MAN KAKERU!!!"

He patted his wailing brother's shoulder. "You'll always be the man Kazuto."

"Hey,"

Kidou gulped the sudden heavy lump in his throat, "...Hey,"

Sakuma flashed a small smile, "Congrats, you really deserve it."

Kidou froze, not knowing how to respond to the compliment. He couldn't just say 'thanks' and move on. Their history became too complicated. He didn't want to make him feel like he wasn't enough, but at the same time, he didn't want to look like he pitied him, because he really didn't.

Everything's not like how it used to be after what happened.

His fists clenched, "I really think you should've—"

"It's okay Kidou, really." Sakuma said then looked at the audience. He was there too. The candidate smiled again, holding his hand out. "We'll be cheering you on."

The playmaker shook his hand, "Thanks, Sakuma."

Then they parted way again. Kidou sighed. He'll only be able to talk this out after the tournament now.

He straightened his posture as he made his way back to the group, Inazuma Japan.

"From this moment on, you are the representatives of our country. Those of you who were chosen, you all now bear the hopes and dreams of everyone who did not make it. Don't let their dreams go in vain."

"Yes sir!"

"This road will be long and hard. My job is to take you to the top, but you'll have to bring you're all into this. Are you all committed?"

"Yes sir!"

Alex heaved a sigh, her shoulders relaxing.

"I knew you'd make it, that was a really great pass." Fubuki complimented.

"Not compared to your sho—" She stopped herself with wide eyes when she saw Fubuki place a finger in front of his mouth.

"Don't remind them or else I'll end up like Hiroto." He whispered, a chill running down his spine at the thought of Kabeyama jumping on top of him.

I heard he weighs about 150kg...

Alex nodded pretending to zip her lips with an invisible zipper.

"I wouldn't have done it without you though! I'm sure it must've been the tingling." He playfully winked making the corners of her lips rise in heartwarming relief.

"Fubuki Shirou~ You scored a goal," Hiroto began with his bangs covering his eyes. "you know what that means, right everyone?" He asked looking upwards revealing a smirk everyone last saw on Gran.

It was only then that Fubuki realised Team A was closing in on him.

Fubuki stepped back onto his heel, ready to turn the opposite direction and run. He chuckled nervously, "Do you maybe have another slice of pineapple?"

"GET HIM!"

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mujhekyamaitosojaaungi · 11 months

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Kabhi mere saath koi raat guzaaaaarrrrr

Tujhe subah Tak maiiii Karu pyaarrrrrrrr

(me to all my book boyfriends 😭💗)

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evebookreviews · 11 months

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MY TBR

Love and other words

The book thief

As good as dead

It starts with us

The truth about heart break

Sixteen scandals

Me before you - Jojo moyes

Fool me twice

My fine fellow

Things we never got over

Counting down with you

Pride and prejudice

Great Gatsby

Flowers for algernon - Daniel Keyes

Red white and royal blue

99 percent mine

Circling back to you

No offense

Fix her up

You deserve each other

Mr wrong number

Dance of thieves

We can't keep meeting like this

Midnight library

Everything I never told you

Girl in peices

Before we were strangers

Meet me in another life

Five girls lied five girls died

Tell me lies- Novel

Empirium trilogy

Love letters to the dead

All the light we cannot see

Red queen

Anna and the French kiss

archer's voice

the stolen heir

the way I used to be

girl in peices

every last word

every summer after

happy place

Imagine me

the wedding date

if we were villains

the invisible life of Addie LaRue

ACOTAR series

I'll start reading them once I am done with my ACT this month :))

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......I mean......

Art by @courtofsketches

Please check their insta it is lit.

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Smash or pass (all my character cuz why not?)

"Two women, a priest and a government henchman... if that doesn't sound like a bar joke! Pass to each one of them. But got to admit that government guy is nice to look at. But a priest is a priest."

#{{meme×weekend #Jude Sinjin Freling #Ren Ryuuzaki #Archer Brooks #saoirse byrne

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Smash or pass (all my character cuz why not?)

"He's a priest. That's just blasphemous, no?! Pass." Of the remaining three, two were women. "Pass. I'm like men." That at least he knew. The last one had a nice smile, but still... "Pass. He's handsome though." Could also be an asshole for all he knew.

#{{meme×weekend #Saoirse Byrne #Jude Sinjin Freling #Archer Brooks #Ren Ryuuzaki

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Smash or pass (all my character cuz why not?)

"I'm a gay man. I must respectfully decline and pass." Women were beautiful to look at, but that was it. "If we go by looks only... a meh-smash." Jeong-in just didn't feel that kind of attraction easily toward people. But he was sure that he would have in a heartbeat had things been different.

#{{meme×weekend #Jude Sinjin Freling #saoirse byrne #Archer Brooks #Ren Ryuuzaki

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Chapter Fourteen: We Know Life Can Be A Battlefield, But We Won't Run and We Won't Yield

As Micaela's conscience grows more vocal, Frank and Lucy clash over the latter's offer to go into enemy territory.

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Stelle e ottone...Wonderful book!!!!

#stelle e ottone #stelle #jude archer #ambra #ismael #the hidden society #venice

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celtic-crossbow · 29 days

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Those Summer Nights, When I Look in Your Eyes

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Commonwealth (No France) Warnings: Sexual Situations; Vague Smut

Summary: Daryl's childhood had lacked so much and at the beginning of the turn, he had never known love beyond Merle's version of it. Now, he had it all and he would never let them wonder how much he cherished them.

A/N: For @louifaith, I hope this is close to what you imagined for our archer. 🩵 - Also, I have Daryl calling reader "pip" because someone suggested him nicknaming her "pipsqueak" in another story and it has just stuck with me. I was as vague as possible about reader’s age but let me be clear - she is above 18. I don’t write for huge age gaps. I don’t judge those that do and I do read them. I just do not write them but I have no control over where your mind takes you. Anyway, the song he hums is attached. ;)

Life was good.

For thirteen years, there had never been a point in time where Daryl had felt like he could say that and genuinely believe it. For an entire year, the Commonwealth had thrived. Not a single threat. The walls held. The governing unit was fair and compassionate. It really was like the old world.

But not for Daryl.

In the old world, he had been a drifter. A useless drifter walking in the shadow of his brother. No job, no friends, no purpose. And he had, at that time, liked it that way.

Not anymore.

Because now he had a job. He had friends. He had a family. He had a purpose. And he had everything he had lacked growing up. He had love, and not just Merle’s variation of it.

Carol had taken over Lance’s position when Ezekiel and Mercer had stepped up to govern. She had pulled Daryl aside and asked him if he wanted to stay in their reformed force, giving him the choice. His decision was to promptly decline. So they put their heads together to come up with something.

Daryl possessed many skills, most of them learned by doing throughout the years. He had one condition that he would not negotiate on, however.

Daryl’s time outside the walls was over.

He agreed to train hunters to take his place and conceded to three weeks on the road with volunteers that he left up to Carol’s choosing. There was more than enough trust between them for him to be comfortable with who she would deem worthy to provide for the community.

Then he was given the job of overseeing construction and structural upkeep, equipment maintenance, and of course, a seat in the governmental advisory council. He was nothing if not adaptable and took to his position quickly, finding that he liked it. He was respected and his suggestions for the good of the community were heard and considered.

If he chose to hunt or ride, it would be for leisure but he’d hardly needed it in the past year. Domestic life had tamed the inner need to hide or escape that had been ingrained throughout the years even before the turn.

Years ago, you had tumbled into his life. A hot mess that he had spent many a day battling the urge to absolutely throttle. You had a stubborn streak a mile wide that made his own nothing more than a small trail. He absolutely couldn’t stand you.

Funny thing, time.

Now you wore his ring and proudly carried his last name. You had wanted the ceremony, even if his proposal was lackluster. He had been seeking you out after the end of the Whisperers.

“Where’s Y/N?” At first no one answered. He barely parted his lips, intent on asking again with a little more well placed ardor when a woman he recognized as a former Hilltop resident spoke up. “I saw your wife! She’s over with the children!” He muttered his thanks and took a single step before you were finding him. “Daryl!” Your body collided with his, knocking the air from his lungs. His heartbeat lowered regardless, feeling you there in his arms, alive and breathing and whole. “I couldn’t see you in the herd. I was about to come find you but Jude, she made me promise to stay.” “M’here. An’ they’re gone” He tightened his arms around you and rested his cheek on the crown of your head. “So I’m your wife now, huh?” He felt the shift of your facial muscles against his chest, knew you were smiling. “What of it?” He grunted. “Ya wanna be?” He felt his heart skip a few beats when you lifted your head to smile at him, beaming and beautiful. “Of course, I do. Might as well be at this point. We sound like an old married couple.” Daryl snorted and then shrugged. “Then I guess we are.” “That simple?” “That simple.” When you grinned, he knew you would never let it be that simple.

You got your wedding, simple and intimate, with only the few remaining people that were closest to the two of you. When Gabriel said the words, you got your ring, too. Oh, the hell and herds Daryl had gone through to get them. Matching bands, camelot black titanium. Crafted to withstand the way the world was.

He was twisting the ring round and round as he walked home, tired from a full day’s work and more than ready for the weekend with his family: you, Jude, RJ, and his little River. His boy was nearly two years old, the spitting image of Daryl with a heaping dose of your attitude.

You were younger than Daryl, still at an age where pregnancy and giving birth was not considered risky beyond the state the world was in and the lack of some resources. It was horrifying yet the best news he’d ever heard in his self-proclaimed useless life.

River Merle came along right in the midst of the unease in the Commonwealth. When they had taken you and River along with Jude and RJ, it had required all the power Carol possessed to stop Daryl from losing his goddamn mind. He was prepared to rip out entrails with his bare hands and use them to strangle each and every trooper that stood between him and his wife and kids. It was not a good time to support Pamela.

It all worked out in the end when, bruised but alive, the people took back the Commonwealth.

And now, here he was. A husband. A father. A boss. A survivor.

Life. Was. Good.

“Ya home, Pip?” The words habitually rolled off his tongue the moment he opened the door and stepped inside. Jude and RJ were watching a movie, the elder looking over with a hey, Uncle Daryl before turning right back to the television. It was the weekend. No reason to bug them about homework.

“Where else would we be?” You called from the kitchen. Daryl unlaced his boots, was in the middle of pulling off the second one when you came out with River on your hip. “Someone’s cranky today.”

“I ain’t cranky.”

“I’m not talking about you but assuming I was says a lot.” You smiled softly, passing off the baby while simultaneously stealing a kiss. “Hi.”

“Hey.” He nearly melted, probably would have if you weren’t situating a small human right against his chest.

“Get a room.” Judith was rolling her eyes when Daryl shot her a harmless look.

River’s little arms went straight around his father’s neck, his little hiccups and sniffles muffled against Dary’s shirt. “S’wrong, lil’ man. Mama houndin’ ya over veggies like she does me an’ RJ?” River pulled back, rubbing his left eye with a chubby fist, looking at Daryl with a scowl that he knew very well adorned his own face more often than not. Even being so content with his life, he couldn’t seem to rid himself of what you called his resting bitch face.

“Daddy.” Was all the boy said before burying his face back into Daryl’s shirt.

“He had a nap?” Daryl was jostling his son as little as possible while ridding himself of his precious vest, tossing it over the back of ‘his’ chair at the dining table. His large hand covered a wide expanse of the small boy’s back when he rubbed soothing little circles, following you into the kitchen. You shook your head and took the lid off the pot on the stove. The scent of meat and herbs wafted toward Daryl and his mouth watered, but first thing was first.

“He wouldn’t go down. I think it’s a daddy day.” You smiled at the sauce but it wasn’t meant for the pasta topping at all. Daddy days were Daryl’s favorite. River wanted absolutely no one but him. The baby would fuss during meals, refuse to nap, and absolutely forget about bath and bedtime unless Daryl was there.

“I got ‘im then. See if I can get ‘im down for a bit.” Daryl was ducking and angling his head to catch River’s attention, finally earning a shy smile when blue met blue and the archer scrunched his nose and stuck out his tongue. Pressing a kiss into the mess of wavy hair, he noticed you standing with your back against the countertop, a certain type of smile on your face.

“What?”

“Nothing. You’re just sexy.”

“Pfft, stop.”

“We are so playing chess tonight.”

Daryl arched a brow. “Yeah?”

You nodded, your smile morphing into something else entirely; something sinful. “Oh, yeah.”

Dinner done, older kids in their rooms after teeth brushing and goodnight hugs, Daryl sat in the nursery with a sleepy River resting his head on his father’s shoulder while the chair gently rocked. The baby’s hair was only the least bit damp but he smelled of the lavender lotion that you always seemed to have near the changing table, instructing Daryl to use it after baths and before bed because it was calming.

Bathed and in a fresh diaper and pajamas, mini-Daryl was beginning to drift off while his father simply rubbed his back or kissed his cheek or even held a little hand just to count the fingers over and over. Soon enough there would be potty training and pre-school—Carol had said that was still a thing in the world now and yes, they had one in the Commonwealth—so for now, Daryl just wanted to soak it all up, take it all in.

River would likely be the only baby the two of you would have, so not a single second was being wasted or taken for granted. You kept a daily journal of simple things that some might find trivial but Daryl knew he’d be reading that journal often enough to wear the ink right off the pages. Sometimes, he missed things because of work, but in the end, that’s what happened when you were a parent, he supposed. His old man didn’t care about milestones or daddy days, and his mama wasn’t around for bath time or boo-boo kisses. River would have it all. And as long as they were his to care for, so would Judith and RJ. In fact, since the baby had Daryl, you were currently reading a story to Rick and Michonne’s son before bed.

Man, if Rick could see Daryl now. Would his brother even recognize him? God, would his brother even recognize him? He let his mind drift for a moment to Rick and Merle, just long enough to keep them close and then he was back to River, pressing a kiss to a chubby cheek.

You would always rock and sing to the little one but he didn’t need that from Daryl. There was just something about their bond that didn’t require words and hardly even movement. It had been that way since the moment you had pushed him into the world. He had cried, red-faced and angry and cold while Tomi leaned to put him onto your chest. You had your time with him, cuddling and nursing, his little sounds still expressing his discontentment with the change from your warm womb to a loud, bright world.

They had Daryl take off his shirt, which he didn’t understand until you explained better than any doctor or nurse could. The moment River was pressed against his skin, the connection was apparent to anyone who saw. The baby went silent, wide eyes mirroring the ones Daryl himself had. He had felt guilty for the longest time that River wanted you to feed him and then he wanted his daddy back immediately. He still had his mommy days and you said that was enough.

You were always supportive, never angry or jealous. You’d share the moments with him while he enjoyed them with you.

It was all what he’d never had, so he’d make sure River, Judith, and RJ never went without it.

His eyes were slow to open, squinting at the traitorous window that dared let the morning rays creep across the bed and to his pillow. It took a few sluggish blinks to remember what day it was and that he was free to go back to sleep until River required either you or him. With a deep breath, he stretched his arms above his head and looked at you, still wrapped around him with your head on his chest. Naked. Still so very, very naked.

He was barely in the bedroom door before you were pushing him against it, almost catching his fingers when he attempted to mute the sound of it closing at his back. You had his shirt unbuttoned and your mouth on his before he could even take a breath. “I told you,” you panted against his lips, “we’re playing chess tonight.” Daryl grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you easily, spinning you to press you against the door. “Goddamn right, we are.” The first round was a frenzied bout of moaning and skin slapping skin, hands covering mouths to keep the noise down. Your nails had left gouges on Daryl’s ass and back, clawing at him for more. You weren’t unscathed. A bruise was blooming on the curve of your right breast, a perfect black and purple bite he had inflicted at some point. It ended with you lying across Daryl’s torso while he was flat on his back with the pillow halfway over his face. Panting and sweating while the sheet covered neither of you where it mattered. Why it was anywhere near either of you was anyone’s guess. The second time was slower, every second savored. Your fingertips memorizing his face while his hips rolled into you, back arching to push himself deeper. His lips were on your forehead, your eyelids, your cheeks and mouth. His fingers danced down your ribcage and back up to your breasts, gentle caresses while he pressed his lips over the mark he’d left earlier. You didn’t have to try hard to roll him over. He went willingly, his hands going straight for your hips. You let your fingers roam his chest and stomach. His scars were yours to explore, he’d given that power over to you long ago. The marks no longer held him prisoner after you’d shown him how to be free. You were incredibly attracted to the way his body had softened with age and he worshiped each wrinkle and stretch mark that time and pregnancy had gifted you. You loved each other wholly, without condition.

And you laid where you had collapsed, goosebumps on your skin from the cool morning air. Daryl didn’t want to go back to sleep, so he laid there, watching you and just enjoying the silence with the knowledge that his family was safe. That you had survived together and built something so precious.

When River began to fuss, it was Daryl that slipped out of bed and left you to rest a bit longer. He had no qualms with being the one to get up earlier to take care of the baby.

The weekend went by fast, as it often did. Sunday night, he found himself sitting on the couch after the kids were all asleep. He had helped clean up after dinner and was contently watching you pick up toys and fold laundry. He didn’t step in to help because he had no intention of allowing you to continue for long.

“What?” You finally inquired, obviously catching him staring.

“Nothin’.” He smirked, huffing a laugh that came out as an exhale through his nose. You were still regarding him when he stood and beckoned you with a finger. “C’mere.” Your pretty eyes narrowed but you placed the unfolded towel on the top of the pile in the basket and stepped into his space. Daryl wasn’t romantic, truly believed he didn’t have it in him to be anything near it. Still, when he guided your arms to his shoulders and lowered his hands to your hips, he watched you melt.

“There’s no music, Daryl.”

“Don’t need it.” He shrugged, just swaying back and forth with you, pulling you closer until you rested your head against his chest.

“The formidable Daryl Dixon is dancing with me when there’s no music playing. This’ll make the papers. It’ll be the headline.”

“Stop.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss into your hair. He was smiling when you sighed, somehow pressing yourself closer to him. You didn’t react at first when he started to hum, whether you were in shock or just relishing the moment. Maybe both. You let him continue.

It was an old tune, one from a favorite album released more than a decade before the first walker rose from the dead. The tune was slow and deep, his chest vibrating with every drone. Finally, you pulled back just enough to look up at him, the corners of your mouth perked.

“What is that?”

“How dare ya! S’Ozzy, woman.” He feigned offense but was tenderly tucking your hair behind your ears.

“I’ve never heard it.”

Daryl scowled playfully before scrunching his nose. “Remind me why I married ya?” You wrapped yourself around him and with the fondest smile he had ever let cross his face, he held you tighter.

“Because you love me.”

“Yeah.” He breathed. “Yeah, I do.”

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You’ll always be important to me

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • When you and Daryl started your own little family, Judith thought that meant everything was changing. But she will always be a part of their family • ANGST/SFW • TW: Pregnancy & Birth Mentioned / Anxiety / Sleep Deprivation / Minor Injuries • Commonwealth canon re-written

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“Run that back?”

“I’m pregnant, D…”

Daryl looks at his wife a bit taken back by what she said. The silence ate Y/N alive when he didn’t say anything in response after she stated supposedly good news a second time.

Then she was suddenly brought into his embrace feeling the archer tighten his grasp on her carefully.

“We’re gonna be parents…holy shit. We’re havin’ a baby” Daryl lets out a chuckle as he held her close feeling her latch onto him.

“Our family is getting bigger…”

“She’s having a baby?” Judith questions once more to Daryl watching the man nod as she gave him a blank stare followed by silence.

Before he could even question what could be going on in that mind of hers, the young Grimes went in for a hug that he happily returned.

“You and Y/N are going to be great parents”

They kind of…already were because the two took in the Grimes kids when Michonne left on this unknown journey that only Judith knew was to find Rick. Daryl was always Rick and Michonne’s first option when it came to taking their kids in any way. Judith has always been the archer’s adoptive daughter in a way that everyone knew, and Y/N has told him every time they just thought about having kids of their own that he will be great because Judith was his first kid.

She always will be

Even when she has her doubts

The first two months into pregnancy were a bit stressful because Alexandria had just suffered a herd going through it and the news of this new community surfaced. Which lead to a possible ally ship that Eugene, Ezekiel, and Yumiko were being the voices for Alexandria to acquire such. Of course Carol will help in her own way to make sure this community wasn’t going to stab them in the back in any way, but for now their promise of helping Alexandria rebuild itself sounded promising. They even offered housing in their community for those who wanted it until their community is rebuilt. As long as they did their part.

Which is only fair. But it wasn’t going to be easy to try and convince an already anxious person to move into unknown territory.

“No”

“But Y/N—-“

“I’m pregnant! It’s an unknown community! My brother is here, my family is here, why would you—-“

“Jude and RJ are comin’ with us. And Aaron will visit but he’s takin’ lead from the Alexandria’s side on the rebuild”

“Why can’t we help—-“

“Because you’re pregnant and Commonwealth has the resources”

“Resources?! We have—-“

“NOT IF SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS TO YEA!” Daryl yells, which was met with instant regret given the flinch that he drew out of his wife. “I’m sorry…I’m really sorry for snappin’. I just. I can’t lose you…I can’t. Lose. You.” He tried his best to contain his anxiety that was picking at him to get him to sob as Y/N brought herself close bringing her arms around his middle.

“Daryl…Nothin’ bad is gonna happen to me. Or our baby. Or our kids…we’ll be safe…”

“Please Y/N…we don’t have to live there forever. Just until Alexandria is rebuilt…Aaron will come and get us when it’s done.”

Y/N held her husband while all his anxiety continued to radiate off him as she rests her chin on his chest looking up at him.

“Okay”

“Okay?”

“Yes…but I’m not raising our baby in the Commonwealth. Once we are both fit, and Alexandria is back in working order…we come home”

“I promise, sunshine” Daryl presses a kiss to her forehead before her cheek ending with one on her lips. But he wasn’t letting go of her anytime soon. “Yea think they’d try anythin’?”

“I trust our people who found the community when they say to put some trust in this place. But I’m just. If something were to happen, Carol won’t leave us in the dark. None of them would”

“I’ll burn the place down if anythin’ happens to my family”

His wife laughs to such even if it were true that the archer would do such if it came to that. But thankfully, the entrance into this new community wasn’t too bad and that they would be updated occasionally on the rebuild by Y/N’s brother Aaron.

Their temp apartment was a bit small, but once Daryl finished training they put the family of five (including Dog) into a bigger place. One where Judith and RJ shared the other room and the adults obviously got their own.

“I look ridiculous”

“I think…as long as it protects my strong handsome husband from walkers…I think you’ll look fine” Y/N smiles waiting for Daryl to step out of the bathroom in his armor while she waited, Judith came in in the new dress she picked out when getting clothing for school. “Oh my god. You look beautiful! Come here look in the mirror!” She got up from the bed directing Judith into the full body mirror smiling even more when the young child started to smile.

“You think I’ll make friends?”

“Of course I do! You are a wonderful, smart, creative young woman that who wouldn’t be your friend?” Y/N smiles holding Judith close as she held her arms until she felt safe to let go or at least until Daryl stepped out in his armor.

“I really feel ridiculous” Daryl states joining the two in the mirror watching them both look at him. “What? You agree?”

“You look like a stormtrooper”

“What’s a stormtrooper?” Judith questions making Y/N laugh to herself forgetting she was born in the apocalypse.

“It’s what Uncle Daryl is. But Uncle Daryl is on the good side while stormtroopers were bad guys”

“Yknow. There’s a rental video place. I bet yea they’ve got Star Wars…Aunt Carol has a TV”

“I swear. This is a rare sighting, Daryl actually offering to watch Star Wars” Y/N elbows the man while letting go of Judith a moment.

“Never said I’m watchin’. Y’all can watch it with Carol”

“Sounds good. Carol is a better cuddle partner anyway” Y/N playfully jokes resulting in a glare and a scoff from the archer.

“Nah. You and I only cuddle”

“Jealous aren’t we Uncle Daryl?” Judith giggles a bit before leaving the two to make sure her brother was ready to go. Daryl felt the embarrassment upon admitting such bring the heat to the tips of his ears.

The woman laughs herself before bringing her husband in the mirror with her holding him from the side. He wrapped his arm around her bringing his lips to her temple.

“Wanna see something amazing before you take the kids to school?”

Daryl felt her pull away he always hated that feeling and watched her pull her sweater back enough to show that she popped.

“Now how the fuck am I supposed to go to work and focus when that’s gonna be on my mind all day” Daryl instantly brought Y/N close listening to her giggle as he gently rests his hand on her bump.

“You make it look like nothing”

“It’s somethin’, sunshine” Daryl smiles bringing her back into his embrace as she kept her face away from the armor not liking the new plastic smell.

This was nice. Experiencing the good domestic life…something people since the outbreak happened have longed for. The kids were enjoying school, Daryl was slowly rising in his job resulting in his family moving at least two more times in the new place, and given all the medical resources Y/N was healthy and so was their baby girl. Carol did more research and learned that the community did have an intense leader type before they joined and she was taken down by her own assistant who now helps run more of a council system like what they had at Alexandria. So the overwhelming anxiety about their safety lessened but it was still there.

“You’ve been put on bedrest for a reason”

“Did Daryl tell you to come here and just to tell me that?” Y/N scoffs letting Carol into their place.

“I don’t think you should be questioning when you’re not listening to doctor’s orders”

“Daryl left early and forgot to make lunches for the kids…so I had to. All I remember him telling me was you were going to take the kids…now you’re back”

“Cuz well he told me to keep an eye on yea and make sure you were in bed”

Y/N started to ignore her as she tiredly sits on the couch resting her hands on her belly. Carol brought herself in the kitchen to grab Y/N a glass of water before noticing the letters on the counter from Aaron. They weren’t anything bad, just what was promised of him to update her on Alexandria. And updates on Gracie, Maggie and Hershel adjusting,…their family back home. She was getting homesick and didn’t tell Daryl about it because of how great this place is and how he at least wants the baby to be delivered in a place built for it because Commonwealth did have a hospital. She’s just been keeping a lot of her feelings to herself which led to her stressing and the OB telling her to stay in bed.

“You know once the baby is here we get to go home” Carol assures her as she hands the glass while sitting beside her friend. “Once you two are strong enough, we’ll pack up and head home. I know Aaron will be excited to meet his niece”

The silence was killer and Carol couldn’t help but sense there was much more to it.

“Y/N…I won’t tell Daryl anythin’ you don’t want me to” and that prompted Y/N to finally make eye contact with her before quickly looking away. “Hun…”

“I don’t…I don’t want our kids feeling like, we don’t care about them when she comes. I…I know she’s going to be a priority but I’m just worried…”

“Y/N…Judith and RJ are so loved by you and Daryl. It would take killing the both of you to stop such. Even then I doubt you’ll ever stop. You’re bringing a baby into the world. They know it’ll take time to go back to the old routine. But even then, you love so much and I mean so fucking much. They’ll never forget it”

When the baby finally came, Carol brought the kids to meet her once it was okay to do so. And of course Daryl was hogging their baby because when the three entered the room also being greeted by Ezekiel, they noticed Daryl protectively holding his baby.

“I swear D. Has your wife, aka the baby’s mother, even got a chance to hold her?”

“Yeah” Daryl scoffs. “When she came out” he adds and that led to a bit of laughter to fill the room as he brought himself over to Judith and RJ kneeling before them to show the little girl sleeping peacefully in his embrace.

“She’s tiny” RJ comments as he looks at the child shocked on how the fuck this little human came into the world.

“What’s her name?”

“Robin” Y/N tiredly replies from the bed as Carol approaches her side smiling and brushing the loose hairs out of her face.

“You did good, mama” Carol smiles sitting with Y/N on her bed watching the display of Daryl with all three kids. “They’re going to be inseparable”

Robin Dixon was SWARMED when they finally returned to Alexandria. For Daryl’s anxiety, they waited for her to be a month old before moving back. Maggie and Aaron instantly went toward the child, as Aaron took said child from Daryl and before he could even try and get his daughter back Maggie cut between them.

“It’s our time with the newest addition”

“But—-“

“No buts! You took my sister away for almost a year and now I’m making up for that time with my niece”

“You’re gonna take my kid for almost a year?!”

“No! An hour at most” Aaron scoffs followed by a smirk as he knelt down to show his kid her cousin while Maggie showed Hershel their new family member.

Y/N felt overwhelmed with joy, fear, anxiety…all kinds of things. But she was happy to be home…even if some part of her fear was triggered by worry. Especially when she noticed Judith try and get Daryl’s attention when it’s so focused on this little baby. His baby.

Hours passed…the Dixons and Grimes were back in their house putting everything away and Y/N was thankful for the nursery being finished when they arrived. By help of Maggie. As Daryl started to get Robin to calm down to sleep, Y/N went to check on the Grimes kids. Finding RJ already passed out in his own bed, leaving her to check on Judith who sat on her bed looking at Carl’s hat in her hands.

“You happy to be in your old room again?” Y/N smiles leaning against the door when she noticed a few tears in the young girl’s eyes. “Hey…” her smile faded as she brought herself in closing the door not all the way before sitting beside Judith. “Love, what’s wrong?”

“I miss my mom…my dad…Carl…” Judith sniffled as she carefully hugged the hat while Y/N wrapped her arm around her shoulder. “I know change is normal and all…but I just. It’s been a month already and I feel like I’m just going to be forgotten about”

New baby. New environment. Y/N was still in that weird haze of unwelcome emotions do to hormones as she brought Judith close resting her head on top of hers.

“No one is going to forget you. You are very important to a lot of us. You are so loved and you are a huge part of why a lot of us got together. You are a big piece in our family, Jude”

“Then…wh…”

“Hm? What is it?”

“I know she’s bright and shiny, and his blood…but I just. Don’t think I’m that important to Uncle Daryl anymore”

Right before Y/N can assure her of anything, the door pushed open finding a semi tired RJ that was eavesdropping but also the archer standing behind him. The display made both girls think that RJ heard Judith was in distress in some way that she needed an adult. Which was the truth but he was looking for Y/N first, and found Daryl.

Now they’re here and Daryl felt awful hearing such as he enters with RJ who instantly sprinted to Y/N when he started making his way in.

“You are very important to me, Jude.” Daryl brought himself to sit on the opposite side of her as all of them were on the bed now. “Yeah, I’ve got a baby now…but in a sense, she’s not my first kid. I helped raise yea. Took care of yea. Made sure you had some sense of a childhood in this hell of a world…and did my best not to let you feel an ounce of abandonment when Michonne left. Same for RJ. Yeah…your mom will come back after she finds whatever she went out there for. But you’ll always be my kid”

Judith couldn’t contain the tears anymore as she sobbed into Daryl when he brought her into his embrace. He held her protectively…the same feeling…

Like when he first held her

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catnteawrites · 11 months

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Braiding Daryl’s hair

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Warnings: none Word count: 0.6k . A/N: Sooo, this one took me was longer than I wanted it to because I was kind of busy and probably will be in the following week. Still, enjoy the fluffff <3

After finally getting comfortable around you, Daryl felt like the luckiest guy alive. He had someone to come back to after hunts; he had someone to share a house with in Alexandria; he had someone who loved him.

And in this moment, it was chewing on his ass.

You were babysitting little Judith while Rick had to handle something when Daryl came back from working on his bike in the garage. It had been a pretty relaxed day so far, and you were doing the little girl's hair while he ate and talked with the both of you.

The next thing he knows, he's seated on the couch in your living room, with you sitting on your knees and the little girl next to you handing you colourful ribbons and bows while instructing you where to use them on his head.

"I look ridiculous," he grumbled, looking at the small mirror the child handed him. You smirked, running your hands through his hair and twisting it into braids.

"Really? Jude, do you think he looks ridiculous?" You asked the tiny human being

"No! Do you really not like it?" She asked the archer with a disappointed pout, knowing exactly how to play him like a fiddle.

"S fine.." He said not wanting to hurt the child's feelings while you chuckled behind him and secretly winked at her. You loved how he, the man everyone in Alexandria was scared and sceptical of at first, was being so soft and caring towards children.

Daryl was finally relaxing, focusing on the comforting movements of your fingers in his hair instead of the unicorn-shit-looking situation on top of his head. His girls were happy, and he was happy.

Until…

"Hey Y/N, I came to pick up Ju-" In that moment, when Rick walked into the room, gasping at his best friend before he burst out laughing, Daryl would rather have been walker bait. He felt heat engulf him from head to toe, and he scowled.

"Got somethin to say?" He challenged him, glaring at his friend.

"The colour makes your eyes pop," Rick said as he ducked to evade the flying pillow.

…

"Thanks again for watching her, Y/N."

"Any time!" You hugged the girl goodbye. "Good night, guys!"

"Good night, auntie Y/N, uncle Daryl!" You closed the door and turned to a pissed Daryl.

"Now I definitely didn’t need tha today," he scoffed while wrestling with a bow. You returned to the sofa and sat beside him, placing your chin on his right shoulder and your right hand on his upper arm.

"And yet you sat there all because a little girl asked you too. Is it possible that Daryl Dixon is just a huge softie?" You teased him before he turned around, grabbed you by the waist, and brought you in front of him.

"Ya better stop calling me soft woman." He put his forehead against yours, glancing at your lips, then looking back at your eyes with a tiny smirk forming.

"You trying to threaten me with all those bows and ribbons in your hair is the equivalent of an angry kitten, Dixon. A-D-O-R-A-B-L-E." You said it in a quiet tone, bringing your lips closer to his.

"Don’t test me, sunshine." He finally pressed his lips against yours in a soft kiss. He wasn’t a fan of getting his hair braided, but hell, he definitely wasn’t going to miss out on moments like these because of it. "Now take this crap out before I have to start killin witnesses."

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