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of-many-fandomss · 1 year

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A child asking Daryl a lot of questions about his relationship with the reader and basically he gets all flustered?

Ugh I love Daryl with all my heart

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At the feeling of a tug on his pants, Daryl turned his head downwards, blinking at the culprit.

It was a new child that had just been brought into the prison by you, who found her while out on a run with the rest of her family not too long ago. What her name was, the man had no idea, but she looked familiar enough for him to simply raise an eyebrow in question.

She blinked up at him with eyes wide enough to make him uneasy and asked where you were in that little high pitched voice of hers.

“She’s out, on a run, kid,” The man grunted.

“Do you love her?” The question was so innocently- yet bluntly- asked.

Daryl sputtered, eyes widening as he stared down at the young girl, “I-wha’?”

“Do you love her?” The young girl asked impatiently, tugging on his pants again as if it would make the man answer faster.

“Why do ya wanna know?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Is she your girlfriend?” The girl continued, voice growing more and more irritable in Daryl’s ears by the second.

“Why didn’ ya start with that question?” He asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes, already feeling a headache coming on from her presence alone, “‘Course she’s my damn girlfriend.”

“Do you-“ She cut herself off with her own giggles, body shaking as she laughed, “Do you kiss?”

Daryl’s eyes were practically bulging out of his head that was quickly whipping from side to side, “Where the hell are yer parents?”

She gasped dramatically before jumping up and down excitedly, “How about hands? Do you hold hands?”

“Aren’ ya a bit young to be askin’ these kinds of questions?” He began tapping his foot impatiently when he saw that nobody else was in sight to come save him from his torment.

“Why do you love her?”

God, this kid never shut up. It was just question after question with her.

“‘Cause she’s perfect.” Daryl snapped without so much as a split seconds worth of hesitation, tone insinuating that her question was one formed of complete idiocy.

“Are you gonna marry her?”

“Kid, I swear to god-“ The redneck growled, only to be cut off by your voice, the lady of the hour.

“Daryl!” You called happily, jogging over and throwing your arms around his neck, hugging him briefly before pulling away.

He leaned forward to give you a kiss, but you maneuvered at the last second so that his lips softly brushed against your cheek when you realized that you had a young one present.

You smiled at the young girl and dropped down into a crouch at her level, ignoring the way Daryl began mumbling incoherently under his breath and crossing his arms over his chest as he sulked over the fact that you didn’t kiss him.

“Hey there, sweetheart.” You greeted kindly, “How’s it going?”

“Do you two cuddle?” She blurted out, staring up at you expectantly.

You bit back a laugh at her words, but still let a larger smile slip onto your face, “And why do you wanna know?” You asked teasingly, poking her stomach lightly.

“Cause I wanna know if you love each other,” She said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Daryl swiped at his nose , shifting back and forth on his feet, “‘Course we love each other!” He snapped lowly, causing you to rise to your feet and smack his chest with the back of your hand in a silent warning to be nice.

“We do love each other,” You told her a lot more kindly than your boyfriend had.

For the first time since approaching Daryl, she was silent for a whole minute before nodding her head once and turning on her heel, skipping away from the two of you.

You chuckled after her, “She was adorable.” You commented.

He scoffed, “Oh, is that what we’re calling it?”

Ignoring his comment, you turned so your chests were touching and you began playing with his collar, “So, you love me, huh?” You teased.

He groaned deeply, draping his arms over your waist and pulling you impossibly closer, “Ya know I do.” He whispered, breath fanning over your face.

You smiled, “Yeah, I do.”

It was hard to tell which one of you closed the distance between the two of you first.

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junekicks · 11 months

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that sullen girl ♱ rick grimes

Rick knows you’re younger. You’ve got at least 13 years on him. And maybe in a life before that double digit number would’ve stopped him and he would’ve dragged his mind elsewhere. Stuck to what was “right”.

But he’s lost too damn much in the last few years to overthink this. He cares about you. It’s as simple as that. He wants you to be okay. Always.

And Alexandria is new territory. It’s terrifying how perfect it is here. An untouched world.

Rick knows a majority of his group is settling in, grateful to have a safe roof and walls around them. He’s glad his kids are safe.

Rick also knows you’re one of the ones still skeptical of where you guys are trying to take home in. Like Daryl.

Though, you’ve taken a shower.

Everyone in the group seems to have connections to an olden life, you don’t fall under that. Your younger kid sister closed her eyes for the final time a few months ago, Rick guesses. He knows it feels longer.

You’ve gotten quiet since then. He doesn’t blame you, the same damn thing happened to him after Lori—his reaction was a bit worse though.

He just doesn’t want you to lose yourself. You’ve got a good self. You keep him well.

Though, he can’t find you. It’s making him a little nervous, though, he tries not to show it.

He goes walking for awhile before he does find you, it’s a mistake when he does. Your hair a flash in his peripheral. He paused his walk and see’s you fully.

You’re with the graves.

You’re bent at the knees, all your weight resting on your balancing feet. You’re before your sister’s grave. A few flowers under the wooden pallet with her name craved into it.

Rick knows there’s not anything under that grass, six feet under. He knows it bothers you, even if you don’t say anything. He knows them having to bury your sister in the middle of nowhere under a large tree months ago bothers you too, even if you don’t say it.

He’s gotten good at reading you.

He walks over slowly, hands shoving in the pockets on his jeans. You hear him before you see him. “Hi, Rick.” You say gently, you seem to know him as well as he does with you. You know his steps, he hasn’t gotten there with you—yet.

He smiles small, it’s almost like a frown. “Hi, sweetheart.” His voice is deep and soft, softer than it normally is. He only talks to you like that, and Judith.

He sees you shift a little, like you’re getting up. He pushes a hand out for you and you take it without a second wasted. “You alright?” He asks gently. He can see the color draining from your eyes with each day passing. You get more tired. More like sludge under his palms. You aren’t sure how to move on. He wishes he could take your pain, though, he knows you’d never let him have it. He’s had more than you, you know he has, even if he wouldn’t agree. We’ve all lost something, he’d say. He’s right, but still. No one’s lost like Rick.. Nor what he’s done to stop from losing more.

You nod, your eyes on your sister’s name and your hand still in Rick’s. “Yeah. I’m okay. Just wanted to say hi to her, I guess..” Your voice fades off and your shoulders sink. He can see you roll your eyes at yourself. He hates when you’re cruel to yourself. You need to give you more credit.

Rick frowns gently. He squeezes your hand before letting it go, and his arm slips over your shoulders instead. His fingers mess gently with the ends of your hair, it’s gotten longer since he’s met you. It’s been years.

You sigh and lean into him, “sorry I disappeared. Should’ve told you I was heading out.” You know him too damn well. His worries. His fears.

Yeah, he feels good in Alexandria, but old habits never die.

He hums, pulling you even closer, if possible. His eyes are on your sister’s name. “Don’t apologize. I get it.”

You hum gently and finally look away from your sister’s empty grave. Your arms weave around Rick’s waist and you push your face softly into his side. His chin leans down on the crown of your head. He feels you hold onto him tighter.

“Things are okay, right?” You whisper into his clothed skin.

They are, for now at least.

He nods against your head, his other arm wrapping around you. “Yeah,” he says soft and quiet. “Everything’s alright, baby.”

He kisses your head. You squeeze him even tighter, makes his lungs feel like they’re going to pop with admiration.

You’re a strong sullen girl, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

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collecting-stories · 21 days

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I just imagine nuzzling into rick grimes’ s neck after a long day and him just stroking my hair.

Birch - Rick Grimes

Summary: just some escapism featuring Rick being soft and dreamy.

A/N: Thanks for being so super patient. I know this was requested eons ago and I so apologize. Feels like life is knocking me around a lot lately and I haven't gotten to write like I want to.

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✰ so I cannot leave, yes, I must here stay ✰

There was no sure way to determine exactly what hour of the day it was, probably mid-evening given the warmer temperature and the just setting sun. If daylights savings still existed and the sun was still setting at the time that it used to before the entire world fell apart then you had to wager a guess that it was sometime close to 7pm...maybe 7:30pm even. You had stayed on Eastern Standard Time, not that stuff like that even mattered anymore. Really the only thing you could be certain of was the ache in your joints and muscles and the fact that the sun was setting. Blue hour was upon you.

Alexandria still felt relatively new, even after the few months that you'd been living inside the walls, but you had already gotten used to the possibility of a shower after a long day. It was impossible to tell accurate time and you made do waking up with the sun and trying your hardest to go to bed with it too, unless you found yourself the unlucky candidate for night watch. Tonight you had no responsibilities once you crossed the threshold into your house though, just a shower and food and sleep. You had planned it in that order but the moment you turned off the water and changed into clean clothes you were collapsing on the bed, your body sinking into the soft surface. You were halfway to being completely out of it when you felt the bed sink down behind you and you shifted onto your other side, coming face to face with Rick.

"Well if this isn't the best sight in the world," you mumbled, moving in as close as possible, pressing a kiss on the underside of his chin.

"I asked Carl where you were when you weren't at dinner, he said you came up to shower."

"Hoping to catch me in a compromising position?" You teased though you were only half-aware of what you were even saying, still far too tired to be completely awake.

"Oh most definitely," Rick laughed and you could feel the sensation of it. "You doing okay?"

"Just tired," you replied, nuzzling further into his neck, bread tickling your skin, as he ran a hand up and down your back soothingly. "You got stuff to do?"

Rick hummed in response. You couldn't see his face, but judging by the way that his hand had slowed its monotonous movements and his breathing was starting to even out you were certain that his eyes were closed and he was on the way to sleep. He mumbled something, too indiscernible in both your tired states for either of you to be confident in what it was.

"What?" You chanced asking, lifting your head just enough to see the underside of his chin, beard thick now that it had grown back in.

"Got dinner," he managed, eyes still closed, "downstairs."

"We should get up then?" You asked, slowly coming back to the living.

He hummed again, shaking his head just slightly, enough to let you know that he disagreed with that suggestion. This was the first time in two days that he'd even managed to lie down in bed. Lately he'd been falling asleep sitting up on the couch and then staying up for watch or because Judith was restless or any number of other reasons that drew his attention away from the bed in the upstairs bedroom that the two of you shared.

"Rick," you whispered, kissing his jawline as gently as possible, reluctant to really wake him unless he wanted to be woken up.

"I'm getting up," he promised, though he made no move to actually get up.

"I can see that."

"I am, just give me like, five more minutes of this," Rick replied.

You tucked yourself back into his side, closing your eyes against the fading sunlight coming through the window. No doubt someone would be coming upstairs, knocking on the door and disturbing your peace soon; there was always something that someone needed Rick for. But at least for five minutes (or just right now) you could pretend like all that didn't exist and it was just the two of you.

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princekeerys · 2 months

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Can we get some real gentle Carl x reader for the soul? 🥺

I need me some shy pda with real lovey dovey shit in private. Like he'll hold your hand and give you the occasional forehead kiss in public when thinks there aren't too many people watching, then after a long day and yall get home, just before you go to bed you get a real slow gentle makeout sesh with gentle touches like hand on the cheek or neck, holding your waist and pulling you onto his lap and into his chest because he just can't get you close enough and aaarrrghhh 😭❤❤❤❤

And then when yall decide it's time to get some sleep, he gives you the sweetest kisses on the forehead and cheeks, and then holds you close to fall asleep (don't mind me being utterly in love with this boy)

this was a request that i posted earlier but then deleted cuz i felt sad and. Yeah

💌

please this is the cutest thing i’ve ever read ))):

beings as it’s the apocalypse and he’s never really had any experience in the romance department, i picture he’d be incredibly shy about pda but he’d also be clingy. perhaps he’s too nervous to give you kisses of any sort, but he’ll hold your hand!!!! wrap is arm around your waist!!!! the odd time he’ll even put his arm around your shoulders and bring you a lil closer to him (hip-to-hip pfft) because in his mind your wayyyy too far from him and he misses you.

but when you guys finally get alone time away from helping out in alexandria, homeboy is all over you and it feels. So Nice. he’s peppering your face in tiny kisses, giving you the compliments he’s too shy to say in front of anyone else, holding you comfortingly in his arms

in my mind carl grimes is just the apocalyptic version of peter parker 🍓🦋💗💗🧚‍♀️💐

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enid-rhees · 4 months

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Hii, could you mabye write one with Michonne where she found you in some abonded store? Where you're kind of hiding yourself with the corpses? If not thwt's fine :)

you’re okay || michonne x fem!reader

warnings: angst if u squint

a/n: thank you so much for your request, anon! i hope you, and everyone else enjoys :D !! 🫶🏻

“Michonne, you go look through that store, i’ll take this one.” Rick instructed, pointing over to the store across the street. he then pointed to the one he’d be going into.

she nodded and reached behind her to take her katana off of her back, and held it in front of her as she started to make her way towards the store. there was one walker stumbling across the lot. when it noticed her and started to slowly walk over to her, Michonne effortlessly used her katana to slice his head off.

when he fell to the ground, she realized there were practically piles of dead walkers surrounding her. someone else was here. with that new knowledge, she was more careful when she walked into the store, keeping her katana at the ready.

the store was quiet, the only sounds you could hear were the buzzing flies that swarmed walkers and Michonne’s soft breathing. she began to walk around the store, taking anything that might be useful for Hilltop or Alexandria.

the walkie in her pocket began to release static sounds, and then Rick’s voice came through. “have you found anything?” Michonne reached for it and held it up to her lips, “a few scraps of food. still looking. you?”

“nothing yet. i’ll let you-“ Michonne suddenly heard shuffling somewhere near her, and she took her attention away from Rick. she debated on telling him what she heard, but instead chose to deal with it on her own. “okay. just let me know.” she said into the walkie, putting it back in her pocket.

she rose her katana in her hands and began to walk towards the room where she heard the noise. when she finally walked all the way into the room, a girl sat in the corner of it. she was covered in blood, and surrounded by more piles of walkers. she put her hands up the sight of the katana. her hands were shaking.

“please- don’t hurt me!” she cried out. “i-i promise i was just hiding. please… don’t hurt me.” Michonne looked at her with furrowed eyebrows for a few seconds, and then put the katana down. she then slowly kneeled down on the ground. Michonne reached out her hand, “you’re okay. i won’t hurt you… i promise.” the girl was hesitant in taking her hand, but she did anyways and allowed Michonne to pull her away from the walkers.

now that she was standing, Michonne could see that she covered in blood entirely, from her face down to her legs. the girl couldn’t have been any older than Michonne. “did you take out all of those? even the ones outside?” Michonne asked her, and she nodded. “yeah… but then there was too many to handle and i ran in here and tried to hide, but there was even more. so then i killed them too and hid behind them so they wouldn’t smell me.”

the girl kept shifting her eyes on Michonne and then to the ground. but Michonne couldn’t stop looking at her. “what’s your name?”

“Y/N.” she told her, and Michonne nodded. “Michonne. are you alone?” Y/N nodded, “always have been out here. are you?”

“no, my partner is out looking in the store across the street. but don’t worry, okay? i’m sure he’ll let me take you back our home.” Michonne was not the type to let a stranger come back with her like this, but Y/N… she was different. and she needed help. well, Michonne wanted to help.

“home? you have a home?” Y/N was almost in disbelief. “we do. and i can get you cleaned up, only if you want. you don’t have to come back with us.” Y/N stared at the ground as she contemplated. “how- how can i trust you?” she then asked.

“i know that i can’t prove it right now, but if you come with us, you’ll see. we have many others living with us.” Michonne told her. Y/N thought again, and then nodded after a few seconds. “okay… i’ll go with you.”

Michonne pulled out her walkie. “hey, Rick. i found something. you may want to come here.”

after another long intervention with Rick, Y/N was finally at Hilltop with him and Michonne. she had never seen a place like this before. she got out of the car and Michonne was already by her side. “i’ll get you inside and help you clean up, and i’ll give you some clothes as well.”

Michonne led her inside the huge building and took her upstairs, and into another room. she instructed Y/N to sit on the bed as she grabbed the supplies she needed. “this place is huge. and really nice.” Y/N told her. “it is. hopefully you’ll stay with us. you’ll be safe here.”

Y/N let out a laugh and Michonne couldn’t lie that it was such a pretty sound. “i think i’ll definitely stay here.”

Michonne took a wipe and began to gently wipe it across Y/N’s skin. “i could also do this myself, you know.” Y/N smiled, biting her lip as well. it took strength for Michonne to stop looking down at her lips. “i know,” she hummed, continuing to wipe off the blood.

once she was done, she walked over to her closet and started to dig through the clothes she had. she pulled out a shirt and jeans, and walked back over to Y/N. “here’s some clean clothes, i’ll be back after you’re done changing.” Y/N took the clothes and Michonne walked out as she began to change out of her bloody ones and into the clean ones.

Michonne walked back in a few minutes later and she took the clothes in her hands. “i can have someone wash these and they’ll be clean by tomorrow.” Y/N smiled and nodded, “wow. um… thank you, Michonne. seriously.”

“it’s no problem, really. you’re better here than out there.”

she noticed Y/N hesitate in her movements. Y/N began to lean forward, but pushed herself back. then after a few more seconds, she leaned forward again and pressed her lips to Michonne’s cheek.

Michonne’s face burned, and then Y/N pulled away. both of them couldn’t help but smile at the other and nervously look down at the ground.

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velvetcloxds · 1 year

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LOVE MADE ME CRAZY | N.S.

pairing: negan smith x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: forbidden love but that goes without saying, not very plot specific since it's been a while since I've watched it, negan isn't very canon specific either tbh

summary: falling for negan while he's still being kept in his cell in alexandria has you questioning your sanity

You had to have lost your mind, somewhere in the process of constantly hovering between life and death, you lost your mind, your sanity, your ability to reason. It was the only logical, if not sensical, reason you could find for the feelings that very unwillingly swerved around your heart, the thoughts that floated about your mind filling you with a nauseating, overwhelming conclusion. You were falling for Negan, of all people, the monster you’d run from, the person you’d labeled quite fittingly as the bogey-man, the very man you’d spent nights wishing death upon had now taken over your very being which is why you were sure, there was not a single doubt in your mind that you had surely gone mad, absolutely insane, utterly ludicrous, completely crazy, and you had not the slightest idea what to do about it.

You were just barely aware of the people sitting down at your table, the soup in your bowl the last thing on your mind as you spooned it around thoughtlessly, once again allowing yourself a brief, all but fleeting, second to think about the small and meaningless gestures that led you to your current predicament. You’d asked Michonne to place you on Negan duty, dropping in a few times a day to give him food, make sure he was still robbing the group of their Alexandrian air, and you’d been doing exactly that- but how were you to know that you’d let yourself find more in the silly meetings than you were meant to.

“You doing okay over there, Y/n?” Gabriel’s voice stole your attention, your eyes meeting his over the table as he sat down with his own bowl of watery soup, something cooked up from the last of your food resources. “Still on Negan duty?” he asked quite casually, no idea how much you dreaded the new topic of conversation. You groaned softly to yourself, hoping he’d think the frustration was due to having to be with Negan and not because you couldn’t, you pushed your bowl to the side deciding that you might as well give in and go see him instead of sitting here in your own torture.

You felt sort of awful leaving Gabriel without an explanation, not missing his confused smile when you stood up and left, following the familiar path to where Negan was held, smiling at the person keeping guard as he let you in, giving him your silent permission to leave you to yourself as you walked in to find Negan on the floor, looking up at the ceiling while reading a book you’d smuggled in for him.

“That you, doll?” he mused, knowing by the hastened footsteps and sort of relieved sigh that it was , the creak of the cell gate met with the little kick you delivered to his foot being further confirmation. “Good morning,” he breathed, accepting your hand to help him up, guiding him to sit down onto the makeshift bed with another sigh.

“Morning,” you hummed, hoping he wouldn’t point out the frown that had yet to leave your lips, not much being said when you took an illegal apple from your jersey pocket as you leaned back against the wall.

“What’s wrong?” he frowned as well, brows raised as he took you in, unsure what was the reason for your behaviour, unsure what could make you this glum even when visiting him was clearly the best part of your day- which was something he didn’t think with arrogance, it was something you’d said one night when you were too tired to realize what exactly you were saying, what you were admitting, but it felt good in the moment- felt good letting him in, even just slightly.

“Nothing,” you lied, annoyed that he was able to read you that well or rather that you were so comfortable letting him read you that well to be more specific. You didn’t realize how comfortable you were, leaning into his side, head fallen against his arm, no doubt shocking the man with the gesture.

“Is that so?” he scoffed at you, forcing you from your hiding place, rough hands acting far too gentle as he cupped your cheek to keep you in place, thumb brushing over a fresh scratch that was truly long forgotten on your behalf, at least, but it brought a new frown to Negan’s lips, forehead creasing at the sight of it. “What’s this?” he paused, knowing what you’d say before the thought even formed in your head. “I won’t accept the word “nothing” for an answer, so don’t even try,” he reprimanded, and your cheeks warmed under his touch, how very well dare he know you that well.

“I was stupid, got in the middle of a bunch of guys boosting their egos, it’s not as bad as it looks,” you promised, not sure why it was so important that he believed you, but he didn’t, of course, he didn’t.

“Looks pretty damn bad,” he noted and he’d smile at the way you melted in his touch, he’d absolutely relish in it if he weren’t on a mission. “Is that why you’re acting this way?”

“What way?” you demanded, contradicting yourself when you folded your fingers around his wrist, thumb brushing up and down the rugged skin, almost as if using him to ground you, keep you here when all you wanted was to get lost in him.

“Don’t do that,” he sighed, surprising you when he pulled you closer, robbing you of your moment of bliss where you could dwell in his intoxicating grip. “Don’t try and pull one over on me. You’re acting all strange and shit and it’s downright frightening.”

“I just needed to come to see you,” you admitted, quickly opening your eyes at the realization that you’d closed them, too caught up in him to notice how freely your body reacted to him without considering the consequences. “Is that okay?”

“More than okay, darling,” he scoffed, seeing the hesitance in your movement when you took his hand away from your face, looking down to your hands as they stayed tangled together for a minute, seeming so perfectly fitted to each other that it was sort of laughable. You knew what he was, knew what being entwined with him meant and you knew that it had to be some cruel twist of fate that you had to fall for a man who embodied everything you were against, but he made it so damn easy. “You’d tell me if it was something else, wouldn't you? If I needed to defend your honour or something, you’d let a man know before just sending the bastard in here?” he teased, beaming at the sound of your laugh as it filled the otherwise empty cell, echoing the room and sifting through his body in an electrifying, deadly way.

“You defending my honour?” you scoffed, letting your head fall back to its place, his shoulder stiffening under you briefly but melting just like you melted against him. “Didn’t think you’d allow yourself such gestures of weakness, Negan,” he hummed, wiping the apple that you’d given him against his shirt, looking out through the miniature window that laid across from him, his only view of the beauty it promised outside, or so he thought before he got to see you every day.

“Neither did I,” he agreed, shaking his head to himself, sort of disbelieving, considering his own sanity at the warmth filling his body purely from having you at his side, having you against him, close to him.

It was an unfair turn of events, torturous in its nature because how could he ever remain a man of such horrendous evil when your very presence had his soul begging to return to purity, to goodness, to what he once was but could never be. He was half annoyed that he’d spend this long letting the new reality destroy him, rebuild him into something he could not recognize yet here you were making him want to do it all over again- one thing was quite certain though, the world had gone crazy, had shifted straight off its axes and so had the two of you.

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thewalkingdilf · 3 months

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daryl loves adding praise when he’s degrading you.

he’s always adding in a tinge of sweetness to every degrading name he calls you. it’s always things like “pretty whore,” “perfect slut”

he loves how it makes you whimper as a blush of embarrassment coats your cheeks, and how you always attempt to hide your face.

he won’t settle for that though. he’ll grab your hands and pin them down, holding them away from your face as he sinks his cock deep inside of you, and he’ll just continue to whisper filth in your ear as he encourages you for being such a good little fuck doll for him.

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dixonzzgirl · 3 months

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imagine…

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

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

pinky linking instead of full on hand holding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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archesnalleyways · 2 months

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you should really expand on the thought of having to suck rick’s cock at gun point like I’m salivating thinking about it

Teehee 🤭

requests are open, we are so back

Warning: contains guns, other weaponry, non-con/dub-con

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

You’ve moved away from your basecamp alone, in desperate need for some cans of food. The supermarket looks pretty bolted up but you spotted a inconspicuous window high up on a wall and decided to try your luck. Some shelves were tipped over, some broken, but as you worked your way through you found a storage room.

Your eyes spotted a cardboard box and in your hungry, desperate state you just dropped your gear and started to rummage through it. In the damp box there was a load of tin-cans, some leaking but multiple intact. Beside you on the floor you started to pile up the useful ones, trying to read some of the drooping labels.

But then you hear a gun click behind you. The blood freezes in your veins and one hundred scenarios flash before your eyes,

“Drop the cans” a husky voice states.

Your hands instinctively let go of the food, brain jumping from the fear of being shot, to your weapons being three feet behind you, to the hunger residing in your gut. Lifting your arms up in the air the show that you’re unarmed.

“Now turn around, slowly.”

You start to rise up but you hear the man behind you tut.

“Stay down.”

The pang of humiliation is faint in contrast to the fear, but it’s still there. But you listen and spin around, still on your knees, and turn to see a tall man pointing a gun straight at you. There’s a shotgun slung over his back, multiple knives strapped to his body and his blue eyes trained at your every movement.

“Aren’t you a pretty lil thing?” He says with a southern drawl, looking you over once before focusing on the box slightly behind you.

An old, ragged tote is thrown to your knees as he uses the mouth of the gun to point at you and then the food.

“Pack everything edible in that bag, now.”

Your hands made quick work of piling the cans, sorting out the already opened ones onto the side. Your eyes leave the food for a second to look over at the man again. He lifts an eyebrow at you, taking half a stride closer to examine your work. As the last can is placed into the bag you twist your body to place it by his feet.

“Put your arms behind your back.”

You move instantly as he glances into the tote and nods approvingly.

“You take orders so well, darlin” the man says, with something dark glittering in his eyes.

He walks up the few steps toward you, gun still aimed at you, as he grips your chin. His calloused thumb drags against your bottom lip before grabbing your cheeks, forcing your face into a ridiculous pout. As he let go slowly your tongue darted out to wet your lips, completely involuntarily.

He groans and moves his hand to his groin, massaging the bulge there. Your eyes widen as you started to put together what was gonna happen. The mans salt-and-pepper beard moved as he smirked popping open the button on his jeans.

“It would be such a waste to let you go now, doll-face” he says as his hand returns to his dick that is hardening in a rapid speed, “especially since you are so good at taking orders, right darlin’?”

His whole face darkens and his eyes bore into your own, as he leans down slightly.

“If I even feel a hint of your teeth I’ll empty the fuckin’ clip” the man hisses at you, pushing the barrel of the gun firmly against your head.

You nodded softly with your heart beating out of your chest, and lifted your hands to pull down his jeans. The cock that springs out is undeniably pretty and perfectly red over the tip. Paired with the rugged good looks of its owner this experience might’ve been enjoyable for you. But then you’re reminded of the weapon and ushered to get to work.

Your tongue darted out to lick at the underside, lips wrapping around his tip. You taste the hint of precum before taking half of his length into your mouth, tentatively bobbing over the first couple of inches.

“Good, that’s good” he grunts, dick twitching as he sees tears starting to roll down your cheeks from the strain.

Hollowing out your cheeks you decide to take in some more of him, desperately trying to make this the best blowjob of your life. Saliva starts to gather at corners of your mouth as you dare to look up at him for the first time, but not before stealing a glance of the gun in his hand first.

“Pull your top down, wanna see your drool over those tits”

With a quick yank your boobs spill out, nipples already pert from the cool air and, despite the circumstances, arousal. The man groans in appreciation.

A big hand splays over the back of your head and you have time to anxiously dart your eyes up to his before he starts to thrust into your mouth, and subsequently down your throat.

The sounds of his pleasure and your gags blend as they ring out into the store, one of your hands resting at the base of his cock and the other landing to cup your clothed pussy.

“Ah, fuck it!”

The curly-haired man seemed to get lost in his pleasure since he decides to fasten his gun into his holster to free up his hands. Grabbing a chunk of your hair to maneuver you over his massive cock, pushing you down until your nose was pressed into the patch of hair at his base. You gargle around his member, more drool bubbling from the edge of your lips.

“That’s it, doll” he moans, “choke on it.”

He lifts his hips slightly to get the very last of his dick stuffed into your mouth, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. When he pulls you off a string of saliva lands on your chin before it drips down onto your exposed chest. He places his dick over your face, pre-cum and your spit leaving sticky trails onto your nose and forehead.

“Aren’t you perfect stress relief?” He asks rhetorically, lifting his cock to slap it over your face a couple of times, “found me food and takes cock like a slut.”

Despite everything you feel your face flush from his words and humiliating actions. He chuckles at you, almost cooing softly before pushing you down onto his cock.

“Too bad I don’t have time to test your other holes, I’m sure they’re lovely” he groans out, thrusting deeper and deeper.

His grunts starts to increase in both volume and frequency, warning you that he’s about to cum, and you begin to mentally prepare yourself for swallowing when he pulls his cock out.

“Stay still, darlin’” he murmurs, eyebrows knitted together, as the hand not jacking himself off with pulls at your hair to put your face in the perfect angle, “I’m gonna paint a pretty picture.”

The last syllable morphed into a groan as he came, hot load landing in ropes over your face. His eyes glittered darkly as he covered you and the utter filthiness of it all made his dick twitch one last time. A few spurts landed on your tits and you keep your eyes trained onto his, mouth slightly agape. He tapped the last drops of cum onto your lips before pulling his pants up again.

He picks up the bag of food you packed and stopped for a second to take in the state of you. Tits out, eyes irritated from tears and face covered in cum. Truly a sight for sore eyes.

“Bye-bye sweetheart, I hope I’ll run into you again” he says with a wink and leaves.

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of-many-fandomss · 1 year

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Daryl Dixon comforting reader after she has a nightmare?

My first Daryl request!!

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You shot up with a gasp that brought no air into your lungs. If anything, it made it even harder to breathe when you did so.

It felt like the thin walls of the tent were seconds away from collapsing in on you in a way that would surely suffocate you in your current state.

The walker. The walker. The walker. The walker. The walker. The walker. The walker. The walker. The walker. The walk-

The thing was so close to biting you, to turning you into what you hated the most. What you feared the most. It’s disgusting hands had been wrapped around your arms as it’s decaying teeth snapped at you from its half-fleshed face. You knew you were mere seconds away from the inevitable when, by some force of nature, you had woken up.

It was impossible to be living in the world nowadays without having nightmares of the horrors that went on in the waking hours, allowing them to carry into the nighttime as well so you never escaped them. The dead were never shaken far from your thoughts, no matter how much your brain willed it to be so.

“Wha’ are ya-“ Daryl’s groggy voice barely even registered in your brain. You only heard it through a fog that seemed to carry on for miles, “Oh, oh, sweethear’,” He mumbled in realization, not hesitating to sit up beside you and wrap his strong arms securely around your waist, brining you to his chest.

Subconsciously, you found your hands immediately move to grip onto his shirt like a lifeline, fists tightening around the fabric in a way that was almost painful.

Gently, your boyfriend rocked you back and forth in his arms and guided your head to be laying right above his heart so you could try to match its steady rhythm with your own wild one.

“‘S alrigh’” He whispered in your ear, breath fanning your skin, “Yer alrigh’. I’ve gotcha, I’ve gotcha.”

It took more than a few minutes of his continued effort to comfort you before you had finally been able to calm down enough to return your breathing to mostly normal, reduced to sniffles instead.

“Daryl-“ You choked out, hiccuping slightly as you pulled away a little to stare up at the man.

“Shh,” He shushed you, carefully grabbing the back of your head and leading it to his chest once more, “Yer safe now. I’m not gonna let nothing get to ya.”

“Nightmares,” You informed him with a quiet whisper after a moment.

“I know,” Slowly, he lead you two to be laying back down against your shared cot in the middle of your tent. He reached over to place a kiss on your forehead despite the cold beads of sweat that sat on it, “‘S alrigh’,”

You hadn’t even realized you had been crying until you felt his fingers softly wipe away the wetness that evidently sat on your cheeks in a way one would not expect after a first glance at the intimidating, cold looking man.

Sighing, you allowed yourself to relax in his protective hold, knowing that his words were true and he would never let anything get to you.

“Thank you,” You mumbled, placing a chaste kiss on his clothed chest before allowing your head to fall into that spot from exhaustion.

“No need to thank me,” He matched your tone as he spoke, drawing small circles into your side with his thumb.

“You’re so sweet,” You were too tired to even filter any thought that drifted into your mind before you spoke it.

“‘M not sweet.” He grumbled in protest, scowling slightly at the mere thought.

A small smile pulled at your lips as you snuggled closer to his chest, “Yes, you are.” You hummed back.

It was silent for a moment. “Only for ya,” He finally spoke into your hair before placing a kiss there as well.

Not even a moment later, your soft snores filled your tent and Daryl felt his lips quirk up the tiniest bit at the sound.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 month

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Can I request some bimbo!reader x Daryl? I love the way you write that dynamic sm!! Maybe protective Daryl when they run into a bad group or something of the sorts, love ur writing Xx💖💖

fem bimbo!plus size reader, wc: 538.

cw! angst, hints at murder and men with not so pure intentions ;(

a/n: AHHHH I'M FINALLY CLEANING OUT MY DRAFTS!! there are some pretty good requests in here, i just bit off more than i could chew 🫤 BUT now i'm ready and here to rock and roll! B]

Daryl loved you; he looked at you like you were the only woman in the world, almost as if you had hung the damn moon in the sky.

But unfortunately, you were a very big liability, as well as a distraction to a certain bowman.

Case in point, Daryl shouldn’t have brought you with him. You were too soft and pretty to be out in a world that he knew was dangerous and unforgiving. He had worked his ass off to protect you just to put you back in the line of fire because he couldn’t say no to you.

You were hurt and it was all his fault.

You were shaking like a leaf in his hold, and your clothes were covered in blood and dirt – luckily the blood wasn’t yours.

“‘S okay, yer alrigh’.” Daryl calmed your quiet sobs, gently swiping at the dried blood that had leaked from the cut of your brow.

There was a bruise forming on the corner of your mouth and Daryl felt sick to his stomach.

“I - I was so scared, bear…” You sniffled, your fingers gripping at his biceps in order to ground yourself.

You were sitting in the bathroom of your shared Alexandrian home, sat atop the counter with your boyfriend perched between your legs. Since it was getting dark Daryl had lit your favorite candle in hopes that the scent of it would soothe you and offer him some much needed light.

“I know, sunshine, I know.”

“I thought I was gonna die, D.”

The blood in Daryl’s veins simmered, and he felt the same helpless anger he had the moment that you were held from him, though the men didn’t last long. Daryl usually felt bad when he killed the living, but these men deserved the arrow that had penetrated their skulls.

“But ya didn’t.” What else was he supposed to say? He knew how much it upset you whenever he got to blaming himself for things that were completely out of his control.

“‘M sorry.” He put the wet rag down to hold your face, his large and calloused thumb softly caressed your cheeks. “Nah, don’ apologize. ‘M jus’ sorry about yer shirt. I know it’s your favorite.”

“I shouldn’t have let ya come with me. I fuckin’ knew I shouldn’t have let you anyway.”

Your wet eyes grew even softer than they already were and your lip-wobbled pitifully.

You had been so excited to finally go outside of the walls that you rushed to put on your nicest outfit – which unfortunately backfired.

“Oh, yeah,” You took a moment to look down, your fingers tugging the hem out. “I’m just glad you were there with me. I know I’m gonna be okay when you’re around.” There was something about the way you spoke that could calm Daryl down in an instant.

All the fight that he had in his body practically melted off and he found himself slumping forward, your arms coming around his broad shoulders to hold him closer to you. You were so soft and warm, and you smelt so good – like vanilla – despite your past circumstances.

“‘M always with ya; ya know that, right?”

“Mhm,” You said with a nod. “I know.”

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princekeerys · 2 months

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Caring for Carl when he is sick headcanons? This could be cute/fluffy

when carl gets sick, i feel like he’s tries to tough it out (cuz let’s face it, homeboy can be so goddamn Stubborn)

“i’m not sick, i can still on a supply run with you guys” “i don’t have a cold, it’s just the change in the weather”

but he’s out like a light on the couch with a damp cloth on his head to keep his fever down while you rummage through your food supply to find a can of chicken noodle soup

he wants cuddles so bad even though there’s like. no room and plus he doesn’t wanna get you sick in the process

but do you care? absolutely not

you gently and carefully lay down on top of him, getting underneath the blankets

“is it weird to say that you’re like another blanket? you’re nice and warm… and soft… and cozy”

you giggle because he’s so out of it but it’s so adorable

“it’s not weird at all, carl. get some sleep”

and of course he’s not getting much sleep at night because of his stuffy nose, coughing and sore throat. so while you’re out on a supply run with rick and the gang, you rummage around to find any cans of soup left, cough medicine, throat candies to soothe his throat (he can’t swallow anything without it hurting ):)

when you get back, he’s finally getting some sleep after being up half the night and you think he looks most precious.

when he wakes up, you make him more soup and get him to take the medicine you found while out and about and you have to laugh at the face he makes while taking this gross smelling cough medicine but “it’ll help you feel better, cowboy”

it takes a few days to a week before he’s back to his normal self again

and when he does feel right as rain, he makes sure to thank you; endless cuddles, kisses and him putting his hat on top of your head

“you didn’t have to do all that for me, y/n/n”

“i wanted to. it wasn’t the same without by my side”

“i guess that’s what you call soulmates, huh?”

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enid-rhees · 4 months

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THE PEOPLE WOULD LIKE MORE ROSITA FLUFF PLSSPLS 💗💗💗

late nights || rosita espinosa x fem!reader

summary: rosita sneaks into your room during a sleepless night

warnings: none! just fluff :)

a/n: tysm for your request, anon! and yes, requests are BACK OPEN! read my rules before requesting, please! hope you all enjoy 🖤

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no matter what you did, you couldn’t get to sleep. you turned on your left, right, on your back, on your stomach, and nothing was working.

you were growing frustrated, as you felt tired, but your body didn’t want to agree. tomorrow, you had too much to do around Hilltop and wanted to try and rest as much as possible, but you just couldn’t.

as you were about to get up to try and go down into the kitchen for some food in hopes that it would make you tired, you started to hear footsteps walk across the hall outside your door. at first, your hand reached for your gun instinctively. sometimes, you were just stuck in your old ways before you had a somewhat permanent home.

the doorknob on your door started to jiggle slightly and you took a step back and furrowed your eyebrows. finally, the door creaked open, and then Rosita peaked her head in. your shoulders fell as you let out a sigh of relief, “what are you doing, Ro? you should be sleeping.”

Rosita closed the door behind her and walked over to you, sliding her arms around your waist. “i couldn’t sleep.” she told you, lifting her head up to place a gentle kiss on your lips. you chuckled, “that makes two of us, then.”

“can’t sleep either?” she asked you, and you shook your head. “no. i’ve tried everything.” you told her. Rosita took your hand and started to crawl into your bed, taking you with her.

when you laid down, Rosita pulled you into her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around you. your body instantly relaxed in her touch. Rosita pressed a kiss to your head and laid her head on top of yours.

you felt your body start to slowly shut down. a chuckle left your lips, “i think all i needed was you.” you whispered. “i feel like i can sleep here forever.” Rosita laughed along, “yeah? good thing i came in here, then.”

“get some rest, love. we got a lot to do tomorrow.” Rosita leaned down and connected your lips softly. you kissed back, and neither of you pulled away for almost a minute. when you did, you dropped your head back on her chest, and it only took a few minutes for you to fall into a deep sleep.

it took Rosita a few more minutes, but to pass the time she watched you with nothing but love in her eyes. your chest rose and fell slowly, and your hand had gripped her shirt so she couldn’t go anywhere - not that she wanted to. she kissed your head one final time before her eyes closed and she eventually fell asleep with you.

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letterstotheflre · 1 year

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cw: a little angsty. hurt/comfort. 18+ plus [sexual situations, mention of scars and child abuse, daryl has body image issues :((]

a/n: ummm this was supposed to be a cute little blurb. maybe 4-5 paragraphs. it became this angsty mess tho </3

thinking about how daryl never takes his shirt off during sex bc he doesn't want you to see or feel his scars </3 he thinks you'll be disgusted by him, that you'll think he's damaged goods. maybe you never want to touch him ever again. maybe you'll never want him to touch you again.

and at first you don't even realise he's doing it because you don't have the privacy or the time to get fully naked. most of your hook ups consist of quickly scurrying off your jeans and underwear to your knees. if it's summer you might get to lower the straps of your tank top to free your boobs. but being so out in the open, so defenceless, doesn't allow for complete stripping.

it's not until alexandria that you start to notice the fact that you're always naked and daryl always keeps his shirt on. sometimes his vest, too. you don't ask though, wouldn't ever pressure him into doing anything he's not comfortable with. you guess he might have his reasons.

until one time when he's buried so deep inside you that you just might lose your mind so you grip his shoulders to keep some of your sanity. and he keeps thrusting, keeps hitting that spot and god, you want him even closer. you don't want him to move an inch away from you. so your hand slips. down to his waist, where his shirt rode up just a little. and he's so warm. so you keep touching him, hand spread open as it moves up to his shoulder and that's when you feel it— the raised, jagged skin.

and the size of it is not even small to have been from an accident or a fight. it throws you off completely. "daryl, what's that?"

he's tense above you. "nothin'," he grunts and nearly slaps your hand away from his back. he pins both of your wrists above your head and thrusts again, hoping that he might be able to make you forget about it.

"daryl—" you gasp when you feel the spongy tip of his cock nearly in the back of your throat from how deep he's fucking you.

"it's nothin', don't worry about it."

"but—"

"jesus, i said it's nothing, woman!" he nearly screams at you. he pulls out completely and looks for his jeans, quickly getting dressed. "that so hard for ya to understand, huh? need me to spell it out for ya?"

"no," you say quietly, looking for some of your own clothes to cover up a little. "i just want to know if—"

his boots slam down on the hardwood floor as he finishes tying the laces. "there's nothing to know!"

you know daryl would never, ever hurt you. still, you can't help but freeze at how loud he's being.

the room is completely silent for the first time in an hour. daryl watches as you stand there in just your panties and tank top, right next to the soft bed, and use the tip of the nail on your pinky finger to pull at the skin around your thumb. he swallows down his shame. "i'm going out," he states and walks out of the room.

you let him go, knowing that he's feeling caged in right now. that his emotions are too big for him sometimes and he needs to get out because he might explode from the sheer size and weight of his anger. it's almost like little daryl was never taught how to process his emotions safely, how to avoid reacting with rage at the first sign of a confrontation.

it's late at night when he sneaks back into the community. if you had to guess, the front door opens at around 11pm. you hear him take off his boots and pad to the living room, where you're sitting cross-legged on the couch with a book laying on your legs.

he's dirty, that's your first observation, but when is he not? he takes his crossbow off and places it on the coffee table then holds a string of 3 three dead squirrels and a single rabbit with his whole fist. "brought dinner," he says.

you look at the pot of cold spaghetti on the stove. you might be able to cook the rabbit and then reheat the pasta in the oven. when you look back at him, daryl is shifting his weight from one leg to another, clearly uncomfortable with the tense silence.

you close the book and stand. "you wanna skin the rabbit?"

he nods. you touch his shoulder in passing and offer him a comforting smile. he follows you into the kitchen and gets to work with his knife, quickly cutting the best pieces of meat on the chopping board and storing the remaining bits he knows you won't eat in a tupper that he'll put on the fridge for another day.

you eat in silence. daryl practically swallows the entire plate in under 10 minutes, sauce splashing into his shirt and all over his face. a light orange hue tints the area around his mouth.

you wash the dishes in silence. you brush your teeth in silence. you get ready for bed in silence. you're about to turn the lights off and go to sleep with your back facing him when he finally speaks. "it was my dad."

he's not looking at you as he talks. instead, he stares at a random spot on the wall in front of him. "he drank a lot, y'know? used, too. didn't matter if it was pot or cocaine or heroin. anythin' he could get his hands on. sometimes he'd be in a real good mood 'n he would take merle and i out for ice-cream. other times... most times," he corrects himself, "he'd be real pissed off. he'd lock me up in a room, no food, no water, and let me out the next day." he gives you a melancholic smile. "s'how i learned how to hunt— had to eat somehow. taught myself how to shoot. found some survival books at the public library that said a lot of useful shit."

he sits up, back facing you completely, and takes his shirt off. you cover your mouth in shock at the sight. three scars in the shape of an 'x' cover most of his shoulderblades. there's others too, smaller only in comparison to the huge ones, littered across his lower back. tentatively, you reach forward and trace the shapes, the puckered skin somehow very soft to the touch.

"when he was really mad, though, he'd use his belt and just... hit." he takes a shuddering breath and rubs his face with his hands, feeling a little wetness around his eyes. "anyway, this ain't even the worst he's done. merle had it worse. spent a lot of time alone with him before i was born and even after he'd try to get him to leave me alone. tried to protect me," he laughs like the sheer idea of someone wanting to keep him out of harm's way is ridiculous.

you scoot forward and hug him sideways. you gently turn his face to you, thumb rubbing soothingly on his chin. "i'm sorry, daryl."

"s'not your fault," he says immediately.

"that's not what i meant. i meant," you pet his head and look him in the eye, "i'm sorry for what happened to you. you didn't deserve any of it, you were just a kid. merle too," you add, knowing how important his brother was to him, even after everything. you kiss his sun-spotted shoulder. "it wasn’t your fault.”

he swallows down the lump in his throat. “i know.”

you keep stroking his hair. “is that why you never took your shirt off? because of the scars?”

“yeah.”

“why, baby?” you whisper incredulously. he shrugs one shoulder. “were you embarrassed? scared i’d say something?“ he is still for a few seconds, almost like he’s considering telling the truth, but ends up shrugging anyway. you know you hit the nail, though.

you shift and sit on his lap, holding his face with both hands so you can look him in the eyes. "those scars... they only show how brave and strong and resilient you are. they're part of you. and you're beautiful, dayl." you kiss him once. "i love every inch of you, including those scars, even though i hate the reason you have them in the first place."

his eyes gleam with tears. they gather in his waterline and he tries his best to keep them away. one manages to stream down his cheek. you brush it away. "it's okay to cry."

almost like he was waiting for your permition, daryl breaks down in a second. he hides his face in your chest, wetting your skin with salt streams. his shoulders shake so much with the force of his sobs that he ends up shaking you, too, caged inside his arms that circle around your waist. there's nothing else for you to do but hold him, allowing him to process his pain for perhaps the first time in decades.

it takes him minutes to calm down. half an hour maybe. when his sobs subside and his hold relaxes, you kiss the top of his head and lay him down on the bed with you. while he's usually the one who holds you at night, this time you are the one holding him. you fall asleep like that: with daryl's face tucked in your chest, your fingers combing through his long hair, nails scratching idly at his scalp.

when you wake up in the morning there's no sign of daryl. you go downstairs, following the sounds of a pan hitting the stove with a little too much force and daryl's loud curse. stepping into the kitchen, you see him, shirtless, throwing away the egg he attempted to crack. you can't help but giggle quietly in amusement— he always underestimates his strength and ends up breaking the entire shell instead of creating a crack big enough to let the gooey egg fall onto the pan.

"morning," you greet, picking up another egg and breaking it for him. the pan sizzles.

his smile is crooked. a little shy. "mornin', sunshine."

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