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weretheones · 2 years

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Speak Up

Plot: Daryl had almost given up on confessing his feelings to you, falling victim to his self-doubts and the predictable solace of silence. Then Maggie and Carol opened their big mouths. (Season 5-6)

Requested by @thisisparadisemylove

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count:  2.1k

Warnings: self-doubt talk

A/N: I kinda tried daryl’s POV for this!! pls lmk what you think since I’m new with that :)

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Daryl Dixon had never been good with words. Something about his redneck accent or having a daddy who drank more than he ever spoke. It worked out, he didn’t mind being silent. Some of his favourite memories— the few he had— were absent of words.

The nights his father would pass out completely, nothing but the soft crickets and brush of leaves to fill the air. He liked those nights.

Hunting. When he’d approach a deer. The meat would last weeks, giving the group some time to think about something other than food. His silence was good then.

Or when you hugged him. He was really glad he stayed quiet. Otherwise, he might’ve said something stupid, a surly remark that would’ve made you peel off him quicker than you had to. Maybe he would’ve missed the way the wind caught your hair tickling his face or the way you felt pressed against him. If Daryl had it his way, you would’ve clung to him longer. He would’ve pulled you closer. But then he thought about all the walker blood on him and your pretty yellow top, so his hands barely brushed your sides.

The next day he came across a patch of daffodils— on the hunt you asked him not to go on, still unsettled by his previous appearance at the gate, looking like he’d been dragged through a pit of blood and dirt. Those flowers were nice, like that top you’d been wearing before he got it all dirty. Daryl hadn’t even realized he’d started picking them until he had a bundle in his grip.

You’d shown such worry for him and he, simply put, appreciated it. It was something new for him, to feel like he had someone to go back to, to wait for him, to stay safe for. He hadn’t thought about why he was picking the flowers nor any plan for them. Instead, it was like a deep, almost subconscious knowledge he had that the bundle was for you.

He used a bit of string to tie the stems together and placed them on the table when he got home. The morning sun caught the petals, varying hues of yellows shining, and he had every intention of handing them to you until you entered the room and glowed even brighter than the sun.

“Where’d these come from?” you smiled.

Daryl watched you approach the table and pick them up, bare feet padding across the kitchen tiles while you searched for a vase.

“They’re beautiful,” you whispered, admiring the fresh blooms.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, still staring at you.

You looked up at him, your smile growing suspicious when you asked, “Did you bring these back?”

“Thought they were nice,” Daryl shrugged, “n’ ya’d like ‘em.”

Your cheeks flushed and your expression became soft and shy, “They are. I do— a lot, thank you.”

If Daryl wasn’t silent then, he would’ve told you he thought you were nice— nicer. Too nice for a world as dark as this one. That you deserved flowers, safety, and happiness. Everything he wanted, he tried, to give you despite the world of the dead crushing him. If he was going to say something— now would be the time, right? Now seemed right, it seemed sweet; to confess his feelings over a gift of fresh flowers and the warm glow of sunrise.

But he was silent, and the moment passed. That seemed to be happening a lot lately. Daryl would feel his heart swell, his palms slick and chest tightening at your presence— at the idea of opening his mouth and spilling all his thoughts. But just as he would be about to part his lips, licking them in anticipation, his throat would shut. His tongue gone limp and useless. Doubt would swarm him at the last second and he’d fall into that familiar silence.

Although those times, he didn’t know if he should be thankful for it.

The yellow flowers had begun to wilt, days of sitting on the kitchen counter dwindling the petals— no matter how well you tended to them. But that was fine, Daryl had already planned to happen upon that patch of flowers on the hunt you were joining today. Maybe then he’d…

You came around the corner, hair a bit messy from tossing in bed and pyjama shorts that made his breath hitch and warmth flood him.

Who was he kidding— if he lost his breath, nevertheless his voice, from just looking at you, how the hell did he think he could admit something so vulnerable to you?

You smiled at him— bright as ever. Said your good mornings to Carol and Maggie who sat around the kitchen’s island, and thanked him for cooking up some breakfast. Then, you were gone. Something about changing for the hunt soon. Leaving a thick haze in Daryl’s mind as those thoughts of you took over. You and your beautiful smile. The way you lit up every room you entered, even if just for a moment to grab something to eat, like now. It drove him crazy— even crazier when the thought of your bright smile being for him snuck its way into his mind. It was rare that Daryl found himself entertaining the possibility of his feelings for you being mutual. It seemed cruel to give himself false hope, so instead, he let himself sink deeper into a pit of self-deprecation and doubt. It was easier than facing the alternative; rejection and regret.

Then Carol and Maggie implored him to.

“Doesn’t she look so pretty in the morning?” Carol mused, but Daryl was too busy staring straight through the pan he was supposed to be washing to properly register her question.

“Hm. You should tell her then.”

Daryl’s brow furrowed as he ran the pan under warm water, the sensation slowly coaxing him out of his trance, “Tell ‘er wha’?”

“Tell her you think she’s pretty,” she reiterated, “you just agreed.”

Daryl looked up, watching Maggie’s interest peak as Carol mimicked his absentminded hum moments prior. He hadn’t even realized he hummed in agreement. He especially hadn’t considered the implications of admitting, even so carelessly, to the most relentless person he knew that he thought you were pretty. Because of course, he did— he thought you were many things, pretty being perhaps the most obvious at first glance, but certainly not the most important. You were also smart, and Daryl couldn’t see why a woman like you would ever make the foolish mistake of being with a man like him.

He huffed, shaking his head.

“Why not?” Maggie interjected, swallowing her bite, “it’s true, ain’t it?”

Daryl scrubbed the pan, thankful that his unkempt bangs hid his warm cheeks from their prying eyes.

“Daryl?” she leaned closer, fighting a smirk from the way he peeked up at her, a look in his eye that was intended to be stoic but was pleading to let it— let him— be, “Ya think she’s pretty.”

He chewed on his lip, scrubbing harder against the remnants of food that stuck on the pan. Maggie and Carol watched him, Maggie’s expression a bit more concerned than Carol’s, simply because the latter was already used to teasing the man.

“Don’t mean I gotta say nothin’,” he mumbled, quieter than usual.

“Well, someone else might…” Maggie trailed off, her eyebrows raised high.

“Hell’s tha’ mean?”

“We’re not blind, Daryl, and our neighbours aren’t either,” Carol shrugged, nonchalant, “she’s a catch. You’re not the only one that notices that, you know.”

“Right,” Daryl scoffed, finally dropping the stubborn pan into the bath of suds, “Don’t see how tha’s my problem,”

“Oh, so if Mark asked ‘er out, ya’d have no problem with tha’?” Maggie challenged.

Daryl went silent.

“‘Cause, he asked me if she was seein’ someone, y’know.”

His eyes raised to Maggie’s face, dread pooling in his gut at her serious expression.

“Oh, of course, he did. He acts like a teenager every time she comes around,” Carol rolled her eyes as Daryl just watched them, incredulous.

Daryl interrupted their exchange, “Stop,” he demanded, feeling his jaw tighten at the idea of another man making the move he’d been too insecure to make. His anxiety worsened, self-doubt boiled into scolding self-ridicule, pissed at himself for being so damn stupid and so damn awkward that he couldn’t just tell you he cared. No, he was left to whatever act of service he mustered up that day. The flowers. Cooking breakfast and cleaning so you got to sleep in. Sharpening your knives after you remarked doing so made your hand cramp. His doubts had delayed what he wanted to do, to say, and if this Mark guy beat him to it? He didn’t know how to deal with that— the idea of you— of him— no, he couldn’t think about that right now, not unless he wanted to crush the glass in his hands.

“Wha’ are y’all aimin’ for ‘ere?” he drawled, as intimidating as he could be with pink cheeks and soapy suds up his arms.

“Oh, nothing,” Carol leaned her elbows against the counter, seemingly unfazed as she rested her chin in her hands, “it would be a shame if she decided without knowing all her options, though.”

Daryl eyed her, jaw rigid and chest tight with dread.

“It's been obvious tha’ ya like ‘er since ‘fore we left Georgia, Daryl,” Maggie sighed, “yer a good man. The type’a man she deserves.”

Carol added, “A guy who brings her flowers or sharpens her knives—“

“— or tucks her in on the couch,” Maggie continued.

“You just have to get over this grumbling thing you got going on,” Carol mimicked his low drawl, but it only made Maggie chuckle, “just speak to her.”

“Tell ‘er she looks nice,” Maggie suggested, a wide and encouraging smile on her face, “ya already admitted it.”

Daryl could barely register how those words made him feel; if their suggestion was turning his opinion on the matter, or if it made him feel more cornered than encouraged. Before he knew it, their eyes snapped to the staircase where the sounds of your light steps began.

Without so much as a hint of an idea about the conversation they’d all been having, you came down the stairs. Three sets of eyes were glued on you when you reached the bottom.

You stopped, lips curling into a surprised and appreciative smile— Daryl had a way of distinguishing them, of course— as you looked around the room. Oblivious to the way they were all watching you.

“Wow, thanks for cleaning up.”

“’S no bother,” Daryl shrugged, looking to the tidy counters as if it really was no big deal, but he could almost hear his heartbeat, growing faster and faster with every step you took forward.

You walked over to Daryl’s side, across from Carol and Maggie who sat at the kitchen’s island; Carol still sipping on her tea and Maggie finishing her last bites.

“Ya, uh, look nice,” Daryl stuttered under the anticipating stares of his well-meaning friends.

You looked down at your tattered pants and plain, dark top, and raised a brow, “My hunting clothes?”

“Uh, yeah, they look good,” Daryl shifted, his skin hot under the hand at the back of his neck, trying to rub away his awkwardness— apparently, “good for huntin’, blendin’ into the trees n’ all tha’.”

“Um, thanks. Glad I have the hunter’s seal of approval,” you grinned, a hint of that laugh he loved hanging off your words, “you look good too.”

Daryl copied you, looking down to his navy sleeveless top, a vest he hadn’t washed since… he couldn’t remember… and the only pair of pants he had, covered in Carol’s patchwork. He expected that laugh again, this time teasing, but when he looked back at you, your smile was nothing but genuine.

Carol was right. Something about the way the morning light hit you, the refreshed look in your eyes from a good night's sleep, was quite pretty.

Breathtaking, really.

“Ready?” you asked, your hand casually dragging across the width of his shoulders as you passed behind him, making your way to the front door.

Just like that day you hugged him, Daryl stayed silent. Until his eye caught Carol and Maggie’s coy grins long enough to find the breath your smile took from him. He followed you, still as nervous as ever, but with new determination in his step.

Daryl Dixon wasn’t any good with words, but for you, he’d try his hardest.

“Ready.”

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A/N: daryl is 100% a love in silence guy, thank you very much.

also daryl took reader to the daffodils on their lil hunt and confessed very awkwardly and she smiled and they kissed and they came back to alexandria and carol/maggie could tell right away and teased them (respectfully) and they are so smitten... okay? okay.

if you’re reading this, thank you! I hope you enjoyed this fic. please feel free to leave feedback, it helps so much and I love to read it. have a lovely day <3

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darlingmunsons · 2 years

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Never Better

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), swearing, insecure reader? Era: Pre-Negan Alexandria Word Count: 2.2k

Request by @thisisparadisemylove: thank you for the request! hope you enjoy!

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Daryl doubled back as he passed your bedroom door almost missing your figure in the room. He leant against the door frame as he watched you stand in front of the free standing mirror, shirt pushed under your breasts and your lips in a light pout. Your hands were pinching at your hips and the swell of your stomach, intently analysing your love handles.

He watched as you turned to the side and jutted out your stomach even further before you caught his reflection in the mirror.

“I’ve gained so much weight,” you pouted at him before turning back to the mirror.

Daryl scoffed, rolling his eyes before moving to stand behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head

“Ya’ haven’t, just gained back the weight you lost while we were on the road,” he reassured you. He thought it was silly that you bothered so much about the way you looked, he thought, no he knew, that you were the most beautiful person anyone could ever lay eyes on.

“I have a muffin top,” you argued back, pinching your stomach as evidence, not convinced by his words, “we’ve only been here a month and I have a muffin top.”

“That’s ridiculous, ya don’t have a muffin top, an’ even if you did it don’t matter. Ya healthier now than ya were before, we all are, s’good thing.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulder from behind, pressing his chin atop your head.

“I know it’s a good thing, but that doesn’t stop my insecurities creeping back in,” your voice wavered as you struggled to meet his eye in the mirror.

“Why do you care ‘bout your weight so much?” You could hear in his voice that his question was genuine.

You shrugged, “I always have, I think most girls go through it at some point and unfortunately it sticks with some of us. Before the turn there was always so much pressure to be slim because slim meant pretty, I know it’s still silly to think like that but sometimes I can’t help it.”

“Hm,” Daryl nodded, your words giving him a better understanding, it’s not been easy to escape the old world and this has been one of the things that’s followed you.

“You’ll always be the most beautiful thing t’me, don’t matter what you weight, could double in size or shrink down to fit in my pocket, still think your the prettiest damn thing anyone could ever lay their eyes on,” Daryl was never one known to be good with his words so his confession was quick to bring a slight tear to your eyes, his words settling with you deeply, “‘sides, ya ass’ never looked better.”

He pulled back to take a quick peek at your behind, his hand giving you a playful spank. You threw your head back in a laugh, grateful he made some light of the situation, not being in the mood to talk in depth about your insecurities right now.

“Shut up,” you giggled before he spun you around, pulling you into his arms, his hands gravitating straight to your ass.

“‘M serious,” he smirked lightly, happy to have put a smile on your face, “got some major cushion goin’ on back there.”

You squealed as his hands squeezed your ass, a blush rising to your cheeks. It wasn’t often he was so playfully flirty but god you loved it when he was.

“Trust you to notice that,” you teased.

“‘M a hunter, gotta be observant,” the smirk never left his face as he picked you up, chuckling at your surprised squeal, guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed.

“Hm, sure, observant. If that’s what you wanna call it,” you bounced slightly as he dropped you on your back on the bed before mumbling playfully under your breath, “perv.”

“Hey,” he protested, “ya’ never complained before.”

“Who said I was complaining,” you argued back, giggling as he leant down to kiss your neck, his facial hair tickling you, “I like it when you’re pervy, boosts my ego a little.”

He scoffed into your neck, climbing on the bed between your legs.

“In that case, happy to be of service,” he pulled back to give you a smile before leaning down to press his lips to yours.

His hands ran down your sides before moving back up, his hand sliding up your shirt as he went.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled against his lips.

“What’s it look like I’m doin’,” he said plainly, “gettin’ pervy with you,” his hand slipped up to cup your breasts as his lips made their way back to your neck.

“Are you not on shift?”

Your resolve was crumbling with each press of his lips as you pulled his hand back.

“Not for a few hours, Rosita asked for a swap so I’m takin’ her night shift, got plenty of time to do what I wanna do to you until then,” his lips hardly left your body with each word he spoke, his hips shifting between your legs, pressing harder against you causing you to gasp.

“And what is it you want to do to me?” Your voice was low, almost shaky as he continued moving his hips against yours

“How ‘bout you just let me show you?” His voice had dropped an octave as his hand moved back to your breast, smirking to himself as you shivered.

You quickly nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Your hands moved to cup his face bringing his lips back to yours, not hesitating as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, eager to speed things up and get to the best part.

His hands moved to the hem of your shirt pulling back from your lips to rid you of said clothing, your bra quickly following as you mirrored his actions and started unbuttoning his shirt, his leather vest having already been removed by him himself.

“So damn beautiful,” he mumbled as his lips moved to your breast, his tongue circling your nipple before his mouth covered it completely. Shedding himself of his shirt, groaning to himself as your fingers gripped onto his bare shoulders.

You tossed your head back as he sucked, letting your hands blindly find their way to his belt, unbuckling it and popping open the button of his pants. Your hand slipping past the opening and gripping him, making him fully hard.

Daryl pulled back from your nipple, squeezing his eyes shut as he groaned deeply under his breath, “Fuck.”

He gave himself a moment to enjoy the pleasure you were giving him before moving to shift so he was sat on his knees between your thighs. His own hands now moving to pop the button on your pants, removing your shoes so he could pull down your pants and underwear. He sat for a minute, his hands on your thighs, taking in your now fully naked body.

“Ya so fucking pretty,” he growled, running a finger between your folds and dipping it a knuckle deep inside you, enjoyed your whimpers before pulling back, moving off the bed onto his feet and removing the rest of his clothes.

Your gazed ran down his body as he dropped his pants, your teeth biting into your lip as to not let any moans out as he dropped his hand to himself, rubbing himself has he knelt back between your thighs.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Dixon,” you threw back at him. He really was a sight to enjoy and boy were you going to enjoy every inch of it. He chuckled at your compliment, blush rising up his neck, not so comfortable with the attention on him so he leant back down to press his lips to yours, one hand moving to your hair as the other roamed your body. Your own hands taking their place on his back, occasionally slipping down to brush across his ass

“Want you so bad,” he groaned, his hips grinding against yours.

“You have me.”

You could see a moment of thought pass across his face before his hands tightly gripped your hips and flipped you both over, moving you to straddle him.

“I wanna see you. All of you,” he pushed you to sit upright, his eyes taking in every inch that was visible to him before they met your own, his voice practically begging you, “please.”

You nodded as you blushed, it wasn’t a position you used a lot. It was the position you felt most exposed in, that little voice in the back of your head bringing your insecurities to the forefront almost every time. That’s why he was doing this, you both knew that, he was desperate for you to get over those insecurities and understand that he found you beautiful no matter what.

“Please,” he repeated, he was desperate to see you move on top of him, desperate to get his hands on to every part of your body, desperate to see all of you as you both fell apart.

“Okay,” you whispered, who were you to say no to Daryl Dixon, especially when he was naked and begging.

Your hair fell around you as you looked down to guide him inside of you but his hands were quick to come up and push it behind your ears, wanting so badly to see your face.

Closing your eyes, your mouth drops slightly in a silent ‘o’ as he entered you. His tight grip he had on your hips probably would’ve been painful in any other situation but it just added to your pleasure.

Opening your eyes again the look on his face was enough to give you a little more confidence to start moving, his eyes were screwed shut and his nostrils were flared in deep breaths as he tried to control himself, desperate to not finish before you’d even started.

You steadied yourself for a moment, hands pressed to his chest, thighs pressed to his hips. You started off slow, gaining momentum before speeding up to a comfortable rhythm.

Daryl forced himself to open his eyes, he’d asked you to be on top so he could see you and he’d be damned if he missed it. His hand moved up from your hips to your waist, thumbs digging into the flesh of your tummy before he stroked a hand across your stomach fully, feeling your soft skin.

“You’re beautiful,” he groaned, his hands roaming any part of your body he could reach.

“I love you,” you panted, already feeling close to finishing.

“God, I love you too.”

One of Daryl's hands made its way between your thighs, your moans letting him know it's what you needed. The other hand moved around to grab at your ass, slapping the cheek his was holding before his fingers gripped into it again.

You whined before giggling at his action, leaning down to kiss him, his tongue instantly parting your lips. Your whines grew higher pitch as you neared your high, your head dropping to his neck feeling yourself losing control.

Daryl moved a hand to the side of your face, pulling you face up so he could see you.

“Lemme’ see you,” he panted, throwing his head back as you sat back up with his hands on your hips steadying you.

Sitting up was it, that’s what sent you over the edge, the shift of him inside you pressing against the perfect spot sending you into your climax. He watched as you threw your head back, enamoured by the expression on your face.

His hips started thrusting up harder, eager to reach his own climax. The pain of your blunt fingernails curling into his chest as you reeled in the aftershock was enough to send him over the edge, sitting up quick to wrap his arms around you, holding you tight as he came, growling in your neck as his hands gripped your ass.

You both slowed your thrusts against each other as you came down from your highs, daryl pressing soft kisses along your neck as you caught your breath.

You pulled back enough to press a kiss to his lips, your tongues moving together slowly, hands cupping his face as his ran across your back.

“I love you so much,” he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you more.”

“Nah, don’t even start,” he chuckled, he’d argue himself to death proving he loved you more but he didn’t have the energy right now. You laughed back, understanding the meaning behind his words.

He move to lay on his back, brining you with him as he shifted you to his side, head pressed on his chest and his hand stroking your back. The two of you taking a moment to bask in the afterglow.

Your hand traced invisible shapes on his chest, your head looked up, pressing a kiss to his chin, “Thank you.”

“For what?” He looked down confused.

“Just for always loving me, no matter what.”

“Nothin’s ever gonna stop that, y’know that right?” His hand moving to stroke your hair.

“I know,” you nodded, “me too.” Moving up his body for a moment to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

Daryl was lost in his thoughts, thinking about how lucky he was to have you in his live as you lay together, enjoying the rare time you had to just yourselves, the pensive look on his face making you break the silence.

“You good?”

He smiled down at you, kissing your head before he spoke.

“Never better.”

Thank you for reading!

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rositxespinosa · 1 year

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I changed my user from thisisparadisemylove to rositxespinosa to honor my favorite female character of twd

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winter-soldier-vibes · 1 year

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@thisisparadisemylove as requested, meet Ruby🥰✨

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fablesisters · 3 years

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Hi again! I’m always in need of inspiration and ideas. Any tips for knowing what to build on your island?

oooh boy if we’re talking tips, I’m not sure what would work for everyone but for me personally: I’ve looked for inspiration in real life places, video games, movies, anime, art, books, (my most recent island is inspired by a combination of fallout 4: far harbor and the real life island that it’s based on so I looked at both of those a lot when looking for things to add), and of course, other people in the community!

I think it helps to start with a general idea of what kind of style or theme you’d like to do with your island, like cottagecore, urban, natural, magical, whimsical, colorful/kidcore, modern, eclectic, etc. definitely don’t feel like you have to stick to one thing for your whole island, but it might help to see what kinds of things you can build that will enhance the idea you have in your head!

real places are fun to play off of because you have a lot of creative freedom to figure out how to invoke them with the stuff in the game. I’ve done a few areas based on places in my hometown or places I’ve seen pictures of and just really loved the look or feel of.

also: games, film, and tv! I think recreating places in fiction is a great way to get out of a creative block, and then you can take elements of it to influence your own style, kind of like in any kind of art. I’ve seen some beautiful takes on locations from stardew valley, ghibli movies, lord of the rings, over the garden wall, and so many other works of fiction.

if you’re stumped on what kinds of things to build (and depending on your aesthetic): this post from @puddlerun is a great resource for some individual areas, and I’m sure there are more idea lists like it around the animal crossing social media sphere!

I hope that helps (it ended up being a lot of words)!!!!

#this was longer than it sounded in my head oops #ask #tips??? i think??#thisisparadisemylove

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unearthlydust · 2 years

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I re discovered your blog and remembered how much joy it would give me. I spend quite a while on it tonight. I let other peoples opinions about Seb push me from making my own decisions and I’m glad I found you again. Much love 💗

Hi!

Thank you so much for your kind words! I hope you're doing well! Wishing you a very good night and a great week! :') 💖

#thisisparadisemylove #thanks a lot! :')#stay safe and take care! :)#unearthlydust replies

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stardew-crossingg · 2 years

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💡💰for the asks :)

💡 : What’s a feature you wish would be added to the game? Oh Man that’s a great question! I’ve always wanted the villagers to be more interactive with the furniture. I’ve also wanted more things to do with multiplayer. I’ve heard there were little mini games in previous games and I think they would be so fun in acnh! Also things like bulk crafting and bulk shopping in the Able’s Sister’s shop would be nice. And maybe more buildings. Wouldn’t it be nice if they added like a little hotel where previous villagers could come visit your island and stay for like a few days?

💰 What's your strategy for collecting bells? Honestly, I’m broke in this game😂 I mostly collect bells by selling pumpkins, bugs or sea creatures. I still haven’t even paid off my final loan lol. I know people make money by selling turnips but I never actually put much effort into doing that😅

Thank you for your ask! Do you have any features you would like to see in the game?

#acnh #acnh ask game #thisisparadisemylove

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farfromharry · 3 years

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Thank you for not feeding into/creating drama and speculation. I’ve had to unfollow a few blogs for me own sanity, so thanks for not being one of them! I love Tom and his work as an actor, but this fandom is a bit too much for me.

yeah i agree, i think people are way too invested in ‘tom and co’s’ personal lives to the point that its becoming hard to escape even as a ‘bystander’ and that’s not fair because that’s not really why we’re here yk? but i wouldn’t say you had to thank me for basically doing the bare minimum <33

#thisisparadisemylove

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userholland · 3 years

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Sometimes longer word count fics make me nervous because I have add so focusing can be difficult. I tend to read short fics/blurbs but that’s not to say I haven’t read and enjoyed longer fics too!

i like hitting that sweet middle of 4k - 5k words because i think its just enough to be long but like short enough to read where i dont lose people (?) ya know. but thank u for the input, really helps me <3

#thisisparadisemylove

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stelloids · 3 years

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Hello! I was curious if you restarted your island? I know you talked a little while back about not being happy with your current one. If so how is it going? I restarted mine a few weeks back and it’s going pretty decent. 😊

i did! both my islands are fresh and new right now. things are going fairly well in the one i’m currently focused on, right now i’m working on a lil beach carnival <3

#thisisparadisemylove

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darlingmunsons · 2 years

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Tension

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Warnings: Swearing, some suggestiveness Era: Prison era Word Count: 2.9k

Request by @thisisparadisemylove: thank you for the requests and for being patient with me lol, sorry this took much longer than i expected it too i've been busy. but i hope you enjoy and this was what you had in mind!!

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Daryl watched across the courtyard as you struggled to drag another body across the courtyard, wincing as you dropped it down into the pile of already decaying bodies. He hadn’t missed the signs of discomfort you’d been showing since you’d arrived at the prison about a week ago.

He made his way towards you, lugging the dead weight behind him. The two of you along with Rick, T-Dog and Glenn, the rest of the group staying inside to care for an injured Hershel and a very heavily pregnant Lori, had been tasked with disposing of the dead you’d managed to rid the prison of. As he dumped the body in the growing pile he watched as you fiddled with the gardening gloves you found.

“You good?” Daryl asked, pulling the bandana off the lower half of his face.

“These gloves are too big, they keep sliding off my damn hands,” you huffed, throwing the gloves to the ground in frustrating.

“Switch with me, they’ve got things ‘round the wrist, tighten them to you.” Daryl didn’t hesitate to take his own gloves off and put them on your hands for you, tightening the straps around the wrist.

“That any better?”

“Much better,” you smiled, trying to ignore the warmth from his fingers touching your wrists, “thank you.”

He nodded in response and you bent down to pick the other pair of gloves, wincing as you stood back up too quickly.

“What’s going on with that?” He asked.

“It’s nothing, just,” you sighed, moving your hands to rest on your lower back and stretching, “being out on the road and sleeping on the floor has messed my back up, thinking maybe a trapped nerve.”

“Here, turn around.” Daryl had already grabbed your shoulders and turned you before he finished speaking, “Where's it messed up?”

“Around my lower back and into my hips a little.” You replied, still wondering why he turned you around.

Daryl hummed in response, sliding his hand to your hips and digging his thumbs into the flesh of your lower back. His touch startled you slightly, you knew there was no intention behind this other than him trying to help but you couldn’t stop your mind running straight to the gutter. The feeling of his fingers digging into your hips, even over your clothes was enough to have a hot blush spread over your body.

Daryl held his breath as his thumbs dug into your back, he definitely didn’t think this through. When he first set his hand upon his hips he knew he was in trouble, the feeling of your hips sat in his hand had his head spiralling, even over your clothes your back felt soft under his thumbs. He pulled away after a moment, suddenly aware you were both still outside, catching Ricks teasing eyes as he checked your surroundings Daryl scowled at the sheriffs knowing look. He made sure to avoid your eyes as you turned back around.

Daryl cleared his throat before speaking, “Nah, don’t think it’s a trapped nerve, you’ve got a helluva lot of tension though, lotta knots. Carol gets them in her shoulders, easy enough to sort out, just gotta know how to.”

You were glad that his gaze avoided you, otherwise he may have noticed the blush that you were desperately trying to calm. You nodded at his words in response.

“Thanks,” you managed to choke out.

Daryl spoke before he could think, the feeling of your hips under his hand still on his mind.

“I uh- I can come by your cell later? If you want I mean? You know to help with that? Uh, only if you think that could help obviously,” Daryl mumbled out, instantly regretting the words as they left his mouth. Had he really just offered to come to your cell and give you a massage? God, what was he thinking? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

There was no way you’d agree to thi-

“Yeah, sure,” you interrupted his thoughts.

You said yes, oh god you said yes, fuck.

“Worth a shot, I mean if it stops me wanting to cripple over any time I move too quick or even at the wrong angle,” you chuckled, hoping to ease some of the tension between you both.

“You two done playing hooky yet?” Ricks voice cut across the other side of the pile of bodies where he and Glenn and just dumped another one.

“Yeah,” Glenn added, “too busy flirting while the rest of us are working our asses off.”

You knew he was teasing but it didn’t stop the feeling of guilt that rushed over your body.

Daryl huffed, “Man, shut the hell up,” he grumbled, stalking off to grab another dead one and bumping Glenn with his shoulder as he walked past him causing Glenn to chuckled, clearly pleased his teasing worked.

You watched as Daryl stomped off, hoping Glenn hadn’t embarrassed him too much.

Daryl stood outside the door of your cell, staring intently at the blanket you were using as a curtain for privacy, almost willing it to make the decision for him.

The last thing he’d want is to cross any lines with you but then again you had agreed to his offer so surely you’re comfortable with the idea. Maybe you were just being polite, agreeing to it to not embarrass him? God he was spiralling and quickly, if he didn’t do it now he probably wouldn’t do it at all.

His knuckles knocked against a bar on your cell door, waiting to hear your voice telling him to come in before opening the curtain and stepping into your cell, letting the curtain close behind him. Your room was lit by a couple of lanterns, enough to illuminate your room in a soft warm glow. You were laying on your back on your bunk, on arm across your forehead and the other on your stomach, staring at the ceiling. The top bunk having already been removed the first night you stayed at the prison, claiming it made you feel claustrophobic.

You sat up slightly, moving to lean on your elbows so you could get a better look at Daryl.

“Hey, didn’t think you were gonna show for a second there,” you picked at the think blanket below you nervously.

Daryl cleared his throat, “Yeah sorry, got caught up talkin’ to Rick.”

“That’s okay, I’m glad you came though,” your head hung low, suddenly feeling shy around the man you spent most of your time with.

Daryl smiled at that, to anyone else they might not have even noticed the quirk in the corner of his lips but you did, you always do.

He could feel his palms starting to sweat, he swore that was an attempt at flirting with him but if he thought too much into it he was afraid he’d bolt right back through that curtain.

“Hows your back doin’?” He stepped further into your cell.

“Not great, think lugging round all those dead bodies all afternoon did no help,” you dropped back off your elbows allowing yourself to lay fully on the bed again.

“Shoulda said somethin’, no one woulda minded if you skipped out on the heavy liftin’, not if you’re in pain.”

You shrugged, “It's good, just gotta push through shit like this if we want to get anything done round here, hope it’s gets better on its own. You’re here now though, hopefully you can help.”

“Yeah, I can try.” He nodded.

“So, how do you want me?” You knew double entendres that came with your words but it didn’t stop you, you always did enjoy teasing the archer, the blush that spread to the tips of his ears something you found adorable.

He cleared his throat, something you noticed he did when he was nervous.

“Uhm, I guess on your front? If you’re comfortable with tha’?” He kept his head low, worried about stumbling over his words.

“Yes, boss,” you saluted, slowly turning over to lie on your front.

Daryl took a moment to let his eyes cover your body as you settled on your stomach, reminding himself to breathe as he gazed over the curve of your ass. Wiping the palms of his hands on his pants he made his way to your bed, place one knee on it before swinging the other over to straddle your back.

“This okay?” He asked, trying to keep most of his weight off your back as to not hurt you and honestly cut the physical contact as much as he could.

“Perfect,” you sighed, strangely comforted by the weight of him on top of you.

Daryl nodded even though he knew you couldn’t see him. He seriously had to get a hold of himself, this isn’t even the closest you two had been. While you were out on the road, before the prison the two of you had grown closer.

The air was heavy after the farm fell, losing Andrea and Shane followed you all around but you specifically, you weren’t necessarily close with either of them but that didn’t make their deaths any easier. So while on the road you started tagging along with Daryl when he went hunting, hoping some time away from the group could help clear your head. It’s not that you didn’t like them, you loved them in fact, but sometimes it all got too much for you and Daryl could see that so he let you join him. From there you formed a close bond, for some reason beyond him, you just made him feel comfortable, he trusted you and felt safe with you and visa versa.

One really cold night, maybe the coldest you’d experienced was the night you got the closest. You’d fortunately managed to find shelter in an abandoned house but that didn’t stop the numb feeling in your fingers and the chattering of your teeth. Everyone was asleep but you couldn’t get warm enough to even consider it, the fire had gone out for safety reason and you’d given your extra blanket to a pregnant Lori.

Daryl watched across the room as you shivered, sleep escaping him for the same reason as you. Also the fact he was worried about you added to the problem, he swore he could hear your teeth clashing as you shivered. He struggled with the internal debate on whether to help, his shyness almost taking over but as he watched you wipe and your numb nose for the countless time he made his decision. You hadn’t even noticed Daryl had made his way to you until he was sat next to you, shoulder pressed to yours

“C’mon,” he whispered lifting his poncho up in front of him, leaving enough room for you to fit.

“But-,” you tried to dispute but you couldn’t get past the first word before Daryl cut you off.

“Nah, c’mon, ya gonna freeze your ass off.”

You smiled shyly, moving your way to between his legs, ducking under his poncho and leaning back against his chest.

“Thank you,” your words were barely about a whisper but he heard you.

“No problem,” his breath was warm as he whispered back, “stays between us though, yeah?”

You knew he was teasing and despite the cold and your lack of energy you couldn’t stop yourself teasing back.

“Right, of course. Can’t have people knowing you’re a big softie.”

He chucked at your words but said no more, allowing you both to warm up and eventually drift off to sleep.

“Yoohoo, earth to Daryl,” your voice startled him out of his memory, grateful you were facing away from him so you didn’t see his blush.

“Right sorry, I just-,” he cleared his throat, getting his mind back on track,“sorry. So you said lower back right?”

“Yeah, lower back and then round into my hips.”

Daryl tried to keep his mind clear as he slip his hands to your hips, letting his thumbs dig into the flesh of your lower back like he did earlier that day in the field.

“Here?”

You groaned as his dug his thumbs in, “Uh, yeah.”

“Right, unbutton your pants,” the words left daryl mouth before he could even consider the innuendo that came with it.

You let out a quick loud, laugh. You knew what he meant, you knew he just wanted you to move your pants past your hips so he has better access to your back.

“Well, Mr Dixon, I didn’t think this was those types of massages. Do I need to pay extra for this?” You teased, still laughing as you slid your hands under you to do as he asked, shuffling your pants past your hips to expose your lower back.

Daryl ran his hands over his face and held them there for a moment as he blushed.

“That ain’t- that ain’t what I meant and you know that,” his voice was muffled behind the hands that were still covering his face before he pulled them away.

“Whatever you say.”

He could practically hear the smirk on your face, he was annoyed but mostly annoyed at himself at how easy he set himself up with his own words. Just a little annoyed at you for your quick whit.

He kept his mouth shut, not wanted to add anymore fuel to the fire. He pushed your shirt up past your hips, ignoring the soft skin of your hips as his finger tips brushed against you. Once your back and hips were fully exposed he got to work, starting off gently and slowly digging his fingers into your love handles. God, you were so soft.

The soft whimpers and groans that left your lips as he dug further, using a little more force to get the knots out of your back, were noises that he was sure were going to stay with him forever.

“That feel okay?” He mumbled, not sure you’d hear him because of how relaxed you seemed.

“Feels amazing,” you sighed, sinking further into the thin mattress you were on.

Daryl carried on, keeping the same pace as not to push too far and hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. About ten minutes had gone by of you both sat in a comfortable silence, Daryl’s hand following a now familiar path around your hips and oh my god did you just moan?

Oh god you moaned. What did you do, fuck, you can’t believe you let that noise slip past your lips. He heard it too, you know he did, the way his hands halted on your hips and he sucked in a breath told you he heard you. What are you even supposed to say? ‘Hey sorry Daryl it’s just been so long since I’ve had the touch of another human that I couldn’t even handle you digging the knots out of my back?’ No, fuck no, god could you get anymore pathetic.

You shifted slightly underneath him, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

Daryl gasped as you shifted again, your ass brushing up against his crotch. That was it, he was gone. The arousal he’d been trying his hardest to hold back since he entered your cell had made itself known.

You felt it, you knew it and he knew it.

Daryl Dixon was on top of you with a boner. And honestly it turned you on.

The silence continued for another moment before Daryl cleared his throat.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he climbed off you, keeping his back to you as he stood, “I- uh, sorry, it’s just-“

“I get it,” you cut him off, rolling onto your back and sitting up, “I’m sure we’ve all gone just as long without being with anyone, slighted touch will set you off.”

You kept your eyes in your lap, the truth in your words so obvious and still embarrassed from your moans before. Daryl adjusted the front of his pants, finding the guts to turn to face you, your words comforting him slightly, the thought of you having the same types of feelings was a relief

“Right,” he nodded, turning around but still not quite catching your eye.

The tension between you two was palpable and it was almost too much.

“Anyway,” you decided to change the subject, “my back feels much better.”

“Good, ‘m glad,” he finally met your gaze, “can’t be carrying your load of the work much longer.” He was teasing you, the tension lifting slightly.

“Right, looks like you’re carrying too big a load as it is,” you teases right back, your gaze quickly dropping to his crotch before back up to his blushing face.

“Whatever,” he scoffed, annoyed that you’d out-wit him again, turning to leave your cell, quick to escape you before you made him blush any more if that was even possible.

You smirked, climbing off the bed to follow him out of your cell, stopping at the door.

“Thank you though. Seriously, I really appreciate it,” you said sincerely.

He shot you a shy smile, “Any time, it’s no problem. Now, you should get some sleep.”

You nodded as he walked through the curtain, watching until he was a few feet away.

“Hey, Dixon,” you called after him, waiting until he’d turned around before continuing, a smirk gracing your face, “if you ever want the favour returning or need a hand with anything, I mean anything, you know where to find me.” Your gaze dropped to his crotch once more, moving back up to catch his eye one last time. Taking a second to take in his wide eyes and slightly agape mouth before turning back into your cell and closing your curtain for the night, the smirk never leaving your face.

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