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feral!daryl who has his eyes set on you the minute he walked into Alexandria, not creepily—just curious, observant.

feral!daryl who knows exactly when and where you were looking at him from, he knows when your eyes were on him.

feral!daryl who gifted you a dead possum and gutted it for you and left it on your porch as he watched in a distance to see you enjoying his gift.

feral!daryl who follows you to protect you once you started enjoying his company even though the alexandrians thought he was weird and off-putting.

feral!daryl who looks into your window at night, to see if you’re safely sleeping but instead he found you with your hands in between his legs moaning his name.

feral!daryl who runs into the woods and leaned against a tree as he desperately took his pants out to take out his fat hard cock after seeing you pleasure yourself with him on your mind. he would grunt and growl with nothing but you in his mind.

feral!daryl who starts sniffing you, your hair, your neck when you hug him, he would do it subtly—not in a way that it would seem weird because he was addicted to your scent.

feral!daryl who was so addicted in smelling you as he starts stealing your dirty panties, clothes, anything that would remind him of you.

feral!daryl who sniffed your panties every night, growling into the material as he pumped his cock, cumming to just your scent and your scent alone. now even the smell of your hair gets him hard.

feral!daryl who didn’t get scared when you caught him. instead he told you to run.

feral!daryl who hunted you down in alexandria, seeing your tracks easily for him to follow, almost like you wanted him to find you.

feral!daryl who found you and tied your hands behind your back as he pushed you against the tree because he knows how long you wanted him.

feral!daryl who would kneel, breathing in the musky scent of your pussy as you desperately begged him to do something.

feral!daryl who fucked you hard against the tree, keep grunting in your ear about how you were begging to be bred by him.

feral!daryl who would carry you back to your home taking care of you after he just fucked you so hard you could barely walk.

feral!daryl who would just sit there in between your legs watching the cum inside your pussy drip out because he knows he had marked you as his territory.

Imagine downgrading from loser trashy rocker Norman to that discount Ken doll. Couldn't be me

Norman Reedus in “A Lot Like Love” 2005

Merle mentioned, he's gone but not forgotten <3 Credits onscreen

Debate over what's cooler — Daryl's vest or Negan's jacket

Norman: The vest. Sorry, bro.

Jeffrey: The jacket.

Norman: The vest.

Jeffrey: The jacket.

Norman: Are you kidding me? I've got wings.

gif @daryl-dixon-daydreams

Y/N, wiping sweat from her forehead: I’m sweating in places I didn’t know I had sweat glands.

Daryl, aggressively shoving a water canteen into her chest: Drink.

Y/N: You just gave me some three minutes ago.

Daryl, squinting through sweaty hair: I said drink. If ya drop from heatstroke out here, s’me that’s gotta carry your ass back to camp, an’ s’too damn hot for all that. Drink the damn water.

Y/N, smiling softly: I love you.

Daryl, grumbling: Love ain’t gon’ haul ya back through this heat. Drink.

Y/N, still smiling: Mhm.

Daryl, mumbling ever so quietly: Love ya too.