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This is just how I think he would show his affection or simply act in a relationship. And yes I did add some freaky stuff at the end. Enjoy reading!!(⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

In the beginning this man would try to pretend as if all that's happening is not making him go crazy. The person who makes him feel heard and accepted was right now beside him. Kissing his forehead, calling him handsome and joking around— this is so bizzare for him, after all the only relationships he has witnessed in his life were the ones between Merle and random girls he would bring over to their house or his father with his mother. One thing he knew was that he did not want to end up making his relationship with yours the hell he saw growing up.

He was attentive, far more than he is with others, he would smile warmly whenever you talked about something you liked, at night when you were fast asleep he would kiss your forehead. His eyes would memorize each and every detail, just incase..incase he ever lost you. He would not be so obvious about the fact that he was so attentive towards you, he would pretend as if it was all normal and meant nothing serious until you would come back from a run wounded up. He would start investigating every other person who was on the run with you. "Was it someone? A walker?" He would question.

To him, showing love was showing you cared and remembered, and that's exactly how he showed you his love. He would find something that you mentioned and would smile whenever he would come across it. If it's an item he would try his best to bring it over to you. "Ya told me you liked this...here." he thought he was being discrete with this, but everyone knew. Everyone knew that this is just Daryl showing his love to his lover, and it's best to leave him at that. It honestly made them giggle, watching a man who can kill a whole herd by himself get so shy when it came to giving something like a pack of skittles.

Daryl is not a big fan of PDA, but he is quite touch starved. He would have to hold himself straight just so he wouldn't melt in your hands. He loves you touching his arms, and his hair. He would sometimes lay his head on your lap, he won't say it— nope! But he wants you to run your hands through his hair, slide your fingers through his messy hair after a long day and talk to him as if the world outside is nothing but a nightmare. This man's weak spot is his nape, you can try caressing it and his ears would go red. He would try to pretend it's nothing but the more your hand roams around that area the more flustered he gets. At a point he would simply walk away, make a dumb excuse like, "gotta go talk to Rosita about..the knives..".

Now for the freaky part (never wrote freaky stuff, I'm scared)

This man is submissive in bed. Yup I said it! Of course he doesn't mind taking the lead but he most likely prefers someone else talking him through it. He would love for you to grab his hair and guide him through it. Pull his face close whenever he is all teary eyed and close to his climax.

He has a praise and breeding kink. He never said it out loud but it was obvious by his reaction to whenever you would call him "Good boy" and whatnot during intimacy. His ears would turn red, his eyes wouldn't find their way to you, his member would slowly get aroused by just hearing you call him out over his obedience. As for his breeding kink, i believe it would be quite expected during an apocalypse where condoms are rare. He wouldn't admit it but his breeding kink was ignited the first time the two of you initiated intimacy. You would mention it and he would pretend as if his teary eyed, whimpering reaction to finally being able to have his climax inside you was nothing.

For when he is dominant, he makes sure your comfort comes first. Especially if it is your first time. He would gently guide you through it, making sure to give you time to breathe and adjust to his size. His eyes would stay focused on your moans and groans, each sound is music to his ears. His hands would stay on your hips, making sure to keep you lowered. But one thing stays the same, this man does whimper.

His aftercare isn't something extravagant, he would already have a glass of water beside you by the time you relaxed. He would lay beside you and massage where you felt sore till you said so. He would constantly ask you if he hurt you or anything wrong as he knew the last person he wanted to act like after or even during something so sensitive is his brother or father. He wouldn't immediately leave, he would quietly sit there, not wanting to leave you side. (Also he isn't one to ignore you after sex and pretend y'all were nothing)

Well I do hope you guys liked it because honestly I was and am really scared about the freaky part as I am not the best at writing that so if it comes off as an awkward attempt to put my thoughts out there please understand I'm still learning and getting the hang of this.ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

This is basically how I think your relationship with him would evolve. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did while writing this. I'm honestly in love with this. Enjoyyyy!

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Daryl is a sheep disguised as a wolf. He knows that he had a habit of trusting people easily and getting easily heartbroken when he loses them. And that's why he formed a wall, a wall thick enough to protect both parties. He would never let his guard off around you. His hand would be stationed near his crossbow while his eyes took note of your moves. It would be slow— the process of you gaining his trust. Each run, conversation, fight, they all count. You would know you have his trust when he feels comfortable enough to let you tend to his wounds, hold him at his lowest, and trust your plan.

He would place his hand on your shoulder, letting you know he can handle them and you should rest. His eyes would go right back at you after he's done tending to the problem. His eyes would glimmer, hoping that you saw it. This becomes a small habit of his that he finds hard to let go of. Every time he would accomplish anything with you around, his eyes would seek you.

He would often remember things you said from months ago and when he would spot anything related to what you said a small smile would form across his face. After you tell him your favourite flower he would seek that flower on runs. And whenever he would spot that colourful glow from afar, he would secretly wish it was that flower. If it happened to be said flower, he would keep it in his vests pocket till he reaches you.

He doesn't realise it's love. He doesn't really know what it means to feel butterflies or moonstruck. He would be confused by why whenever you are close he wishes to stay in that moment. Honestly, he is a loser in love. It's quite ridiculous that even Carol would know about his love before him, she would put you in situations so that the two of you have to work together. And the moment he finally realises, he is not the happiest. He believes that after all these years, after all the people he has lost that love is just "not his thing". He would start avoiding extra work with you as he believes that avoidance is the solution to such "problems"— ofcourse this man doesn't last long without thinking about you. From time to time he would very casually drop by Carol and ask about you. Very discreetly ask if you mentioned him. (And Carol being Carol would bluntly tell him to just confess already.)

Daryl is not one to confess with an "I love you" and a passionate make out. His "I love you"s are rare but one way he sure does express his feelings are by his actions. He would walk upto you under the moon's glow and hand you something you mentioned so long ago that you question how he even managed to get it. You would stand there in utter disbelief while this man prepares to confess just the way he practiced a million times in his head. "If you ever want anything else..tell me..." And there he stood, ears red, preparing to say I love you but those words never left his lips, instead he says something far better "Ye're very important to me y'know...very.". Even under the low glimmer of moonlight you could see his cheeks turning red.

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‼️These are just my own headcanons, please do not take them personally.‼️

•Daryl knows how to sew. Only carol knows about it— she walked in on him fixing his vest with the precision of a professional.

•he has a huge appetite. He could eat big portions in one sitting without gaining any visual weight before the apocalypse.

•His favourite ice cream flavour is coconut. And he loves tiny bits of coconut sprinkled over it.

•Daryl is a big fan of forehead kisses. Give him one and watch his ears turn as red as Tomatoes.

•He has amazing memory— he can remember everything from a week ago. Even the tiniest detail.

•He hates cheesy pet names. So much so that he will visibly cringe if anyone calls him "baby" or "handsome".

•He pretends to hate gossip but he will sit down, put away his crossbow just to listen to some hot gossip. All this while pretending to do something like, cleaning his crossbow.

Here are some things that I believe relate back to Daryl Dixon. Moments of his that are canon— to me.

This might feel slightly rushed, but I am fighting the urge to go to bed as I write this. If you have any more of your own ideas , do write them down.

"Daryl is not very verbal when it comes to his love. He won't say "i love you" so casually. His actions are enough to show you how much you truly mean to him. He would see you crying and his mind would immediately rush with things that could've gone wrong— wrong enough to make you sob. He would sit beside you, keeping a safe distance, gently ask what's wrong . He would let you rant or simply cry out your feelings before placing his hand over your shoulder. He won't say it'll be okay, because he knows the world both of you live in has no predictable "okay" day. Instead he would simply tell you "I'm here for you" or something like "it wasn't your fault" before letting peaceful silence consume both of you.

Daryl is not a very good singer, but times his voice becomes as soft as cotton and as smooth as ice. He would hold Judith close to his chest before reciting the only lullaby he remembers. This short and sweet lullaby his mom used to sing. He remembers it word by word because young Merle would sing it to him. The first time he sang it was in the prison when everyone was asleep and Judith couldn't sleep. He looked around before starting the recitation of the only lullaby that held his childhood in one. It made him slightly teary eyed, remember his childhood before all this.

Daryl hates summer. This man despises it as if the season cussed out his whole family. He would go out on a run during summer and 99% of the time he would complain (Mutter)about the insects during this season or how he's simply too sweaty, even for his standards. Carol would have to remind him that the last time he showered was 2 weeks ago, reminding him that it's his choice to stay smelly and sweaty. He simply wouldn't get near anyone, not even let anyone sit on the backseat of his bike.

I'm genuinely so happy that you guys enjoyed the first Daryl post of mine. I hope you guys enjoy this just as much as the other post of mine over him. Thank you so much and enjoy reading!!

Daryl never considered himself handsome, it never occurred to him why someone like him could be in such a category. In the prison, people would often stop just to look at him. Their eyes would follow his hair that would fall so perfectly, to his smooth jawline to his amazing build. It wasn't until one random night that you called him a "pretty boy". He just stared at you for a second before giving you a rough "whatever". But he could feel his cheeks burning, just hearing that from you had him as embarrassed as a teenage boy.

Daryl made it a habit to bring out your weapon along with his whenever it came to cleaning. He would sit there, patiently cleaning your gun and knife. Unbeknownst to you, while you were helping around the community, he was calmly sharpening your knife. You always wondered how it never went dull. Until one night when you stumbled onto him sitting on the porch, sharpening it. He didn't look up, just said "looked dull.." in his low tone. This is him showing he cared, even if it's in the most silent ways you have come to appreciate it more and more each day.

My second post!! Thank you so much for all the love and support on my first post. I hope this one is just as good as the last one as I really enjoyed coming up with such scenarios.

Rick is a busy man. He carries everyone's hopes and lives over his shoulders everyday. He doesn't need a huge meal with a beer after all that work— he sits down beside you with this exhausted look and a weary smile that expresses his appreciation for your presence. He will ask about your day in a low voice, and listen to you rant with his hand slowly rubbing circles over your palm.

Rick wears button ups not for style but because he finds it the closest to his old uniform. It evokes a sense of responsibility— the same responsibility he had before all this. Every once in a while he would wake up to the sight of your body wrapped in it. Or he would spot you helping out the community in his shirt, sleeves rolled up and messily tucked in.

This is my first time uploading anything I write online. Also, I'm quite new to The walking dead. I'm only on season 7, meaning all my headcanons and scenarios will be based on the events before the 7th season. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this.

Daryl wouldn't be this rough man who makes out with you in a forest. He's vanilla, he prefers to keep the PDA stuff for more private hours. There are times when you're sitting beside him on a couch and he lays his head on your lap, just so you can play with his hair.

Unlike others (Glenn & Maggie, Rick & michonne) relationship, he's the same with you like he is with others but with a dash of care and attention. He will walk beside you instead of staying at the front with Rick. After every encounter with a herd he always checks you for bites or scratches.