Daryl isn’t one to hide his affection for you, he simply expresses it in ways that most people miss if they aren’t looking close enough.
Whenever one of you comes back from a supply run and you spot the other, he doesn’t hesitate to pull you in for a hug.
Whenever everyone is huddled around a campfire, he never moves away from you no matter how close you get. If you sit flush against him with your arms and legs touching, he welcomes the warmth but doesn’t address it.
Whenever you two are working together and he gets a cut somewhere, he doesn’t push you away when you gently grab him to see if he’s okay.
Whenever you two are in the back of the truck, he gets out first and turns back with his hand out incase you need it. If it were anyone else getting out the truck after him, it wouldn’t even occur to him to offer his hand.
Sure, Daryl isn’t the type to profess his love from the rooftop or pull you in for a kiss when there’s an audience, but everyone can see how he’s softer with you than anyone else.
They see the way he doesn’t pull away from your touch, the way his shoulders relax when you’re with him, and even the way he starts to expect some small affectionate gesture when you pass by.
He may not be the ideal man for pda, but he never denies himself your affection. He considers himself to be a very lucky man.
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Getting you knocked up was definitely not on Kenma’s bingo card. Established relationship. (Deeply in love btw)
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Your relationship with Kenma has always been filled with the best experiences you could ever imagine. He was attentive and really clingy which was not what most people thought- aside from his viewers knowing that he had you as his long term girlfriend, they never knew much of your personal life with him.
He never wanted to reveal too much of your relationship on the internet because of the cons that comes with it and how they’d tease him if they saw how clingy he was in private. One time you walked in on him while streaming and he was really attentive with you. They teased him about that for weeks. When Kuroo posted a photo of the two of you cuddling in the couch on twitter, they teased him until he went trending.
You started dating at the end of 3rd year high school and it has been 5 years since. The both of you had stable- if not successful lives and a lot of people have asked about your plans on getting married while you answered that it would eventually happen.
Kenma has always said he will marry you ever since you started dating. He was already planning on proposing to you; until a much bigger event happened to the both of you. Probably the biggest and the most important event of your lives.
You got pregnant.
It was a random morning during your girls day. You’ve spent the night on your friend’s apartment along with your other girl friends. It was normal for your friend group to tease one another about being pregnant.
The night before, you keep complaining about a pain in your stomach, like a diarrhea or something. Then one of your friends said “What if you’re pregnant?”
It was silly and normal to tease amongst you and your friends. Then you realized.
“Actually I just remembered- I think I’m late…”
“Wait really?” they asked. “When was your last period?”
“I forgot,” you laughed, nervousness creeping in your body. “I think two months ago or- I don’t know.”
“Holy shit, for real?”
“Yeah, but that always happens so I really didn’t think much.”
“Remember that pregnancy scare she had last year? It was so funny.” You all laughed.
“You should take a test,” they said half serious, half joking.
You always wanted to have your own family- with Kenma of course, but he wasn’t really the best with kids. Of course your friends knew about it, you just had a few pregnancy scares in the past so they were still teasing about it. They knew how much you love each other.
And so, the next morning in your friend’s apartment, you took a test. They bought 3 different brands of pregnancy test kits just to be sure. While waiting for the results, they started filming because they said it was ‘just to look back at either the pregnancy scare or actual pregnancy.’
“Hey momma, ya nervous?” One of your them asked.
“Of course I am, even Kira would be nervous if she had to take a pregnancy test,” you said, teasing your lesbian friend.
“Okay everyone, put your bets in, is it a girl or a boy?” you all laughed.
“Hey I’m your aunty and I think you’re gonna be a girl,” one of them says.
The timer to reveal the test results suddenly rang. You all gathered in the middle of the living room to check.
“Wait- before we check, let’s guess if it’s positive or negative,” Kira says. Majority voted for negative while Kira said positive.
You slowly check one test that had a 99% accuracy rate. As you look at the result you froze, mouth agape. They immediately took notice and checked the test on your hands.
“WHAT?!”
“No way…”
“Oh my-”
You slowly covered your face with your hands as tears started to roll down your face. It was surreal, what would he say? What would your parents say? You were nervous.
Sure you were stable enough to build a family but it was definitely not in your bingo card. You wanted a child but it was too early, you weren’t even married yet. Hell, what if Kenma doesn’t want this? What if he leaves?
Your friends gathered around you and formed a group hug.
“What if he doesn’t want this?”
“Hey, it’s okay! I’m sure it’ll work out.”
“Kenma loves you very much and we can all see it, leave your worries for later.”
“Do you want to go to a doctor later? It’s only 8 in the morning, we have plenty of time on the afternoon”
Your friends assured you while you continue to cry.
Sure enough, later that day, you went to the hospital for a check up and confirmed you were actually pregnant. Your friends decided to go back with you on your apartment to help you think about things.
While you were on the car on the way back, your worries started to creep in again.
“What if he gets angry and leaves?” tears started to roll down your face once again, maybe it was the hormones or just pure overthinking.
“Y/n, if he gets angry at you for being pregnant, we will personally kick his ass”
“Yeah, that’s his child, duh?” your friend rolled her eyes at the idea. “He stuck his dih up in there and won’t take responsibility? Kinda doesn’t sound like him don’t you think?”
“Plus I’m sure he has a plan on marrying you already,” it sounded odd for them to say, you still had no idea about his plan on proposing to you after all, while they had because he obediently asked for their blessing and ideas.
“You should call him over tonight so you won’t overthink too much, it’s bad for you,” they smiled at you.
You abide and called Kenma to come over. At around 7 pm you heard a knock at your door and opened it to see Kenma.
“Hi baby,” he greets as he pecked your lips. “how was your girls day?”
“It was…” you laughed nervously. “eventful?”
“Oh, that’s great I guess?” he noticed how nervous you looked. “Are you okay?”
“Kenma, there’s something important that I need to tell you,” you looked at him in the eyes.
“Yeah, you said over the phone. What is it?”
“Let’s go to my room, my friends are still here.”
You walked towards your room as he followed behind you and greeted your friends as the two of you walked past them. As you reached your room, he closed the door and sat on your bed while you took out the envelope containing the result.
“Babe you look really tense, what is it?” he asked.
“Kenma, please don’t get upset,” you sat beside him and faced his direction.
“What? Why?” he started to worry.
You looked at him and took a deep breath in, handing him the envelope. He looked at the envelope and took out the contents to see the medical results.
The moment his eyes dropped down to the ultrasound- he froze. At this point, you were holding your tears back with everything in you.
“Are you… mad?” Kenma quickly snapped out of his trance and looked at you.
“What- no. I’m just… shocked,” he still looked lost. “Is this real? You’re not joking right?”
“Why would I joke about it?”
“Nothing, it’s just- too sudden,” he looked back at the test results. He didn’t know what to feel.
“Do you not want this?” you asked, tears slowly falling from your eyes.
“What?” he looked at you and saw the tears coming out of your eyes. “Babe, can we stop talking about what I feel? How about you? Are you happy with this?”
You couldn’t help the tears anymore and sobbed. “Of course I am,” you sniffled. “But I’m scared of what you’d think of it, I’m scared that you might not want this-“
“Please stop saying that I don’t want this,” he pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you. “I want whatever you want. If you’re happy then I’m ecstatic. I just don’t know how to react now.”
“I’m sorry, this wasn’t a part of our plans,” you sobbed on his chest.
“Things don’t always go according to our plan, it’s okay,” he rubbed your back. “And it’s mostly my fault, I’m the one who ca-“
“Please don’t say that right now,” you chuckled.
He kissed your temple and your shoulder. “Don’t stress yourself, we’ll figure it out.”
“Aren’t you scared?” There was a moment of silence.
“I am. I’m very scared. I’d just hate to show it right now,” he groaned. “I don’t even know how to handle kids.”
“What about your career?”
“Why are you so worried about me? Be more worried about yourself. You’re growing a literal human in you,” he scolded you.
You finally stopped sobbing and looked at him.
“You still have another problem,” he looked at you in confusion. “My dad might kill you for impregnating me before marriage.”
“Oh shit. Can we just not tell him ‘til you give birth? I still wanna see my child.”
You laughed with him as your worries ease. It was great to have a boyfriend that accepted every challenge together with you.
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When Kenma pokes his head into your room, it's almost three o'clock in the morning. He's just finished his Friday night stream, but the quiet he'd expected when slipping his headphones off is not there. Instead, there's a whimpering noise he can hear through the wall, muffled enough that his mic hadn't caught it but loud enough that he's immediately concerned.
He'd knocked twice, quietly murmuring your name, but you'd only let out more whimpers, almost pained. You must be having a nightmare, he reasons, letting himself into your room and trying not to feel guilty.
The blankets have been kicked to the floor, your pajamas riding up in places that he won't let himself notice, because he's worked very hard over the last three years to ignore any hint of anything that isn't roommate-friendly. Not for your sake, because you're not shy at all about boundaries or personal space or anything. Why would you be? You're his best friend.
No… It's entirely for his sake. For his sanity. If he lets himself want to see you in this way — be near you in this way — he won't ever recover.
So he pretends he doesn't see you like this and moves to your side, one hand on your shoulder. You're sweating, your skin sticky and your breath coming out in uneven pants. Your eyebrows are screwed up tight, like you're hurting.
"Hey," he whispers, mumbling your name. He shakes you when you don't stir. "Y/n. C'mon. You gotta get up."
Your body jerks with sudden consciousness, and your eyes fly open. When your gaze finds his, Kenma's spine tightens.
Your pupils are dilated, and your eyes are glazed over with something heated.
"Koz?"
A shiver runs down the length of his body, starting from the crown of his head.
He brushes it off. "Yeah. You were having a nightmare." When you just blink up at him, hazy and lost, he presses his palm against your forehead. "You good?"
Your breath hitches, and you lift your hands to your face, groaning. "Yeah. All good."
He gets the sense that you're lying. "Was it bad?"
"Mhm," you breathe. "Bad."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Nope," you laugh, shaking your head and reaching for the blankets with trembling fingers. "Definitely not."
Kenma shakes his head, resolved to never hearing about this mystery nightmare. And then, as you're tugging the blankets over your legs, he watches your thighs clench together tight.
His mouth is suddenly quite dry. "Oh."
You pause, glancing at his face. When you see what he's looking at, you yank the blankets up to your chin. "Koz-"
"Sorry," Kenma laughs, a little delirious. He looks around, standing from your bed with an urgency that he's never felt before. "My bad. I'll go."
"Wait-" Your fingers snag on his wrist. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dream about you-"
"About-" Kenma blinks down at you, his eyes wide. "About who? About-What?"
You stare, your hand covering your mouth. "Oh, god."
He echoes you. "Oh, god." When you sink under your blankets, murmuring 'please go away', he's quick to listen. "Yep. Got it."
"Wait!" you call out, just as he's rushing through the doorway. He stops, staring out into the hallway while you stay silent. "Come back…" Kenma doesn't move, trying to decide if this is real or if you're about to stab him for even knowing about this dream, which was entirely out of your control and which he's totally okay pretending never happened.
But then your voice changes. Thickens with nerves, with something stronger. "Koz… Come back?"
He's at the foot of your bed before he can think of any logical reason not to be, staring down at the blankets and doing his very best not to look into that heated gaze he knows you've got.
Your breath is stuttered, nervous. "Can I ask for something?"
He'd give you anything, even the thing he knows is coming. "Yeah. Yes."
"Will you-" Your voice going quiet, whispered and uncertain. "Will you help me?"
Kenma's eyes flit about the dark of your room. He's coming concerningly close to the end of his rope of self-control. "With?"
"Kenma-"
He shudders visibly, even in the moonlight. You only call him by his name when you're about to say something real. Something heavy.
"Please help me." When he doesn't answer, just shifting his weight and curling his fists into his pockets, you visibly shrink in your bed. "Or-Unless you don't-"
"I want to," he blurts, carding his fingers through his hair and tugging hard. "I definitely want to. I just-" He doesn't finish his sentence, just sitting next to you, within arms' reach. When you tug on his hoodie, he lets you drag him down over you, his sigh heated against your skin. "Are you sure?" he asks. "You just had a dream. It's okay if it's just that. You can't control them."
Your hand trails up his chest and curls around the hair at the base of his neck, playing with it softly. He shivers, a hand brushing across your waist and planting into the mattress at your side, caging you in.
"I don't have dreams about any of my other friends, Koz," you whisper. "But I've lost track of how many have been about you."
His eyes find yours, close and wide and shocked. "Wha-"
"Please, Kenma. I want this."
There's only a moment of silence, and then Kenma is dropping his lips to yours.
Your breath hitches against his mouth, your lips parting, and he's desperate enough to just push his tongue past them right away, all pretense and hesitation leaving his body in a moment of pure weakness. His fingers slide against your waist, dipping under the hem of your shirt and pressing firmly against the warmth of your tummy.
He shuffles nervously over you, following the lead you set. Following the arch of your back with a press of his fingertips against your spine. Following the moan of his name with the moan of yours. Following the spread of your thighs with the slot of his hips between them.
When he rolls his hips, you bury your fingers in his hair and whine, the sound high-pitched and needy. He can feel your heartbeat between your thighs, pulsing against him rapidly and picking up every time he does something new.
His fingers hook under one knee, tugging you around his waist as he starts to roll against you with an unsteady rhythm. His breath is getting heavy, but so is yours. Every push of himself against you is accompanied by the harsh shove his breath past his lips, dizzying and hot and slick with saliva. He feels you start to tug on his hair, little grunts of need getting caught in his throat.
"More," you whisper, your hips clumsy and rough whenever you reciprocate his eager desperation. "More, Koz, please." He presses down harder, his rolls lasting longer and pushing particulary close at the peak. He can feel his pants slipping down his waist, and he knows they're going to be gone soon. Especially with the way your pretty hips keep shimmying up against him, like you're trying to stamp the imprint of his cock against your soaked panties.
"More-Kenma-"
Kenma groans into your mouth, nipping your bottom lip between his teeth. "You sure?"
"Please," you whine, shifting back and forth. "Take them off-"
He doesn't need to hear anything else, his sweats and underwear shoved down to his thighs in an instant. The slot of his cock against your panties is torture, soaking wet torture. The noises coming from between your thighs is obscene. He chases it, curious about what it would sound like without the fabric. If it's just skin on skin, wet and warm and desperate-
"More-"
"Oh, god," he moans, slipping two trembling fingers under the gusset of your panties. "Please tell me you're sure-"
"'m sure, Koz, please, god-"
The fabric tears slightly when he yanks it aside, but neither of you hear it over the moans that echo around you when Kenma slides his cock between your folds.
It's as messy as he'd hoped, loud and lewd and sticky and everything he's ever dreamed of. He hopes it's what you've dreamed of, too.
"Is this what you wanted?" he grunts, hips slapping against your skin as he ruts desperately against you. "Is this what you were dreaming about tonight?"
Your breath stutters, chest rising and falling unevenly. "N-No-"
Kenma's heart nearly stops. But it picks up again when you reach between your legs and find his cock, your fingers making his thighs shake.
"No," you repeat, panting. And then you line up the tip of him against your entrance, leaving it there for him to take the final step when he's ready. "More, Kenma. Please."
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fem!reader , outdoor sex , kinda rough , kinda dark ? daryl licks you , just unhygienic lol. ۶ৎ
this shit is so ridiculous, all of it. these people just strolling the streets, walking dogs, caring about what they’re wearing. daryl can’t say yes to that, yet. he’s not like you, who surrendered immediately to the relief of that normalcy.
you were one of the first in the group to shower. you jumped for joy wriggling into fresh clothes. you probably brushed your teeth for forty five minutes. contrasting your lover who spent his first few hours gutting a possum on a freshly cleaned porch.
it doesn’t bother you. you’re obviously not above possum at this point. but you notice how it bothers him, the pressure to conform again to the remnants of society. you go out there with him as much as he needs until he’s ready. the community takes notice, and then you’re recruiting, going outside for a purpose.
you've been out here searching together five days, essentially stranded and about fiftyish? miles from home. you thought you'd lose a bit of your touch after the pause in chaos, softened or pampered from the safety of the walls — but none of this is unfamiliar. the sun blaring down on you without mercy, fresh blood drying sticky on your skin, daryl huffing in your ear from behind, pressing you roughly into the side of a tree.
"dar—hmmrph! fuck, daryl— so rough!”
daryl smooths your hair to the side, pushing your face into the bark while he’s at it. the rotting walkers on the road a few steps away catch your view, familiar. almost welcoming. you close your eyes and arch into him, swallowing the vague taste of iron.
“so fuckin’ nice, look so fuckin’ good,” he makes sure you feel how hard he is, groaning extra long when your ass rubs against him from your squirming. “need you right here. now.”
this is exactly where he needs to be. this is what he knows. it’s like being home in some backwards way and you understand that. seeing you energized from your kills has him antsy. not to mention, you’re absolutely glistening under the heat. and your natural musk is on ten. daryl cannot help himself.
he breathes into your neck hungrily, trading your skin for his oxygen. his free hand ungracefully feels under your tank, squeezing hard like he’s molding you into something only for him. you whine like he’s succeeded.
“know you’re drippin’, baby. can fuckin’ smell it… shit.”
that makes you clench and daryl knows. he’s ripping your jeans down before you can help. your exposed slick wafts to his nose and fuck, he has to focus or he’s gonna pass out. whatever lust and exhaustion fueled delirium he’s under is only enhanced by your scent. he’s throbbing so hard you feel every beat of his pulse as he slides his cock between your lips.
“nngh! this how it’s s’posed to be. haah— out here fightin’… not holed up with ‘dem pricks,” he hisses, nudging your thigh while he bullies his cock into you. your greedy pussy takes every inch, burning stretch and all. his big, dirty hand crawls up to wrap around your throat.
“you smell so good… hnn- fuck, i’m fuckin’ crazy…”
daryl licks a long stripe from the crook of your neck to your ear, really savoring the mix of your sweat and days worth of caked on dirt. your taste is like a reward. the saltiness dances along his tongue and he’s so grateful for you; his hips stutter. he almost cums. jesus, he’s such a dog. yours, cause you’re fucking back onto him just as crazed, back and forth on his dick like it’s your lifeline.
“you like that? my dirty girl, yeah? tired of you smellin’ like roses.”
wetness seeps down your thighs, your cunt gushing around him. you’re both just sloppy. daryl drools into your neck, sucking and biting like he’d take a chunk outta you if he could. you wish he would. devour you until his appetite is settled, let you stay with him until it’s his turn to decompose on the roadside. you moan at the thought and his fingers press harder into the sides of your neck, stifling your whimpers and cutting off your air.
“p-pleaase— more. i can… i need…” you’re not sure what you’re asking for, only sure that you need it. “mmmph!! please, daryl—”
he roughly shoves his middle and ring finger past your lips, shutting you up. spit bubbles under your chin while he makes you suck, mirroring the mess he’s made of your neck. daryl growls, holding everything back seeing you devolve for him. it’s so hot. it’s so gross.
“shhhh. so nasty ‘n you love it… fuck, princess, you fuckin’ love it. i know. y’gonna let me cum inside, dirty girl? ‘course you are.”
— authors note. bello :p fighting my forever writers block by randomly finishing drafts lololol also so nervy about my daryl dialogue….. gulp……. is fucking in front of the walkers you just killed dark? this is nasty and im not sorry 🥰 also me vs ending with dialogue so i dont have to write more uuughhhhh
Biker boyfriend Daryl, who loves his bike more than anything. He takes good care of it, spending most of his days riding or working on it… that is, of course, before he started dating you. Now, his bike holds second place in his life.
Biker boyfriend Daryl, who only lets you ride his bike. Not even his best friend Carol has ever been on it. He loves the way your arms wrap around his middle and how warm your body feels against his. How you rest your head on his back, giving him little kisses here and there.
Biker boyfriend Daryl, who drives very carefully when you’re with him. You’re his most precious cargo.
Biker boyfriend Daryl, who keeps a little bag in his saddlebags filled with hair ties, chapstick, body mist, snacks… all just for you. He wants you to always be comfortable.
Biker boyfriend Daryl, who parks his bike in a quiet and clear part of the woods and eats you out on top of it. He loves seeing you on his bike, all his. Then he turns you around, ass up, belly on the seat, and fucks you hard, always finishing on your back, never inside. Afterward, he wipes you clean with a towel he keeps in his saddlebags. This isn’t your first time fooling around on the bike, so he comes prepared. He even keeps a spare pair of panties for you.
Biker boyfriend Daryl, who loves seeing you admire him as he rides up to pick you up. You think he looks sexy as hell on that bike. You dream about him on it, the way his arms flex in that sleeveless vest, how his hair blows in the wind. Sexy. He knows you like that sight, so sometimes he flexes just a little extra to make you even whinier.
Boyfriend! Kenma who genuinely set aside a whole week just to spend time with you before you left for America.
Boyfriend! Kenma who nearly got on his knees and begged you to stay when you finally got to the airport. The only reason he didn't was because he knew how much you wanted to go to college there, and because a million eyes watching him embaress himself in public would haunt him in every nightmare for the rest of eternity.
Boyfriend! Kenma who made you pinky promise to call him everyday before you left.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had somehow underestimated how much he would miss you, who didn't know what to do without you.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who actually did get on his knees and beg, at somepoint during the first month of being apart, for you to turn your camera on during facetimes--despite your protests of looking bad.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma whose attendance to his own college went down without him looking forward to seeing you there, he would much rather stay on call with you as you slept though, paying attention to each little breath.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma whose diet had devolved back into some sad form of instant noodles and takeout.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had stolen a hoodie of yours before you left, taking it everywhere for "emotional support".
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had kept a bottle of your perfume or deoderant too, spraying it on his wrists and pillow whenever he missed you a little more than usual.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who avidly looked through airline sites to see which flight would be cheapest and if there were ever and discounts, who was already saving up.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who genuinely stalked your socials and was the first to like any post you made. Always making sure to respond with something sweet.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who was indefinitely jealous of your guy friends, simply because they got to be near you and he couldn't.
Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had already started looking into ring designs.
Boyfriend! Kenma who tripped over his own feet in his haste to get to you when your voice rang through his apartment with a simple 'I'm home".
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You felt him glance over at you. His blue eyes were worried and intense, but you avoided meeting them.
"I don't care what they're saying about me," you said suddenly.
Daryl nodded.
"They weren't there," you murmured. "I did everything I could."
"I know ya did."
"It's not my fault," you whispered. "I almost didn't come back alive either. And they're all acting like I'm the one who pulled the trigger." You voice was constricted as your throat tightened with emotion. "They're all acting like they'd deal with it better if I'd died too."
"Hey," Daryl interrupted. "Fuck 'em. We dun need 'em," he growled. He sighed heavily and looked back out into the night. The bruising on half your face was still obvious even in the low light. "Ya got me. Fuck the rest of 'em. They're clueless."
You sighed again and finally glanced over at the archer. "You're all I need, Daryl. I'll be alright."
Prompt: "I don't care what they're saying about me."
♡ He thinks being romantic is giving you Flowers, buying expensive Gifts and stuff like dressing up real fancy
♡ Lots of things that Merle complained that his 'girlfriends' want from him but shouldn't expect
♡ Daryl doesn't think of himself as romantic even if he is
♡ But he would give you flowers, he would pick them himself, he would even remember your favourite flower
♡ He would even shower more frequently even if he doesn't like it all that much
♡ At first he doesn't know how to react but over time he really comes to enjoy you playing with his hair
♡ You never really noticed it but he looks at you so awestruck (oh others have definitely noticed it)
♡ He actually just wants to be your knight in shining armor
♡ He craves your touch but is too afraid to ask for it or even initiate it
♡ He secretly likes the fact that he can pick you up so easily and really enjoys carring you around
♡ Still doesn't understand why you are with him
♡ He often thinks everyone disapproves of your relationship
♡ You take care of each other in ways nobody else could
♡ It took him a long time to stay with you and sleep in one bed with you, even if you insisted, he always got up again after you fell asleephe always blames himself if something happens to you, even if it's just something minor he should've been there to prevent it
♡ You often see other women ogling him, the kind that doesn't take you serious even when you're right beside him, but you also onehundret-percently know that he's yours only
♡ Lots of hand-holding
♡ On one particularily rough day, when something happened that stirred up old and not so good memories for Daryl, he comes home to you and just tries to forget it but it took more of a toll on him than he expected and he couldn't help but silently cry but you held him close, softly asked him what's up and yet when he refused to tell you, you just accepted it and continued to comfort him
♡ Teaches you how to track and how to use his crossbow
♡ He loves your smile and would do anything to protect it
I saw a tiktok about dynamics and it inspired me to write. I know Daryl would for sure be one of the types to be nice only to his lover.
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“I would kill for you.”
“I would die for you.”
For you, I would be kind.
At first it was just glances in your direction. Small, tiny, peeks. Thievery of the sight of you. You’d walk around camp, protected by the tall walls and the people you consider family. Unbothered by the groans of the dead, stumbling beyond your haven.
As you went day by day, random task by task, supply runs and supply runs, but one thing remains the same;
The rough, scary, and sometimes a major asshole known as Daryl would be watching. As time went on it became more than just glances. He’d toss you granola bars and random food items he’d collected while mumbling something about “not needin’ ya to pass out.” or “here, I don’ want it.” Always making up some type of excuse or rude rant to pass it off.
You wouldn’t say you knew him well. Or that you were close to him in any way. However, If you needed help with something, anything, somehow you’d go to him. Most of the time he’d shrug you off and grumble, but sometimes you’d catch a shine or something other than annoyance in his eyes when you spoke to him.
The others knew it too. They saw how he dulled down his smart-mouth remarks when ya’ll spoke. or how he’d cuss less when you were around and in earshot of him.
Although you had your suspicions about him, part of you deep down felt your stomach jump and heart speed up when he rolled his eyes at you.
It wasn’t till a run gone south that you two acknowledged anything different about your “relationship”.
The wind howled, sending chills down your spine. The moans of the dead dancing in the cold air. You shiver- huddled in a corner of the random house you and Daryl found deep in the woods, miles from Alexandra. Rain sobbing from the sky, forcing the pair to inhabit it.
Daryl was stationed at the window, crouched down and only peeking out every few minutes or so. When he wasn’t keeping watch he was sharping a blade, eyebrows raised as if he was having a conversation in his head.
You hated that you noticed his face twitching, the way sweat glistened in the soft pale light peeking in from the window he was parked at, or how he hands moved and gripped the blade as he sharpened, knuckles white from tension.
As you scanned his stiff body you sighed softy, air leaving your lips and carrying the weight of your infatuation all the way across the room to where Daryl was sitting.
You watched as he slowly lifted his head to you, eyebrows cocked and curious.
“What’re you lookin’at?”
His accent was thick but not angry.
A blush seeped over your cheeks and you looked down at your hands which have now fallen from your shoulders to your lap. You stumbled on your words not sure how to respond.
“i’m just curious.”
“bout’ what? hm?”
Daryl is now standing, blade fallen to his side. Looking, staring at you.
“You, I guess.”
You look up to him as you speak, slowly like if you were hunting some cattle or deer. He bits his lip and looks away before running a finger along his nose, then pointing at you.
“Well I can’say the same ‘bout you.”
You furrow your brows in confusion. What does that mean?
“Huh? me?”
You’re still blushing and now look like a deer in headlights. Was Daryl Dixon saying he was curious about you? No way.
“ya, I mean. I don’ know much ‘bout you.”
He speaks as he walks over to you and takes a seat next to you, now looking at his hands. He takes a beat before speaking again.
“The world we live in makes it hard to get to kno’peple.”
Your eyes follow him as he takes his spot next to you. You watch as he talks.
“Do you want to get to know me?”
Your eyes scan his face to see if you can register a response before he speaks. His eyes meet yours.
“I don’ wanna get to know any’one”
He says it like if he wasn’t sure, or if he was just talking. No meaning behind it because you saw, you saw the look in his eyes the longing.
“well that’s not true is it Daryl?”
Your voice saying his name sparked that look again. The one you saw when he gave you things or talked to you about random topics you weren’t sure you “needed” to know.
His eyes softened a bit but the rest of his face stayed the same. Refusing to give up any answers. You give a small smile.
“You want to get to know me and I want to get to know you. That’s okay. No one will shoot us for talking about more than surviving.”
“you don’ know’nothin’ ”
He looks away, eyes now trained on the window he was guarding before. You place a hand on his. He pulls it away and looks back at you anger clear in his expression; but eyes still soft. It wasn’t anger, it was fear.
Daryl Dixon was scared to know anyone. To get involved with someone.
“you don’ know shit!”
His voice was raised but to you resembled a cat puffing up in defense.
You hold eye contact.
“Daryl. I want to know you. Not just as someone in the community. but as something more.”
You feel lightheaded talking unrestricted but you have to say it. You continue
“I see how you watch me. How you act different, softer, around me.”
He grunts and rolls his eyes looking away.
You grab his face and turn him to you.
“Daryl please. Let me know you.”
He looks at you as if he was in pain.
“i am curious ‘bout you.”
He looks down. Avoiding eye contact.
“i don’ know why but you’re differen’ than the others.”
You bring you hand down from his face and let it fall to your side.
“You’re different too. You’re so many things all at once but you’re good. I know you are.”
You talk carefree. Eyes still locked on him looking away. He says nothing and just scoots closer. He breathes shakily and trains his eyes on the window in front of him. Refusing to acknowledge you.
He does something unexpected for Daryl Dixon.
He places his head on your shoulder and speaks in a gentle way.
Needy husband Daryl needs to sleep touching you at all times! If you move even an inch away from him he will pull you back into his arms and bury his face into your neck or hair.
Needy husband Daryl who always has his hands on you. His favourite places to place his hands are your thighs and your ass.
Needy husband Daryl who can’t help himself but stare at your ass and tits all the time. Once summer started, the prison had been so hot during all times of day and night, so your only dress code was shorts and a small tank top, with no bra. He loved staring at your tits bouncing up and down, nipples staring at him through the tank. Ass looking amazing in those tiny shorts that showed the top of your lacy panties when you bent down.
Needy husband Daryl who pulls you by the belt buckle of your jean shorts. You get hot when he does that.
Needy husband Daryl who stares at your ring finger wearing his ring. He feels possessive towards you.
Needy husband Daryl who has to fuck you before and after his runs. It’s his ritual. Even if he has little time before leaving, he still finds a few minutes for a quick fuck with you.
Needy husband Daryl who loves when you beg him to choke you with his big arms while fucking you from behind. He loves to feel you squeezing him hard, drooling all over his elbow. He knows you get the best orgasms ever from that position, so whenever he can, which is always, he will fuck you in that position.
Needy husband Daryl who begs you to let him eat you out while on a run alone. Imagine him being all needy from seeing you kill walkers, that he needs to beg to eat you out when you arrive to your scavenging destination.
pale gold ribbons of sunlight flood the room like warm honey, turning floating dust motes into drifting stars. everything feels blurred around the edges, suspended in that hazy space right between a dream and waking up. daryl is buried under blankets on the mattress, but when his arm sweeps across the sheets and finds your side cold, his eyes blink open, slow and weighted, tracing the quiet until he hears the faint rustle of fabric.
through heavy eyelids, he finds you standing beside the dresser, holding a portable cd player in one hand while the wire from your headphones disappears beneath the collar of his vest. your own clothes are hanging on the clothesline outside, leaving you to steal the first thing you could find. his vest hangs loose on your frame, the worn, cracked leather nearly swallowing you whole against your bare skin and thin cotton underwear. completely oblivious, you fold laundry to a silent melody only you can hear, carrying the cd player with you every time you move across the sun-warmed floorboards, swaying lazily as the leather brushes your thighs. daryl doesn’t move, too content to break the spell, watching through tired squinted eyes.
then, you turn toward the window.
the sunlight catches the back of the vest dead-on, exploding into a bright halo around you. the faded angel wings stitched into the fabric look almost luminous, stretching wide across your bare shoulders. he watches, too tired to move, until the floorboard beneath your foot creaks.
you glance over your shoulder and freeze, suspended in the sunbeam with the cd player loose in your hand. there he is, stretched out beneath the blankets with his dark hair sticking up, squinting with an expression somewhere between amused and completely smitten. heat creeps into your cheeks as you pull one side of the headphones away from your ear.
“what?”
his gaze drops briefly to the vest, to the wings on your shoulders, and then back to you. his morning voice is a low, velvety rasp when it finally cuts through the quiet.
“c’mere, angel.”
you blink. “angel?”
the ghost of a smirk touches his lips, lazy and soft, completely melting the usual tension in his face as he looks at you like you’re the only thing left real in the world.
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♡ He always watches you intently, while fidgeting with his lips or fingers but feels like he can't even manage to look at you when you're talking to him
♡ There is no real confession just a moment when he's got no explaination left on why he always goes out of his way for you, when the only thing he can do is avoid your gaze and (not so secretly) check for your reaction - that's when you realize
♡ Slow burn, it takes a long time until you're finally together but the wait is definitely worth it
♡ You kiss him first
♡ Lots of mutual pining because the both of you are too scared to make the first move
♡ There is not a single bone in his body that even considers that you could feel the same for him
reader pronouns: she/her
"Goddamn," Daryl sighed, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "This is the best meal I've had in a long ass time. Is there a damn thing ya can't do?" he asked, settling back in his chair.
You smiled and felt the apples of your cheeks warm. Daryl seemed to have no idea of the effect his words had on you.
Rick and Michonne exchanged a knowing look. "Yes, is there?" Rick said, a twinkle in his eyes. "She can fight, she can kill walkers, she's the best damn sniper we've got after Sasha, and she cooks up a mean rabbit."
"All true. But you know what they say; 'the way to a man's heart is through his stomach,'" Michonne added with a small smile. You shot her a dirty look and the smile widened.
"Michonne," you murmured in a low warning voice, wishing you were close enough to kick her under the table. The heat in your face increased.
"Mmm," Daryl hummed in agreement. "Ya'll act like yer surprised or somethin'."
Amusement still colored Rick's face. "What do you mean?"
"The rest of us figured out on day 1 what she's capable of," Daryl said, pushing back from the table. "If it took ya this long to put it together ya'll must be a bunch of dumbasses," he growled, collecting his empty plate as well as yours and putting them into the sink before he disappeared downstairs.
You pressed a hand to your cheek, trying to hide your face.
"Yes, we must be," Rick agreed loudly. "A bunch of dumbasses." He grinned at you.
