Daryl Dixon working on his bike or a car or whatever and hes so dirty and sweaty he has his hair glued to his face, sleeves rolled out, biceps flexed and glistening, I dont care if his hair is so oily i could fry on it I want him to destroy my pussy and then have a smoke break together after. I want him to ravish me. But maybe wash his hands first.

young man headcanons

- doesn’t talk much, but he does to you.

- stares at you and sometimes makes you uncomfortable

- as a follow-up, he lets his hair fall over his eyes so you don’t notice him staring

- sits with you on the porch, watching everything you do

- brings you little trinkets or things he found outside

- goes out and just stands in the rain sometimes. you’ll find him amidst the ferns, contemplating quietly

- loves to play tennis with you, although he’s a little clumsy

- gives you odd compliments because he doesn’t know how to flirt without being a little weird

- he’s timid, but in a secretive way

- lets you in on his bad habits as a way to subtly manipulate you

- kisses your tears away

- amazing kisser overall

- curls up in the window when it storms and watches the rain and lightning

- disappears at the oddest moments. you’d never expect to find one of your cheating exes dead on the news the next morning…

- smells like cigarettes, salt air, and dead flowers

- you never find out his name, not even months after he’s made himself at home.

YALL ITS MY BIRTHDAY SOOO!! have even more Y2k daryl/norm stuff!!