Hi!! Ive seen your twd stuff and i loved your carl hcs, and the carl + Michonne fic!! :]
I was wondering, could you maybe do some Daryl headcanons? (Possibly any ler ones?)
(Also dont worry abt it if that isnt a character you write for, i tried to click on you masterpist and fandom links, but it just redirects me to your page again đ)
Yess more twd tickle stuff Iâm in heaven đđđ
and sorry for the masterpost lolđđ I made that shit ages ago and never noticed that it stopped workingđ
And the twd fic was a repost but dw Imma start writing my own stuff soon with how obsessed I am with twdđ
What if I told you that ler Daryl is canon, Iâm Robert Kirkman
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DARYL DIXON HCS!!
My boy Daryl has so much potential lemme cook
He is a MENACE and its a fact, nobody is safe
He is just so silent and sneaky ykwim
When him and Beth were 1 on 1 in the end of s4 all I could think of is how he is so older brother
Like when he picked her up while she was walking into a room bridal style and she got all giggly? Yeah not his first rodeo thatâs for sure
He is so gentle with her too,, like I can see when they were getting drunk he could poke her on accident and discover that omg a sweet teenage girl is ticklish?
And his reaction was like âYer ticklish ainât you?â while smirking, like he forgot that something as silly as being ticklish exists
If she would be talking back to him he is 100% is the type of guy to just throw her over his shoulder like she weight nothing and squeeze her knees or tickle her sides with a supporting hand. And Beth would go limp and laugh away sometimes hitting his back with her fists while he just stands there smirking
They had full blown tickle fights too and his prime technique is just get her in a bear hug and work away, listening to her laughing is better than any medicine
When they would get drunk he would let her win and would end up squirming on his back as she would try to find a tickle spot. And while he isnât super ticklish there are a few places that get him chuckling his soul away (also saw this video of Norman Reedus pranking Andrew Lincoln with glitter and he was laughing his ass off and its this fox-resembling wheezy laugh and that is what I imagine Daryl would sound)
Or just squeeze Bethâs sides if she is reaching for something on the top shelf knowing that she canât reach it but wonât ask Daryl for help cuz she âgot itâ
He doesnât seem that affectionate but he loves to mess with people that he trustsđ„ș one of those times when he is not scared to show playfulness which if you donât know him well you wouldnât expect
He loves terrorising Carl thoughđ if that boy steals his jacket or gun he is DEADD
No words, no countdown, if he notices something is missing and sees Carl looking smug while looking at him he straight up chases his ass down and completely wreck him
Rick doesnât stop him, could swear he even snitched out to Daryl a few times if he saw Carl taking something just to see it go down
I can also see Daryl challenging the boy to keep his hands up so he could check his pockets but he ends up just shooting his hands into his armpits and have the boy collapse in his arms laughing loudly
He is like a cool uncle for him but Carl loves the attention
Rick is not safe either
If both of them are drunk I can guarantee someone proposed to a friendly wrestle match that ended up in Daryl just straight up going for his side making Rick collapse (like father like son) barely breathing from laughing
He got Daryl back too so fair square
If Carol would him Daryl like a shoulder massage she would sneak a few pokes here and there just to see him jerk to the side which she thinks is hilarious
And guess what Daryl loves the attention too
Carl convinced Rick to get Daryl back at some point and they got him good all I gotta say
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Sentence started-For the resident tickle monster youâre awfully ticklish
âFor the resident tickle monster youâre awfully ticklish...â you said as you were poking Darylâs stomach, eliciting sporadic giggles from the man. You knew he wasnât going to let you keep this up for very long.
âHehey!â he said as he grabbed ahold of your wrists, pushing them into your lap. âYa better not try that again slick...â Temptation kicked in, and you couldnât help but do it again. It was so fun to annoy the heck out of him when you could. So following another swift poke to his side, you immediately ran away to avoid any immediate repercussions. Key word: immediate.
Daryl groaned at the fact that you had just made his job ten times harder; now he had to actually chase you. He was right on your tail for the entire time, which you had noticed, so in an attempt to protect yourself you ran straight into Carlâs cell, hurling yourself onto his bed and almost completely smushing him. âY/n whatâs going o- oh.â Carl said right as Daryl came in.
âCARL HELP HEâS GONNA KILL ME!â The poor kid was confused out of his mind. Daryl, on the other hand, was glaring right at you.
Whenever Daryl tickles the snot out of you, itâs like he becomes a completely different person. Heâs usually so broody and quaint, but for that short moment itâs as if the only thing he cares about is you, which is why you canât exactly say you hated those moments you had with him. As odd as it is to say, he did it out of love. Who can hate that? At the same time, though, you had to put on a show.
âLeave if ya know whatâs good for ya kid,â Daryl said, his eyes never breaking contact with you.
Carl complied with a quiet âSorry.â You couldnât blame him. Daryl could be terrifying at times. But for some odd reason, he never scared you... except for when he was about to tickle you to pieces.
Daryl walked heavily up to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and trapping you between him and the wall. And with zero hesitation he began squeezing, pinching, and poking wherever he could, which drove you mad.
âDAHAHAHARYL!â you screamed.
âWhat pea? Is it too much?â he said in an attempt to sound like he cared. He didnât when it came to you being an ass.
âSTAHAHAHAHAP!â The walkers probably couldâve heard you at that point.
A/N: Thank you so much!! p.s. im sorry if this is bad, if you hate it please send in another prompt lol ToT
âI swear it wonât happen again.â
âYa know, ya keep sayinâ that but somehow you always end up doing it again. Iâm tired of it y/n. I know you wanna be a kid and be rebellious or whatever, but ya canât. I hate to break it to you but beinâ a kid ainât an option anymore.â Daryl brooded as his posture stayed in a slump. As much as he hated saying it, it was true. You werenât in the position to act like a kid - even though you were one. All you had done was gone out on a walk with Carl, bringing two of your handmade slingshots. It wouldâve been dangerous to use them where there were people, but it had slipped over your heads that it was much more dangerous to use them outside of the fence. Eugene had been on watch in the tower, and happened to see you guys, immediately radioing Daryl to notify him. The worst part was that he wasnât even mad, but disappointed; with Daryl, that meant you really screwed up.
âI-Iâm sorry...â you said as you began to choke up, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. Something about seeing Daryl so genuinely upset with you made you feel awful. You couldnât help but overthink, causing you to run away to your cell. Daryl tried to grab you but you dodged him just enough to slip away. Now he felt awful, and he happened to know a sure fire way of cheering you up.
He took his time to walk over to your cell so you could have a little bit of time to calm down, and once he made it there, he witnessed you sitting up, but curled into a ball with your knees up to your chin. He just about melted when he heard you sniffling, absolutely hating when you cried. Without a word, he sat next you, pulling you up and encasing you within his arms. It was as if you went completely numb, forgetting about the overwhelming feelings that caused you to run away from him in the first place. After a few minutes of silence, you were calmed down. âIâm really really sorry Daryl.â you said as you looked up at him glazed eyes. He smiled.
âYeah yeah. I know...â he said, kissing the top of your head, slowly creeping his hands to your sides and pinching them once he got there.
âHehehehey! Stahahahap!â you squeaked. Falling down onto your bed and trying - and failing - to push at his hands.
âGotta teach you a lesson somehow...â he spoke with a grin, not stopping until he was sure that you would remember this the next time you snuck out.
