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Pulling over a chair from the little table in his room, he stands on it as he reaches to unscrew the globe, not expecting the round little item that tumbles from within. He fumbles but manages to catch it; it's a rock the size of his palm, almost egg-shaped and brown in color with little ebony flecks, smooth save for the small emblem carved carefully by knife into one side: a lightbulb.

 He's seen rocks like these before, beneath the water in creeks and in the beds of rivers. He rolls it in his palm for a moment, and then his fingers pluck another piece of paper from the globe, which he unfolds to scan.

 2. I use my hands to hurt; I use my hands to heal. I use my hands to bring life; I use my hands to kill.

 "Easy," Daryl snorts, unintentionally becoming invested in the game, and proud that he so effortlessly solved the riddles, simple though they were. He'd always loathed being called stupid during his childhood because of his silence, his patchy, dirty clothes, and the rumors that circulated surrounding his drunken father.

 From there, he's off. He finds Carson in the infirmary, the man smiling knowingly when Daryl enters, handing him another stone - this one gray and slightly smaller with a sad, sickly looking faced carved into the side - and another clue.

 He finds a stone with a pyramid in the food pantry behind a pile of canned goods that have been stacked in a triangular shape, one with a magnet perched on the tailgate of one of Hilltop's trucks (and beneath the faded "my kid is an honor student" bumper magnet, another clue). He finds one in Maggie's office nestled behind her globe with the same image sketched in great detail on the rock, one with an arrow inside of the extra quiver of crossbow bolts kept for him in the armory. He finds one with a pair of dice in the game room, and the next clue leads him outside, but the riddles are becoming more complex and puzzling.

 That only means they're more rewarding when he figures them out. He smiles when he accurately traces the clue to a rock with a parachute on it that's weighing down one of Enid's familiar balloons near the gardens.

 When he reaches the last clue, it's dark out, and slivers of moonlight pierce the clouds, falling across the long strands of his dark hair as he bends his head to read the writing.

 You've come to the end, and for that, I am proud; meet me in the middle of the fields beneath the clouds.

 Daryl is surprised to find that he's...disappointed. The hunt is coming to an end, and he'd found that he'd enjoyed it. But at least now he will discover who set it up; the thought makes his heart thunder in anticipation.

 His boots thud gently against the earth as he strides through the large, grassy field beyond the garden. He can't see anyone else there, not yet, but his pale blue eyes scan the ground until he sees it, placed precisely in the middle of the field. It's the smallest of the stones, the smoothest, with tiny chips in it that reveal bright blue innards. There is a crescent moon carved on the front, the shallow lines blue as well.

 So invested is he in studying the stone that he doesn't hear anyone approach, and the sound of a footstep directly behind him makes him hiss and whirl.

 It's Jesus, that damnable smirk on his face. Daryl lets his gaze slide across the taller man's figure, taking note of his long khaki pants, his pale button-down shirt, his neatly combed hair.

 "This you?" Daryl asks gruffly, holding up the speckled rock with one hand and pointing to his bulging pockets with the other. Jesus nods, and Daryl feels his heart give a funny little jolt. "Why?"

 "I wanted to do something special for you," Jesus says simply, taking a step closer until Daryl can smell the clean, soapy scent of him. "You figured out all of the riddles. I'm impressed – but I knew you would. You’re smart."

 And shit, if that doesn't make Daryl's heart stutter warmly, filled with pride. Jesus is speaking again, asking, "so which is your favor - " but Daryl's lips stop his words in their tracks as the lean tracker crushes his body against Jesus', a sudden, thoughtless movement as their lips slowly meet again and again before parting.

 Reluctantly, Jesus draws back to gaze at Daryl, his lips curled into a smile.

Explosions by Crazy Pink Penguin

It’s a hot and heavy fic where the main character is a phone sex operator... and Daryl Dixon calls. There are a few little prequel oneshots, and an alternative timeline fic as well. It’s all great, trust me.

How Can I Love You? by jessica-bones-winchester

A series on fanfiction.net. I’m not much of a John Winchester fan, but this is sweet and pulled on my heart strings enough to keep me going. But in a twist of events the reader finds herself falling for a second Winchester... Dean. A great read

Irresistable Danger by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash

Negan has never looked better in this reader insert story. A slow burn that’ll have you hanging for more.

Knock by @superprincesspea

This little gem is the soul reason why I am now a proud member of the Simon Thirst Squad. It’s fluffy, it’s funny, it’s angsty, it’s hot... it’s perfect.

Our Little Secret by @sis-tafics

A Dean Winchester x Reader fic that has a new kink in every chapter, and a plot that melts your heart the further you fall into the words.

Rabid Animals by @curbitkirby

Another Peter Hale fic, only this one has a sassy OC. There’s a sequel part that is just as good as the first. Hot, complicated, funny and amazing, it’s worth a read.

Sunny Days by @kellyn1604

Negan finds a little sunshine in an otherwise dreary world when he comes across a sweet little thing called Sunny. This fic is a little different to what I usually go for, with the detailed smut and daddy kink worked in the plot, but that doesn’t change the fact that it is amazing.

The Escort by @ilostmyshoe-79​

The Reader needs to find a date for her family vacation, and in a desperate move she decides to call an escort of sorts, Dean Winchester. He offers to pretend to be her boyfriend in exchange of money, but things get complicated when they get closer than anticipated.

You Know Better by @xteenwolfwritingsx​

The first Peter Hale series I found... and the first I fell in love with. Another slow burn, but that doesn’t take away from the incredible plot and the complicated relationship between Peter and the reader.