Request: Daryl imagines feed my SOUL. 😭 How about this: they crochet him something (idk, a blanket or a poncho) and when they give it to him, they think he doesn't like it because of how little he reacts. He then makes sure EVERYONE knows just how much he likes their gift by wearing it all the time (or using it all the time).
Word Count: 497
Warnings: None
Before the world ended, you probably never would have taken up crocheting, but once you tried it, you became pretty obsessed. It was a good skill to have now, too. When there was nothing better to do around the prison, you could be found in your cell, crocheting something new. You made some baby clothes for Judith, you’ve made some socks for Beth and Michonne, and you’ve made yourself a nice scarf for the winter that was fast approaching.
You had noticed one day when Daryl was about to go on a run, that his poncho had gotten pretty worn down, like most of his clothes. You wondered if he would even like it if you made him a new one. But after seeing how worn down his is and how it must not keep him very warm anymore, you decide to just do it anyway. If he doesn’t want it, there’s plenty of other people who will take it.
It ends up taking quite a while, because you tried to make it perfect. You had to get some new materials in order to sort of match the colors and patterns on his own one, but you get it pretty close. You are proud of it, you just hope that he actually likes it.
You catch him one day when he was just getting back from a run, his raggedy poncho on him, attempting to keep him warm in the early days of winter. “Hey, Daryl, I uh, kinda made something for you.” You tell him, your surprise behind your back, waiting for him to get off of his motorcycle. He looks at you questioningly and awaits for you to hand him whatever is behind your back; so you do. He stares at it for a moment before taking it, shocked at how soft and warm it feels. It looks a lot like the one he uses, but better, because you made it specifically for him. “Wow..” He mutters, turning it around, admiring it. You bite your lip nervously, waiting for him to say something else. “Thank ya… This is great.” He’s never really received gifts before, let alone for no reason or one that was specifically made for him. He loves it.
You sort of feel like he’s just pretending to like it, but you don’t press it. However, the next day, you are shocked to see him wearing it outside as he worked on his bike. And the next day, and the day after. Everyone knew you made it for him, since you like making people things. Rick could tell what was going on between the two of you, even if neither of you were willing to admit it. Daryl wore that poncho every single time he was outside, except when he was at the fence killing walkers, which you found even better - he didn’t want to dirty it. It made you like him all the more, and he found himself so much more drawn to you after you did something so meaningful for him. Something so simple and innocent ended up being the start of everything that was to come between the two of you...
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“What I just said, Dixon. You’re not a damn mind reader. Not every guy wants to fuck me, trust me.” You say, sighing a little and starting to walk toward the door. He grabs your arm and spins you around suddenly, startling you. He basically pins you to the railing of the stairs, keeping just a few inches between your bodies, his hand still firmly on your arm. “Name one.” He says, his voice noticeably huskier. You gulp, feeling flustered at his close proximity.
“You.” You say, staring right up at him. He doesn’t answer for a second, before he releases your arm and takes a step back, saying “Wrong.” Then he walks inside, leaving you standing there confused, mind-blown and flustered. Wrong…? Does that mean… Holy shit, Daryl Dixon just told you he wants to fuck you… What do you do now??
* Takes place in season 4
Word Count: 1505
Warnings: Strong language, suggestiveness, mentions of sexual acts
PG-13
Part 1
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Later on that night, you sat on the stairs inside the cell block and thought about the day’s events... What should you do? You’ve been sitting there for almost a half an hour now before you decide to go to sleep.
Daryl saw you walking into your cell just as you entered it, so you didn’t even see him coming into the cell block. He pauses for a minute, wishing he had the courage to go join you in your cell. He kind of believes that you’re interested, from how he has observed you behaving around him. He’s really good at reading people, so he notices when you seem happier when he shows up or how you tend to stay closer to him than the others and pay him more attention.
He stops as he passes by your cell, the curtain is closed, and debates. He could just talk to you, see if this could go anywhere… But it probably shouldn’t… He keeps walking and heads up to his perch to call it a night.
The next morning you are up bright and early, ready to go on a run with the group. You are standing beside Rick, taking a look at the map, deciding the best route to get to this store that Bob said you guys should check out. “Hey.” You hear that gruff voice behind you and decide not to turn around and look at him, unsure of how to act now. Rick greets Daryl and asks if he’s ready. Michonne gets into the passenger seat and you grab a clip from the hood of the car and begin reloading your pistol. “Hey, got room for one more?” You turn and are greeted with Tyreese speaking to Rick. The car can only fit four people without squishing someone in the middle. “Yeah, someone would have to ride with Daryl though.” He says. You stop in place and look at Rick for a moment, he doesn’t quite get it at first, but then he kind of chuckles and smirks. He had caught on to your crush a while ago, but thankfully kept it to himself. Bob is already in the back and Tyreese stands beside the other door, waiting for confirmation before he gets in. Rick looks between you and Daryl, noticing the slight tension, and you can see his smirk growing. “I mean, I guess I could ride with-” Rick teasingly starts, before Daryl interjects and says “C’mon” and nods at you, climbing onto his bike and scooting up to make some room for you. You gulp and give Rick the middle finger quickly before hesitantly throwing your leg over the back of his bike and climbing on. You haven’t been on a motorcycle before, and Daryl can tell just by your nervous energy. He revs up the bike and you jump a little, startled. “Hang on.” He tells you as Carol opens the gates for you guys and you hesitantly place your hands on Daryl’s sides, barely holding onto him, til he starts moving of course. He starts slow, knowing you’re nervous, and you are quick to throw your worries and insecurities out the window and wrap your arms fully around Daryl’s torso, depending on him to keep you safe.
He secretly enjoys this feeling and he feels all warm and happy, but he tries to ignore it, insisting he’s being a pussy.
When you arrive to the store, Daryl gets off before you and gives you his hand to help you off of the large bike. You smile shyly at him and he holds your hand for just a few seconds longer, kind of looking at you, before letting go and heading over to the window to lure out any walkers. Rick and the others follow suit and you pull out your gun, getting ready for another routine run.
He really didn’t want you to come on this run. You guys had just lost another person on what was supposed to be a quick and easy run, so he’s even more worried about you. He decides he’s going to keep you within sight at all times, even if it’s a little obvious, at least you’ll be alive.
The run starts off fairly smoothly. Daryl splits up with you and Tyreese, and Rick goes with Bob and Michonne. You end up down the body care isle at some point and happen to come across a few things that catch your attention. You open a few boxes of tampons and throw them into your bag, then your eyes land on the condoms and pregnancy tests…
Should you grab some? You haven’t exactly gotten laid since before Shane was killed… But maybe it’s better to be safe than sorry? You jump out of your skin and spin around to aim your gun at whoever just startled you, which happens to be Daryl Dixon himself…
“Find something?” He asks, smirking a little as he looks at the condoms then at you. You feel your cheeks heating up and you attempt to save yourself. “Yeah. I did.” And you reach out and grab the last box of tampons, dumping them into your bag. Little did you know Daryl already saw you dump the other boxes, so he knows that you were looking at the condoms, but he decides to keep that fact to himself.
He looks at them for a few moments before grabbing a 3 pack of Magnum’s and handing them to you. You stare at him bewildered, til he says “Might need them with Andrew…” You roll your eyes and playfully punch his shoulder, admiring his small smile as he begins heading down another isle.
It doesn’t take a genius to realize that Daryl wouldn’t have given you condoms to literally use with the guy that he clearly has a problem with, so you wonder if he wanted you to grab them for the two of you...
You stick them in your bag anyway and head toward the women’s section of the store cautiously, looking through some clothes, seeing as your’s were getting worn out and stained. You grab a few things, and a few other things like nice panties and baggy shirts, in case there was a real chance with Daryl, and some other feminine products to make yourself more appealing, before meeting up with the group at the front of the store.
Michonne is the only one there ready, and she smirks at you, whispering “So, you and Daryl?” You give her a look and blush.
“What about us?” You ask, playing dumb.
“Oh nothing, just that he follows you around like a lost puppy and you don’t seem to mind it…” She chuckles.
“Oh you mean like you and Rick?” You tease back, and she laughs along with you.
When you guys finally finish, you head back outside ahead of the group, strutting just a little, wondering if you can get a reaction out of Daryl. You see a wandering walker and pull out your large knife, approaching it to kill it, before an arrow goes straight through its head. You turn around and glare at Daryl. “I had it!” You exclaim.
“I know.” He responds. You huff and hand your bag off to Tyreese, who smiles friendly at you. Daryl sees this and questions it, feeling a little possessive, then mentally scolds himself. You’re not his, he’s being ridiculous. “Comin’?” He asks, hopping back onto his bike.
You decide to be brave and say “You gotta make me.” He stares at you and a small smirk appears on his lips, before he shakes his head and revs up the bike. You laugh and climb back on, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso again and leaning your head on his shoulder, saying in his ear. “I’m ready.” He shivers a little and you actually feel it, causing you to smile and rest your head on him more, your lips grazing his neck accidentally as he moves and he loses focus til he sees Rick’s car pass him. He starts going and tries his hardest to control himself, far too focused on your hands on his body.
Request: “could i request something? reader letting daryl take his anger out on a man who disrespected her or hit on her?”
Word Count: 500
Warnings: Violence, language, creepy guy
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When the new group of people arrived to Alexandria, they seemed nice enough. It was nice to no longer be labeled “the new people,” in your opinion.
You were adjusting a lot easier than Daryl, but he was trying for the sake of the group. One of the new people, Ryan, had clearly taken an interest in you from the beginning. Rick warned him that you have a very short tempered boyfriend when he caught him trying to flirt with you the first time, but he just doesn’t seem to care.
They’ve been here about 3 weeks now, and they have been assigned their jobs as well. Ryan is supposed to be taking over your shift for watch right now, and he’s only a few minutes late. You spot him coming and gather your stuff, beginning to climb down the latter.
“Hey, Y/N,” he greets as you step off the ladder, standing in your way. He’s a little too close for comfort, so you take a step back, toward the wall.
“Hey, Ryan,” you respond a little awkwardly.
“You look hot,” he says very blatantly, and you stare at him bewildered. “Ya know, cuz it’s hot out. You’re sweaty,” he teases, but you know he was trying to make you uncomfortable. You exhale a little and chuckle awkwardly.
“Yeah, it’s sunny up there,” you mumble. Little did you know that Daryl was watching this encounter, already pissed at the man standing much too close to you, and practically backing you into the wall.
“I wonder how sweaty I could make you…” he rasps, reaching a hand out and grabbing your hip. He clearly thinks he’s being charming, but you feel yourself gag and push his hand off of you. “What?” he asks as you begin to try to walk past him.
He gets in your way again and pulls you by your waist against his body, pinning you; and that is when Rick spots Daryl charging at him. Rick hollers for Glenn and quickly heads over to de-escalate what Daryl’s about to start.
“Get yer fuckin hands off her!” he hollers, punching him square in the jaw, sending him falling into the latter. He grabs him by the collar and punches him again two more times before Rick and Glenn manage to get Daryl off of the bloody man, who runs off first chance he gets.
“Yeah ya better run!” Daryl hollers, flailing his arm angrily.
You stand there, shocked, unsure what to do, as Rick calms Daryl down.
“Are you alright?” Glenn asks, and you nod. Daryl hears and he meets your eye, remembering that you need him. He takes two large strides toward you and looks you over.
“Ya okay? He hurt you?” Daryl asks. You smile lightly.
“I’m fine, he just creeped me out,” you murmur, letting Daryl hold you close and start guiding you off toward the house that some of the group is sharing.
“Tell Deanna he’s gone,” Daryl hollers to Rick as he leads you away, still fuming over the coward that touched his girl.
Setting: Season 4 prison | Warnings: None? just some light yearning
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You were standing outside, watching the sky. It's anything but quiet, but you don't acknowledge the commotion of the walkers down by the surrounding fences. You’d been wondering what life would be like - if the world hadn't gone to shit. It's been so long already. Too long. You don't even know what month it is. You guess it's somewhere around October, considering the weather.
You turn around to head inside and gasp out in shock - Daryl is leaning against the railing, watching you. "My God, Daryl! What're you doing?" you huff, recomposing yourself. His face shows no expression as he stares at you for a moment.
"Nothin," he mutters finally, his eyes dropping to the ground as he shifts his weight. You try to keep your eyes on his, though the way his arms are folded over his chest makes it hard not to look at his biceps.
"Were you watching me?" you ask, heading slowly toward the compound. The walkers are hitting the first fence too loudly for you to enjoy a moment, trying to get in to ruin everything. You glance at them, then back to Daryl. He doesn’t respond to your question, instead looking out toward the walkers.
"Gotta start killing em again, they're hoarding up,” he comments without answering your question, which seems like an answer in itself.
“Yeah, I should get on that,” you mutter, not looking forward to it. He suddenly stands up straight, his blue eyes meeting yours for another moment before nodding his head in the direction of the fences.
"Lessgo," Daryl rasps, his voice deep but kind. You watch as he walks toward the entrance, hand firmly on his large knife on his side. Your eyes can't help but wander over his body as you follow, now that he isn't looking, wondering why he was watching you...
Being Paul “Jesus” Rovia Boyfriend/ S/o would include:
(Nsfw below the cut. I have a lot of feelings about Paul Rovia, so this is way longer than my Kylo Ren one, I got a little carried away in fact. Also a decent amount of Gregory bashing in this because I hate that asshole)
- Going with him on runs because you’re the only one who can keep up with him.
- Keeping an eye on the Hilltop group when you do stay home.
- Ranting to each other about Gregory being a moron.
- Being good friends with Maggie and him being happy that you get to have something normal with everything else going on.
- Him being terrified that Negan will eventually take you from him.
- You being scared of the same thing for him.
- Cuddles. All the time. Especially in bed.
- Speaking of “in bed”
- When he comes home from going on a run alone the first thing he does after dropping off whatever he’d found is drag you to your shared trailer and make love to you.
- Him being super gentle at times and amazingly rough others.
- You both switching.
- Him liking it when he fucks you but loving it when you fuck him.
- If you’re a virgin when you get together then he’s very careful about not pressuring you.
- But when you tell him that you’re ready he’s more than happy to oblige.
- The first time you tell him you want to top he’s so turned on by the idea that he can hardly wait till that night to let you.
- He’s ridiculously clingy and cuddly after sex.
- His favorite sleeping positions change depending on what you two did before bed.
- If he just came from a run, then he wants to be facing you so he can see your face when he opens his eyes.
- If he just got done fucking you, he prefers to have your head on his chest and his arms around you, so he can feel your breathing against him.
- When he’s just gotten fucked by you, he likes to be the little spoon because he always feels vulnerable after.
- When you both get back from a run you went on together, he liked to be the big spoon, because he needs to feel you in his arms, especially if there was a close call.
- Him letting you play with his hair and liking it when you braid it back out of his face.
- He let you braid his beard once too. He didn’t really care for it though.
- “I look like a Viking, Y/N”
- “A very sexy Viking”
- You two know everything about each other. Your pasts, your hopes for the future. Every secret you both ever had, the other knows it, accepts it, and continues to love and be loved.
- You’re the only one aloud to call him Paul.
- You inadvertently taking Enid under your wing and him helping you keep an eye on her when he can because he knows you care about her.
- Gregory making rude comments about you two but neither of you putting up with his shit when he does.
- You almost knocked the old geezer out once because he called you both fags. He pretended to forget the next day.
- You helping to hide Daryl when Negan’s men come and being really good at lying to them.
- Paul is incredibly turned on by how smooth you were.
- You both being willing to go to the ends of the earth for each other.
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Rick: Rick likes to face you when you two cuddle. He'll have one hand that wanders everywhere and one hand that he would run his fingers through your hair. Rick loves seeing your beauty and being able to hold you in his arms.
Daryl: The majority of your body is on top of Daryl when you two cuddle. One of his hands is usually on your butt and the other hand pushes hair off of your face and caresses your cheek. Daryl likes making you feel protected, so having you right by his side is the perfect solution.
Glenn: Glenn liked being the small spoon, so you were the big spoon. You would wrap your arms around Glenn and you two would occasionally hold hands while cuddling. You would normally kiss his temple before you drifted off to sleep.
Carl: It didn't matter to Carl how you two cuddled, as long as he was with you he didn't care. Carl just loves being in your presence and having you in his arms.
A/N: AAAAH I'M SO SORRY THIS SUCKS! But, in other news:1. I'm starting the story soon (probably will get some idea's from camp) 2. I will be adding Hamilton to my "Who And What I Can Write" list!
