Pairing- Daryl Dixon x GN! Reader
Summary- Quiet memories and flowers
TW- none really, curses once or twice
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The pair looks across the open field, memories flooding back of when they had first met- you, half-dead all on your own, but alive. And Daryl, his crossbow pointed to your head and his eyes guarded as they always were. You both just stood there, tension crackling in the air as one waited for any sublte movement from the other. Your breath had caught when he shot, of course expecting the worst from this strange, roughed-up looking man. A muffled thud and rustle of grass behind you convinced you to breath again, noticing- wow. You weren't dead [somehow]!
It was quiet now, the air stinging with a sharp cold and the rotting smell of walkers that had passed through the area.
Despite the almost dead air, the sight was a needed break from the crumbled buildings and long-forgotten cities and towns you'd see every day. Wildflowers- pops of yellows and hazy blues grew with an enviable freedom, and the sun caught on the tips of the dense grass. The earthy scent in the air was noticable, subtle touches of wild mint and freshly watered grass. As if the world hadn't gone to shit. As if folks weren't dying everyday in horrific ways.
"I thought you were some fallen angel when I first saw 'ya," you tease quietly, the soft hush of wind a soothing whisper for peace, even if fleeting.
"I thought you were alrea'y dead," Daryl responded gruffly, his eyes on the horizon.
You give a soft chuckle. That was fair. Your body was caked in mud and blood- both yours and of walkers. Being all out on your own, focused on the slightest shuffle of feet that could mean life or death, you weren't exactly putting a lot of effort into lookin' pretty.
"Still," You continued, your eyes following the other's to the fading sky. "Why didn't you shoot me then?"
Silence once more draped the pair like a weather-worn blanket. You glanced at him, trying to figure out why he didn't answer. Did he just not hear? Was he ignoring you? Or maybe he just didn't have an answer?
You didn't get a response, as Daryl then began making his way back to the grazing horses you two had arrived on. You blinked, unsure if to be slightly offended or just sum it up to Daryl's odd personality, though followed him anyways. It's not smart to be out at night.
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A/N~ agrhagrgabsg haii! Thank you for reading! This is my first fic, so... wow! I got unneedingly nervous posting this.
I'm not entirely sure if this is just a drabble or the start to a fic, because, to be entirely fair, I am winging all of this [as I'm sure many of us are]. I also was trying to add images, but I couldn't figure out how to make them smaller. Sorry chat 😔. Hopefully more works like these soon, though [and taking less time]!
⋅˚₊‧ ୨ Call me Void! [He/They/Jest]୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
A constantly shifting concept trying their hand at practically every form of art you could think of.
ᰔᩚ Requests are Open, and Questions are always Welcome ᰔᩚ
What I WILL Write!
Trans/Queer/Neurodivergent Reader
Any gender Reader/Character [though I tend to lean towards male]
Platonic/Romantic/Queerplatonic Relationships
AUs
Heavy Angst [though please ask first]
What I Will NOT Write!
Incest, Pedophilia, Smut/Detailed Rape, Noncon/Dubcon, Babytrapping, +others.
Characters I Write For~ Daryl Dixon [TWDS]
Masterlist Below
Fluff~ 🌟
Angst~ 💫
Smut~ ✨️
☾ Proper Fics ☾
• Wildflowers 🌟
Pairing: Reader x Daryl Dixon
Summary: Memories and flowers of the grazing field
TW: none
• I'd Rather Be Asleep 🌟
Pairing: Medic! Reader x Daryl Dixon
Summary: Rather than getting some much needed rest, you're again called to aid the archer. Some banter to lighten your mood?
TW: blood, medical procedures, injury
•Fishing [cont.] 🌟
Pairing: Reader x Daryl Dixon
Summary: It's not the most ethical way to do it, but it worked, so...
TW: blood, gutting a fish
𖤓 Drabbles/Yapping 𖤓
• Daryl with Western!Reader 🌟
TW: none
• Daryl and Reader with a Small Dog 🌟
TW: none
• Daryl with Depressive!Reader 🌟
TW: depression
• Daryl with Reader who's scared of turtles 🌟
TW: none
☆ Ideas ☆
• Fishing [OG post] 🌟
Pairing: Daryl x Reader
TW: none
• Trauma Bond/Cops Don't Help Much 🌟
Pairing: Daryl x Reader
TW: trauma with cops/law enforcement
• Stereotypes 🌟
Pairing: Daryl x Reader
TW: none
Something something yadda yadda where Daryl has Dog and you also have a dog but where he was expecting you to also have a large breed like a husky or a german shephard, you have a demonic chihuahua.
"What. The fuck."
"What?"
"Why-" he sighs, running a hand through his hair and watching as their two dogs meet, hoping they don't start a fight. "When you said you also had a dog, I kinda thought it would at least be more... practical."
You give a playful scoff, crouching down and cupping your chihuahua's face affectionately as if it didn't look like it would viciously bite the next person or thing it saw. "Practical? They're perfectly fine, aren't you, *mi perrito*?"
Daryl watches you with an amusing mix of confusion and reluctant acceptance, his own dog sitting tall by his side as if mildly offended at having met the much tinier creature.
So stereotypical man knows how to fix stuff, yeah? Like, helping if the washing machine broke or the toilet or the sink has a leaky pipe.
Daryl does not know how to do this. He was never taught, understandably.
I think it'd make a cute drabble with Daryl x Reader where maybe one of the group [Alexandria era] is talking about how a pipe in their house is leaking and they all sorta maybe kinda glance at Daryl because he seems to know how to do a lot of stuff. And he just clams up awkwardly, before Reader mentions they know how to fix stuff like that and offer to do it for them.
And ofc later when Reader's fixing it, Daryl's watching as they narrate what they're doing.
It may or may not be hot to him
I'm obsessed rn so yall have to suffer with me-
I think it'd be pretty funny with a bilingual reader in the once piece crew like sanji, but instead of a romantic language, it's one that sounds real harsh [totally not projecting german rn]. They're saying something that's actually pretty sweet, but nobody can tell. Assuming they're being cussed out because of how aggressive the language sounds.
This is your signal to let yourself write the deranged, uncomfortable, disgusting fiction that you've been thinking about.
reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts
Still not over this
“For johnny” GHOST ENGRAVED
Had this idea for a while now-
Reader joining the group in season 1 or 2, and yeah everything's okay and stuff but they like. Do not trust Rick. At all. Not because he's a bad person or anything personal, but he's a cop. And they carry really bad experiences with officers/enforcers of law. And Daryl just gets that, yk. Trauma bond n stuff. Like maybe they have a shared experience trying to call the cops for help but it only made their situation worse.
I'm?? Wow???? I love this so much seriously though I choked on my drink when I saw this thank you so much
Imagine you're out with Daryl needing some food and you come across a real nice river and you go 'I know how to fish!!' And instead of actual fishing like with a rod or whatever you use you straight up just jump in the river and grab them. It's efficient somehow but he just stares at you like