Fanfic Advent Calendar 2022 - Day 05/24: Merry Birthmas!

Glistening white flakes swirled around outside. They gently piled on top of the previous snow present on the ground. It must have been freezing outside according to how cold the window glass was against my fingertips. I watched on, completely mesmerized by the beauty of it all. Everything seemed to be peaceful for once. The only thing missing were the arms of Daryl around me. That was my favorite way to keep warm. 

A smile traced my lips at the thought of him. It was snowing just like this when we shared our first kiss. Though that felt like millennia’s ago.

Don’t know why they would do that Norman? 😜❤️‍🔥😜

#Norman #hotaf #wickedwednesday #hello #notlookingreally #ugh #sexiestmanalive

That all black commonwealth outfit still strong 🔥🏹🖤

#Norman #TWD #Daryllove #sexyaf #allblack #lovedthislooksomuch #perfect #sexiestmanalive

I want this man to do so many unholy things to me. Dear God! 😩😣🥵

I Love You, And I Don't Say It Enough:

Pt. 2; Baby, It's Okay

Pairing: Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) x Reader

Warnings: she/her pronouns used, possible ooc Daryl idk, PinV sex, unprotected sex (wrap that shit 👹), rough to soft sex, canon typical violence, mentions of character death. Not proofread.

About: This is set after Season 7 (meaning if you do not know who died Season 7 Episode 1, please do not read if you do not want spoilers.) This is a little fic about Daryl returning to Alexandria after escaping from Negan. I may have gotten some of the details wrong, but this was mostly for my own enjoyment. If you have a request you want to send in for him or another character, feel free. I will be making a master list for TWD and include the characters I write for here in the next few days!

The past few weeks had been some of the toughest of your life. Not only did you witness two of your good friends die, but you knew that more blood would be shed along the way after theirs. You just didn't think it would be Daryl. He wasn't dead, not from what you knew, at least. They just took him from you. A man who's helped you survive since the beginning. A man who you grew very fond of, and he grew just as fond of you in return. You thought Alexandria brought hope to the future the both of you could share. You were wrong. At least in this moment you were so very wrong.

You were lying against Daryl, tucked safely away beneath the silky sheets. Your head was on his shoulder and one of your hands was flat on his strong chest. You could feel the steady pulse of his heart. Daryl’s fingers were idling tracing shapes on your skin. Both of you were still flushed from your highs, simply basking in the intimacy and comfort of one another.

“Can I ask ya somethin’?” Daryl drawled.

“Hmm?” you hummed, not even opening your eyes. 

“I gave ya one hundred reasons to walk away, but ya never did. Why?“

Now your eyes did flit open and they looked right into his strikingly blue ones. “Because I love you. It’s really that simple.”

Daryl’s arm tightened around you and he sighed. “Most days I think I don’t deserve that,” he drawled.

“Shush,” you scolded him, leaning up on your forearm and stroking your fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. “You deserve the world, Daryl Dixon. Everything you’ve been through—and you still have so much goodness in you.”

He sighed again, but relaxed under your touch. “Ya know I love ya too. More than anythin’.”

“I know.” And you kissed him softly until both of you were breathless again. Prompt: “I gave you one hundred reasons to walk away, but you never did. Why?” / “Because I love you. It’s really that simple.”

The growls outside seemed to fade into a roar of white noise. Your vision blurred and you’d try to blink it clear, but it never seemed to sharpen again.

“Hey. Y/N, listen to me,” Daryl said urgently, leaning down over you. “Stay awake. I need ya to stay awake, okay?” You had a serious concussion and Daryl was worried that if you went to sleep you might not wake up…

You were struggling to stay conscious. Your head felt like there was a knife stuck into it. “I’m just so—so tired,” you murmured. Your eyes closed. “Hey! No, no, no! C’mon! Ya gotta fight it! I need ya to stay awake!” Daryl’s rough hands clasped your face and brushed your hair back. His voice was desperate. Your eyes open again. “Good. Good, just look at me alrigh’?”

A vague smile tugged on your lips despite the seriousness of the situation. “At least my view is good,” you said, fixing your fuzzy eyes to his blue ones.

Daryl shook his head at you, anxiety nearly overwhelming him. “Ya musta hit your head even harder than I thought,” he joked wryly. “Just keep your eyes on me, okay?” He still had your face clasped gently in his hands. It gave you something to focus on besides the pain in your pounding skull. “I’m gonna get us both outta here. Yer gonna be fine. I promise.”

“I know you’d never lie to me, Daryl Dixon,” you breathed. 

“Never.”

Prompt: “Stay awake.”

Y/N: Are we fighting or flirting?

Daryl: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

Y/N: Your point?

Werewolf Daryl has taken over my heart~

Daryl ducked his head. “I dunno… It’s not that I don’t want kids or that I know that I do want ‘em… I just dun think I’d be any good at it.”

“Are you serious?” you asked blurted out. Your face darkened with disbelief.

He looked up at you, a little stunned by your immediate response.

“Daryl,” you said, shaking your head. “I’ve watched you with Judith for years. You’d do anything for her. And she adores you.”

He chewed on his bottom lip and shifted anxiously. “That ain’t the same. She ain’t mine… I can just go hand her back to Rick when shit gets tough,” he said with a dry laugh.

“No. You’re right. It’s not the same. With your own? Your own flesh and blood made with someone you love and who loves you… you’d somehow manage to do even better.”

He met your eyes nervously, his brow a little furrowed still.

You held his gaze, those strikingly blue eyes. “You’re not your father,” you said gently. “You’re not anything like him.”

He ducked his head again. “How do you know?”

“I just know. I know plenty.”

And your words filled him with a warmth that bloomed outward and rushed into his face, flushing his cheeks and ears. “Maybe…” he drawled.

“No. Definitely.” And when you said it, you put you cool hand on his arm and electricity seemed to crackle between you both.

Prompt: “It’s not that I don’t want kids or that I know that I do want ‘em… I just don’t think I’d be any good at it.”

VERMILION: Chapter 19

-Daryl-

We can finally breathe. Alpha and Beta are both dead. The horde of walkers took a swan dive off a cliff. Things could start to piece back together. Even though Alexandria was in shambles. But with everyone working together it should be able to be rebuilt in no time. The first thing that needed to go back up were the walls. Safety was the top priority over everything. Daryl got together with a few others and started to form a rebuild plan.

Maggie and her people helped a lot. As much as Rose boasted that Maggie solely came back for her, Daryl knew there was something else as well. After tracking down her people and having a heart to heart he found out that their village had been destroyed. Regardless, Daryl was glad that she was finally home. It made Rose ecstatic which made him happy.

You were studying Daryl’s face, only inches from yours. His hands were gentle on your upper arms. One of his fingers moved absently against your skin. He’d just kissed you—just grabbed you and kissed you feverishly, heatedly for the first time and you found that you were still a little breathless. 

“Are we in trouble?” you asked him.

His brow lowered over his bright blue eyes. “What do you mean?” he asked, his heart still racing.

“The way this feels… you and me. I feel like if I let myself—” you broke off, too scared to say ‘fall for you’ out loud.

Daryl’s expression relaxed as he understood your meaning. “If tha’s the case, I’ve been in trouble for a long ass time…”

“You should have kissed me sooner,” you said, your lips curving in an intoxicating soft smile.

Daryl ducked his head for a moment. “Ya got no damn idea how much I wanted to…”

“I guess you’ll just have to make up for it now,” you said. His eyes met yours again and you saw a little disbelief in them. He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment and you waited patiently for him to regain his courage, and then he kissed you again, and this time you sunk into it more deeply and the two of you were lost in the sensation of easy bliss.

Prompt: “Are we in trouble?”

awww thats cute

Bonded to you

Daryl Dixon x Reader [Complete]

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5  Pt.6   Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 Pt.11 Pt.12 Pt.13 Pt.14 Pt.15 Pt.16 Pt.17

Summary: Daryl and reader had a something while they both stayed at the Sanctuary after the Saviours were defeated, a secret sort of relationship, that reader wanted to make something more. However, after Rick blows the bridge, Daryl leaves her without a word, unaware of her being pregnant with his child and it’s not after almost two years that Daryl finds out he has a child…and his anger at reader for not having told him before, rivals with reader’s anger at having being tossed aside as nothing by him those to years ago.Dad Daryl, cute fluffy baby-toddler moments, angsty/awkward reader relationship…will they be able to fix it?

One of my favorite fanfics

Played

Preapocalypse. Daryl and Y/N have been friends since they were kids, and now in their early twenties, Y/N works at the bar where the Dixons go every night, where Daryl is about to meet Ima, the cousin of one of the girls who hover around Merle, trying to get something out of his drug-dealing business. She didn’t seem to be like them, though, as she starts talking to Daryl, seeming to like him, and despite Y/N trying to warn him that Ima is bad news and trying something, Daryl falls for it…but when he’ll find out how Ima truly is, will Y/N be there to mend his heart?

This fic is a collaboration with @ddixons-angel, I wrote  Daryl’s side, while she wrote Y/N’s side.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7

Sexy short hair Saturday 🔥🔥🔥

#Norman #hotaf #sexysaturday #sexyshorthair #love #beautiful #gorgeous #sexiestmanalive

Ok handsome u can stop now. My ovaries can’t take it anymore

Not technically TWD Sunday but dropping in some Daryl hairporn just because … 🔥🔥🔥

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