Fennec Came Up With This Poll But Made Me Make It Instead So Whatever

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⋅˚₊‧ 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.

I have the right to deny any requests that make me uncomfortable.

Characters I Write For~ Daryl Dixon [TWDS]

Masterlist Below

Masterlist

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

Been on my mind for a while- sorry for not posting in FOREVER 💔

But short drabble bc

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The wind brushed against the fading green leaves, the trees lining a pathway deeper and deeper into the ever-growing scaping of plants and herbs and every so often a walker or more. The mindless chatter between you and Daryl dealt with everything and nothing, the conversation as flexible as the river that rushed so.

"Nah, that wouldn't work," Daryl huffed, his crossbow thrown over his shoulder and watching you a few paces ahead of him.

"You don't know!" You smile cheekily back at him, your arms out as you balance on the railroad, cracked and rusted from disuse, with small weeds growing inbetween the cracks and over it. "We could at least tr- oh, fuck-!" You startle, missing your footing and almost falling if not for Daryl quickly appearing by your side.

"You okay? Wha's wrong-" he looks down to see what could've startled you, falling quiet.

There, in the overgrown grass, simply grazing in all it's glory- a box turtle, eating a rather large beetle it found on the ground.

Daryl looked back at you, your shoulders square and a step behind the other man, watching the creature intently as if it insulted you personally. You saw the archer's lips twitch, likely biting back a small smile.

"...you jokin'?" His gruff voice finally rises, shifting the crossbow on his shoulder.

You bristled lightly. Who was he to judge? "Hey, turtles are freaky, okay? I'd rather not get biten from it, thanks." Maybe it was kinda irrational, but really, people downplayed turtles. They could be hella fast. And the way they bit? Mm, thanks, but no.

He gives a low chuckle that he fails to pass off as a cough, crouching down and carefuly tracing the yellow-black pattern of its shell as if to prove to you it was a harmless creature.

"Never thought I'd see you scared'a somethin' like a turtle," he teases, picking up the turtle. It immediately retreats to its shell on the touch, though its' sharp red eyes peek out from the pocket of where its' head is.

"Dixon, I swear-"

"Relax, 'm not gonna throw it at'chu," he rolls his eyes, looking at the boxed animal a moment longer before setting it back down. "Probably."

This but with a reader who didn't really celebrate birthdays/has bad experiences from past ones.

When the guys all come together with a surprise birthday for them and reader just stands there all ??? Why? They don't see the point of celebrating their own birthday, it's nothing special. Are they avoiding it because of the memories? Hell yes. Are the guys going to still throw them a birthday? Also hell yes.

Just imagine an emotionally abused reader (in the past) and its their Birthday

The 141 comes home late and with all the travelling they totally forgot the date

Reader just marinating in their thoughts and wracking their thoughts if they did something wrong

Could be fluff could be angst could be platonic could be romantic could be poly

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

*throws this at you because I haven't been writing*

UGH Connie, my beloved<3 I know the show has barely just introduced you but I don't trust them stay safe out their soldier 🫡

Fuck it we ball [I don't wanna keep rewriting it 9373838 times so I'll just edit it while it's up]

you're JOKING I accidentally just deleted the masterlist I was working on forever now 💔💔💔💔💔💔

Wildflowers

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]!

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.

Okay, hear me out: Kyle Pick-Up Artist Garrick. In the sense that he is an expert at dates. Has the routine down to a T. Could become one of those douchey pick-up artists on TikTok, but he’s really doing this for the ladies, okay? Raising their standards and all.

Offers to pick you up. Shows up with a bouquet of flowers with soft colors and pastels—whites, light pinks, and light yellows. Tulips, baby’s breath, peonies. When you open the door, he’s gonna whistle lowly and exhale a huff of laughter. "Sorry, I just… wow. You look amazing." Picks out one flower from the bouquet and places it behind your ear.

Holds the elevator open, opens the door to the car—because he isn’t an amateur. Hand on your thigh, but nearer to your knee because he’s a gentleman, but he still wants you to know how much he wants you. Practiced, occasional glances at you in the rearview mirror, followed by a bashful-looking away when he sees you notice.

Pulls out the chair for you. Holds your hand the entire dinner. Maybe his ankles are brushing yours. Makes you laugh the whole time. (So what if he uses the same jokes? That’s between him and the staff at his favorite restaurant.) Feeds you his dessert with his spoon, and then licks the spoon clean.

Waits for you to go to the bathroom to pick up the check. If you don’t go to the bathroom, he’s gonna pretend to instead. You ask him about the check, and he refuses to elaborate further. Just has a lopsided grin on that beautiful face. Infuriating, really. Wraps his jacket around you so you don’t get cold. Lifts you up princess-style if you say you’re too tired to walk in your heels.

Pulls you in for a chaste, soft goodnight’s kiss at your door. Hand on the small of your back, arms bringing you closer, almost in a hug. Groaning softly into the kiss. He knows exactly the angle at which he needs to tilt his head, exactly the amount of tongue he needs to be using.

Steps away politely, but his big brown eyes look up at you. Of course, you ask him to come in. How could you not? He’s such a gentleman. And he comes in, and he backs you into a corner softly until you sit. Kneels and takes your heels off, kissing his way up your leg. He can almost smell it on you.

The night goes exactly the way he wants it to, with your clothes on the floor of your bedroom and you in his arms.

What a shame you can’t find him when you wake up in the morning, right?