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Random Animal Generator - Perchance
Katsuki Bakugo x Reader
Words: 1995
Warnings/Notes: Swearing, let me know if y'all want a part 3
Part 1 | Part 2
Alright so I grew up on quads and in sand rales, if you don’t know what those are look ‘em up they’re freaking awesome. Anyways dirtbike dudes are usually hot as hell, so of course my brain decided to mix two of my obsessions and so I give you, Katsuki Bakugo riding (not like that you freaks) a dirtbike. I may make more for others. Also for the sake of this pretend they’re allowed to drive and stuff.
The next morning you awoke alone in bed, last night's dream coming rushing back to you. He slept with you. You asked him to stay and he did. But… how did you get into bed, you fell asleep on the couch? Did he carry you? Or did you simply not remember getting up? You quickly shove the thought out of your head and walk into the kitchen. On the table sat two plates, both with waffles and syrup already prepared. Behind one of the plates sat a tired Bakugo, waiting for you to sit down before he started eating. The second you laid eyes on him last night’s dream came rushing back into your head. God, he looks handsome even just sitting there. You smile and take a seat in the chair next to his, smiling over at him before digging into your waffles.
“Thanks for making breakfast by the way. I meant to get up and do it but I slept really well last night and didn’t want to get up,” You smile up at him, laughing at yourself for telling him you slept well, “Did you sleep okay? Some of the beds have better mattresses than others.”
She really doesn’t remember that we slept together. Did she think I was someone else? Or was she just saying my name because we were hanging out earlier that day?
“Yeah, my mattress was fine,” He trailed off for a moment as if lost in thought, “thanks.”
“Of course, just making sure you’re comfortable,” You reply before shoving more waffles into your mouth. Bakugo lets out a small laugh, short and quiet, but you hear it. You look up at him, a weird smile on your face and question in your eyes.
“What?” he questions.
“You laughed, does that mean you’re in a good mood,” You say with a slight chuckle.
“It just means no one has pissed me off that much yet,” Bakugo responds, glancing up at you and then looking back down to his plate.
“Are you insinuating that I’m going to piss you off?” you lean back, pretending to be offended. All you get is a grunt in response.
You go the rest of breakfast without saying much, though it wasn't an awkward silence, it was just comfortable. Neither of you was on your phones or sitting awkwardly, you both just ate. Stealing occasional glances at each other and almost eating in sync. Bakugo seemed calmer to you for some reason. He must just always be more relaxed in the mornings.
Eventually, you finish breakfast and get ready. You opt for a tank top instead of a shirt, today is supposed to be hotter than the last. Bakugo notices, his gaze lingering on you a little longer than normal, though you couldn’t talk your eyes were eating him up with your eyes the way he wears his gear. God, why am I crushing on him so much right now, it’s never been this bad in the past.
You go about getting ready like yesterday, pulling open the garage, and starting your bike. You sit on your bike, waiting for Bakugo to come out of the house. When he walks out he's eating a granola bar, again running his hand through his hair. Why is he always doing that and why does he look so good doing it? Your eyes linger on him a little too long and he looks up to make eye contact with you, unexpectedly keeping it. He walks around to the side of your bike, leaning one of his hands on your handlebar.
“What’re you staring at?” Bakugo cocks his head to the side, taking a bite of his granola bar. A blush slowly creeps onto your face, the confrontation taking you by surprise.
“Oh, nothing, sorry,” you turn your face away, hoping to hide your blushing face.
“Don’t apologize,” He smirks and walks over to his bike, still sitting in the garage from the previous day. He pushes it out and turns it around before starting it up. God, it’s still hot the way he starts it up. The way you can see the muscles on his arms flex and the way he does it so easily. Damn. He follows you again, and you spend the day the same as the previous. Riding until lunch, and once again, he manages to pay. Something about this time was off though. He was being, calmer. He was pumped up from the riding, but he was handling it differently. Looking at you more, riding alongside you rather than in front of or behind you, just overall being nicer, in a way. Eventually, it was getting late again and you both decided to head in. Bakugo followed you down the side of the road once more. You both stop on the pavement outside the barn door, but this time Bakugo goes with you to open it. He helps you lift and push it up. The hell? Why is he acting like nothing just happened? You head inside and grab the ramp for your truck, and once again he helps you carry it. What is going on with him? Don’t get me wrong I like it but, it’s so unnatural for him.
“Do you need help getting your bike up?” You ask as you pull down the tailgate on your truck.
“Nah I got it, just go ahead and go shower, I’ll take one after you,” he nods in the direction of the house and then proceeds to push your quad back into the barn for you.
“Right, thank you, let me know if you need help,” you smile before heading inside and going straight to the bathroom.
Shit… her smile is so damn pretty…
When you walk out of the bathroom, your wet hair hangs around your face, and you see Bakugo sitting at the table.
“Hey, the shower’s open if you wanna take one now,” you say, nodding your head in the direction of the shower.
“Yeah, thanks,” he gets up and walks past you, brushing into you on the way.
“Sorry,” he says so softly you barely hear it, not in a dismissive arrogant way, but in a genuine, caring way. Why did that feel so, comforting? It’s like it shot through my body, making me all warm. While Bakugo takes a shower you pack up the remainder of your clothes. You set your duffle by the door and sit and read at the table to wait. When he gets out he steps into the kitchen for a moment.
“‘M gonna pack up my stuff real quick,” he barely even looks up at you, just looking down at the clothes he’s holding in his hands, his shaggy wet hair still hanging in front of his eyes. Like he’s suddenly shy and doesn’t know what to do with himself.
After a couple of minutes of waiting for him, he calls you back to his room.
“Two seconds,” you say, putting the bookmark in your book and getting up from the table. When you enter his room you see him sitting on the corner of the bed, his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together. His duffle bag sat at his side, the bed re-made and ready for the next person. He looked up at you from his hands, his damp hair still hanging slit=ghtly in his face, dripping little droplets onto his bare chest and grey sweatpants. He wore a pair of sneakers, scuffed from the many times of wearing them.
“I wanted to ask you something,” he starts, “if you say no it’s alright.”
“What is it?” you take a couple of steps closer to him, so you're standing within arms reach.
“I want to ask you out, like on a date, and before you say anything let me tell you why. You know this isn’t my strong suit. I’m not very good with emotions, I’m hotheaded, I mean you know. But I have to try. There was something different about you when we first met. You were… less annoying than the others. Part of me wanted to be around you. I didn’t mind sitting near you at lunch. There were all these little things, still are these little things, that someday I promise I’ll tell you but for now, let me tell you this. I enjoy seeing you, being with you, and this weekend when you spent the whole time with just me it made me feel special, like I was important to you, it felt right.” He looked up at you with questioning eyes. The pink on his cheeks only grows more as the moment becomes more private.
“Bakugo I think we can count this weekend if you think about it.” You stood there smiling, your hands fidgeting with one another. His eyes widened before he let the slightest bit of a smirk rest on his face.
“Well then, would you go on another date with me?” he asks, his confidence growing.
“I really would love to,” you smile, walking towards him and placing your hands on his cheeks.
“You’re cute when you're sentimental,” you say, laughing a little.
“Alright shut up dumbass,” he stands up and your hands fall back down to your sides.
“Let's go,” once again he says it softer than normal, then he slings his duffle over his shoulder, kisses your forehead, grabs your hand, and leads you to the kitchen, all while you stand there a blushing mess. You both silently walk to the front door, you grab your book off the table while he picks up your duffle bag.
“I can carry it myself you know,” you cross your arms and give him a look.
“I know,” is all he says before walking out the door, leaving you to lock up and follow after him.
On the ride home, he sits up for the first little while, but eventually, he decides to lie down and rest his head on your lap. You have an old truck, old enough that the seat is a bench. So he lays across the whole thing, his head on your thigh and you spend as much of the ride as you can with your free hand in his hair or resting on his shoulder.
When you make it to the storage locker where he stores his bike he tells you to wait in the truck and rest for a minute while he unloads it and puts it away. When he’s done he gets back in and tells you to swap places. He drives the 20 minutes back home, and by then it’s dark. You quickly fall asleep, your head on his lap this time. He plays with your hair a little and puts his jacket over you. When you arrive back at the dorms he carries you inside and brings you up to your room. When he sets you down you reach out for him and hold onto his hand.
“Is this going to be like last night where you ask me to stay and I have to leave at the earliest hours to make sure no one finds out?” he asks as he squats down so his face is level with yours.
“That was real?” you mumble out.
“Yeah, that was real. I’ll be right back I gotta get our bags,” He pulls the blanket over you and kisses you on the forehead. Then he runs back out to your truck to get both your bags and makes sure to lock the truck afterward. He goes back up the elevator and drops off his bag in his room before bringing your own to you. When he gets there he finds you passed out, tired from the long weekend.
“Sleep well, y/n, we’ll get plenty of chances to sleep together,” he smiles at you one last time before walking out and shutting your door. This girl is going to be the death of me.
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Katsuki Bakugo x Reader
Words: 3002
Warnings/Notes: Swearing, I know this is really out of the ordinary for my SW and TWD fans but humor me please I'm expanding lol.
Part 1 | Part 2
Alright so I grew up on quads and in sand rales, if you don’t know what those are look ‘em up they’re freaking awesome. Anyways dirtbike dudes are usually hot as hell, so of course my brain decided to mix two of my obsessions and so I give you, Katsuki Bakugo riding (not like that you freaks) a dirtbike. I may make more for others. Also for the sake of this pretend they’re allowed to drive and stuff.
“And now for y/n’s room!” Mina exclaimed. Everyone was going around looking at each other's rooms, and yours was the last on the list, being that you were on the top floor at the end of the hallway.
“Oh, right,” you held an awkward smile on your face as you opened the door for everyone. You left the bed in the right corner, although you changed the bedding to something more to your liking. You changed the desk on the left wall to something a bit bigger, already lined with stationary stuff. Posters from your favorite shows and movies lined the left wall, but the shelves on the right are what caught Bakugo’s attention. The shelves were lined with different things there for show, but what caught his attention was the helmet. Sitting off to the side on the last shelf was a riding helmet. It was detailed with your favorite color and the goggles that sat around it were black-rimmed with a sun protection lens to match the colors on your helmet. After everyone was done looking over your room you all went back downstairs to vote. After which everyone said their goodbyes and went off to bed. You were one of the last ones to leave, not wanting anyone to feel left behind. When you finally made your way up to your room you saw someone standing outside your door. As you got closer you recognized the hair.
“Bakugo? What are you doing here?” You asked.
“You ride?” He was quick to the point. He’d always been like that, obvious as to why he was there, and once he was done with whatever he needed that was the end of it. It’s one of the things you grew to appreciate about him. There was no bullshit.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. Did you see my helmet? I mostly ride my quad or drive my parent’s sand rale,” You explained. He didn’t say anything at first, just kept leaning against the wall.
“You busy this weekend?” He finally asked, his eyes looking up to meet yours.
“No, just homework,” You crossed your arms and leaned your shoulder against the wall.
“Wanna go up to the sand dunes near here?” he asked in such a casual way, that you almost didn’t realize this was so out of the ordinary for him. “My bike is in a storage locker not too far from here on the way, if you don’t mind putting it in the bed of your truck.”
“Yeah! I mean,” you stopped and laughed at yourself a little, “not many people I know ride. My family has a cabin up there that we can stay at. There's plenty of beds and it’s got a huge barn, there's plenty of space for your bike, we leave all our stuff up there.”
Your body was practically shaking from the excitement. Bakugo nodded and pushed himself up from the wall.
“Better be fast,” is all he said as he walked down the hallway to the elevator. You sent the rest of the night all pumped up for the weekend. Something about Bakugo asking you to go riding with him was so special to you. You’d always noticed how he treated you a little differently. He didn't yell so much at or around you. He’d always do little things he didn’t even seem to realize he was doing, like keeping the door open a second longer for you or throwing a water bottle at you at the end of practice. Things that made it seem like he was picking on you. At first, you tried to push it off as him doing just that, but over time it just made you like him more and more. And now you were going to do one of your favorite things with him, and he's the one who asked you.
By the time the weekend came around, you had both agreed to leave early Saturday morning and come back Sunday night, giving you two full days of riding. You went through the week stealing glances at Bakugo every chance you got, and you started to realize you were falling for him more and more.
You got up early Saturday morning like planned. You threw on some leggings and a cropped T-shirt, packing your bag with all your clothes for the weekend, all your gear and everything else you would need was already up there. You were zipping up your bag when you heard a knock on your door.
“Come on in,” you call out. Bakugo opens the door, walking in a couple of steps. He’s wearing grey sweats and his black skull t-shirt, a duffle bag hanging from his shoulder.
“You ready?” His morning voice caught you off guard. It was deeper than normal, and fucking attractive if you were being honest. You nod in response, grabbing your duffle bag off your bed. The helmet inside hits your thigh and you let out a little yelp, laughing at yourself quickly after. You glance at Bakugo and swear you see the hint of a smirk on his face.
“Let’s go idiot,” Bakugo leaves the room, you following quickly after and shutting your door.
The ride up to your cabin was about an hour, plus half an hour to pick up Bakugo’s bike. When you finally made it up it was still pretty early in the morning. You decided to eat some breakfast and then head to the dunes. Your cabin was close enough that all you had to do was ride the bikes down the road and you’d be at the entrance. While Bakugo unleaded his bike, you made waffles in the kitchen.
“Bakugo! Waffles are done,” You called through the screen door. A minute later he came jogging in from the barn. His shirt was off and his abs were on full display. You turned away blushing, bringing the two plates of waffles to the round breakfast table. You already had the syrup and silverware out and waiting. You sat down at the table at the same time, eating in silence.
“Thanks for the breakfast, you gonna be ready after this?” Bakugo asks, putting his plate in the sink.
“Yeah, just gotta put on my gear and get my quad out,” Your reply. Once again he simply nods and retreats to one of the rooms to change. You had changed into your usual riding outfit when you got there. A pair of athletic shorts with a zipper pocket, a t-shirt, and some sandals. You head out to the barn and open the big door. Inside are a couple sand rales, a side by side, a couple quads and a couple bikes. It was mostly your family who used the cabin, but your uncle and his family came up here sometimes too, hence all the stuff. Your quad was right in front, making it easy to pull out onto the cement patch next to where Bakugo’s bike was sitting. Your riding bag was against the wall on one of the shelves so you went back inside to grab it before shutting the barn door again. You quickly slide on your riding pants and are clicking on the last boot when you hear Bakugo’s boots click across the pavement. You stand up to face him, your face immediately getting flushed. He’s standing there with only his riding pants and boots on, running his gloved hand through his hair.
“Forgot your helmet inside,” He extends his arm towards you, holding your helmet in his hand.
“Right, thank you,” you take it from him and watch as his hand comes to rest on his hip. He responds with a hum as he grabs his chest protector off his bike. Good to know he’s at least wearing some protection. You take the time to check over your bike, turning on the gas and making sure there aren't any leaks or anything. By the time you’re done, you're both putting on your helmets and ready to go. You rest your foot on the peg, swinging your other leg over so you're sitting on the quad. You look over at him and can’t help but think about how hot he looks sitting on the bike, his one foot on the peg while his other supports him. You stand on your bike and jump down on the kickstart. Shit, I forgot the choke. You immediately think when the bike doesn’t start. You once again laugh at yourself a little and reach down to pull the choke, and you swear you heard him laugh. You jump down on the kickstart again, giving it a little gas and it starts right up. You look over to see him watching you, though he quickly looks away when you turn in his direction. He kicks down on his bike and it starts right up, so. fucking. hot. He motions for you to lead the way and you take off, him following not far behind.
After the time it took for you two to get stickers and a couple of hours of riding, you two were both ready for a break and some food. You motion to him that you’re heading down to the parking lot and he nods in agreement. You take off from your stopped position near one of the posts, expecting to ride the exit strip like a normal person, but Bakugo has other ideas. He suddenly rips past you, spraying sand all over your and your quad. Oh, it’s fucking on. You take off towards him, matching his speed and riding alongside him. You watch his muscles flex every time he pulls in the clutch to shift. The smooth control over the bike and his sweat making him glisten under the sun are so damn attractive. You two ride side by side down the strip, and when you get to the end he lets off, letting you go in front. You laugh and glance back at him, only to get his middle finger shoved in your face. Oh shut up Bakugo, you're just mad that you’re being nice.
When you reach the food trucks in the parking lot, you park your bikes in one of the parking spots. You unbuckle your helmet and turn to face him, a smile reaching your face. As he takes off his helmet, you see his hair, now shaggy from the helmet, fall around his face. He looks so, content. Like he’s truly happy and enjoying himself, plus he looks really fucking pretty so that’s a plus.
“So I won the race, right?” You tease him as you both hop off your bikes.
“Ha! As if. I let you go in front of me,” He tries to keep a straight face as he says it, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Hey now, I think I won fair and square,” In your head, you knew that wasn’t true. You saw him let off the throttle and down-shift. Maybe he wanted to be nice, maybe he likes me more than he’ll say… Yeah right, he probably did it so he could torment you about it later.
“Hmph, guess we’ll have to rematch when we get up there,” Bakugo says it so easily, like you two do this normally, “What do you want from the truck?”
“Uh, I think I’m going to get my usual,” You look around at all the people eating, some sitting at tables, some leaning against their rides.
“Alright,” Bakugo leads you two up to the truck and you both put in your orders. You reach into your zipper pocket to grab your money, when Bakugo hands the person some cash.
“Bakugo, I have money I can pay,” you look to his face and see that he’s already looking at you.
“I got it,” He responds simply, taking the change from the lady. He puts it in his pocket and moves his hand to the small of your back, your face immediately getting flushed. Hopefully, it just looks like sunburn. He keeps his hand there as he directs you to the other end of the food truck, where you wait for your orders. Does he even recognize that he’s doing it?! Does he know what it makes me feel? When your orders come out he steps in front of you and grabs both orders. You follow him back to your bikes, where he sets your food on the end of your quad.
“Eat it all, you’re going to need the energy,” Bakugo leans against his bike, taking a big bite of his food. God, it sounds like he’s taking care of me. Can’t he tell that I want this to be our normal? Can’t he tell I have a damn crush on him? You eat in silence again, both downing your food in hopes of getting back to riding sooner. When you both finish he takes your trash and jogs to the trash to throw it away.
“Such a gentleman,” you tease.
“Shut up idiot,” He bites back, though his tone sounds more teasing than actually mad.
You take off again and spend the rest of the day riding to your heart’s content. As the afternoon passes, you realize you're watching him more and more. Cheering him on when he races people on the drag strip, and cheering even more when he wins. Watching as he jumps hills and does tricks in the air. You both decide to end the day racing through the wooded part of the dunes. Swerving in between trees and crossing each other's paths. Eventually, it starts to get darker and you decide to turn in for the night. You leak Bakugo back down the exit and along the road to your cabin. You stop your bike outside the barn on the pavement and get off to open the garage door. You show him where he can park his bike and you push yours in backward after him.
“Oh, somebody's fancy,” Bakugo shoots at you.
“Well maybe this somebody wants to be able to start it up and go,” you shoot back.
“Whatever idiot, let's just get inside before the bugs get out,” He blows off your comeback and starts walking towards the cabin. You roll your eyes and shut the garage door, following shortly after him. While you go to your room and change into pajamas, he makes each of you a sandwich and sets them on the makeshift coffee table in the living room, which is just a couch, some boards to make a table, and a TV that you can only play DVD’s on. The cabin has an open floor plan, which means everything besides the bathroom and three bedrooms is one big room. You walk out to see him sitting on the side of the couch, one of his arms on the armrest and the other extended over the back of the couch.
“What movie do you want to watch?” He leans his head back over the couch and looks at you.
“Whatever you want, I’ve seen ‘em all,” You round the couch and realize he’s in only his riding pants. Damn, I knew dudes who ride are hot but, they get significantly better looking when you already like them. You wait as he puts the movie he picked in before sitting back down. He leans to the table and hands you your already-made sandwich.
“Thanks,” you take the paper plate from him and eat the sandwich pretty quickly. As the movie goes on, the plates end up stacked on the table, and you're slightly closer than you were before. You can feel your eyes starting to droop and shortly after you fall asleep, unaware of how you’ve fallen into Bakugo’s side… and how his arm has worked its way from the back of the couch to resting around you. Eventually, the movie ends and you’re still out.
“Damn idiot, falling asleep during the movie,” Bakugo mumbles and he carefully stands and picks you up, holding you in his arms. He carries your sleeping body to your room, nudging your door open with his foot. He carefully lays you on your bed and pulls one of the blankets from the end over your body.
“Damn, you don’t even know how good you look right now,” He whispers to you like you’re going to hear him, “Goodnight idiot.”
Bakugo takes your hand and kisses the top of it, ready to retreat to bed himself when you slip into consciousness.
“Stay,” your request takes him by surprise.
“Are you awake?” He mumbles to himself again. Your eyes are still closed and the only sign you showed of being awake was that one word.
“Please, Katsuki,” your words come out in what feels like slow motion. Bakugo doesn’t know what to do. Your hand is still holding his and you asking him to stay is something he’d been longing for for a long time.
“Yeah, I’ll stay,” Before he even knows what he’s saying he lets go of your hand and runs to his room as quietly as he can, changing quickly into his pajama shorts and running back to your room. There you are, laying peacefully in your bed, your stomach slowly rising and falling. He could leave. He could go back to his room and go to sleep and pretend it never happened, but part of him wants to fulfill your every wish and desire. He cautiously walks to the bed and climbs in from the other side. He’s careful not to touch you right away, in case you really were talking in your sleep and didn’t want him there. He laid stiff as a board for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should stay, when you rolled over and laid your head on his shoulder, your arm reaching across his chest and your leg intertwining with his. He moves his arms to hold you, making you snuggle in closer. His greatest wish was coming true, and you simply thought you were dreaming.
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Hey y’all, so I’ve been a bit absent for a hot minute… oops! I’m back for the summer though! Let me catch y’all up! I’m still working on TWD, I haven’t actually finished it. I’m also still very, very, very, into Star Wars, I do RP on here for that for the most part. I’m also trying to expand my horizons, so I started watching My Hero Academia. I’m already working on some fic’s for that. Anyone reading who is here for my Daryl Dixon fics don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you! I’m currently trying to balance work and my “vacations” with my hobbies, while also giving myself time to relax and chill.
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Stars in the Night (Lilith's Backstory)
The Maze of a Mind
Chapter 2
When Lilith woke up she slowly looked around. The pirate was still against the wall, although he was asleep, and the doctor was sitting in a chair next to her bed. She realized no one was watching her so she took the moment to run. She sat up and carefully slid off the bed. She walked quietly to the door and prayed that it would open when she pushed the button. She pushed it and the door opened with a loud whoosh. She turned to look at the pirate and saw him still asleep, but when she turned to the doctor, he was awake and looking right at her. She hesitated only a moment before running out the door. She looked back to see him not following her, and she took that as her chance. She took off down the hallways, not even noticing she knew exactly where to go.
The doctor gave her a decent head start before getting up from his chair and walking over to the pirate. He kicked the pirate’s boot once and he woke up with a jolt. It took the pirate a moment to look around and remember where he was before jumping out of his chair and asking where the girl was. The doctor told him she had run off when he was asleep. The pirate looked at the doctor with an angry look, stating that now the captain would be pissed, and they would likely both be dead within the hour, but the doctor reassured him that it was a good thing. They went to the mess hall where everyone was eating and walked up to the captain, telling him what happened. The doctor could tell he was about to get mad so he reminded the captain that with the surgery they had done, they had complete control over the girl. After thinking about it for a moment, the captain asked him to show him how it worked. So he did. The doctor pulled out the datapad and showed him her exact location. He also showed him where she was from her point of view. Lilith was almost to the door to outside and the captain watched as she typed in the code no problem on the first try. The doctor switched screens to show the captain what was going through her head. It showed every little thought she had. The captain showed that he was satisfied and asked him to show the command center. The doctor switched screens once again and was brought to a screen with tons of buttons and a spot to type. He showed the captain what all of the buttons meant and how to type commands as well. The captain hit the return button and switched back to the screen where he could watch her location.
Lilith suddenly felt a switch in her mind. She couldn't tell why, but she suddenly turned around and started running towards the mess hall. Why was she running to them? Why didn't she have control over her mind? Why was this happening? She got to the mess hall and the doors automatically opened for her. She walked straight down the middle, the pirates causing chaos moving out of the way as she walked closer. By the time she was at the end of the mess hall, all of the pirates were staring and waiting. The captain only snickered when she stopped in front of him. He stood and turned to the crowd that had gathered.
“Hello everyone. I have an announcement to make! And I think you all are going to like it.” His voice was uneven. It was sloppy and dragged some of his words, obviously drunk, Lilith thought.
“This here,” he said to the girl, “is Lilith. She will be joining us in our pirating activities from now on.” He said with a smirk. “That's all, go back to whatever you were doing.” He smiled and fell back into his chair. It finally made sense to her, she was being controlled. They did something to her and took control over her mind. She wasn't herself. She thought about it and she knew everything. She had every fact ever stored in her brain. Every fighting method, including jedi ways. She knew the layout of every building that anyone had access to. Everything. Aside from what the pirates couldn't get of course. She also could identify any of the pirates and any of the jedi, or any of the people the pirates had in their database.
The captain told the pirate and doctor to show her to her room and she willingly followed. They took her to a place different from her cell. She was led to a room down a dark side hallway. There were boxes stacked at the end of it and another door across from hers, but other than that it was empty. The door opened when she stepped in front of it and she was slightly surprised. It was rather big. Not huge, but not small either. There was a big bed in the right corner with blankets and pillows, the bed already made. There was a small nightstand next to it with a clock and lamp. When she stepped in and looked to the left she saw her closet along the same wall as the door. It was a tall dresser with a hanging area on top and drawers on the bottom. The pirate and doctor watched as she ventured farther into the room and the pirate snickered and muttered something about the captain wanting her to like it so she had less of a chance of resisting. The doctor mentioned that she had no choice. Then the door shut with a whoosh. She turned and looked back for a moment before continuing to look around the room. There was a door on the wall across from her dresser and she stood in front of it to see what was inside. The door opened and she saw a small bathroom. A simple shower, sink, and toilet. She didn't even think to go in. Instead she turned and opened the dresser. Inside were many different outfits looking like they were tailored to her. She looked through them, noticing they were all for different habitats and some were stealthy while some were citizen clothes. She picked the one meant for when she wasn't on a mission, once again realizing she knew this without someone telling her. She slipped out of the clothes they put her in for the surgery and put on the other outfit. She then went over to the bed, laid down, and quickly fell asleep.
Pt. 1
Stars in the Night (Lilith's Backstory)
Born to the Night
Chapter 1
When Lilith was born, her parents didn't want her. They never had. She was an accident and they were going to get rid of her the moment they had the chance. Maybe even leave the hospital without her. But then of course her mother had the great idea of keeping her and using her to get chores done. When she was too young to do much they didn't do much but keep her alive. She had a pet bed on the floor of the living room, which was comfortable enough for her. She had to learn to feed herself very quickly, once her mom stopped breastfeeding her she stopped feeding her at all. By the time she was five years old she was accustomed to the way things were at her house. She would wake up by something being thrown at her or some yelling and then she would do whatever her parents, if you could call them that, would ask of her. Being able to use the air to reach things she couldn't or lift heavier things was helpful too. Of course she had the force but she didn't know that at the time. She didn't know it was anything special.
By the time she was 10 she was used to it, it was routine. She woke up before her parents, hours before, and would practice reading and writing and study all of the old books and such that her parents had. Then her parents would wake and she would start her chores and tasks and whatever they asked her to do, while they just sat on the couch and watched the holonet every day. One day her father got up and told her to follow him, so she did. He led her all the way into town and then into the space port. She watched as he met up with some of what she heard other people calling pirates. The pirate handed her dad a bunch of money and in return her dad pushed on her back, forcing her to take a couple steps towards the man. One of the others standing beside him grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the ship. Of course Lilith tried to fight back, tried to fight back, but it was no use. She was dragged to a cell in the ship yelling and crying.
She slept, ate, and lived in that cell for 3 days before she felt the ship landing. One of the pirates came in and grabbed her, dragging her outside onto a dusty brown planet. She was dragged into a building and thrown into another cell. She spent another 5 days in the cell. She heard whispers outside of it about the force and jedi and all these other things she didn't understand. Eventually another pirate came and opened the cell once again. This time he put an electric collar on her and let her walk by herself. She followed him to a room with a bunch of machines and a very uncomfortable bed in the middle. Another man was waiting in the room, but he didn tlook like the others she had seen. He looked like her. The pirate stood against the wall and watched as the man in the room directed Lilith to lay on the table. He then asked her to be calm as he put a syringe with a needle into her skin. She hated the pinching but sat through it the best she could. She felt funny for a moment and then fell quickly asleep.
Pt. 2
What? Everyone else went on a life-changing field trip with Omega. Now it's my turn.
-Crosshair
Full training video of me practicing! Definetly not all the way there yet, but working on it!
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siblings will mess with you just because, like telling you that the paper in Hershey's Kisses is edible.
is it Wednesday yet?
Sorry for the Break
Hi, I'm so sorry for disappearing for a while with no context.
We found out around Christmas time that my mom had cancer and it took a lot out of me and my family. I'm just now getting back into a schedule and back to things I enjoy doing. I'm probably going to still be on and off for a bit but I'm gonna be here as much as I can.
I would also like to mention that I was trying to get the Rp group Hunks of Junk back up and running with the rest of the council right as we found out so I posted some things and then disappeared lol. Those posts still stand and if you would like to join you are welcome to, just head to that page and see what you need to do.
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Prompt List
6 - “Why are you following me around like a lost duckling.”
19 - “Can't you just not work today?”
Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader
Words: 1027
Warnings/Notes: None
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It had been a long week up till now. The group was busy working in Alexandria. Some people gardening, others building up the wall or keeping watch. You woke up to an empty house, your father already out and working. You walk down the stairs as he comes in the door.
“I figured you’d be up about now. I’ll make ya some breakfast and then I gotta head back to work.” Daryl walks over to you after setting his bow down on the bench by the door. “What d’ya think of that?”
“Can’t you just not work today?” you complain to him all the time about how much he’s out and helping out.
“Pumpkin, we talked about this, I have to help out.” Daryl picks you up and carries you over to the kitchen.
“But you’re always goneeee.” you drag out the end of your sentence. Adding a whining tone to your voice. Daryl sets you on the counter as he gets out the waffle maker.
“Hey, wha’td I say bout yer whinin’.” Daryl doesn’t look at you, but you can hear the sternness in his voice.
“Sorry daddy.” You fiddle with your fingers while you wait for him to turn back around. When he does he has the waffle mix and other instruments in his hands.
“Yes!” you say with excitement, your fists shooting up.
“Figured you'd be excited.” He comments with a smirk as he begins mixing the batter.
you sit on the counter and help with what you can as your dad makes you waffles. You two have a great time talking and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
Eventually the waffles are all done and you two sit at the barstool and eat them. You watch as your dad eats only a couple and gives you the rest of his syrup.
“Why didn't you eat as much?” You pause shoving the waffles in your mouth to talk.
“I had some food earlier this morning, so I ain't that hungry.” He says with a small smile.
You smile and shrug, shoving more waffles in your mouth.
“Alright kid, I gotta get back t’ work.” He stands up and ruffles your hair, placing a kiss on the top of your head.
“Can't you stay home today?” you finish eating your waffles and turn around to face him in you chair.
“We talked about this kiddo, I gotta do this.”
“Then I can come with you?” you mouth shoots up in a smile and you run towards the stairs. “Lemme grab my stuff.”
You don't even give him a chance to say anything before you run up the stairs and grab your little messenger bag. You shove in your coloring book, a normal book, and some extra little things.
You come down the stairs to him dressed back in his boots and jacket, standing with his arms crossed, his bow hanging off his shoulder.
“Alright, c'mon.” he says, nodding his head towards the door.
“Hang on, I gotta put on my boots.” you plop on the floor next to the shoes, which are only yours and Daryl's at the most.
When your done tieing them up, Daryl helps you to stand and hands you your pocket knife. He got it for you a while ago and wont let you leave the house without having it on you.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Ready.” you look up and smile at him.
He only nods before opening the door and holding it open for you. He shuts it behind him and walks alongside you. Today he has to get the bike ready so he can go out scouting with Aaron eventually. You two walk along the sidewalk, watching the few birds fly by or someone else on a walk. It's times like this that you miss with him. Even before Alexandria, when you were always on the run. You get to be with him all the time and do everything with him. You don't like being alone in the house all day every day.
When you make it to Aaron's house he greets you with a snack and juice.
“Thanks!” you say with a smile. Even after all the waffles you had just 20 minutes ago you eat the fruit he handed you right away and sipped on the juice.
You follow Daryl into Aaron's garage and see the bike Daryl has been working on.
“Are we gonna be able to ride it just like your last one!?” You look at him with and excited expression plastered on your face.
"Eventually, I might change some things to make it easier, and we need to find you a helmet if we can.”
“How are we gonna find a motorcycle helmet for me?”
“I dunno kid. Even if it was just a bike helmet. Any type of helmet really.” He sits on the stool and begins messing with parts.
“How ‘bout ya sit in that chair over there and color or someth'n.” He nods towards a chair in the corner.
“I think I'm gonna watch you.” you set your bag down in the chair and stand by where Daryl was working. You stay for a while like that day. Following him when he goes to the workbench or the other side of the bike.
“Alright kid, why are you following me around like a lost duckling?”
“I just wanna see what your doing, and I miss when we were together all the time.”
He stops what he's doing and looks up at you from his seat.
“Pumpkin, why didn't you tell me. I could have taken you with me more.”
“I dunno. I just figured you weren't alway gonna be this busy.”
“I get it, and I'm sorry. I didn't really notice that you wanted to come, I thought you would like having your own space.”
“I just miss you sometimes.”
“Alright, I'll tell you what, tomorrow we'll have a just us day. We can do whatever we want.”
“Alright.” a smile breaks out on your face and you giggle in excitement.
“Alright kid.” Daryl has a smirk on his face as he continues to work and you continue to watch.
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Prompt List
13 - "You fucked up, and now you have to fix it. I'm not just going to pretend you didn't hurt me."
Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader
Words: 1789
Warnings/Notes: same as show
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Daryl found you when you were little. Back when they first found the prison. He raised you like you were his own. You argued a lot, most of it is harmless. It wasn’t even arguing, just bickering. That’s just the way you two got along. You both loved each other and you both knew that. He introduced you as his daughter whenever it came up, and so did everyone else. Most of the time you agree on things. Sometimes things would come up and you would get mad at each other, like when you first started going on runs. Or when you started helping in battles. Or smaller things like overworking yourself or something. You two would have your argument, end it out of anger, not speak to each other for a little while, and then make up and come to an agreement. Daryl usually ends up giving in, just because he wants you happy. However, there are times that he’ll do whatever he thinks is right and won’t let you get a word in. That’s when you get really pissed, you ignore him for a little while, and usually, he lets you have your space. You always end up going back and apologizing anyway.
After a little while of living in Alexandria, you get more and more comfortable living with everyone. Carl tries to get you to hang out with him and the other kids but you try to keep your distance. You convince yourself that you won't like hanging out with them anyway. You learn of different ways to sneak out of the walls. You learn when to sneak into the armory and when not to. You get good at listening to people around you and sneaking around them. The only thing you can’t do is sneak around Daryl. You’re a teenager of course you’re going to be rebellious, but you also want to go outside. You don’t want to get weak. You had talked to Carl in the beginning about training together, but he just follows his dad around all the time.
Eventually, you learn your father’s schedule as well. You learn when he’s home and when he’s not. When he’s outside the walls and when he’s not. You learn when to sneak out and when not to. You learn when Olivia records what's in the armory. Not to brag but you’ve gotten really good at sneaking around.
One day you decide to go out. Daryl is supposed to be out working around Alexandria for a while and Olivia is out helping as well. You sneak out of your and Daryl’s house and head towards the armory. You're careful to check your surroundings, making sure no one sees you, and if they do you act as casual as you can. You make it over to the armory and sneak in through the back door. Thankfully there are no surprise visits today. You grab your pistol and some ammo before sneaking back out the door. You put the extra ammo into the backpack you packed full of snacks and extra stuff. You’re careful when going through the courtyard, making sure to make it look like you're just going for a walk whenever someone sees you. You get to the spot you always use to climb over, the beam positioned so you can easily climb back up it. You do one last check before climbing up and over the wall.
After spending a while outside you realize that your dad will probably be getting home soon. You turn around and start to make your way back. You’re about halfway when you hear rustling to your side. You freeze in place and look around for a second. You don’t hear the growling of walkers or any other kinds of movements for that matter.
“Hello?” you call out. You get no response so after a couple of seconds you decide it was probably nothing. You glance around one last time before continuing on your walk. It’s only after a few minutes that you hear the rustling again.
“Ok, whoever is following me I know you're there.” you stop again and turn to where the rustling was. Suddenly you hear a whining in your ear and look to the tree you're standing next to to see an arrow a little too close to your head. You whip your head in the direction it was shot from and see Daryl stepping out from behind a tree.
“What the hell?” you stare him down as he walks closer to you.
“Don’t “what the hell” me! What the hell are you doin’?” He rips his arrow out from the tree.
“I just wanted to go outside for a little while. It's fine.” you snap at him. He of all people should understand not wanting to get weak.
“It’s fine!? Don’t tell me it’s fine. You could’ve died and non’ us woulda known.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t. I’m out here all the time and come back without a scratch.” you realize what you just said all too quickly, and as it hits your face, your father realizes it too.
“You what?” He stops pacing around and looks you dead in the eye.
“I come out here while you're gone at work sometimes. It’s no big deal.” you suddenly feel very defensive. “ I come back every time don’t I?”
“You could’ve gotten killed. What the hell?! You think you can just do fuckin’ whatever!? I’m here to take care of you. I can’t do that if you're trying to get yourself killed every goddamn day!” He points at you with the arrow still in his hand.
“I’m trying to make sure I don’t get weak. You can sit inside those walls and pretend there aren't walkers out here but you’re gonna get weak and when that happens I’m gonna be the one who fucking makes it. I’m gonna be the one protecting everyone else.” you can feel yourself getting more and more angry.
“Goddamn it! I’m not getting weak kid I’m trying to get us somewhere safe!” he starts his pacing again.
“And that’s fine! But I’m older now, you can’t expect me to just sit around. And I can do what I want! It’s not like you’re my real father anyway.” you realize what you said immediately and cover your mouth with your hands. “I’m sorry.” you whisper.
Daryl just stares at you, you can see the hurt and betrayal on his face.
“Dad I’m sorry.” You feel the tears welling up and you can see the hurt in his eyes.
He stands and stares for a moment longer before he turns and starts walking back toward Alexandria.
“Please, I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t thinking. Please listen to me!” you feel tears rolling down your face and you start sniffling.
He just keeps walking so you trail behind him. You two walk in silence the whole way. Not a sound from each besides your occasional sniffle.
When you get back you both enter the house without a word and he goes straight to his room. Usually, you two will sit and eat and talk before going to bed. Yet you stand alone in the kitchen. You eat an apple in silence before heading up to your room and lying in bed. You expect to fall asleep with no problem, however, that’s not the case. You lay in bed for hours. The day’s events running over and over in your head. Eventually, you fall asleep, but you wake up again two hours later. The night goes on and on like that. Sleep for a couple of hours, awake for a couple.
Eventually, you wake up and head downstairs. Usually Daryl would either be there or would leave a note. Yet, no Daryl, and no note. You go through the whole day just sitting around worrying. You decide to go for a walk later but you end up just walking in circles around the neighborhood.
At night when Daryl gets home you have dinner already ready. Set out on the counter and everything. Your waiting behind the counter when he walks in. You look up and smile as he shuts the door. You watch as he takes off his boots. As he hangs up his jacket and sets down his tools. And as he completely ignores you and walks up the stairs to his room.
It goes on for multiple days like that. No talking, be barley even looks at you. After about a week your sick of it, so you decide to confront him.
“Dad, why won’t you talk to me? I apologized.” You ask him when he walks in one day.
“You never apologized kid.” He doesn’t even look up at you to say it, just continues to take off his boots.
“But I did. I apologized over and over. Right after it happened to. I didn't mean it, you know that.”
“No.” He just stays where he's sitting, both of his boots resting on the floor next to him. “No kid, I don't know that. I care for you. I know we don't say i much but I do. And when you said that it hit. Hard. You fucked up, and now you have to fix it. I'm not just going to pretend you didn't hurt me”
“But I'm trying, I said I was sorry, I tried to make you dinner. I've waited for you every day thinking and worrying about what I said. I haven't even left the house since!”
“And how the fuck do you tink I can trust you right now!” He stands up surprisingly quick, making you take a step back. “You can’t be trusted right now. How do I know your not sneaking out every day still?”
“Because I can almost guarantee that you have someone watching the house at all times if not yourself.” you pause for a moment and can feel the tears welling up in your eyes. “I, have tried to make it up to you. I have thought on what I said every second since I said it. I never meant it. I will never mean it. Daryl, you have been my father for years now. Not whatever dude I barely remember anymore, you. You're my dad and I really, really mean it.”
You have tears streaming down your cheeks and you can see the water in his eyes. Not that he would ever let you see him cry. He slowly steps toward you and reaches his hands out to you. you let him pull you in, he wraps one arm around the top of your shoulders and his other hand rests on the back of your head.
“‘s ok kid, we'll be ok.”
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Till the End - Ch. 3 - Pt. 2
Chapter 3
Shes Only Six
(notes - episode re-write y'all better love this. jk have ur own opinions lol but I hope you enjoy.)
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Crimson watches as the people around her pull out guns. She sees Hershel and the other young girl heading back for the door. She freezes. Unsure of what to do. The panic hit. The dead people are coming towards her, everyone is running around, and the world is just being too loud. She can hear Rick yelling at everyone, and at Lori, to get out of there. To get away from the walkers, but her feet are just stuck.
“Crim!” she suddenly hears a voice call her name. She snaps out of whatever trance she was in.
“Crim go with the others!” She turns her head for a moment to see Daryl yelling at her to follow Lori and the others. She suddenly takes off. She follows where Hershel and the younger girl go. She runs between the walkers, their limbs coming after her and their moans filling her ears. She catches up with them quickly, as the man is on crutches.
“Come on!” The younger girl yells at her and she runs up and grabs her hand. From there she helps Crimson up the stairs and into the gate. Herschel follows shortly after, taking out a walker with his crutch before making it safely into the gated area. She watches with them as Lori, another woman, and the young boy make it into a safe area.
When the walkers are gone Crimson waits with Hershel and who she learns is Beth for a while. Hershel tells Crim that Rick, Daryl, and who she learns is Glenn will make sure it’s safe.
Suddenly they all come running out, including two men she hasn't seen before. Hershel starts talking to them but Crim doesn’t listen as she bolts down the steps. At least as fast as she can for her size. She runs up to Daryl and clings to his leg like it will save her life.
“Wha the-” Daryl looks down at her with a bit of surprise on her face. He’s about to shove her off but then he hears a sniffle, and then another. Then suddenly he can feel her body shaking.
“Listen kid, ‘s gonna be alrigh’’” He puts his crossbow over his shoulder and leans down, picking her up. “Yer ok, ‘s gonna be ok.”
Crimson stops crying but shes still shaken up. Suddenly Rick stops talking, who she didn't really realize was talking in the first place. Everyone turns to look at the woman and the boy exiting one of the gates, with a baby. Daryl turns to face the direction of them, Crimson staying tucked in the crook of his neck. She watches as everyone starts crying, as their worlds seem to fall apart. Daryl feels her cuddle in even closer and he holds her head in his hand.
“‘Ts gon be alrigh’ Crim, ‘ts gon be alrigh’.”
Everyone stands around for a long while, letting everyone process the recent birth and death. After a little while Daryl sets Crim down and kneels in front of Rick. Crim watches as he waves his hand in front of Rick. Trying to get his attention. After it doesn’t work he gives up and tunes into everyon’s conversation about the baby.
“What’re we gonna feed it? We got anything a baby can eat?” Daryl gets up and walks toward Hershel. He looks over the baby for a minute before talking again.
“The good news is she looks healthy. But she needs formula. Hershel looks over to Daryl. By now Daryl is standing next to Crim again, and she's back to hugging his leg. Daryl rests a hand on the back of her head, still paying attention to Hershel.
“And soon or she won’t survive.” Hershel continues.
“Nope. No way. Not her. We ain’t losing nobody else. I’m goin' for a run.” Daryl says as he pulls his bow over his shoulder. Crimson clings harder to his pants, not wanting him to leave her again.
“Crim, I'll be back. You’ll be alrigh.” Daryl comforts the child.
“I’ll back you up.” Maggie says, followed by Glenn agreeing.
Daryl nods in their direction.
“Okay, I think we’re going. Beth.” He pulls her slightly away from the group.
“Kid just lost his mom, his dad ain’t doin' so hot.” Daryl lowers his voice as he says it.
“I’ll look out for him.” She agrees.
“Yea, and one more favor, introduce yourself to Crim and look out for her while I’m gone, she ain’t too comfortable here yet.” Daryl adds. Beth just smiles and nods in agreement.
As Daryl continues giving orders, Crim just stands and waits. The people still put her on edge, but she’s getting more used to them, although that outbreak was a huge scare for her. Suddenly Rick is up and running into the building, and everyone else is going everywhere. She doesn’t know exactly what to do or where to go. Daryl runs off with Glenn and Maggie, and Hershel, Beth, and the kid are all huddled around the baby. And just like that, she’s alone. She watches Daryl and Maggie take off on the bike, leaving Glenn behind.
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Shes Only Six
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Crimson wakes up and looks around her cell once again. She realizes she has a pillow and some blankets on her bed that weren't there before. She looks around and misses her bright colorful walls and all of the toys sitting back at her house. She slides off of the bed and immediately stands up on her toes. Her bare feet froze at the touch of the cement floor. She quickly slides on her shoes and relaxes her feet. Crim walks out of her cell and looks between the railings on the balcony.
She sees Lori and another young girl helping an old man with crutches. The lower half of his leg seems to be missing. A young boy soon follows after, and she decides to follow them. She waits till they're through the prison door before running down the steps and following them.
She watches as the two girls speak words of encouragement to the man, and help him as he stumbles up the stairs. They get him out the door to outside and she quickly follows up the steps after them. She pulls open the heavy door and Lori turns around, hearing the door open again. Lori gives the girl a smile before quickly turning her attention back to the older man. She looks over to the boy and sees him staring at her. Not in a rude way, but not inviting her with open arms either.
Once Crimson makes it out of the gate she paces herself behind them as the older man, who she discovers name is Hershel after one of the men yells at him, gets used to walking on crutches. She looks past the man who yelled at Hershel and sees Daryl standing there with his crossbow. She raises her hand slightly and waves at him but gets no response.
“That girl you found seems to like you.” Rick comments at Daryl, not severing his gaze on his wife.
“‘Er names’ Crimson. Crimson Mills I think. She thinks her parents are coming back to get ‘er. She thinks they’re still alive.” Daryl pauses and watches the girl for a moment. “She hasn’t seen ‘em since they wen’ out scavenging days ago.”
“That’s too bad. You’re gonna have to take care of her, make sure she’s alright.” Rick turns for a moment to look at Daryl with a smirk. Rick knows that Daryl isn’t gonna be the best at it, but the kid seems to like him.
Suddenly Rick turns back around on his feet as he hears his son scream walkers, and shortly after hears a scream from Crimson. Rick, Daryl, and Glenn take off down the path in the direction of their family.
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Hey! I was the anon who requested #13. I figured you'd do darylxdaughter since that's also how I found you and I love how you write them! Thank you!
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#13 from the prompt list please!
Hey Anon! So I was going to start working on this, but then I realized that I didn't know how you wanted it done!
If you're new here, I usually write Daryl x Daughter!Reader. However, I didn't know if you wanted that or just Daryl x Reader. I promise I'll get started just as soon as you get back to me. Or the second option is since a lot of my followers are here for Daryl x Daughter!Reader, but some may want it the other way, I write the same start and when it gets to the ending just switch it up to fit both and write "2" different fics.
Let me know what you want tho and I'll get right on it.
It's a Prompt List! - For Daryl Dixon
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“We will get through this. I promise.”
“Please come home.”
“Is that my shirt?”
“You can’t promise that.”
“Why are you so damn nice to me.”
“Why are you following me around like a lost duckling.”
“I love you, and that scares the shit outta me.”
“Stop pretending to be ok.”
“I hate it when you cry.”
“Why do you hate me so much.”
“Hey, can you help me out with something?”
“Sorry doesn’t just fix everything.”
“You fucked up, and now you have to fix it. I’m not just going to pretend you didn’t hurt me.”
“Why won't you tell me when you’re not ok?”
“I want to go home.” (Hospital)
“I hate this stupid bed.” (Hospital)
“Just a few more days, and you can come home.” (Hospital)
“I’ll stay right here the whole time.” (Hospital)
“Can't you just not work today?”
“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize I love you.”
COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN
THE LITTLEST THINGS CAN HONESTLY MEAN SO, SO MUCH
i was just idly looking at the bookmarks on one of my fics and, nestled in between somebody's perfunctory tags (hurt/comfort, soft boys, completed etc) was a tag very simply named 'WOW' ...and, well. feck me backwards if that didn't make my whole goddamn day ×10 better lol.
my dudes, i can assure you that the above is often all it takes to make a writer's/artist's heart bloom with happiness.
so, i urge you to reblog! reblog! reblog! here on tumblr dot com and try to say something kind in the tags, a mere keysmash even.
on AO3, always leave kudos if you read fic or look at art there and—whenever and wherever you possibly can—comment to your hearts content, even if that is only more keysmash or just one word or a wee emoji (or a few!). also, if you bookmark publicly, try to tag it with something complimentary like my reader did or leave a nice description as a part of your recommendation because the author gets to see those things, too.
I PROMISE YOU THAT NONE OF THIS WILL EVER GO UNNOTICED OR UNAPPRECIATED!
sometimes a single word or symbol can mean the whole world <3
you ever read a fic so good you want to write fanfiction for the fic?
Parenting 1 - Headcanons - Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader
Parenting 1
Daryl’s Daughter
Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader
Words: 312
Warnings/Notes: none but whats in the show
Partially inspired by @rue-dixon so go check them out too <3
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Daryl wouldn’t want you out without a way to protect yourself. He would take you under his wing and teach you everything.
If you're the same age as Carl you would know how to shoot before him, which would start a rivalry.
Daryl would have to scold you not to bring it up around him.
He would protect you with his life, always ready to get between you and a walker
When you have a nightmare he would be there to comfort you.
You wake up sweating, calling for him. He comes running right away.
Holding you and just telling you it's okay over and over again.
Letting you lay with him when you want to.
If anyone asks he couldn’t get you to move. Over time he just accepts it.
Whenever he hugs you he puts his hand on the back of your head.
Kisses to the top of your head during hugs, only when no one can tell.
When you are little you just follow him around like a lost puppy.
He wouldn’t want you going on runs, ever, period.
If you do he makes sure to go on every one for the first while.
If it’s one of the times the group gets stuck out on the road, he wouldn’t let you more than arm's length away.
He would always worry whenever he was away from you for too long.
Always uses nicknames for you, some just from your name, others like “kid” or when you were younger “duckling” because you always followed him around.
Always makes sure to listen when you need him to.
As you get older and need more space he has to learn to give you that too
Trusts you with his life, and you trust him with yours.
He knows you can handle yourself
If you ever got kidnapped or killed, no mercy
Period
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Till the End - Ch. 2 - Pt. 2
Chapter 2
The New
photos from Pinterest, moodboard by me
Once your eyes adjust to the light you see that inside is all grey. They have shelves and racks of food and bottles of water. You follow Daryl down the steps and towards a table. You watch from a small distance as he unpacks the food he took from your house and sets it all on the appropriate shelves. “C’mon, let's get you settled in somewhere.” Daryl says after putting everything away. He tries to use as gentle of a voice as he can and less sharp movements. “Can’t I stay with you?” Crimson asks, catching up to Daryl as he walks through a door. When they enter the room Crim realizes they’ll be staying in cells. The thought scares her a little, but not as much as benign alone outside. “Nah kid, yer gettin' put in yer own cell.” Daryl sounds a little ruder than he means to, but no way was this kid sleeping in the same cell as him. He saved her and that's it. “Oh, ok, well where’s your’s?” Crim is slightly saddened that the man won't let her sleep near him, it would make her feel a whole lot safer, Something about him just feels like she can trust him, like he will keep her safe no matter what. “Up ‘ere.” Daryl mutters, pointing up the stairs. “Can I pick one next to you?” Crimson asks, looking up at him with as much of a puppy-eye look as she can muster up. Daryl stops for a second and looks at her. Does she really think that look is gonna work on him? It is kinda cute, and she is only little. No, snap outta it, he thinks to himself. Why was he suddenly sympathetic towards this random kid? “Pick whichever one ya want.” Daryl waves his hand in the air as he runs up the stairs and into his cell. Although Crimson can tell that he doesn’t like her, he is the only person she knows around here. She slowly walks up the stairs and peeks into Daryl’s cell. She sees him throwing the bag he used on his top bunk, then turning and sitting on his bottom bunk for a moment. Crimson then realizes she’s spying and backs away. She checks the cell to the left of his and it’s empty. She decides that this will be her cell. She takes off her backpack and puts it on the bed. She then sits next to it and takes out Moo Moo. She sits and observes the empty walls for a while, swinging her legs and talking to herself in her head. Some time later Daryl opens the curtain that divides her from the rest of the cell block. He sees the young girl passed out on her bunk, Moo Moo under her head for a pillow, and her feet are still hanging off the edge of the bunk. Dary enters the cell as quietly as he can. He grabs the pillow out from under his arm and places it at the head of the bed. He then lays down a thicker blanket he had on his bed, it's not like he needs an extra blanket anyway. Daryl sets the rest of the blankets he brought in on the end of the bed. He carefully removes Crim’s shoes, thankfully they were easy to slide off. He then picks her up and moves her to the center of the bed. While he’s moving her he realizes it's only the middle of the day, but he then also realizes that he doesn’t know the age of this kid, and she may be used to taking naps every day. By the time he snaps out of his train of thought he’s put the other two blankets over her. He puts her shoes on the floor at the foot of her bed and puts her backpack on the table on the opposing wall. He grabs the stuffed animal from where it has fallen on the floor when he picked her up and sets it next to her. He stands there observing for a moment before swiftly exiting the cell.
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Part 1
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Till the End - Ch. 2 - Pt. 1
Chapter 2
The New
photos from Pinterest, moodboard by me
Daryl looks down to once again check on the little girl riding in front of him. When he sees that she's okay and isn’t scared, he goes even faster. Crimson has a huge smile on her face, the ride on the bike is exciting and new to her. It scares her at times, like when he turns and the bike leans, but it’s still fun. When Daryl pulls back up to the gate Crimson is giggling from the way the bumps make her feel, and if you look close enough you can see a smirk on Daryl’s face. Daryl slows down and uses his feet to keep the bike steady. Rick and Glenn come running up to the gate and quickly slide it open. Daryl hits the gas once again to get the bike inside and stops a small way up the path. He waits for Rick and Glenn to close the gate and come around to the front of the bike. Rick and Glenn are taken by surprise when they see the small girl grinning in front of Daryl. They both look confused and share uneasy glances. Crimson stops smirking and sinks back into Daryl’s chest when she notices the two seemingly angry men looking at her. “We’ll talk later.” Daryl looks between the two and takes off after getting a nod from Rick. “How are we gonna take care of another kid?” Glenn turns to look at Rick with his head slightly to the side. “I have no idea.” Rick watched Daryl drive up the road some before turning to look at Glenn. Glenn just smirked and shrugged before walking off to continue working, Rick following shortly after. Daryl pulls through the open gate and parks his bike by the other cars. He pulls the kickstand out and slowly and carefully leans the bike on it, making sure Crimson is stable enough to stay on it. Lori and Carol come out at this time and see Daryl lifting the girl off the bike. Daryl glances up to see them walking out and decides that they could probably comfort her and get her cleaned up better than he could. “This is Lori, and that there is Carol.” Daryl looks down at the little girl, who seems more frightened of them than she was of him. “They can help get ya cleaned up and settled in.” Daryl steps around her as he talks, getting the supplies he found off the bike. He hoists it on his shoulder and watches how Lori interacts with Crimson. “Hi, I’m Lori. This is Carol.” Lori bends down in front of the girl, not too close but within arm's length. Carol simply smiles down at the girl. “We’re gonna take you in and get you cleaned up. And then you can pick out your own room, how about that?” At that moment the two girls were just too close for Crim to be ok with. She has a worried and scared look on her face and quickly rushes to where Daryl is standing next to her. Crimson grabs a small part of his pants, just enough to where she will know if he moves. Lori just stands up and smiles. “Looks like she's attached.” Lori comments before patting Daryl on the shoulder and walking back into the prison. Carol gives Daryl a nod before heading to where Rick and the others are. “Well, I guess yer stuck with me.” Daryl looks down at the girl and gives her a small smirk before nodding for her to follow him into the prison. “Not that I know what to do with ya.” he mutters under his breath before opening the gate, letting you through, and closing it behind him. “Follow me I guess.” Daryl half mumbles to you before leading you inside. -----
Part 2
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