Daryl Dixon Fanfic - Blog Posts

Cuddling with cg!daryl during a storm...

You were little, kneeling on the bed to look out of the window. The wind howled, blowing around objects in the Alexandrian streets, thunder roared, and lightning flashed, lighting up your surroundings. Daryl was laying beside you, an arm tucked under his head. He looked up at you with soft eyes as you watched the storm with the childike wonder that he always admired. He saw how you looked in fascination as you watched the zig-zag like lines of lightning strike, and how after, you would sort of prepare yourself for the possible loud roar of thunder. Soon, your knees became sore, so you lay back down beside Daryl, tucking yourself in his large arms. His cuddles and hugs were so comforting, it felt like a huge weighted blanket full of love and care was wrapped around you. Daryl rolled over slightly to be able to grab your pacifier from the beside table, and he popped it in your mouth, which you suckled happily. You closed your eyes and burrowed further into his warm embrace, one of his hands coming up to stroke your cheek, then your head. He looked down at you as if you were the most precious thing to him, which you were. You were like a delicate little flower which he would never dare to harm. He would never harm you, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did. You lay there in your caregivers arms, your eyes slowly fluttering shut, body relaxing.. the last thing you remember is a soft kiss being placed on your forehead.

hiii could you by chance possibly write some headcanons about daryl with a girly girl he treats like his pretty princess? like her nails look like this bc his hands look like THAT 😩👌💪

a/n: thank u for sending this in to me nonnie bcos i have been all up in my daryl dixon feels and i just want him to smother me

daryl would ABSOLUTELY treat you like the prettiest princess in the whole entire world !! when he catches you doing your make up in the morning for work, or just because you like doing it, he stands there and admires you the entire time. you catch him smiling at you in the mirror, eyes full of awe as he watches you. “yer so pretty,” he’d mumble, almost like a sigh. because he couldn’t get over how beautiful you were. he loves to take you out on dates every friday night, letting you get all dressed up and showing you off whenever you went. he loves the look he gets from guys when they look at you on his arm, and it always makes him a little cocky because yes. he, the local mechanic who was covered in oil and other engine fluids 99% of the time, pulled you.

he loves to take you into whatever store you want— wether you have the intention of buying anything or you’re simply just looking. if he catches you eyeing off an item of clothing he always tells you to try it on, and even if you don’t plan on buying it, he’ll either buy it ( ignoring your protests ) or he’ll sneak back to the store a few days later and leave it on the bed for you to wake up to when he’s left for work in the morning.

he loves it when you get your nails done too, and he especially loves paying for them as well. you always ask him what colour you should get, or if you guys have some wedding or something to go to, you always get a colour that’ll match what his wearing — if not you always match his eyes.

daryl also has several nicknames for you, such as baby, sweetie, pretty princess, darlin’, gorgeous girl— the list keeps going on and on. you’re keeping track almost every day because he’s always got a new nickname for you but each and every time it’s making you all giddy like a lovesick teenager.