It's Mostly All Daryl

What? It’s not Halloween yet? I don’t care:>

Well, i admit that i cried.

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The Walking Dead -> Comic Issue #83 (11/??)

You can try to work with us. You can try to survive. Would you do that?

who else is gonna hold daryl back besides rick (nobody)

Right. Got my tea and the next episode of The Ones Who LIve ready to play. That's me sorted for the next hour.

That was so good. I'm now not so patiently waiting for next Sunday.

Spoiler under cut

Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s sister yaaaasss)

“Rick, I need to talk to ya,” Daryl said.

Rick was bent over a pile of parts on the ground, trying to put together Judith’s new crib. “Uh huh,” he responded absently.

“Nah, I mean—I really need to talk to ya. Uhh—I mighta made a mistake… err—well, not a mistake… but—”

Rick straightened up and wiped the sweat from his brow, giving Daryl an amused look. “A mistake? Wouldn’t be the first time,” he teased him, smiling.

Daryl gulped. “Yeah… heh…” He cleared his throat nervously. “Uhh—so listen—”

“Uh huh,” Rick murmured again, reaching down and grabbing a strange looking metal piece off the grass. “What the hell is this?” he murmured to himself before letting out a big sigh.

Daryl wrung his hands. “Rick—’m tryin’ to talk to ya,” he said, frustrated. Rick continued turning the part over in his hands, only half-listening. “Goddammit, Rick! I’m tryin’ to tell ya I kissed yer sister last night!”

Rick froze and then turned slowly, excruciatingly slowly, to look at Daryl, whose face blanched first and then turned red out to his ears. “You kissed… my little sister,” Rick repeated.

Daryl gulped again. “Yeah…” he nodded. “I—I did.”

Rick turned fully now, discarding the part of Judith’s crib back on the grass and resting one hand on his hip. The other came to rest on his holster and the handle of the shiny Colt Python sitting heavily there. Daryl’s eyes drifted down to the action and back up to Rick’s face. “…And?” Rick pressed him, his expression unreadable.

“And—and… I—I couldn’t help it, man!” Daryl burst out. “The way she was lookin’ at me and—and I—” he paced anxiously in front of his friend. “Christ, the way I feel ‘bout her—it ain’t like I’ve ever felt 'bout somebody before and—”

Rick’s face suddenly broke into a smile and then he was chuckling. Daryl stopped pacing, stopped his anxious rambling.

“…What?”

Rick’s chuckle became a full laugh as he stared back at Daryl and he finally shook his head. “You really think I didn’t see what was right in front of my face, Daryl?”

Daryl stared at him, dumbfounded. “Uhh—”

Rick stepped forward and put a hand on Daryl’s shoulder. “It’s about time you did somethin’ about that.” He patted him once and turned back to Judith’s crib assembly.

Daryl heaved a huge sigh of relief and muttered “Fuck,” under his breath. “Yer an asshole, ya know that?” he said to Rick.

Rick only gave him another amused smile.

Prompt: “I might have made a mistake.” / “A mistake? Wouldn’t be the first time.” A/N: *teary smile* I miss them.