❛❛ Hush up, man. Ain’t done nothin’ wrong. ❜❜ Daryl grunts out as he struggles to sit down with his leader, gritting his teeth at the burning pain in his side from where he fell on his crossbow… Right after Rick popped out of no where and scared the hell out of him. ❛❛ I’m just jumpy s’all… ❜❜
She may be pouting a little, “One day I will get you unaware!” But once she scuffles over there, she plots down beside him, sighing. “I know better than to sneak up on you, you might murder me.”
Okay, he’s smiling alittle. More out of endearment than anything else, maybe refreshed by her attitude. It reminds him of Beth, and in a way does well to fill that metaphoricalhole she left behind. ❛❛ Ain’t gonna murder ya… ❜❜ He trails off, lips quirking up again. ❛❛ But yer smart t’fear me. ❜❜
A dozen. Only a dozen. Shit, when did Rick get so damn cocky? Whatever. Wasn’t like he could ever control the guy. Twelve walkers weren’t that bad, but Rick’s overconfidence? That’s what’s gonna get ‘em KILLED one fucking day.
❛❛ Yer a crazysonovabitch. ❜❜ Daryl grumbles, but hey- there wasn’t any other option.
❛❛ Let’s fuckin’ go. ❜❜ There’s an evident weight of reluctance to his tone, but Daryl marches forward anyway, kicking down the wood holding the door closed, letting a mess of walkers flood in like angry wasps from a hornet’s nest.
Daryl regards the kid awkwardly, and he’s a little taken aback by that little explosion. Jesus Christ. When’d Carl started talking so much?
❛❛ Shit, kid. If ya want s’meone t’talk to… I mean ya can talk t’me. I’ll be as chatty as some ole skunk. ❜❜ And Rick has compared him to a DOG in more than one instance. ❛❛ Ya don’t need a varmincoveredstinkrag. ❜❜
He tries to maintain eyecontact - honest to god - but Daryl can’t help but peek over the exasperated man’s shoulder, sharp blue eyes searching for the source of the canine orchestra.
❛❛ ya ain’t gotta apologize, man. They just want some attention… ❜❜ play it cool, Dixon… Don’t ask to see the dogs. ❛❛ … Do they like strangers? ❜❜ god damn it.
SURVIVAL,
a
carnal
instinct
of
man.
the
length
a
man
would
go
to
just
to
LIVE
another
day.
Justice
often
left
their
minds
and
men
became
corrupt.
The
Soldier
stifled
before
the
man,
shaggy,
bare
and
broken.
“
I
come
inpeace,
lower
the
weapon.
”
❛❛ Y’ain’t in much of a position t’be makin’ orders. ❜❜ Is his growled out response, the hunter’s arms out with his pistol held steady, SHARP eyes narrowed with scrutinizingintimidation. Unwavering, unpredictable like an alley cat ready to pounce.
The stranger looks like he just crawled out of a bar fight, yet Daryl refuses to back down. He knows more than anyone how looks can be deceiving. He can see a suppressed danger in the man’s eyes, and he knows desperateness leads to violence. ❛❛ Got any weapons, put ‘em on th’ground. ❜❜
Jesus Christ on a cracker Daryl’s had enough of being caged up like a fuckin’ BIRD with clipped wings. Soon as his cage is opened all he can do is flop around and it’s seriously pissing him off.
❛❛ Ease up, man. I’been here long enough. If I wantedt’leave I would. ❜❜
The tickling of Shane’s facial hair makes Daryl giggle under his breath, and he’s grinning as he swats the other man away halfheartedly. ❛❛ So I can keep thinkin’ ‘bout rick? ❜❜ He teases as he pecks Shane’s cheek, nipping at his jaw as he turns to focus on the fence, shooting a smirk over his shoulder accompanied by a cock of his hips.
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TRIGGERS & CERTAIN THEMES.
Gore and other themes are tagged, and definitely welcome here! Violence is typical because this is a WALKING DEAD blog. I mean, ya gotta expect some guts and gore here and there. It's a zombie show. Any kind of NSFW will be put under a tag for your consideration. I love dark themes, just ask me about any certain topic.
DARYL'S ATTITUDE.
Daryl's like a stray cat.. You threaten him or make him nervous and he's not going to wanna stick around. If he thinks someone doesn't like him he becomes defensive and prickly. His trust is hard as hell to earn, but I recommend praising him, giving him gradual love, and treating him like your equal. He doesn't appreciate being belittled and will be quick to harden his guard.
If your muse reminds him of his father ( tall, masculine, domineering. ) then he will immediately be more at edge. Just be patient. He'll warm up if your muse gets on his good side.
Do not let his attitude towards your muse reflect how I feel about you as a mun. Daryl is a lot different from me, and can be rude as hell.
SHIPPING.
He's homosexual. Please don't have your female character hit on him... It makes him super uncomfortable. That said, it’s possible for him to grow attached to a woman; Carol's like his mother for petesake! I won't have any ships with anyone under at least 25. Makes him feel awkward if they're any younger- and he'll probably end up treating them like a younger brother or his own son.
I shouldn't have to explain why I've made Daryl gay, but that's my interpretation of him. It's fine if you don't agree; just move on and please don't harass me. There are plenty of fantastic Daryls here! And just because he's gay doesn't mean I don't like writing with female muses. He grows bonds with them and in my opinion, platonic ships are gorgeous and... Daryl needs all the love he can get.
FORMATTING.
I do that teeny font nonsense so please tell me if you'd like it regularly small. I also like using icons, but hey- it's not needed. I'm just interesting in writing with you! I love rping on Discord and honestly, at this point I prefer writing over there because it's quick and easy! But never be afraid to ask for a thread.
You’re free to turn any answered asks into threads! All I ask is that you start it on a new post. Reblogged asks look kinda gross. Feel free to message me about anything. I’m always looking for new friends and screaming about new ships.
CANON CHARACTERS.
My Daryl's relationship with Rick is really deep. Daryl has sort of... More than platonic feelings for him, but he'd most likely never pursue them until a sign of something not-brotherly happens. They have a really intense bond; and Daryl's content to keep it that way. Rick's pretty much the only person Daryl trusts with his life. Carol is basically like a mother to Daryl. He loves her on a purely platonic level and gets hella uncomfy when she hits on him. But he just rolls his eyes and snorts, knowing she doesn't really mean it and probably just likes to see him blush.
Beth and Daryl share a very deep bond. She makes him feel safe and loved, and they had somewhat of a soul bond going.
Teenage Daryl, struggling with an abusive dad and raging testosterone levels. He's avoidant, quiet, and mostly sticks to himself in school. When his dad isn't beating him, or when he isn't at school, Daryl is in the woods reading a book about plants.
(age ranges) Mostly it's Daryl's life before the world went to shit. He drifts from place to place with his big brother, Merle. They hang out with gangs and Daryl spends his time fucking around with guys he meets at bars. Jobs differ for Daryl; you can catch him either at the mechanics or bartending.
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BASICS
Name: Daryl Dixon Nicknames: Archer, Pookie Personality type: ISTP Birthday: Dec 1976 Zodiac: capricorn Alignment: chaotic good Age: 36 Sexuality: homosexual, demiromantic Socially: introverted Temperament: melancholic Mental health: PTSD, is withdrawn, has reactive attachment disorder, has moments of regression, has sensory processing disorder, occasionally has auditory and visual hallucinations
APPEARANCE
Height: 5'8 Body type: sinewy, broad shoulders Skin color: peachy, pale under clothes Eye color: stormy blue Hair color: brown - long and shaggy
Postitives: observent, loyal, an amazing tracker, hunter, street fighter, can fight like a bulldog, and is highly moraled. Negatives: reserved, aggressive, distrusting, cold, highly guarded, feral at times, resorts to violence over deplomacy, cusses too much, snaps easily, emotionally withdrawn... Habits: bites at his nails until they bleed, chews on random objects, stares into space, avoids eye contact unless he's trying to appear dominant, afraid of intamacy but craves it from those he loves, can sit very still if he needs to, tends to sit in dark places and sleep anywhere but a bed, sits by himself in a room full of people. Weaknesses: women, children, his brother, degrading name calling, emotions, differintiating love and friendship. Fears: large dogs, thunder, falling in love, being totally alone
Daryl grew up in the mountains of Northern Georgia with his older brother Merle, under the roof of their neglectful parents; their father, an abusive alcoholic and their chain-smoker mother. Merle was the only one he had to confide in and look up to during his childhood and in a way, Merle became his inner voice and the person he molded himself after.
Merle was sent away to juvenile detention on multiple occasions and became frequently absent from Daryl’s life. Daryl was forced to fend for himself and eventually adopted a survivalist mindset.
The brothers lost their mother in a house fire which had been caused by a cigarette while she was drunk in bed. Daryl was eleven. He was supposed to be watching her. After this event, Daryl found himself lost in the woods for nine days after he ran away. Eventually, he managed to find his way back home and was shocked when his father hadn’t even noticed he was gone. He walked through the back door and made himself a PB&J sandwich.
The siblings were mentally and physically abused by their father, which eventually made Merle abandon the family and join the military, subsequently leaving Daryl. Daryl’s father would get drunk and beat Daryl, and sometimes sexually abused. Merle is never aware of the abuse, but finds scars on Daryl’s back, a dead giveaway of the shit his brother suffered.
Daryl’s dad gradually became more and more neglectful and abusive, spurring Daryl to go out and hunt for his own food and steal things from grocery shops. Often, his father would yell at him for not being a good enough hunter, which Daryl challenged by hunting every day, not even going to school.
After his father goes as far as r*ping him, a 17-year-old Daryl runs away to find Merle in Atlanta. He checks the enlisting offices and finds out Merle was discharged for reckless behavior. Somehow, he manages to run into him on the streets and starts to follow his lead. The two became drifters and dwindled into a dangerous life style.
At one point, the pair resided in Merle’s drug supplier’s house where the trio watched TV and by noon had gotten high. A discussion went violent and the dealer punched his Merle, where Daryl retaliated by savagely beating the guy. The dealer then threatened to shoot Daryl, a large argument ensued, which ended with the dealer punching Daryl in the gut, causing him to vomit. Merle and the dealer laughed the incident off. Following this near-death experience, Daryl gradually came to view himself as an unimportant individual who held no value or purpose in life, increased by Merle’s deprecating talk and his father’s abuse.
Throughout his life, he trailed Merle like a lost puppy. When dragged to bars and slipped a fake ID, Daryl would get drunk and led into bed with random men. Always made sure to do it in towns over so Merle never found out. He was never able to find someone he truly loved, or to actually date anyone; they moved around too much and Daryl was never able to open enough to let someone that close.
When the zombie apocalypse comes, they return to their childhood home for their guns and Daryl’s crossbow. Daryl walked into his father’s bedroom, for his pistol, and was attacked by his zombified dad, who had tried to overdose with cocaine to escape the apocalypse. Daryl was pushed to the ground and wasn’t able to kill him, even though he had the gun loaded and ready to go. Merle saved him and shot their father, and they didn’t say anything for the rest of the day.
Along the way to Atlanta (safe zone), they both met up with Shane’s group. They helped set up camp near a quarry. During their stay at the camp, they spent a considerable amount of time hunting animals. According to Merle, they had planned to rob the camp blind before Merle was left in Atlanta.
"I've never... never eaten frozen yogurt. Never had a pet pony. Never got nothing from Santa Claus. Never relied on anyone for protection before. Hell, I don't think I've ever relied on anyone for anything".
you best pray
ind. sel. pri rp blog for Daryl Dixon from AMC's The Walkig Dead, canon divergent and heavily based on headcanons.
adored by Lyns.
