Guys I NEED. A Fic With Sanji And Reader Skating/ice Skating And Sanji Turns Out To Be Not So Good At

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]!

WHY is one piece taking over my BRAIN. STOP. I have TOO MANT DRAFTS with Daryl to just abandon them now 😭

“What’s the point of a relationship if you don’t want kids?”

Idk, how about COMPANIONSHIP

A LIFE PARTNER

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 💔💔💔💔💔💔

For the two people who voted lol <3 [warning- horrible quality]

And ofc my favorite

So stereotypical man knows how to fix stuff, yeah? Like, helping if the washing machine broke or the toilet or the sink has a leaky pipe.

Daryl does not know how to do this. He was never taught, understandably.

I think it'd make a cute drabble with Daryl x Reader where maybe one of the group [Alexandria era] is talking about how a pipe in their house is leaking and they all sorta maybe kinda glance at Daryl because he seems to know how to do a lot of stuff. And he just clams up awkwardly, before Reader mentions they know how to fix stuff like that and offer to do it for them.

And ofc later when Reader's fixing it, Daryl's watching as they narrate what they're doing.

It may or may not be hot to him

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

⋆.˚✮Heyo~!✮˚.⋆

⋅˚₊‧ 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

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?

Hear me out.

Wait. No. Pipe down and listen.

Its getting to be that time of year again. Where the sun might as well be just five feet away. Y'know what that means. Falling asleep in the sun. Also. Fics about it.