OBSESSED With A Reader Who Is So Stupidly Oblivious You Wanna Strangle Them. With Someone Trying To Hit

OBSESSED with a reader who is so stupidly oblivious you wanna strangle them. With someone trying to hit on them, be it shy and subtle or loud and extravagant, and they just don't get it. Something else they don't get. Why the other character gets so flustered when they so easily hum 'Mm, that's nice, darlin' or 'thanks, love'.

PLEASE. More characters who use nicknames like it's people's proper names. Who is an idiot when it comes to love, not in a soft submissive way, but in a way that they just love so much the have trouble discerning the lines of romantic and platonic.

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I Think Daryl Is Like. Incredibly Vanilla. Like Not Only Does He Not Know What He's Doing He'd Also Be

i think daryl is like. incredibly vanilla. like not only does he not know what he's doing he'd also be terrified if you asked him to slap you or whatever LMAO like he'd just freeze nd look at you like you're insane. i think he'd only do that sort of stuff if he was in the receiving end of it

also. he has absolutely no game. i saw that one interview where norman said if daryl ever hooked up w any character he wanted him to just. cum early go cry in a corner nd then deny it all. nd ive been thinking about that for three days straight like yes #real if you want to do absolutely anything w daryl you're going to have to be the one making the first move nd asking for it cause his ass is Not doing any of that


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2 months ago

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]!


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1 month ago

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

Idk, how about COMPANIONSHIP

A LIFE PARTNER


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1 month ago

This is your signal to let yourself write the deranged, uncomfortable, disgusting fiction that you've been thinking about.


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1 month ago

Wow i love moths so much <3

I didn't do it at 12 am sharp 💔

Anyway

I Didn't Do It At 12 Am Sharp 💔

It's here

1 month ago

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

Imagine You're Out With Daryl Needing Some Food And You Come Across A Real Nice River And You Go 'I Know

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1 month ago

Totally self indulgent but hey, that's the point, innit?

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Daryl who has a western partner, who isn't used to snow. Waking up and they're just frozen [haha] in awe staring at the soft pieces of ice drifting from the sky. Asking why they need such heavy clothing until they actually get outside because they're so used to the temperature being high as hell. Daryl teasing about not being able to handle the cold, shivering like some wet cat.

Daryl with a western partner who'll casually slip in some Spanish without realizing it, because they grew up with a lot of mixed culture or they grew up Mexican themselves. Rolling their R's and having that slight accent that makes people question where exactly they're from. Daryl glancing at them with a subtle confusion when they mumble under their breath, "Where's the, uh- *cómo se llama, manzanas-* the apples?"

Daryl with a western partner who sometimes talks much too fast for everyone else to understand. Ranting about something they're excited about only to pause because everyone's staring like they just started speaking Martian. Daryl having to lightly nudge them midsentance because they don't realize they're *only getting faster* from excitement/anxiety/just fumbling with words.

Daryl with a western partner who bite back a laugh at their pronunciations. The two are out on a run and they're just talking when they just turn away with a muffled snicker, Daryl giving them a lightly offended 'what?'

"Wait, wait, just- repeat that."

"Repeat what? 'We need'a find som'more oil 'fore the night'?"

"Oh, darlin'. *'Ole?'*"

"Shut up. How do you say it?"

"Oil. Like oy-l."

"'S not two syllables, idiot."

In turn, Daryl also teasing them for the way they'll say 'like' a lot or say 'y'all'd've'.


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1 month ago

Y'all ever wanna pull an 'erm, akshually-' when reading a fanfic when you see something scienfically wrong or is it just me. I mean no disrespect whatsoever please I love you all you're amazing, but my mind just automatically goes 'well akshually 🤓👆 you can't survive that long bleeding out-' SHHHH BRAIN SHHHH


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1 month ago

Something something yadda yadda where Daryl has Dog and you also have a dog but where he was expecting you to also have a large breed like a husky or a german shephard, you have a demonic chihuahua.

"What. The fuck."

"What?"

"Why-" he sighs, running a hand through his hair and watching as their two dogs meet, hoping they don't start a fight. "When you said you also had a dog, I kinda thought it would at least be more... practical."

You give a playful scoff, crouching down and cupping your chihuahua's face affectionately as if it didn't look like it would viciously bite the next person or thing it saw. "Practical? They're perfectly fine, aren't you, *mi perrito*?"

Daryl watches you with an amusing mix of confusion and reluctant acceptance, his own dog sitting tall by his side as if mildly offended at having met the much tinier creature.


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