Drabbles & One Shots

Drabbles & One Shots

Daryl Dixon x Reader Masterlist

Daryl Dixon x Carol Peletier

Incorrect Quotes Collection

Daryl Dixon Incorrect Quotes 1

Daryl Dixon Incorrect Quotes 2

Series

The Dixon Chronicles

And Baby Makes Three

Blood Ties

In Progress

Currently writing:

Blood Ties Chapter 10

Daryl x Reader Whump One-Shot

Coming Soon:

The Dixon Chronicles Chapter 9

Caryl Commonwealth One - Shot

Daryl x Reader Commonwealth One-Shot

Daryl × Reader Whump One-Shot

Daryl x Reader Smut One-Shot

Daryl x Reader Yule/Christmas One-Shot

Events

Whumptober 2023 Masterlist

Requests

Request Status: Closed

Request Info

Taglists

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•I’m older than 20, younger than 50

•I am a DV and SA survivor

•I use writing as an outlet and genuinely love it but sometimes it makes me want to rip my hair out

•I have PTSD, severe anxiety disorder, severe depressive disorder, bipolar 2 disorder, phobia disorder

•I am socially awkward

•I am vertically challenged

•I absolutely adore Norman Reedus

•My best friend is a three-legged Boxer

•My soulmate is a 35lb pit bull mix

•I am a notorious people pleaser

•I want to make millions of friends and be terrified to interact with them

•I am ridiculously forgetful

•I get overwhelmed quite easily

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A Gentle Warning

Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Wife Reader

Request from @crispynutella

I’ve always wanted to read something about the reader being Tommy’s wife during the whole Grace season 1 arc. Like Grace would be trying to get closer to him but Tommy is not allowing it because he has a wife that he is head over heels for. Jealous reader but quiet version maybe?

Feeling Tommy press a kiss to your head, you dragged your eyes away from the numbers. Offering him a smile, he was fixing his hat on top of his head. He liked it to sit just right, pulling on his leather gloves. He bent again, to press a kiss to your lips. Catching his hand, you pulled him closer.

"Bloody hell, you two are putting me off my fish paste sandwich," Arthur bellowed, with a mouthful of food. Proceeding to wipe the crumbs from his shirt, onto the floor.

"Who even eats fish paste? The war is over remember, Arthur," you teased, letting Tommy pull you to standing.

"Nothing wrong with this, Y/n. Done me no harm, growing up," he sniffed, taking a swig from his hip flask.

Slipping his office key into your pocket, Tommy brushed a loose curl from your forehead. "Can you make sure that's locked, ey?" His tongue ran across his lips, "I have a meeting at the yard, then I will meet you at The Garrison?"

Checking the time, on Tommy's pocket watch you leant against him. "I should be about an hour, I just want to double check the takings," you gestured with your eyes towards Arthur. He was taking another large swig from his flask.

"That's my girl, ey," he mused, leaning closer to your ear. "Might have something waiting for you at home,"

"Might?" you asked, face lighting up, “Like what?”

Grinning to himself, he winked while walking away. “Make sure you walk Y/n to the pub, and cut down on the booze, ey,” he warned Arthur, receiving a grumble in reply.

Watching your husband go, you felt your usual pang of worry. Plus, you knew that would only increase when you got to The Garrison. The new bloody barmaid was all over him, like a fly on shit. You could see straight through her. She wanted him. She practically drooled, when she looked at him.

“That a no, then?” You heard Arthur ask, clearly waiting for an answer.

"Hmm?" you asked, snapping out of your daydream.

"You don't want a swig?" Arthur chuckled to himself, watching you shake your head going back to work.

Reaching the pub over an hour later, you could hear the rest of the family in the snug. Grace no where to be seen. Good. There was only so much of her ogling your husband, you would accept. Arthur held open the door, for you. The whole room fell silent.

Polly and Tommy looking at you, guilt across their face.

“Don’t stop gossiping, just because we have arrived,” you joked, wondering if they had been discussing you or Arthur.

“Just business, love,” Tommy lied, patting the seat next to him. Polly shook her head, lighting a cigarette. You could practically see the anger, oozing out of her. What had Tommy done this time?

“Here you go, Mr Shelby,” you heard, here she was the blonde tart. Placing the drinks onto the table, she smiled at Tommy. A hint of a blush forming on her cheeks. "Let me know if you need anything else," Shooting you a quick look, she reversed out of the room.

Feeling Tommy rest his hand on your knee, you scooted closer to him. He was actually oblivious to Grace's advances. You had observed him, when she was around. He hardly glanced in her direction. But maybe, that was when you were here?

The more you thought about it, the angrier you felt.

"I love you in this dress," Tommy grinned, brushing his fingers over the material. Tilting his head to the side, he pressed his lips against yours. "Was thinking we could go to London for the night, before Christmas? Just us, hmm?"

"I would like that," you beamed, interlacing your hand in his.

"You sure you have time for that, Thomas?" Polly asked, her dark eyes narrowing. "You have a lot to deal with here?"

"And it will all be dealt with in good time, Pol," he countered back, his body tensing.

Standing, you brushed your dress down. "Just nipping to the bathroom," This was your opportunity, Tommy distracted with his family. The pub was relatively quiet. Leaving the snug, your eyes searched for her.

Where the hell was she?

You sashayed across the wooden floor, your heels clicking as you went. The cellar? Tiptoeing down, your adrenaline was racing through your body. You had no plan, of what you were even going to say. Grace was balancing three bottles of whiskey in her arms, when she noticed you.

"Ah, Mrs Shelby, is everything ok?" she asked, in her sickly sweet voice.

Slightly pouting, you debated her question, while leaning against the wall. "Hmm, you tell me Grace?" You purposely spoke slowly, enjoying watching her squirm.

Blinking rapidly, she looked towards the staircase. Panic showing on her face. "I.. I don't understand, Mrs Shelby," Grace took a step back.

Sighing, you held out your left hand. Two gold rings sat upon your third finger. One with a diamond, Mrs Shelby yes that was you. "See this ring?" you asked, showing her, as you slowly approached. "You know what that means?"

Swallowing deeply, Grace nodded. "Yes,"

"Tell me," you smirked at her. "Tell me what you think?"

"That you are married," she responded, glancing upstairs again. Could she make a run for it?

"No need to be nervous," you chuckled, "We are just chatting, just two ladies having a chat. But, yes, you are correct, it does mean that," You were now centimetres, away from her. "So stay the fuck away from my husband, don't look at him, don't talk to him, got it?"

Nodding profusely, you noticed her breathing was shallow. "Yes,"

Looking her up and down, you smiled sweetly. "Good, I will only warn you once," Pushing the whiskey from her arms, you watched it clatter onto the floor. Smashing into smithereens, all over her clothes.

"Oops," you shrugged, walking back upstairs.

Entering the snug again, they all turned to look up at you. "Where have you been, Y/n Shelby?" Polly asked, a knowing look on her face. Sitting back down, you let Tommy wrap his arm around your shoulders.

"Oh, just chatting to the barmaid," you answered casually, leaning to pick your drink up.

"You wanna go home, love?" Tommy asked, stubbing out his cigarette. Totally oblivious, to what you had done. But, Polly knew you too well.

"Yeah, why not? I've finished here," you smiled, looking through the window of the snug. Grace staring back at you, wiping the whiskey from her dress.

Saying your goodbyes, Tommy held open the door for you. Pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Ready for your present now?" he asked quietly, voice rumbling against your ear.

"More than ready," you answered, not taking your eyes of Grace. "Goodnight Grace," you called over your shoulder, letting Tommy take your hand to lead you home.

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“Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.”

| Masterlist |

https://www.huffpost.com/entry/she-divorced-me-i-left-dishes-by-the-sink_b_9055288

To the end and back [daryl Dixon x fem!reader]

Masterlist

Summary - after the world ended you were sure you’d never find love again but a certain archer catches your eyes and changes the entire trajectory of your life.

Warnings -

Zombie apocalypse, Death, Use of guns, Blood, Mentions of sa and rape, Mentions of religious trauma and religion kind of an age gap reader is 24 in s1 and Daryl is like 29 (I couldn’t find an actual age for Daryl in s1 of twd), uses y/n but she’s got a back story and shit so there’s no b/n or m/n in it Death during childbirth Survivor guilt, Murder, Killing (not the same as murder), Death of several children, Death of major loved ones, Pregnancy, Mentions of stillbirth, Mentions of miscarriages

Taglist

I try not to describe y/n/reader too much but she is female and has longer/medium length hair. I don’t describe skin tone, race, or hair texture though. I use a fc on tiktok because I wanted to make edits and shit

Faceclaims

Season one moodboard

Season two moodboard

Season three moodboard

Drabbles/oneshots (in order)

(Coming soon…) You’re the greatest thing we’ve lost - before s1

Invisible string - before s1

Doctor duties - before s1

(Coming soon…) Man oh man you’re my best friend - before s1

Frozen - between s2 and 3

(Coming soon) I love you Evangeline - idk yet lol but def after Glenn dies

Chapters

Season one

Doctor duties

Invisible strings

One - the archer

Two - right where you left me

Three - don’t blame me

Four - what died didnt stay dead

Five - everything has changed

Season two

Six - I’ve still got love for you

Seven - the calling

Eight - this love

Nine - call it what you want

Ten - fallen down

Eleven - no body no crime

Twelve - born to die

Thirteen - you are in love

Fourteen - come back…be here

Fifteen - bad blood

Sixteen - mad women

Seventeen - epiphany

Eighteen - safe and sound

Frozen

Season 3

Nineteen - long story short I survived

Twenty - soon you’ll get better

Twenty one - mamas boy

Twenty two - love you like oxygen

Twenty three - don’t you ever grow up

my hyperfixations keep me from killing myself so please just let me be delusional and dream of fictional older men and their big brown eyes and massive cocks