Daryl Dixon Fanfic Novels & Stories

I complained to Dylan. “I am sorry but you should know that my darling wife is always correct and she is definitely not a menace,” Dylan said and kissed Amy on the lips. I sighed tiredly. “I have had enough of your nonsense, both of you are troublemakers,” I said jokingly. “And who is troubling my queen?” I turned around and saw Dax descending the stairs. He looked like a cute minigod with his hair all over the place. I felt myself falling in love with him over and over again.

he spat, storming off before Dante could see the crack in his armor. That night, alone in his room, Aiden scrolled through the headlines until his vision blurred. “Blackthorn and Veyron: From Rivals to Partners?” “Chemistry Caught on Camera: Are the Heirs More Than Allies?” “United Front or Secret Affair?” His reflection stared back from the black screen—scarred, bruised, uncertain. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t erase the heat of Dante’s arm around him, or the gleam in those golden eyes that had looked far too much like they belonged there.

Theodore boomed, “anything else?” “We should consider our position on the Fae situation,” Dixon interjected, but in a fashion that stated he wasn’t all that invested in it. “Fae,” Dallas scoffed, flipping his hair back with a flick of his head, “what a useless, annoying species.” “Get the fuck out,” Dixon snapped at him, straightening himself to the table and redirecting his attention to Alexander as Dallas glared at him in disbelief, “do you have other sons?”

Daryl said while putting a hand over his heart as if he was touched. Mavis scowled at him, most likely for the use of his endearment. "I wasn't talking about you, you twit." She told him approaching me and gave me a little hip bump. I laughed and I noticed Mara smiling a bit more too. "Oh well, the search continues." Daryl said while heading to the front door laughing and shaking his head. I nearly asked him about his mate, Alexis, but then I stopped myself. She was out of the country again. I was beginning to think that she didn't just travel a lot because of family issues, she was hardly ever around. There must be another reason.

I stuttered as I clung to his chest. "Don't worry about it, Ry. Sorry for making you cry again," he whispered softly in my ear. I lifted my head from being buried in his chest and looked at him, he was smiling slightly at me and gently wiping away my tears. Dylan is really kind, which makes me fall for him even more. I think I've fallen for him so deeply, like falling into a well where I can hardly see the light anymore because of its depth.

She only wanted Cory, but Cory’s glare at Daryl was enough to make her shiver. “You changed your hair color?” Daryl repeated, smiling. “Yes. I needed a change,” she replied, stabbing her fork into her chicken and chewing slowly, letting her lips shine under the light. “You look beautiful,” Daryl whispered, raising his glass. A low growl came from the corner. Ciara looked up. Cory’s dark eyes were locked on her, sharp and hungry. Her game had only just begun. “Thank you, Daryl. I heard red is your favorite color,” she purred, sipping her juice.

Dylan smiled giving a bite all over her upper body, and his back is already became an exclusive art with her nail scratches. With one last round of thrusting, panting, moaning and groaning, he pulled out his dick from her vagina, and that thick fluid dripping from his dick fell straight on her pussy lips. Dylan gave a peck on her lips while breathing heavily, "my turn is done!" Before Alexandra could take a breath in relief, Damien is already waiting for Dylan to step aside, "Shall we start now?"

he said, his voice a little strained, and he turned away, disappearing into the crowd. I went to find Marco, bidding him goodbyes and kissing him before leaving. We were in the parking lot, the silence of the night broken only by the distant hum of the party, when I confronted Daryl. "Why are you doing this to me, huh?" I demanded, my voice laced with anger, my frustration boiling over. "I know you still love him, Tyra," Daryl answered, his voice a low rumble that held a hint of pain. We both fell silent, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

He was refreshed and invigorated when he woke up that morning. He saw that Dax had already arrived when he reached the classroom. Darryl walked toward Dax with a beaming smile and felt something off with the classroom atmosphere as he sat down. The people around Darryl looked at him with eyes were filled with ridicule and mockery while trying to hold back their laughter. Darryl sighed. There was no doubt they must have known about what happened yesterday at the Elixir Competition. Darryl pretended not to have seen them and smile at Dax before softly saying, “Dax, I have good news for you. The Dixon family has been eradicated.”

I whisper, trying to fight back the tears He squeezes my hand and his eyes open “I would do it all again for you” Then I heard it, Daryl’s voice loud and clear in my head “Where the fuck have you gone now?” “I’m with Beta Jax” I mumble back and within minutes Daryl comes storming in to the hospital, wearing a pair of low slung grey joggers, beads of rain running down his toned body. His dark eyes fall on my hand holding Beta Jax's “What did I tell you?” his eyes move to my shoulder where the mark is hidden under my clothes