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[minervadashwood]

Hello my friend! I love your work and if I could can I please request:

Daryl Dixon x Plus Size Reader

Reader and Daryl knew each other through high school, dated until senior year when she moved away, pan to the Apocalypse they meet again and the love they had in high school is rekindled! I always picture Daryl with someone who us bubbly and kind, a total optimist and the exact opposite of Daryl!! (like maybe in Merle likes her and not in a gross way??”

If it's too much pleased me know and thank you!!

this isn't proofread, but I hope you enjoy!

540 words

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You stared at the dirty, unkempt redneck walking your way. The swagger was one you knew well, full of both well-earned bravado and hints of self-consciousness: the walk of a man full grown, yet hidden within a young, abused boy who didn’t know kindness until you came along.

At sixteen, when you’d been impulsive and full of pubescent sexual energy, you’d dragged him behind the bleachers during gym class to show off your new lace bra. You’d been loving Daryl Dixon ever since you moved from the city to his little neck of the woods, and it took you four years of pining and gathering your courage to get to this moment. 

So behind those bleachers, you lifted up your sweater, showing Daryl your pride and joy. You were also showing him your chubby belly, adorned with stretchmarks, also features you did your best to love.

But what did that silly boy do? He turned his head and mumbled. "Can I take ya to the homecoming dance?” Never really looking at all you had to offer him.

(What you learned later was that Daryl did know what you had to offer: kindness, beautiful smiles, a positive outlook on the world that gave him hope, despite everything.  Your other [generous] assets were nice and all, but what he liked most was you.)

After that, high school was full of talk. You, the college-bound honor society member always holding hands “that no-good Dixon boy.” But neither of you minded much. You only had eyes for each other.

Then you’d won Miss Teen Georgia, with a full ride to GSU as your prize. So one night in August, you’d said goodbye to Daryl Dixon for—what you thought—was for good.

Now, though, you were sitting on a tree stump, urging a fire along as Daryl dropped a string of skinned rabbits at your feet. You never did lose what some used to call “baby fat,” and like before you continued to love your soft belly, thighs, arms, all the things that made up who you were.

As Daryl got closer, you stood up, bouncing with energy, and flung your arms around your high school sweetheart turned apocalyptic savior.

“You were gone too long, Dare-Bear,” you mumbled into the crook of his shoulder.

Daryl kept you tightly against him, his arms going completely around your waist and holding onto you with all he had. Each time he left the farm to go hunting was like that rainy night in August, like you leaving him all over again. He’d let you go once before, and that wasn’t a mistake he would repeat, especially with all the dangers beyond the fences.

Despite his love for you, his voice was rough and dismissive. “Ya rather starve next time? ‘Cause ya can.”

You pulled away so you could look him in the eyes. Your pout was unrelenting. “But Daryl,” you whined, dragging out the last syllable, “I’m hungry."

Daryl roughly shoved his hand in your auburn curls, “So am I, woman.” He angled your head just so, and kissed you, powerfully, passionately, hungrily.

He held on to you and kissed you all the way to the tent you both shared.

Dinner was cooked, much much later.

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[doe-writes-stuff]

It’s me! Welcome back from your hunt!! I hope all went well!!

Could I please request:

Glenn Rhee x Dixon!Reader!

What if when the group reunites after Woodbury, Daryl is deciding to go with Merle and Reader has to decide between the Dixon’s or her new family! (You can choose which one the reader chooses)

Thank you !! 💕

Oooh, yes! Unfortunately the hunt didn't get me a deer, lol, but that ok. I really like this idea, thank you so much for requesting it from me. Sorry this took a little while, I am a bit slow when writing for new fandoms since I scrutinize it a lot before posting. <3 Please enjoy~

WARNINGS: Merle and his mouth, slight angst, mentions of canon-typical violence, established relationship between Glenn and reader, strong language

Merle was, by all accounts, the stupidest idiot in the fucking world.

Why hadn't he gone back to the Atlanta camp all that time ago? Just left you behind, off to survive on his own? Had it not been for him, none of this would have happened in the first place. Your boyfriend wouldn't have been beaten to a pulp--that was a conversation you'd have to have with Merle later--Daryl never would have gotten left behind in Woodbury to be possible walker food, and this whole argument of staying or going would have been unnecessary. If he weren't your brother, you would have beaten his ass. You still might...

And now you stood between your two families--the one you'd always known and the one you'd discovered recently--with the most difficult decision to make.

You wanted to punch something. Merle's face was looking more and more like a good place to start...

"Well...I can see ol' Merle ain't welcome here no more. All this animosity's tastin' real sour." He said with a glare at everyone who wasn't you or Daryl. He gestured for the two of you to follow. "Come on, then. Best be on our way 'fore dark."

Daryl was on Merle's side. Of course he was. He'd always fallen in line with your eldest brother's dumb-assery growing up. You didn't blame him, exactly, but it was sad to see him returning to old habits without any resistance. And no matter how much Rick pleaded for him to reconsider, his answer was solid and unwavering: no Merle, no Daryl either.

You stood, arms crossed with a decidedly pissed-off expression on your face. You could practically feel Glenn's hard stare at your back, piercing and hopeful. He wanted to say something, to plead for you to stay, but kept quiet. Maybe the fact you hadn't moved an inch gave him the impression your mind was already made up. In truth, you were still torn, but you appreciated him not pestering you about this.

They were your brothers. You'd grown up together. Gone through hell together. Had each other's backs--for the most part. You loved them both. Were you so willing to let that go?

But the family, the home, you'd found and cultivated with the ragtag and unlikely group of survivors from all the way back in Atlanta had established itself in your heart. With a bit of surprise, you realized that leaving it all behind would hurt a lot worse than you'd ever anticipated it would. Especially Glenn. You loved him. Truly loved him.

They'd been nothing more than a possible source of supplies to steal, in the beginning. Look how far you'd all come together.

Fuck.

The older Dixon pinned you with a hard look when you didn't immediately come along with him and Daryl, trekking closer to the wood's edge. He turned, frown evident and hard. "Y/N, get your ass over here. We're leavin.'"

The atmosphere was tense, everyone pinning their attention on the Dixon clan. Your jaw worked back and forth in silence for several seconds, staring down your eldest brother, stalling those last few moments to give you time to really commit to the decision you knew was right.

"Go on, then." You say, gesturing to the woods they were heading towards. "I'm stayin.'"

"Like hell you are." Merle was swift to angrily retort, affronted with the reality that you refused his decision. Daryl just looked at you with a mixture of emotions you couldn't quite decipher. "Ain't no Dixon I know who'd turn their back on family. On blood. Best cut this shit out."

"Ain't sayin' it again, Merle. If you're leavin', then leave. I'm not goin' with." The second rejection is a lot easier to verbalize, and it only helps to solidify that what you chose was right. And, just because you knew verbal jabs was a large part of Merle's vocabulary, you left him with a parting dig. "Always were real good at walkin' away, leavin' us on our own when we needed you the most. Figures you'd do it all over again..."

You couldn't leave the others behind. Not like this. Not when the relationship you'd developed with Glenn had been progressing so well. You would have regret ever turning your back on him.

It's clear your words have pissed him off badly. His jaw is tight and he straightens up, insulted. The hurt was evident in Daryl's eyes, but behind it you thought you saw...envy. At least, you hoped so. If Daryl could change his mind, maybe Merle wouldn't be so quick to-

"Showin' your true colors now, huh? Well, let me tell you somethin'..." The venom in his tone is evident, purely meant to hurt you. And it does, though you tell yourself to stand your ground against your brother's ire. "Daryl and I? Don't need you anyhow. Never did. Weren't much of a Dixon to begin with!"

The words sting, no matter how much you don't want them to.

You feel Glenn step closer to you, perhaps intending to defend you somehow against your brother's words, but Daryl beats him to it, grabbing onto Merle's shoulder. "Enough, Merle. Let's just go."

The older Dixon shrugs off Daryl's hand, stare pinning you for several seconds, before dismissing you with a toss of his hand. "Just you and me now, little brother. Better on our own anyway. No dead weight to hold us back."

You watch your brothers walk away, clenching your fists tightly, drawing half-circle of blood in your palm when your nails sink in.

Rick advises you all to head back to the prison, and you don't resist when Glenn gently lays a hand on your shoulder, prompting you to turn and leave with them.

Merle was right about one thing...animosity tasted real sour.

"Y/N-"

"Just stop." You cut Glenn off as you entered the shared cell space. Tossing your jacket to the ground uncaringly, you sat on the bottom bunk and ran your hands over your face. Stress settled on your shoulders like hundred pound weights. "Don't wanna talk about it."

You feel his hesitation, and for a second you feel bad for snapping. Risking a glance up, you're reminded that Glenn had not too long ago gotten the shit beat out of him. His face was still banged up, bruises and a split lip fresh and evident. His eyes show clear concern. You look away in shame.

"Ok. We won't talk about it." He concedes with a nod, clearly not totally satisfied with the decision but compromising for the time being. He sits on the bed beside you, hand laid palm-up on the bed as invitation. "For what it's worth...I'm glad you stayed."

You don't say anything, biting back the retort that you'd just let go of your brothers to do so. It's an effort, the instinct to lash out and attack with words when you were agitated, but you managed. Between you and Daryl, you'd always had an easier time unlearning that particular Dixon trait. It wasn't exactly effortless, though.

This was Glenn. He didn't judge. Not you.

Some--but not all--of the anger subsided. Enough so that you shifted your hand to place it on his own, fingers intertwining together gently. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before leaning in to place a kiss to your temple.

When it's clear you're not going to say anything further, Glenn releases your hand and stands, wandering off. Perhaps to find Herschel and get himself looked over. You hope so. Merle had done a number on him.

You went to bed early, mind too tumultuous to interact with the others for the rest of the day. There was probably a lot of planning around the Governor going on, but really...you couldn't be bothered to give a fuck. At least until morning.

You're roused from sleep when Glenn returns to your cell. He undresses, down to his boxers and some comfortable shorts. He's careful with how he moves, and when he approaches the bed to slip in behind you. He thinks you're still asleep, you realize.

He pauses when you shift over enough to allow him space to lay down, not expecting you to be awake. But he recovers quickly and settles in his typical place at your back, chest pressed against you and arms wrapped easily around your middle.

Nothing is said, but he can tell that most of the anger from that afternoon was gone, replaced with sleep and regret. He only hopes that it isn't regret from leaving your brothers behind.

"Sorry." You mutter, and his head shakes against the pillow behind you.

"You don't have to be."

"Shouldn't have pushed you away like that."

"It's been a stressful day." He excuses in a tired voice. "For all of us."

You settle in closer, sighing in content and guilt as he pulls you in. You're damn lucky that things hadn't ended up worse. You knew there was more to talk about regarding the whole situation, but for now, you could leave a pin in it and rest.

You shift a little. "Glenn?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

You feel him press a kiss just above your ear. "Love you too. Nothing's gonna change that."

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[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Prayin’ for you and your family, sugar

stay safe, stay clear minded and stay within your means

you got this, ain’t nothing gonna tear you down

I appreciate the kind words darlin <3

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[raethethey]

I love that we are moots I can’t thank you enough for your help with Deaf Simon

💋💋💋

thanks sugar

hi aggie! :3 me too

id do anything for deaf simon <3

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[sunsetsimon]

feeling very much Gaz today

thanks for the suggestion, i wrote a little drabble here. hopefully it’s okay!

#bringinsexybackk69 #ask

[stargirlrchive]

Anything. Keegan girlies ✊UNITE ✊

AHHH ok ok omw 😁

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[lundenloves]

@bringinsexybackk69: can i please request dad simon with a boy? like yeah he has all his girls and then there's either the youngest or the oldest and it's his only son? i can just picture like the girls are jealous cause he gets new clothes not hand-me-downs, he gets to do his own sports with out his siblings, he gets to go shooting with the 141- just like totally sibling rivalry and fighting over who is dads favorite?!

youngest.

simon is over the fucking moon when he finds out it's a boy - he's one of them dads in american gender reveals who says “i think you're a girl but i need you to be a boy" 💀

instant attention all goes to this kid, because A) he actually knows how to do it now and B that's his boy. that's his fuckin lad.

the kid looks like you. boys look like their mums, girls look like their dads n all that but christ does he have simon's quietness.

a complete observer like his dad. will be in silence while the girls argue, quietly exchanging glances with simon who internally feels like fucking high-fiving himself for creating a kid who finally understands him.

however the clothes are admittedly down to you, you love buying shit. any excuse. and having a son instead of another girl gave you great reason. though you did go too far sometimes. credit card bills rocketed.

he gets his own room too. straight off the bat, fresh into this fucking world and he's got it all. or that's how your daughters seen it.

“how does he get everything."

“give him a fucking chance." mumbling something about how he's only a week old. the dad sigh strikes again.

him and simon fuck off together a lot. they'll be away camping somewhere, simon teaching this (probably half uninterested) kid how to do all the survival stuff since his girls were never interested.

and when he gets older, maybe around seventeen to eighteen he's so game for that stuff. realistically, was probably in the school cadets n all 💀

when he's able enough, he'll maybe tag along on a run with 141 or summat. this is an incredibly humbling experience to say the least, though uncle soap is there to make everything a laugh n slow the run. "boys, boys, give the lad a chance eh?"

gets into his dads routine of the gym in mornings too, simon watching his workout from a distance before giving him pointers - hands on hips before stepping back to see if he's doing it right or not.

although, simon does not let him apply to the army. all fun n games till it wants to happen isn't it padre?

probably applies behind simon's back ngl. resulting in a huge fuck off argument once a letter comes in stamped under british army branding under the kids name instead of his own. yikes.

classic son x father shouting match.

i’m probably going to get asked to write that now aren’t i? happily, gladly, don’t get me wrong. sorry i haven’t been writing much but i do enjoy talking to you lot in the inbox.

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[queermentaldisaster]

Vamp!Soap who refuses to feed on people, so he's supplied with blood bags. (Price and Laswell are the only two who know)

Vamp!Soap, who, after a rough mission, found himself stuck in a safehouse in the middle of the woods with Ghost. This safehouse is the one that hasn't had blood bags brought in yet, and comms aren't working.

Vamp!Soap who keeps trying to hunt animals to drink from (even though their blood tastes yucky, he doesn't like it) but keeps failing.

Human!Ghost who has no clue that Soap is a vampire.

Human!Ghost who has no idea why Soap's constantly getting paler and weaker despite constantly leaving the safehouse.

Human!Ghost who is running himself into the ground trying to get comms working so he can get Soap treatment.

Vamp!Soap who almost loses control so he has to tell Ghost and he's worried that Ghost will hate him or shun him.

Human!Ghost who realises how everything connects now and damn near tears Soap's head off for not telling him sooner, and gives him permission to feed on him.

Tags: @bringinsexybackk69 @forestshadow-wolf @resident-idiot-simp

#ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #soap mw2 #ghost mw2 #call of duty mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #call of duty

[starzshopoflove]

Double Trouble (Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x Reader)

request fill for @bringinsexybackk69  <3 hope you enjoy this little drabble!! Notes: fem reader! sfw, chaotic couple, fluff, civilian reader

Soap: getting a girl

Okay, not unbelievable; he's quite the pretty boy. He’ll usually squawk about some bird for a few weeks, then shut up once he’s done with her. Sometimes he’ll bring them around base for a round at the pub or to a government charity event the squad was forced to attend.

Recently, he has been less rowdy and more active. And by active, I mean rushing home as soon as he’s done with work on base. He’s been saying some nonsense about his family being in town.

He’s been more diligent with his paperwork, gathering up the lot and running himself down to the archivist to drop them off before getting home. Not even stopping with the force to grab a pint at the pub or have dinner.

Of course, he does eventually crack and tell Ghost. The poor boy can't keep his mouth shut for anything. Giggling as he unlocks his phone to scroll through and show ghost pictures of you together, his personal favorite being a screenshot of you holding a burnt pan of something thats supposed to resemble food thats been charred to nothingness with the biggest smile on your face, of course paired with a little text.

‘My man is eatin' good tonight. Bon appetit, baby.😍’

Ghost gave him a weak thumbs up. You were gorgeous; don't get him wrong, but for a civilian to be as strange or erratic as Soap meant some screws were definitely lost, perhaps multiple. Soap finally let himself yap a bit more about you to the squad, explaining that he actually wanted to take you seriously and didn't want to jinx it by bragging about you before he could really be sure.

Soap started bringing you around the base after a few weeks, ready for you to meet his friends—well, more like brothers—and Price as his proxy dad. You concerned Ghost more than annoyed him, and you clicked with Gaz almost as easily as you did Soap. Price didn't get to meet you on the same night Gaz and Ghost did since he was held up in a meeting.

Your first encounter with him wasn't exactly charming.

Price was honestly just trying to get on with his day; he was already pissed off dealing with rookies misbehaving. All he wanted to do was drop off these papers and nurse a nice, good scotch before bed.

He stood in front of Soap’s office door, knocking on it, waiting for some reply. Hearing nothing, he tried again. Still nothing.

'Whatever, he's probably pissing or something, I’ll just drop these and leave’

Sighing heavily, he leans his head against the door, bringing a tired hand to the door knob and briefly shutting his eyes, imagining the drink that will soon be his. Hey, he's actually kind of happy right now. Maybe he’ll wait for Soap and take the boys out for a round; maybe that'll make his day.

A small smile cracks on his face fondly as he twists the doorknob, cracking it open. That same smile drops just as quickly.

Oh, what the fuck?

He’s greeted by the sight of Johnny's desk on fire—no explanation, just the table on fire. No, not the papers on the table on fire, but the actual table on fire. Also, he’s screaming, and so is the lady with him. Wait, who the fuck is she?

“PAT IT OUT, WOULD YOU?"

Johnny's shouting—actually screaming—how did he not hear this behind the door when he was coming in? Price just stands there, eyebrows wrinkled as he squints his eyes, barely able to process what he's seeing at 11 p.m. with his brain feeling like mush.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?"

Oh great, now she's screaming. His eyes wander over to you in your screaming match, trying to figure out the fire extinguisher. Johnny's trying to fan out the flame while you're struggling to pull the pin.

"CLEARLY NOT PUTTIN TH’ FUCKIN FIRE OOT"

“YOU CAN SEE ME TRYING JOHNNY."

"PRICE IS GONNAE FUCKIN MURDER ME."

“YOU MEAN THAT, GUY? HI, Mr. Price."

Johnny whips his head to the open door, where Price stands still verily confused as the lady works a miracle, extinguishing the fire while also covering Johnny in the same foam. Panting, you drop the extinguisher on the floor, slapping your hands on your knees. You turn to look at Price, shooting him the same grin Johnny has had before.

“Lovely to meet you, boss!!” You seem to chirp out happily.

"Pleasures are all mine” is all Price can manage at this point.

It seems like thing one has finally found thing two.

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[forestshadow-wolf]

@bringinsexybackk69 @thejacketscloset *hands you genderfuck angst and runs away*

transmasc, genderfluid/non-conforming Soap who spend so much of his tween/teen tears pushing away make-up and femininity because he so often didn't feel comfortable in her own skin, and it all just felt.. itchy.

and now, he better knows who she is, and is finally ready to start embracing the more feminine aspect of him that he's spent so long running from.

but... she's missed all those years to learn from a young age, and to make mistakes.

and so when they put on a dress, he feels like it's filled out in all the wrong ways. and the make-up feels caked on and wrong.

and she looks in the mirror, and all that stares back to them is a pig in lipstick.

#john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap cod #soap call of duty #soap #gender dysphoria #gender fuckery #gender fluid #gender nonconforming #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #el rambles #i feel like this sometimes :/ #i refuse to do anything more than simple eyeliner. not even mascara. or lipstick #sometimes I just wanna be pretty like that. and i just can't so i don't

[plague-of-rats]

this will be my only post for a while, and then I shall cease to exist again. (Sorry @bringinsexybackk69 )

aaaaanyway, I drew Astarion from Baldur's Gate 3!! As a Tarot Card!! Specifically The Star!!

Enjoy :)

This took around ~ 6 hours and 30 minutes xx

#astarion #our little star #he is my favourite blorbo #that's actually a huge understatement #i would die for this man. no wait #i would *live* for this man #I wish he were real #i just want to give him hugs :( #astarion bg3 #bg3 #astarion ancunin #small artist #bg3 fanart #if you actually like my art i will give you many smooches and forehead kisses #Tarot card #The Star

[minervadashwood]

@bringinsexybackk69 replied to your post “We must alert the crew!! --Murphy support...”:

??? Who is that?? Sorry I literally can’t see

​it's david harbour, but @green-eyedladywrites was indicating it inspired her to do a murphy fic. so i got excited and sent up the proverbial bat signal.

>.<

#bringinsexybackk69 #replies

[doe-writes-stuff]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request:

Daryl Dixon x Younger! Brother or Sister (depending on what you write)

Maybe after the fire on the farm , Daryl and his sibling reunite!

Also, just wanted to quickly say that I love your blog!! Thank you 🤎☺️🤎

Ahh, thank you! I've written so little so far, but I'm happy you're enjoying what content I do have already <3 Please enjoy, and I hope this is to your liking!

WARNINGS: Canon-typical violence, reader is a bit of a hothead (as all Dixons are), strong language

The farm is a total loss, and it didn't take a genius to realize it.

If the flaming barn lighting up the night with an amber glow didn't make that abundantly clear, then the few hundred walkers closing in from the surrounding forest certainly did. Too many to possibly fight off with your ragtag group of survivors. You hadn't heard so many growls in unison since the very beginning of the world falling apart. It set your teeth and nerves on edge. And a familiar paranoia set in.

What the hell had happened? It was one thing after another; first the barn, then Randall, then suddenly a massive horde shows up and everything is in chaos. Where the hell were Rick and Shane? Fuck, where was Carl? You hoped the kid wasn't by himself in this mess.

On top of that, you couldn't find Daryl anywhere. Last you knew the hunter had gone out with Glenn to track, but you'd not seen him return. He was capable and you really weren't worried about him. It didn't matter how many of the dead cropped up, your older brother was a survivor. He'd be fine. Definitely.

You for sure were not worried.

...ok, maybe you were. But Dixons didn't let that shit show, as Merle had taught.

Stray shotgun shots echoed nearby and drew in the horde with more vigor. Herschel, the stubborn bastard, unwilling to give up his home without a fight. You could respect the sentiment, but you didn't plan on dying tonight. Couldn't he see there was no saving it from this many dead?

Your knife finds its way into the head of the closest handful of walkers that approach, felling them one after the one with smooth stabs. But there's always another behind it waiting to get its decaying hands on you. Ugh.

You're making your way towards the house, unsure why but picking a direction and sticking with it. Maybe, if you could find any of the other survivors, you could get the hell out of here in the limited number of vehicles left.

The dead were everywhere. You put down one just to have another 2 closing in from another direction. It was pissing you off, frankly, but there was nothing else to do but keep moving. By coincidence--or maybe by design, you couldn't guess--your uncoordinated path through the walking corpses leads you to Herschel himself, who was practically backed up against his home, shotgun still in hand dealing lead death to any reanimated corpse close enough.

And it's then that you see Carl and Rick beside him, trying to convince him to leave. The sight of others lights a fire under your feet, and you run the last distance towards them.

"Hey!" Your shout draws their attention. "Are we gettin' the hell out of here, or what?!"

"She's right." Rick turned to the old farmer again, laying a hand on his shoulder and shaking his head emphatically. "The farm is gone, we can't stay here!"

"This is my land! I'll sooner die on it than give it up." He stubbornly replies, face set in determined lines. The flaming barn down aways gives a frighteningly loud and groaning creak as the timbers within burn. The structural integrity was weakening, and none of you were sure how long it would hold out.

You're forced to turn and take care of the several walkers that had taken the opportunity to sneak up behind your back. All this standing around...it irritated you beyond belief.

"Old man, stayin' here is suicide!" You yell. "Think of Maggie n' Beth! What the hell do you want us to tell them, huh?"

He hesitates, the reminder of his family somewhere out there starting to shake his resolve--he even gives a glance down at the wide-eyed and frightened Carl who hadn't said a word thus far--but Rick steps in with the finishing argument. The former sheriff shakes Herschel's shoulder roughly.

"Don't leave your daughters without their father! They need you, and you need them."

You look around, realizing that the dead were coming in denser and more numerous waves. You didn't have long before escape would be impossible. And damn it all if you died because of some old man's stubbornness and stupidity. Not on your watch.

Not waiting around to find out if he was in agreement, you grab Herschel's arm.

"We're out of time!" You begin dragging him in the direction you think is most clear of the dead, offering all of you the best chance of escape. He allows it with little resistance, thankfully. Rick and Carl are barely a step behind, eager to be away from the remains of what had once been home, shelter, and safety.

You're several hundred yards away when the sound of the barn collapsing within itself echoes across the clearing, sparks sent high into the dark sky.

Where was Daryl? You'd practically chewed your thumb nail down to nothing, worry presenting itself as a nervous tick. Where the fuck was he? You'd been waiting on this highway for several hours and there was no sign of anyone other than you, Herschel, and Rick.

Well, and more of those dead fuckers who'd caused all this mess in the first place. Only now, with the threat of the horde turning in your direction again, you were forced to hide and stay quiet, hoping for the others to show.

It was testing your patience beyond its limits. Sitting around on your hands, waiting, wondering...it was the worst.

On top of all of that, Herschel was getting on your last goddamn nerve, talking about leaving while you still could.

That was the last straw.

"We are not leaving this fuckin' highway until the others get here." You spit with a scowl, voice low so as not to draw more attention to yourselves.

Whether it's your words or your tone that makes him give you a withering stare, you're not sure. He tightens his grip on his shotgun. "Young lady, we have to think of Rick's boy now. There's no guarantee the others made it off the farm, and waiting around here is only going to put him in more danger-"

"Oh, don't even start with that." You scoff, ignoring the way Rick placed himself between you to try to placate the fighting. The old man's attitude coupled with the last vestiges of adrenaline wearing off had put you in a foul mood. To the point where you didn't even care if Carl was there to witness it. "You wanna know something?"

"Y/N, that's enough." The former sheriff emphasized, but you were too riled up at this point, pushing past him and pointing an accusatory finger at the old man.

"You put us all in danger refusin' to leave the farm last night."

Rick tried again. "Hey, hey, let's all just calm down-"

"We did you a favor draggin' your sorry ass out here to live another day, so until everyone gets here, and I mean everyone, I don't wanna hear a damn word from-"

The rumble of an engine draws all of your attentions, abating your anger momentarily as your gaze swung to the other end of the highway. Hope bubbled from underneath the boiling fury, settling your nerves. Was it...?

It was!

Thank fuck.

The moment Daryl's--well, Merle's--bike came into view a weight lifted from your soul. You'd already lost one brother in Atlanta. You don't know what you'd do with yourself if you'd lost the other. In the lead of the small band of vehicles approaching, Daryl came to a stop several feet away from where you, Rick, Carl, and Herschel were standing behind a stalled-out car.

The reunions commenced, loved ones and friends reuniting, but you only had eyes for your older brother. Walking up to him, an equal amount of relief is in his own eyes, masked to all except you. His eyes swept over you, probably checking for wounds. It was a familiar gesture, from years of hard childhood.

You'd hug him, but you were both Dixons.

Sour mood quickly dissipating, you punched his arm hard with a smirk. "Could've waited up on me, bastard. Bet you didn't even look for me, did you? Some brother you are."

The words were callous and snarky, but you knew he could read between the lines.

I was fucking worried about you.

"Crazy bitch, always hittin' me." Daryl complained, rubbing at his arm to ease the punch. "Almost wish I'd saved myself the trouble lookin' for ya."

I'm glad you're ok.

You give a huffed laugh. "As if you'd get anywhere without me. Still remember which side of those bolts are the pointy end?"

I love you.

"Fuck off, Y/N."

Love you, too.

You caught a glance of a few confused or concerned looks from the other survivors--mostly Lori and Carol--but you didn't give a shit what they thought. It wasn't as if they'd been all that welcoming to the Dixon clan when you'd first settling into the Atlanta camp. They didn't know shit about your family.

Whatever happened after that point, you vowed to stick close to Daryl from that point, never leaving his side, never risking being separated again.

And if his steady gaze was anything to go by, you think he felt the same.

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