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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 1 year

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Hi :) I hope you're doing well ☺️ Could I request a Paul Rovia x Female Reader fic please ? Where Paul opens up to Reader about his insecurities, his fears and everything else he has never been able to tell and share with anyone, except with her. (We know he has always had troubles building relationships). Like he is super vulnerable at that moment and may be on the verge of a breakdown and reader (who also happens to be his best friend or s/o) comforts him in the sweetiest way possible and assures him he IS worthy of Love, no matter what people told him in the past. Also hugs. Lots of hugs. And Hair stroking. You know... Just pure comfort and care. 🥺 Thanks :)

Hi! I’m so sorry, this took me FOREVER to write with writers block and everything. So sorry for the wait!! Thank you for the request

Tw’s: sensitive topics, emotions running high, coming out.

Please note, as I would rather not get rude threatening DM’s please know this story is about Paul and reader as friends. I would never write Paul with a female character romantically. In the last twenty minutes I’ve been getting nonstop messages about this specific post and they’re fairly rude. I’m only human. I’m only writing stories because I like to. Again this story is focusing on friends helping each other!!! Nothing more nothing less. PLEASE think before you message me with abusive language. Thank you. I will not be discussing this topic again

Some of the things I write as Paul are probably going to be made up as I don’t know everything about him so apologies if I write something wrong!

“you can talk to me,”

Your words were soft as you gazed at your best friend, Paul. His long hair fell in front of his face shielding the look of discomfort in his eyes but his body language was enough of a telling sign that something wasn’t right. He was always at hilltop but you had noticed something was off with him so encouraged him to take a break from being busy and spend some quality time with you. He never spoke to you about how he was feeling, he always felt like a burden but you just wanted to listen to him. Make him realise that it was okay to talk. “What happened?” You questioned- you weren’t a mind reader but you wished you were one at that very moment. It tore you apart not being able to help him. “Nothing” he said quietly and you looked at him raising your brows “nothing my ass” you said sarcastically you simply stared at him overly concerned for his well-being and rightly so, being in the apocalypse all alone with little to no family was a risk to mental health.

“Seriously it’s nothing y/n” he said shaking his head as he stood up from the couch. Your eyes flared with concern and you held yourself back from standing up with him “please don’t shut me out” you pleaded watching as his sea blue eyes slowly moved to look at you, his expression hurt and confused. “You’ve got enough on your plate I don’t want to bother you, seriously-“ you cut him off grabbing onto his hand tightly but gently as you gazed into his eyes “I’ve always got time for you.” You uttered out giving his hand a light squeeze “no matter what I’m always here for you… always.” You said and you watched as he seemingly allowed himself to break free from the “Im fine” demeanour as he sat back down beside you but you didn’t let go of his hand simply holding onto his hand tightly, your fingers intertwined with his as you brushed your thumb against his hand gently. Silence soon engulfed the both of you as you could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to word what he wanted to say properly.

He licked over his lips nervously before letting out a breath “I’m scared.” He practically whispered and you remained silent gazing at him before your eyes softened “oh, Jesus” you cooed gently letting go of his hand as you wrapped your arm around his shoulder pulling him close, his head slowly falling to rest against your shoulder as he closed his eyes feeling tons of comfort wash over him. “You’re allowed to be scared” you assured gently but he soon shook his head “I… I’m not just scared of the apocalypse or walkers or anything… I’m scared of losing you.” He said his voice trembling ever so slightly, you nodded slowly snaking your hand up to rest against his head as you listened to him your fingertips slowly running through his hair, trying to soothe him as best as you possibly could. “I’m wasting so. much. time. Because I’m unable to connect with people I feel useless and so stupid… I can’t seem to solve anything anymore I’m only good for stealing… I’m just useless” he said almost numbly and you quickly pulled away to look into his eyes as you cupped his face in your hands “hey, no… where is this coming from?” you shook your head “absolutely not- we need you for everything. For your skills… for your kindness, passion, fighting skills… you’re amazing.”

But even though your words were said with all the kindness possible he didn’t believe it, looking away as tears formed in his eyes, his hands trembling as he seemingly looked like he was about to breakdown. “You can talk to me, Paul… please. I want to help you. Let it all out.” You pleaded as he let out a breath leaning back into the couch as you wrapped your arm around his shoulder. You had known him for a while now and knew he got most comfort and security from comforting touches- touches being the only way to truly calm him down. You watched as he stared up at the ceiling struggling to control the heavy emotions rolling round his head. “It’s all in my head” he said gently “all the thoughts. The memories. The pain. It sucks” You nodded slowly as a tear slowly trickled down his cheek. He was always such a strong strong man who never showed much emotion so it shocked you… he was opening up to you.

“Okay… I’m listening.” You assured gently as he nodded turning his head to look at you his eyes full of honesty and seriousness but a deep pain was starting to shine through “I had a group before hilltop, I trusted them… I ignored the warning signs. They were a bunch of bullies basically…. Making fun of everything about me. They weren’t a group- they were just people who had to suffer with me there, we were hunting together. This was probably a month into the whole apocalypse and we were scavenging for food… soon enough we became the food. The dead surrounded us everywhere and all of them threw me into the dog house basically… they ran and left me to fend for myself.” Your brows furrowed as you listened “oh I’m sorry that’s awful…” he wiped away some fresh tears angrily visibly trying not to be too emotional about it “but I somehow freed myself from it all… I then started my journey again but solo this time….” He bit down on his bottom lip “a few weeks later and I found them all dead… they hadn’t been bitten- none of them- they had all just been stabbed in the head and to this day I don’t know who did it but I regret not being there to help them. I should’ve helped them….” “No you couldn’t-“ he cut you off gently “no, y/n, you don’t understand. I should’ve been there to somehow save them. I don’t think of them often but when I do it’s when I’m like this… I guess… but that’s usually the time when I’m alone.” He said and you stared at him quietly, he had been doing this for ages- suffering alone. “I’m always here to listen” you said and he nodded “I know.”

You slowly rubbed up and down his back trying to think of something to say watching as he sucked in harsh breaths and you got closer to him “come here” you soothed quietly as you wrapped your arms around him as he practically sunk into you as if this was the first hug he had, had in forever, his body instantly relaxing into yours as you stroked his hair resting your chin atop of his head “it’s okay… it’s all going to be okay.” You soothed as his body began trembling, shaking harder every now and then as he tried to keep in his cries “let it all out… you’re safe” you coaxed, continuing to murmur quiet assuring things to him as he continued crying in your arms.

“How do you know it’s going to be okay?” He suddenly asked sniffling “I don’t know that but what I do know is you’ve survived this long… you’ve got us… you’ve got a family. Cut yourself some slack. You’re only human.” You said to him quietly. “We’re so lucky to have you Paul. I’m so lucky. I’ve got the greatest best friend” you said with a small smile as you continued stroking your hand over his hair “you’re so loved… you’re so worthy. You may not feel it at times but you are.” You said with a small smile. Usually he was the one comforting you but being able to comfort him back felt nice… “really?” He looked up into your eyes and you smiled down at him nodding your head “absolutely.”

Paul appreciated your kindness. He hadn’t experienced such kindness in a long time and so he was grateful for it. You made him feel safe. You shielded him from the pain. “Do you feel better now?” You asked softly and he nodded slightly “anything else you’d like to talk about?” You offered and he gazed at you “yes, actually.” He said and you hummed sitting up straighter as you gazed at him “okay… I’m uh, I’m not going to sugar coat this alright? But I’ve been insecure my whole life… I could never figure out why… I couldn’t get to the main root of the insecurity but I found it…” he said and you nodded quietly easing him to continue “I’m gay… I like… guys.” He said staring at you waiting for your reaction and as he saw a smile light up your face relief was quick to wash over him “that’s amazing” you wrapped your arms around him “but I’m sure I knew… I see the way you look at some guys.” You chuckled out and he smiled at you “thank you.” He murmured and you shook your head “no… thank you.” You said and he furrowed his brows slightly “for opening up to me…. Communicating is important. Don’t leave me in the dark okay? I’m here to listen.” You said and he nodded… for you he’d try and learn that he wasn’t a burden and that he could communicate to you.

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 10 months

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Alpha’s First Daughter

Summary: You had been on your own for years after escaping the Whisperers. Until you run into a hunter in the woods who's searching for his brother.

The Walking Dead rewrite from Season 9 to Season 11 with you, Y/N, as Daryl Dixon's eventual love interest.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: language,

Chapter 25-

Arriving back home to Alexandria was depressing.

Sure, you had food and supplies for everyone which was fantastic, but so many had died to get those supplies and watching everyone reunite with their loved ones made you realise just how alone you actually were.

Negan was gone too. Maggie said that he had left and that was it. He didn't even say goodbye to you, nothing.

Daryl hadn't said a word to you since you and Maggie killed the Reapers... minus Leah who he let walk away. Daryl was pissed at you which was fine because you were still upset with him about the whole Leah thing anyway.

While everyone was hugging their family and friends, you slipped away and found a quiet spot behind the nearest building and collapsed to the ground beside it. The stab wound on your stomach was still hurting as you rested your hand over the stitches and let out a heavy sigh, leaning your head back against the wall.

You were alone.

The only person you had left was angry at you... you literally had no one. No Negan, no Lydia, no Ace, no one.

Tears started to burn in the back of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Why were you crying? It wasn't like you weren't used to being alone. You've been alone for most your life, it was fine. You were fine, you kept telling yourself. You had to be.

You buried your face into your hands and just sat there, listening to everyone laugh and chat in the background before a voice you thought you'd never hear again filled the air.

"No welcome back hug?"

Your head shot up so fast that you nearly gave yourself whiplash before your eyes landed on Paul Rovia standing a few metres away with a bright smile.

He was alive. Holy shit, he was alive.

You sat there and stared at him with wide eyes before tears started to blur your vision. You wanted to get up and hug him, you wanted to ask him how he was alive, but you couldn't get yourself to even move as you sat there in utter shock.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. Y/N, don't cry. it's okay." Jesus hurriedly reassured, rushing over and dropping to his knees beside you.

That just made you cry even harder as you buried your face with your hands again and sobbed. All your pent-up emotion now flooding through, and you couldn't stop it.

"It's been rough for her." You heard Aaron say softly in the background as a way of an explanation before Jesus suddenly wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest.

"It's okay. I got you. It's okay." He said, holding you tightly before he glanced up at Aaron and whispered, "where's Daryl?"

"They, uh, they aren't on the best of terms right now."

"Shit." Jesus swore softly under his breath, his hand rubbing soothing circles over your back as he held you. "It's okay, you're okay. Everything is okay."

You weren't sure how long you were crying for, but by the time you pulled away from him, his shirt was wet from your tears and Aaron had now disappeared, leaving just the two of you sitting against the building.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, wiping the tears from your eyes as you looked over at your best friend, still unable to believe that he was real. "How-how are you here?"

"Don't ever apologise for something like this, okay?" He replied, looking at you seriously. "And Connie and I managed to escape. It's a long story and I am way too sober to tell it."

You snorted softly despite the tears in your eyes as Jesus looked down at your blood-stained shirt. "What happened to you though?"

"Also, too sober to talk about that."

Jesus chuckled, but nodded in understanding, "how about you and I take a trip to the infirmary. We get your wound properly looked at and then I think Aaron has some moonshine laying around somewhere and we can swap stories, how does that sound?"

"I'd like that."

Jesus smiled before standing up and holding his hand out to you like a gentleman which you happily took as he helped you to your feet before the two of you made your way across Alexandria.

"Hey! Got something coming!" Jerry's voice urgently shouted from the watch platform.

You and Jesus stopped in your tracks as you looked over towards the gate in confusion. Maggie and Daryl quickly climbed the ladder up to the platform where Jerry was standing and instantly raised their weapons at whoever was on the other side.

Shit, this wasn't good.

"Get ready!" Daryl shouted over his shoulder.

You pulled your handgun from your holster, Jesus doing the same with his sword and you smiled softly realising that Aaron had given it back to him. The two of you made your way towards the gate with the others, your weapons up and ready.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. We're all friends. We're all friends. They're here to help." Eugene's voice said from the other side of the gate.

You glanced over at Jesus who met your gaze with equal amounts of confusion.

Eugene, Ezekiel and Yumiko had managed to find this new community, The Commonwealth, and they were here to help.

All of Alexandria sat while Eugene explained everything. The Commonwealths soldiers stood off to the side wearing white and black armour and wielding some serious fire power. These people clearly had resources and Eugene seemed to trust them enough to bring them to Alexandria.

Lance Hornsby, the diplomatic representative of The Commonwealth spoke to you all. Offering food and supplies to help you guys rebuild before suggesting another offer which was to join him and The Commonwealth.

That simple offer.... that had changed everything.

Over half of Hilltop and Alexandria left to join the Commonwealth, including Daryl Dixon.

Maggie on the other hand had refused to leave Hilltop while Jesus had moved to Alexandria to be with Aaron and Gracie. You didn't stay in one place for long enough to call home though, you mainly travelled between the communities, spending a few weeks at a time at each settlement before moving onto the next.

It was nice travelling between the two communities, plus Oceanside on occasion too. It gave you something to do and made it feel like you weren't stuck behind the walls of either community.

It didn't take long before Aaron and Jesus accepted The Commonwealths offer. You didn't blame them, things were getting bad, food becoming scarce. They had to do what was right for their people. Jesus had tried to convince you to go with them, but you refused.

Instead, you went back to Hilltop after saying your goodbyes and helped Maggie keep her community alive. It was struggling, you both knew it, but neither of you wanted to join The Commonwealth.

The Hilltop was just going through a rough patch at the moment. It would get better. You just had to keep pushing until you reached the better part.

You thought back to the day that Daryl left. The last time you had seen him.

"I don't want to go to The Commonwealth without ya." Daryl had said while he was packing Judith’s and RJ's bags.

"I know." You sighed, sitting down on the edge of Judith's bed.

The kids were all outside playing in Alexandria one last time, you could hear them laughing and having fun together while Daryl finished packing the last of their things.

"Then come with us. I know we... I know... I know ya still hate me because of Leah ‘n I will never stop trying to make up for that, but please, Y/N, I can't lose ya. Just come with us ‘n we will work everythin’ out."

"Daryl, I can't."

"Why?" He asked, putting one of RJ's toys down and looking at you properly.

"I didn't survive this far into the apocalypse just to go back to having to work for a living and to pay rent like the old days. I'm done with that shit. At least with Hilltop I'm not confined just behind these walls and I don't have to pay stupid rent... I just wish things would go back to how it used to be. Like when we were living in the woods together. Life was just..." You trailed off and looked down at the ground.

"Easier? Simpler?" Daryl supplied and you looked back over at him and nodded. "I'd give anythin’ to go back to that. But we can't... I got Judith 'n RJ to think 'bout now. I gotta do what's best for ‘em."

You smiled sadly, "I know and that's okay."

"Y/N..."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm still mad at you for the whole Leah thing, but I'm not mad at you for going with The Commonwealth. I get it. You gotta look after your kids, so go." You responded, looking over at him with sad eyes.

"What ‘bout you?" Daryl asked worriedly.

"I'll get by. I always do." You said with a shrug before standing up from the bed and walking over to him. "I'll always love you, Daryl."

You wrapped your arms around him catching him by surprise. His entire body turning tense in shock, but he soon melted into your hold and hugged you back.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." He whispered, hugging you tightly.

"I know."

You get snapped away from your thoughts when your walkie talkie starts to go off.

"Y/N?"

"Y/N, do you copy?"

"We have a code red. Y/N do you copy?" Maggie's voice called over the radio.

You rushed over to your backpack and yanked the walkie free before bringing it to your mouth.

"I copy. What's wrong?" You asked, panic starting to rise.

In the last six months, you had never received a code red from Maggie. Never.

"How far are you from Hilltop?"

"Uh, like 20 minutes. What's going on?"

"The Commonwealth. I'll explain when you get here, stay off the main roads. They aren't what we thought they were." Maggie's voice responded through the radio.

"Roger that, I'll be there soon." You said, tucking the walkie back into your bag and slinging it over your shoulders.

You grabbed your bicycle, wishing now more than ever that you still had Daryl's old motorcycle, but a push bike was better than nothing, so you pedalled like mad back to Hilltop.

A million different scenarios were running through your mind about The Commonwealth, each as terrifying as the next. Eventually, you finally reached the gates of Hilltop and Elijah quickly opened them as you rode inside to find Maggie already waiting for you.

"What happened?" You asked, dismounting the bike.

"The Commonwealth aren't what we thought they were."

"Yeah, I gathered that much. What happened?"

Maggie then went into full detail explaining how a group of Commonwealth soldiers tried to wipeout a small community. Lance had apparently sent them because he believed that the group had stolen a bunch of Commonwealths supplies and weapons.

"Wait, wait, wait. How do you know that this other group was innocent? Maybe they did actually steal from The Commonwealth." You pointed out, but Maggie shook her head.

"Negan is part of that group and he says that they didn't steal the weapons. And as much as it pains me to say it, I believe Negan."

Holy shit, what? Negan was with this group? After he had just disappeared and didn't even say goodbye to you, he just joined another community? Really?

"The Commonwealth killed over half their group before we showed up and with Aaron, Jesus and Gabriel's help, we handled it." Maggie continued to explain.

"And by handled it, you mean...?"

"They're dead."

You nodded, "good. So are Jesus, Aaron and Gabriel on the run from The Commonwealth for switching sides?"

"No. They're going to lie to Lance and say that they were the only survivors and that the 'bad guys' escaped. They gave us an hour head start before they were going to radio it in which means The Commonwealth will be coming here soon." Maggie further explained.

Wait, why would The Commonwealth be coming here? If those guys lied, then Hilltop would have no connection to what happened. Why would Lance come here?

"Lance probably won't believe their lie and since Hilltop is closest, he'll think we helped." Maggie said as if she somehow knew what you were thinking.

"Okay, so you need to convince Lance that you weren't involved, is that why you wanted me here?" You asked in confusion.

Maggie shook her head, "things might go south very fast when they show up. I need you to help us fight if it gets to that."

Yeah, okay, that made more sense.

"Will you help us?" She asked.

"Of course."

The Commonwealth rolled up to the gate within the hour.

You stood beside Maggie on the watch platform, your hand resting over your gun holster as the group of soldiers marched up the gate with Lance leading them. You noticed Jesus, Aaron and Gabriel were walking behind them. Their clothes bloodied and dirty, but they seemed to be okay.

"Afternoon, Maggie. And, oh, Y/N, is it? Good to see you again, you weren't here last time I came by." Lance called out once they reached the gate.

Yeah, there was a reason for that.

Last time Lance and his Commonwealth people showed up, Jesus had given you the heads up about it and you made yourself scarce. You didn't want to see Daryl. You knew Daryl was angry with you for trying to kill Leah. If you were being honest, you were still angry at him for keeping Leah a secret from you and for seeing her when the two of you had first gotten together all those years ago.

However, despite everything that had happened, you still loved Daryl Dixon. You wanted to hate him and a small part of you did, but you still loved him, and you knew that would never change.

"What do you want?" Maggie questioned bluntly, looking down at Lance.

"There are some killers on the loose. We lost a lot of men. So, I'm hunting them down and the property they stole, the Commonwealth's property."

"We don't know anything about that."

"Well, of course not. So, you wouldn't mind if we just do a quick look around, right? Rule you all out. For the paperwork."

"She gave you her answer." You said, speaking up for the first time.

Lance's eyes flashed over to you, his expression hardening before he turned and started to talk with some of his soldiers in hushed voices before one of the soldiers suddenly stepped forward and looked up at the two of you through their mask.

"Open up." He said, his voice muffled by the mask.

"It doesn't have to be this way." Maggie responded.

The soldier sighed before reaching for his helmet and pulling it off. He kept his head down and shook it, letting his long hair fall over his face before he looked up at the two of you and your stomach dropped.

It was Daryl.

Daryl was one of their soldiers.

Those piercing blue eyes locked with yours and you let out a shaky breath as you stared right back at him before he glanced over at Maggie beside you.

"Yeah, it does. Ain't nobody leavin' until they look around. It'll be quick, I promise."

"You expect us to trust him?" You asked, nodding towards Lance.

"I ain't asking ya to trust him. I'm asking you to trust me."

"It's a little too late for that." You responded, trying to ignore the hurt look that washed over Daryl's face at your words.

Maggie grabbed your shoulder, drawing your focus away from Daryl as you looked over at her.

"Did you know he was one of their soldiers?" You whispered in shock.

She nodded, "last time he was here, he told me."

"Shit." You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands.

"Look, I don't know exactly what happened between you and Daryl. I know it has something to do with Leah and it is none of my business, but I need your head in this. I can't afford you getting emotional and doing something stupid, okay?"

You took a deep breath and nodded. "I'm good. I'm good, I swear."

Maggie eyed you cautiously, not entirely sure whether to believe you or not before she nodded at Elijah who opened the front gates.

Lance and his soldiers marched straight inside, and Maggie climbed down from the watch platform to follow wherever Lance went, but you remained up on the platform and watched from a distance.

Daryl kept glancing your way, but to your relief, he didn't try and talk to you. Instead, he stripped off his soldier armour and followed Maggie and Lance around the community.

"Guessing you and Daryl still haven't made up?" Jesus' voice suddenly asked, and you turned around to find him climbing up the ladder to the watch platform.

"Made up? As in me apologising for trying to shoot the girl that he cheated on me with? The same girl who drugged me and then tried to kill us? Or for Daryl to apologise for seeing Leah when him and I were together? Or maybe for him to apologise for just packing up and joining the Commonwealth six months ago? Which part?" You asked, folding your arms across your chest in annoyance.

Jesus stepped up onto the platform and raised his hands apologetically, "yeah, sorry. That was a stupid question."

You smiled sadly before pulling him into a tight hug, "my love life is far from what's important right now. Are you okay? Maggie told me what happened."

"I'm okay." He answered, hugging you back. "We managed to speak with Daryl, he knows what happened. He knows the truth."

You nodded as you pulled away, "okay. Good. That's good. What do we do?"

"I honestly have no idea. We're just playing along with everything at the moment, but the Commonwealth... they're not what we thought they were."

"I know."

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes as you leant against the railing of the platform and watched the soldiers carefully.

Maggie seemed pretty certain that they weren't going to find anything that would link Hilltop to what happened, but you were still worried and by the way Jesus was nervously picking at his fingernails beside you, he was worried too.

"Life was so much easier when I was on the run from my mother." You said, breaking the silence.

Jesus made a shocked choking sound and looked over at you with wide eyes.

"You mean the time when I found you bleeding out in the woods with a cut throat? Back then?"

You chuckled softly, "not that exact day. Maybe a couple days after that. When I was with you and Ezekiel... life was just... it was simpler."

"It was simpler because you were stuck in a hospital bed then." Jesus responded causing you to roll your eyes.

"You know what I mean."

You opened your mouth to respond before you spotted Lance now standing down the side of the mansion with Hershel. Lance was alone with Maggie's kid.

Nope. You didn't like that. Not at all.

"I'll be back." You said, already making your way down the ladder.

You rushed across the yard watching as Lance knelt down in front of Hershel and continued to talk.

"But I can't keep people safe if they keep secrets. So, I want you to think really hard here. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"I should probably go get my mum." Hershel answered.

Smart kid.

"Hey, hold on a second." Lance said, quickly stepping in front of Hershel and blocking his path. "You're a good kid... brave. And the thing about good kids is... they deserve presents."

You watched as Lance pulled out a familiar looking baseball cap.

"It's funny. I found this hat all the way back where the bad things happened. Be a shame for a nice hat like this to go to waste." Lance continued to say before he placed the hat on Hershel's head. "Huh! I'll be damned. Perfect fit. What are the odds?"

Lance leant down and grabbed the kids' shoulder, but you quickly rushed forward and grabbed Lance by the back of his shirt. You yanked him away from the boy before pinning him up against the brick wall with your knife to his throat.

"You enjoy interrogating little kids?" You hissed, pushing him harder against the wall.

"Y/N?" Elijah's voice called out hesitantly from somewhere behind you.

"Get Hershel away from here." You ordered, not taking your eyes off Lance.

"This won't end well for you." Was all Lance said before the familiar sound of guns cocking reached your ears and you glanced over your shoulder to find a bunch of his soldiers now surrounding you with their guns raised.

"Release him or we will shoot."

"Put him down."

"Now."

You ignored the soldiers' orders and glared at Lance in front of you who just smirked back, finding this whole thing rather amusing.

"You touch that kid again and it will be the last thing you ever do." You threatened which seemed to sink in because his smirk instantly faded.

Maggie and Daryl suddenly ran around the corner noticing all the commotion, their eyes widening when they saw you holding Lance up against the wall.

"He put his hands on Hershel."

As if on cue, the kid ran out of Elijah's hold and straight to his mother, "he said something bad was gonna happen." Hershel whispered.

"Whoa! I can explain." Lance quickly said defensively.

You pressed the blade of the knife harder against his throat until it started to pierce his skin, droplets of blood trickling down his neck causing him to wince in pain. Daryl suddenly raised his rifle and pointed it at the other soldiers while Maggie drew her sidearm and aimed it at Lance.

"Back up! Now!" Daryl shouted at the new group of soldiers that seemed to appear out of nowhere hearing their boss in pain.

"You know, I'm a nice guy, Maggie. I'll even let you back down so no one gets hurt." Lance tried to reason.

"Plenty of others have made the mistake of threatening my family. Most of them are dead now."

Maggie didn't say anything else, her gun still raised. You kept the knife against his throat just waiting for her to give you the order to end it before Daryl suddenly spun around and appeared beside you.

"You turned this place upside down 'n you found nothin'. So unless you want to die for nothin', tell 'em to drop the guns before something really fucking bad happens." He ordered, his rifle now pointed at Lance's head.

Neither of you moved or said anything else as you glared at Lance and waited before he eventually nodded.

"Everyone lower your weapons. That's an order."

The second he said 'order' all the soldiers lowered their guns in sync before Daryl and Maggie slowly lowered theirs too. You kept the knife to his throat for a moment before you released him and took a step back.

"Back up. We're leaving." He announced to his men before he walked past Maggie and said, "sorry if there was any miscommunication. Shame we couldn't be friends."

You watched Lance and his soldiers walk off before you glanced over at Daryl to find him already looking at you with an unreadable expression.

"Y/N...." He began to say.

"Just watch your back with them, Dixon." You warned.

Daryl bit his lip like he wanted to say something, but instead simply nodded before he began to follow the Commonwealth towards the gate.

Jesus had climbed down from the watch platform and was now standing with Aaron and Gabriel again, but he was looking across the yard towards you with a questioning look. You tried to give him a reassuring nod and he nodded back before the three of them walked out of Hilltop with Lance and his men, the front gates closing behind them.

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The Walking Dead

The Witcher

Salem

Star Trek

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

Barry

Stranger Things

The pirates of the Caribbean

Lotr

The Hobbit

NCIS

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Gotham characters I write for

Oswald Cobblepot

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Jim Gordon

Harvey Bullock

Ed Nygma

Alfred Pennyworth

Mr. Freeze

Victor Zsasz

Butch Gilzean

Star Wars characters I write for

Darth Maul

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Han Solo

Poe Dameron

Lando Calrissian

Finn

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

Spartacus characters I write for

Ashur

Gannicus

Crixus

Agron

Spartacus

Glaber

Caesar

Boardwalk Empire characters I write for

Al Capone

Richard Harrow

Eli Thompson

Frank Capone

Ralph Capone

Nelson Van Alden

Arnold Rothstein

Meyer

Lucky Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Marvel characters I write for

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Zemo

Loki

Thor

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes ❤️

Ultron

Pietro Maximoff

Peter Quill

Drax

Yondu Udonta

Ronan

Rocket (platonic! We ain't furries here!)

Groot (platonic)

DC characters I write for

Superman

Batman

Bane

Joker (Heath ledger or Jared Leto)

Captain Boomerang

Chato Santana

Rick Flag

Oliver Queen

Slade Wilson (Manu Bennett)

X-Men characters I write for

Victor Creed

Wolverine

Colossus

Deadpool

Cable

TWD characters I write for

Aaron

Father Gabriel

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Eugene Porter

Abraham Ford

Paul "Jesus" Rovia

The Witcher characters I write for

Geralt

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Mousesack

Eskel

Salem characters I write for

John Alden

Cotton Mather

Beelzebub/ The Sentinel

Samael

Sebastian Marburg

Star trek characters I write for

Captain Kirk

Spock

Dr. McCoy

Quark

General Martok

Weyoun

Damar

Dukat

Garak

Julian Bashir

Shran

Captain Archer

Malcolm Reed

Trip Tucker

Phlox

Harry Potter characters I write for

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Lucius Malfoy

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Fantastic Beasts characters I write for

Newt Scamander

Percival Graves

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald (Mikkelsen or Depp)

Jacob Kowalski

IT characters I write for

Richie Tosier

Ben Hanscom

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Henry Bowers

Pennywise/ Bob Gray

Barry characters I write for

Barry Berkman

Noho Hank

Monroe Fuches (As father figure)

Stranger Things characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson (platonic or as little brother)

Eddie Munson

Pirates Off The Caribbean characters I write for

Jack Sparrow....."Captain! Jack Sparrow!"

Captain Barbossa

William Turner

Bootstrap Bill

Davy Jones

James Norrington

Cutler Beckett

Salazar

Lotr characters I write for

Boromir

Faramir

Samwise Gamgee

Mary

Pippin

Aragorn

Haldir

Legolas

Elrond

Èomer

The Hobbit characters I write for

Bilbo

Thorin

Fili

Kili

Bard

Elrond

Thranduil

Legolas

Azog

NCIS characters I write for

Tony Dinozzo

Tim McGee

Joshany Gibbs

YouTubers I write for

Mully VR

Josh dub

Your favorite Narrator

Juicy

Eddie VR

Smashing

Jacksepticeye

Markiplier/Mark's egos

Angry Cops

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What I will write

Smut/NSFW

fluff

Male character x Fem reader

Traumatized reader dynamic

Mentions of abuse

Mentions of Death

Mentions of Blood

Slight torture

Knife play

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What I won't write

Male Character x Male reader (Unless platonic)

Fem Character x Fem reader (Unless platonic)

Incest

Rape (depends on Character and how graphic)

Pegging

Gore

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keep-it-dead · 2 years

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Welcome To: Informational Post

My pronouns are he/they, I'm 20 years old, I'm not really sure what else to say, but if you have questions feel free to ask. This is my Stranger Things blog, This is my Harry Potter blog, this is my Stray Kids blog, this is my Tomorrow x Together blog and this is my Ateez blog.

Rules for my blog

I only write for The Walking Dead

Requests are open

Inbox is open

16+ for smut

Any asks/requests that go against my rules and/or make me uncomfortable will be deleted

Only send requests in my asks, do not message me your request

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Women and Fem Aligned DO NOT INTERACT

Women and fem aligned will be blocked

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Smut

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Male reader

Gender neutral reader

Dom reader

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Poly relationships

Trans man reader

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I won't write

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Fem aligned reader

Rape

Piss kink

Shit kink

Sub reader

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Ship fics

Smut with minors

Incest

Pseudo incest

Smut with afab reader (I don't have a vag so idk how to write smut with an afab reader)

Who I write for

Rick Grimes - Masterlist

Daryl Dixon - Masterlist

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Maggie Greene - Masterlist

Paul "Jesus" Rovia (Male reader ONLY) - Masterlist

Ezekiel Sutton - Masterlist

Michonne - Masterlist

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minervadashwood · 1 year

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Daryl Dixon x NB!Reader (afab/plus-size) 🏹 Daryl x Reader x Rick

The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 7

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Summary: You finally meet Ro, and Daryl battles some inner demons This chapter contains: mentions of drugs, beer, more smut. Word count: 3.6K

Notes: I know it has been a long time, and I am sorry. A lot is going on in this chapter. I'm also experimenting with the rural Georgia accents with help from @bringinsexybackk69, a native Georgian. All mistakes and inconsistencies are mine.

Reminder that for now Jesus is called "Ro," as in "Rovia" (or Monroe, if you're a comics fan).

Special thanks to my other writing buddies, you know who you are. This chapter would not have come together without you.

Merle was perched on your couch reading your copy of Ragged Dicks: Masculinity and the Self-Made Alpha, when a knock sounded at your door.

A long stare through the peephole let Merle get a good look at the thin, angular man on the other side. Younger than Merle by at least ten years, he had a well-trimmed beard and shoulder-length brown hair. Merle looked him over appreciatively before swinging open the door and releasing a well-practiced growl at the attractive stranger.

The other man smiled. “Hey, man. I’m Ro. This Y/N’s place?”

Squinting at this “Ro” character, Merle could not help the quickening of his heartbeat. He’d always had a thing for beta men with long hair. Something ethereal about them. His scent was faint, like most betas, but it swirled around Merle like a soothing breeze.

Merle glared to cover up his attraction to Ro, trying to appear as alpha as possible. “Wha’ ya wan’ wit’ my brother’s ‘mega?”

“Just bringing some pizza and beer for them. I didn’t know Daryl had a brother, but I brought plenty.”

It was only then that Merle noticed that Ro was carrying three large pizzas and a plastic bag containing two six-packs.

“They know yer comin’?” Merle barked. He grinned to himself at the use of that word, fully aware that you and Daryl were both coming. He was not bothered in the slightest by the raucous moans emanating from your bedroom. Instead, he was proud of his little brother for finally becoming the alpha he was always meant to be. Maybe Merle had done something right in raising Daryl after all.

Daryl’s loud groan and your near-screaming filled the silence as Merle studied Ro, waiting for the other man’s shock. But Ro remained unflappable. He smiled up at Merle, unfazed by the noise. “So, ya gonna let me in, big guy?”

Merle tried to be sensible, but the smell of the pizza and the promise of beer made the decision for him. He swung the door wide open and ushered Ro inside.

As Ro walked by, Merle did not bother hiding an obvious stare at Ro’s perfectly shaped ass.

Daryl’s hands framed your face as he studied your eyes. You were still aglow from the orgasms he gave you, but he saw anxiety there, too.

He kissed your forehead. “Tell me wha’s wrong.”

You glanced to the side before meeting his gaze again. “I’m a little nervous. I wasn’t supposed to meet him until tomorrow. We’ve been friends for like four years now, but always through a screen. What if everything changes? What if…”

“Go on,” Daryl whispered, smoothing his thumbs over your cheeks.

“Growing up, I changed foster homes a lot, then I moved around the country a few times after college. But ever since Ro and I met online, we’ve been friends. That was through graduation and three moves! Before you, he was the closest thing I had to a pack, even though it was never in person.”

Daryl growled, taking an instant dislike to Ro. First, the man had you doubting yourself, and you’d called him pack. The word was sacred now that he’d met you. His life shifted into focus last night, with you at its center. The Dixon pack finally meant something good, and it was up to Daryl to keep it strong.

"He don’ like ya, tha's 'is problem. Ya got a pack now. A real'n."

You sighed and stepped out of his arms, pacing in the small space of the bedroom. “I know that, and it feels good, feels right. I’m just insecure. People don’t stay in my life for very long, but Ro has.”

Daryl made fists at his sides. “He tha’ importan’ to ya?”

You spun on your heels and faced him, eyes wide. Reaching for him, you pulled yourself back into his embrace. “It’s not like that, Alpha, I promise. I would never--god I would never want to be with anyone but you. Claimed or not, I’m yours.”

Daryl melted with your words and your hold on him. He believed you, at least part of him did. The alpha part was sated, for now, but the ingrained insecurity Daryl had been carrying around since childhood could not be tamed.

“Can’ keep puttin’ it off,” he sighed. ‘Less you wanna stay in ‘ere wit’ me forever,” he teased.

You whimpered. “I do, but I’m starving. Any more time with you and I’ll be famished, Alpha.” You smiled at him and Daryl cupped your jaw once more, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Leading the way, you opened the bedroom door and slowly stepped out into the living room.

You twisted your hands in front of you, and said, “Ro?”

“Y/N!” a strange voice shouted from the kitchen, and a slender man appeared. He practically ran to you, then immediately wrapped his arms around you.

Your laughter filled the room as Ro picked you up off the floor, spun you around, and set you down again, still keeping his arms tightly around your waist.

Daryl had seen enough. A growl escaped him as he stalked forward and yanked you away from Ro. All that supposed insecurity you’d had was gone now, and you were all smiles, and it looked like you were blushing.

“Ah! You must be Daryl,” Ro said. The man smiled and put a hand on either of Daryl’s shoulders, causing the alpha to flinch. “You’ll take good care of Y/N, won’t you?”

You put your arm around Daryl’s waist and slipped your hand under his shirt, gently touching his skin. The contact calmed him and kept Daryl from throwing Ro across the room.

You leaned your head on Daryl’s shoulder. “He’s already taking good care of me.”

Ro removed his hands and winked at you. “So I heard,” .

You buried your head in Daryl’s shoulder. “Ro-o-o-o-o,” you whined. “Oh my god.”

Daryl squared his shoulders, alpha pride coursing through him. A private man by nature, Daryl was surprised at the thrill it gave him knowing that Ro had heard you moaning, had heard the heights of pleasure Daryl took you to.

Ro clapped his hands together. “You two better grab some pizza and beer. I think Merle’s going to take it all if you don’t.” Ro looked down at you. “Got your favorite, Y/N. Told Merle that pie was off limits. They had the artisan beer you like, too.”

“Ro, you’re the best!” With your arm still around him, you began ushering Daryl into the kitchen.

Although your touch soothed his alpha side, Daryl’s anxiety was only getting worse. He had no idea what your favorite pizza was, let alone beer. Hell, he didn’t even know your favorite color or your middle name.

You’d said you were his, but so far all Daryl had done for you were alpha things, not boyfriend things. He’d satisfied your body and protected you from harm, sure, but what about just getting to know you? Learning where you were born, what you were like as a kid. You’d mentioned your career several times now, but Daryl never even asked what that career was.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to you. “Which is yers, ‘mega?”

You told him your favorite pizza toppings and peered up at him with questions in your eyes.

Daryl jutted his chin toward the living room. "Git comfy, Bubbie. I'm fixin' ta make yer plate"

You nodded and wordlessly did as he said.

As soon as you laid eyes on Ro and he opened his arms to you, all your anxieties fell away. It truly was like seeing a long-lost friend. Still, it did not go unnoticed by you the jealousy in your mate. Part of you would have preferred to meet Ro tomorrow, as planned, but having your new pack and your best friend all together brought you contentment you’d never known.

The four of you sat around the living room: you and Daryl on the couch with Ro and Merle sitting in chairs at opposite ends of the coffee table. At first, you and Ro talked excitedly about campus and about the research project you’d both start tomorrow, a combined effort between the biology and anthropology programs.

You ate happily, nestled right beside Daryl, your shoulders touching and your legs side by side with not a hair’s width between them. Eventually, you realized how you’d inadvertently left the Dixon brothers entirely out of the conversation. You weren’t sure how to rectify that, after all, they had almost nothing in common with Ro.

Ro must have picked up on it too, because he turned to Merle and said, “So, big guy, what do you do for a living?”

You did not miss the lingering gazes of both men as they stared at each other. You even saw Merle’s smirk grow as his eyes roamed up and down Ro’s body.

Oh. Now that was something. However, you were more interested in Merle’s answer than his longing gaze at your friend.

Merle spread his legs and leaned back in his chair. “‘M somethin’ of a travelin’ pharmacist.”

You furrowed your brow.

Ro smiled. “I do a bit of that myself. What’s your specialty?”

Merle’s smirk intensified. “A bit o’ everythin’.”

Thoroughly confused, you set your plate on the coffee table and took Daryl’s hand. “Ro, I didn’t know you had a job. Is it like part time? Which company do you work for?”

Daryl stiffened beside you, his discomfort evident. Ro and Merle shared a knowing smile.

“Drugs,” Daryl blurted. “They sell drugs.”

You peered up at him, but he wouldn’t meet your gaze. Instead, he stared at the floor. His free hand went to his mouth and he began chewing on his thumbnail. Then his leg started bouncing.

Ro looked at Daryl curiously. “You in the same line of work, Daryl?”

Worry pierced through you. Your shock at this reveal was nothing compared to the fear of Daryl having a job that put him in constant danger. A job where people would shoot each other over money or pills.

Merle guffawed. “Pfft, Darylina’s got more sense ‘n that. Tha’ dog won’t hunt.”

You shifted on the couch so you were facing Daryl, still holding his hand. “What does he mean, Alpha?”

Daryl finally turned his head to you; worry creased his brow, and his jaw was clenched. You resisted the urge to throw yourself in his arms to comfort him.

“By God!” Merle exclaimed. He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees and staring at Ro. “If ya don’ look like--”

“Oh no,” Ro murmured. “Don’t say it…”

Merle chuckled, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”

Their voices trailed off as you kept your attention on Daryl. “Alpha?” you whispered.

Abruptly, Daryl stood up, pulling you along with him. He stomped to the bedroom with you in tow.

You let him lead you to sit on the bed while he kneeled in front of you, his hands gripping the edge of the bed on either side of your legs.

“Merle’s a dealer, alrigh’? An’ all I do is follow ‘im around. Sometimes I fix cars and shit for his suppliers or do odd jobs, but that’s it.”

You cupped his cheeks. “Daryl, it’s okay,” you soothed. Your worry was only growing, but your omega instincts compelled you to comfort your mate.

“‘Mega,” he breathed, eyes downcast. “Ya don’ gotta--”

“Daryl,” you said, “Does Merle’s job put you in danger?”

His eyes flickered to yours before his gaze hardened. “Not anymore.”

“You’ll stay safe won’t you? For me?” You smoothed his hair over his brow, trying to ease the tension there.

His chest rose and fell as his breath quickened.

“That’s all that matters to me,” you told him.

He nodded and closed his eyes. His arms suddenly wrapped around you, and he pulled you off the bed and into his arms until you were both kneeling on the floor.

A few moments passed like this, and you slowly pulled away. “Let’s go back out there, okay?”

You stood and held your hand out to him. With a sigh, Daryl rose and you both rejoined the group.

Daryl stood just in front of the couch, watching you close the door behind Ro and Merle.

God, how he wanted you. He wanted to taste your skin, your lips, your pussy. It didn’t matter that he’d done all that just a few hours ago. He’d never have his fill of you, he was certain.

“Bubbie,” he said softly, the endearment coming as natural to him as calling you his omega. The acceptance you’d shown him earlier had nearly crippled him. If he hadn’t already been on his knees, he was sure he’d have ended up there, your care of him was that overwhelming.

You padded over to him, a half smile on your lips, your eyes soft and welcoming.

Soon you were in his arms, your mouth on his. He clutched your hips as he kissed you, massaging your tongue with his own. Shivers of delight and pleasure raced down his spine. He hardly noticed what you were up to. At first.

Somehow, you’d unbuttoned his shirt and jeans and were now slowly pulling down the zipper of his well-worn denim.

“What you doin’, ‘mega,” he mumbled against your lips, trying not to grind himself into your hands.

You didn’t answer as you tugged his jeans past his hips.

His hold on you faltered—for just a second—and you took the opportunity to lean against him until he landed on the middle of the couch.

Reaching for you, he attempted to bring you onto his lap, so you could straddle him, but instead you sank to your knees between his legs

His mouth was dry; getting manhandled by his omega was not something Daryl imagined enjoying. “’Mega?” he rasped, barely able to form words or coherent thoughts.

“My turn to kneel at your feet and take care of you, Alpha.”

Before he could protest, you’d pulled his cock free from his boxers and it bobbed against his stomach just before you took him in hand. You gripped him so very gently and began stroking him with a loose hold that felt like ghostly touches.

“Ya don’ gotta do that…” he managed to say.

Your bright eyes looked up at him, locking your gazes together. “I don’t have to, but can I?”

Your eyes remained on him as you kissed the tip of his cock delicately. He released a soft grunt, which seemed to encourage you to continue. Your tongue jutted out, licking his slit, and then your lips encased his sensitive, leaking tip.

Sliding off his cock slowly, you freed your mouth to speak. “Can I, Alpha? Can I suck your cock?”

Daryl gripped at the couch cushions, desperately trying not to fuck himself into your mouth. He smelled your arousal all around him; you were enjoying this as much as he was. Guilt now subdued, he nodded and gripped the back of your head, urging your mouth to his cock once more.

The wet heat of your mouth encased his tip again, and you swirled your tongue just so, causing Daryl to whimper. Looking up at him with your stunning eyes and lips surrounding the head of his cock had Daryl thanking the heavens fate had brought you to him.

But you weren’t finished, not yet.

Little by little, inch by inch you took more of him into your mouth until you could fit no more. Then, you stilled, staring into his eyes in question.

With both hands on either side of your jaw, Daryl stared right back. “What do you want now, ‘mega? ‘Cause if you don’t start movin’, I will.”

Your eyebrows shot up, and with a focused energy you began to move, up and down his cock, drool dribbling from the corners of your mouth. Daryl held your head, not forcefully but with a steady pressure just to show you he was in this moment with you, to make sure you didn’t feel like some receptacle for his sexual desires.

Slowing your movements, you hollowed your cheeks, creating a vacuum around his cock while your tongue continued to lap at the sensitive spot on the underside of his head.

“Oh, fuck…” Daryl moaned, voice hoarse and shaky. He let go of your jaw to grip your shoulders. “That’s enough, ‘mega. Lemme take care of ya.”

You slid off his cock, letting him out of your mouth completely, causing a small popping sound to fill the quiet room. Instead of letting Daryl pull you to your feet, you rested your head on his thigh, gazing at his hard length. Your quick breaths were cool on his skin that had been soaked in your saliva.

“But I want to take care of you, Alpha? Won’t you let me?” you asked in a small voice.

Daryl shuddered at your words. He shouldn’t let you, shouldn’t just sit here without giving you pleasure in return. But the need in your voice, the affection in your gaze made his heart swell. You were at his feet, begging to give him something and asking nothing in return.

“Please, Alpha?” you whispered, now gazing up at him from his lap.

He nodded and placed one hand gently on the top of your head. With his other, he took your hand--the one that wasn’t holding the base of his shaft--and linked your fingers together.

You began your work again, and Daryl could barely think as you had your way with his throbbing erection. His moans and the sound of your mouth working him diligently filled the otherwise silent apartment.

He gripped your hand tightly. “‘M gonna come, ‘mega,” he warned, giving you a chance to pull away before he made a mess on your face.

However, you only went to work that much harder, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could manage, your hand working the rest of him. Daryl couldn’t help but buck his hips, chasing his release, burying both his cock and his knot in the welcoming heat of your mouth. A jolt of pleasure ripped through him.

Your movements became slow and gentle now as you welcomed all he had to give and swallowed it all.

Tears stung his eyes, but he forced them away with a few blinks and a gulp against the lump in his throat. He gave you no choice this time as he pulled your mouth off his knot and off his cock. He quickly gripped your shoulders and hauled you off your knees and onto his lap.

He kissed you hard, gripping your jaw and desperately holding you still. He relished the taste of himself in your mouth. Not as good as claiming you would feel, but pretty damn close, he imagined. The taste of him and the taste of you mingling in his mouth like a life-giving nectar.

When he let you up for air, you were breathing heavily and clinging to him, eventually burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Thank you for letting me do that, Alpha. I really just needed to take care of you. To show you how much you mean to me.”

Tears stung his eyes again, and Daryl wrapped his arms completely around you, getting you as close to himself as he could manage. Never in his life had anyone cared for him in this way: offering something of themselves of while asking nothing in return. Yet, you acted as if his pleasure was the most important thing in the world, as if nothing would stop you from catering to his every desire.

He moved to lay on the couch, keeping you close, and settling into the cushions with you comfortably on top of him.

“Was it okay?” you asked. “I haven’t had a lot of practice.”

Daryl kissed the top of your head. “You were perfect, Bubbie. So fuckin’ perfect.”

You sighed and snuggled into him and yawned. “Bubbie. What’s that mean?”

It meant family. It meant love and trust. “Jus’ means yer mine.”

“I am,” you whispered, kissing the bit of exposed skin on his chest.

Long, quiet moments went by, and Daryl felt his eyelids drooping.

“You wanna watch a movie?” you asked.

Rubbing a hand along your back, Daryl replied, “You got me spent, Y/N. ‘M gonna fall asleep if we stay like this.”

“Just something for noise, then,” you said, reaching for the remote on the coffee table. You almost lost your balance, but Daryl kept you safely on top of him and off the floor.

Once you were solidly resting on his chest again, Daryl closed his eyes and listened to your quiet taps on the remote as you fiddled with the fancy thing. Your tv remote had more buttons than he’d ever seen, but you worked them expertly.

The theme music from Psycho played.

Daryl chuckled, recognizing the opening.. “Yer gonna go to sleep with this on?”

“Mmmhmm,” you hummed. “It’s my comfort movie.” You sighed. “Comfort movie and my alpha. Perfect way to fall asleep.”

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The book Merle is reading is based on real one.

Would you like to see more of Jesus x Merle? Or do you like it as I did here, sort of happening in the background?

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dimensionalscorpion · 1 year

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Masterlist

This is my Masterlist, please look at ‘The Rules’ before requesting.

My Hero Academia Izuku Midoriya Denki Kaminari Katsuki Bakugou Hitoshi Shinsou Eijirou Kirishima Mezo Shoji Shouta Aizawa Hizashi Yamada

Seraph of the end Mikaela Hyakyua Yuuichiro Hyakyua Shiho Kimizuki Yoichi Saotome Shinoa Hiragi Guren Ichinose

Fruits Basket Kyo Sohma Momiji Sohma Hatsuharu Sohma Yuki Sohma Tohru Honda Hatori Sohma Ayame Sohma

Voltron: Legendary Defender Lance McClain Keith Kogane Takashi Shirogane Katie “Pidge” Holt Tsuyoshi “Hunk” Garrett

Demon Slayer Inosuke Hashibira Zenitsu Agatsuma Tanjiro Kamado

Sword Art Online Kazuto “Kirito” Kirigaya Eugeo Tsuboi “Klein” Ryoutarou Alice Synthesis Thirty

The Disastrous Life of Saiki. K Kusuo Saiki Riki Nendou Shun Kaidou Aren Kuboyasu

Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood Edward Elric Alphonse Elric Roy Mustang

Stranger Things Eddie Munson Steve Harrington Robin Buckley Argyle Nancy Wheeler Jonathan Byers

NON X READER ONLY Dustin Henderson Erica Sinclair Jane ‘Eleven’ Hopper Max Mayfield Mike Wheeler Lucas Sinclair

The Walking Dead Daryl Dixon Glenn Rhee Maggie Rhee/Greene Michonne Hawthorne Paul ‘Jesus’ Rovia Tara Chambler Negan Smith Eugene Porter Enid Carl Grimes

The Umbrella Academy Viktor Hargreeves Klaus Hargreeves Five Hargreeves

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storywriter12 · 16 days

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First kiss💋

(this is on wattpad as well)

Rick:the more time you spent together the more you two fell in love and yes it was love even though neither of you said it yet you guys haven't even had your first kiss, until today both of you was walking hand in hand until you got to his porch you both sat in the chairs drinking lemonade the day was sunny and hot you watched him drink and his eyes caught you, you smiled at him and blushed you got up and walked to the fence looking out he got up walking to you and wrapping his arms around you tightly kissing your neck you whimper you turn around to look at him and all what you could see was lust in his eyes and they were heavy looking at you he looked at your lips and you did the same to his he leaned in and kissed you pulling away but you pulled him right back in for another kiss

(daryl) you and daryl have been getting close you help him with hunting he likes just to sit and hear you talk and play with his hair he will kiss you on the cheek from time to time but most of all really all what he wants are cuddles from you and you are happy to do so, one day you two was sitting on the swing bench your head on his shoulder he kissed your head and you smiled looking at him, “what? “he asked

(you) oh nothing you just make me happy I huff he looked at you and kissed you on the cheek but it was wrongly timed as you turned your head and you both kissed on the lips you both pull away in shock and just stare at each other, like (what the fuck happend? ) I'm sorry that wasn't meant to happen “oh “he said which confused you, you never thought daryl would even want to kiss, unless you wanted it to happen? You asked he looked at you

(daryl) not like that he said… Like this, his hand comes to your cheek softly as he leans in and gives your lips a soft peck

(negan) it was late at night like everyone was in bed but negan couldn't sleep he hated being away from you he stood at a window looking up into the night sky you yourself couldn't sleep either so you walked the halls that's when you saw him

(you) what are you doing up? I asked him he looked at me and then smiled his eyes lighting up, “hay girl I couldn't sleep “he said wrapping his arm around me and kissing my head I smiled sames here

(negan) oh? I can help with that, I said smiling at her she blushes and looks away I let a giggle out, hay look at me I stroke her cheek softly her eyes meeting mine I looked down at her lips and leaned down to kiss them softly she kissed me back wrapped her arms around my neck I picked her up, the kiss lasted a few more minutes I put her down and looked at her, want me to stay with you tonight? I asked as she nodded, taking my hand and leaning me to her room.

Simon: you two was taking an afternoon walk you both sat down looking out into the garden you were wearing some jeans and a plane black top you two would sit and talk you would notice that he would always look at your lips which was bright red because you had lip stick on.

(Simon) I really like that lip stick in you, you know

(you) he said moving your hair on to one side of your neck he kissed you cheek and kissing all down until he got to your neck kissing softly you couldn't help but moan a little which you felt him smile against your skin “you know I wanna kiss you “he said you pulled away with a blush which matched how red your lip stick was, you smiled I'm wear lipstick you said to him

Simon) so! I looked at her lips and smiled I wouldn't mind your lip stick anywhere on me she laughed I wrapped my arm around her we locked eyes and I leaned down pressing a soft and passionate kiss on her lip a few minutes went by and we pulled away I smiled and I hear a little giggle from her mouth

(you) see now you have lip stick on you he laughed grabbing me softly by my cheeks and kissing my lips again we pulled away after a few minutes resting our heads together

Glenn:this guy here would be so nervous to kiss you but he would want to do it his kissed you on the cheek before but never the lips, you two was in the RV you were reading a book resting your legs on his lap you felt his eyes on you but he would always look away when you looked at him, you smiled

(you) something up glenn? You asked “w-what no - no” he shook his head you looked at him with a, I know your lying look he huffed

(glenn) I have something for you um– I pulled out a piece of paper, now I know it's stupid but please don't laugh she nodded, no you have to promise “pinky promise “I smiled doing the pinky promise. I have her the paper and she opened it

(you) my heart melted I smiled, on the paper it had a question

Would you kiss me?

⬛Yes ⬛no

Please tick

(you) you smiled grabbing a pencil and ticking one if the boxes then handing it back to him he looked at the paper with a little smile “really? You nodded, you didn't really need to ask, you know you said leaning to him as you both meet in the middle with a passionate kiss

Abraham:It was snowing one night and you were freezing cold. He gave you his jacket and wrapped an arm around you. He felt so warm he held you to his body you looked up at him and smiled he looked down at you “what? “he asked

You) oh nothing your just sweet you smiled and he smiled back at you stroking your cheek with his fingers softly he lifted up your chin and kissed you

Paul rovia “jesus “:you were wearing lipstick a red shade you were dressed in a blue summer dress helping out around hilltop he came up to you hugging you from behind wrapping his arms around you tightly you turn around to look at him

(jesus) nice lipstick I stroke her cheek I think it will look better all over me though and with that I kissed her lips softly she was shocked but kissed me back I pulled away see. I told you she blushes

Dwight:you were on a pick up with him you two were just talking, his hand rested on your knee. You smiled at him when you got back to the sanctuary you both had a meeting with negan then you both got dinner, under the sunset he brushed your hair behind your ear he stroked your cheek and leaned down to kiss your lips softly

King ezekiel:you went to dinner with him one day you was reading to the children of the kingdom and went to go and sit next to him his hand rested on your knee you smiled up at him, you both locked eyes and he leaned in and kissed your lips you wrapped your arm around him his hand wrapped around your waist to bring you more into him

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lillian-gallows · 1 year

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I loved your Jesus X male reader headcanons. And I was just wondering if you would do more headcanons or a short fic (preferably nsfw and fluffy)

I have absolutely no clue when you sent me this, and I am SO sorry if it's been a really long time! I swear I wasn't ignoring you, I just kinda abandoned my blog for a while (Several years 😅). That said! Thank you so much for your kind words! I haven't been super into TWD in a long time, but my love for Paul "Jesus" Rovia hasn't swayed so I may write more for him in the future, though it might be a while as I, like many others, am at the mercy of my hyperfixations!

#answered asks #the walking dead #paul jesus rovia #paul rovia

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acethedishwasher · 2 years

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Just Kids | Carl Grimes x F!!Reader (Part 1)

Warning: mentions of death, gore, language, fluff, normal walking dead stuff

Description: y/n is Jesus's little sister (it's explained more in the story) she runs into Carl on one of her adventures and not knowing they would soon meet again.

Part 2

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Part 4

Word Count: 1,540

Quietly I walked through the second floor of a house, when turning a corner I ran into a boy, he looked about my age and was holding a big knife. "Who are you?!" He asked, pointing the knife at me. I put my hands up to reveal that I had no weapons and stood silently for a moment. "Y/n Rovia, what is yours?" I asked, he glared at me and looked to be debating something in his head. "Carl Grimes." I nodded and put my hands down. "Well it's nice you meet you, be I have to go." I smiled turning around and climbing out a window into the roof where I could safely jump down. I made sure to tuck and roll just in case and turned to looked at the boy leaning halfway out the window. "Careful not to fall." I smiled before running quickly back to hilltop.

As soon as I walked in the gates paul came running. He pulled me in a hug making me laugh. "Jesus, I'm starting to think you have attachment issues." I smiled at him as he released me from the hug. "Only when it comes to family." He said ruffling up my hair. "Bring back anything good?" He asked as he followed me back to the trailer. "Nope, I ran into another kid out there though, I think he was doing the same as me though." I said laying my bag on the ground. "Getting things for the Savoirs?" He questioned and I shrugged. "Maybe not exactly that, but yes."

Time Skip

Jesus and I went out on a run. Hopeful we'd find something for the Savoirs. "You hold up at the farm, I'll meet your here if I find anything." He said lifting me up into a tree. "That's not going to cut it." I said letting go of the branch above me and landing in front of him. "fine, meet me here in an hour." He said trying to make it more fair. I nodded and he ran in one direction while I ran in the other.

I found a few houses one held a gun that had no bullets in it, along with food and one had three bullets for a different gun and prenatal vitamins. I kicked at a door as I put the gun in my thigh holster that my old gun sat in till the Savoirs took it.

I made it back to the farm and climbed up a tree. Right as I got perched a white box truck came into the farm. I saw Jesus on top of it as if that wasn't weird enough then the truck suddenly stopping and throwing him off was. I watched as he jumped up and started running. The truck began to follow him and someone jumped out of it. Running after him. They ran around like they were on a playground till the other man parked the truck close to where I was perched and went to keep some of the walkers occupied.

Jesus climbed into the truck and grabbed a gun as a walker came up behind them. The other man stood in shock and then ducked as Jesus shot the walker. "My gun!" The man yelled, hitting Paul and also knocking the truck out of park. He pulled Paul out and on the ground, as he went to get up the truck moved back and hit his head knocking him out cold. Quickly I grabbed the gun I had found earlier and jumped from the tree pointing it at the two men. "Turn around slowly." I demand, still pointing the unloaded gun at them, while crouching next to Jesus to find a pulse. I found it rather quickly and brought my full attention to the men.

"Look I know I'm outnumbered here trust me, however I'd like to know your names before you kill me." I said, the both looked at each other with an expression I couldn't read. "Daryl Dixon." The man that had knocked Jesus unconscious said. "Rick Grimes." The other man said, Grimes where have I heard that before, that's right Carl Grimes. "Wouldn't happen to know a Carl Grimes?" I asked, they shared another look before Rick nodded. "Ok then, I can die a happy gal." I said throwing my gun at them. They both ducked. "Don't throw around loaded firearms, especially ones without safety." Rick scolded.

"It's not loaded." I said simply. Rick picked up the gun and dropped the empty clip on the ground. "Ok, now how do you know Carl?" Rick asked. "Meet him a while back in a house." I said simply. "You have a group?" Rick asked I nodded and lifted Paul into my shoulder. "Well we hate to break it to you, but your coming to our camp first." He said, I sighed but nodded and stayed with Daryl as Rick ran back to get a car so we didn't have to carry Paul.

When we made it back to Alexandria as they called it, the put Paul and I in a cell. It wasn't uncomfortable but it wasn't comfortable either and the did a terrible job of making sure we had no weapons. By the time night rolled around Paul had regained consciousness and instantly made sure I was alright. He then just the rope around our hands and feet and we slowly made our way out of the building.

"We should talk to Rick." Paul said, I nodded. "Did you happen to catch which house he lives in." Paul asked, I looked at him like he was crazy for a moment before nodding and leading him quietly to Rick's house. We made it inside, but as Paul made his way up the stairs Carl stood at the top of the stairs, looking different from the last time I saw him. He had gauze over his right eye. He pointed the gun at us. "Whoa there buddy." Jesus said putting his hands up. Carl tilted his head as he looked at us. "Y/n right?" He asked, I nodded. "Rick, I'd like to talk!" Paul yelled out. Rick and a woman came out wrapped in a sheet, Carl turned and cringed before turning back to me and Paul.

Rick sat us down and I let Paul do all the talking while Carl and I stared at each other. I stood up and Ricks attention shifted to me. "I need to use the restroom." I said pointing out their restroom. "Am I allowed to do that?" Rick nodded and I left.

When exiting the restroom I was pinned to a wall. "I didn't kill you because I didn't think you'd be a problem." Carl said harshly. "And we don't plain to be. All we want to do is discuss a trade." I said, Carl glared at me. He let my wrists go and I pushed him back lightly before walking back into the main room.

"I'm taking them to the hilltop, however Rick would like you to stay here just in case." Jesus said, I raised and eyebrow. "In case what? In case it's a trap?" I questioned and he nodded. I wanted to argue but I just nodded and gave him a hug before they loaded him Into an RV and drop away, leaving me in Alexandria with Carl and the rest of the group.

"That your boyfriend?" Carl asked, my face turned to disgust and started to fake gag. "Ok one ewww, second that's my brother, third ewwwwww." I exclaimed making a baby laugh as she was brought out with a woman. "You have a baby." I smiled and Carl gagged. "No it's my sister." He said taking the baby from the woman who whispered something to him before taking off. "Well dose this cutie have a name." I asked, examining her features. She definitely looked like Carl, but not like Rick or the woman he was with Michonne I think it was. "Judith." Carl finally said. "Hello Judith." I smiled at her, she made a baby sound and another woman joined us, she sounded very Southern.

"And who is this fine lady?" She asked, I held my hand out to her with a smile. "Names Y/n Rovia, Paul's sister." I said, she gave me a confused look and so did Carl. "Right, Paul is Jesus aka the man I was with." I said hopping that cleared up any confusion. The woman nodded and took my hand. "Maggie Rhee, my husband Glenn is somewhere around here." She smiled, I nodded and noticed her pale skin. "Are you ok?" I asked, she nodded and grabbed at her belly. "hungry, baby?" I questioned pulling out food and prenatal vitamins I'd found while I was out. Maggie gave me a smiled and took the vitamins. "Thanks, these are hard to come by." She said, I nodded knowing what she meant, it was really hard to find anything but feminine hygiene stuff was the hardest thing to find.

Carl cleared his throat and I turned. "Right, technically I'm supposed to be a prisoner." I said kicking my backpack to Carl.

#jesus twd #paul rovia #fiction #x reader #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #the walking dead fanfiction #rick grimes #daryl dixon #maggie rhee #glenn rhee #judith grimes

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 2 years

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Paul 'Jesus' Rovia ~ Masterlist

Fluff = ♡

Angst = □

Hurt/Comfort = ☆

Other = ◇

You're Safe ☆

[Main Masterlist]

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cosmic-glow · 3 years

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Dating the boys from TWD

Sumarry: headcanons about your dating him.

Pronouns: none.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and death. A bit of inappropriate language. SFW. Mentions from season 6 º to 8 º .

Gender: headcanon.

Notes: I tried to write all relationships in a healthy way, i hope you like it ;)

Characters: Rick; Daryl; Carl; Glenn; Paul; Negan and Merle (they are not my authorship).

Please do not use my content without permission, thank you.

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Rick Grimes

Rick would be a great boyfriend and no one can convince me otherwise.

He's soo considerate.

He would always know when something was bothering you, and know perfectly well how to approach this subject and help or comfort you.

He would always have great advice if you needed one.

"Do you need something babe?" - he asks every time before going out in search of supplies.

"I got you something"- He would say every time he came back from a run for supplies.

Sometimes it was something you asked for, or something you needed but didn’t asked for to not overwhelm him.

Or when he didn't find anything like that, he would bring something simple, like a lost pendant, gum, a small decorative statue, or a simple flower.

Anyway it was really cute to see how he always bothered to bring you something.

He loved seeing you curious about what it could be this time, and your smile right when him revealed what was, made him feel so good.

You like to talk with him, but you particularly love the quiet times you two share.

Rick's company has always given you a feeling of calm and security that even you couldn't explain, but you liked.

Soft good morning kisses<3

You and Rick got involved little by little, demonstrating loyalty and trust in each other gradually in a very intense way.

Until one is totally surrendered to the other.

He always smiles when sees you interacting well with Carl and Judith.

This man would give his life for you if he had to.

So please let him know you love him as much as he does.

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Daryl Dixon

Your relationship with Daryl could be very slow if you weren't a little direct at some point.

Daryl has many insecurities about himself, as much as he would never admit it.

So he would wait a while (a lot) before making any kind of statement.

I'm not saying if you preferred to give only hints he wouldn't understand, on the contrary, he would notice very quickly.

At first he would probably think you were just being nice, because of him insecurity.

But when he realized you only acted that way with him, he would think about how to approach the subject without scaring you.

And then things would start to flow so naturally between of you, that it wouldn't even be necessary to confirm anything.

It was more than obvious that you were together now.

Daryl would be very protective of you.

And honestly, no one can judge him, the current world is sucks, the last thing he would want is to lose the person who makes this world better for him.

He wouldn't want to say it, but he LOVES your smile.

Several times throughout the day he would try to make you laugh with his sarcastic comments.

We all know that Dixon is a quiet person most of the time.

So in conversations you end up being the most active.

But you know he likes to hear you talk because always responds when you ask him something and looks like to be paying attention.

Daryl also always notices when you are annoyed with something, he is very good at reading people so there are few times you need to say something.

He's a great listener and will always wait for you to finish unburden before saying anything.

Daryl is not very fond of PDAs, but he makes it very clear to you that he loves you a lot with attitudes.

He really loves you a lot, he just doesn't know how to say it verbally, have a little patience with him.

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Carl Grimes

Carl would want to protect you at all costs.

I mean, since his childhood he lost so many people he loved, he doesn't want you to be one of them.

You two were about the same age when you joined the group so he was interested in you from the beginning.

Maybe you would just be a friend, but for someone who has been without someone with things in common with him for so long, it would be great.

As you grew up together Carl began to have feelings for you.

And when he realized that, he decided to be straight with you, but without scaring you.

You were already in Alexandria, it was a cool day, the sky was a little cloudy but in a beautiful way when he decided to tell you.

Carl said everything he felt for you and in the end said he would totally understand if you didn't feel the same way, just being your best friend was enough for him.

When you said you felt the same way, he smiled feeling something filling his chest, he was so happy.

It was just before you kissed, a hug right after that, happy for the feeling mutual in each other.

If before you used to be together, now you were inseparable.

Everywhere you went, Carl accompanied you and vice versa.

You two talk a lot about absolutely everything.

But love spending time together in silence just reading comics.

In case you didn't know, Carl would teach you to shoot and defend yourself, he wants to make sure you can protect yourself if he's not around.

… As much as he prefers to always be around.

In serious and risky situations Carl could be cold with you.

But that was just because he wanted you listen to him so he could keep you safe.

Carl loves you very much and this is very obvious due to your attitudes and displays of affection.

If you're upset about something he's automatically worried about you trying to help.

All he wants is to see you happy and safe.

And he wouldn't mind putting his own life on the line in order to have that.

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Gleen Rhee

He is sooo sweet<3

Definitely a kind guy who always wants to make you laugh.

From the beginning he couldn't take his eyes off you.

Every time you talked to him, he could only think: “Damn, why so beautiful?”.

It was obvious that Glenn had a crush on you.

Always flirting with you, exchanging words, and getting flustered when you were around.

Well… But it's not like he's trying to hide it anyway.

Whenever you went out he insisted on going with you, no matter if it was risky or not.

Glenn has an amazing ability to always lighten the mood, especially for you.

He likes PDAs, and he loves when you take his hand or hug him in public.

When you started dating he was SO happy.

The next day you weren't surprised that practically the whole group already knew.

If you show your love to him I guarantee you that he would do even the impossible just to make you happy.

This boy is totally in your hands.

Glenn has a habit of hugging you from behind and placing a gentle kiss on the back of your neck.

At first he did this to scare you once you were distracted, but over time it became a habit.

Glenn likes to always show how much he loves you, whether it's saying that or with attitudes.

This boy is totally connected to you, let him know you love him too.

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Paul Rovia (Jesus)

The kind of boyfriend who is first and foremost your best friend.

He is always soft and gentle with you.

But it has a little crush to tease you sometimes with jokes.

But never with something that can really upset you.

One day you decided to tease him back by giving him nicknames.

And he loved it!

Every time you came up with a new nickname he would laugh and say something like “very creative, honey”.

Another guy once tried to play this kind of joke on you.

Which made you visibly uncomfortable.

He immediately intervene saying "I don't think you know how to do this so is better you just stop."

Jesus had an arm around your shoulders, and the way he looked at the man made it more than obvious that you were together.

"S-sorry"- the man said to you before walking away.

"Thanks, bodyguard"-you said before laughing at the situation.

"When ever you need it, dear"-he said laughing too.

The atmosphere between of you is very good, it's very rare for you two to quarrel.

Paul always kisses your forehead when he says goodbye to you.

He likes to hold your hand and doesn't mind with PDA.

He always manages to understand you very well, even when you can't explain what you're feeling.

Paul is also a bit protective, but he knows you can fend for yourself.

He just loves you so much and can't imagine himself without you anymore.

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Negan

Okay, I'm going to try to write here the healthiest relationship I can imagine for Negan.

Because I think that's what you're wanting to read.

When you arrived in Alexandria Negan was already under arrest.

You weren't sure what he did.

You knew he had killed people, and probably done a lot of worse things to get arrested.

But nobody wanted to tell you everything what happened.

You sometimes saw different people coming down to bring him food in his cell.

They all looked annoyed at having to do this.

So you offered to do this task.

That way you could know why people find him so nasty and maybe even know what he did.

At first they were afraid of you doing this, after all you just arrived, he could manipulate you in some way since you didn't know him.

After much conversation and several warnings about him, they left you in charge of this task.

The first time he saw you, he looked you up and down and said, "New meat?"

Over time you realized why they hated him.

Negan could be insufferable when he wanted to.

And it seemed like he always wanted to be.

But when you just tried to talk to him, he stared at you for a while, as if looking to see if you had any ulterior motives.

Finding nothing, he sat in the cell and began to answer what you asked.

Did he say why he was there with a look that mixed sadness and… lack of it?

But when he told you everything you understood why.

What he did was horrible, but he missed having that power, being great, being free.

You can't tell if Negan has changed.

But for you, a man who helps children with their homework, listens they unburden when are sad and always defends and protects them, deep down, are a good man.

Even though he doesn't believe it anymore.

Over time, did Negan's jokes become kinder? If you can put it that way.

He noticed that you always came back the other day even after he was rude to you.

So he decided to be more sociable, as a thank you.

When you first realized it, you were talking and laughing with that man that practically all the inhabitants of Alexandria hated.

"You know, if I wasn't in jail I'd make you mine"- He said one afternoon at random.

"And why does that stop you?"- You thought.

And instantly cursed yourself.

Were you falling in love with Negan?!

You knew your two love would be impossible.

"You better not provoke, I might end up accepting"- You countered, but in a sarcastic tone that made him laugh.

What you didn't know was that Negan was also falling in love with you, and he also cursed himself too.

Because knew as much as you that it would be impossible.

But there was no way, with time even the locals began to notice that you spent more time than necessary with him.

And needless to say, they freaked out when they found out you were together.

Negan think you deserve someone better.

But that thought is silenced by his willingness to call you his.

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Merle Dixon

Your relationship started in an unusual way.

Because you hated each other at first.

You've known Merle since before the apocalypse, but you were never close, because like I said, you guys hated each other.

Until you ended up meeting in the middle of the forest when he was hunting for the group.

"Hiding of me, my prey?"- He said when he recognized you with his corner smile who got on your nerves.

You ended up joining the group for survival.

When you guys went out hunting and getting supplies together and he saw you killing the walkers so deftly, it got to him.

He was determined to get your attention now.

Merle started protecting you and taking care of you, even if you didn't need to.

Which ended up pissing you off, and he knew it.

When you asked him why he cares so much, he just replied, "Ya're like a damsel in distress who needs to be protected, dear."

In the end he still pissed you off.

But gradually you started to understand Merle.

He wasn't a bad person, the world was just always horrible to him.

And he then began to return that hatred, as a form of defense.

You were afraid you were falling in love with him.

But you couldn't help it, that man did everything for you, even though he liked to piss you off so much.

In fact, you could tell he was kinder to you now, but it was still unbearable.

You never admitted that you were together… But you never denied it either.

When someone questioned him about that he just said you were his now.

He liked to piss you off with that too.

Asking, "Tell me sweetie, who ya belong to?"

Whenever you didn't answer his name he would say: “wrong answer, I'll have to make ya remind”.

In resume, you loved each other, but didn't like to say it and preferred to “hate” each other in your own way.

Merle loves you far more than he lets on, and believe me, he'll kill anyone who tries to get between the two of you.

Sorry for any typos.

Open ask, accept orders :)

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 2 years

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Alpha’s First Daughter

Summary: You had been on your own for years after escaping the Whisperers. Until you run into a hunter in the woods who's searching for his brother.

The Walking Dead rewrite from Season 9 to Season 11 with you, Y/N, as Daryl Dixon's eventual love interest.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: child abuse, suicidal thoughts, mentions of SA (none of this is in huge detail but will be in future chapters) violence, blood, language

Link to fanfic trailer on YOUTUBE

A/N- As stated above, this will follow the shows storyline from season 9 to season 11. A few things have been changed that divert from canon, but hopefully you guys enjoy it. There is a pretty big violent/bloodied scene at the end of the first chapter regarding a walker bite. So if this stuff isn't for you then don't read. It is The Walking Dead after all, so there will be a lot of blood and violence throughout this fic.

Chapter 1-

You ran by yourself mostly, nothing but your sunglasses, weapons and a backpack to your name.

It was better that way, always had been.

You had friends around the place, a few from various communities that you knew would take you in and let you stay if you asked. But, you never liked being inside those walls and surrounded by so many people.

You weren't like most people. You had never been like most people and when the dead started to rise that became more apparent. You seemed to be the only person on the plant that was relieved when the world ended. Your life was never sunshine and rainbows before, but it seemed like the world had given you a second chance with the apocalypse. Yes, you had to fight for survival every day, but what else was new?

You preferred to be on your own, traveling the countryside. It was better that way. You didn't like people much to be honest.

There were a few people in this world who you liked and would do anything for, even if you hadn't seen them for years. People like King Ezekiel and Paul Rovia, or Jesus as you called him. You had met them about a year after it all started, and they had quite literally saved your life, but that was a story for later.

Now six years into this new world, you were finally heading back Georgia or Virginia or... okay, you had no idea what state you were in, but you knew this area like the back of your hand.

"Man, it feels good to be back." You sang aloud as you spun around in the middle of the abandon crossroad.

The old road signs were extremely faded, but it didn't matter. You had what was called a photographic memory so you knew the names on the signs were 'Smith Street' and 'Lincoln Street' which meant Hilltop was north and the Kingdom was out west.

It was tempting to go visit the communities.

You hadn't seen Ezekiel or Jesus since you left, but they'd ask you to stay and you knew there was a high chance that you wouldn't be able to say no and that scared you.

You were better off without people. It was easier being alone.

Shaking your head, you decided to head off into the woods instead of following the roads. There was a river about half a days walk into the woods, so you figured that was a good place to set up for a few days. Plus, it had been a while since you ate fresh fish and you were running low on dried fruit and bottled water in your backpack.

The woods seemed eerily quieter than usual as you trekked through the dense trees and began whistling. You knew making noises attacked walkers, but you hated silence. Noise travelled far through the woods, so you knew the walkers wouldn't be able to pinpoint where the whistling was coming from.

You whistled different tunes, hummed various songs that you remembered from before as you stepped over fallen logs and around thorny bushes.

Man, you missed these woods.

The fresh scent of the woodlands, the crunch of twigs and fallen leaves under your boots, there was just something about the woods that made you feel free, made you feel calm. It was home.

To your surprise it took nearly half an hour before low growling filled the air and you grinned, pulling out your sword from the sheath on your back.

You had found it at some hunting store in Alabama. It was as long as a katana, but shaped like a thin machete and was a proper stainless-steel blade and bright blue, not your typical apocalypse blade, but it looked badass and was great for walkers.

It came in a set with a bunch of other weapons, like the duel throwing knives you had attached to the sides of your boots. Along with a folding pocket knife that you kept in the front pocket of your jeans, a light weight tomahawk that was strapped to the side of your backpack and a hunting knife you kept in its sheath along your belt.

You used to have a couple matching ring knives too, but had lost them along the way. One dropped in the middle of a lake and the other stuck to the side of a walker's head that you didn't have time to retrieve.

You had a Smith & Wesson handgun strapped to your belt in a holster, fully loaded, along with four spare clips in your backpack, but you never used it. Ammunition was scarce these days and you wanted to save the bullets for emergencies.

"Let's dance fellas." You called out, gripping your sword tightly as you watched the small herd stumble towards you.

You counted roughly 15, give or take a few, but that didn't worry you as you swung the blade into the first walkers head, slicing its forehead in half before moving onto the next.

You kicked a few of the walkers away so you only had to deal with a couple at a time and swung your sword like second nature taking down walker after walker. You were so focused on the walkers that you nearly missed a figure move in the distance, nearly missed it.

Your focus turned away from the few walkers left standing as your eyes scanned along the horizon trying to spot whatever movement you saw out the corner of your eye, but all you could see were trees.

What the hell was that?

Turning back to the walkers, you continued taking them out before slamming your forearm against the last walkers head. The leather arm cuff you had wrapped around your forearm connected with its rotting flesh, the impact strong enough to send it to the ground before you stomped its brains out.

"That was too easy." You said to yourself.

You fixed your sunglasses over your eyes, glancing around the area to make sure there weren't any more walkers while trying to spot what you had seen earlier, but you had no idea what it was.

What was the point of having a photographic memory if you couldn't see shit like that? All you saw was a shadowy figure in the distance, but for the life of you, you couldn't figure out what it was.

Soon you were back to whistling and humming songs as you continued trekking through the woods, but you just couldn't shrug off the feeling that you were being watched.

It took nearly three hours of hiking through the woods, but you eventually reached the river and you were relieved to find that the water was running and hadn't dried up during this hot summer.

You had come across a few stray walkers here and there, but nothing as large as that mini-herd you dealt with earlier which was good, although you still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. But, there wasn't much you could do about it since you literally hadn't seen another person in the woods or even seen another person for the last 18 months... well minus a small group who seemed a bit sketchy back in Kentucky, so you stayed clear of them.

You followed the river for a few miles until you came across a bunch of trees sitting by the riverbed and figured it was a good place to set up camp for the night.

Within a half an hour you had set up a makeshift clothes line between two of the trees with your spare pair of jeans and tank top now hanging from the rope after being washed in the river. You thought about setting up walker traps around the area, but you were gonna sleep in one of the trees anyway, so you didn't bother.

Whistling to one of your favourite songs, you walked around the area to collect firewood. You were sort of zoned out, enjoying the nice cool change in temperature as the sun slowly got lower along the horizon when you heard the sound of twigs snapping in the distance.

You quickly spun around, dropping the sticks in your hand and pulling out your handgun, but you couldn't see anyone. You weren't stupid though, you knew when you were being watched, whoever this was had been following you for a while and was damn good at keeping themselves hidden, you'll give them credit for that. Whoever it was must be experienced at hunting, because no way would an average person be able to sneak up to you and follow you for this long without slipping up.

"Come out slowly with your hands up and maybe I won't kill you!" You shouted, cocking the gun.

A man slowly stepped out from behind a tree and you should have been more focused on the crossbow he had aimed at you, but he's the first person you had seen up close for nearly two years and you found yourself taking in his features instead.

His long dark hair fell over his shoulders covering part of his face. The black button-down shirt had the sleeves ripped off, but he had a black leather vest over the top and you didn't miss the duel knives he had strapped to his belt. He was unlike any man you had seen in this new world.

"Told you to come out with your hands up." You said in an annoyed tone.

"Ain't droppin' mine till ya drop yours." The mysterious man responded causing you to scoff.

Like hell you were going to lower your weapon when he had a God damn crossbow aimed at you, not to mention that he had been following you for the past three hours. That was just fucking creepy.

"The hell you following me for? I saw you back when I was fighting that herd, didn't want to help?" You questioned, raising your eyebrow at him, although he probably couldn't see it since you were wearing still wearing sunglasses.

"Seemed like ya had it under control."

Before you had time to think of a sarcastic response the familiar growls of walkers filled the air and you sighed. Talk about great timing.

You glanced in the direction of the walkers spotting eight or so stumbling towards the two of you from your left, but you kept your gun trained on the man, not trusting him in the slightest.

Neither of you moved, weapons still aimed at each other, but you didn't miss his quick glance towards the walkers and slightly worried expression when he realised how close they were getting.

"Let's take care of these walkers before they kill us and then we can go back to this western showdown we're having at the moment, deal?" You asked, lowering your handgun despite every bone in your body telling you not to.

The man stared at you for a few seconds clearly trying to contemplate what do to before he reluctantly nodded. He turned his crossbow away from you and aimed towards the walkers and you sighed with relief before holstering your gun and drawing out your sword.

You let the man take care of the walkers further away since he had a long-range weapon while you focused on the ones closer. Stabbing them through their skulls with the end of your sword, one after the other.

You could hear bolts whizzing through the air around you as you took down the walkers and you had to admit this guy had good aim with that crossbow, every shot meeting their mark. You didn't like having to put your trust in a complete stranger though. He could very easily just shoot you while your back was turned, but what other option did you have? He'd been following you for most of the afternoon and hadn't killed you yet, so you figured you might be able to get through the next few minutes as well.

"Duck!" The man suddenly yelled.

You didn't think twice about it and dropped to the ground just as he fired his crossbow at the walker you didn't even realise was coming up behind you. It fell to the ground with a bolt between it's eyes.

Shit, that was a close one.

"Thanks." You called out, jumping to your feet and slamming the end of your sword into the next walker, kicking its body as it fell backwards.

You glanced back towards the man, realising that something must be wrong since you couldn't hear anymore bolts being shot. You saw him struggling to reload his crossbow, the stupid thing must be jammed, you thought to yourself before your eyes widened when you spotted a walker sneaking up behind him.

You tried to shout at him, but it was too late as the walker grabbed his shoulder and you watched in horror as the man quickly jerked away, trying to shrug the walker off, but it wasn't working.

For a split second you debated whether to help the man or not, but you couldn't just stand there and watch him get eaten by the walker. The guy had saved your life only seconds before hand, you had to do something.

You quickly threw your sword at the last walker a few metres away, not bothering to waste time in retrieving it as you sprinted towards the man who was still trying to shrug the walkers grip off his shoulders.

The walkers mouth started to open when you grabbed it's head and threw it off the man in a blur of movement. Sudden pain burned through your left hand, but you didn't have time to check it and turned to the walker that was trying to stand back up after you threw it to the ground, but you quickly stomped your boot against its head to finish it off.

The pain in your hand flared and you spared a glance down only to find a bite mark over your left pinky finger.

Oh, fuck. That was not good.

You took a few stumbling steps backwards holding your now shaking hand as you stared at the very distinct teeth marks and blood on your finger. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Suddenly the man appeared beside you, grabbing your shoulder to steady you before he eyes glanced to your hand in shock. He muttered something under his breath, but you couldn't hear anything over the loud ringing in your ears.

Shaking your head, you quickly snapped out of your sudden panic, your body clicking into survival mode instead. You pulled your tomahawk out from the side of you backpack and handed it to the man.

"You-you gotta cut my finger off... I can't do it myself."

The man still seemed to be in shock, but nodded and took the tomahawk.

"Fuck, this is gonna hurt." You winced as you walked over to the nearest tree as you rested your hand against it and moved your bitten finger away from the rest so the man could cut it off.

"M'sorry." He apologised, giving you a sympathetic look before swinging the axe and slicing straight through the finger.

You heard the bone crunch as a scream escaped your lips, white hot pain flaring from your hand.

Pain. So much pain.

That was all you could register as you stared at your hand, watching the crimson blood pour to the ground, mixing in with the leaves and dirt of the forest floor.

"Need to stop the bleeding, otherwise you're gonna bleed out." You thought you heard the man say, but honestly you couldn't hear much over the ringing in your ears.

You stared at your finger that was now on the ground as blood dripped on top of it from your hand. Shit, that was a lot of blood. Focus Y/N, you have to focus.

"I-I have a lighter, do you have a clean knife? I need you to cauterize the wound to stop the bleeding." You instructed, hating how shaky your voice was.

You used your good hand to pull out a lighter from your pocket. You glanced over at the man who had grabbed out one of his hunting knives before you handed him the lighter and he began to heat up the metal blade.

"How long do ya want me to heat it for?" He asked, glancing over at you for a second before focusing back on the flame from the lighter as heated up the blade.

"Wouldn't have a clue. I haven't done this before." You replied with a weak chuckle as you shook your head in disbelief. How did you even get in this situation? You've been travelling alone for six years and the worst injury you had gotten was a dislocated shoulder. "I think that's enough." You said, noticing a part of his blade was turning red.

"This will hurt." He warned and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"Really? I thought it was going to tickle." You replied sarcastically. "Just get it over with."

The man nodded tucking the lighter into his pocket before he grabbed your wrist and pressed the flat side of the blade against the wound. You had to cover your mouth with your good hand to muffle your screams as burning pain seared through your body.

Your hand was trembling as the man held the blade against your skin, the stench of burning flesh filling the air. If you weren't in so much pain you might have gaged at the smell, but that was the least of your worries at the moment when white dots started to cloud your vision.

You were vaguely aware of the man pulling the knife away and wrapping your hand up with a rag, but everything was spinning. The ringing in your ears suddenly so high pitched that it nearly hurt and the last thing you saw was the man reaching out to grab you as you fell backwards before everything faded to black.

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