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Into the Night

Summary: A drunk Sherlock returns home and he has one thing on his mind.

Pairing: Dark!Sherlock Holmes x female reader (no mention of ethnicity or body type)

Words: 1k

Warnings: 18+, minor DNI. Dark themes, alcohol use, hinted smut, possessive behaviour, jealousy, foul language, abuse of power, hinted age-gap but reader is not a minor, sexual threat, ultimatum.

* I give no permission to copy, repost or translate my work.

A/N: I was rudely inspired by the BTS shots of Enola Holmes 2 and apparently in a Dark!Sherlock mode lately. Many thanks to my sweet @agniavateira for betaing my work

Into the Night

The violent clap of thunder jolted you from sleep. Shaken, you sat in bed, your veiled eyes rummaging through the dark as if trying to remember where you were.

'The estate. Holmes' estate,' you reminded yourself while anticipating another thunder; but none followed, for it wasn't the tearing of the sky that woke you from your dreams but something else.

'Someone's at the door?'

Curiosity nibbled in your gut. Mind all awry, you threw the duvet and seized the kerosene lamp perched on your nightstand. No reasonable thought dwelled in your head during the moment you stepped out of your chamber; stupidity could easily be confused with courage, and still, you stole down the wooden stairs with your heart further shrinking with each step.

Down the main hall, a putrid scent of strong liquor hung thickly on the air—an odour abnormally intoxicating mingled with debauchery-soaked musk that made you feel dizzy as if it was you who was drunk.

In your heart, you knew you should scamper back to your room; but the icy claws that held your legs prevented you from fleeting. Instead, you found yourself seduced by the foolish desire to see what lurked in the shadows.

Him.

Another thud suddenly boomed in your ears, followed by a shriek so ghastly it sounded like an otherworldly creature. It was only when the pair of blue diamonds peered into your eyes that you realised the scream was your own.

"You shouldn't be here."

Colder than the bottom of the sea, the large man backed you into the wooden wall; his impeccable built dwarfed you while the manner in which his sturdy arms caged your body blocked any means of escape.

Astounded, you observed, counting opaline droplets of sweat as they trickled down his damp curls and kissed his square jaw, which was untypically peppered with an improper shadow of stubble. You fought the temptation to look any lower, but your eyes betrayed you and too quickly succumbed to the hint of his furry chest that peered from his dishevelled white shirt.

It wasn't like him.

He was always so painfully restrained.

Icy serpents crawled up your spine in realisation - he was intoxicated. Your Governess taught you well of how the ‘wretched poison turns the most proper gentlemen into deviants.

Shaking your head as if to apologise, you tried to reason, "I heard a noise, I thought..."

You swallowed your own words as Sherlock lifted a wandering hand to capture your chin as if he cared nothing for your answer.

"Nosey little mouse," he hummed, his voice almost a rasp. A sudden grin twisted his lips, and his eyes gingerly shut. With a growl under his breath, he leaned even closer and pressed his sweaty forehead against yours.

"Oh, how a man longs for the scent of innocence..." his words slurred, thick with what you could only detect as bitter Absinthe.

You could feel the air dwindling along with the light. Hard and toned, his muscles pressed into your body, his thighs threatening to push between your legs, and his chest forcing into yours to sustain your breath.

"Sherlo... Sherlock," you whispered, trembling, "please, you are drunk."

The man chuckled lowly, his hand snuck from your chin to your breasts—pressing, groping, squeezing so roughly you felt an unbidden fire burn through your loins.

"Observant, are we? I am. But the spirit is but a drop of courage, fueling what I have always desired. Do you suppose Mycroft likes damaged goods?” he drawled while snapping a hand around your hip and squeezing it until you winched.

”Do you gather he'll still enjoy stuffing his cock down your hole if I broke you first?"

"How dare you!"

A sudden flush of rage thrummed through your veins. Without a single thought, you raised a hand to swat him, but Sherlock seized your wrist and pinned it above your head with terrifying ease.

"Don't be ridiculous," he sneered.

"Let me go!"

Even drunk his grip was iron. The more you struggled, the more your wrist hurt; and for some baffling reason, you couldn't quite interpret the battle solely evoked more fire between your grinding thighs.

Did you want this? Did you him to force you?

"Please!" You whined, your eyes searching through the dim staircase, knowing there was no one to save you.

Sherlock watched as you fought for freedom, amused by your weak battle until finally, your strength waned, and you slumped into the wall.

"There's a good girl," he praised. Carefully, he loosened his fingers and drew his hand away. His eyes observed you with regard, wondering if you would be foolish enough to try striking him again.

Taking a step back, he fixed his white shirt and combed a hand through his dark mane while his eyes remained set on yours. You dared not move a muscle, except for the hand that tremored as it held onto the lamp.

"Your father chose inadequately, but I will fix this mistake. The only question is, what will you choose?" he suggested as he snatched the lamp from your fingers and turned toward the staircase.

The tiny beam of light illuminated his face like a beautiful nightmare; and like a moth, you found yourself in its pursuit. Absentmindedly you slowly strolled after him, staring from the bottom of the stairs while Sherlock began to climb further up.

"Choose? What am I to choose?" Your nails dug into the wooden handrail.

Sherlock paused on his steps, the planks loudly creaking beneath his weight. He did not grace you with another gaze but simply smiled as he gazed forward.

"Come to my bed tonight, willingly, and I will love you kindly, or…”

"Or?"

"Or next time I'll find you alone in this house I will be anything but kind and deflower all three of your holes. The wedding is in 30 nights, is it not?” he asked and, not waiting for an answer, continued his ascent.

Fear and ire stiffened your muscles so much you believed yourself frozen. With your eyes wide open, you remained at the bottom of the steps, gazing into a void and contemplating your “choice” while darkness wrapped itself around you.

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His Sun (Daryl x Reader) - 13

Chapter 13

As a child, you had always felt envious of the birds, of the way they could just fly away. Leave all the troubles behind and reach the clouds. Your grandma had told you that birds couldn't feel sorrow, couldn't feel pain. They only felt joy, as they flew above all other creatures. Of course you knew that this wasn't true now. But as a child, you believed everything she said. And whenever you were sad, when you ran to her after your mother was drunk, she would point to her painting of two birds she had hanging over her table. She would point to it, and tell you how you should imagine yourself as a bird. Flying high and leaving all your pain and sorrow behind.

Your hiccups died down. Your head was buried in Daryl's shoulder, which was now stained with your tears. Pictures of birds flying high showed as a presentation in your head, an old defence mechanism for when you got overwhelmed by your emotions and tried to calm down. Daryl’s hand was rubbing the back of your head. His fingers knotting her hair and trying to calm you down with a massage. You looked up, and was met with Daryl's piercing blue eyes.

“Feelin’ better?” Your breath calmed down, and backed off a bit from him. “No, but crying felt good” He still had his hands around you. he snorted, “Ya, i guess it wouldn't fix much”

“No, but thank you” He still had his arms wrapped around you, and you didn't want him to ever let go. This was the safest you had felt since the end, maybe ever. Looking up, you were met with his ocean blue eyes staring back at you. Neither of you looked away, just finding rescue in eachothers eyes. His hand moved from around you and held your head, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“Are you going to kiss me?” Your question caught him off guard, flustering him a bit. “What are you talking about woman?”

“Please kiss me” You pulled him closer by his vest, nose bumping into each other now. “But don't leave me. Kiss me and mean it, because my heart can't handle losing you too” The last part was a whisper. You held his gaze, but internally, you were freaking out. This was it. He was going to push you away and never talk to you again. But he didn't look away, he just tightened his grip on your jaw and waist. “Ya sure?” He whispered as well. “Please Daryl” You choked out, every emotion you could feel was at its highest. Needing something to ground you, needing Daryl.

His gaze didn't leave you, but he leaned in and gently brushed his lips across yours. When he saw none hesitation in your eyes, he pulled you into a passionate kiss. His lips were soft and warm, a great contrast to his hands, which were pulling your face closer. You made a noise of satisfaction, only spurring Daryl on. His strong hands pushed you closer, and moved you so you were straddling his lap. “Hmm!” A surprise moan broke your kiss. Daryl used it to his advantage and pushed his tongue into your mouth.

“I ain't never leaving you” He broke the kiss and stared into your eyes. “I will keep you safe, that's a promise” He leaned down and pushed his face into your neck, placing soft kisses where your shoulder met your neck. “I will always be here to protect you, hold you” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You sat there, holding each other. Just being held and feeling each other's love.

It was the sound of others coming to the camp that broke you off. Cars and running. You and Daryl stood up and walked over to where the sound was coming from. Rick, Glenn and Hershel were back. And they were not alone.

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His name was Randall, and after Hershel had patched up his leg (to the best of his abilities), he had been locked up in the barn. And for you and Daryl things have been going really good. It had been two days since you kissed. You two never specified what you were. Girlfriend and boyfriend felt too immature for your kind of bond. You would share kisses when nobody was looking. And Daryl's protectiveness had gone from an 8 til like a 13. It was a miracle he hasn't tried to take your food cutting privileges away. ‘What happens if ya cut yourself? Ya could die from an infection!’ You could hear his irrational thoughts in your head, the thought making you giggle.

“What got you so happy?” Maggie had walked into the kitchen when you were preparing some lunch. Catching you daydreaming. “oh, nothing”

“Nothing my ass, spit it out” You had always been a bad liar, and the blush covering your cheeks didn't help either. “Okay, i will tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anybody!”

“Pinky” She gave you her pinky finger, “now spit!” And spit you did. Telling her about the lake, the episode with Shane outside the house and about your kiss. “Darlin! I am so happy for you” She gently rubbed your arm. “I can tell he cares for you, his eyes never leave you when your out together” You blushed at her statement.

“Oh shush!” You both giggled. A sense of normality washed over you. This was nice. Inside the farmhouse, chatting about a boy you liked with a friend. It felt as if the world was back.

A/N: wow, been a while since i last updated haven't it, hehe. Sorry for the big break, something happened. But i will try to update more now!

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[nyxerebus]

Hello! I was wondering if you had a link for your masterlist?

yes! its here Masterlist!

to all my followrs, thank you for being patient, school and work is kicking my but, but i hope to dish out more fics! Also finished the Witcher, and my gahhhd. Henry Cavill / Geralt has my heart!

might make some more fics about them 🥵😉😉

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I am in love with this series!!

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is there gonna be another Im Her Daddy Now, i know it got deleted bc if ur computer i was just wondering if was still coming along

Hi! yeah its cumming along (hehe), School has been very busy and i got a bit of a writers block. So i am also writing an negan smut one shot somebody requested, and than Im her daddy!

Sorry for the delay

#negan #im her daddy now #the walking dead negan

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Oh my gawwwddd 🤩🤩🤩

red, white, blue’s in the sky, summer’s in the air, baby heaven’s in your eyes

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pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 2,540

summary: sunday’s are for football games and attention

warnings: dom/sub, daddy kink, heavy degradation, thigh riding, ignoring kink (?), fingering, asphyxiation, teasing, orgasm denial, poorly written aftercare and ending because i dont know how to end stuff

author’s note: i hope you enjoy this after more than a month of not writing anything lol. fair warning its kinda messy and all over the place. let me know your thoughts and dont share my work anywhere or ill have someone steal your toes <3

18+ ONLY CONTENT! MINORS DNI DNR

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It was Sunday evening, meaning Chris had called the flatscreen in the living room for his football game. Now you didn’t know the first, last or anything in between about football. The sole purpose behind you sitting on the couch across from him was so you could get a front seat view of him getting all riled up over the events of the game. The way his jaw clenched and hand tightened around his beer bottle, and you couldn’t help but picture it being your neck instead. Or the way his biceps bulged against his ridiculously tight merchandise and thighs spread out in gray sweats, emphasizing his bulge that he would occasionally adjust with his thick fingers that were buried in your cunt earlier that afternoon-

Yeah.

He can feel your hungry gaze on him, he knows what he does to you and he tries to suppress a smirk when your thighs rub together to quell the ache that was no doubt rapidly growing.

He startles you when he speaks, “you’re missing the game sweetheart.” Lips curling upwards from behind the beer bottle he was currently drinking out of, and when you take too long to respond, still completely dumbstruck, he chuckles and pats his thigh and you mindlessly get up and walk towards him. He leans back on the couch and he looks every bit of pure sex appeal that you have ever seen. His sweatpants hang low on his hips, his tight Patriots shirt clinging to his wide chest and defined torso making your stomach wild with butterflies and he can see where your mind is at behind your glassy eyes, he knows you better than anyone else. And yet-

“What’s been going on in that pretty head of yours honey?”

His voice is gravelly and it reaches your core, making you stifle a whimper. In all honesty you aren’t usually this sensitive to Chris and you don’t know what has gotten into you and why you are unable to form a single coherent thought. You take your rightful seat on his inviting lap and he feels the heat from your bare lower half roll onto his thigh. Though he says nothing yet, deciding to draw out his teasing for a little while longer.

His hand rubs up and down your back in slow strokes, his touch makes your skin erupt with goosebumps and he notices the effect he has, the way you close your eyes and shivers run up your spine and you absentmindedly begin grinding against his thigh. Your head falls into his chest as your hips continue grinding and he smiles when he hears soft whimpers pull from your throat.

“Is this what you needed? That dumb pussy needed attention?” His words are condescending and they make heat bloom in your stomach, you whine loudly and fist his shirt and he grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together and making you face him.

The intensity and dominance in his stare makes you slip further into a mindless space where all you can think about is him. “When I ask you a question, what do we say? We say yes daddy. Now, let me ask you again. Does your stupid cunt need Daddy? Is that why you’re so dumb for me?”

Tears prick your eyes and you jut your bottom lip out, “yes daddy please!”

“Please what?”

“Please make it feel better!” You try to move your hips against the hold he has on them and he smirks at your desperation. This is his favourite part, rendering you to a pool of arousal and need and then declining you from reaching that peak.

“Daddy’s watching the game, shush.” He dismisses you suddenly and it makes you whine because you thought he would finally help you out how you needed him to. You’re about to begin your begging when he covers the bottom half of your face with his large palm, “I don’t wanna hear it. You wanna cum, you do it yourself, you don’t need Daddy’s help with everything like a stupid girl do you?”

You bury your face into his chest and sob out of frustration, your panties are sticking uncomfortably to your pussy and you’re sure you’re leaving a wet spot on his sweats with how aroused you are.

You rub yourself on his thigh until you find a steady pacing and position, his shirt balled up in your hands as he continues to ignore you riding his thigh sporadically. He lazily sips his beer, scrolling through his twitter feed and responding to texts occasionally but still not paying any mind to you.

You did everything in your power to grab his attention, you whined loudly but that only got you a sharp glare and warning, you grinded slow and rubbed your knee against his bulge which surprisingly also gave you nothing. It made you want to scream with anger.

You whimpered, your clit catching on your panties and dragging against the material of his sweats in a way it hadn’t before and your body tenses up at the new sensation flooding your veins. You close your eyes and bite your lip, trying to rub over that spot again and your hole clenching immediately when you do. You continue rubbing yourself like that and now Chris knows you’re nearing your peak. He smirks to himself and lets you get your pleasure for now. He’ll let you think you’re going to cum and then take it away from you so you can squirm and cry some more. Now you are unable to hold your cries in, your legs shaking as you near your peak and you gasp out his title as you’re about to fall over the edge, you can already see the stars and your mind going fuzzy-

He pulls you off his thigh and it takes you a moment to register the orgasm that was touching the tips of your fingers that was baited to you and now stolen abruptly. You bite your lip and rub your swollen core with your thighs as you tug on his shirt, tears staining your cheeks. “No fair! You didn’t- That-”

He shuts you up with a calculated swat to your thigh, it makes you quiet up immediately but the tears and an unsatisfied pout remains on your scrunched up face.

“I never said I would let you cum, stop whining. I can’t hear the game. One more interruption from you and I’ll tie you up the bed and leave you there with a toy shoved up your tight pussy all night. Understand?”

You mumble out an obedient yes daddy and lay your head on his chest, trying to ignore the throbbing need in your cunt with tears streaming down your face. Chris knows how sensitive you are, he knows that a simple touch from him would make you come undone which is why he has so much fun with this. Truth be told, the game is at the back of Chris’ mind, all he can think about is teasing you some more. Maybe this time he’ll use his fingers-

He does exactly that.

Trailing his fingers up your bare thighs as your legs continue to twitch pathetically so. He plays with the hem of your oversized t-shirt, thick fingers flicking the soft material upwards and chuckling when you jolt upwards and gasp sharply as he explores your wetness, spreading it around.

You look at him through wet lashes, whispering his title in question and he continues to ignore you, pushing the tip of one of his thick fingers into your tight hole and you squeal loudly, unable to help yourself as you finally get your crying cunt filled. You moan directly into Chris’ ear when he pushes his finger inside you and begins pumping. This is the first time in this whole ordeal he showed that he was actually paying attention to you since he was unable to stop the groan that pulled from his chest at the wrecked noise.

“Daddy ‘m gonna cum please!”

He scoffs, “already? I’ve barely touched you.”

“Please daddy please let me cum!” You sob, pushing your hips back against now two of his thick fingers massaging your walls.

Chris took pity on your squirming body, chest heaving and legs twitching against his. He sighs as his thumb finds your clit. “Tell you what princess, if we win the game, I’ll fuck your little cunt so hard just how you want me to, but if we lose Daddy gets to decide whether you cum or not and I’m not gonna feel very generous if we lose.” He negotiated with you, though it’s not much of a negotiation because you know you have no say in what he decides.

“Okay daddy.”

And now you place all your hopes on his team winning. You spare a glance at the TV to get a look at the scoreboard and your heart clenches when his team is behind a few points. Maybe he did this on purpose, he knew his team would lose so he proposed the idea.

He continues fucking you with his fingers, your cunt clenching around them and trying to cling onto the relief he was giving you. You dig your fingers into the thick muscle of his bicep, more slick pooling out of your pussy with every thrust in as you try to muffle your moans.

He curses under his breath when his team scores again and you crane your neck uncomfortably to the large flatscreen TV, which is when Chris manhandles you so you’re sitting upright in his lap and his fingers reach even deeper inside of you. You yelp immediately as your legs tense up, you could barely handle it when you were leaning on him for support, you had no clue how you would handle it now.

“Keep your eyes on the fuckin’ screen.” He demands and you comply immediately, looking at the screen as he adds another finger to your core making you scream into the room. You whine, “daddy please, I need-”

He cuts you off with a hand around your throat, making you clamp down pathetically against his fingers. “What did I tell you about talking?”

“T-to not do it.” Your voice breaks and hands wrap around his wrist in a plea.

“Then shut the fuck up princess.” He growls meanly and a fresh wave of arousal pangs your body and tears cloud your vision and your mind is going foggy so you can barely see what’s happening on the screen while three of his fingers thrust into your desperate core-

It’s when the screen erupts into blurry red, white’s and blue’s and chanting of the Patriots you’re thanking the stars that he would finally fuck you the way you wanted him to.

His fingers come to a halt inside of you and press up right against your spot and you’re unable to hold yourself back as your creaming pussy clamps down tight around his fingers, eyes rolling back into your head as you convulse around him, bucking your hips wildly.

Chris can’t tear his eyes away from you, he can’t even find it in himself to be mad because you looked so fucking sexy when you lost control of your body like that, your desire overpowering your articulation.

His cock twitches in his jeans.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you, growling when you continue to ride out your orgasm until you can’t hold yourself up anymore and fall against his chest. He coos at you, rubbing your back and slowing the pumping of his fingers.

He lays you down on the couch and your mind is so foggy you barely register it, legs twitching and hole quivering, desperate to be filled. You hold your hands out and make grabby hands for Chris and shushes you, pulling his pants down and impaling you on his cock in one motion and your back arches off the couch.

His hands hold onto your hips as he leans down to connect his lips to yours, hissing into your mouth as your tight heat stretches around him. “I know, no need for you to think, dumb babies like you are made to take cock.” He degrades you, and your boyfriend calling you these things shouldn’t make your back arch but they do, and you want more of it.

He pounds into you, skin slapping against skin and his cock repeatedly hitting your sweet spot making you scream. Chris seems to get bored of the position and moves himself so his feet are on the ground and he flips you over, pressing your face into the couch pillows and grabbing your arms and locking them in place behind your back. He roughly shoves himself inside of your cunt and the new position makes him go all the more deeper. You were completely at his mercy and this was exactly what you had been craving. And Chris knew that.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? For daddy to pound this tight pussy. Whose pussy is this?” He punctuates his question with a spank to your ass and you scream out at the sting, clenching around him.

“Your pussy daddy.” You whimper, meek and broken.

“Louder, fucking louder.” He demands.

You’re unable to make your voice any louder and Chris knows this, and it makes him fuck you even harder. His cock pumping into you with more ferocity than before as he snakes his free hand around your body to rub your sensitive clit. You clamp down immediately and he hisses, moving his hand that was holding both of your wrists together up to the back of your neck and pulling you upwards so your back was to his chest as he wrapped his bicep around your neck. Your mouth drops open in a silent moan and Chris grunts directly into your ear.

“That’s right, all you can do is take daddy’s dick. Poor baby doesn’t have any other choice.”

Your chest begins to rise and fall quicker, your slick pooling down your thighs and coating Chris’ abdomen and the couch as you begin to fall over the edge, body buzzing.

“Daddy ‘m cumming!” You scream, and Chris smiles against your neck, “do it then slut, make a mess on Daddy’s dick.”

You do exactly that, clutching his bicep as he tightens it around your neck, restricting your airflow and making your mind dizzy. You don’t know how long you orgasm for until Chris is pumping you full of his cum too, burying his face in your neck and biting down with a strangled groan of your name. And your sloppy cunt greedily takes all of him.

Whining when he pulls away and he chuckles, gathering you in his arms and carrying you upstairs. You wait patiently while he starts a bath for the two of you, allowing him to fully undress you and himself and wiping your core with a warm wet rag with soft kisses placed over the skin he may have bruised. He takes you both into the bath and you lay against his chest, already dozing in and out of consciousness.

“Go to sleep sweetheart, I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

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RIP me

BRO! I was working on some school stuff while having all my fan fic tabs open, and my stupid pc decided to restart??? And when i got it working again it had closed all the tabs without saving anything! I lost fucking 1 k words on I'm Her Daddy Now and 1.5 k on Unlikley Companions!!!!!!!!!! RIP me

Sorry for the delay everyone who wants the new parts, but i have to rewrite part 3 of both of them nowww! I hate my pc so god damn much

#fuck #fuck my life #i hate my pc

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His Sun (Daryl x Reader) - 12

Chapter 12

Carol had shielded her off from the group, she wouldn't even attend the funeral. The entire mood of the group had been down. But Daryl had been, after Carol of course, taking it especially hard. He would hardly talk to you, even after you moved your tent closer. The past few days had gone by in a daze. You woke up, started to make breakfast for the group, making sure you gave some to Carol and Daryl, cleaned up and started to gather herbs and plants you could use. Daryl would return from a hunt and you would cook, often with help from Lori, what Daryl had hunted and what you had gathered. Sometimes you felt like a cavewoman.

“(Y/N)!” You heard Maggie shout from the farm house. She came running down towards you, a look of panic. “What's going on?”

“It's Beth! She is ill, can you help her?” You grabbed your bag with your ‘medicine’ and nodded at her. She grabbed your hand and led you into the house and to her bedroom. Beth was lying in her bed, completely still. You checked for a fever, but found nothing. “I have already checked, and she isn't bitten or anything. What's going on?” You could see her desperation rise. “Where is Hershel?”

“I can't find him, is she going to be fine?” You examined her more, and came to the conclusion that it must be a state of shock. “Oh god, how do we help her?”

“I have an idea, you don't mind me making some medicine for her?” She shook her head, “Good, now I think you should ask some of the group to go out and look for Heshel. I think i have enough ingredients to make some Rescue Remedy” Maggie looked at you questionly. “Its a flower mix that's supposed to help with anxiety, shock and depression. When I was growing up, my mom would always take some when she was in a bad mood” You shuffled through your bag and found your notebook with all the herbs and medicine you knew about. Turning to the page about Rescue Remedy, you read over the ingredients one over again. “You don't have any brandy by any chance?” Maggie shook her head, “Damn, I’ll ask the group if anybody got some.” You left Maggie and went to work asking the camp about the brandy. Rick and Glenn agreed to go and look for Hershel, but neither had any brandy lying around. They promised to bring some back, since they were going to the pub.

You went to Dale lastly, and to your surprise he had some. “Follow me” You both walked over to the RV, and he showed you an old stash under the coach. “It's a bad brandy me and my wife bought a while ago, so i hope you don't need it for drinking purposes”.

“No, I need to make some medicine for Beth”. “Oh no, is Beth sick?”

“I don't know, I think it's shock from last night”

“Well, if I have anything that could help, please, help yourself”. You thanked him and walked back to your tent area. You started a small fire on the campfire and placed a clean pot filled with water on top of it. The fire wasn't big enough for the water to start boiling, but hot enough for that when you placed the flowers you needed in it. It wouldn't take long before the water had soaked up the essence of the flower. You used Clematis, Impatiens, Rock rose and star of bethlehem flower. When the water had soaked long enough, you separated the flowers from the water, which had now turned yellow. You bagged the wet flowers in a zip lock bag in case you could use it later.

“What are you dong?” A stuffy Carol asked, probably stuffy from all the crying. “Beth is sick, I am trying to make some medicine for her” Carol wiped her eyes, “Can i help?” You looked at her questionly, wondering if she was up to doing anything after all her grieving. “Please, I need to do something to get my mind of it, of her” Her voice broke at the end, and you couldn't say no. “Sure, can you measure up four spoons of brandy and four spoons of clean water into this bottle?” Carol nodded and went to work. You poured the flower -water over a strain to remove leftover dirt and leaves from the flowers. You repeated this until Carol was done with the brandy. Carol looked very worried while working. “Are you okay?” You stopped what you were doing when you saw tears forming in her eyes. “I am okay, we should continue working. Beth needs this' ' Her hands were shaking and more tears were pouring down her face. “Hey” You put down what you were using, and moved over to her. “That doesn't mean your problems aren't real. I mean, you just lost a daughter. So tell me, are you okay?” She stared down at her hands before answering you with a shaking voice. “Daryl and I got in a fight last night” You looked at her confused. Daryl cared about Carol, deeply. You couldn't see why he and she would fight. “But it's not that we fought, it's what he said. He said” She took a shaky breath and continued. “that it's my fault Sophia is gone”.

“Oh Carol” You wrapped your arms around her. “Daryl is a dick and doesnt know what he is saying”

“No he does, cause it's true. If i just held her closer or looked more after her '' She buried her face in her hands. “No, don't say that!” You removed her hands and stared into her eyes. “None of this was your fault. None. This world is shit. It's the world's fault, the walkers. But not yours. You tried to run after her, you wouldn't let us stop searching. You did everything in your power to get her back. You were an amazing mother, are an amazing mother” You stared into her eyes, and held her face in your hands. Leaning up, you kissed her forehead and pushed your forehead against hers. You both sat there for a couple of minutes. “We should get back to work” Carol whispered. “Yeah, lets get working!”

After mixing the flower water and brandy water you thanked Carol and rushed back to the Farm house. “Here Maggie” You handed her the bottle of ‘medicine’. “Thank you (Y/N)! Have you seen Lori?” You shook your head. “SHe has been gone for a while”

“Where did she go?” Maggie told you about how she went after Rick and Hershel, but has been out a while. “All we can do is hope that they're safe. Give her a bit of this and tell her its going to help. If she can hear us, we can hope the placebo effect works if the medicine doesn't".

You left Maggie to be alone with her sister and walked back to your camp. There you saw Daryl sitting outside your tent. “Hey” He looked awkwardly at you. You walked over to him and sat down next to him. “I heard what ya said to Carol” You looked at him. “I know what I said ain't right. I just, i don't know. Needed someone to blame” You nodded. “Yeah, just don't blame the grieving mother next time” Daryl looked down ashamed. “How are you handling it, I knew you and Sophia were kinda close”

You starred down at the ground, but your eyes danced over to your open bag. In the bag the book you promised Sophia could borrow when she was older lied, mocking you in its presence. ‘She will never read me’

“Im good” You whispered. “Nah, ya aint” You chuckled at Daryl's bruteness, he always cut to the bullshit. “Its just a lot” Daryl looked at you, waiting for you to elaborate. “I haven't gotten time to rest. You know? One minute Amy dies, then Sophia disappears, then Carl is shot, then we look for Sophia , then she dies and now Beth is sick. And I feel like I can't cry. Cause they arent my sister, or children that dies, that get hurt. So what right do i have to be emotional? But i cant keep helping and keep being looked at for answers i don't have, when i can't even let myself breath” It all came rushing out. Your voice becomes more shaky and more tears come at the end of the sentence. You didn't expect him to understand. You didn't even understand. It was all a mess that didn't make sense, but to your surprise, he understood. “Hey, you can feel, you can breath” Daryl wrapped his arm around your shoulder. pulling you into his chest. “You can breath” He whispered into your hair. You let it all out. Every sob and hiccup that had built up for the past weeks. Right bow your forgot about Beth, forgot about Lori being gone and forgot about Sophia. All you thought about was letting yourself go, and Daryl holding you together.

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I’m her daddy now is so good.

I need more cute moments of daddy negan and baby reader

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HIS SUN (Daryl Dixon x Female Reader)

h(Y/N) lived a normal life, she was caring and kind. Always with a smile on her face and an optimistic attitude. Her mother taught her all about nature and spirituality, and how to use plants and herbs as medicine. And when she went to college, her social life plummeted, every night she would spend either working or reading. so when the outbreak happened she didn't have anyone to go too, and ended up walking alone with only her backpack and a dull knife. She had never even seen a gun in real life, and suddenly was all alone in the woods as walkers tried to get to her every where she walked. But when she ran into Daryl, and he brought her back to his group, she was finally given a real chance to live, but what happens when she starts developing feelings for the man that saved her.

This is very much opposites attract fic. Get ready for a Possessive! Protective! Daryl!! I will try to follow the original plot as close as I can, but I need to change something for it to be more interesting between Daryl and (Y/N). Will include smut! Hope you like it 😊

TW: gore, violence, language, smut, sexual harassment, rape, death

Started on May 31, 2021. ONGOING!

Chapters:

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2   

Chapter 3   

Chapter 4   

Chapter 5   

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 

Chapter 8  

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

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His Sun (Daryl x Reader) - 11

Warnings: Angst!

Chapter 11

You woke up by something pushing your cheek. “wha?” “Are you awake?” Your vision had not adapted to the light and could barely make out the person who was poking your face. “Now I am” You grumpled out and sat up. “Good!” Glenn pulled his hand back from your face. “I need to talk to you”

“What's going on?” You yawned, stretching out your arms. You were startled when the young boy entered your tent and sipped it back up. The tent was pretty small so you were both very close. “What's going on?” You asked again. “I promised I wasn't going to tell anybody, but I had to!” Glenn whispered-shouted out. “What?” You whispered out.

“The barn is filled with walkers”

“What!” Glenn covered your mouth and ‘shhh’-ed you. “What?” You whispered out, or more garbled out with his hand still covering your mouth. “I know! Maggie told me that Hershel still thinks they can be cured so he doesnt kill them” He removed his hand from your mouth. “What do we do?”

“I don't know” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I really dont”

“You need to talk with Maggie, if we are going to stay here, we can't have walkers endangering everybody from the barn. For christ sake! We have kids here. They are a threat” You exclaimed. Glenn was nodding along. “Yeah I know”.

Glenn left after some more minutes of talking about how messed up it was, but agreed that he would try and talk to Maggie about it and maybe Hershel. When Glenn left you quickly changed out of your pyjamas and into some baggy mom jeans and a flannan you ‘borrowed’ from Glenn one chilly night. You tied your belt around your waist on top of the flannel, you had a small bag that hung above your right hip and your knife holder strapped to the belt.

The strong Gerorgian sun blinded you for a minute when you stepped out of the tent. The popping of your knuckles when you stretch your limbs made Daryl cringe. “Ya’ gotta stop makin’ those popping things’, freaky is shit” He was sitting on a tree bench behind your tent, once again, fixing on his crossbow. You smiled down at him, holding your hands closer to his face and cracking your knuckles.

“Gross!” He exclaimed and pushed your hands away. You giggled at his pout that formed. “What's the plan for today?” Daryl was about to answer, but some commotion further down the camp interrupted him. Shane was shouting something you couldn't hear. You gave Daryl a strange look. “Lets check it out, but stay’ behind me incase Shane tries somethin’ stupid” You both walked over to where the comotion was happening. “There are walkers in the barn!” Damn, Glenn let the secret out. “What!” Daryl looked as surprised as the rest of the group. As if on instinct he placed himself in between you and the barn.

“We need to kill them, now!” Shane was getting almost angry. “No! We can't risk getting on Heshels bad side, we need to be able to stay here over the winter!” Rick interfered. The discussion went back and forth for a while, you mostly staying quiet. But you did think the walkers were a threat, how could you be sure that the barn would hold them all? What if they broke out while you were all sleeping? “I will talk to Hershel and we can settle this nice and easy” Rick tried to ease the group. He left, and walked over to where Heshel was.

You walked over to Lori and asked if she still wanted you to help her with herbs and finding them. “Maybe tomorrow, but today i think i should be around if something happens” She smiled apologetic at you. “No worries, I get that!” You both parted your ways. You walked over to your tent and started to clean up your stuff. “Crazy about the walker’, huh?” Daryl was standing behind you, startling you since you didn't hear him approach you. “Jesus Daryl! You scared me!” You turned around and held the shirt you were folding close to your chest. “‘sorry, forgot ya’ were a scaredy-cat” He chuckled. “I am not!” He just looked down and chuckled “Anyway, what did you want to ask me?”

“Just that, ya know, ya looked scared when we talked about the walkers. So, i thought, maybe, ya wanted to, ya know” He was staring at his feet, not meeting your gaze. “What's going on?” He was clearly nervous, stuttering out what he wanted to say. “I was just wonderin’ if ya wanted to move your tent over to mine’ if you felt scared because of the walkers. I get if ya dont want to, ya probably don't. I will just leave” He had decided you would reject him and was about to walk away, ashamed he even tried, but was stopped when you grabbed his forearm and pulled him back. “Thank you Daryl, I would love to!” You smiled up at him. Truthfully, you had thought about if the walkers got out and attacked you too many times for you to be able to sleep without any nightmares. But having Daryl closer would help a lot. A small smile tugged at Daryl's lips and a blush rising to his cheek, but he just cleared his throat and muttered something about how you could bring your stuff over when you wanted too. And with that he walked away.

“He really likes you, you know that?” You yelped and turned around to face the smiling grey haired woman. “You think so?” Carol smiled at you. “Yeah, and I think you like him to” You blushed and shook your head, “I dont know”

“What do you mean?”

“My feelings have been all over the place the last few weeks. I have had a hard time differentiating between what is what” Carol walked over to you and squeezed your shoulder. “I get that, hopefully, we can stay here long enough that we can settle down and with that, settle down our emotions” You nodded at her, “And then you two can realize how perfect you are for each other!”

“Carol!”

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Some time passed until you saw Rick appear again. But he wasn't alone this time, “The hell?” Rick and Heshel, pluss Jimmy, came walking over with two walkers on a lead. Rick sent the group a pleading look, please don't start anything. But Shane wouldn't have any of it. He started to scream and shout about how wrong it was. Everything went by in a blur, and before you knew it you stood behind most of the groups as walker after walker walked out of the barn and was met with a rain of bullets. You saw Hershel break down when his late wife entered and was shot down. The gunfire finally settled when walkers stopped pouring out of the barn. And for a few minutes, it was quiet. That was until someone you wished you never would see like this walked out of the barn.

Sophia, the young girl you had discussed books with. Sophia, the kind girl who had brought you every plant she found back at the quarry in case you could make use of them. Sophia, kind, sweet, happy Sopia, stumbled out of the barn. But this wasn't Sophia, her eyes weren't filled with the happiness and hope she had brought up the mood in the group with, no, these eyes were sunken in. Dead and gone. “Sophia!” Carol came running up towards her daughter, but you wrapped your arms around her, holding her so she did not reach her. You both fell down, your arms still wrapped around her from behind. Daryl came running towards you and knelt down beside her, he wrapped his arms around both of you. Sophia stumbled towards you, walking over all the dead walkers. It was silent, except for Carol's cires and Sophia's grunts and wheezes. Everybody was filled with a sense of dread, for what they needed to do. Rick was the first to break out of the shock of seeing her, and walked up to her and aimed his Python at her. “Don't look” You tried to whisper to Carol, knowing what was going to happen. You had to look away yourself, burying your face in her shoulder. Right now all you wanted was to turn back time, turn it back to when you were at the quarry and talking with Carol late one night. Sophia huddled up next to her and slept peacefully. You both discussed nothing of importance, but the small domestic moment made you both forget about the new world. Right now, you would do anything to teleport her and Sophia back to that moment. No Ed, no walkers, no death. But you couldn't, and you would spend the rest of your life hating yourself for it. Carol's cires got louder when the sound of a gun going off ran through the farm. Sophia was dead.

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Not Him (Negan X Grimes!Reader)

A/N: I have a other Negan x Grimes reader series, but this is NOT a apart of that series, just a one shot i wrote :) You can read part 1 of that series here: I'm Her Daddy Now

TW: Gore, Make out, Blood, Angst

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Her back was pressed to the RV. The Saviours had started to force the people from Alexandria to kneel in front of it in a half circle. They hadn't noticed her yet. Would they recognize her? She had changed a lot since the last time she saw her dad and younger brother. Her hair was longer and darker, and her scarf was covering half her mouth and nose. She had started to look more and more like her father though, the famous Grimes stare would stare back at her in the mirror every morning. A cruel reminder of the family she had lost. The family she thought she had lost, until she saw them in front of her now.

Her eyes wouldn't leave her baby brother, how much he had grown! He was not the scared 11 year old she got separated from all those years ago, now he was a tough young man. And by the looks of his eye situation, it had been a long and rough journey since they last saw each other.

“Are we pissing our pants yet?” She rolled her eyes at Negans extravagant entrance. He was always like this, so much. “Boy do I have a feeling we're getting close”

She had been with The Saviours the past two years, been with Negan for one. She wasn't a wife, she was more than that. She was his girl, his right hand woman. By the look of how her father was staring at Negan, telling him about their relationship would be a tough talk. But nonetheless she looked forward to talking with him, to be able to be a family with them. She prayed they would forgive her for being on The Saviours side. Considering what was about to happen. This wasn't the first ‘punishment’ she had been a part of. She knew what was going to happen. She droned out when Negan went on with his speech about how they needed punishment, and how he owned them now. It wasn't until he was deciding who to kill that she focused on the conversation.

“eenie ... meenie ... miney ... mo '' Her blood ran cold when Lucille landed in front of her younger brother. “No!” She heard her father exclaim. “Shit, man. I’m usually not happy about child murdering, but Lucille is a thirsty woman!” He raised the bat. Her body acted before her brain could tell it no. She took long strides and placed herself protective in front of Carl, shielding his body from Lucille.

“Not him” She hissed out. Negan was taken back, usually (Y/N) wouldn't have trouble when he had to punish new communities. “The hell you saying?”

“Not. Him” She glared at him, she would rather die than let anything happen to her brother. Negan leaned down so only she could hear what he was saying. “You know him?”

“He's my brother,” she whispered. Negan took a step back and rubbed his beard. “You know I have to punish them” He gave her a stern look. “You want to kill him? You have to go through me. Take somebody else”.

“Listen folks” He was addressing his men. “Now some new information has occurred and it looks like my girl here knows this boy. Now I am a gentleman” His famous smirke etched its way to his face. “You all know I can't say no to my girl, but my other girl demands some punishment for their actions. Now I want to please both my girls at the same time. So, we spare the boy, but my girl has to choose who will take his place AND finish the job” He held out the end of Lucille to her, while the men in the back murmured in agreement and some even cheered her on.

She grabbed Lucille. “Go get em BabyGirl”. She turned around and faced Carl. He was crying now. She tried to give him a reassuring smile, but it didn't seem as if it helped. Her eyes danced between the group that was kneeling. Her eyes landed on the large redhead, he pushed up his chest, as if he presented himself as a sacrifice. She walked over and stood in front of him. The dark skinned girl next to him cried out when she realized what was about to happen. (Y/N) was standing in front of him and leaned in, whispering so only he could hear. “I’m sorry”

“Don't worry, if it saves the boy. I’ll gladly take it” She raised the bat. and with all her might swung it down. The sound of the cracking of a skull was a sound all too familiar to her, but she had never heard it when she was the cause. it almost made her stop. But she couldn't stop. She took swing after swing. Knowing how Negan wanted him to end up, to end up in a mess of blood and brain goo. Blood splattered everywhere, and she had to fight back her dinner making its way up when she saw his skin tear and expose his brain. The bat felt heavier and heavier after each blow down onto the man's head. Christ, she didn't even know the name of whom she was killing. Cries and cheers filled the silent night. When she heard the splattering sound of the bat hitting the brain goo, she stopped. She turned around to face Negan, avoiding her family's gaze.

“Look at my dirty girls!” He exclaimed, and pulled her towards him, her back pressing against his chest. Blood had splattered on her face and upper body, but Negan didn't care. He never cared about blood getting in the way. He grabbed Lucille from her and turned her head sideways, so he could whisper into her ear: “Good Girl”

“(Y/N), I, what-” Rick was trying to speak, the shock of the situation still not leaving him. “I have to say, seeing my girls work together like this, just warms my heart-” He squeezed her closer; “and tickles my balls” He grinned at his men, who mostly chuckled at his crude words. “You can go to him” He whispered and realised his grip on her. She was about to walk away, but was stopped when he grabbed her arm. “Wait” He pulled her back so they were chest against chest. “Give me a kiss first” She just rolled her eyes, knowing he wanted to rub it in Rick's face that his daughter was with them, with Negan. Standing on her toes, she reached up and kissed him, she was going for a simple peck. But he tightened his grip around her and deepened the kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth and she had to bite back a moan. When he pulled back a string of saliva was still connected between them God, how he loved the look on her face. Covered in blood, with a post makeout haze still in her eyes. He laughed out and realised her. And without being pulled back, she walked over to Carl and kneeled down in front of him.

“Hey” She whispered out, he stared back at her with a dirty glare. But tears of seeing his sister for the first time after thinking she was dead was pressing on. But then one of the guys in the line up jumped up and punched Negan in the face. You gasped and were about to stand up. But Negans men handled it and held him down. “No, nope. Put him back”

She knew what was going to happen, Negan was going to kill one more. She wouldn't let Carl see that, see it again. “Don't look” She pulled him closer so his face was pressed against her chest, face turned the opposite direction of the group. Carl was fighting back, but gave up after his sobs got the best of him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and cried into her chest. “Shhh”. The sounds of someone else getting beaten and the all too familiar cries filled the air once again. “No!”

“Its going to be okay” She tried to comfort him, “I won't let them hurt you” His sobs got louder when he heard the stuttering of the man who was being beaten; “Maggie I will find you”. He whispered the name of the dead man into her chest. “Glenn” Negan speaking and the cries of the group became just background noise. All she cared and focused on was her brother. She rubbed his head and back, trying to lull him into a calmer state. But she was pulled from her work on comforting her brother when Negan grabbed Rick and pulled him away. “No!” Carl shouted, sitting straight up and separated from her. (Y/N) held Carl back from punching up and attacking Negan. Negan sent (Y/N) a small nod, which she returned with her own nod. They were telling each other without words:

‘I can't promise he wont die’

‘As long as Carl lives, I don't care’

“Calm down Carl!” She held her back. He started to cry again, the fear of losing her father taking its hold on him. (Y/N) wiped his tears, bur cringed when some blood from her fingers stained his cheek. “Come here” He fell into her arms again. She didn't know what to do. She hoped Negan saved her father, but her father was a grown man. Her primary mission now was to secure her brother. And she would be damned if she didn't succeed.

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His Sun (Daryl x Reader) - 10

Chapter 10

You hadn't been inside the farm house often, often feeling like you were intruding. But when you were inside, you loved it. The beautiful decor and cozy vibes made you almost forget the terror outside. Daryl hadn't met your eyes since he gave you his poncho. You were helping Beth set the table.

“How has your day been?” You tried some small talk. “Nothing much, I think you had a more interesting day” She winked at you. You blushed and looked down. “W-what do you mean”

“Don't play dumb! I saw you two down by the river” She playfully elbowed your side. You're blush deepended. “God, who else saw us?”

“Only me, I think. But I think it's great! You are so sweet together!” She clasped her hands together with a wide grin. You were about to say it was nothing, but the rest of the group started to enter, so you left it dead. Praying that she got your hints and didnt bring it up in front of the others. Her small nod to you signalized she understood, and wouldn't bring it up.

You sat down between Carol and Lori, chatting about everything and nothing. You were happy Carol had come up, and she seemed in a better mood after the river. You were hoping she was able to not think of Sophia and just enjoy herself, take a break. She deserved that (she deserves everything).

“So, (Y/N), I was hoping you and I could go out tomorrow and you could teach me about herbs and that kind of stuff” Lori had turned towards you. “Of course! Will Carl join us?”

“No, I think he would rather stay back with his dad” You looked over at Carl chatting with his father across the table. “I think your right” You turned over to Carol. “Do you want to come with us?”

“No, i should stay behind in case Sophia comes” A sad look covered her face and you cursed yourself for making her think of her. “I get that” You rubbed her arm comfortingly, “Do you want us to stay with you?”

“No! Go you two, I can handle myself” You leaned forward and gave her a hug, “So, this is the second time i have caught you and Daryl together. Want to tell me whats going on?” Carol wanted to change the topic, so she decided to bring up the two must emberessing moments this far. She laughted when a huge blush returned to your face. “Nothing”

“Nothing yet. The conversation continued on, talking about normal stuff. It felt like you were finally back to normal, that the world wasn't owned by the dead, and that you were all just close friends meeting for dinner.

“So, Daryl, you going out tomorrow?” Shane interrupted the conversation. He spit each word out like it was poison in his mouth. “Yeah, what about it?” Daryl was staring daggers at Shane, knowing he was going to say some more bullshit about how Sophia was dead, in front of Carol. Shane was about to open his mouth and say something, but Daryl beat him to it: “If your going to be an idiot and say something stupid. Just remember the beating you took last time” Daryl was staring daggers at him across the table. Nobody talked, everybody watched the scene unfold. Shane was pushing the food around on his plate. “Yeah, I didn't forget” He chuckled. “I didn't forget how your girl made a mess and you had to clean it up, like a little bitch”

You coulndt handle it anymore, Shane was saying anything he could just to piss you off, to make Daryl angry. You stood up and walked out, needing to leave the tension. You welcomed the fresh cold air with open arms, a stark contrast to the stuffy hot air in the house. You sat down on the steps up to the house. You could hear the buzzing of the grasshoppers and the sound of the leaves blowing in the wind. Finally, a minute of peace.

“You can't run away from conflict forever (Y/N)” The peace was interrupted by Shane. “What do you want?” You stood up and faced him. He just chuckled and rubbed his shaved head. “I haven't forgot what you told me, the way you and Daryl humiliated me” He stepped closer. “But now Daryl ain't here to safe you”

“Lets calm down Shane, you aren't in the right headspace. Go to bed, sober up” You stepped backwards, creating as much space between you as you could. But he didn't listen, he just kept on moving closer and closer. “Be careful what you do! I could tell them all about what you did to Lori at the CDC!” Even though your voice shook when you spoke, he stopped. “If you leave now, I will forget all about this” He thought for a moment, but smiled back at you.

“Tell em’, they won't believe you” You went pale, he was about to attack you! “What did i Tell you about talkin’ with ‘er” Daryl came down the stairs and placed himself between you two. “Daryl” You whispered. “Hey dude, I ain't the one ya need to talk to about following your rules”

“The hell’ that supposed to mean?” Shane stared at you with an evil smirk. “Oh, you don't know?” He faked surprise. “Your girl has been going out lookin for that dead girl behind your back” Daryl’s head snapped to look at you, his expression a mixture of disbelief and anger. “What?!”

Your eyes bounced from Shane and Daryl, but landed on Daryl when he grabbed your arm and pulled you further back. He dragged you behind him by your forearm making you follow backwards. Shane was waving mockingly at you. You just glared at him and tried to keep up with Daryl's fast pace. When you were hidden behind some trees, he pushed you against a tree. “Is it true?” He was pacing around in front of you. “Huh?”

“Yes!” You looked down at your feet, hating that you had lied to him. Daryl stopped - now he was just staring at you. “The ‘ell were ya’ thinkin! You went out there alone?” He was so frustrated, why couldn't you follow his rules?

“I was fine! You're overreacting!” That pissed him off. “I'm overreacting! You can't even handle a gun, and you were out there alone! You could've died!” He was shouting, and so were you. “Well i couldn't just sit around and do nothing! This wasn't about you or me, it was about Sophia. You can't decide what i can do”

“I can if it's to protect you!”

“You can't protect me forever, it's safe here, we rarely see any walkers!”

“That's what we said about the quarry, and what happened there? I almost lost ya’! And I could lose ya’ here if you're not safe and stay here” His voice softened at the end of the sentence, his anger was replaced by a soft fearful look. He was truly worried about your safety. “I know, I’m sorry Daryl” You stepped closer and rested your hand against his cheek. You smiled at him, and he swore he saw angeles. You were about to remove your hand, but he stopped you. His big hands clasped yoru small one on his cheek and pressed it closer. You took his hint and wrapped your other arm around his neck, pulling him into a hug. He realised your hand and wrapped both arms around your waist, crushing you against his chest. “‘sorry for shoutin’ at ya’”

You giggled and pulled back to look into his eyes. “Sorry for lying to you”.

“Please, just don't do it again” He got the scared look back in his eyes at the thought of you alone out there. “I cant” You stared back at him, refusing to back down. “I can’t sit around while she is out there. If you hate it so much, let me join you” Daryl took a deep sigh, but nodded his head. “Okay, sure. But ya’ gotta promise me ya’ will do everything I say and stay behind me” You beamed up at him, finally being able to go out with him - just the two of you. You and Daryl broke up the hug just in time to see Glenn walking over to the barn with Maggie running behind.

“We should probably leave, let the lovebirds get at it” Daryl snorted at your words but agreed, not wanting to hear the groans - but the barn wasn't filled with the groans they were thinking off.

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His Sun (Daryl x Reader) - 9

Chapter 9

“You're in a better mood than usual?” Glenn had been grinning all day and has been in a great mood. You were balancing a basket of dirty laundry and was on your way down to the small river in the forest to try and wash the blood and sweat away.

“Oh, nothing” You didn't believe him, not when he had that dreamy look on his face. “Come on! Its clearly something! Why wont you tell me?” Glenn looked around, making sure no one was within hearing distance, he even grabbed your arm and pulled you farther away from the camp. “Okay, promise you won't tell anybody” He took one more look around, and turned to you grinning from ear to ear. “Maggie and I hooked up”

“No! Really!?” You were stunned, he and Maggie?! “Wha! Why are you so surprised, you dont think Maggie is nice?” He looked very offended at the idea that you didn't like Maggie. “No! Maggie is great! She is gorgeous and super nice, I’m just surprised you got with her. She is wayyy out of your league” Now he looked offended. “What!”

“Yeah, sorry bud”

“Well, you don't have to remind me” He pouted and looked away. “But congrats! Are you a thing now, or is it a friends with benefits situation?”

“I don't know, we haven't talked about it”

“What do you want?” He smiled, “I really like her. She's super cool and sexy! I want to be together”

“Then you need to talk together! Let her know what you want” Glenn nodded excitedly. “I will!” You both parted ways and you headed over to the river. Glenn and Maggie.

Their kids will be so attractive.

“Here we go” You finally heard the river flowing. The clear water was streaming down the small river. You sat the basket down and started working. You had asked Maggie for some soap, so you started to rub it into the clothes. Focusing on the stains and armpits. When a clothing article was lathered in soap, you pushed it into the cold water and rubbed the soap out using the harsh stream. But the snap of a twig pulled you out of your work. “Hello?” When nobody answered you unsheathed your knife from your belt and stood up. The sound of something walking drew closer and the bushes started to shake. Sweat was forming on your forehead and neck, were you really going to face another walker?

Your prayers were answered as a lonely bunny jumped out of the bush. Your frames visibly relaxed and you put away your knife. “Just a little guy, no walkers” You calmed yourself “Hey little guy” You bent down again and tried the pspspspsp technice, but the bunny didn't move. just stared up at you with its big eyes. “Right, that only works on cats huh?” You sighed and looked down. Annoyed that you didn’t bring your herb bag, you had some spear carrots you could give to the bunny.

“You're awfully calm, I thought bunnies were terrified of humans” You stared at the bunny, waiting for the answer that never would come. “Well, I have some work to do. You can join me if you want” You turned back around and continued with the laundry, and the bunny never left. He just sat there staring at you.

“(Y/N)! Where ya’ at?” Daryl's voice was coming closer and closer, and when he walked out from behind a tree, the bunny bolted back into the bush it came from. “No, wait” but the bunny was gone.

“What are ya talking to?” Daryl looked down at you confused. “Just a bunny” He still looked confused, “Ya were chattin’ with a, a bunny?” He raised his brow at you. “Yeah, when you say it like that i sound mad” You looked up at him and giggled. “What can I do for you?” Daryl bent down and sat down next to you. “Nothin’ important, just wondering where ya were at” He looked down, not meeting your gaze.

“Aw, you missed me” You poked his side teasingly. But when you saw him wincing, you stopped. “Sorry, i forgot about the wound” You rubbed his arm, apologetic. “No worries’, forgot it was there too. And its nothin’ i can't handle” He puffed his chest. “Sure big man” A comfortable silence fell between you. You continued to wash the clothes. “Here, let me help ya’”, he grabbed some of the clothes and started to wash out the soap. But he pushed the shirt too deep and it got dirtied by the dirt on the bottom of the river. “No, your doing it wrong” You tried to take the shirt from him, but he held it up above you, just out of reach. “What ya talkin about? I’m doing it perfectly” He smirked down at you, even when you both were sitting he was taller than you. “Asshole! Give it to me”

“Nah” You tried to reach, but it was useless. You were now on your hands and knees, but since the rocks you were balancing on were wet, it was easy to slip and fall. Which was exactly what you did. You placed your left hand on the wrong rock, and slipped and fell down into the river. You fell on your behind and lost balance so you fell down and ended up on your back. The river was not deep, but your head fell under water. You quickly got ub and were leaning on your elbows behind your back, the river was shallow enough so that the water only reached up to your chest when you were leaning back like this.

“Happy?” You questioned the snorting man, still dry and happy on the land. “Very” You rolled your eyes at him and reached your hand up. “Give me a hand, would ya?” He, of course, reached out and grabbed you. But before he could help you up, you pulled as hard as you could and was able to pull him into the water with you. “You fucking brat!”

He landed face first onto your lap, and was soaked through all his clothes. He was about to cuss you out, but seeing you laughing and feeling the softness of your thigh, made his heart flutter. He remembered the painfull look in your eyes when you shoved him your scars and told him about your past, and he swore he would do anything to hear you laugh and protect you from the cruelty of this world, even if that meant he would get soaked in river water.

“That's what you get!” You were able to say between the wheezes of your laughter. “Yeah, yeah” He stood up and was on his knees in front of you. “The water is cold as shit” He wanted to look away, but your cute face, laughing and red nosed from the cold, he couldn't look away from that. Your laughter died down, and you stared back at him with as much admiration. You loved his eyes, always have. And they looked even more beautifly with the blue water flowing under you. “Daryl” You whispered, leaning into him. He leaned down towards you, slowly. He stopped when he could feel your breath on his mouth. “(Y/N)”

You were about to throw caution into the air and kiss him, but was rudely interrupted when someone called both your names from the forest. Both of your heads snapped towards the sound and were met with a smirking Carol. “Sorry, did I interrupt you?” She was so smug. “Get out of here!” Daryl shouted trying to hide his blush from being caught. Both of you were supporting a heavy blush. “Take your time love birds! Just know that Rick has called for a meeting” Before Daryl could shout more at her, she ran back.

You both were sitting in the water, trying to comprehend what had happened. After some minutes, Daryl broke the silence. “We should head back” He didn't look back at you, just stood up and got out of the water. But after he threw his crossbow behind his back, he reached out his hand to you. And this time you let him help you up. “Just go ahead, i have to finish the rest of the washing”

“Nah, could be walkers here. I’m stayin’” You finished the washing in silence. When you both emerged from the forest and into the camp, all eyes were on you. This did not help the blushing issue. “We are invited to dinner in the house, so please, everyone, behave” Rick wasn't directly addressing you both, but you understood what he was saying.

Clean up and look presentable

You nodded at him and walked over to your tent. The wind had picked up, and the wet clothes were becoming colder. You started to shiver, and cursed yourself for deciding to wash your sweater and warmer clothes today. You started to hang up the wet clothes, but stopped when you felt something warm wrap around you. “Here, ya looked cold” Daryl's gruff voice came from behind you. You turned around to thank him, but he had already walked off. Leaving you with his poncho wrapped around your shivering body.

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