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soniaxdixon · 3 years

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New Series, pt. 1 - Until Now

A NEW SERIES Y’ALL. Okay, I’m so excited for this one. It’s a friends to lovers <3 I need help thinking of a title so let me know!!

Warnings: Swearing

y/n and Daryl grew up together before y/n left for college, not long after, the world ended and Daryl had already left their town. y/n finds Daryl at the bottom of the ravine on his search for Sophia. After bringing him back to his people, they welcome y/n with open arms allowing the romance between y/n and Daryl to flourish.

Word Count: 2120

You paced the woods trying to pick up on the trail of the deer you had been tracking, suddenly drawn from your thoughts by the sound of a horse and someone in pain. Without thinking, you ran towards the sound, stopping quickly as your body was almost thrown over the edge of a ravine.

“Shit” You mumbled as you tried to focus on the body that laid still down the bottom. You could see blood spilling around him and knew you had to be fast if you were going to help. You found your way down without too many injuries, a few cuts and bruises and a sprained ankle but nothing compared to this guy.

You walked closer, cautious as to if he was still alive or about to turn. Finally you were able to focus on his face. You threw yourself to the floor next to him.

“Holy shit, no fucking way. Daryl?” He didn’t respond as his body laid still. Your head flew to his chest to listen for a heart beat. You could hear one as well as feel the rise and fall of his chest. “Daryl wake up. It’s me. I need you to wake up. It’s y/n” You placed your head on his chest as he began to stir beneath you. Your head shot up as you looked down at his slowly opening eyes, they were as blue as you remembered.

“God first I’m seein’ Merle and now it’s you. How hard did I hit my damn head. Fuck.” He rubbed the back of his head and you chuckled, throwing your arms around him. His entire body went rigid at the contact. You were real.

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Daryl lifted the last of your stuff into the back of your car. “Ya promise to call me every damn day that ya gone.”

“Yes sir. I promise. I’ll miss you D but I’ll be back by Christmas.”

“Yeah I know.”

You stood up on your toes and placed a small kiss on his cheek, turning on your heels quickly so Daryl couldn’t see the shade of red your cheeks now were but the colour of his cheeks matched yours.

“Back by Christmas.” You muttered, loud enough so he could hear.

“Ya better be.”

You and Daryl had grown up together. You did everything together, knew everything about each other, well almost everything. You never told him that you loved him. He never admitted his love for you. The fear of ruining the friendship the two of you had overpowered any ideas of a confession of love. The day you left for college was one of the hardest days of Daryl’s life, watching you drive away and towards a future quite possibly without him in it broke him that day.

You hadn’t even made it home before the world went to shit, you never got to reunite with Daryl.

Until now.

Here you were, crouched down at the bottom of a ravine, the reunion you hadn’t exactly dreamt of but wanted for so long. Daryl’s body was bruised and broken with a bolt through his left side. “Daryl, come on. I need you to sit up so we can figure out whatever is happening here.”

Daryl forced himself to sit up, his breathing was ragged as he clenched his teeth. His hands held where the bolt had pierced his side. You gently placed your hands over his to move them, he flinched at the contact and then hissed in pain at his sudden movement.

“I need you to let me see, we need to pull it out so we can bind it properly.”

Daryl moved his hands away carefully as his eyes focused on you. You were certainly a welcomed distraction. How did you even find him? You were even more beautiful than he remembered, the way the light reflected off the water and bounced off your eyes, giving off a certain light themselves, the ones that could ignite the fire in his chest so instantly. He wondered if-

His thoughts were interrupted by you ripping the bolt through his side and proceeding to shove a piece of ripped cloth over the wound to limit the amount of blood loss.

“MOTHER FUCKING SHIT BASTARD!” He yelled before his brain could even process what was happening.

“There, that was easy right? Please tell me you have a camp around here, I hope you do because you need stitches and fast.” You slipped your belt off and wrapped it around his waist securing the cloth and again, limiting the blood flow even more.

“Yeah, I’m stayin on a farm.”

You and Daryl managed to make it up the sides of the ravine and made your way towards the farm. Daryl Was stumbling along, barely able to walk but pushing himself nonetheless. You stumbled as quickly as you could with your ankle now swelling to twice its usual size. The farm was now in sight as you walked slowly behind Daryl, hobbling along at your own pace. Four men ran towards you and Daryl as you froze. Daryl was still slightly ahead of you when a man pointed a gun at his head.

“Third time ya pointed that thing at me. Ya gonna pull the trigger?” Daryl yelled.

At the sudden realisation that Daryl was not a walker, the attention was on you, the gun now aimed at your head.

“She’s with me.”

BANG

You closed your eyes, did they just shoot you? No, there was no pain. Your eyes opened to see Daryl now on the floor. The man who held the gun began yelling “NO!”

shit, shit, shit. You dove on the floor, checking where he was shot, the bullet grazed his head. Two of the men lifted Daryl up and began hurriedly walking towards the farm. Adrenaline pumped through you as your focus was now on a woman who ran towards the six of you.

“Oh my God, is he dead?” She asked.

“You the one that shot him?” Your focus quickly on her.

“I thought he was a walker.”

You walked up to the girl, your hand balled in a fist as your swung hard into her left cheek, sending her to the floor. “Fucking dumbass.” You limped away, towards the farmhouse as she remained on the floor, clutching her face.

An old man ran out of the house. “Take him up to the spare room, I’ll get my kit.”

Daryl’s surgery was quick, a few stitches and some pain killers. Then the attention was on you again as you sat on the bed next to Daryl. Close but not close enough to be touching.

“Thank you for saving him, my name is Rick Grimes.” Rick extended his hand to shake yours.

“Y/n y/l/n and it’s no problem. When I saw it was Daryl, there was no way I was leaving him there.”

“You know Daryl?”

“We grew up together” Daryl interrupted.

You smiled at him. “I left for college just before everything went to shit, by the time I made it home, Daryl was gone.”

Daryl looked solely at you know. “If I knew ya’d be comin’ back to town, I would have waited for ya.”

“Daryl, I saw the state of our town, you were right to leave as soon as you could.” Your hand brushed his slightly before he pulled his hand away and up to his mouth, succumbing to his habit of chewing on the skin around his thumb.

Rick stood up from his chair, “I’m gonna go and get you guys some food, I’ll send Hershel back to look at your ankle, y/n”

“Thanks, Rick.”

Rick left the room leaving you and Daryl in there alone. You looked at the archer who was already looking up at you sending shivers down your spine. You reached gently towards his head, pushing his hair away from his bandage that wrapped around where the girl had shot him.

“Heard ya hit Andrea pretty hard.” Daryl chuckled.

“Yeah, I don’t know what came over me, I just, seeing you hurt and knowing she was the one that did it…”

“I know what ya mean, It’s like, remember when Johnny broke up with ya, back in high school?”

“Oh my God, yes, I was heart broken.”

“Ya remember how he came to school a couple of days later, with a broken nose and he said it was a-”

“A snowboarding accident. Yeah I remember.”

“Well it wasn’t, I went to his house that night, hit him square in the face, broke his nose and busted his lip in one hit.”

“Oh my God, Daryl.” You both laughed “He was such an asshole to me, I don’t know why I liked him so much.”

“Me neither, ya deserved so much better.” Your eyes locked with his as your hand moved from his hair down to his cheek. The tips of his ears burned red as you leaned down ever so slightly. His eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips.

Rick walked in with two plates of food, startling both you and Daryl, sending you off the bed and onto your bad ankle. You yelped in pain before sitting back down on the bed, both yours and Daryl’s cheeks flushing red.

“I uh, what was happening?” A slight smirk on Rick’s face

“Nothing!” You and Daryl responded in unison.

“Uhh, alright then, here’s your food, Hershel will be here in a sec to check your ankle.” Rick looked between the two of you, the smirk on his face grew.

You and Daryl ate your dinner in silence, pausing half way through your meal when Hershel, the old man, walked in. He examined your ankle and you winced.

“It’s not broken, just sprained, should heal itself soon but you should keep it elevated for the next couple of days. Unfortunately this is our only spare bed as Carl is in our other one.”

Daryl looked between you and Hershel “S’ okay, I’ll head back to my tent tonight.”

“Daryl, no. I can sleep on the chair, I’ll use the bed as a foot rest. It’ll be the best sleep I’ve had in a while, trust me.”

“I’ll let the two of you figure it out. Just keep it elevated.” Hershel left the room, leaving you and Daryl alone again.

“Take the bed, I’ll take the chair.” Daryl said as he tried to push himself out of the bed but struggled.

“You can hardly move, you take the bed, I’ll take the chair.”

“Nah, not happenin”

“I mean, we could both take the bed. If you’re okay with that.”

Daryl froze at your words. “It’s either that or I take the chair, Daryl.”

“Nah, I’ll move over, hold up.” Daryl shifted his body as close to the edge of the bed as he could. You moved yourself from your sitting position to under the covers, lying next to Daryl, far enough apart that you weren’t touching. Daryl reached over and flicked the lamp off as you got comfortable and closed your eyes. Your attempt to stifle a yawn didn’t work as you let the comfort of the bed surround you.

“Thanks for saving me.” Daryl mumbled.

“You would have done the same for me.”

It was true, he would go to the ends of the earth for you, do anything you asked him to. After all this time, his feelings for you never changed. Neither yours for him. You both fell asleep with ease, by the middle of the night you were tangled in each others arms.

You woke up as the first light settled in the room, you were definitely not in the position you had fallen asleep in, no, now your body was pressed up against his body, his arm was draped around you. Your stomach flipped with emotions. If it were up to you, you would stay in this position for eternity but what if he didn’t feel the same way. Surely he didn’t, the way he flinched every time you touched. But what about the moment the two of you shared last night. You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt him stir behind you slightly. You carefully removed his arm and pushed yourself back to the edge of the bed before he woke up.

He was already awake. He woke before you but remained still with his arm wrapped around you like he had always dreamt of. But when he felt you push away from him, he closed his eyes quickly and pretended to be asleep. You obviously didn’t want him touching you. Maybe you didn’t feel the same way about him. But what about the moment you shared last night?

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pleasancies · 3 years

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Look At Me

wordcount : 1k+

content : hand injury, caretaker turned whumper, reluctant whumper (?), bleeding, hero whumper, faux affectionate whumper, wound agitation

I'm not exactly sure what kind of whumper I'm writing here. She actually doesn't mind hurting whumpee to get what she wants but she has this surface level reluctance that will always be handwaved away by her own mental gymnastics. If anyone knows the exact tag for this kind of whumper please tell me. Tagging : @whumpmasinjuly

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Part 1

They are fucked. Sympath had tortured an innocent man. His blood flowed to Andrea's feet. Sympath had cut his hands with pain in mind. A full recovery would take months, maybe a staggering amount of hospital bills. Even so a portion of Kyle's dexterity will never be back. The public won't react well to this. Their hard work and reputation is in shambles.

Andrea turns her back from her mentor. The one who build her career, now had ruined it. She blinked away her tears as she came back with the medical kit. She lightly taps Kyle's shoulder, getting only a flinch as a response. From the corner of her eye, she saw Sympath's foot striding to the exit.

Good. This will make things easier.

"Kyle, look at me. I'm not gonna hurt you."

The man doesn't budge. He grew more tense, irritating the deep cuts on his hands. Kyle hissed in pain.

"Sympath's gone. Come on, let me help you."

She heard a shudder. Then Kyle looked up to him. Embarrasment clouding his cheeks.

"Don't be embarrased. You've been tortured. Hurts doesn't it?"

The man look away, muttering in agreement.

Andrea leaned closer. She took his arms. The sight of his hands was enough to make a grown man squirm. It wasn't just skin. Fine muscles were torn. Blood was soaking into his pants. He would need more than stitches.

Kyle grit his teeth as she poured clean water over his arm. His eyes were bloodshot and his face were puffy from crying. Andrea could see him trying to look nonchalant while she put pressure on his hands.

She brings his hand up, "Keep your hands above your heart. It'll slow the bleeding. Can you stand up?"

Kyle said yes. He stood, and his legs wobbled. He tried to hold on to the walls for balance, but his hands burst with nauseating pain. Andrea steadied him by the shoulders, much to his chagrin.

"Don't act so tough, Kyle. It's okay."

"I'm sorry. It's just, I should've tough it out. Act manly, you know? I froze back there like a chicken."

Andrea rolled her eyes. It's gonna be a long walk to her car. "It's fine."

"You hit your mentor with a chair for me. Thank you."

"I got no choice," Andrea said. Her voice was quiet. Heavy air weighing down her chest

"You weirdly remind me of my sister. She doesn't look like you of course, it's the body language."

Andrea didn't say anything. But her eyes were intently studying Kyle's battered face.

When they got to the car, Andrea realized she had forgotten her car keys. She went back to her office, finding Sympath holding on to it.

"Andrea. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"I know. It's been a hard month. But we went too far. Kyle might not be able to use his right hand ever again! I don't know what to do but to help him. What if he decides to sue us?"

"We could fix this," Sympath reached Andrea's face. "Look at me. Calm down. You're nice to him. That's good. You can gently coax him to stay quiet."

"He's hurt pretty bad."

"Try. You know the alternative is much brutal than this."

Kyle looked visibly relaxed around her. He didn't even notice her watching his interrogation until she yelled at Sympath to stop. To him, she just saved his ass. Andrea suspect he was even attracted to her. All the more reason for him to say yes.

They were halfway to the hospital when she asked the favor.

"Kyle, can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"Don't tell anyone about Sympath's behavior tonight."

Kyle was stunned. Blood drenched through the bandages.

"No, I can't do that. He tortured me, Andrea."

"But he's a hero. He was just stressed. You have to understand our town is in danger, he's desperate!"

"That's not an excuse!"

Andrea slammed the brakes. She raised her hand, and the realization she'd slapped him came after the faint sting on her hands.

"What do you want?" She choked, "Money? Connections? Contacts? I can give you that."

Kyle shook his head, "This isn't about money! God, how many people have you bribed this way?"

Andrea starts the car. White hot tears streamed down her face.

"Andrea! Look at me. Look at what he did to me! Even villains don't deserve this. He's a fucking monster, you can't let him get away." Kyle shoves his injured arm to Andrea's lap. It didn't land him another slap, no, the heroine pulled his wrist, squeezed his palm into a bloodied fist. It was late. Nobody heard Kyle or even see him half-crouching under the dashboard.

"He did it for a reason. None of you civilians will understand the kind shit we had to go through. The hard choices we make is why this city has a semblance of civility!"

Kyle groaned. Fucking bullshit. She's not his sister's therapist and she's sure as shit not his sixth grade english teacher. Andrea twist up his hands even further. He writhed under her, his vision blurring as the wound gape even wider.

"You fucking piece of shit!" Andrea spat. She went on, yelling all sort of abuse. She screamed until her throat were hoarse. Kyle making himself smaller underneath her.

"Look at what you did to us," She took on a tearful note. Her breath ragged from all the profanities she hurled a second ago. "You can't do this to me. I've worked so hard, if you tell anyone all of that is gone to waste."

Andrea wailed, mouthing sorry over and over. Yet her hands reached Kyle's chin, so close from grabbing his neck outright. She lift his face, letting him see the anguished face she wore. "Look at me. I'm begging you. Sympath is a drastic man. This isn't the worst he could do. Please, just shut up. Don't tell the media about this, okay? Don't ruin our career."

Kyle nods, as if he has any choice.

Part 3

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