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The Archer Finds a Soulmate 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

girl dad!daryl dixon x fem!reader

a/n: this idea was offered by @yummymeee !! was trying to find fluffy daryl prompts and this one stuck with me.

summary: Daryl is a father of a young girl and has always had trouble trusting new people. When he meets you, everything changes.

warnings: none really, typical twd stuff, just some angst and fluff at the end :)

Daryl Dixon was left raising a child in the apocalypse. He didn't expect to find himself taking care of a baby all by himself after the mother of his child ended up hiding it from him, and on her death bed begging Daryl to keep the baby safe. Of course, Daryl would love his baby girl till the day he died. She was the light of his life. She was the only thing left in this cruel world that reminded him of what made life worth living.

Five years after the start of the apocalypse, Daryl was extremely lucky to have been part of a large community that actually showed not only him, but his little girl, charity and companionship. All he wished for was a safe home and chance for his daughter to grow up happy. Because he never got to have a happy childhood himself, it almost felt imperative for him to manifest his own happiness and prosperity by giving his own kid that opportunity.

"Jasmine! Get outta that pile'a crap and c'mere!"

The five-year-old girl lay on her back in mound of dirt and leaves, swishing her arms and legs back and forth. "Daddy, look! I'm making a dirt angel!"

Daryl scoffed as he peered over at his daughter, who was collecting bits of leaves and sticks and dirt in her hair and probably covering every inch of the fabric of her outfit. An outfit that Carol had recently washed, because it originally got stained with orange juice and pudding. Unfortunately little predicaments like that were bound to happen to any little kid. It didn't bother Daryl, he just didn't want to put more of a burden on Carol.

Daryl stood up from the log he was sitting on, setting the dead rabbit he was working on skinning to the side. "Jas! Ya want food or not?" He called out, waving the playful child over to him. She perked her head up at him, her dark curly hair now decorated with bits of colorful leaves and sticks, almost making her hair look like a Christmas tree in some way. The child obeyed and jumped up from the ground, shaking off the dirt that layered her clothing. And of course, they needed to be washed again.

Joining her father by the fire, Jasmine plopped down on the log across from him and simpered at him. He smiled back after examining her youthful grin and spotting the smeared dirt on her face. "Ya got dirt on yer face, silly girl. Here, wipe yer hands and face with this." He handed her a towel, one that was adorned with pink and purple flowers. She loved that little beach towel. She snatched it out of her father's hands and hastily rubbed it all over her face and hands, then tossing it on the ground. Daryl sighed in distress.

"How many more things of yers we gotta ask Carol to wash?"

"We're outside, daddy. There is dirt, and you say dirt makes us dirty. So it's got to make everything else dirty, right?" Her enthusiasm never failed to make him grin and forget what he was even upset at her about.

"A'ight, watch me, ready?" Daryl grabbed the dead rabbit and continued skinning it, making sure Jasmine was watching him. Her face contorted in disgust.

"I don't wanna do that, daddy! It's gross and it hurts the rabbit."

He ignored her complaining and continued skinning it. "It's dead already. Didn't feel any pain, I promise," he reassured the child. "I just needed to show ya how yer dad makes yer all-time favorite food: rabbit stew."

The little girl shook her head. "No, my favorite food is Carol's cookies, and the Kingdom's cobbler!"

Daryl rolled his eyes, finishing up skinning the rabbit and then sticking it on a stick and placing it over the fire. Throughout their meal, Daryl told her about the time he first ever had to eat rabbit, and how he was around her age. His daughter was always absolutely thrilled to hear stories, especially from her father. She admired him more than he realized. And she looked forward to every Thursday afternoon, because that's when Daryl took her out for walks in the woods, pointing out various plants and showing her how to differentiate between animal tracks and walker tracks. Of course, she was too young to fully understand everything he taught her, but it made him more comfortable knowing that she was learning early on.

Some nights Daryl lay awake, tossing and turning only to say "fuck it" and go out in the woods where he could ease his mind, while his daughter was already fast asleep in the room across the hall. He loved being alone in the woods; just him and no one else to disturb him for a few hours.

However, one night he ended up acquiring company from an unexpected individual: you. Daryl didn't know very much about you, besides the fact that you joined Alexandria not too long after he and his group did. You were quiet and reserved, always keeping to yourself and never being found in large crowds because you were always more content when alone. Daryl often found himself following you into the woods to see what you even did out there, but you were just too quick to spy on. And truthfully, you were afraid of Daryl. You had seen how similar he was to you in some ways; his love for nature and serenity and the comfort of being isolated from the loudness of the community you lived in. You observed him going into the woods and not coming back out for hours, just as you did. He ended up becoming a valued member of Alexandria as he helped Aaron recruit new members to the community. He was becoming more outspoken than you, and that seemed to make you nervous.

Tonight, curiosity got the best of you and you decided to go and see what it was that Daryl the archer father did late at night in the woods, all alone.

Daryl did not anticipate anyone to be as good of a tracker as he was, especially in the dark of night. But being the daughter of a hunter father ended up advantaging you with that skill. So when he heard footsteps and prepared to send an arrow flying and landing between the eyes of a walker, but ended up being face to face with you, he was surprised to say the least.

"Hey, um, Daryl right?" Your flashlight beamed onto his face, and he squinted. "Sorry," you turned it off and shoved it in your pocket, "I just, um...I always see you out here, and I'm always out here, so..."

"So what?" Daryl wasn't in the mood for visitors, especially not annoyingly beautiful women such as yourself. You made him nervous.

Daryl kicked the dirt around with his feet, not looking up at you as you continued to speak to him. "Look, I'm not really a people person, and you probably want nothing to do with me because I never talked to you before...but I–" you stopped to look down at the dirt and shuffle your feet in it as well, involuntarily mimicking Daryl. "I dunno, I just need a friend, I think."

You could feel Daryl's eyes on you now, the glow of the small fire illuminating his auburn hair and the specks of hair on his beard. You swallowed hard, becoming a nervous wreck under his hard gaze. "Why me?" Was all he managed to say after studying your face. You finally made eye contact with him after mustering up the courage to do so. He had pretty eyes.

"Because I think we're alike in a lot of ways." You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and leaned against the thick tree beside you. "And honestly, you're one of the only people I know of that has better tracking skills than me," you added, voice soft and unsure. Unsure of what the mysterious man in front of you was thinking. It seemed like he had so much going on in his head all the time, and that's because he did. His thoughts raced, thoughts about you and how pretty you looked under the sparkling fire and why the hell you were talking to a loser single dad like him.

But you didn't see him like that. You were intimidated by him – always have been, except this time he intimidated you in a way you never expected. He made you want to open up to him, because you could tell now that he was just like you. You went your whole life never wanting to be seen by anyone, but Daryl changed that.

Daryl's lack of words left you in your thoughts once again. What if that was his sign for you to scram? What if he hated you? What if he thought you were a fucking creep for sneaking up on him in the middle of the night in the woods? You couldn't handle the fear of rejection so you took matters into your own hands.

Sighing in defeat, you turned on your heal and started for the other direction back to Alexandria, until you were abruptly stopped in your tracks.

"Wait."

Daryl did not wish for you to leave. He believed you. You were like him. "Ya wanna come hunting?"

Your eyes lit up in elation, and you smiled at him. "Yeah, I'd love to."

After a only a few weeks, you and Daryl became friends. He properly introduced you to his daughter Jasmine, who when meeting you for the first time told you, "You're pretty!" It melted your heart. Yours and Daryl's friendship grew drastically from then on. You respected him a lot, as he did you. The two of you were able to teach each other things about nature and hunting that the other had no clue about; you taught Daryl which herbs were best for different things, and he taught you how to shoot with a crossbow. Of course, your bow and arrow and your dagger were just enough for you already, but it pleased you to know that Daryl actually wanted to teach you.

Soon enough it was evident that you and Daryl were growing a deeper connection than the two of you originally anticipated. But somehow you weren't scared of it. You felt content around him, and it was clear that he felt that way about you, too.

"Jasmine!" Daryl called out, frantically searching the woods for his pesky little daughter. The sun was setting over the tree line ahead of him, clouds painted orange and pink. It was going to be dark soon, and he had no idea where his daughter had run off to.

Daryl found his feet moving on their own, eyes shifting around his surroundings while he attempted to track the footsteps of his daughter. "Jas! C'mon let's go!" Suddenly the sound of a twig snapping filled the air. His heartbeat quickened, and his paternal instincts kicked in. He raced toward the sound, crossbow at the ready.

He was just about ready to shoot whatever was hiding behind the tree but when he saw you walking with Jasmine he stopped in his tracks, lowering his weapon. You and Jasmine both glanced up at him simultaneously, and the little girl ran up to her father and hugged him. A sigh of relief overcame him as he bent down to hug her back. You beamed down at the two of them, admiring how touching the sight was.

"Where were ya?" Daryl stood back up, moving his focus between both you and his daughter. You could tell he was trying his hardest to stay calm, but the fact that his daughter was running off in the woods without him made him feel uneasy and on edge.

"Don't worry, I found her by a stream back there. She told me she wanted to learn how to catch frogs," you reassured him. He grinned and looked down at the girl, who was carrying a red bucket full of croaking amphibians.

"Look how many I caught, daddy!" She lifted the bucket up to Daryl and he peered into it. "Well someone's a professional frog catcher now, ey?" He teased.

The three of you reached the gates and Jasmine hurriedly ran down the street to the other kids outside. You smiled and turned to Daryl, who was already staring at you. You blushed and looked down at your feet.

"Sorry, I should have told you she was with me. She just seemed so excited and I couldn't say no, so–"

"Nah. Don't need to apologize," he interrupted, reaching his hand up to brush a strand of hair out of his face. "I, uh, thank you, fer watchin' her."

A gentle breeze drifted through your hair and you brushed stray strands out of your face, all the while Daryl shifted his weight and gathered the pith to express his feelings at that moment. He needed to get it off his chest.

Your doe eyes only impelled him further.

"Uh..." his anxious eyes finally met your passionate ones. "I think Jas might enjoy having ya over fer dinner t'night."

This time you tittered, nodding your head enthusiastically. "If this is your way of wanting more of my company, just say it, Daryl." Your face muscles seriously ached from smiling so hard. "I... I like you. And I would love to come over, honestly, any time."

Daryl's face flushed a shade of pink you'd never seen on him before. It made you giddy. "I like ya too."

That moment felt so cliche – it felt like you and Daryl were part of a silly teenage romcom film. But you two earned that cliche moment. You were surprisingly capable of harvesting a healthy connection with someone who really meant a lot to you.

The magnetic pull between the two of you grew stronger and stronger, reeling your body closer to his. Your hand instinctively brushed against his, making Daryl's insides mushy.

A smirk ran across yours lips and you grabbed Daryl's hand firmly. "C'mon, let's go make some food for tonight."

That evening you cooked venison stew for Daryl and his daughter, by gratitude of the huge buck Daryl scored earlier that morning. Secretly you loved to cook, but you'd only ever cook for someone who was special to you; back in the day you'd always cook for your father after he'd go out hunting and bring back game that gave you an opportunity to create a mouth-watering recipe. Today, that special someone was Daryl. You truly believed he deserved a decent meal from you after everything he'd done for you. He won your trust and respect – even more so your love.

"Thank you."

Daryl was sprawled out on the couch, staring up at you as you had finished cleaning up the dishes. He had already tucked Jasmine into bed up stairs, afterward coming back down to gawk at you.

You wiped your hands on a towel and set it on the counter, turning your attention the the comfortable man on the couch. "No need to thank me. I wanted to cook for you." You joined him on the couch, drowning in the soft cushion and taking in the homey vibe of his living room.

He sat up, turning his body toward you. That expression was painted on his face again – the one that told you he was doubting himself, or that he was trying really hard to articulate his emotions. You took his hands in yours, a decision that caught Daryl by surprise. "You don't need to doubt yourself anymore. I know what you're feeling, trust me."

Your reassurance kindled the spark of courage Daryl so desperately needed. It was as if you were his god, his creator – the one to send him the message from the sky to tell him it was his time to listen to his heart. And so he did.

The archer's rough, calloused fingers traced shapes over the dry skin of your hands. Your gaze melted him like plastic by the fire, and the words your spoke to him spilled from your lips like a prayer.

"Kiss me, Daryl."

Carefully Daryl parted his lips while searching your face for any uncertainties; there were none. And so he kissed you. He kissed you like you were a porcelain doll, suppressing his strength as to not break you. He wanted this kiss to last forever, and so did you.

Daryl trusted his gut that you were the one for him, and boy was that the best decision he ever made right there and then.

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ssa-montgomery · 3 years

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Playlists

Hi there I make way too many playlists for shows I enjoy so I thought I'd share them here for all of you to hopefully enjoy too! I'm actively adding to a lot of them so they will be regularly updated :D

Grey's Anatomy

it's a beautiful day to save lives. - A general Grey's Anatomy playlist

nothing is worse than missing an opportunity that could have changed your life. - An Addison Montgomery playlist

I just want someone to need me as much as I need them because I'm always the one who loves more. - An Addison/Mark, Addison/Derek playlist set in the affair era in New York

what a plot twist you were. - An Addison/Meredith playlist

if you love someone, you tell them. - A Mark Sloan playlist

Criminal Minds

wheels up in 30. - A general Criminal Minds playlist

I know what the world can do to a girl who only sees beauty in it. - An Emily Prentiss playlist

sit down and shut up. - An Aaron Hotchner playlist

you, my fine furry friends, are welcome. - A Penelope Garcia playlist

this is calm, and it's doctor. - A Spencer Reid playlist

I am constantly surprised by the longing for you that never quiets. - A Jemily playlist

talk to me baby girl. - A Derek Morgan playlist

I never told you what I should have said. - A Hotchniss playlist

the unsub, or unknown subject. - An Unsub playlist

Supernatural

family don't end in blood. - A general Supernatural playlist

the very touch of you corrupts. - A Destiel playlist

driver picks the music. shotgun shuts his cakehole. - A Dean Winchester playlist

if you can't stand the heat, get out of hell. - A Rowena Macleod playlist

Hannibal

betrayal and forgiveness, are best seen as something akin to falling in love. - A Hannigram playlist

killing must feel good to god too, he does it all the time and are we not created in his image? - A Hannibal Lecter playlist

Arcane

it's been real, cupcake. - A Vi playlist

oil and water, wasn't meant to be. - A Piltovers Finest playlist

Detroit: Become Human

i'm the android sent by cyberlife. - A general Detroit: Become Human playlist

Resident Evil Village

rest while you can, because I will hunt you, and I will break you. - A Lady Dimitrescu playlist

Stranger Things

friends don't lie. - A general Stranger Things playlist

The Umbrella Academy

"get up, we're going." "where?" "to save the world." "oh is that all?" - A general The Umbrella Academy playlist

Lucifer

ain't no rest for the wicked. - A general Lucifer playlist

The Walking Dead

we are the walking dead. - A general Walking Dead playlist

damaged people are dangerous. they know how to survive. - A Daryl Dixon playlist

little pig, little pig, let me in. - A Negan playlist

I ain't nobody's bitch. - pov: getting railed by Daryl Dixon.

Once Upon A Time

the queen is dead, long live the evil queen. - An Evil Queen/Regina Mills playlist

Shadowhunters

for shadowhunters, the descent into hell is easy. - A general Shadowhuters playlist

Moods/Miscellaneous

am I a villain in your story? - A playlist to make you feel like the villain of the story

I feel like a side character watching my own story play out. - A playlist for when you feel like the side character

live like your the main character of the story. - A playlist for when you feel like the main character

girls like girls like boys do. - A playlist for the sapphic vibes

two souls don't find each other by simple accident. - A playlist for romantic/fluffy feelings

the worst possible yearning is missing the person who is standing next to you. - A playlist for the yearning

you are too young to feel like you're running out of time. - A playlist for when you're feeling angsty

they were utterly intoxicated by each other. - A playlist for smutty vibes

I want to break things. - A playlist for when you're feeling angry

it's a pirates life for me. - A playlist for pirate vibes

you say witch like it's a bad thing. - A playlist for witchy vibes

this is halloween. - A playlist for those spooky Halloween vibes

you'll never know how you broke my heart. - A playlist for when you've had your heartbroken

"they hate each other." "no they don't, not really." - A playlist for the Enemies to Lovers vibes

money, money, money must be funny in the rich man's world. - A playlist for being a rich mistress/mafia plotline

the ropes have been unbound, I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground. - A playlist of songs that make me feel like a feral animal

music is a window to the soul. - A playlist of songs that make me feel a little too seen

oh i'm sorry, did you forget I was better than you? - A playlist of songs that give me a god complex

somebody come get her, she's dancing like a stripper. - A playlist of songs that make me want to dance like a stripper

i'm not interested in being polite or heterosexual. - A playlist for Pride 2022

heavy is the head that wears the crown. - A dark royalty playlist

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you, take me back to the night we met. - A best friends to enemies to lovers trope playlist

though we don't share the same blood you're my brother and I love you that's the truth. - A found family trope playlist

distance means nothing when someone means everything. - A playlist for long-distance relationships.

you've just found religion, nothing more dangerous than that. - songs that describe love or sex as worship or devotion to a lover in the ways of religious undertones.

something in the orange tells me we're not done. - For when you meet the right person, at the wrong time.

"black sabbath, motörhead, metallica, it's the greatest hits of the mullet rock." - The best of dad rock over the years.

you don't think I know what you've done, but when you call me baby, I know i'm not the only one. - For when you'll never quite know the truth, but you know enough.

it's always have and never hold, you've begun to feel like home. - Songs that sound like they're about a break up but are really about losing your comfort show / comfort character.

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my-mt-heart · 3 years

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Fact #1 Connie and Daryl are not getting together. She is a break in the chain of loss and tragedy both Daryl and Carol are used to going through. Period.

Fact #2 Leah is not pregnant, at least not by Daryl. It is amazing where people's mind can take them when they indulge their thoughts too much. Leah represents someone who actually is bound to her past and can't let go, juxtapose to Carol who to her own surprise can and will. Just like Merle was the doomed Dixon brother and Daryl got a second chance. Caryllels and Parallels always.

Fact #3: Daryl has let go of Leah. Listen, that fight Caryl had at the end of Find Me? Very telling. Daryl STILL listened to Carol. She said that he needs to stop thinking that everytime someone is gone that it's his fault. Daryl is very sentimental. Objects and people have meaning for him. That knife he gave to Carol because he is listening to her like he always has. He is letting go of that perception it was his fault Leah left.

Fact #4 Even at the end of Diverged, Daryl was still waiting and listening out for Carol. Look at Seasons 2, 5, 7, 9 and 10 in particular. All of them have very overt clues that Daryl is WAITING for Carol. AK has surely rewatched episodes regarding the Caryl ship. Everything she has written so far she didn't just pull out of her thin air. Everything she writes has context. Are we going to be lazy viewers and not look for context? Go ahead. But I know me and @my-mt-heart will watch for clues and narrative context.

Fact #5 Daryl and Carol have a spinoff. No one is going to take that away. Robert Kirkman also confirmed that the Daryl and Carol spinoff production will start as they get closer to the end of season 11.

Fact #6 If you think Daryl and Carol are not going to get cozy with one another in said spinoff, that deserves all my laughs. No way a man who associates this woman with hope and love, and Carol who literally dreams of him, thinks he is the best man and looks to him when she needs comfort, are not going to cuddle, nuzzle, hug, sleep in the same bed, hold each other if the other gets sick (they ate something bad or have a cold), do some serious level flirting and take care of each other, etc.. assuming they are not canon.

Fact #7 TWD is closing up so many storylines in season 11, INCLUDING the angsty one with these two since freakin' season 4/5 so they actually have new territory to explore in their relationship and friendship for the spinoff. Seriously, that's a fact. Any halfway decent television writer knows that's what going on here.

I agree wholeheartedly. To fact #6, I’ll just add that I think it’s more likely than not they’ll shift into romantic territory by the end of S11, then maybe explore it in more depth in the spinoff.

#caryl #caryl positivity #caryl is endgame #caryl spinoff #twd #twd season 11

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scramblingminds · 6 years

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@usero-o this was just such a cute prompt, thank you for trusting me with it. I hope I did it justice! Enjoy :)

Warnings: Teenage boy with a crush, nuff said lol? Seriously, it’s just angsty fluff. Rated T.

Crush

Carl hadn't meant to let it slip, to reveal the little secret he had been harboring for months. Pretty much since he and Enid decided they were better as friends since she was staying at Hilltop and he was back in the rebuilt Alexandria. The infatuation happened suddenly, just as quickly as the man moved into his home. Jesus moving to Alexandria wasn't a surprise, with his and Daryl's relationship it made sense. Some people followed someone they loved while others learned maybe they hadn't really cared for her that way.

Carl was shocked by the crush as it developed, like overnight or came to life with the sleep rumbled man at the dining table the next morning. All Carl knew was that Jesus was amazing and his heart kicked up a notch just being around him. He didn't think that made him gay or anything, sexuality was more fluid than that. He knew he had liked Enid but now he just liked Jesus, simple.

Carl didn't plan to ever let it be known though. Jesus lived with him, in his dad's house in the same room as his boyfriend. That boyfriend being none other than Daryl Dixon, so Carl was not opening that can of worms. He was content to just admire Jesus from afar and joke around with him like a buddy.

That what had Carl watching Jesus give a self-defense lesson. Jesus was stripped of his coat and vest, in just cargoes and sleeveless undershirt. Carl watched his arms as he showed a few basic blocks and jabs, some crucial kicks and where to place them. Carl glanced over as someone plopped down where he sat in the grass on the other side of the little clearing.

Daryl was covered in sweat and some blood was spattered up his forearms. He had just got back from a hunt, clearly having gutted the animal before joining Carl. As Carl got older Daryl had started feeling like more of a real buddy and less like an uncle figure. They could joke and Daryl even told him jokes he learned from Merle that got him both rolling and blushing. It was a nice feeling, like he was more than just a kid to the man and he didn't want to screw that up.

They sat in silence watching Jesus partner everyone up to spar, his eyes glancing over and spotting Daryl. A smile cut through his serious teacher façade and he waved over at Daryl. Daryl lifted his hand in a salute, smirking as Jesus winked at him before going back to his lesson. Carl wished he had been the cause of so much joy on the ninjas face.

After a while the group started asking to learn some more complex moves and Jesus laughed. He explained that they had to learn the basics first, how to stop a punch before moving to anything harder. A few of them rallied that they were ready and Jesus shook his head looking over at Tobin, "Would you mind helping me with a demonstration?"

Tobin smiled uneasily, "Okay?"

"I won't hurt you, promise. All you have to do is try to block me. If you do, I'll teach everyone some more moves. If not, we'll call it a day here. Deal?" Jesus looked around to the who cheered until Tobin agreed.

Jesus set them up a few yards apart. Their size difference was almost comical if Carl didn't already know just how capable the smaller man was. Jesus told him could do whatever he needed to defend himself, strike or just block or whatever. When Tobin nodded he was ready Jesus moved. He closed the distance in barely a second.

Tobin threw what would have been a nice jab, had it landed. Jesus ducked it, rolling forward onto his hands. His legs swung up, knees hooking over Tobin's shoulders before the man could process what was happening. Using just the strength of his legs and core Jesus sat up, balanced on the man's shoulders making everyone gasp. Tobin barely let out a yelp before Jesus clenched his thighs as he spun his torso toward the ground.

Tobin was flung off his feet, Jesus making sure to land so his own back took the impact of the fall not Tobin's neck like it should have. Tobin still let out a strangled gasp as Jesus quickly pulled his legs back and rolled to his feet, hand coming to Tobin's back to ensure he was alright. The larger man started laughing, "That scared the shit outta me."

Jesus laughed too and everyone decided they weren't ready to move up in class just yet. Carl's jaw was hanging at the move, it had happened in just a matter of seconds. Jesus was a freaking force to be reckoned with. Carl glanced over to see Daryl in a similar state, eyes dazed as he mumbled probably more to himself, "I'm terrified yet aroused."

"Me too." Carl didn't realize he said it out loud until Daryl's head slowly turned so he could stare at him.

Carl wished the ground would just open up and swallow him as Daryl blinked a few times before those piercing eyes lowered into a squint, "Excuse me?"

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Daryl was drumming his nails on the wooden table top, Rick next to him and Carl sitting across from them both. Daryl had practically snatched the boy up from the ground, dragging him home where thankfully only his father was. He then sat Carl down at the table and tugged Rick next to him. This was something they all needed to discuss.

"So...?" Rick cocked an eyebrow at Carl, waiting to be enlightened about the cause of this impromptu meeting.

Carl glanced at Daryl who just tapped harder, hoping that would make the kid spit it out. Carl sighed, rolling his eye before mumbling, "I have a crush."

"Oh?" Rick's eyebrows went even higher on his forehead and Daryl grunted kicking the kid under the table.

"On Jesus." Carl whispered, face going red at the confession.

Rick made a noise in the back of his throat, head tilting as he took in that information, "Oh!"

Daryl snorted at the reaction, Rick turned to give him a look pleading for help. Daryl gave it, "Since when?"

Carl shrugged, "A few months."

"So, since he's been living here?" Daryl asked, remembering Paul taking distance out of their long-distance relationship. Carl nodded and Daryl waited for Rick to finish processing all this.

Rick nodded slowly, "Are you sure this is a real 'crush'?"

"I don't know." Carl shrugged again.

"I know he's pretty, son," Daryl and Carl shared a look before staring at Rick like he lost his mind, "But that isn't really liking someone."

"It isn't like that, dad," Carl shook his head, "It's more than his looks. He's really smart, and strong. He's capable and a badass."

Daryl felt his neck go warm, those were very similar to the reason's Daryl loved the ninja. The passion on Carl's face as he spoke of Paul was so genuine. The boy clearly had some feelings there but Daryl wasn't convinced.

"But are ya sure this is a crush and not just admiration?" Daryl asked and Rick nodded in agreeance.

Carl paused, clearly thinking this over and Rick cleared his throat, "Is it more of some hero worship or do you want to be romantically involved with Jesus?"

Carl's eye went wide, clearly thinking about that second option before shaking his head, "I don't know, I don't think so but I like him a lot, dad."

Rick sighed, "Okay, son, it's alright."

Daryl wouldn't have minded Carl having a little crush, it's not like it would come to anything. He just figured the boy needed to talk this out, like Daryl wished he'd had coming up. Daryl knew a lot of people had eyes on Jesus, the man was perfection on every level. Even if Daryl was a bit biased.

"You're not mad, Daryl?" Carl's eye was full of worry, like Daryl might hate him now.

"Nah, of course not," Daryl reached over to slap Carl on the arm, "Just didn't want any tension and thought it was better to get all our cards on the table."

Carl nodded, relief all over his face as the door opened and Paul came in. Daryl knew he was a little shit at heart because he couldn't help what he said next, "Hey, Paul, guess who has a crush on ya?"

Paul rolled his eyes good naturedly, "You don't have to keep telling me, we're pretty much married, babe."

"Ha-ha, not me," Daryl deadpanned before point at Carl making him squeak, "This man, right here."

Paul looked down at Carl, watching his face go red and he ducked into himself, Rick punching Daryl on the arm with a chuckle. Paul stared for a moment before leaning down to throw his arms around Carl's shoulders, "Awww, that's so cute!"

"Oh god," Carl buried his burning face in his hands as Paul petted his hair making cooing noises that were so over the top Daryl and Rick were in stitched. Carl knew it was all in good fun, even smiling as he groaned, "I hate y'all."

#desus #darus #carl grimes #carl has a crush #angsty fluff #twd #prompt fill #this is just cuteness

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"Marry me." (A Walking Dead ficlet, Caryl).

So. This was meant to be some cute, self-soothing fluff of sorts because I've had a seriously rough week, but things took a bit of an angsty turn because reasons.

Anyway. This is a non-ZA AU in which Carol and Daryl grew up as childhood friends. The ending is kind of cliffhanger-ish because this little story seed is desperately trying to germinate into something else altogether and I just might let it if inspiration and interest coincide. That said, I think I'll wait about posting it on 9L until I make my final decision.

Enjoy and let me know what you think. Worthy of a continuation or not?

“Marry me.”

Carol nearly dropped the plate in her hands. “What…what did you just say?”

Picking nervously at his thumb nail, Daryl refused to meet her eyes, instead studying the double knotted laces of his work worn boots, the checkered pattern of her kitchen floor, anywhere else really than at her. “You heard what I said,” he muttered.

“I heard you,” she confirmed after a moment, her mind still reeling and her equilibrium dangerously off-balance. Her best friend had just proposed to her—her sweet, socially challenged, romantically stunted best friend, and she just couldn’t wrap her brain around what had just happened. So, she finished drying the plate she was holding and put it away in the cupboard with the rest of their Sunday dinner dishes, taking the time to carefully mull over her words. But it seemed there wasn’t a handbook for this sort of situation filed away in her subconscious. “I heard you. It’s just…why?”

Cheeks pink and voice soft and gravel-laced, Daryl mustered up a fumbling explanation. “Heard you talkin’ with ‘Chonne. She said…”

Comprehension dawned on her, and her heart did a little twisting somersault behind her ribs. “My chances of winning sole custody of Sophia would be better if I could provide her with a loving, two-parent home. You were eavesdropping.”

“Didn’t mean to,” he admitted shyly. “Ain’t the point, though. Point is, that asshole don’t deserve that little girl.” His voice gained strength with the conviction of his belief in what he was saying, and that confidence had him standing tall and brave across from her, his blue eyes glittering and intense. “Just wants her for ‘ppearances. Same reason he went out and got himself a new wife ‘fore the ink done dried on your divorce papers.”

Carol couldn’t deny the truth in what he was saying; she didn’t even bother. Hugging her arms tight around herself, she did, however, remind him of another part of the conversation he hadn’t yet mentioned. “If you heard us talking, you know my feelings about the situation.”

His bravado deflated somewhat, and his thumb gravitated to his mouth. “Yeah,” he answered gruffly. “Think it’s bullshit, too. Don’t mean the judge will, though.”

He wasn’t wrong. God knows the King County court of law had never treated him or his kin favorably and the odds certainly weren’t in her favor. She didn’t need Michonne to tell her that. But a part of her, that long dormant, recently reawakened independent streak, bristled fiercely at the notion that, one way or another, she needed a man to validate that she was qualified to raise her own child. Lost in her own head, she didn’t immediately respond to him, and she didn’t realize how badly he’d misread her silence until his shoulders slumped completely and he started talking himself down.

“Ain’t exactly husband material,” he mumbled. “Still ain’t figured out what you seen in me all those years ago. Weren’t nothin’ but a skinny kid that got picked on for bein’ poor as dirt and a Dixon to boot. Still ain’t much of nothin’.”

Her throat grew tight because here he was, one the best people she’d ever known, and he still had no idea of his own value as a person. “Don’t say that,” she all but begged. “Don’t. You’re good as gold, and anybody’d be lucky to have you.”

He grunted and ducked his head, his dark blond bangs falling across his furrowed forehead. “Just not you.”

“Daryl, we don’t even love each other like that.” Even as she said it, a tiny part of Carol protested, calling her out on the lie because once upon a time fifteen-year-old her used to dream about such a moment, fantasized herself Mrs. Daryl Dixon. But he was who he was, always would be, and she didn’t want to change him so she took what she could get: his unwavering friendship. Twenty-five-year-old her didn’t feel all that different. The relationship they’d built over the years, from childhood to young adulthood, was precious to her. Could she really jeopardize it over something so selfish as her desire to keep her baby girl out of her ex-husband’s clutches? She swallowed back her building tears as she watched him bend to scoop up Sophia’s kitten and cradle it against his broad chest with tender hands.

Absently, Daryl scratched between the little calico’s ears and it purred loudly and started kneading at his arm with tiny sharp claws, content in its comfortable perch while he considered her words. “Maybe not,” he finally said. “Don’t mean I can’t keep you and ‘Phia safe. Maybe even make you happy.”

“What about you?” she gently reasoned.

He merely shrugged and quirked a self-deprecating smile at her. “Ain’t so important.”

“Don’t,” she scolded with a shake of her head, lifting her hands to tuck her hair behind her ears. She huffed when a stubborn red curl escaped anyway and tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, fretting, “I can’t believe we’re really having this conversation.”

“It really that crazy?” he challenged. “Idea of you and me? Know we could make this work. Get that piece of shit off your back and keep ‘Phia where she belongs. With you.”

“You know it won’t ever be that simple,” Carol sighed. “This is Ed we’re talking about.”

“Ain’t nothin’ been easy in my life ‘cept you.”

“Thanks,” she muttered wryly. “I think.”

“Know what I mean,” he groused, tickling his blunt, oil stained nails beneath the kitten’s chin when it nuzzled deeper into his careful embrace. He searched her face for several seconds before letting out a long exhalation of his own. “Just forget I said anything. Fool idea in the first place.”

“Daryl.” She reached out for him and found her hands full of a dismayed feline for her troubles, its plaintive mewls just as pitiful sounding as her own protests as she followed him through her kitchen and into the living room where Sophia’s movie still played in a loop on the television screen, her preschooler long since passed out beneath the coffee table. “I don’t…it’s just…there has to be another way.”

He paused in the act of shrugging on his leather jacket, stopping in front of her door. “’Sides writin’ Dixon at the end of your name, you mean?”

“That’s not…stop putting words in my mouth.” She frowned. “You’re not being fair here, blindsiding me with something like this. This…this is crazy.”

“Yeah. Yeah,” Daryl nodded to himself, his pride clearly wounded. “Reckon it is.” Pulling his jacket snug over his shoulders, he zipped it up and reached for the door. The lines of hurt etched into his handsome face only deepened when he cast one last glance at the little girl curled up all tight and sweet with her favorite blanket. “Tell her I’ll do my best to make it to her game this week. Can’t make no promises, but I’ll try.”

“Daryl,” Carol tried, one last time, but she knew it was no use because he was already on his way down her porch steps into the dark night.

“Tell ‘er I said good luck.”

#The Walking Dead #Caryl fanfiction #Caryl #Carol x Daryl #stuff that I write #AU #Sophia Peletier #things that make me smile and cry

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ao3feed-darus · 6 years

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Forever

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2jd5ivg

by VBabe16

Tumblr Prompts! 2 in 1! the Prompts were " I would like a fluffy fic with jealous and/or insecure Paul who thinks Daryl is cheating. But in reality he's planning a romantic surprise for their anniversary. I'm thinking dancing lessons?" and "Now I'm sitting here staring at my screen as I try to come up with a decent promt. I can't decide between fluff, angst or a wedding proposal. So I decided I'll just be greedy than. Woukd you please write a angsty fic that has a fluffy ending and throw in a wedding?"

Here it is beautifuls!

Words: 3916, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV), The Walking Dead & Related Fandoms

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Daryl Dixon, Paul Rovia, Tara Chambler, Rosita, Maggie Greene

Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Paul Rovia

Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompts, Angst, Arguing, Surprises, Secrets, Daryl learns to dance, Kissing, Dancing, Proposals, Weddings

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2jd5ivg

#ao3feed #fanfic #darus #jeryl #darylxjesus #jesusxdaryl #desus

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officergrimes-daddydixon · 7 years

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Masterlist

RICK X READER

make up sex

angst

romantic smut

very fluffy rick

first time

rough sex

daddy kink

smuttttt

rick x reader x daryl

hot and bothered

Get on your knees!

Daddy

DARYL X READER

daryl comforts reader after line-up with Negan

Jealous

romantic daryl smut

fuck buddies

fuck buddies part two

angst and fluff

jealous, protective and angry daryl

heart break very angsty

sad angst

death- angst

S7E8 reunion

videogames

cause once upon a time you were my everything

we understand each other

the blackest day

angst and smut

You promise? I promise. part one part two part three

I surrender

Broken

S7EP12

The Beginning of The End of The World

One Mississipi

Cheater

Abuse part one / part two

The Sheriffs Daughter

Rescue

Stop Pushing Me Away

Scars

The Night We Met

SHANE X READER

smut during target practice

smut at the CDC with some fluff

smut in tent with some fluff

cute reunion fluff

smut

MERLE X READER

you might just be the goddamn death of me part one

you might just be the goddamn death of me part two

merle fluff-reader has a nightmare

smut

angst and fluff

The dixons

fluff

more merle smut

CARL X READER

first time together

dominant reader

Pregnant

Negan

Rick x reader x Negan

Negan x Reader x Daryl

Death at Birth

OTHERS

reader is ricks younger sister and has a drug problem /// part two

rick is your father, family reunion

family reunion part two

reunited with the group at the line-up //// part two

maggie and glenn try to protect you (their daughter) from Negan

dealing with Glenns death

Rick saves negans life

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twdeadfanfic · 4 years

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Bonded to you Pt.10

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Chapter: 10/17

Words: 3387

Updated on Mondays

Summary: Daryl and reader had a something while they both stayed at the Sanctuary after the Saviours were defeated, a secret sort of relationship, that reader wanted to make something more. However, after Rick blows the bridge, Daryl leaves her without a word, unaware of her being pregnant with his child and it’s not after almost two years that Daryl finds out he has a child…and his anger at reader for not having told him before, rivals with reader’s anger at having being tossed aside as nothing by him those to years ago…will they be able to put aside their hurt feelings and resenment, for their kid? Will maybe be able to pick up their relationship again?

Dad Daryl, cute fluffy baby-toddler moments, angsty/awkward reader relationship.

You can find more chapters and Daryl fics in my masterlist.

Last chapter, Daryl, Y/N went to the Kingdom so Carol could meet their kid, and she wanted to speak with reader...

“Come on, then,” Daryl reached out his hand to her, and Naia took it, and you smiled as you watched him helping Naia walk towards the goats, Ezekiel with them. You followed them, but stopped, anxious all over again, when you felt Carol’s hand in your arm, holding you back.

“I want to talk to you.”

“Yes?” You asked, swallowing hard.

“Why did you come back?”

“Sorry?” You blinked at Carol, confused.

“You never told Daryl, or anyone, that he had a daughter, and now, almost two years later, you suddenly go back to Alexandria and tell him? Why?”

Carol was suspicious of you, you could see it in her eyes, and you wondered what did she think you were trying to achieve, because by now you had just managed to get people upset. You wondered if she thought you might be trying to play something on Daryl, or trying to get something from him, or anything that might hurt him in any way. You understood that she wanted to protect him, but you hated that she saw you like that.

“I didn’t plan to. I just wanted to go back and visit Alexandria and the people I knew there, I used to live there after all, and I was told that Michonne had a baby too. I didn’t know Daryl was there, I didn’t want to see him again,” you explained with cold, blunt honestly, you rather have Carol hating you than looking at you as if you might be trying to plot something on Daryl, which you’d never do, or to her thinking that you had gone to beg him to come back to you, which was humiliating. “Then the kidnapped happened, you heard of it, right? Michonne and Daryl found the kids and brought them back. I told him Naia was his. End of story.”

Carol just looked at you with hard eyes. “So if Daryl had never gone to Alexandria, you’d have gone all your life without telling him that he had a daughter.”

“Probably.” You admitted and Carol scoffed.

“So you’d have kept from him forever that he had a daughter, and would have kept your daughter without his father.” Carol nodded towards them. Daryl was smiling in that way he only did when he was with Naia, helping her pet one of the sheep while she giggled happily.“Why?”

“They couldn’t miss what they didn’t know existed anyway.” You shrugged, even if you loved the relationship that Naia and Daryl had now, you were tired of being antagonized.

Carol scoffed again. “I’m trying to like you but you’re not making it easy.”

“I don’t care what you think of me.” You tried to overcome your apprehension and stand for yourself. “You care for Daryl and you’re his family, and therefore Naia’s family too, and for that I respect you. But I don’t care what all of you think of me, and this is something between Daryl and me.

Carol looked at you in silence again, and you were about to turn and go to Naia and Daryl when she spoke again. “It is between you and him, whatever you two had, but I know him, I don’t believe it was just fucking and nothing else.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. It had never been about ‘fucking’, you knew that, but that didn’t mean that there had been romantic feelings of any kind involved, other than just comfort, support, and companionship. You had thought, two years ago, that Daryl and you had something, unspoken, but something, something that might grow, that Daryl did care for you in a special way. He had said he did, you remembered it. But then he had left you, without giving you a word, a look, or a thought, and so maybe there’d been nothing between you two, nothing besides finding comfort in each other when you both needed it. You hated how it still hurt so much to think about it. You didn’t want to do it.

“So, if you knew him even a bit,” Carol kept going. “You couldn’t have thought that he’d not care for his kid, or mistreat her.” You shook your head, you had never thought that, and he’d proven to be a great father. “So then, why did you hide her from him?”

You let out a sigh, you were tired of having to remember. “He’s the one who left, not me, he left first. I tried to tell him. I went to the woods when he was looking for Rick’s body. He didn’t listen to me, he walked away from me without even let me speak or without saying anything, without looking at me.” Just remembering it was painful and you felt your heart breaking again, but you wanted to appear strong in front of Carol. “And I didn’t want to be near him when he had made clear that he didn’t care at all.” You admitted. “Yes, I left, but he walked away first!”

“You were carrying her daughter! He had the right to know!” Carol said, shaking her head. “What, Daryl dumped you and you were bitter so you decided to just run away carrying his daughter without never let him know he had a kid?”

“Yes, that is it exactly!” You snapped back, tired of all of this, and you just felt angrier when you felt tears in your eyes. “He broke my heart into pieces and stepped on them, and I couldn’t stand the idea of having to be near him again after that, and I’m selfish enough to not want my daughter to know his father, and to have Daryl never knowing he got a kid, if that meant I didn’t have to feel like that again by being near him knowing that I was nothing to him, that I never meant anything to him!” You had never said that to anyone, and you hated that you had just blurted it out, to Carol no less.

“What’s going on?”

Before Carol could say anything, you heard Daryl’s voice. You looked back and saw that he had approached Carol and you when he noticed you weren’t going, Naia on his arms.

“Nothing,” you said, still agitated, rubbing your eyes. “Everything is perfectly fine.”

“Moma?” Naia pouted, reaching towards you from Daryl’s arms, while Daryl looked from you to Carol and back at you, frowning. “Sad.”

“No, no sweetheart,” you rushed to give her a smile. “I’m not sad, I’m fine.” Daryl passed you Naia, looking at you carefully but you couldn’t look at him, and you held Naia to you. “Did you like the goats? Yes? Can you show them to me?” Without looking at Daryl or Carol, you began walking to the goats, trying to give a smile to Ezekiel, trying not to think on how you had exploded and blurted out all your emotions to Carol. You didn’t want to think about it again, and people could think whatever they wanted, you didn’t care.

Later that day, you were sat down on one of the Kingdom porches. Daryl, Carol, and Ezekiel had been talking business about farming, trading, runs, and what the communities needed, and you had sneaked away to be alone, taking Naia with you. She was sat down too, playing with some construction blocks that someone had lent her.

You were still feeling awful after your argument with Carol, and you hated how you had exploded and confessed your feelings like that, you didn’t want to appear weak, you didn’t want them to think of you like a scorned woman who had a schoolgirl crush and turned bitter when it didn’t work. You really didn’t want to quarrel with Carol, but you couldn’t help yourself, and it wasn’t like she was making it easy on you either.

“Dada!” Naia grinned and when you looked up, you saw Daryl approaching you both. You hoped he wasn’t angry or upset, but you knew he wouldn’t like that Carol and you had been arguing.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He crouched down next to Naia. “What are you doing?” Naia showed him one of the construction blocks. “Looks like fun. Keep going and one day we can put together a bike.” He leaned to kiss the top of her head, and Naia grinned before focusing her attention back to the blocks. Once she was engrossed with the blocks again, Daryl went to sit down next to you.

“Hey.”

“Look, Y/N…I’m sorry about Carol, before…” Daryl said, looking down.

“No, I get it.” You shrugged, fidgeting.

“She’s just…”

“Protective?”

“Yeah.” Daryl glanced at you.

“That’s good, I wish I had someone like that,” you let out a sigh.

Daryl stayed quietly for a little bit, fidgeting, before he spoke again. “You know how I feel about you keeping Naia from me, that I didn’t get to know she existed until now…

“I know…” You muttered.

“But I hurt you too, and what I did to you was wrong,” Daryl said, taking you by surprise. “When I left…the way in which I left things with you, it was wrong. I ain’t proud of it, I didn’t mean to but I hurt you.” You bit your lip, it was getting hard not to cry, and you didn’t know what to say. “I was an asshole to you and didn’t do right by you, and I’m sorry about it.”

“Thank you for saying that,” you said weakly, rubbing at your eyes when they stubbornly refused to stay dry, before hugging your knees to your chest, hating to feel that vulnerable. “But I’m glad we can…not forget, but put all that aside to take care of our child together, because that’s what’s better for her.”

The resentment and the guilt were still there, both in yours and Daryl’s side, but it’d been months since the last time you two fought, and even though the awkwardness was still there between you two, the tension wasn’t as high as once had been, and you knew that was better for Naia, you were sure she could feel it.

“Me too.” Daryl nodded. “At least we made something good, yeah?” He nodded at Naia, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lip.

“Yes, yes we did.” You snorted even though your eyes were wet again. “Pretty good.”

“Never thought I’d be a dad, not before the world went to shit not now,” Daryl said, fidgeting as if he were shy. He was a great dad and you knew how he loved Naia, and you were sure Naia loved him too now. “Anyway…” Daryl said awkwardly. “We should go have dinner with everyone else.”

“Okay,” You nodded, giving Daryl a weak, sad smile, and you hoped dinner wouldn’t become another argument with someone. You were more than done with that.

There weren’t more arguments at dinner, though you still felt awkward and anxious. You had Naia sat down on your lap while you had your dinner, and you smiled when she picked one of her carrots and reached out towards Daryl, who was sat down next to you both.

“What? You don’t like that one?” He asked her and Naia didn’t say anything, just smiled as she showed him the carrot again, and so Daryl took a bite of it. “It’s really good, yeah?” Naia just smiled wider and then she looked at you, now reaching out for you, and so you took another bite of the carrot. Once Naia was content, she kept eating her dinner. It seemed she had a thing for feeding people, and it always made you smile.

You peeked at Carol, and she was smiling softly at Daryl and Naia. Yes, you understood, they were pretty cute, you knew it too well.

“What if I make cookies for breakfast tomorrow, Naia, you’d like that?” Carol asked her. Naia looked at her and didn’t say anything, but she smiled, she was still shy but she was warming up to Carol and Ezekiel.

“It’s been years since I ate one of your cookies,” Daryl commented.

“Then maybe you should come more often.” Carol chuckled. “And bring Naia again.”

You didn’t know if you looked forwards to coming more times, but you tried to remind yourself that they were Naia’s family, it was normal that they wanted to see her, and it was good, you needed to do what was right for her. You trusted that Daryl would keep Naia safe and take good care of her, but still, you couldn’t bear the idea of her traveling without you, and you weren’t sure Naia would want it either, no matter she loved Daryl and she was becoming very attached to him too. Where Naia went, you’d go too, dirty looks and harsh words were damned.

You were getting ready for bed in a room that you had been given, when you heard a knock on the door. You wondered who it might be, Naia had already said goodbye to Daryl, and when you opened the door and found Carol there, you almost closed it again out of instinct.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t come to fight,” Carol said with a smirk as if she could read your mind. “I hope I hadn’t woke you up, right?”

“No.” You shook your head, confused at what Carol might want.

“Ezekiel found this book, it was Henry’s but he’s too grown up for it now apparently.” Carol showed you a fairytales book. “But Naia might like it?”

“Sure, she likes books, thank you.” You nodded, walking back so Carol could come in, and Naia looked at her from her spot on the bed.

“Hello, honey, look.” Carol sat down near Naia and showed her the book. “For you.” Naia was still a bit shy, but she reached out for the book. It didn’t have as many pictures as the books she had at home, but the cover was pretty, and when she opened it, you saw a pretty drawing in one of the pages too. Naia looked at Carol, pointing at the drawing. “It’s pretty.”

“Pretty,” Naia babbled.

“It is, say thank you to aunt Carol,” you said, and Naia babbled Carol’s name, smiling, thanking her.

“It’s nothing, darling.” Carol shrugged, but you saw her smile getting bigger and her eyes lighting up with emotion. “It’s late, I should let you both sleep.”

“Okay, thank you again.” You nodded and looked at Naia. “We have to sleep now, but we’ll read one of the stories tomorrow, okay? I’m sure if you ask dad, he’ll read you the whole book.”

“Dad would do anything including jump off a window if you asked him, probably.” Carol chuckled.

“Yeah, probably.” You snorted. Daryl adored Naia and she had him all wrapped around her finger, but she loved him back too, she’d gotten lucky in the father department, you knew.

“Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow with a bunch of cookies, honey, bye,” Carol waved at Naia, who smiled and waved too, babbling a bye, before focusing on the book again. “Y/N…can we speak for a second?”

“Sure…” You frowned, wondering what she wanted to tell you that she didn’t want Naia to hear, it couldn’t be anything good, and you felt anxious at what it might be.

“So…” Carol began once she stepped out of the room. “As I said, it’s not my business, whatever went on between Daryl and you. But…I know what you think of whatever it was, but as I said, I know Daryl, and I don’t believe that whatever it was, it was just…sleeping together, without any sort of feelings involved.”

You knew she was talking about your earlier outburst, when you’d said you knew you’d meant nothing to Daryl, but you didn’t want to think about it again, it hurt too much, and Carol’s words didn’t make it easier. Sure, it hadn’t been only sleeping together, Daryl had looked for comfort in you, you knew, but that didn’t mean he’d had any other sort of feelings for you…and if he did, they hadn’t been strong enough for him to no leave you…

You didn’t know what to say, couldn’t say anything, you didn’t want to think about it and you were embarrassed to feel your eyes getting wet. “I gotta get Naia to sleep.” You just whispered, closing the door and Carol nodded.

“Goodnight.”

The next morning, you ended up leaving later than planned, after having breakfast on Carol’s honestly delicious cookies, and then playing with the goats and sheep again. Naia really seemed to like animals the older she got, and you were sad you couldn’t give her any pet, though maybe you could radio the Hilltop and ask if maybe they had any dog or cat around…

By the time you were ready to leave, the cart full of things to take from the Kingdom to Alexandria, Naia had allowed Carol and Ezekiel to hold her and kiss her goodbye, less shy today. They had known her for a day but they already seemed very fond of her, and no matter your argument with Carol, you were glad of it.

During the journey, you read aloud some of the stories of the book that Carol had given Naia, so she’d be entertained, until she was hungry and so you three stopped to eat the lunch that Carol had prepared you.

“Do you want me to drive the cart now?” You offered to Daryl once you finished lunch, while he fed the horse, letting Naia pet her.

“Nah, it’s fine.”

“I really don’t mind, I should practice. You can read to Naia now, if you want.”

“Alright, then.”

It took you a bit, but finally, you got the hang of how to drive the cart and guide the horse, and you knew it was a skill you should master now that fuel wasn’t common and nobody really drove cars around anymore. Daryl didn’t get to read to Naia much, since as most days, she dozed off after lunch, napping snuggled to Daryl. You looked at them and couldn’t help your smile at how sweet they looked, no matter that your heart hurt at it too, looking at Naia sleeping peacefully and at Daryl looking at her, seeming totally enraptured as he stroked her hair softly.

By the time you arrived at Alexandria and finished helping to sort everything that you had brought from Alexandria, it was almost dinner time, and you approached Daryl, holding Naia’s hand as you helped her walk. “Hey, are you busy?”

Daryl frowned at you. “No, I finished with this and I saw Judith and RJ already, why?”

“Just wondering if you want to read another story of the book to Naia while I cook dinner, if you’re not busy.” You shrugged, you weren’t sure why you were asking, but after all, that had been your routine in Alexandria for a while now.

“Yeah, sure.” Daryl nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small smile.

From the kitchen, you smiled as you heard Daryl reading a story to Naia while you got some vegetables ready and also some dried meat that Daryl had gotten you. Once you were done, you walked into the living room to find Naia sat down on Daryl’s lap, flipping through the pages of the book, looking for the pictures.

“Dinner’s ready,” you said and Naia looked up from the book, smiling at you and pointing at one picture. “Very pretty, honey.”

“Alright, sweetheart.” Daryl picked up Naia to get up. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, leaning to kiss Naia’s forehead.

You chewed your lip but made your decision, speaking before Daryl lowered Naia down. “Actually, maybe, if you want to stay for dinner, we have enough food…” You said shyly.

Daryl frowned at you, seeming surprised. “You sure?”

“If you want to and are not busy.” You shrugged. Naia liked to spend time with Daryl, and like you have seen the day before, she’d probably enjoy having diner with him and trying to feed him his food as he did to you. Besides, even though your feelings of sadness and bitterness were still there, gripping your heart sometimes when you were near Daryl, it’d become more manageable, and Daryl and you had been months without arguing, you could push past the awkwardness for your kid. Besides, he’d apologized and he really seemed to mean it…

“Okay, thanks.” Daryl nodded, giving you a small, lopsided smile that you’d always loved, and you looked away, trying not to feel the pain in your heart, as Daryl followed you to the kitchen, Naia in his arms.

Well...I hope you don’t hate this chapters and the conversation with Carol too much...and at least we got some more talking from Daryl.

Thank you for the support in last chapter, I’m not doing good lately and writing is a strugge, so your support means the world. If you liked this chapter, please let me know your thoughts if you have time.

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