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Trinkets; The Gifts of Gold He Gave You
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Synopsis: A detailed record of all the special objects Daryl has found for you while hunting, riding, supply gathering, and living in the various places he has in the new world. These objects often lead to sweet moments of kindness, joy, and understanding between the two of you, deepening your connection. Although they are things others might not think much of— they were simply small gestures or trinkets after all— you believed these memories and mementos to be gifts of gold; they would shine in your mind forever onward.
Details: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader, mutual pining, kisses, lots of love and ♡ sweetness ♡ (true self indulgence at its finest), but there are also descriptions of trauma, abuse, and self-hate. Though other than that, it’s nothing else except Daryl being an endearing friend and future loverboy to you. This travels across the plot and setting of season 6-8, but it might not be a perfect fit. Lastly, even though these can be read anthologically, I did write them in a storyline as if there was an order in which Daryl gives or does these things with the reader as their relationship grows, so some past trinkets might be mentioned in the next story, but it truly isn’t too big of a deal; this is one you can have fun with! ♡
Author’s Note: My dearest reader, this one took much longer than I intended, but I think it’s because I put so much of my silly heart-filled imagination into it— truly one of my favorites to write thus far. I’m just so happy to give it to you. Feel free to read these all at once, one at a time, or pick the ones that best fit who you are. with love, writella . ♡ ⋆ ☽
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Trinket No. 1: The Ribbon ⋆ ˚。⋆౨ৎ˚ ⟡.•
A Bow from a Bowman
Daryl was out on a hunt one morning when he found it. It’s like he was compelled to pick it up, he did it without even thinking. It was nothing, honestly: kind of silly really, and flimsy, slightly covered by grass blades— it was dirty and discarded. But there was something about it, something tender… it reminded him of you, even though in some ways still, he hardly knew you at all.
It had been over a month since Daryl came back home to Alexandria; just a month since you entered what was supposed to be your new home. But also a week or so long journey it had been to unexpectedly find you and bring you back.
He remembered it well: you were covered in dirt, tired and hungry, running for your life from the past group you were with. He was going to let you go and mind his business— you looked scared of him anyway when you crashed into him. But most importantly, he had just lost his crossbow, his bike, and maybe even a little bit of his dignity to Dwight who stole them. He didn’t feel like getting tricked again, especially since it takes a lot to trick him; he wasn’t letting that happen again. Especially not the day after. And most especially not for a seemingly young and innocent-looking girl like Dwight’s wife, Sherry or that kid they were with, Tina.
But then, he heard the yelling, the hollering, the men– they wanted you, and none of it was for the right reasons. Very wrong and scary reasons they were indeed, ones he would soon come to understand were things you’d never want to live out or discuss again. He understood that feeling, so he stayed. He hid behind a tree. He decided to help again. Who knows of your innocence, but what was definitely true was that you were a lost and lonely girl in the woods. He knew a thing or two about those unfortunately, those stories ended badly.
Sad enough, the hiding and helping— or attempting to— led him to become a prisoner with you and your ‘group.’ He barely got scraps of food, and every night was just another day of seeing your tears, your face in a permanent state of desolation and misery; staying ever silent even when you were yelled at— even when you were forced to do things you didn’t want to do. You looked scared and small.
It was only when you all reached a hospital, one you burned to the ground just to get away from them, that Daryl saw the fight in you. You didn’t even ask for his help and he tried to save you, but in the end, you saved him. A silent soldier, you were. He returned the favor with the least he could do: he took you home.
And now there you both were. You sat by Rick’s fireplace. No one was home yet, and you had just put Judith down for the night. Daryl found you there on the floor with a book. He quietly sat near you. All you two said was hello.
And this was normal, actually– the being around each other, showing up unannounced, sitting beside each other– talking or not– or you, trying to help him with whatever work he was up to. He tried to fight it at first, but it became a regular thing. It’s what helped Daryl get to know you, and you to him.
You were equally as fierce as the fire you created not long ago, but just as gentle. Just as desiring to smile and create friendships. He knew that now. And he— he was just as rock solid and straightforward as the crossbow he once carried, but just delicate. Just as easily hurt and as quick to hide, yet so deeply desiring of loyalty and acceptance. You know that now too.
It’s still so soon, but you admired him, so deeply. You wanted to learn from him. You thought he was strong, and you wanted to be strong. All that anguish and pain and he came out a fighter, a leader.
Little did you know that is exactly what he thought of you. He went from seeing you cry yourself to sleep every night to becoming the kind and generous friend you were to almost everyone you met. Always offering to care for Judith, or allowing Carl to come to you to talk, or learning about guns and shooting with Rosita. And of course finding a way to go on supply runs, or learn to hunt, or fight walkers with Daryl as much as you could. As always, he pretended not to care that much, but he did. He couldn’t help it. He values his independence, but it was nice that there was someone who wanted to be around him so much. And he admired you for his own reasons as well: You’re someone who fills others up with lightness when such dark things have happened. He felt like that every time you two we’re together. He wanted to learn from you too.
As he sat there, thinking, he wondered if maybe that’s why he thought of you when he saw it. Maybe it was the brightness and softness of it, despite finding it on the ground, despite it being dirty. He cleaned it up, and it still shined, that’s like you but… he was still unsure. Maybe it truly was nothing, maybe it was stupid.
He looked to his side, watching your figure for a moment as he decided what to do. You were on your stomach, laying on the small rug that sat in front of the fire. You were continuing the chapter you were on, paying little attention to him. He only said ‘hey,’ after all. And you did wave back, you asked him how his day was, but all he gave you was a typical response, ‘fine,’ he had said. You thought maybe this visit wasn’t about talking so you left it. And all of this was typical anyway, for Daryl to come by Rick’s, or for you two to sit in peaceful silence, but then you started to see him fidget in his spot in your periphery, like he couldn’t decide how he wanted to sit, hands adjusting his jeans, moving things in his pocket.
“Do you wanna go to the porch?” You thought maybe he was reaching for a smoke. “I can put on the baby monitor…” He just shook his head at the suggestion.
You decide to move to the spot next to him, leaning your back against the wall. “Did something happen today?” Your voice was soft as you tilt your head, trying to reach his eyes.
“No,” he shook his head again, he was facing forward. “It’s just…”
“What?” You asked calmly.
He found it hard to speak, “Just- just brought something.” He reached into his pocket one last time, his hand in a fist as it made its way closer between the two of you until he started to release his fingers from his palm slowly.
It was a ribbon. A pearly light pink one. Just scattered in his hand. “It’s stupid,” he grumbled quietly, trying to shove it back down his pocket, but you stop him.
“Wait,” your hands gently cupping the other side of his and then you pick it up, letting him go. You wrap the ribbon around your finger and you tie it into a bow, examining it in your palm now. “This is for me?” Soft disbelief enchanted your voice. You made sure not to sound too excited or too surprised. You didn’t want to scare him, especially since he replied with:
“It's nothin’.” He was feeling slightly embarrassed.
“It's so nice,” your voice continued in its understated tone despite your smile becoming uncontainable. You couldn’t help the way your lips were curling upward, it was even hurting your cheekbones to try to make your teeth shine through a little less— Daryl Dixon just gave you a gift. And it was a little pink thing at that. Perhaps miracles are real. “It's perfect,” you say, “I can wear it in my hair.”
“It's stupid.” He repeated, brushing you off, but you saw right through him. Daryl doesn’t do anything for no reason at all.
“It's not.” Your words are so kind as your interject, “You know, sometimes it's the smallest things that mean everything. They become our favorite things even.” Your lips pressed together, forming another smile as he meets your gaze, “Like your vest that needs to be patched up.”
“It's fine,” he almost sounded defensive. It made you laugh.
As messed up as it is, it truly was fine. It was his and he loved it; that made it so. And he didn’t only have the vest, he also had his cut-up button-downs, and those ties he laced on the bottom of his jeans— you knew those were probably because the pants available didn’t always fit all the time, but nonetheless— these were all things that made him and his clothing unique from the others. Even in the apocalypse, Daryl was one of the few that maintained a personal style. You couldn’t help but love it. He could, and often always was, the guy covered all in dirt and grim and blood but he still had something about his look that was simply just him.
You missed that. Having those personal touches, and now here Daryl was with this. The simplest thing, but he brought it for you. It was your special piece, your special something. It truly was perfect.
“C’mere,” Daryl gestured, taking the ribbon from your hand and moving your shoulders so your back faced him. He undid the bow and cuffed your hair, he actually almost yanked your head with the way he gathered the ponytail, honestly– he forgets his strength, but you said nothing. Only giggling slightly, but you were mostly quiet. You tried to keep it down, afraid he might stop if he thought you were making fun of him. You wanted to reel at the closeness for as long as you could. You couldn’t believe the fact that he was doing something so domestic— you almost couldn’t breathe. He tried to detangle some pieces with his fingers and then he tilted his head to the side to leave some shorter pieces out at the front. He didn’t know what he was doing and he probably was doing it badly, but he tried his best to be delicate. He’s never touched you like this before. Every time his fingers accidentally brushed against your ear or your neck he relearned just how soft you are. And every feeling of his skin almost made you shiver; like when someone whispers in your ear, it always feels so sensitive, traveling down until you feel it everywhere. His touches felt like that. You always end up feeling his everywhere. He’s entrancing, filling you with hearts and stars.
Finally, he ties the ribbon into a bow right at the top of the ponytail he created. He’s done. He lets go. They shapes and colors fade. Everything is cold again.
But to him, everything looked warm and vibrant. Looking at you was a sight so sweet and so gentle among all this dark wreckage of the world— it was precisely how he saw you: the way the ribbon now laced around your hair looked like an angelic embrace.
You turn to him, “Thank you, Daryl.” Your smile is so sincere, so lovely, there might as well be a halo and hearts invisibly drawn all around you.
A moment passes as you continue to look at each other and your heart jumps. He’s still looking directly at you. There are moments that he looks away and you can’t help it, the bashfulness creeps up on you two, but he’s giving you all his attention; it feels great. You decide to take the chance, you can't help yourself, you hug him, you have to. It has been so long since someone gave you something. So long since someone thought of you so specifically and intimately.
He’s caught off guard, his hands don’t wrap around you until a few seconds later, but when they do, they are sure, and tight, more sure of it than you surprisingly.
You breathe him in, giggling again, “I’m surprised you smell this good.”
“Fuck you.” It makes you laugh just a bit louder, it’s the nicest ‘fuck you,’ you’ve ever heard. Its tone has a hint of sincerity in tandem with humor in just the same way you delivered your line. He shakes his head, “You’re silly.”
He lets you go and you turn away, but it’s only just a little. He watches how the ribbon lays right where he put it again, seeing the side of your face light up with your rosy smile as you sway your head. You’re trying to not make it obvious that you want to feel the wag of the bow and your hair back there so you do it slowly, it just feels so cool and so pretty. You liked it so much. You didn’t even know what it looked like yet, but it already made you feel more like yourself. Like a part of you that had left before this world began— it fit well like a missing piece finally snapping into place. It was your unique touch and he found it for you. He did it for you. Just for you.
For me, you repeated it in your mind, he found it just for me.
Trinket No. 2: The Lesson ō͡≡o˞̶ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
Turnpikes, Gunshots, and Dreams
You had asked and asked for weeks with no let up. It made you start getting creative with your pleas: “You know, Daryl, we really should be teaching each other our skills,” you had insisted, sarcasm lining your voice. No one else in the group knew how to ride yet they were doing just fine, but you were incessant, “You never know what kind of situation we’ll be in where we might need it… I could die,” your hands raise as your voice does, “and your bike could be my only escape but I wouldn’t even know how to ride it!”
He would always just stare at you blankly, ignoring you, especially when you got dramatic like this right before you two were leaving. “Get on or stay,” he would say, “go help Rosita or somethin’.”
You’d grit your teeth and get on regardless.
But then one day, one lucky, lucky day for you— it was your earnest approach, and your silly smile, and sun-filled eyes that got the best of him as they looked up to meet his darker ones. “Please,” you said, stretching out the word, it was just as cheesy as your smile. He looked back at you from his front seat as you continued, “I just want to feel capable and- free… I don’t know,” but you did, you meant it and felt it from deep inside you. “To know I have the option I wanted to… I… I didn’t really have those before.”
He was still for a moment and then he nodded, restarting the ignition. You guessed that was another no until you started to ride past the walkers that lined the outer gate. “An hour,” he said, his eyes forward as the trees became a blur to both of you, “then we gotta get work done.” You wrapped your arms around him tightly, you only used to cup his waist or hold his shoulders, but you felt fearless today, head leaning against his back and neck, arms hugging around his torso. He finally said yes.
As time went by, you had gotten comfortable with completing your drills. You learned the controls, how to shift gears, how to waddle and power walk with the bike, operate the clutch, throttle, and lift your feet up, riding on a straight path all by yourself. Turns were still hard though, and the fact that Daryl always insisted you think about the worst-case scenario wasn’t the greatest either. He’d look you dead in the eye, his voice clear and unrestrained from his usual grovels as he said, “If a herd is comin’, or people are shooting, or if there’s something tryin’ to crash into you, you need to think about how you’re going down. Decide on what won’t fuck you up completely, then do it. ” He always got way too close to your face without realizing it in those moments, his finger almost crashing into your nose as he vigorously pointed to get the idea across.
“If something goes down, I’m not arguing,” you say. “You'll be in front.” You meant it, your voice was quiet, you understood.
But really, you didn’t: “If something go down, either of us should be able to do it.” He paused to make sure you got it this time, “That's the point.”
As if you didn’t already sense it, this was the first time you absolutely understood that Daryl was serious when he decided to do anything. Full commitment. Start to finish. You said you wanted to learn, that you wanted to be capable, then that’s exactly what he was going to teach you. You would take it seriously too.
Soon enough, Daryl allowed you to ride out of the gates of Alexandria first instead of switching off after you got a few miles out. You were getting better. So much so that today would be a different day, he explained. Daryl wanted you to ride to the Hilltop. This would be the longest distance you’ve ever rode. A whole 23 miles. But before you guys got there he would steer you in the direction of a turnpike: he wanted to practice speed, and most crucially for you, right and left turning.
His weapons and guns were strapped to his lower body, some on his thigh holster, and a machine gun over his back, all just in case, and his hold on your waist was fixed as you rode. It made you feel like a child and such a little teenager all in one with how excited you would get. Not only were you becoming skilled at riding a whole fucking motorcycle, but you were the one he was holding onto this time and it was the longest amount of time he was holding you at that.
As you reached the turnpike, he guided you around the semi-circular road. Continuing on, you saw a few walkers in the distance. He told you to speed up, there was enough space on the road and there were only four of them, they were far away anyway.
You looked back at your surroundings, other than those four, the road was pretty clear other than some broken down, discarded cars. This accidentally became a lesson on tight turns and swerving too.
Some of your turns were abrupt as you tried to go around the cars, it made you nervous. You knew it was okay not to be perfect, but it was still a little stressful to make mistakes when a master was watching behind you.
“Relax,” he’d tell you, sometimes putting his hands over yours on the handles and helping you out. “You got it.”
You went on and as the walkers approached closer, an idea arose. It was probably irresponsible, but you joked anyway, “Daryl,” you whisper-shouted with fake suspense, getting his attention. “We’re on a mission. Got to take those guys out before they get to Rick!”
He chuckled a bit, shaking his head. He leaned in closer as you leaned forward, gaining speed. One arm wrapped around your hips in totality, hand placed firmly there as the other reached for his gun, extending his arm out as you two got closer to the walkers. You two turned to face them as Daryl pulled the trigger: one shot each, straight in the head, “Got ‘em.”
You gasp, your laughter sounding so wild and fun and unrestrained in a way it hasn’t been heard by either of you before. “Is it bad if I say I hope we find another one?!”
“No, that was fun,” he agrees understatedly, trying not to fully give in. You couldn’t even see his face, yet he was trying to hide a smile.
And you were too. It was all too much honestly. You were balancing riding and having Daryl right behind you, holding onto you, trusting you to do something he’s never let anyone else do before; and you just proved you both could probably kill it in a high stakes situation. Well, maybe not, this was very, very low stakes, but still, it made you believe. You decided to ride the high, quite literally as you kept going, shouting back: “Imagine us in battle?”
Oh, wait— your grin fades slightly, you immediately regretted it after you said it. The point of this life was to try to find a way to live, not always fighting to survive. Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say.
The silence makes you feel like an idiot until Daryl speaks up, both hands now on your hips, thumbs pressing into your back, “If we were in battle,” he almost whispers into your ear, “we’d be their worst fuckin’ nightmare.”
You feel your smile practically reaching your ears. “We’re a team,” you say, the humor coming back to your face now, the shine in your teeth reflecting the sun as it always does. “A dream team.”
A dream… Maybe. You definitely were at least, but that is a thought he doesn’t let come to the forefront. He let it go. But it was true… something about you felt unreal to him. The way you wanted to be around him this much, so interested in the things he does; he still didn’t get it, it almost felt unbelievable. He wondered when it was going to stop. When he would wake up. He didn’t want to wake up. The thought grows, he can’t avoid it now: you are a dream. One he didn’t even know he wanted.
Trinket No. 3: Lucky Charms **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
Flying Away With You
You gasp excitedly, “The Eiffel Tower!” You hold the bottom up to the light as he still holds the top. “Nice,” you say with bright eyes, “I found the Statue of Liberty in the mom’s jewelry box and a few others that weren’t on her charm bracelet.” You showed him the mother’s sterling silver and he showed you the daughter’s that he found. “I guess they were traveling family… or wanted to be.” You feel a heaviness behind your eyes after you say it.
You loved collecting these charms, but sometimes there was a sadness to it. Like you were collecting other people's tokens, little pieces of their personalities and their stories, keeping it as your own. It almost felt invasive. But it was something that you and Daryl did together. You liked that. Another thing that made you feel close to him… Maybe this was like keeping their memory alive? You may not have known them or know what happened to them, but you were giving something that they loved new life. The charms did make you happy, after all. Especially because it was Daryl that got you into it. But it was also you who got Daryl into it too.
You both can recall the first day it all started: He found it incredulous that you cared more about a little piece of jewelry you saw in the dirt rather than the bigger thing that was right by it: the deer Daryl just shot, the one that you two had been tracking for what felt like hours.
His face twisted up to you as he collected his bolt from the body, “We just caught a deer, and you’re lookin’ at that?”
“We just caught a deer for the first time in months and this was right by them… it’s literally good luck!” You held the gold sun charm to the actual light source it was designed after, “Look at us… Lucky charm, dream team, remember?” Your smile was just so wide after you said it, he let his slight irritation go. It was easy actually, he was always taken aback by that smile. It still wasn’t that long ago when he thought you weren’t the type to do so, like him most of the time. He had only seen you sad, but now, I’m Alexandria, you just glowed. Eyes and an essence as bright as the sun, and that smile, all teeth and just as pearly as the moon… The charm was perfect for you and it needed its match. Maybe a star too. He would find it.
He still remembers where he found those. He came across a silver crescent moon necklace discarded on the floor of a girl’s bedroom. It was simplistic, like one or those expensive necklaces that shouldn’t even be that expensive because of how small it was, but it was a perfect charm size, and it shined, there were no scratches. In the other girl’s room in the house, probably the younger sister, there was a charm bracelet on the desk. It was kind of childish and clunky, like one you could get in those supermarket toy vending machines. He took the first charm he touched and removed the clasp from it for your moon. It was hard to do it with his fingers on something so small and dainty but after a few tries, he managed.
As for the star, he found it on a walker in the woods. It was a little girl, it almost made him feel bad to do it because he knew you’d feel bad about it, but her and what looked like her mom and dad went straight for the two rabbits he just caught, ripping their skin, eating them. He shot them all in the head. The thud of their bodies to the ground only seconds apart. Oh well, were his thoughts, their fault for messing with his catch. After that is when he noticed the gold charm bracelet on the kid’s wrist. It was different from the one he saw last time in that other girl’s room, it wasn’t a fake toy, it was more refined. Maybe they were a well-off family.
There was a star was at the center. It’s all he wanted, but he thought you might want to see the others she had too— they were all nature themed, he kind of liked it— so he tried to take the bracelet off but it wasn’t working. The thing fit her wrist perfectly and the bracelet clasp was stuck so, in typical Daryl fashion… he just chopped the girl's hand off.
Kind of gross, and he would definitely have to keep the red off of everything now, but the star charm was gold, it would match the sun charm and the moon would stand out at the center, he assumed. He thought it could look nice… and beggars can’t be choosers in the apocalypse anyway. After he took the bracelet he discarded of the hand, tossing it to the ground like it was nothing. (He’d leave that part out if you asked for the story later). Now that he had the bracelet, you would also have a gold owl, a bunny, a bird, and if it couldn’t get any better, there was a deer charm too. That’s what was most important about the account anyway.
That night, Daryl crawled into your bedroom from the window while you were asleep. He placed the star and moon on top of your journal that was on your desk, and after that, he left. That was it. He just wanted to surprise you. He’d give you the rest later. You only realized he did it and how he did it when you closed your window that was slightly left open the next day. There were scuff marks on the window sill. They were from his shoes.
After that it became a game; a little side quest. Like how people would count red versus blue cars or shout ‘punch buggy,’ when they are out with their family. An activity that took you out of your boredom, or really, for you in the apocalypse, it was an activity that made you feel oddly sane again, since you always dealt with the insane everyday anyway.
That was what today was about. At least on the down low; at least after you found anything of value for the community; at least to you two. You guys had found what seemed to be a wealthy neighborhood a while ago, when you passed that turnpike. The houses there were so big there, but all you had was his bike at the time, nowhere to put supplies and you were expected at the Hilltop, you couldn’t stay and look around.
It had been a little while after that and you had a plan now, a few Alexandrians backing you up with cars. You two finished your portion of houses to sweep and now you were waiting on the others, sitting in one of the house porches. That’s why you both were showing each other your finds from this place and the others.
You continued to hold the Eiffel Tower charm in your hand, “Maybe we should go to Paris…” Your voice was wistfully, then a quietness lingered in the air, it made you laugh awkwardly, releasing the tension. Your suggestion was one of those silly things you say where you mean it, but you pretend it’s just a joke, knowing it won’t have any outcome. “All of us, I mean,” you do mean it, but at the same time you we’re just talking about him right now. “That would be nice.”
“What would I do in Paris?” He asks it while he fixes his weapons, you’re sitting back, looking at the trees. He thought it was a ridiculous idea. He’s never been anywhere. He hadn’t even been to Virginia or D.C. before this and there’s no way he could go anywhere else now.
“Well I guess we’re never going to know unless we find out… you can eat!” You laugh, “You do like eating.”
He snorts, “Who knows if there’s food left there.”
Pessimist. “Again— we’re never going to know unless we find out.”
“Have fun tryin’ to become a pilot,” his drawl comes out strong on that last word. “Or a plane.”
“I guess that’s the next charm we need to find, an airplane or a captain’s hat. I am a pilot… or I can pretend to be.” There’s that smile again, “I can do anything.”
“Bet you could.” He meant it.
You nod, your next words making you laugh at yourself, “I’m Barbie.”
“Better,” he mutters. You can barely hear it. You don’t know if it was real so you say nothing until—
“We’re going to travel the world some day, Daryl.” You say it so surely, breaking the moment of silence, “We’ll find a way.” As long as we’re together. As long as you want me.
That’s all you wanted, truly. Even if this world really couldn’t take you to Paris, or New York, or anywhere out of Virginia. All you wanted was him. All you wished and hoped for is that he wanted you… but did he? You still weren’t sure.
Trinket No. 4: The Flower and the Photograph 𓇢𓆸
Back Pocket Memory
You two were almost near Alexandria, only a few miles left to drive. “Do you think we can just sit down over there before heading back?”
Daryl continued driving, “Dangerous to leave a good van with supplies just put.”
You pointed to the clearing you were referring to ahead. The trees were sparse in that area, it might have been a meadow, but you didn’t know the difference. There was a little pond near the center. “Can we just drive the car a little bit closer? Just for a few minutes?” You look up at him, your eyes doing that little sunshine thing as it always does, “I just want to sit in the grass,” you say, putting your hand out the window, feeling the wind through your fingers, “the sky feels so nice today.”
He huffs, but does as you ask. “Get out,” he says, gesturing to you to walk over to the area you pointed at. “Pick your spot.” You run over and he follows. You have this wonder about you, it was almost childlike, but not childish, more— sweet, innocent perhaps.
You jump down to the ground and cross your legs on the grass, looking out at the pond. Daryl parks the car a little behind you and comes out to sit on the hood. His legs spread, knees almost to his chest, his elbows lay on there, arms extended.
You look at him, “You’re really not going to sit down?”
“If someone comes up behind us and steals our shit then that’s gonna be your fault.”
Fair. You gesture at him to move over and you sit to his side on top of the car.
As you settle, you close your eyes and you raise your face to the sky. Feeling the warmth of the sun on your closed eyelids. There was a majestic kind of wind that blew in the air today. It made everything look effortless, especially Daryl.
His ever-so disheveled hair had pieces flying on both sides, brushing some parts out of his face, and pushing others in. As always, it was just enough that they didn’t completely cover his eyes. How does that always happen? Thinking about it makes you giggle lightly as you look at him.
“What?” He asks, becoming a little self conscious.
You shake your head, your eyes looking at him kindly, hoping to ease his nerves. “You just look nice.” Your voice was silvery and sweet as you said it.
You get up and skip toward the pond, picking a flower and coming back to him. You sit down and try to put the tiniest white flower behind his ear.
“What’re you doin’?” He tries to swat it away, playfully hitting your other hand that tries to hold him in place and he takes the flower from your other hand. He successfully places it behind your ear instead. “Better,” he says.
As he looks at you, he notices light pieces of your hair frizzing up at the top from the wind, other pieces at the bottom still moving around slightly. It didn’t look bad, to him, your hair looks more like that invisible halo he sees when you’re around, and with that flower in your hair, you look like a true angel or maybe even a fairy with all the greenery surrounding you. You’re just lovely.
You give him a closed smile, your head falling to your knees. “Pretty day,” you sigh contentedly.
Pretty girl.
Handsome man.
Then a thought comes. Your smile turning to a grin.
“What?” He asks sharply. He knows the look you get when you’re up to something at this point.
You grab your backpack from your side, slowly bringing out the polaroid camera you found earlier today.
“No,” he pushes the side of your face, already detesting the idea.
“Daryl,” you whine.
He says it straight this time, “No.”
“But…” your eyes trail his face for a moment before continuing, “you just look… I don’t know. It’s like I said, you just look so- nice.” There’s other words you could use, but you don’t, not yet. “I just think it would be nice to have a nice picture. All we take pictures of is the houses and work. It’s boring and a waste.” You pause, “Daryl… Please?”
He rolls his eyes, grumbling, “You first.”
He’s glad no one was around when these moments happened. Someone might think you had him completely whipped. His brother definitely would think so if he was still around. Daryl was almost embarrassed of himself because of it. But you don’t ask for much. Other than the bike thing, you really didn’t. You trusted him and you were patient. You went along with his plans and you could sit for long car rides and periods of time in quietness if that’s what he wanted. You never pushed him to tell you his story. He only knew a part of yours circumstantially and he didn’t push you for more details after he brought you home, so you did the same. He could feel you wanted to ask more questions, but he also saw you stop yourself, move on, you were creative with your conversation topics: you asked him about what the best thing he hunted was, or what his favorite things were about your friends. You were so gentle with him. Maybe you could get him to do almost anything you wanted without you even knowing, but it was worth it for someone like you.
You look down shyly, “I’m not good at pictures,” you admit.
“You’ll look fine.” He wanted to say something else, but he didn’t. You’re so alike, more than you know.
He tilted your jaw with his thumb. It was too quick for you to melt into it but the feeling lingered, it made you buzz with excitement and it was easy to smile after that. He looked through the viewfinder, seeing you do that pretty sunny smile, matching the yellow bud of the white flower. He clicked the button. Beautiful.
You snatch the camera instantly, “Your turn!” You were too eager but you didn’t care.
You take the flower from your hair and bring it toward him. He sucks his teeth, saying your name as he does so, “No!”
“Yes, Daryl!” You push it over his ear, but not before he pushes you knee, just to do it. He didn’t even know why he was fighting, he knew he was letting you have your way right now. “Look,” you sound like a school teacher, “very nice.”
You even out some of the frizzy parts at the top of his head, the light wind was still blowing through it, it was futile so you left it, he looked great anyway. A perfectly imperfect mess.
He crossed his arms over his knees and looked into your eyes. You held the camera to your face and snapped the shot. “Beautiful.”
You stare at him for a moment longer. If anyone else was here that could see those all to familiar hearts and stars around you and in your eyes, it was so hard to hide. “I’m keeping this,” you said, placing the polaroid delicately in your back pocket. He said nothing, he wasn’t going yo let you know he cared about a dumb picture. “Okay, thank you for indulging me,” you start, taking the flower from his ear, “let’s go home.”
Later that night, past one am, he came through your window again. But this time you saw. Your head was almost covered by the blankets, your eyes slightly open. He didn’t even look in your direction. Maybe he wanted to be quick.
You saw him go into your bookbag. It was hanging on your desk chair. He took the picture out. He wanted it. He wanted your picture. The one that matched yours of him. Maybe this was something. Maybe he did want you.
You closed your eyes quickly when he started to turn around, then watched as quietly as you could as he neared the window, starting to climb out but not before he placed the polaroid in his back pocket, just like you did. Now you both had a piece of each other, forever.
Trinket No. 5: The Music Player and the Wish on an Eyelash ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻ ♬♪
Never Fade Away
It’s official, in all the ways it possibly could be: Alexandria was truly your home. More time has passed: you live in a house, you have a job, you have family— it’s your friends. In some ways things are better than they have ever been… yet you still think about the night and the dark just as much as you used to. You tried to hide it, you wanted to be grateful and you were. But the things that used to happen to you, and the people that hurt you… they still lingered like ghosts when night came.
In the closed and guarded walls of your community, you hoped night could be a time and place that was peaceful. But thoughts of an attack, thoughts of losing your first real home, it left you apprehensive and paranoid of what could happen in your vulnerable state. And when you close your eyes, sometimes the past visits your dreams. It all felt inescapable.
It makes you so fearful that despite keeping your window’s curtain open, a battery-powered lantern resides practically glued to your nightstand— always on when the sun goes down. You knew it was a waste of a resource, but at least you kept it on low, at least when you woke up in the middle of the night, closer to morning really, you remembered to turn it off— the sun making its way back around soothed your nerves; it was always that initial getting-to-sleep part that made you need it anyway.
And of course, you’ve tried to calm yourself down at night using different methods to see what stuck: You do read— your neighbors were always kind enough to lend whatever books were in their houses— and you did daydream— letting your mind wander to happier, more wondrous places when you wanted to escape— and it did help sometimes, but on other nights, it wasn’t enough.
You miss watching tv in bed. There was something about the buzz of the box, and the voices of humor and romance and relatability that miraculously took you away, and helped you stop thinking, even allowed you to drift to sleep… it was a luxury you didn’t have anymore, and not only did you not have that luxury, you also had an overabundance of dead or deadly issues to worry about. It all haunted you.
You sat with your back against the headboard of the bed. You’ve yet to put on any night clothes. You had already read the next chapter of your book, and you would have read another, and possibly another after that, but tonight you knew it would have just kept you awake as something to do instead of worrying about sleep. You were tired though. That’s why you stopped, but you also weren’t ready for trying to catch sleep that wouldn’t come.
Part of you hoped Daryl would stop by, but he doesn’t always, and he probably won’t tonight. Some nights he’s out until the next day or the next week, who knows how far he went this time, you didn’t go with him and he left too quickly to ask. It had been a few days since you saw him last.
When he was here though, he did start to make it a habit of stopping by to see you, especially when it was time for Alexandrians to settle into their homes for the night. He stopped being so quiet through the window and only dropping things off. He would start coming through the door. It was just a light chat for a couple of minutes at first, then there were the times when he stayed an hour or two. He always sat on your floor, by the window, or by the door. You never understood why until you insisted he sit in your chair by the closet. It was only until a few more visits later you realized the chair's light color becoming just a bit visibly darker. It was soot and hard work and the air, he worked outside all day and usually visited before he called it a night. You made sure not to mention it, you just cleaned it yourself. No need for him to feel embarrassed.
Besides, you didn't mind, anytime he walked through your door or jumped in from your window, that was his chair, at least that’s what you called it in your head. You liked that. You liked that after he brought you home he didn’t move on and let you be. In his defense, you didn’t let him be either, but he could have always distanced himself if he wanted to, told you no, but he didn’t.
You two have gotten so close quite quickly. You both felt it and you didn’t know why, but at the same time, you did. It was something left unspoken, even in your mind, always on the side toward the back of your brain. That part knew you could fall in love with him, but why admit it to yourself if the other person might not feel the same? You were still feeling that way. Despite all the moments you’ve shared thus far. His silent nature was endearing at times, but it could also be a very confusing gripe of yours. There were moments when you knew exactly where his mind was, but there were other times when you simply did not. Especially when it came to you. Daryl always gave you just enough, and maybe tonight, it would be nothing at all.
At least that’s where your thoughts resided until you heard the creak of your door slowly pushing inward.
Daryl’s hand holds the doorknob, meeting your eyes as he steps in further. Your window casting just enough light on his face.
“Hi,” you meant to be clever, ask him if he knew how to knock, but only wistful, subdued surprise is all that came out in your one-word greeting.
“Hey,” he replied, it almost seemed like he was surprised too, you couldn’t tell it from his voice but from the way he cut the word short. “Didn’t know if you were awake.”
You laugh somberly, “You didn’t?”
“Didn’t see you in the window.”
His voice is low, your house is quiet, and people are asleep in the other rooms. You match his tone with your own quietness, “Right,” you say. The window did hit the bed end, not the top. But he knew you were a late sleeper. He even came and sat with you for longer the night before he left because you had told him about it— he knew, he had to, but you didn’t question it.
“Um,” he’s looking down, “Was just gonna leave somethin’.”
He starts to walk to your nightstand but you stop him, your hand reaching out, not touching him, but it’s just enough to pull him to your gaze. “You’re gonna leave without showing me?”
Daryl positions himself toward you and you sit up. Gingerly, he takes something small out of his front pocket, it was covered in one of his bandanas. He looks at it for a moment, almost unsure before placing it on the bed, right in front of your lap.
It was an MP3 player. One of those slim rectangular ones with a digital rectangular screen to match and a big circular button with the controls covering the bottom half. There were some small scratches in the screen corners and some dent marks in the back. The arrow buttons were starting to fade too, but he handed you some headphones out of his back pocket as you continued to examine it, it must have worked.
You look up at him, eyes wide, shining just a bit in the dark just like the little silver miracle that was in your hands. You remembered having one of these, the thought made your lips curl, a light open-mouthed smile forming as the nostalgia set in.
You move closer to the edge of the bed, the sky illuminating you more in your semi-darkened room. You place your hand on the other end of your bed, “Come,” you say as your tap the spot. He’s hesitant before he finally accepts the invitation, sitting down. You would have insisted anyway if he didn’t.
You flip the switch on the side then and the music starts instantly in your right ear where you set one of the earbuds in. You tried to put the left on him, but he shook his hand, “You listen.” You let him be for now, you were too excited to see what the previous owner was into.
The songs are scattered from different decades, but what you notice the most of as you skip through were various 90s and 2000s rock, pop-punk, pop, and the like. There was Nirvana, but also Fiona Apple to Blondie, and even Elvis. It was a little all over the place, really. This definitely had to be a teen’s in the early or late aughts. You thought maybe Carl would like this. There was even some stuff that you were sure had to have come out in 2010, right before the apocalypse began… Another kid who wouldn’t get to spend the rest of their teens, or young adulthood, or adult life like they were supposed to, like you were supposed to.
Having these thoughts while Aerosmith’s Fly Away From Here played was not helping, especially since it made you think of your lost family, and those from your found family that were gone now too, so you decided to skip, but the button seemed to fidget. You tried again, then again, even touching the screen. You accidentally made the shuffle icon come onto the bottom corner.
“Don’t like Aerosmith?” Daryl read it on the screen, but he also recalled the melody, even from just the soft buzz produced by the headphones, the volume was accidentally turned all the way up, you set it down.
You give him a light smile, “Aerosmith’s fine. Just have to be a little more careful with this, I guess.”
You continue to press forward to see what else is there until you shriek, color coming back to your face as you shake your head at the memory emerging as you listen. “Oh my god, my sibling used to love this song when we were younger.” It was Avril Lavigne’s Girlfriend that was playing. “We used to put on the radio or look up the music videos on the tv and dance. They loved doing that…” Your voice was soft, both sweet yet desolate, “I knew all the popular songs and all their favorite songs whether I liked it or not.” You giggle, “I can lie this one is fun.”
You knew Daryl would probably scoff, but you lightly place the left earbud near his ear for a few seconds so he can hear what you’re talking about.
“Definitely a chick’s.”
“‘Chick’?” It was funny, and you did laugh, but you still decide to protest, “It’s just one song and…I don’t know, I think it’s a pretty eclectic mix of artists…” You continue to press forward as you ask, “Were there kids? Or- did there used to be?”
“Based on the rooms.” He nods, “Boy and a girl.”
“Hm,” you say curiously, flipping through the songs: the next one that played was by Linkin Park, then Alanis Morisette… you wondered if the kids shared it or shared interests. Suddenly, the player starts Lit’s My Own Worst Enemy. Your eyes are starlit as you gasp, “Oh, this one is so you.”
This time you fully push the headphone into his left ear, turning the volume all the way up as the first verse plays, his face is fixed, “This ain’t me.” There is silence as the music continues and he scorns, “You think I used to just get drunk all the time?”
“Daryl,” your laugh is light, “no.” It was a ridiculous thought and he should know it, but nonetheless, you console him, “Of course not.” Your hand reaches forward onto the bed, nearing where his own resided, but not touching. It saddened you to see Daryl always react like this to small things. He was never judgmental, but he was always so quick to believe others would judge him. “Maybe not that part,” you smile, slightly mischievous, “but- okay, this-” you sing-speak along lightly, remembering to stay quiet, “it’s no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy, cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me- that's you! That's literally you.”
He shakes his head, ‘Whatever,’ the gesture says with his grunt.
“No, you’re actually a little bit self-deprecating, I think. At least internally.” You continue, “Oh, and this part— I didn't mean to call you that- you see?” You say, humor still in your smile, “That part is you.”
Daryl gives you another small grunt indicating ‘no’ as he shakes his head again. “If I say something to someone, then I mean it. Wouldn’t say it if I don’t.”
“Well, you also mean a lot of what you don’t say,” your eyes trail to the side. You knew that didn’t make sense, but it did to you. There was a part of you that was still in denial of your feelings or if there was a possibility he had any for you either. You’d never see him talk or treat anyone in a more than friendly way– or whatever Daryl’s version of friendly was. You wanted to protect yourself by not admitting you adored him, even to yourself, but really, you knew. And there was the way he kept giving you these things, these little moments: the ribbon, the picture, the charms… It made that smaller part of you that believed something was there, glow and warm inside your heart.
You look at him, there was a sorrow placed on both of your faces, but he just looks at his hand that is placed on the bed through his hair, the one that's so close to yours. “You really don’t think there is anything you don’t regret saying?” Another song passes, you didn’t recall it, but then the playlist shifts to something slower, it’s the Beatles. “I just think you keep a lot inside… It’s okay though. But it is just something I notice.”
Normally, a comment like this or something similar to it would sound trite and judgmental, there are a lot of things people don’t talk about now, but you say it with understanding, a little sad because you can’t help it, but your voice is kind, like gentle fingers through his hair, evening it out; a voice that shows you care, you see him and respect him even if you do want more. “It’s okay,” you whisper as Paul McCartney’s voice sings softly, “I’m not half the man I used to be, there’s a shadow hanging over me.” It felt like he was speaking right to Daryl as he continued to look away from you.
It’s moments like this where he wants to say it all. The sad stories from his childhood that he has never been able to tell anyone before. Stories about his brother… the bad, yes, but even some of the good ones. He knows he could talk to Rick if he wanted, or Carol. His group was loyal to him as much as he was to them– he knew that, but they probably wouldn’t care to hear about Merle, it would probably make them angry to be reminded of all the bad things he’s done to them. He wouldn’t blame them. In many ways, and for more reasons then all of them, he will always be angry at his brother too. This is why he didn’t even like to let himself think about the past, but in other ways, it still sucked. It makes him feel alone, like talking about himself or his brother or the past was just a gateway to hurting himself and scaring others, scaring you.
You wipe him away from those thoughts even though you didn’t even hear them, your voice pulling him out of his trance, “Things are harder now, Daryl, but I think you’ve only gotten better.” There is still so much you don’t know, but nonetheless, it’s like you can read his mind.
“This is the only me you know.”
“And even then I don’t think you’re the man I met when you found me… We’re definitely not the same people.” Your hand is just inches from his fingertips now. “We all have things to improve on, even if we think we’ve already grown up. I think that’s a part of growing up actually… just realizing that you never do, or at least not entirely. You’re always going to continue to grow.” Your words linger in the air as the next song starts, it’s Paramore, it’s The Only Exception— something still laced with melancholia but it has a sweet gentleness to it. It's just like you. This is how you were trying to be with your words. “It’s better if you allow it though, or work toward it instead of against it, I think.” You laugh at yourself then, “But I'm far from perfect so I should really stop talking.” Blush creeps onto your cheeks, you’re hopeful the night’s light doesn’t show it too much.
He wishes he could tell you he thinks you’re perfect, or at least something close to it. At least for him. You truly were like an angel. Maybe Radiohead is on this too.
The chorus continues to play, leading to the song’s ending and his jaw tightens. It’s annoying that you were right, your words from before echo to him. They weren’t nonsensical, he did get it: he does mean the things he never says as much as the things he does, but no one will ever get to know. Not that everyone has to, but maybe for you, maybe just a little, maybe you can be the exception. And he can tell that you’re trying to me: who carries around a silly little ribbon anyway? Or who keeps their window open almost every night, even on cold nights? He felt like he was failing you. Maybe these gifts and these small moments weren't enough. Maybe they were just trinkets; meaningless, giving you false hope for a love he couldn’t provide.
You both hear the outro, “Oh, and I’m on my way to believing,” and his heart pangs at that. Maybe he doesn’t have to fail, maybe he can try, at least right now, “It’s just…” he speaks up, his voice clears, “It made me think of you when I saw it.” He was talking about the mp3, “That’s why I brought it back… You’re always humming under your breath. Now you can stop annoying me with the same old thing.”
Your eyes roll, but you aren’t mad, in fact, you can't help that it makes you smile. “Oh, okay, Daryl,” you say through quiet bits of laughter.
“Also thought it could help you sleep… I dunno.”
You nod intently at his words, “Thank you,” and that wistfulness in your voice returns. “That's really kind.”
He nods back. He’s so gruff and straight-faced all the time, but was it bad to say that there were moments when you can't help but see him as adorable? He was always trying not to meet your gaze through his hair, and it was always messy like a kid’s, just like when you took that photograph.
Muse’s Starlight starts playing as you brush some of the hair out of his face. It's an awkward transition, but it's what you get from accidentally pressing shuffle so many times. In the end, though, the words make it seem perfect for the moment. The singer spoke of desire and escape, about missing loved ones and wanting to keep someone special, someone that's like starlight, close by. You understood that. He did too.
You giggle lightly, “Daryl, you- you have something…” You point at your face in reflection of his.
“What?” He wipes his nose.
“No, it's- it’s here,” you say, taking your finger to lightly catch the eyelash that threatened to slip away from his face and onto the bed. “Make a wish,” you whisper. Your face is nothing short of innocence and wonder.
His snorts, “I’m not doin’ that.”
“Daryl,” you eyes widened with apparent prodding and pleading annoyance, but your words still have a sense of amusement to them, “I think we need all the luck we can get.” Your head tilts as you say through your smiling teeth, “I’ll do it with you…?”
“Fine.” He can’t help that your squeal makes his lips curl but he’s trying to hide it.
“You have to really do it.” You turn the music down, it's in the background now. Your usual sun-filled eyes are currently wide like the moon as you look into his, coming closer to his face.
He nods, “Okay.”
“Promise?” You sing.
“Promise.” He meant it, he even closed his eyes before you to prove it.
You closed your eyes too, “Okay, I’m trusting you.” Squeezing them tightly, you whisper, “Think about what you want, and then I'm going to count to three and we blow.”
Instantly, your heart foolishly thinks of Daryl. You know you could be thinking about the safety of your group, the stability of Alexandria, or hoping that the threat everyone feels coming subsides into nothingness, but all your thoughts are just of him. It makes you feel like a silly little girl, waiting for that big romantic confession of love that you dream about, the one that will probably never come.
I wish for you, you think. You can’t help it, you can’t say anything else, this is the only thing that’s true, I just wish to stay by your side, forever.
The song echoes your hopes too, I’ll never let you go if you promise not to fade away.
You agree, never fade away, please.
“Okay,” you say softly aloud, “1… 2… 3…” And then your wish flies into the air. You two stare at each other afterwards, eyes starry like the sky from your window.
You wished for each other.
Trinket No. 6: Scars, Marks, Tattoos, and Internal Wounds ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
The Things I Only Trust You to Know
It’s another night. Another visit. It wasn’t intentional this time, but your curtains were drawn. They’re almost never drawn, at least not completely. The window was still open though, the night’s breeze ruffled them backwards. Daryl became concerned, so he climbed up, opening the window wider and pushing the curtains to the side to get through.
He saw you crying.
Hearing the thud of his boots stomp lightly to the ground triggered you to turn, body facing the closet as you were curled in your bed. You didn’t want him to see you. “I’m tired tonight, Daryl.” Your voice was low, you tried to keep in neutral. For the most part you were doing well, but it was still obvious you weren’t fine— he saw your face before you covered it.
He sat down on the edge of your bed, his legs hitting by your feet. He didn’t feel like asking if you were okay if you were going to lie and say no. “You can tell me to go if you want,” was all he said, rubbing your arm as he did and then let go. You starting sniffling involuntarily because of the touch. You realized you were holding in a breath, the shaky exhale came out louder than you wished it did. “I’m sorry,” your voice blubbering. You were embarrassed. You hadn’t done this in front of him since before he brought you home.
“Don’t gotta be.”
“I feel stupid,” you say under your breath. You’re still trying to hide your face.
“Stop.” He puts his hand over your body now, on the bed, and he faces you. “What’s wrong?”
You shake your head slowly, looking at him, “I don’t know how to say. I can’t-”
“Just say it,” he said calmly.
You felt heat rising from your throat, it was like the words were trying to come out, but it felt scary to do so, it made your teeth grind against each other. Your head shakes harder, “I don’t think I can.”
He brings a hand to your face and wipes some of your tears with his thumb, “What would you tell me?”
You would tell him to speak, that it’s okay, you both knew it. The thought makes you sit up in your bed, tears still running down your cheeks, but you were going to try.
“You’re just going to get annoyed,” you wipe some of your tears with your wrist, “think I’m dumb, like a little girl.”
“You’re not dumb,” he spoke over you before you finished.
You pause, you shake your head again. The words are on your tongue but you just feel so bad and so embarrassed to admit it. “Sometimes I just…” your voice hitches and your hands goes to your head, more tears fall, “it’s just one of those days, I guess.”
One of Daryl’s hands goes to your shoulder and your upper back, he pats you until it quickly becomes a soft, swaying motion.
Your voice doesn’t go above the lightest whisper as you try to start again, “Sometimes- I just look at myself and I-” a sob erupts from your throat and tears roll much quicker, “I know you’re going to think I’m stupid, but sometimes I just wonder if anyone could love me.” It doesn’t even feel good to finally admit it, but you continue, “I feel like there’s something wrong with me. Like maybe I’m not enough. Or I’ll never be.”
Daryl’s face heats up. How could you ever feel that way about yourself? How do you not see yourself as anything less than everything he’s seen in you since the day he met you? You’re not stupid. Never. He feels stupid for not seeing this in you. He feels stupid for it being so hard for him to tell you everything wonderful about yourself in the way you deserve.
He thinks for a moment, he wishes he was more poetic, but he wasn’t and there are still certain things he’s not ready to say. So he decides on something else as he calls your name, “You’re telling me you can’t see you’re a tough son of a bitch?” The phrase makes you laugh involuntarily through your tears, he always says it like it’s one word. “One that found a way to burn down a hospital and kill a bunch of dickheads in one go just to stay alive?” He huffs, “Prettiest arsonist I’ve seen.”
You gasped but it made you smile lightly, it was funny. “I’m not an arsonist! And it was only part of the building.”
“Coulda fool me.” He tilts his head, “But you’re also probably one of the best scavengers we got. And you’re a good friend.” His hand travels to your knee, “You’re really good at talkin’ to people… and to me.”
You try to let his words fill you up but there is still doubt. “I don’t feel like pretty and really good are the right words.”
“Then you’re wrong.”
You shake your head.
He doesn’t get it, “Well, what do you see that I’m not?”
Your heart beats ferociously, you don’t move, you’re hesitant, you don’t know if this is right, but there is a part of your that wants to. “Can I show you something?” You asked.
He nods.
It’s scary, but you decide to trust him, showing him the part of yourself you felt most ashamed of. The part of you that you thought was unloveable.
But he sees nothing shameful, nothing bad, he just holds onto it or another part of you, caressing you gently. “You’re perfect,” he says, shrugging as if his words aren’t a big deal, but he knows they are. This is the first time he doesn’t keep a thought like this in his head anymore. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”
He turns his back on you now, and he takes a breath, sighing deeply. You’re confused until he sighs and starts to speak; “When you were with those guys— and I know it ain’t the same, but— I know what it’s like. For people to use you.” He swallows hard, “I don’t like myself all the time neither.”
Your eyes widen. He was taking off his shirt. The first thing you see are tattoos, until your eyes travel to the other side, you see what he meant; the scars. “My dad. He was a drunk and a loser and an asshole.” Daryl's voice hitched, you couldn’t tell if he was crying or not, but you had never heard him like this before. “He did it to my brother too, Merle. But then he just left when he was old enough. Didn’t even give a shit that our dad was gonna do it to me,” there was anger in his voice. “He said he didn’t know,” and then he chokes on his words, “but how can I believe that? Thought it’d just skip a generation? He never changed. Neither of ‘em.” You wanted to hold him, but you didn’t know if it was too soon. He was still speaking, “Then when I got old enough, I left too. Some time later I started drifting ‘round with Merle, like that was gonna be any better… Two fucked up kids doing nothin’ with their fucked up lives.” His face turned to the side, you saw his profile, his eyes were red, “That’s what I did before Rick… You all were going to do good things with your life and I was gonna be nothing.”
“Daryl…” you were crestfallen, “I’m so sorry.” You held his arm, stroking it softly. “But you weren’t going to be nothing.”
“Yes, I was.”
“There is no thinking about what could have been. This is how life is. Maybe this was always going to happen,” your voice falters as you say it. “You’re not nothing. You’ve become everything to so many people.”
He turns his face back around and you look at his back again. It was difficult to look at, you won’t lie. Your heart sunk low, like it was being squeezed and brought down to the pit of your stomach to know that someone put him through this. Someone who was supposed to love him. Another tear escaped your eye at of the thought.
“Daryl,” you stutter meekly, “Is it okay if I hold you?”
His nod is so faint you barely see it, but he doesn’t say anything else so you believe it is a yes.
Your fingers ghost over his back until you let the tips of them finally lay on his skin.
His eyes wince and squeeze as he shutters despite your fingers trailing so tenderly. Your palm is now flat on his back as you move downwards and back up again. You kiss near his shoulder, right on the tip of his highest tattoo and then you wrap your arms around him, under his arms over his waist, and he holds your hands there.
You stay there for a long while, you don’t have a recollection of time. The moment feels like forever, although it is sad and you wished you weren’t discussing the things you were to get here, you don’t want it to end. “You’re the bravest person I’ve ever met,” you tell him.
It’s quiet until he says, “No,” disagreeingly, “You’re not brave just because you go through some shit.”
“But you still are,” you insist. “This happened to you and you chose to be the person you are now despite it. You became someone invincible.” You pressed him against you tighter, “I’m proud of you. Every day.”
Finally he turns around and takes you in his arms, your head now resting over his shoulder as your chests touch, closing the gap. You lay down on the bed and he stays on top of you. One hand plays with your hair and you continue to caress his back.
“I really like your tattoos,” you whisper, almost a giggle in your voice. “They look really good on you.”
He smiles a little. He never takes off his shirt so people barely see all the ones he has. He liked that you liked them. “Thank you,” he says.
“Do you want more? If you could?” You also want to ask why he got the ones he did, but the crying has made you sleepy and him being on top of you is making your mind hazy. “I wish I could,” is all you add.
He looks at you, “Maybe that’s the next thing we find.” He was talking about a tattoo gun, “That’s the kind of junk people don’t need now, we’ll look.”
He plays with your hair again, both your smiles are so innocent and lazy, you two would knock out soon, but it was nice to talk about something that used to be mundane for a moment.
“What if we do it and it turns out bad?”
“We’re not gonna find it tomorrow.”
“Right,” you say, moving on. “You know… I remember I used to be so scared of that stuff— needles and blood. I can imagine wincing just thinking about a needle touching me at the doctor’s… But now, I think that’s a pain I’d actually prefer… Rather than the other things we’ve gone through… If there ever was a choice like that.”
He agrees, “If there was a choice, I’d be covered by now.”
You two laugh at that, letting go of each other. Your bodies are on your sides, parallel to one another as you lay down. You’re on the side that faces the window and Daryl’s back is to it. He sees the moonlight illuminate your face because of it, the glow makes you look enchanting.
He wonders if you would get one— a tattoo, or another one, of this: of the moon; of the night where you showed each other parts of your bodies you wanted to hide, thinking they were flaws; of the night where you accepted each other fully despite it. Where he laughed and felt happy even after he shared something so dark. He almost never laughs or feels happiness in its totality, but with you, he does. It happened right now as he’s looking at you.
You see his face glistening in tandem with the white light that shines on you, it’s darker, but it’s still there. You were wondering the same exact thing.
Your eyes feel heavy now. They slowly flutter shut, but you try to keep them open. You don’t want him to leave. But he sees that your face dozing off, you’re tired, your eyes keep trying to close and close fully. He quietly gets up to go, but you stop him. Holding onto his forearm, sliding down to his hand. “Just stay,” you murmur, “please,” it’s light and dream-like. So he does. He doesn’t want to let go of your hand. He doesn’t want to let go of you.
You both stay at your sides, your intertwined hands at the center. He continues to look at you and you smile softly as your body finally allows your eyes to close shut. You drift swiftly to sleep. And he stays awake for a while longer, fixed on you and your slowing breath until sleep finds him too.
Daryl being right there, and you being right next to him, made everything infinitely better.
Despite it being vague on details, feel free to skip around areas of this one if you are not comfortable with reading about the reader being imprisoned at the Sanctuary.
Trinkets No. 7 & 8: The Second Ribbon and the First Kiss ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ જ⁀➴ -`♥︎´-
Confessions From a Broken Bowman and a Battered Beaut
It had taken a long while for you and Daryl to talk again after you escaped the Sanctuary.
The last time he saw you was through your tears as Negan’s men threw him in a van, your eyes bloodshot, wanting to scream and plead. He felt it was his fault that he didn’t fight harder; he felt that it was his fault that you were in there for so long; felt it was his fault that you were taken there in the first place. He couldn’t save Glenn— a burden he still carried so deeply, even after talking to Maggie— and that led to not being able to save you. He felt like he left you, not knowing you would have been in the same place he was if he didn’t escape before you got there. But what choice did he have? He didn’t know. And he doesn’t even know if it’s a good or bad thing to admit that in a heart beat, he would take another day of torture, of abuse and pain, if it meant he was with you, and you could make it out together. One more day for him would have been worth your days only adding up to one hand if it could. It would have been better than just waiting for you on the other side. Having to hide just so Negan wouldn’t find him and kill him and more of his friends because of it.
And even worse, what if he threatened Daryl with you instead? Especially since you were still there, with him. That’s part of the reason why Daryl wanted to blow up the Sanctuary. It would have just been one side. Just enough to cause the chaos you needed to run away from your captures and back home. You were fast enough, he knows you are, and you must have known all the exits by now. He tried to convince himself of it. Rick told him it was a bad idea, dangerous to do that to the workers, and most importantly to you— it too many what ifs if it didn’t work out— but what else was he supposed to do? He needed you out, and the Saviors to be gone. It felt like the only choice.
But then, Daryl saw your face. You got out, you didn’t need another fire. It must have been their first attack against the Sanctuary that helped.
Your breathing was so heavy when you finally stopped, you were running so fast, there were patches of dirt all over you, sweat dripping from your neck. It must have been fate that he, Tara, Micchone, and Rosita were right there on the other side, ironically trying to go back to the place you just escaped from.
All their guns were pointed in your direction. They heard the gunshots, they heard someone running. They instantly dropped everything when they saw that it was you.
It felt like the world turned in its full rotation in seconds, coming into a halt all in this moment. The woods, the running, the chance encounter— him; it’s like you were brought right back to the start.
He was speechless, stunned in a way he didn’t expect, mouth agape and yours the same. You didn’t know what to say and he didn’t know how to apologize in the way he felt he should, so you both just stood there. Tears started to well in your eyes. All he did in the end was look down.
This exchange of stares happened only in a mere matter of seconds until Rosita brought you in for a hug, cursing leaving even though she knew you didn’t have a choice, being so happy you were back, but for you it felt agonizingly long.
And for Daryl, it all felt endlessly hopeless. The reality that his plan probably could, or most definitely would have killed you sunk in. He was stupid for thinking that it could work. And seeing you in that wife's dress? A black bow tied to the back of your head? It was unbearable. He hates that he found it hard to even look at you.
The two other women welcomed you back, Michonne even looked teary eyed. The sight made some of your own tears fall because of it. She took you by the shoulder and Rosita took your waist, guiding you to the trunk. Tara went back near Daryl, she wanted to ask if their new plan at the Sanctuary was still a go but waited when she noticed Rosita sent a glare Daryl’s way. It honestly did more to Tara than Daryl. He didn’t even bother meeting her face, he was already punching himself for his silence, for his inaction. He just got in the driver’s seat and took off.
After that, you watched him, waiting to see when his eyes would finally meet yours, but he tried to avoid them as much as he could. The only time he spoke to you was to ask if you were okay when Alexandria fell and you were all in the sewers, and when he entrusted you to take care of Judith as he guided everyone to the Hilltop afterwards.
This treatment was excruciating, but you said nothing. You didn’t feel like yelling at him, you just wanted him. And there was no time between when you came back to right now when you could speak alone anyway if you did want to yell. If you asked why he probably would just shoved you off and you’d get more sad and upset than you already were, or maybe you’d pester, demanding some kind of answer and he'd be the one that might yell… no reason to fight in front of people, especially since there are so many other things to worry about.
But you remember when you finally got to the Hilltop, and how you saw the way he embraced Carol almost right after he saw her. You weren’t upset about that specifically. You admired Carol, even if you didn’t get to know her that well yet. You knew they loved each other, you thought they had a beautiful relationship… It wasn’t that. It was the fact that you fought all the way to get back to your family, to him, and it felt like it was all just so he could act like a stranger again. He didn’t even say hello when he saw you, or ask how you got out, or that he missed you. Maybe he didn’t. That was the real reason you said nothing. The thought broke your heart.
You could at least say that Negan talked to you, and didn’t keep all his feelings inside– whether they were real or not, you were only half sure somtimes– but your time at the Sanctuary, becoming a soon-to-be-wife, it was a hardship only you endured. No one would understand the humor of that sick joke, and it especially wasn’t the time nor would it ever be when everyone hated him and wanted to kill him so desperately.
The next day came by, you all prepared for the Saviors to attack at Hilltop. You were on a break, sitting in the cellar. It was dark, but it helped relieve you from the incessant heat that beamed outside.
Daryl was looking for you. This happened to be the third place he went around. He had just spoke to Rick, apologized for their fight. He felt awful that it took until after Carl passed for them to talk about it, and that his passing made Rick start to believe all the killing might be the only option like Daryl believed before. He still wasn’t sure what he felt now. All he knew is he couldn’t let you two go on like this any longer. It was time to talk to you.
As he opened the cellar door he kept it slightly open, letting the light emanate through.
He sits down next to you, bringing his knees up as he usually does. You don’t bother looking at him. Maybe he would just ask you to do him a favor like last time.
There is silence for a moment. He doesn’t know where to begin. All he decides to say is, “You got Judith here safe, I made sure Rick knew. Thank you.”
“You’re the one who led us here.” Your voice says quietly.
“You helped chop a lot of those walkers down in the swap.”
You sigh, not answering him right away. “This isn’t a competition.”
“I know,” he mutters.
Silence is all that hangs in the air again. With each second that passes it makes your throat swell, bubbling up to your tongue and brain as it usually does until you’re trying to hold back tears.
Daryl was feeling similarly. All his words were caught in his throat too, wanting to be said out loud but he can’t, it’s like someone is squeezing and choking him right there. And he can see your teary eyes, it could almost make his eyes match.
He says your name low and slow, “Do you hate me?”
You’re stunned at the thought. Your words are hushed but vehement, “How could you ever think I’d hate you?”
“I left you-”
“You didn’t know.”
“I could’ve fought harder when they put me in that van, you grabbed onto me and I still let them take me—”
You speak in between his words, “Why are you acting like you had a choice?!”
“—I could’ve went back right after they told me that’s where you were. Not leave you! I coulda done that.”
You shake your head, your voice a sharp whisper, “If you tried either of those things you would have been dead. Everything would be worse and this probably still would have happened.”
“I could’ve done something,” is all he repeats. Quietness fills the space again. You’re never going to agree on this. He’s stuck on what happened and you’re upset about what’s happening.
You breathe in shakily. He’s still finding it hard to look and it hurts, it makes you sad and angry.
Your voice becomes stifled, almost weepingly as you ask, “Daryl… Why can’t you even look at me? Why have you barely talked to me since I came back?”
His voice raises strainingly, “Cause I left you.”
Your voice cries as your head shakes again slowly, “You didn’t leave me, they took me. You left me now.” That makes him turn. You see his eyes, they’re puffed and the whites of his eyes are a faint red, and yours are still watery. “It’s not your fault.”
The backs of your fingertips brush against his cheek, feeling the bristles of his beard and you go down further, continuing to shake your head sadly, moving back to your face to wipe your own tears.
“Did they put you in that cell? Take your stuff?”
“Only the first time I came there. And then the two other times I tried to escape. After that I was sent to sleep with the other girls.” Your voice is quiet, “I don’t think it was the same for me like it was for you.”
“Did he,” he almost can't say it, “Did he hurt you?”
You knew what he meant. All you could do was shake your head slowly, it was a gesture of no.
He nods, his mouth fixed. Some relief is finally released from that, but this doesn’t change anything. They still took you away, they probably put you in a cell, they don’t deserve mercy. He wants to tell you that you all are still going to kill Negan and how he still plans on killing Dwight, but he holds his tongue. This wasn’t what being with you was about right now. His mind races with plans, just thinking of how to get close to them, how to commit the final act, until you speak, reading is mind again.
“I-” you stutter ashamedly, “I think- I know that my time in there has changed me and maybe I see things differently or know more than I used to but… it doesn’t change that I’m with you. I never let that go.” You whimper, “It just hurt when you didn’t say anything to me. Like you were disgusted by me.” You can’t help the string of sobs that come out.
“No,” Daryl holds your face close to his. The bottom of his palm reaching your neck, his fingertips extending over your cheeks, his thumb caressing over the area under and behind your ears. “I fucked up. I was going to try to blow up a part of the Sanctuary… even before I knew you got out… If you got hurt that would have been my fault. That would have been on me. I’d never see you again- Would’ve hated myself.” His voice hitches, it’s rasp so coarse and grating.
You hug him instantly. Your hands go under his arms and one of his goes in your hair, holding your head so tightly as it presses into his shoulder. He cries, “I’m sorry.”
“Stop” You breathe him in, “It’s okay.”
“It aint.”
“It doesn’t matter now.“ You wait a moment, telling him quietly into his neck, “I only want to be with you.”
“And what if it goes bad? What if I hurt you again?”
“We’re going to hurt each other, Daryl. What matters is we try and we stay. That’s it.”
He faces you now. His nose brushes against yours, your foreheads connect, it makes your eyes flutter shut. Your tears are drying the longer he holds you like that and everything feels so warm. Your heart, your brain, your cheeks and his fingertips against them. It makes you feel it again, that fearlessness— you kiss him. Gently touching his jaw, your chin moves upwards, your mouths opens, your lips twist so softly with his, you already can’t breathe, and then you let go.
As he looks at your face, he smiles, realizing he’s seeing the girl he used to know again. His sunshine girl with the stars in her eyes. They’re shining up, still half sad and glossy, but the bright lights are slowly coming back on. His dream is back. She’s real. You’re real. You’re trying, you’re staying, so will he.
He takes your neck and kisses you this time. His tongue slips in, you’re so surprised, you gasp into his mouth. It makes you both smile into the kiss. You come closer and he helps you into his lap, allowing you to lean in. His hands go to your waist and yours to his shoulders. Then one of his hands runs up to your hair and your opposite hand does the same to him. You want to touch each other everywhere now.
Then he feels the ribbon, the black one. It makes him stop.
You’re worried, “What happened?”
He holds the piece of hair that the ribbon is secured to, it’s only a little part, the rest of your hair is down, and he undoes the bow, discarding it to the ground. Your hair falls messily over your ears and down your neck. “You don’t need that anymore.”
Daryl pushes your hips and you sit on the floor again. He’s reaching in his pocket, and you can’t believe it, it’s another one. A dark ruby, maybe a silky burgundy one it was in color— it was another ribbon.
“How long have you had that?”
“Since I found the other one.” He shrugs, “I thought the first one was better.” This one had fraying on one end, unraveling just a bit.
You would have said that you could sew it later, but you didn’t, you said only what mattered: “It’s perfect.”
Daryl doesn’t argue. This is him trying, he takes the win.
He doesn’t know how to put it nicely in your hair, how you do it with the different styles, so he just wraps all of your hair in a ponytail, just like last time, tying it into a bow.
It feels like a gift, not just because he gave it to you and not because it looks like a decoration on top of one, but it is all of it— this moment, the conversation— it all feels like breathing new life into something you worried might be slowly withering and dying. You exhale, it felt so nice to feel him so close, to feel his fingers run through your hair, to feel his breath on your skin.
“Think maybe this suits you better now,” he says, and maybe it always has.
He leans back against the wall and you lay your head and back in the crux of his knees and chest. You look up into his eyes and he does the same right down at you. There was more work to be done, more fighting to endure, but for now, you lay there as if you were the only two in the world. In a moment of sweet understanding; in a moment of love. You could finally admit it to yourself now, you were absolutely and monumentally in love.
… I could go on forever ♡ perhaps this can be a mini-series where I post one when I think of another and you can feel free to request a trinket you think Daryl would give the reader and I’ll post it and respond or even write a blurb for it and add it to the list if it’s a good fit! Thank you for reading. ⋆。°✩
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celtic-crossbow · 7 months
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I Can Sabotage Me By Myself
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Setting: Early Alexandria
Warnings: Typical TWD violence, descriptions of injuries, temporary character death (I promise)
Summary: You always knew it would hurt to lose Daryl, but you never imagined it would feel like this.
A/N: Honestly, today has not been a good day for me. So I needed some super angst. I apologize in advance.
©celtic-crossbow 2023. I do not allow for my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or placed on any other platform without my consent.
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“Don’t touch him!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, your hands pulling away from the man on the ground for a moment. Rick backed away, his wide eyes shining with unshed tears. He didn’t go far but just away was enough. You leaned down, smoothing back the archer’s hair, not even caring about the blood that was wetting the strands you touched. “Hey, hey, hey. I’m here. Just look at me, I’m here.”
Daryl’s eyes were wide and focused on you; god, the prettiest blue eyes you had ever seen. You always told him you could see everything you had ever wanted in his eyes. Even now, when they were filled with pain and fear, you could still see everything. 
“Ssshhh,” you tried to soothe him, even as blood streamed over his lips. The bite in his throat was deep. It was fatal. You knew that. He did, too. Still, you held pressure against it. He would bleed out faster if you didn’t. You were selfish. He was in pain, choking on his own blood and all you could think about was hoping he’d last one more minute. And then one more. And then one more. 
Daryl brought his hand to your face, cupping your cheek and leaving a crimson print on your skin. You didn’t care. That’s not what you felt at that moment. You felt his touch, cooler but still warm. Still alive. 
“You’re alright.” You lied. You knew that he knew that too, but even as he coughed and red burst past his lips, he smiled at you. It was small and pained but genuine. When his hand fell away from your face and you clearly heard the sounds of your friends sobbing over the gunfire and struggles still happening around you, you knew you couldn’t pretend any longer. “Please, don’t go.” 
Daryl was still now, blinking slowly, any fight left in him fizzling out. He was still watching you. You could tell there was so much he wanted to say. “Please, Daryl, I can’t. I can’t do any of this without you.” The movement was so slow and soft, the very last of his energy. He put his hand on his chest, over his heart, and then pointed a trembling finger at you. You nodded, grabbing that hand to kiss his palm and hold it against where your own heart was beating. “Me too.” You whispered, watching his eyes close. “Me too.”
All other sounds faded, no longer mattering. You stayed frozen to that spot, his hand still held against your chest. You kept it there, trembling as you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his forehead and then his mouth, ignoring the blood there. Your fingers gently grasped his chin and turned his face away from you before you took hold of the hilt of the knife strapped to your thigh. The flames burning all around you reflected on the blade as its sharp tip pressed in just below the base of his skull. “Me too.” You whispered again. The wail you released echoed as you drove the knife forward, all you could hear over and over and over and over and then darkness. 
You sat up with a gasp, skin glistening with sweat that had your camisole sticking flush against you, heart pounding a tattoo into your ribs. There wasn’t enough air. You were looking frantically around the room. The lighting from one small window was dim at best, but you could see the bed you were lying on. There were clothes on the floor, in a pile against the wall. One small shelf. Two nightstands. A door, half open. You could barely make out the toilet and shower stall. Next to the main door, propped against the wall, was a crossbow. 
Daryl’s room. 
Had you come down here and passed out after it happened? You were so confused. Your chest ached, both from lack of air and something else. Still gasping through an onslaught of tears, you looked down beside you to Daryl’s pillow. You fell onto your side and pulled it against your chest, sobbing through uncontrolled breaths. It still smelled like him. 
The door creaked loudly as it opened. Daryl had always scowled at the thing and said he would fix it. You didn’t know who had entered but they turned on the light. You were certain they’d be distressed at finding you like this: tangled in the sheets, crying, and hugging the archer’s pillow. Surely, they’d understand. 
“The hell ya doin’ ta my pillow?”
You froze. You stopped breathing, eyes wide open. Sitting up quickly, your bloodshot eyes landed on the very man you had just been mourning. He was standing in the doorway, slowly closing the thing behind him while he kept his worried gaze on you. 
“Ya alrigh’? Ya look like shit.” He drawled. He took a slow step toward you, hands up like he was showing you he was unarmed. Your breathing had picked up again but your body didn’t seem to be getting the signals your brain was sending it. “Y/N?” He was at the foot of the bed now, leaning down with his head tilted. 
Before he could say anything else, you launched at him, arms winding around his neck. Your body collided with his so forcefully that he stumbled back with a grunt, able to catch his balance even as your legs wrapped around his waist. He didn’t say anything as you all but wailed against his neck. His arms, which had been hovering outward, found their way around you so he could gently rub your back. 
“Ya gonna tell me wha’s goin’ on?” He walked forward and sat down with you still firmly attached to his front. You shook your head against him. “Fair ‘nough.” He shrugged and continued to rub your back until your sobs quieted to occasional hiccups. You finally pulled back, eyes swollen and red. Daryl gave you a concerned once over and then tucked some hair behind your ear. 
“I had…I had a nightmare.” You knew now it had been just that. Your sleep-addled brain had earlier left you confused and emotional, unable to pull yourself out of the terror you had endured. You were able to remember going hunting with Daryl that morning. The two of you had returned with a small doe. A headache had been threatening to build all day, so Daryl had sent you off for a nap and reminded you to take something for your head. “Alexandria was… there were walkers everywhere… Daryl, you were bit…” Your hand quickly pressed against his throat, as if you were assuring yourself there was no wound. “I watched as… I had to…” 
“M’right here.” Somehow, he made sense of your ramblings. He tried to catch your eyes but you lowered your head.  “Hey.” His finger hooked beneath your chin and guided you to look at him. “M’fine. Been helpin’ Carol fer the past couple hours. M’good.” He released your chin only to take one of your hands. He pulled his vest aside to place your palm against the shirt he wore beneath it. His heart beat strongly against your touch, if not a little fast. “See?”
You laughed in spite of yourself. You were awake now and had already figured out that it had all been a grizzly nightmare, but this somehow brought you a new level of calm. Before he could say anything else, you pressed your mouth against his, smiling at the ‘oomph’ that escaped him. He proceeded to kiss you breathless, until you were just a boneless heap in his arms. 
“Ya good now?” He asked, pushing you back a little to see your face. 
“I’m good.” You smiled softly, tracing your fingertips along his jaw. 
“Good.” He grabbed your arm and pulled while standing, his other arm behind your thighs hoisting you the rest of the way across his shoulder. Your laughter bubbled up and out of your throat as your fists lightly pounded against his back. “Le’s getcha fed an’ then we can spend the resta the night lettin’ ya find out jus’ how alive I am.”
“Oh my god, Daryl! Shut up!”
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cultofdixon · 9 months
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Good things come unexpectedly
Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • It’s funny. In the apocalypse, you tend to think you’re immune to certain things happening. Then another “heated” night, leads to a bun in the oven • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - Unprotected sex / missionary • TW: Pregnancy & Birth / Anxiety / Minor injuries / friends with benefits / Vomiting / Sleep Deprivation
Requested by: Anon
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Mmm…it has been about a week since the Saviors War ended and a few things returned to normal.
A few good things.
Y/N fell back first into the bed with a soft thud it didn’t take long for Daryl to climb on top of her. He firmly presses his lips against hers bringing his big strong calloused hands to her hips. Her hands found purchase on his shoulder blades gripping onto the back of his vest while his tongue pushes past her lips exploring her mouth.
The two have been best friends since the quarry days because it felt natural. Finding another person in the world that understands the horrors you endured way before the real-life horrors of the undead came a lurking. Them getting to this point? Used to be pure stress relief, and still is. But now it was more whenever they wanted a moment when both parties wanted it. Because both respected the other when the other wasn’t in the mood. Their friendship comes before their friends with benefits.
Even if it’s been years…and feelings have changed. But neither said anything.
“Daryl—-“ Y/N moans pulling her lips away from Daryl as he instantly went for her neck when they parted. “Fuck me” She begs resulting in a low growl escaping the archer’s lips.
The man grew excited over those little words making him pull away starting to get his pants off. Y/N pushes herself away to get herself out of her shorts and panties once she was bare, he grabbed her by the thighs pulling her flush against him. Daryl situated himself in between her legs she felt the heat instantly shoot to her core when feeling his cock gather up her slick.
“You always this excited for me?” Daryl smirks watching her body jerk when he’d smack the tip of his dick against her sensitive clit.
“A l w a y s” Y/N emphasizes watching him line himself up and push his entire length in, keeping his eyes on her smirking even more when she threw her head back moaning.
He didn’t hesitate to get quick and dirty with it as he leaned into her, gripping her hips as he started to piston in her warmth. His movements only quickened as Y/N found herself latching onto his shoulders trying not to dig her nails into his vest.
After a long needed relief, Daryl stretched himself out a few hours later finding Y/N fast asleep curled beside him but he knew the second he woke he had to get up and leave. Something they had agreed on. No sleepovers. He didn’t mean to knock out after but he couldn’t help once he finished to admire the woman beneath him and take advantage of the exhaustion they both felt to sleep next to her for a while.
The archer made his way after redressing back to his basement place under the Grimes’ residence.
About a month has passed since that night, and they had a few more rounds within the time…now they had to get back to work on rebuilding the communities and keeping their families safe even if the threats were taken care of for the most part.
“Y/N is going with you right?”
“Yeah, why?”
“She looked tired during the council meeting. More than usual, just keep an eye on her okay?” Michonne informs Daryl, like he wasn’t going to out of instinct. But now he has something to worry about.
Y/N quickly caught up with the group approaching Daryl on his bike about to hop on when she froze for a moment. The archer frowns noticing her still before getting onto the back of his bike.
“You okay?”
“Mhm. Hilltop today right?”
“Yeah, gonna meet Hershel Jr while helpin’ with their new farming plots”
“Yeah I Uhm. Heard from the meeting” Y/N rubs her temple for a second before wrapping her arms around his middle as he felt her tighten her grip. “Just go slow”
Her saying such only added to his worry but he didn’t much of it. He is usually careful and it wouldn’t be the first time if she fell asleep against his back. Which she did for this ride, and thank god the drive to Hilltop was short.
When the bike came to a stop is when Y/N woke but she didn’t wake exhausted or in a normal manner. She quickly got off the back of Daryl’s bike jostling him slightly to regain balance as she made a beeline for the tree line. Disappearing for a few minutes. Rick steps out of the truck with Rosita as they both had witnessed Y/N sprint into the forest and Daryl not instantly chase after her given she came back. But it did spark a few questions for Rick to ask Daryl, even if the archer was clueless himself.
They were in the middle of work, following Tara’s lead in the farming while Maggie rests inside the Barrington House with her newborn. Rick pulled himself away for a second to approach Daryl who was helping a Hilltop resident build the wooden farm plot frames.
“Daryl?”
“Hm?”
“Where’s Y/N?”
“In the woods?”
“And why is she?”
“Settin’ up snares when I asked the second time she ran out there. First time, no clue why she did”
“Is she feelin’ alright?” Rick questions resulting in both of them quickly turning and drawing attention to their action of watching Y/N getting the soil ready for planting.
“She looks fine” Daryl frowns not looking away as he watches Y/N pull away sitting on the ground a second from her crouched position to take a breather.
“Hey!” Rick calls out, drawing Y/N’s attention to the retired sheriff’s calm composure with the archer’s frantic one. “It’s hot, yea better be drinking water”
“The fuck are you? My dad?” She groans getting up and going to get exactly that from within the walls of the Hilltop.
The archer immediately elbows Rick getting a confused look from him. “Didn’t want her seeing my face”
“We’re all worried, she could see the same thing from me”
“Your poker face is failin’ if your daughter can call yea out on your bluff” Daryl rolls his eyes handing the hammer and nails to Rick before following after Y/N to check on her.
Man the girl moves fast Daryl looked around the entire plot not finding Y/N outside of any buildings and he wasn’t about to go on a witch hunt through the trailers so he went for the Barrington House immediately.
The silence that was instantly met, made the archer a bit uncomfortable. He half expected it to be louder given there’s a newborn around and people coming in and out to update Maggie.
Daryl made his way upstairs finding Tara holding baby Hershel while Jesus was talking to Maggie about what the Alexandrians came to do. But no Y/N.
“You’ve seen Y/N, Mags?” Daryl cuts into the conversation when it reached an appropriate time to interrupt.
“She’s sleeping in my room, you can check on her if you’d like”
“Looked pretty dehydrated and y’all have only been around for a few hours” Jesus adds before the archer went to check on Y/N.
It didn’t take much for Y/N to wake out of anxious feeling that someone was around. It’s a terrible habit that develops from the years of being around the undead, so waking and looking like she was about to get grabbed only concerned Daryl when he sat on the edge of the bed.
“Sorry”
“It’s cool…uh. Did Rick need me or something?”
“Nah I wanted to check on yea” The concern laced in his voice made her worry. She slowly sat up in the bed brushing her hair back followed with a small yawn. “You feelin’ alright, Y/N?”
“Not really…haven’t been for a few days, just. Knew I had to come today”
“Didn’t have to”
“I’m not—-Never mind” She cut herself off suddenly as it obviously didn’t go unnoticed that there was more to it.
But before Daryl could even ask, Y/N slipped out of the bed turning away from him when she immediately didn’t feel well.
“Y/N—-“ Daryl frowns getting up about to grab her shoulder when she suddenly ran toward the bathroom puking the contents of her stomach. Which wasn’t much. She’s been doing that all day.
Y/N stayed in the bathroom for a while as Daryl stood on the other side feeling himself stress over a couple of thoughts. But the main one took over and he opened the door without another second of stress on the obvious.
Instead of this being met with…excitement and a calming discussion.
Everyone witnessed Daryl chase Y/N out of the Barrington House trying to talk to her when she had zero interest in doing so.
“Why didn’t you fucking say anything?!”
“It’s too early, it could be a false positive”
“That’s very un-fucking-likely given the track record of our group” Daryl scoffs continuing to follow her as the yelling drew a few’s attention. “Fucking hell! YOU RODE ON THE BACK OF MY BIKE LIKE THAT”
“SO?!” Y/N snaps getting up in his face. “ITS MY BODY AND FOR FUCKS SAKE DARYL ITS TOO EARLY”
“That don’t fucking matter. IT DONT FUCKIN’ MATTER” He snaps. “FALSE OR NOT—-YOU HAVE A SUSPICION AND SHOULDNT HAVE RISKED IT”
Rick was about to intervene when Y/N pushed him aside, swiftly taking the car keys from his pocket and heading toward the vehicle which only drove Daryl a bit angrier.
“Nah we gotta talk—-“
“NO!” She shoved Daryl back to give them enough space and the way her face contorted into sadness after anger immediately. He froze. “I’m not arguing with you before I drive off. Or I will actually get fucking hurt in a much safer vehicle compared to yours! I’m gonna get this fucking shit confirmed and when we talk about it next—-You better have checked yourself. Cuz I’m scared out of my goddamn mind if it’s real” and she got in the car and left back for Alexandria.
Daryl stood there still trying to wrap his head around what had happened. They never keep secrets. Or suspicions. Or whatever! He started to get frustrated with himself over something that is going to change his life forever.
It’s time to get his head out of his own ass and tell her how he’s felt since they’ve first met. But like every story like this. He never wanted to ruin the friendship. Neither does she.
As much as others wanted to question Daryl and or go back to Alexandria to ask Y/N. They knew after that public display, neither of them wanted to be talked to about it. Let them bring it up. Which Daryl did three days since that fight.
“Rick, you got a sec?”
Rick was holding Hershel at the time and that honestly felt like some odd sign to Daryl as he waited for his brother to hand the baby back to his mother before leaving the room with Daryl.
“How’d yea find out?”
“When Siddiq came by this morning” Y/N didn’t tell him that she was pregnant because of that fight. She needed the space just for a little while longer and she trusted Siddiq to go straight to Daryl.
“I didn’t even know the two of you were that close. Y’all have always been best friends and no one questioned it further”
“We are usually careful. To avoid this”
“Well, what do you want me to say here? Cuz the truth is? It’s Y/N’s body, if she wants to keep it or not. You can say your peace and she can reevaluate but given Siddiq came instead of her? She’s still thinking about it”
“What should I do? Right now. Not the future or whatever”
“Go to her, talk to her about it. Right now it’s just the future regarding having a baby or not. This is a big change on its own that y’all can talk about your relationship after.”
“Right…” Daryl frowns lifting himself up off the steps to the Barrington House and whistling for the gate keepers to open them up for him the second he got on his bike.
The ride was quick. No traffic’s laws anymore so he was speeding down the streets. He was careful though, because deep down if Y/N found out how fast he was being, she’d lash out that he was reckless.
As the gates to Alexandria open up, Y/N froze on the steps to her place feeling Michonne’s hand leave her back as she was radio’d a few minutes prior by her partner that Daryl was on his way. She had to tell Y/N to prepare her for whatever conversation he’ll have with her. Even if it will be messy regardless. As the bike approaches its stop, Michonne got up entirely making her leave as she gave Daryl a look that was more of a warning.
Soon the two were in the living room and Y/N sat silently in the couch while Daryl stood propped against the wall.
“We’re usually careful”
“Yeah, can’t say that now” Y/N frowns keeping her gaze on the floor as Daryl kept looking at her occasionally. “What do you want to do?”
“It’s your body, I don’t really…got a lot of say in the matter. You’re carrying it”
“But it’ll be our baby.” She states looking up at him watching him relax for once since arriving home. “You get a say…and if…fuck…” She groans bringing her head in between her legs staying like that for a moment.
When Y/N lifted her head once the nauseous feeling subsided, she noticed a bucket placed beside her and that Daryl had moved since she had to take a minute. Which lead her to start tearing up.
“I’m scared Daryl…I…I couldn’t have asked for anyone else…but I’m really fucking scared to have a baby”
Daryl finally brought himself to sit with her gently wiping away the tears that fell. “I ain’t ever leavin’ yea, I’m gonna be right here with yea. Let me take care of you and our baby” he states knowing that she couldn’t help the more tears that fell as he brought her into his embrace holding onto her.
This changes a lot
But Y/N was thankful he didn’t leave her to deal with this alone. Not that Daryl would want that. He’s always seen a future, a future with her. This is simply taking another route to their endgame.
First Trimester
“So are you finally going to talk about it?” Aaron questions Daryl while they packed up the truck to bring lumber to the Kingdom for rebuilding.
“Don’t think there’s a good time”
“Seriously? Okay—-first, I was the only one that knew the two of you were fucking. Now I’m the only one to know that you’ve been in love with your baby mama for fucking years?”
“The second half yea ain’t the only one that knows. Fuckin’ everyone close to me knows except her”
“Man. I wish it was the first one. Why was I the only one that knew the two of you were…intimate”
“You’re the only dumbass that walked in on us” Daryl scoffs closing the trunk and heading to the drivers as Aaron couldn’t argue with the obvious.
The two drove to the Kingdom still discussing the matter as the general census is Daryl should tell Y/N how he feels. Especially when the future plans are out of order. As the two drew close to the kingdom, Daryl noticed the gates were open and Y/N standing outside the walls with her hunting gear making him quickly step out once he parked.
“The fuck you doing?”
“Going hunting with Carol”
“Nah, you can’t go”
“And…why is that?” Y/N crosses her arms glaring at the archer as he only returned the same look.
“You’re pregnant”
“Oh my god….no! NO—-Really?!” Y/N gasps dramatically, causing a laugh to escape from Carol as she watches this unfold. “Are you sure? I couldn’t tell from my swollen breasts and inability to keep a fucking meal down.” She hissed only for Daryl to get a bit annoyed but he knew if he argued further, she might hit him. “I’ll be fucking fine! I’ve got Carol”
“Let me—-“
“No, you made a promise to Ezekiel to help rebuild the theater and that’s what you’re going to do” Carol interrupts taking Y/N along with her, letting her take the lead before turning back to Daryl. ‘I’ve got her’ she mouthed to him.
As the two found a spot to scout out for any game that comes by, Y/N presses her forehead against the fallen tree they were hidden behind trying not to lose the contents of her stomach. Carol instantly sets her bow down, resting a hand on her friend’s back rubbing soothing circles while her free hand went through her bag to get her canteen.
“Yknow. I had it really bad when I was pregnant with Sophia. Tried to use my brain power to stop myself, it never ends well”
“So I shouldn’t…hold back?”
“Exactly” as Carol pulls away to open the canteen she watches Y/N quickly turn away and vomit. “Yeah, don’t hold it in. Only going to make you feel worse”
Once Y/N finished, she flinched suddenly hearing the swift sound of the arrow brushing passed indicating Carol fired at something. Y/N quickly turned to find the deer she had just shot and turned back around staring straight ahead.
“If you want some advice. I’d look up for a long while. Yknow when you feel your eyes strain a little? To avoid crying”
“Thanks” Y/N choked up as Carol sympathetically pats her shoulder before going to collect their game.
Daryl finished his part of repairing and went to check on Y/N in the studio apartment like room the two were given to spend the night at the kingdom. He quietly enters the room even if he did expect Y/N to still be awake and she was, quietly sitting on the bed as she was rubbing her arms a bit. Maybe something on them. Daryl didn’t get a good look until he approached the bed seeing the exhaustion in her eyes as she was rubbing a bit of the soreness out of her.
“Saw the two deer yea brought back. Nice work”
“Even pregnant I can still get the job done”
“I never doubted yea”
“Seemed like it…but before you protest what I said, I know you’re just looking out for me” Y/N got up from the bed as Daryl quickly realized the button down of his she was wearing while the shorts were hers. She wanted to be comfortable.
Daryl slowly approaches Y/N gently brushing the stray hair behind her ear still taking note of her exhaustion even when he admired her features. She did the same to his taking note of every freckle, beauty mark, and scar…all of it that graced his face.
I hope he looks like him
God I want her to look like her
“Yknow…what really sucks…about pregnancy” Y/N whispers listening to the hum of acknowledgment from the archer. She carefully brought her hands to remove vest, setting it on the bed before drawing her hands to the hem of his shirt. “I have these cravings…for some, it’s mainly strange food combinations…but I know what I really want” she looks up at Daryl through a hooded gaze.
“Mm. Well…yea can’t get anymore pregnant that’s for sure” He kept his voice low as he got to work on the buttons of his shirt on her, noticing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath such.
“Exactly” and then one thing lead to another
Which left Daryl contemplating leaving the bed after their moment, but he didn’t want to. It just felt…weird. Does he still follow the fuck buddy rules or are they different because she’s carrying his child? It is different. But he didn’t know what to do until he tried slipping away only for her…
“You can stay…” Y/N whispers to him as she turns on her back watching Daryl settling back into the bed at first in the same position she was laying.
Then naturally the two got comfortable where Y/N was curled up in his embrace sound asleep as for him, he was still very much awake watching her sleep peacefully and without even realizing he whispers “I love you” to her sleeping form. That when he finally fell asleep, she had opened her eyes indicating she wasn’t asleep when he said such. But he’ll never know that.
Second Trimester
“You’re what?”
“Just for a few weeks”
“But you’ll be at the Sanctuary.” Y/N frowns feeling a knot in her stomach tighten as she looks down at her belly holding it protectively. “You’re gonna mis—“
“Nah, nah I’ll be back before that” Daryl reassures, gently taking her face into his hands watching the sadness grow on her. Leading to him to delicately brush his thumbs under her eyes when she closed them to help soothe the sensation where she was about to cry. “I ain’t missin’ anything okay?”
“But you’re leaving…you’re going there…whose idea was that even?”
“Rick’s” Daryl didn’t even bother trying to hide who asked him to watch that dreadful place and the second the name was released, Y/N’s mood instantly dropped.
“But doesn’t he…” She stopped herself when Daryl held his head down and then it was obvious. “D, you shouldn’t do this”
“No one else is gonna”
“Then I’m—-“
“No. You’re not coming.”
“…Daryl, please” Y/N pouts trying to use the puppy dog eyes on him to at least get him to stay because he would argue until he’s blue in the face to not have her go with him.
“Sunshine…” He never uses pet names. “I gotta do this. I’ll be back before you know it”
It’s been about a week and a half since that interaction and Y/N was hating every second of it.
If she wasn’t pregnant she could be with him
If he told Rick what that place did to him, he wouldn’t be there
If the harsher saviors were just “taken care of” then no one would have to watch that shithole
Honestly. The separation stressed Y/N out because she didn’t know what was going on even if for the most part, nothing was happening. She started to nest to try and ease her creeping anxiety but when Michonne came to check on her best friend, she noticed Y/N sitting on the floor of the living/dining room area surrounded by Judith hand me downs, “new” baby clothes, blankets gifted, a basket or two full of cloth diapers, and generally more baby stuff that Y/N knows from the baby book given to her from Maggie and some confusing items that were more like “they’re gonna need this in the apocalypse” which meant they can’t use it until they can stand or at least form a thought.
“Who gave you the knife?”
“Gabriel…he also found a “baby’s first bible” thing and it’s just. A little weird”
“How come?” Michonne asks as she sat down with her noticing the sadden expression.
“I don’t think I can believe in something that’s meant to protect his children but here we are. Living with the walking dead and having one of his kids live in a triggering environment…” Y/N frowns looking down at the miscellaneous items before piling them into an empty basket.
“You want me to radio Daryl to come back? Because I can.”
“Is it really that simple…”
“Sometimes it is. Daryl may have went but he did blow up on Rick about the matter. Plus he has dad guilt.”
“The fuck does that mean?”
“You know how Judith would start sobbing if Rick didn’t do what she asks? He instantly folds. Not saying you should cry in front of Rick but that could get him to bring Daryl back”
“I can’t, Michonne…” Y/N frowns messing with her finger tips. “He said he’ll be back in two weeks…I should just be patient”
Daryl found himself sitting in the loading bay lighting a cig, given he can’t smoke around Y/N. Not like he did before she was pregnant. He kept glancing at the radio by his side waiting for it to buzz or a voice to pierce through.
He really wants to go home
“You feeling okay?”
“Yeah…I think so” Y/N frowns looking at the worry written on Siddiq’s face as her anxiety resurfaced. “Is it—-“
“No! No…well. Your blood pressure is really high and that’s not good for you or baby” Siddiq gently takes off the blood pressure cuff followed by the stethoscope around his neck. “Are you okay? Like really okay”
Y/N couldn’t hold it in anymore and started balling her eyes out to Siddiq who didn’t know what to do in the moment other than hold her hand and wipe away the few tears.
Since Daryl left, Y/N has been stressed. We know this. But it really got to her that she hasn’t slept most nights thinking something bad could be happening to her best friend…her baby daddy…her…yeah. She wasn’t feeling alright and Siddiq forced her on bedrest. And to make sure she stays in bed, Michonne and Rick (plus Judith) have been keeping an eye on her by staying in her home.
Rick being the most recent one on shift to keep an eye on Y/N. Met the short end of the stick really fast.
“Go away”
“Y/N, I’m just getting you more water”
“Then send in Michonne or have Judith give it to me”
“Michonne is on a run and Judith is napping. Please—-“
“No! No…I shouldn’t even be in this situation” She broke down holding herself as she couldn’t look him in the eye. “You have no idea what that place did to my Daryl. It broke him…and it took him til the end of the war to just tell me what they did. You let him watch a place that beaten him close to death, psychologically broke an already broken part of him that took years to repair the first time…I didn’t want him to go…I didn’t want him to go alone…I wanted to be with him I want to be with him for the rest of my life…why would you do that” She balled, now trying to stop herself from crying as she let go of a lot of pent up emotions as Rick brought himself over setting the glass on the nightstand and instantly taking Y/N into his embrace knowing she’d fight at first before holding onto him. “I just want my Daryl back”
Michonne was right. Crying at Rick would get him to fold. But she also didn’t expect all of the stress that Y/N was enduring to spill into her words, and that’s what really got Rick.
“Daryl. You copy?”
The archer was once lost in his thought, quickly picked up the radio after setting down something on his pack. “What’s up Rick?”
“Come back. We’ll figure out something else regarding the Sanctuary.”
“What happened?”
“Did anyone tell you what happened a few days back?”
“No” Daryl frowns gripping onto the radio as he listens to Rick explain that Y/N was put on bedrest by Siddiq and that he and Michonne were watching her. “Why didn’t any of yea tell me this sooner? Why didn’t she fucking tell me?!”
“Michonne told me before we settled in that I triggered Y/N. Which after the confession I just heard, I triggered more than her. But she thought that she would calm down after a day and be okay. Well. Here we are. I made her cry Daryl and she hasn’t stopped”
“I’m comin’ now” Daryl didn’t wait for another word to come from Rick before he holstered his radio and stuffed his new belongings into his pack then immediately leaving the Sanctuary to hurry home.
Again. No traffic laws. The man didn’t stop at anything and went straight to Alexandria.
The archer didn’t hesitate to drop his bike this time around as he wasn’t wasting time on checking Y/N. He quickly made his way inside finding Michonne holding Judith in the living room and Rick started heading downstairs, which lead Daryl to instantly brush passed him not saying a word to any of the three.
“You know he loves her right?”
“Is that right?”
“Y/N told me” Michonne smiles letting Judith run to her dad, only to be instantly brought into his arms. “Let’s go home” she continues to smile on her way out while her man follows shortly behind.
Daryl pushes the door open locking eyes with Y/N as she didn’t say a word while she watches the archer set his crossbow and pack down before approaching her.
“I’m sorry I didn’t—“
“Are you okay, sunshine?” He asks her in the softest tone he could do, and that lead to her crying once again. He carefully brought his arms around her once she sat up holding her as she hides her face in the crook of his neck. “I’m here…I’m here now, babygirl”
Y/N was on bedrest for about a month, to be on the safer side and Daryl hasn’t left her side since he’s returned.
During one of the nights, Daryl had fallen asleep before Y/N. Given if he’s going to be back in Alexandria, he’s going to do some work around the place while also checking in on her…so the man is exhausted from the day.
Y/N lays on her side facing Daryl listening to his quiet snores and watching him adjust every now and then. She gently brushes her finger tips against his cheek seeing him ease into her touch.
“I love you too” She whispers only for Daryl to tiredly open his eyes looking directly at her. She didn’t utter another word…for her anxiety started to get her once more.
“We never had the time before” He whispers bringing himself close, resting his forehead against hers. “But I’m done waiting if you are”
“I’ve been in love with you for forever, Daryl Dixon”
The archer didn’t wait to bring his lips firmly against his woman, carefully towering her and continuing to keep their lips connected. Before she could even wrap her arms around his neck, she paused. The shift underneath him draws him back as he checks her face for any sign of discomfort or refusal but she looked directly at him with shock.
“What happened? What’re yea feelin’—-“ He was cut off by his partner taking one of his hands causing him to shift slightly back onto his side.
For her to direct his hand on her belly, on the right spot. The same shock came to him as he quickly locked eyes on her.
“That’s our baby”
“Our baby’s kickin’—-Ha! She’s kicking” Daryl smiles warmly at her belly keeping his hand glued to every movement their baby made.
“A girl huh?”
“It better fucking be a girl”
Third Trimester
“What are you doing…”
Y/N looks up from folding baby clothes to see the confusion on Daryl’s face as he took notice of the bunny plush he found for their daughter—-stuffed in her tank top.
“One of the books said that our baby can be soothed easier if he or she can smell us”
“Makes it sound like a baby is a dog”
“I’ll hurt you, Dixon” Y/N scoffs pulling the bunny plush out as her smile instantly rose looking at it. “I just. If we want her to get used to her crib without YOU picking her up at every sound she makes…then she can smell me on her bunny and be at ease”
“You just had to pick the bunny”
“Oh don’t be jealous. You’re going to hog our fucking child” Y/N laughs as Daryl brought himself to sit on floor with her in the nursery. “Besides. If you want to do the same. There’s still the Fox plush that Enid made for the peanut. Just in your shirt though”
“I’m not fucked in the head, woman. I know it goes in my shirt” Daryl scoffs taking the Fox plush and checking the cute little buttons Enid used to be the eyes as he smiles imagining their little girl holding it.
His thoughts were instantly interrupted by a hiss that escaped his partner’s lips.
“Is it time?”
“No”
“You sure?”
“No! I’ve just been sitting for a while” Y/N sighs leaning back on her hands to stretch her back slightly as Daryl took the folded clothes on his way back up, putting them away along with the plushes before helping Y/N on her feet. “She needs to get the fuck out”
“I can only imagine how you’re feelin’ this far” Daryl frowns watching the discomfort in her face grow as she gripped onto his forearms. “Can I get Siddiq?”
“No. It’s just from sitting down for too long. My back hurts and so do my legs…totally not my abdomen” She took a deep breath only for the discomfort to get worse. “Alright. You can get Siddiq. I’m getting in bed”
“I’m helping yea, and then radioing Siddiq. I ain’t fucking leaving yea”
“Right answer” Y/N winces slightly when they started to go back into the bedroom.
It was hours of waiting.
Siddiq came and checked Y/N out, then it was revealed she’s been having contractions.
But Daryl will scowl her later on the matter.
They waited from 8AM to 12AM for their baby to finally come into the world.
After a few of their family within Alexandria came to visit, and then left to spread the word to their family in the other communities, the two were left alone finally with their little girl. Daryl hasn’t stopped staring at her the second she came into the world screaming her little head off. It was honestly very terrifying to the archer thinking something very bad happened. But Y/N reassured that that’s just babies. Screaming the second they reach the open air.
But this little girl was met with so much love from the two of them, that it didn’t take long for her to calm down in her mother’s arms.
“I really like Robin…”
“Really? You’re pickin’ my choice?” Daryl was a bit surprised given she pulled the ‘Im carrying the baby’ card when it came to her name options. It was a tie between Fallon and Juniper with her. But Robin grew on her…and she liked the idea of their little one being a little archer just like their dad when they grow up.
“Robin is perfect” Y/N smiles gently caressing their little girl’s cheek as she curls up in her mother’s arms. “Our littlest archer”
The archer himself couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him when he heard that. But god he couldn’t wait for when she’s a little older so he could pass something down to her.
To give mom time to sleep and rest after hours of labor, Daryl held his daughter close as they sat on the window bench enjoying the early morning light shining through. He gently presses a kiss to her forehead, pulling away to watch her ease in his embrace.
“I’m so lucky you came when you did…”
You brought us together after all these years and will be the best part of both of us.
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sinsandsweetness · 7 months
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congrats on 1k babes!!!
i'm pickin a lil drabble, hyperfem reader and daryl? i just love that lol dynamic they're so opposite 💕
cw- mentions of blood/injury (not towards the reader)
When he walks in the house, he’s hit with the smell of something sweet. Marshmallows and pecans or something or other. The wick of the candle is still glowing when he walks over to the coffee table and puts it out. Very confused that you haven’t answered. He calls out a hello once more.
Still no answer.
He figures you’re just busy. Out with Rosita or maybe at Ricks, looking after Judith. But it was unlike you to leave a candle burning.
He’s only two steps from the bedroom when he hears it. Footsteps.
Lots of them. Shuffling on the shag carpet. He slowly draws his knife and carefully opens the door. Just enough to see inside the bedroom.
It’s only you. His shoulders immediately relax and his arm falls to his side. Retracting the blade back where it belongs.
You have headphones on. Huge ones with a cord attached to an iPod sticking out the back pocket of your denim skirt. You’re dancing. Not just a little head nod. No. You’re fully rocking out. Hips swaying as you jump up and down, humming along to who knows what Rick downloaded onto your iPod. And you still haven’t noticed your audience.
He can’t help but smile. Leaning up against the doorframe. Watching you move. Your hips. Your waist. Your arms going above your head as you spin yourself around.
He looks around the room and finds it a damn mess. Clothes are everywhere. Hangers on the bed. Makeup bag poured out on the dresser. Daryl shakes his head with a huff of amusent. He leaves you alone for two days…
“Oh shit!” You physically jump back when you finally see him. Heart rate skyrocketing before you realize the dark haired man is just your boyfriend. Dressed in full leather. Dirty and bloody with a brand new shiner on his eye and a busted up lip.
“You scared me,” you whine, pulling your headphones down and around your neck. Placing a hand on your heart as you regain your breath. Trying to calm your racing heartbeat down.
He chuckles, licking his bloodied lips and moving to join you. He settles right in front of you as you lean back on the dresser. One hand going to your hip, the other tucking some hair out of your face.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” He gives you a sweet smile as he nudged a denim clad thigh between your legs.
“Dare… your face…”
“Huh? Oh- s’ nothin,”
Your brows pull together in an disapproving scowl.
“Daryl, those stitches were fresh. I did a really good job and you split ‘em already. It hasn’t even been a week.” Your voice is both full of concern and irritation. You’d finally perfected your sutures after hours of practice with Denise. You let the man leave the walls for two days and bam. His handsome face is fucked. Again.
“I know, m’ sorry.”
You pause for a moment. Hands going to fidget with the zipper of his jacket.
“Well?” You ask, irritated.
His own face sets in confusion.
“The other guy…?”
“Oh- uh,” he shakes his head, “you don’t wanna know, baby.”
You gently bring a hand up to his face, the soft pad of your thumb running over his lip. He doesn’t mean to flinch when you brush the part where his skin has split, all red and swollen.
“Tell me,” you whisper, leaning in and pressing a sweet, gentle kiss to his busted lip. Wishing it was that easy, that you could heal him with a simple token of love.
He lets out a deep sigh and closes his eyes. Pressing his forehead against yours, rough hands tightening their hold on your waist.
“It’s over. Doesn’t matter.”
You nod hesitantly. Wrapping your arms around his waist, underneath his jacket. His torso is warm against your touch.
“Are you okay?” Your voice is soft. Genuine.
He moves to kiss the top of your head, and pulls you into his chest. The clean perfume of your shampoo envelops his senses, and he wants nothing more than to breath you in and hold you close for the next 48 hours.
“I am now.”
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taylormarieee · 6 months
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Day 8: Knife Kink
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Summary: You discover your new kink
Word Count: 487
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Warnings: PiV sex, Knife kink, Threats, Dom!Daryl, Sub!Reader, MDNI 18+ONLY
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You watch as Daryl ties you to the bed.
You watch as he pulls his knife from it's holder around his waist. You watch attentively as he struts towards you, his jeans hanging low.
He drags the knife down your naked body and back up again. He pokes and prods the knife on your thighs and your arms.
He runs the cold blade over your nipples causing them to harden.
"Open fer me." He asks. You stick your tongue out and open your mouth for him.
"Good girl." He praises. You whimper as the blade touches your tongue.
He opens your legs and watches as your pussy drips with how wet you are.
"You dirty girl. Ya like this don't ya?" He asks teasingly. He has been teasing you for the past 20 minutes.
He found out about your knife kink from you two having a conversation.
It was more like an argument because you wouldn't stop bothering him about what his kinks were.
He yelled at you and pulled out his knife dragging it down your neck. That's when he found out you liked it and he has been teasing you ever since.
He drags the knife along your collarbone before putting it on the desk.
He slips between your legs kissing up your thighs.
"Yer such a freak sunshine" He starts, "If I knew tha, I woulda fucked ya along time agao." He finishes before sliding his cock between your wet folds.
He prods his cock at your entrance receiving many whimpers and pleads from you which were ignored.
"Dar please!"
"Fuck me baby please" You whine out.
"Shh sunshine. I'll fuck ya jus' wait my kinky girl." He responds to your whining.
After many minutes of teasing he finally slams his cock inside you thrusting at a drastically fast pace.
His pace unrelenting, jerks you all around causing the bed to reak and slam on the wall.
Your cry's echo through the entire room as he grabs the blade bringing it towards your neck.
"Shh sunshine! You dun wan't me to cut ya do you?" He asks. His eyes dark and lustful as he fucks you deep and slow.
You shake your head no and he brings his hand to your lips to silence your moans.
"That's my good girl." He responds smirking. He rams his cock faster inside you as you feel your orgasm coming in fast.
Your eyes roll back to your head and you try to fight against the restraints he has on your hands.
Your wrists burning from the rope. "Cum with me sunshine." He says, signaling for you to cum.
You let out a long drawn whine and close your eyes tightening your hands into fists before you squirt all over Daryl's cock.
He cums inside your womb groaning at the feeling of your pulsing pussy squeezing his cock just right.
"Good job sunshine. Such a pretty, freaky girl."
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Taglist: @watchoutforthefanfics @the-dixon-effect @tied-in-a-knot @sickyrat @sinsandsweetness @catt-leya @number1gal @eternalrose81 @iamacowboi @murdadixon @carlsdarling @skyler-loves-rick-grimes
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virtualreader · 9 months
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masterlist
fluff ♡, angst ✧, smut ♛, hurt/comfort ❀
updated: 9.08.23
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𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬
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𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 –
a moment to bond ♡✧
summary: you fail in your attempt of hiding your injury from Rick, but you soon regret not to have failed sooner. word count: 2,1k
birthday present ♛
summary: you weren't expecting anyone to remember that today was your birthday, and definitely did not expect a certain cowboy to give you not one, but two birthday presents. word count: 1,2k.
under the stars ♛
summary: somehow the night watch shifts got jumbled, resulting in a maybe no so forced proximity with the married, appealing leader of the group. word count: 2,2k.
the thrill of the shot ✧♛
summary: handling a gun can be challenging and tough, yet essential for apocalypse survival. so when a little shooting incident takes place during the prison conquest, Rick decides to give you shooting lessons himself. word count: 2,5k.
cleansing the soul ♛♡
summary: hot showers and hot moments are two of the few pleasures left in an apocalyptic world, so instead of being embarrassed by your little unexpected encounter, you and Rick decide to take advantage of the comfortable situation that has recently came your way. word count: 2,6k.
I've got your back ❀♡
summary: Rick calms you down after your social anxiety takes over during the Alexandria welcome party. word count: 1,2k.
roadside temptations ♛
summary: the car breaks down on the way back to the prison when you and Rick were coming back from a small run, and you figure out a way to kill time. word count: 1,7k.
𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙨 –
num. one ♛♡
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𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧
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𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 –
a new ally ♡
summary: after her father's death, the reader wanders the woods of Virginia for a while. she survived by collecting food and supplies from abandoned cabins. when her resources ran out and her end seemed near, a certain archer finds her just in time to save her. word count: 1k.
tracking love ✧♡
summary: Daryl is reluctant to admit his obvious feelings for you, so you decide it is time to give him a little push. word count: 2,4k.
safe haven ♡✧
summary: Alexandria wasn't the safe place the reader had thought it would be, as a man has been harassing her ever since her group had first settled in the community. Not all hope is lost for her when Daryl discovers what's been going on. word count: 1.9k
𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙨
num. one ♡
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𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫
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𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 –
broken hearts and healing souls ✧
summary: carrying the ruins of the broken heart the death of his father had left behind, Dean pushes you away, fearing hurting you as well. or perhaps he’s just scared of being hurt himself, one more time. word count: 3,3k. (does not include lyrics)
broken hearts and healing souls - part 2 ✧♡
summary: a few days after the unexpected events that took place on the night of your biggest argument, Dean has a nightmare. And both of you are compelled to face the feelings you had pushed aside. word count: 2,1k.
silver blade ❀♡
summary: reader heroically kills a shapeshifter to save Dean, but not without getting hurt in the process. The blood covering the reader's hands, triggers a near panic attack, but Dean is quick to comfort her. word count: 2.4k
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idkestxx · 3 months
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The Girl
Part 2
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*not my gif*
I woke up my head on the guys chest my arm around him "hey! hey!" wake up" I said hearing footsteps he quickly sat up "go to you side quick!" I slightly pushed him. They can't see us that close they'll put him in another cell, someone put two plates in the cell slammed the door and started playing the song again "sorry, they get upset easy" I said loudly eating next to him "it's 'ine".
Something went under the door he was laying on the floor and grabbed it, I saw his hand shake holding it by the light next his shoulders I took the photo from him. I put a hand on his shoulder and put the photo back under it, I moved and put his head in my lap I ran fingers through his hair pulling a blanket over him.
After he calmed down I rubbed his back "what's your name?" I asked "Daryl" 'I like that name" "w-what's yours?" "Y/n" "that's nice" I lightly smile "thanks" the door opened they grabbed Daryl's arm roughly "Be careful!" I said "shut up!" "come on it's time for you to shower" real Negan said.
"your lovely dove ain't you?" he said while I shower "no" I said lowly turning the shower off "well next time your getting freaky dinky make sure you call me" I sighed "well be and your boyfriend have to go pay a visit to the friends he has left" I hear him get up and shut the door.
"Hey! Hey it's cold in here!! I need another blanket!" I yell 5 minutes later they threw another blanket in "thanks!". "I got you this you" I handed him the blanket "'hanks" I nodded even though he couldn't see me. I was shaking it was so cold I pulled my blanket closer. I felt a a warm hand on my lower stomach and his chest on my back, I turned in his arms and put my hands between his shoulder blades "you think i'll leave here?" I asked in his ear music still loud "i'll get ya out promise" I dug my head into his shoulder he ran his hand through my hair. I rubbed his back as he softly said in my ear again "I promise".
a/n: this is short but part 3 will more than likely be longer!!
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woman-of-balnain · 1 year
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The Claim Part 5/5 (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)
Previous Part | Collection Masterlist | AO3 Ver. | Next Work
Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader
Summary: Now that your heat has arrived, Rick fully claims you as his.
A/N: Okay, here is the final part. Happy Valentine’s Day lmao.
First thing: I forgot to add earlier that this part will involve breeding kink elements from both Rick and the Reader. Sorry, I added it on the ao3 version but not here. So if that’s not your thing, don’t read.
This is like the size of two normal parts lol and out of the roughly 8k words, approx. 7k is smut 😅
The last bit is just some plot to wrap the story up. I feel like that bit is a little too short, so I might extend it later.
I’ve given it one read over before posting but it’s so damn long and there might still be some typos and/or errors. Hopefully nothing major.
Lastly, I do plan to write some more stuff with this particular Rick/Reader pairing, exploring some other stuff that will take place later in twd series. If you have any requests for them lmk.
Anyway, enjoy 😏
Warnings: Rick has A LOT of stamina, multiple male orgasms, multiple female orgasms, multiple creampies, shower sex, doggstyle, cowgirl, oral sex (male and female receiving), mentions of tasting blood (from claiming bites), deepthroating
Word Count: 8,308
Dividers by: @newlips​ + @cafekitsune​
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Rick and Glenn had found a small and abandoned hunting cabin, that sat secluded in the woods. With your mind addled and hazed from your heat, you barely took notice of the setup, but your inner omega was happy to see that they’d established a perimeter with empty cans and bottles that would make noise to alert Rick if any walkers came too close.
 Your alpha didn’t waste any time once you arrived. Rick threw you down onto the bed, his hands instantly falling to the waistband of his pants once you were laying down in front of him. You watched with a hungry gaze as he unbuckled his belt, your slick pooling between your legs with anticipation.
 “You think this is a show, ‘mega?” He growled out, still angry from seeing you taking comfort in Daryl. “Clothes off. Now.”
 He pulled the belt away from his jeans, flinging it off to the side, but not before unsheathing the knife he kept holstered on it. Despite the way your heated skin made your clothes feel like they were scratching uncomfortably against you, every fiber of your being was so entranced by him that your hands fumbled clumsily with your dress, not wanting to take your attention off him.
 Rick was much more calculated and composed in his movements, eyes watching you intensely as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. When he’d gotten rid of that too, and you had still made no progress in getting rid of your own clothing, Rick came onto the bed, moving on top of you and caging your body beneath his.
 “These damned dresses,” he muttered with a mix of annoyance and appreciation.
 He moved one hand down over your chest and then your stomach before he bunched up the skirt of the short summer dress, revealing your clothed pussy. You were soaking wet, causing the material of your white panties to be practically transparent. Rick glided two of his long fingers over you, teasing your clit, which caused your back to arch and your hips to buck with desperate need.
 “Please, Alpha…” you whined, unable to wait any longer.
 Rick’s gaze was dark and fiery, showing that he was just as eager, but he still had a lot more control than you did. When he raised the knife still held in his other hand, pointing it down at you, logically you should have been scared.
 But you knew that Rick wouldn’t hurt you, and the deep lust in his gaze reassured you of that fact. He brought the blade down slowly, applying just enough pressure to the material of your dress to cut into it and give him an opening.
 He flung the knife off carelessly after that, letting it clang onto the floor somewhere across the room. His hands were all over you then, as he tore your dress apart, desperate to explore the skin it concealed underneath. His gaze only grew impossibly darker when he saw that you weren’t wearing a bra.
 “Naughty girl,” he chastised you heatedly, his hands moving to squeeze your now exposed breasts.
 “Oh god,” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut.
 His fingers teased your nipples, tugging and stroking them until they were achingly hard. Then you let out a salacious moan as Rick’s head dipped, taking one of the sensitive peaks between his lips, his tongue and teeth tormenting you further.
 Your hips bucked again, and he moved his free hand between your legs, right where you were desperate to be touched. Rick’s attention on your breasts never faltered as his fingers pushed your panties to the side, giving him access to your dripping wet pussy.
 He thrust two fingers into you, sliding in easily due to the amount of slick there. Your body moved wildly, the heat inside of you driving you crazy and sweat coating every inch of your skin. You were desperate for release, felt like you needed it, and Rick was quickly getting you there.
 But then his mood darkened as he pushed his fingers in a little more roughly, while his other hand and his teeth tugged hard on your nipples.
 “You were curled up to another alpha,” he pointed out angrily, pulling back to look you in the eye. “While you were this wet, Omega.”
 “I… I’m sorry,” you cried out, not wanting him to be mad. “I needed you so badly and you weren’t there…”
 “You’re mine,” he reminded you possessively. “This body, this pussy… everything about you is mine.”
 “Yes,” you moaned out instantly, agreeing wholeheartedly. “I’m yours.”
 Rick pressed his body closer to yours, his bare chest coming into contact with your heated skin. His nipples brushed against yours, teasing you both and his eyes fluttered shut with a groan. He rested his forehead against your own, his warm breath fanning out over your lips as his fingers continued their rapid thrusting in and out of your pussy.
 “Show me,” he requested breathlessly, his thumb moving up to rub against your clit. “Cum for me, omega. Show me you’re mine.”
 He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that one perfect spot, while his thumb continued rubbing and flicking against your clit.
 “Fuck,” you whined. “Rick, I… I’m…”
 “Let go, baby,” he murmured soothingly, rubbing his cheek affectionately against yours.
 He pressed down hard against your clit and your body gave him exactly what he wanted. You felt the waves of pleasure overcome you, your eyes squeezing shut and your mouth falling open as a deep moan escaped your lips.
 “Good girl,” he praised, loving the way you tightened around him.
 You saw stars and your mind was in a state of euphoric bliss. Rick trailed kisses along your scent gland while his fingers continued to stimulate you, waiting patiently for you to come down from your high.
 When your eyes lazily fluttered open again and your body settled, you found Rick gazing at you with a mix of emotions. There was still that dark and heated lust in his eyes, but there was also deep care and affection and you thought, that due to the intensity of it, maybe it could have been akin to love.
 He didn’t give you much time to ponder over it though, because he quickly bent his head down and captured your lips in a searing kiss. The burning feeling of your heat had settled temporarily thanks to your orgasm, so you let yourself enjoy the feel of his mouth languidly caressing yours.
 Rick gently pulled his fingers from your pussy, allowing both of his hands to tease your inner thighs. He alternated between squeezing you possessively, his fingers digging into your skin, and lightly caressing you, leaving trails of goosebumps in the wake of his touch.
 His lips, the bottom one so much fuller than the other, enticed your own with their slow and calculated movements. His tongue moved in perfect harmony with your own, leaving you breathless.
 Eventually, his head pulled back and you tried to lift yours too, chasing his mouth to continue the heated kiss. But Rick just bit down on your lower lip, gently tugging on it before he completely moved away, leaning back to take you in with his lustful gaze. The effects of your heat were building up again, demanding more.
 “Rick,” you moaned out. “Please, Alpha, I need you.”
 His eyes fell to the apex of your thighs and his fingers tugged a little at your panties before his impatience won over. Pulling his hands away from you, Rick moved them to his jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper before tugging them down his hips.
 Then his hands were back on you, pushing your panties further to the side so that your pussy was exposed enough for him. Not wasting a second, Rick pushed forward and thrust into you deeply, almost to the hilt and causing you both to let out desperate moans.
 “Damn it, Omega,” he grit out in pleasure. “You’re so tight, squeezing down on me perfectly.”
 As if in response to his words, your pussy clamped down even harder on his cock, causing his hands to reach for your hips instinctively, gripping them tightly. He kept his hold on you, using it for leverage as he pounded into you over and over and over again, setting a brutal pace.
 “You’re not…” he got out between his thrusts. “Ever gonna… even look… at another alpha… again.”
 He said it like it was a promise, as though he intended to imprint himself somehow on your body so that you were constantly reminded of him. Apparently, he didn’t realize that he’d already pretty much done so.
 “I only want you,” was your response, promising him exactly what he wanted.
 Rick leaned down, kissing you hard. The change in his angle caused him to move deeper and his cock brushed against that bundle of nerves inside you again. You gasped and moaned into his mouth, hips thrashing wildly in desperate need.
 He kept you steady with the hold he still had on you, stopping you from thrusting your hips so high that he would slip out. Instead, he ensured that you felt every inch of his bare cock, the silky texture of the skin brushing against your sensitive walls and driving you closer and closer to the edge.
 He never let up in his forceful thrusts, fucking you hard, deep and fast, until your thoughts drifted away into a mindless haze and the only thing left was Rick and how he made you feel. All the while he kept kissing you, lips claiming yours possessively until yours were swollen and bruised and aching for more.
 With each push into your pussy, the sweat-slicked skin and light hairs on his pelvis brushed against your clit and stimulated you further. You were clinging to his back, nails digging into his skin, but Rick didn’t seem to care.
 Finally, his lips left yours and your eyes opened to see his own lost in a state of ecstasy. He was just as close to cumming as you were, if not closer.
 “’m gonna fill you up, sweetheart,” he promised in a daze, one of his hands moving to rest on your lower stomach. “Fuck my cum into you until your belly’s swollen with my child.”
 “Oh god, Rick,” you moaned with an eagerness you’d never felt before.
 “Gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine,” he continued heatedly, head dipping again to kiss along your neck.
 You nodded fervently, loving the sound of everything he said, but you doubted he noticed, since he was preoccupied by lavishing your scent gland with attention. Rick gave a few more deep and forceful thrusts before the head of his cock hit your cervix and he groaned out desperately.
 His fingers dug into your waist, holding you steady as he came deep inside of you. The warm feel of his cum filling you up and the way his cock throbbed against your tight walls sent you over the edge. You spasmed around him, pussy clenching him even tighter, milking him completely.
 Rick’s teeth grazed against your scent gland, and you tilted your head obediently, offering yourself for him to claim you. But then he pulled his head away and you let out a whine of frustration, not understanding his reluctance.
 His gaze was still addled with lust, but there was an underlying sadness in his eyes that you couldn’t comprehend. When your legs wrapped tighter around him and you squeezed around his cock again, he lowered his head to your shoulder, biting down hard.
 It wasn’t where you wanted or needed him, but the shock of his teeth piercing into your skin and the fact he was still thrusting deeply into you, albeit more slowly, sent you over the edge yet again.
 It was like a second wave of your first orgasm, with the intensity becoming even greater. It was enough for you to lose yourself again, forgetting about your disappointment for a moment and just enjoying the feel of Rick completely surrounding you.
 As your bodies settled, his tongue soothed the bite he’d left on your shoulder and his fingers caressed along the feverish skin of your stomach and waist. Your breaths calmed and you sunk back into the mattress and then he was pulling out of you slowly, careful not to cause any more friction.
 You absentmindedly noticed that he was still completely hard, but your body was spent, and your eyes were droopy, telling you both that you needed some rest. The mixed fluids of his cum and your slick pooled out warmly between your thighs, but you paid it little mind.  
 Instead, you turned tiredly on your side and snuggled up into the sheets. Rick moved behind you, his body fitting against yours like you were two pieces of a puzzle, and he wrapped an arm around your waist.
 “Get some rest, ‘mega,” he murmured, nuzzling affectionately into your neck. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
 That wasn’t your concern, though. You were upset about him not claiming you, despite the way he was so insistent that you were his. Still, your exhaustion won out for the time being, so you let your eyes fall closed and your body relax against him.
 You’d sort it out later. For now, you just wanted to bask in the afterglow and the warm feel of his body protectively pressed against yours.
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When you woke up again, the first thing you noticed was how you were even more feverish than earlier. It was unbearable in a way you’d never experienced before. Your skin felt like it was on fire, as though there was a raging inferno inside of you that couldn’t be soothed.
 Your sweat soaked into the sheets and your fever made you feel slightly delirious, like a haze was clouding your mind. You couldn’t think, only feel and when the fog of sleep finally left, you felt nothing else but Rick and the desperate state of your heat.
 You were on your back now, legs spread wide with Rick’s head buried between them. His hands were gripping your inner thighs, holding you steady while his tongue gave slow, languid licks along your pussy.
 “Alpha…” you moaned, fingers tugging lightly on his hair.
 The scruff of his beard scratched along your thighs, and you felt his lips curl into a smile against your wet folds. He flicked his tongue back and forth over your clit, his lips sucking down at the same time and sending you into a frenzy.  
 He already seemed to know your body well and as your pussy clenched, aching for something inside of it, Rick moved his tongue down and away from your clit. His tongue pushed into your dripping core right as his nose brushed against your sensitive nub.
 He fucked you with his tongue, lapping up your slick while his hands squeezed your thighs in a vice-like grip. His hold on you was strong and a little painful, but the way he was showering your pussy with attention made any discomfort fade away.
 Then, Rick moved up again, bringing his mouth back to your clit and his fingers plunged into you instead. He moved them at a quick pace, in and out, curling up with each thrust to stimulate your inner bundle of nerves.
 All the while his tongue stroked against you and then he let out a deep, guttural moan. You were already a squirming, lust addled mess, but when the vibrations reverberating from his throat pulsed against your pussy, the extra simulation made you cum like never before.
 “Rick…” you moaned out in a complete daze.
 You repeated his name like a mantra, over and over as your body sang with its release. He just kept licking and sucking and fucking you with his fingers until the wild movements of your hips became too frantic and he pulled away.
 He was grinning at you, his gaze heated and devilish, promising that he wasn’t anywhere near done with you yet. As you settled, he moved up your body until his face was just above yours and then he brought his lips to your own in a slow and sensual kiss.
 His tongue moved with precision against yours, reminiscent of what he’d just been doing between your legs, and it made desire pool deep in your belly all over again. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer until his cock was pushing against your entrance.
 “Not yet, ‘mega,” he groaned out, breaking the kiss and rubbing his cheek against yours, scenting you.
 “Please,” you begged, fingers moving down to scratch lightly along his back.
 “You’ve gotta eat first,” he pulled back completely. “You need to drink some water too. I promised I’d take care of you, ‘mega.”
 You were breathing heavily, and you wanted nothing more than to have his cock back inside of you. But your heat was also a little more sated after your last orgasm but that wouldn’t last for very long. So, you relented, sitting up and nodding.
 Rick sat on the edge of the bed, reaching over for his backpack and taking out some of the food and water he’d managed to salvage while you’d all been on the road. You took the water first, taking long sips and letting the cool liquid soothe you.
 His fingers traced light patterns along your legs as he bit into a granola bar, needing to keep up his own strength as well. As your mind cleared, you remembered the bite he’d placed on your shoulder and decided that you needed to ask him about it.
 Remembering his marriage and how he and Lori had never claimed one another, you wondered if he had some kind of aversion to it.
 “Rick?”
 “Hmm?” He looked over at you with a lazy but affectionate smile.
 You didn’t want to tiptoe around it, so you just asked him outright.
 “Why didn’t you claim me?”
 He coughed, like he hadn’t swallowed his last bite properly and looked away from you again.
 “You wanted me to.”
 It was a statement, showing that he had known what you wanted and despite that knowledge, along with all of his words and possessive actions, he still hadn’t done it.
 “I still want you to,” you told him. “Don’t you?”
 He sighed, running a hand through his hair and you watched him worriedly.
 “Rick, I meant it every time I said it. I’m yours. But if you don’t want me to be, then –”
 “I do,” he cut you off earnestly, finally looking at you again. “I just… can’t.”
 “Why?” You asked, trepidation over your relationship washing over you. “Is… is it because of Lori?”
 “No,” he assured you, taking your hands in his. “I mean that I really can’t. I… I tried, with Lori. It never lasted on either of us and I just… I didn’t want to disappoint you. I didn’t want it to push you away. I can’t lose you.”
 His gaze held such raw emotion that you realized it was a deep-seated insecurity for him. It was something he’d been internally struggling with for a long time, and it must have been hard for him to open up to you about it.
 Nevertheless, it was a lot to process. It made the breakdown of his marriage make a lot more sense, but that was the least of your concerns in that moment. Instead, you found it hard to come to terms with the fact that, from what he was saying, you would never be able to truly claim one another.
 Maybe that was why he was so possessive and adamant about the fact that you belonged to him.
 In the end though, it didn’t really matter to you. Sure, it wasn’t what you’d been expecting your relationship with him to turn out like, but everything with Rick, from the moment you’d met him had just felt right. Like fate or whatever the hell else meant for you to find each other and be together.
 So, as you felt his scent change and his anxiety over your silence fill the room, you were determined to set his worried mind at ease. You got up, climbing into his lap so that you were facing him and stroked your fingers along the short and coarse hairs of his cheek affectionately.
 “I don’t care,” you told him, your gaze holding his.
 “Don’t lie,” he cast his eyes down, but never stopped touching you, holding you close.
 You leant forward, placing soft kisses over his cheeks, his jawline and finally one on his lips before pulling back again.
 “I’m not lying,” you insisted gently. “I want you, whatever that entails. And yes, I do want you to claim me, to bite into my gland over and over again if you have to. I don’t care if it doesn’t stick. I’m yours and I don’t want you to hold back.”
 His eyes met yours with trepidation, his uncertainty clear. But he must have seen the sincerity in your own gaze because his expression softened, and he looked at you with so much adoration you thought you would melt right there in his arms.
 “You’re sure?”
 “Yes,” you promised him.
 And then you brought your lips to his, sealing it with a kiss. You wanted to show him that your desire for him hadn’t wavered and that your words were honest. One of his hands seemed to automatically find one of your hips, keeping you close to him, while the other trailed up and down your back.
 He deepened the kiss and lifted your hips a little. You knew what he wanted so your hand moved down and grasped around his cock, lining it up at your core and pushing back down. His lips left yours as his head fell back with a groan that was filled with lust.
 You had more control in that position, and while he still gripped tightly onto your hips, you set the pace, grinding down onto him.
 “Fuck, baby,” he breathed out, still lost in the ecstasy of it all. “You always feel so good for me.”
 “Mmm,” you hummed in agreement, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “That’s ‘cause you fill me up so well.”
 He started guiding your hips, while his own thrust up and into you, his movements a little more frantic. He’d still been rock hard when you fell asleep and was the same when you woke up. You wondered if his erection had gone down at all due to how desperately he seemed to ache for release.
 He opened his eyes to look at you again and it was like he got lost in the sight of you, with the way you were grinding down onto him and squeezing around his cock. He reached up to tuck some hair behind your ear and his thumb brushed against your cheek.
 “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, gaze still transfixed on you.
 Your cheeks heated up in a faint blush and you looked away, shy from the intense look he was giving you.
 “Hey, don’t do that,” he took hold of your chin, bringing your gaze back to his. “I mean it. Don’t hide from me, sweetheart.”
 You nodded, biting down on your lip, and allowing yourself to get lost in his piercing blue eyes. It was raw and unyielding, the range of emotions in his gaze and you hoped that your own was conveying the same back to him.
 “I can’t hold back much longer,” he admitted softly.
 “I don’t want you to,” was your honest reply.
 He moaned at your admission before flipping your bodies over so that you were on your back again and he was hovering over you. Rick took hold of your waist, making sure he had a steady grip on you before he thrust out nearly all the way and then pounded back into you, right to the hilt. You both let out desperate and guttural sounds at the feeling of him filling you up entirely once again.
 He moved with precise thrusts, but his pace was quick and frenzied. You knew he was close, eager to cum inside you again, because it was clear through his expression and the way his body was tensed up with desire and anticipation.
 You moved one hand down between your thighs, fingers finding your aching clit and your body reacted instantly to the added stimulation. Your pussy contracted down on his cock, squeezing and pushing him to the brink.
 He was pushed right up against your cervix again, not enough for the pressure to be unpleasant, but enough for the insinuation of where his cum would go, to make you insanely turned on.
 Rick looked wild, his blue eyes feral and barely holding onto control. He gave you one last look of trepidation and you just nodded before exposing your neck to him.
 “Please, Alpha,” you begged, voice filled with desperate need.
 That was enough to make his control snap and his head bent down with lightning speed before his teeth sunk into your neck and the first spurts of his cum filled your fertile womb. Simultaneously, he lapped up the warm blood that spilled from your throat and your pussy milked every last drop of his hot cum deep inside you.
 The mixed stimulation all throughout your body made another orgasm crash over you like a tidal wave. You were clenching down so hard around his cock that you thought it might be painful for him, but Rick didn’t seem to mind. All of his attention seemed to be on your mating gland, soothing the sore skin like he was in a trance.
 You realized, as your body settled and your orgasm calmed down, that suddenly you felt so perfectly whole. As though for your entire life you had been missing half of yourself until that moment. You weren’t as unbearably hot anymore and your unbearably fevered skin seemed to relax until it just felt like you were in a regular heat.
 Rick’s fingertips glided over your lower stomach absentmindedly and as the blood flow from your neck slowed to a stop, he pressed countless kisses against the fresh mark. You didn’t care, in that moment, if he had to mark you time and time again. It felt too good and right to you, having his claim on your body.
 When his slow and languid thrusts began to pick up again, you realized that he was still hard. You weren’t complaining though, because your body was clearly willing and eager for more. After what felt like hours but was likely only a couple of minutes, Rick peeled his lips away from your neck and pulled back to look at you.
 “Feeling okay?” He asked, never once letting up in his powerful thrusts.
 “No,” you grinned up at him, not missing the way he raised an eyebrow in question. “’Okay’ would be a severe understatement.”
 He let out a light laugh, and you could tell he was relieved by it. Then you hooked one leg around his waist, pushing a little with your hips and he seemed to realize what you wanted. Rick flipped you both over, settling back into the bed and letting you adjust yourself above him.
 You ground down on him again, circling your hips and reveling in the way he stretched you out and filled you up. With each time his cock thrust deep into you, it pushed his cum further inside. You could hear the sounds of your mixed fluids every time he entered you, and it was sinfully good.
 You loved watching him stretched out beneath you, allowing you to fuck yourself on top of him and the way he was getting lost in the feel of you. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back against the pillows, and he was letting out quiet moans and groans, showing you what you were doing to him.
 You leaned forward, entwining his fingers with yours to steady yourself before you moved your hips a little harder and faster, bouncing on top of his cock and making you both wild with desire.
 “I wanna mark you,” you moaned out, still sliding up and down his hard and thick cock. “Please, Alpha, I need it. I need to claim you as mine too.”
 His eyes snapped open, and he looked at you with hesitation again, just like he had before he claimed you. But then his gaze fell down to your neck, to your mating gland which must have still been swollen and red, with the possessive mark of his bite standing out and showing who you belonged to.
 Once his eyes settled on that his features softened, and he looked back at you with a nod.
 You didn’t hesitate then, your hands leaving his as you leaned down closer to him. Your fingers ran through his hair, and you nuzzled against his neck, rubbing your nose and cheek along his gland to scent him.
 Rick gripped your hips, making sure your pace never faltered as your mouth worshiped the gland you were about to bite into so you could claim him as your own. You could hear his moans getting more frequent and desperate, his lips right beside your ear.
 When he thrust deep into you, holding you tightly against him, you let your teeth sink into his skin.
 “Fuck,” he groaned, his hips stuttering from the intensity of it all.
 He came hard for the third time that day, stuffing you just as full as the other two times. He was insatiable, his stamina doing more than just rivaling anything you’d ever experienced. Trickles of his blood pooled into your mouth, the metallic taste filling your senses. Just like Rick had done, you licked and sucked against his gland, soothing the sensitive skin and attempting to stop the blood flow.
 “Baby…” he breathed out, his voice betraying how turned on he was. “I can’t stop. You’re driving me crazy.”
 As you continued to suck against the fresh mating bite you’d made on his neck, the blood slowed to a stop, and you pulled back. Shifting slightly, you realized he was still fully hard.
 “Again?” You asked, a little incredulous, but no less enthused.
 He didn’t answer, just lifted your hips until his cock slid out of you. You couldn’t stop the whine that escaped you at the empty feeling it caused. But then he was getting up and giving you a look that conveyed his deep-seated and still yet unsated lust.
 “On your knees,” he ordered, moving behind you.
 It was an alpha command, telling you exactly what he wanted. So, you lifted your body, holding yourself on all fours and presented yourself to him enthusiastically. He let out a low chuckle at your eagerness, but you knew that he was just as lost in his desire for you.
 You choked on nothing but air when he thrust back into you, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you tightly. It was the best kind of pain, with how tender your walls were but how good it felt, nonetheless. One of Rick’s hands sat on the small of your back, while the other moved up your spine, fingers tickling your skin until he grabbed hold of your hair, pulling your head back slightly.
 “Alpha,” you moaned out, lost deep in the throes of the pleasure he was giving you.
 “That’s it, baby,” he coaxed. “Let me hear you.”
 “Fuck, I can’t take much more,” you cried out desperately. “But you feel so good.”
 He gave a harder, more forceful thrust into you, making you whine with need.
 “You love my cock, baby?” He demanded to know. “You need it?”
 “Yes,” you moaned out. “I only need you.”
 “That’s right,” he said, satisfied with your answer. “And I’m the only one that’s ever gonna know this tight, sweet pussy.”
 “Mmm,” you agreed, nodding your head but unable to form anymore words.
 “You want my cum again, ‘mega?” He asked. “Deep inside you?”
 “Yes, Rick, please!”
 The sound of his hips smacking against yours filled the small cabin, the continuous slapping together of sweaty skin a tell-tale sign of the illicit and sinful things he was doing to you. He let go of his grip on your hair, bringing his hands back to their familiar place on your hips and held you steady before he groaned and came once again.
 Your upper body sank down into the bed as your own orgasm wracked through your body. Your pussy spasmed and your hips moved wildly, but Rick made sure to keep you wrapped around his cock, so that you were milking him dry for the fourth time that day.
 You both stayed like that for a while, breaths panting, and bodies relaxed. Finally, you felt him soften inside you and as much as his relentless fucking had turned you on, you were glad for the sign of some respite. Rick slowly pulled out of you, and you let your lower body relax before turning onto your side.
 He came to lay down as well, facing you and looking just as tired as you felt. He reached out to brush his fingers along your cheek, eyes already drooping before he dropped his hand to caress against your mating gland. The bite he’d left was sore and sensitive, but his touch didn’t irritate you.
 You snuggled closer against him and then he wrapped him arms around you, laying on his back and resting your head on his chest. It wasn’t long before you both drifted back off to sleep, both of your bodies spent and sated for the time being.
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The next time that the fog of sleep drifted away, and you woke up, you were still in Rick’s arms, and he was absentmindedly stroking his fingers up and down your back. Tilting your head to look up at him, you saw that he was deep in thought, his brow furrowed like something was bothering him.  
 “Hey,” you reached out, touching his cheek so he’d look at you. “Everything okay?”
 “Yeah, just…” he trailed off, gaze falling to your mating gland. “Something feels different.”
 You realized instantly that he was talking about the claim he’d left on you.
 “Good or bad?” You asked, a little concerned.
 “Good, I think,” his eyes returned to yours. “But I hate that it’s only temporary.”
 “Rick,” you sighed. “It doesn’t matter. I already told you; I don’t care if we have to do it countless times. I’m yours, and you’re mine. Nothing can change that except us.”
 He nodded but still seemed upset about it. You figured it was something you could come back to later though and watched as he moved to get up.
 “You wanna shower?” He asked over his shoulder, changing the topic quickly.
 “Desperately,” you sighed. “But that’s a luxury one can’t afford when the world ends.”
 He moved a little more to face you again, lips turning up into a grin.
 “This place is solar powered,” he explained, reaching out for one of your hands.
 “You’re kidding,” you lit up at the revelation.
 His smile just widened, and he squeezed your hand.
 “Come on, baby, I’ll go with you.”
 That just sweetened the deal. Warm, running water along with soap and shampoo was one thing, but showering with Rick? The symptoms of your heat began rising within you once again at the thought.
 He led you to the small bathroom and maybe before civilization fell you would’ve lamented at the small, tight space of the shower. But such things were luxuries now and you couldn’t wait to feel the water trickling down your skin.
 Neither one of you had clothes to worry about, so Rick turned the knobs of the shower and happiness filled you at the sight of hot, running water. It was a tight squeeze, but you stepped in beside him and he moved out of the way to let you enjoy the water first.
 It was heaven; the feel of it running through your hair and down over your body. Rick picked up a bottle of body wash from the shelf and squirted some out onto his hands before lathering it up. One of his hands fell to your hip, rubbing the soap over your stomach and thighs, while the other squeezed one of your breasts.
 “Rick…” you sighed happily, your head falling against the shower wall behind you.
 His touch was gentle, teasing you a little but he still kept his primary goal as cleaning you of all the dirt and grime and the remnants of incredible sex. Your nipples hardened as his thumbs brushed over them and your pussy ached to be touched again.
 But Rick stayed focused, scrubbing the soap along your body until it washed away, and you felt cleaner than you had in over a week. Then he turned you around, his fingers running through your wet hair and his nails scraping over your scalp. It was relaxing and his touch conveyed the deep care he held for you.
 You didn’t notice him reach for the shampoo bottle, but when he massaged it into your hair your eyes closed in bliss. He was being so gentle and affectionate with you and your inner omega loved it.
 Eventually, you turned to rinse out your hair and then Rick stepped underneath the water, and you were eager to return the favor. Your movements were less slow and had much more devious intentions behind them.
 You ran your hands over the expanse of his chest, the lathered-up soap spreading across his skin. He watched through hooded eyes as you moved your touch down to his lower abdomen, fingers gliding softly over the light hairs there.
 Then you got down on your knees, eager to have his long, thick cock in your mouth again. One of his hands moved to the back of your head, tangling in your hair, but he remained silent, waiting in anticipation for you to make your move.
 You got him to break the silence that had settled around you when your lips wrapped around his hardened length and a deep groan of pleasure escaped his throat. His grip on your hair tightened and he thrust into your mouth, getting his cock deeper inside you.
 A moan sounded deep in your throat, and you began bobbing your head up and down along his cock with enthusiasm, eager to taste his cum again. You sucked down on him and teased him with your tongue.
 It gave you a deep sense of satisfaction to know you could make him come undone and when the movement of his hips faltered slightly and all you could hear was his desperate moaning, you knew that he was already close.
 Using one hand to cup and tease his balls and the other to grab the back of his thigh and keep him close, you pushed your head down further, bringing the head of his cock to the back of your throat.
 “Fuck… sweetheart…” he groaned, barely managing to get the words out.
 You felt the full length of him pulsate as he pushed all the way in and then his cum was spurting down your tight throat. You took it all, relishing in the way he clung to you and kept your mouth wrapped around him.
 When his hands eventually relaxed around your head and you were able to pull your mouth off him, you looked up at Rick with an amused smile.
 “Really?” You asked, before giving another quick glance to his cock that was still right in front of your face.
 You shouldn’t have been surprised by that point, over the fact that he was still rock hard. But his stamina amazed you. It wasn’t something you were complaining about though because your heat left you filled with just as much desire.
 “Come here,” he said gently, lifting you up to stand.
 He brought you close, so that your chests were pressed together, and he lifted a hand to gently stroke along your mating gland.
 “You’re perfect,” he whispered softly, eyes filled with honesty. “You know that?”
 “You’re perfect to me,” you answered, your own gaze soft and affectionate. “I know that much at least.”
 He gave you a small smile and then his lips were on yours, now so familiar in the way they felt to you and the way they seemed to work expertly against your own. His desperate need from earlier had settled and now Rick seemed intent on lavishing you not only with pleasure, but with soft affection too.
 He moved you back gently, until your body was resting against the wall of the shower and then he was lifting one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist.
 “I need more,” he admitted against your lips, his length rubbing up and down your slit.
 “It’s okay,” you told him breathlessly. “I do too.”
 He pulled his hips back slightly and then he was back inside you, filling you up perfectly once again. Your pussy was still slightly sore from how many times he’d fucked you just on that day alone, but it was nothing compared to the sense of fulfillment he gave you as he moved his hips back and forth.
 Rick was kissing you again, one hand tangled in your hair and the other squeezing your ass, keeping you close to him. His thrusts weren’t as fast or frantic; he fucked into you with precise and deep movements, taking the time to enjoy the way you felt around him.
 It was loving and intimate, showing that he didn’t just see you as an omega to get through his rut with. He was proving to you that you meant more than that to him, and it made your emotions swirl with happiness and the sense of feeling truly content.
 You clung tightly to him, one hand pressed against his back and the other at the nape of his neck. Rick trailed his lips down to your jawline, pressing kisses along your skin while he kept slowly fucking deep into you. Then, he moved down to your throat, and it wasn’t long before he sought out your mating gland.
 He kissed along the bite mark he’d left, and then affectionately nuzzled against it. He was too lost in the haze of his rut and the feel of your pussy wrapped snugly around him to notice the change in your scent. The way it was perfectly mingled with his own and gave a clear message that you had been claimed. That you were his omega.
 Without that realization, he kept lavishing the bite with attention and eventually his teeth scraped along it, teasing you to the edge.
 “Rick…” you moaned, instinctively squeezing down even harder on him.
 It was exactly the friction he needed, because then he was cumming deep inside your pussy and you loved the fact that it still felt just as good as when he’d first done it. The intensity of it seemed to be too much for him because he sank his teeth into your gland a second time, opening up the wound and claiming you all over again.
 Your own orgasm ripped through you, and you clung even tighter to him, keeping his head buried against your neck. His lips and tongue soothed your agitated skin, and you slowly came back to yourself, the cool tiles of the shower wall behind you giving your body some relief from the heat you felt all over.
 After a while, Rick’s lips left your throat, and he pulled back to look at you. His gaze was soft and tender, conveying the depths of his feelings for you. When his forehead fell down to rest against your own, you realized that he wasn’t done yet.
 “You’re insatiable,” you quipped, squeezing down slightly on his still hardened length.
 “I’m not the only one,” he retorted, his voice gruff but no less playful.
 His lips captured yours once again and you let yourself get lost in him. If this was how all of your heats would be in the future, then there would be nothing left to complain about or dread. You briefly wondered why you’d been so worried over your inability to continue taking suppressants before your mind became clouded and all you could think of, yet again, was Rick.
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Your heat was over after two days. It was the shorter than you’d expected, and you wondered, with a small, devious smile if Rick had fucked it out of you. His stamina never let up and by the end you were a sated, but exhausted mess.
 Your dress was ruined, but Rick had packed some spare clothes and you returned to the rest of the group in one of his shirts and a pair of your own jeans. And he still seemed to have the need to touch you, to keep you close. You didn’t mind, but the way that the eyes of the others lingered on you both when you returned was a little disconcerting. Sure, heats and ruts were a natural part of the world, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing.
 Rick and Daryl exchanged a look and then a nod, silently conveying that Rick’s earlier display, when you had both gone into rut and heat, respectively, was forgiven and forgotten. Then, after you both came back, the whole group set out on the road again.
 Two weeks had passed since then, and you often found yourself absentmindedly touching the claiming bite Rick had placed on your neck. Sometimes, your gaze would also linger on the one you left on him.
 It was confusing, because neither of them had shown any sign of truly healing. They had healed to some degree, in the normal way, with the redness around them fading and the skin no longer feeling agitated. But they weren’t fading away and once you were both no longer distracted, you and Rick realized that your claims over one another had stuck, and you were truly mated to each other.
 So, that was how you found yourselves talking to your father, with Rick asking if the older man might know what it meant. He was happy and relieved by it, but no less confused.
 “I looked into it,” Hershel told Rick. “Before we lost the farm, like I said I would.”
 You glanced between them, a little surprised by the fact that your father seemed to have known before you did about Rick’s inability to claim Lori and vice versa. But you stayed silent, interested in what he had to say.
 “We have a book, in our family,” your father revealed. “It keeps a record of omegas and alphas in our line that mated with each other. Some omegas in our family tree mated differently than others, though.”
 “What do you mean?” You asked.
 You’d never heard of that book before, and you were surprised to only learn of its existence now.
 “There are a few omegas in our ancestry where their bodies would reject attempts to claim them. The records that have been kept show that only a particular alpha, their true mate, could actually claim those omegas.”
 “True mates?” Rick asked in disbelief. “That… that stuff’s just fairy tales, stories for kids. It’s not real.”
 Hershel just gave him a look, one that conveyed his lack of amusement with Rick brushing off his words.
 “The evidence is in the two of you,” he continued. “You weren’t able to share a true mating bond until now, Rick. You’re the only alpha able to command Y/N… I’m sure there are other signs I’m not aware of and that I don’t want to know about.”
 Rick looked taken aback by your father’s words and you felt just as surprised.
 “It doesn’t matter, in the end,” Hershel said, placing a hand on Rick’s shoulder. “You were able to claim each other. That’s all that matters.”
 Rick just gave a nod, still a little stunned and then Hershel walked off, leaving you both alone. The idea left you feeling uneasy though, and you bit down on your bottom lip, looking off to the side.
 “Hey, you okay?” Rick asked, reaching out to take your hand in his and picking up on the change in your mood instantly.
“Yeah, I just… it’s a lot,” you admitted. “I mean, what if the connection we felt before we claimed each other was just… some weird thing like fate that was pushing us together? I’ve never even considered true mates to actually be a real thing, so I don’t know how it’s supposed to work, but I just… I don’t want those feelings to be fake or forced… I don’t want the way I feel about you to not be real somehow…”
 “Y/N,” he took hold of your chin gently and brought your gaze to his. “Whatever this is between us, however you want to label it, it’s real. I don’t know about all the other stuff, but I know how I feel about you. You don’t ever have to worry about that.”
 His words caused relief to rush through you and you nodded, giving him a small smile. He returned it before pulling you closer to him and capturing your lips in a kiss. It was soft and affectionate, and his lips moved languidly against your own. All of your doubts left your mind and only one thing remained – the knowledge that you both belonged to one another, fully and irreversibly.
 And with both of your mating bites sitting proudly on your necks, showing that you had claimed one another, there was no way for anyone to either doubt or deny it.
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Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon season one, part four
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Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?
Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!
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You stood there, still in shock over the scene in front of you. The thought of being so afraid for your life that you cut off your hand was almost too much to bear. A part of you felt horrible for Merle, despite how awful he had been since you met him. Most of all, you felt horrible for Daryl. You couldn’t imagine if it had been Rick in Merle’s place.
Daryl lifted his crossbow, letting out a huff as he aimed it at T-Dog’s head. Luckily, Rick was quick to react, lifting his own gun to Daryl’s head.
“I won’t hesitate.” Rick spoke. “I don’t care if every walker in the city hears it.”
Daryl eyed Rick for a moment, contemplating his options. Finally, he lowered his crossbow. He looked back at Merle’s hand before turning to T-Dog once more.
“You got a do-rag or something?”
T-Dog nodded, slowly reaching into his pocket. He then handed it to Daryl, keeping his eyes on the crossbow.
Daryl walked over to Merle’s hand, picking it up by the thumb and wrapping it up. “I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs. Ain’t that a bitch.” He then walked over to Glenn, placing the now wrapped hand in his backpack.
“He must’ve used a tourniquet… maybe his belt. There’d be much more blood if he didn’t.”
You pointed to the blood trail on the ground. “He couldn’t have gotten too far like that.”
Daryl looked at you, nodding before running off in the direction of the blood trail. T-Dog quickly grabbed the bag of tools they’d left previously, everyone following closely behind Daryl. You soon ended up in another part of the building.
“Merle, you in here?” Daryl called out.
As you entered an office, a walker stepped out from behind the counter. Daryl wasted no time shooting it in the head, signaling for the rest of you to keep following him. Two walkers, already put down, laid on the floor.
“He had enough in him to take out these two sumbitches.” Daryl mumbled. “One handed. Toughest asshole I ever met, my brother. Feed him a hammer, he’d crap out nails.”
“Any man can pass out from blood loss, no matter how tough he is.” Rick responded.
“Merle!”
Rick shook his head. “We’re not alone here. Remember?” 
“Screw that.” Daryl spat. “He could be bleeding out. You said so yourself.”
You pushed open a set of doors, revealing a kitchen. The stove was lit up, a flame coming from one of the burners. A belt sat on the counter beside it. Glenn picked up an iron, inspecting it closely.
“What’s the burned stuff?” You asked.
“Skin.” Rick responded. “He cauterized the stump.”
Glenn dropped the iron as his face scrunched up.
“Told you he was tough.” Daryl commented. “Nobody can kill Merle but Merle.”
“Don’t take that on faith. He’s lost a lot of blood.”
“Yeah?” Daryl asked, pointing to a shattered window. “Didn’t stop him from busting out of this death trap.”
“He left the building?” Glenn asked. “Why the hell would he do that?”
“Why wouldn’t he?” Daryl asked. “He’s out there alone as far as he knows, doing what he’s got to do. Surviving.”
“You call that surviving?” T-Dog asked. “Just wandering out in the streets, maybe passing out? What are his odds out there?”
“No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks.” Daryl snapped. “You couldn’t kill him. Ain’t so worried about some dumb dead bastard.” 
“What about hundreds of them?” You rolled your eyes. “You think he can take on all of them?”
“He just needs to stay hidden.” Daryl responded. “Look, you guys do what you want. I’m gonna go get him.”
Daryl went to leave, but Rick placed his hand on his chest. “Daryl, just wait.”
“Get your hands off of me! You can’t stop me.”
“I don’t blame you. He’s family, I get that. I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel.”
You nodded, taking a deep breath. “He couldn’t have gotten far with that injury. We can search a few blocks around the building, but we have to work together and keep a leveled head.”
Daryl stared at you for a moment before nodding. “I can do that.”
“We have to get those guns first.” T-Dog spoke up. “I’m not strolling around the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, alright?”
“I agreed.” You spoke. “If we’re gonna get them, we need a plan.”
Glenn nodded. “I think I have an idea.”
The five of you stood in an office, staring down at the floor when Glenn had used a dry erase marker to draw the streets surrounding the building.
“You’re not doing this alone.” Rick spoke.
Daryl nodded. “Even I think it’s a bad idea and I don’t even like you much.”
Glenn sighed. “It’s a good idea, okay, if you just hear me out. If we go out there in a group, we’re slow, drawing attention. If I’m alone, I can move fast.”
“If anyone can do it, It’s Glenn.” You agreed. “He’s been here alone more times than I can count.”
Glenn grabbed two erasers, placing them on his sketch of the streets. “Look, that’s the tank, five blocks from where we are now.” He pointed to one of the erasers. “That’s the bag of guns.” He grabbed a paper clip, placing it on one of the streets, looking at Rick. “Here’s the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That’s where Daryl, Y/N and I will go.”
“Why me?” Daryl asked.
“Your crossbow is quieter than Rick’s gun.” Glenn responded. “While those two wait in the alley, I run up the street and grab the bag.”
“You got us elsewhere?” Rick asked.
Glenn pointed down the street. “You and T-Dog, you’ll be in this alley here.”
“Two blocks away? Why?”
“I may not be able to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off. If that happens, I won’t go back to Daryl. I’ll go forward instead, all the way around to the alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me. After that, we all meet back here.”
Daryl narrowed his eyes. “Hey, kid, what’d you do before all of this?”
“Delivered pizzas.” Glenn mumbled. “Why?”
Rick raised his eyebrows, looking at you.
“Well, it looks like we have a plan.” You spoke.
You all gathered your stuff, preparing to leave when Rick pulled you aside. 
“Are you going to be okay with Daryl?” He asked.
You raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t exactly trust him. I’d rather you be with me.” Rick mumbled.
You smiled. “I can handle myself.”
“I know that, I just-”
“I’ll be fine, I promise.”
Rick sighed, nodding as he turned around and followed the others out of the room. Truth be told, you didn’t trust Daryl either. You had no doubt he’d leave you to the dead if he saw his brother out there. Still, you wanted to make sure he didn’t abandon the group and leave Glenn without backup.
You, Glenn and Daryl made your way down the ladder and into the alleyway. Daryl loaded his crossbow, peeking out from behind a dumpster.
“You got some balls for a Chinaman.”
Glenn rolled his eyes. “I’m Korean.”
“Whatever.”
Glenn ran down the alleyway and into the street, disappearing from your view. You pulled out your knife, holding it close to your chest. Even though there was a fence between you and the dead roaming the streets, you could still feel your heart pounding in your chest.
Suddenly, Daryl grabbed your arm, pulling you further behind the dumpster.
“What the hell-”
He lifted his finger to his mouth before pointing in the direction of the street. You could hear footsteps, much different to the dragging ones of the dead. Someone else was here.
Before you had time to fully process the danger, Daryl jumped out, pointing his crossbow. You stood up, seeing a young boy holding his hands up.
“Woah, don’t shoot me!” He pleaded. “What do you want/”
“I’m looking for my brother.” Daryl spoke. “He’s hurt real bad. You seen him?”
“Ayúdame!” The boy screamed.
“Hey, shut up.” You hissed. “Unless you want the dead coming this way.”
“Answer me!” Daryl spoke, stepping closer to the boy.
“Ayúdame!”
“Shut up!” Daryl yelled, pushing the boy to the ground.
You looked up, noticing two men rushing at you from the street. They tossed you to the side, your knife flying under the dumpster, before beginning to kick and hit Daryl with a bat. You rushed to your feet, attempting to pull one of the men off of him.
The fence rattled, earning everyone’s attention. Glenn stood there, eyes wide before he turned to run. 
“That’s it. That’s the bag, Vato!” One of the men yelled. “Get it!”
The men rushed towards Glenn, grabbing him as he dropped the bag and Rick’s hat. As Glenn screamed for help, Daryl aimed his crossbow, shooting one of the men in the behind as a car pulled up. The man let out a scream, both of them pushing Glenn into the car before hopping in themselves.
You ran towards the car, but it sped off before you could even exit the alley. Daryl arrived beside you, screaming at them to come back as walkers began heading towards you. He pulled the fence shut again.
“This can’t be happening.” You mumbled as Daryl rushed towards the young boy they’d left behind.
“I’m going to kill you!” Daryl yelled, beginning to kick the boy just as Rick and T-Dog arrived.
“Stop it!” Rick commanded.
“I’m gonna kick your nuts up in your throat!”
“Enough, Daryl.” You snapped. “You’re not helping.”
“They took Glenn!” Daryl snapped back. “That little bastard and his little bastard homie friends. I’m gonna stomp his ass!”
“Guys!” T-Dog spoke. “We’re cut off.”
You looked around, walkers glued to the fence on one side of the alley and wandering down the other.
“We have to get back to the office, now.” Rick spoke.
Daryl grabbed the boy’s shirt, pulling him to his feet. “Let’s go!”
Rick ran down towards the fence, grabbing the bag of guns and the hat before running back towards the ladder.
“Those men you were with,” Rick started. “We need to know where they went.”
The boy smirked. “I ain’t telling you nothing.”
“What the hell happened back there?” T-Dog asked.
“Him and his friends came out of nowhere and jumped us.” You responded.
“He’s the one who jumped me. Screaming about trying to find his brother like it’s my damn fault.”
“They took Glenn. Could have taken Merle too.”
The boy began to laugh. “Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn’t name my dog Merle.”
Daryl clenched his fists, going to kick the boy before Rick grabbed him.
“Damn it, Daryl. Back off.”
Daryl began to pace back and forth. Finally, he grabbed Glenn’s bag, reaching inside and grabbing Merle’s hand. He began to unwrap it. “Want to see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?” He tossed the hand on the boy’s lap.
The boy jumped off his chair, his back hitting the wall behind him.
“Why don’t we start with the feet this time?”
Rick shook his head, pulling Daryl away from the boy. “Look, the men you were with took our friend. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out.”
You nodded. “Tell us where they are and nobody loses their hands… or feet.”
Rick looked back at you, glaring.
The boy thought for a moment before nodding.
You arrived at where the boy had said his friends were, hiding behind some crumbling walls. Rick reached into the bag of guns, grabbing a sniper and handing it to T-Dog.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” He asked.
T-Dog nodded. “Yeah.”
Rick looked up at you. “Are you sure you don’t want to go with him? You’ll be safer.”
“I already told you, I can handle myself.” You sighed. “Besides, I’m no good as a sniper, so I’d be useless up there.”
The boy shook his head. “You guys don’t need to do this.”
“Shut up.” You responded. “You’re lucky we need you as leverage.”
“Y/N…” Rick spoke, his tone hushed.
“What?” You asked. “They attacked us, tried to steal our guns and took our friend. They have it coming.”
Daryl nodded. “I say we go in there, guns high.”
“Absolutely not.” Rick scolded. “We do this the right way, to avoid any more bloodshed unless absolutely necessary. Understand?”
You nodded, Daryl nodding as well.
T-Dog headed off, ready to get into position as Rick, Daryl and you led the boy towards the front door.
“One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know.” Daryl mumbled.
The boy smiled. “G’s gonna take that arrow out of my ass and shove it up yours. Just so you know.”
“G?” Rick asked.
“Guillermo. He’s the man here.”
“Okay then.” Rick responded. “Let’s go see Guillermo.”
You arrived at the door as they swung open, a man walking out. Behind him was a crew, all holding weapons.
G looked the boy up and down. “You okay, little man?”
The boy shook his head. “They’re gonna cut off my feet, carnal.”
G looked at Rick, his eyebrows raised. “Cops do that?”
“Not him.” The boy cried. “This redneck puto here. He cut off some dude’s hand, man. He showed it to me.”
Daryl shoved the boy. “Shut up.”
One of the men from the alley rushed out of the crowd, pointing a gun at Daryl. “Hey, that’s the Vato right there! He shot me in the ass with an arrow. What’s up, huh?”
“Chill, Felipe.” G spoke, holding up his hand. “This is true? He wants Miguelito’s feet? That’s pretty sick, man.”
Rick tilted his head. “We were hoping more for a calm discussion.”
“That hillbilly jumps Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet, Felipe gets an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion? You fascinate me.”
“Heat of the moment.” Rick spoke. “Mistakes were made on both sides.”
“Who’s that dude to you anyway? You don’t look related.”
“He’s one of our group, more or less. I’m sure you have a few like him.”
Daryl peeked behind G’s shoulder. “You got my brother in there?”
“Sorry, we’re fresh out of white boys. But I’ve got Asian. You interested?”
“We have one of yours, you have one of ours.” You spoke up. “Sounds like an even trade.”
“My people got attacked.”
“So did ours.”
“Where’s the compensation for their pain and suffering?” G ignored you. “More to the point, where’s my bag of guns.”
“Guns?” Rick asked.
“The bag Miguel saw in the street.” G responded. “The bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get. That bag of guns.”
“You’re mistaken.”
“I don’t think so.”
“About it being yours.” Rick spoke. “It’s my bag of guns.”
“The bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word? What's to stop my people from unloading on you right here and now and I take what's mine?”
“You could do that.” You responded, looking up at the roof of a building.
“Or not.” Rick smiled.
G followed your gaze, spotting T-Dog aiming the sniper at him. He looked back at you for a moment, before calling out. You looked up at the top of his building, two men coming into sight, holding another. He lifted the bag off the man’s head, revealing Glenn.
“I see two options.” G spoke. “You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood.”
Not bothering to discuss things further, G and his men headed back into the building, closing the door behind them.
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We Ain't Dead Part Two
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Photo Edit By Me
A Daryl Dixon x Reader (she/her) Fanfiction
18+
Warnings: Usual TWD Violence, Death, Alcohol, Swearing, Slow Burn, Fluff, Smut
Author's Notes: The group has been at the prison, and Y/N is starting to fit in. Carol expresses her concerns to Daryl.
Part One
Masterlist
Chapter 7: Fish For Dinner
“Up there,” Daryl pointed. They walked through the brush to a small pond. Y/N brought out a tin can filled with worms. The two tossed out the lines and sat on the shore, patiently waiting. Y/N breathed deeply, watching the ripples in the water. Every now and again, a fish would jump.
“They don’t know the world’s ended,” Daryl commented.
“Hmm.” Y/N remarked, “no one told ‘em.”
Daryl’s lips tightened, “gotta piss.”
While he was gone, Y/N saw his pole tip. She grabbed it and pulled in a nice bass. She unhooked it and attached it to a makeshift stringer. Daryl came out of the bushes zipping up his jeans and adjusting his belt. He saw her worming his hook.
“You had a fish.” She said laughing.
“What?! No way…”
She held up the stringer.
“Damn, nice bass.”
“Yeah, I’m taking credit for that one,” Y/N grinned.
She handed him back his stick. He tossed the line in. They’d been successful, fishing out almost thirty-five; a mixture of bass and perch. Daryl held up the stringer, “we did good.”
She nodded, “fish tonight.”
They headed to the bike. A small group of walkers came out of the trees, between them and the bike.
“Shit,” Daryl muttered, setting down the fish. Y/N pulled out the spears, rushed forward and took out two walkers. Daryl grabbed his knives and joined the fight. There was one more walker, both pulled their bows, drew, and released the arrows. Both arrows hit in a criss cross pattern through its skull. They looked at one another, chests heaving with adrenaline. Y/N grinned. They walked over, and Daryl moved its head from side-to-side whistling.
“Wow,” Y/N said, pulling her arrow, “this is getting to be a habit.” She handed Daryl the bolt of his arrow. She scooped up the fish as they passed, jumped on the bike with him, and they took off.
When they returned to the prison, they set up an old desk with a basin of water on the side. Y/N spat on a whetstone and sharpened two knives. She handed one to Daryl who started deboning a perch. Y/N watched interestedly.
“Not fileting it?” she asked.
He shook his head, “lose too much meat that way.” He picked up another perch and traced the backbone with the point of his blade, “the line is there, draw in at an angle,” he showed her, “slide it slow and flat back, slip it out by the tail. Flip it, do it again. Pull the head.” When he did so, the whole backbone came out, ribs and all.
She picked up a perch, slowly slid the point in by the backbone. She started to cut, but he reached over, “lay it flat back, go slow,” he stepped behind her, held down the head and then held his hand over hers. They moved the knife back to the tail.
“That’s it,” he said. She held it up, pulled the head, and all the bones came out. She smiled at him. He nodded.
“You filet the bass though?” she asked.
“Hell yeah,” he grinned, “you?”
She nodded.
They tossed the dressed fish into the basin. Carl walked over and peered into it.
“Wow, look at all those fish!” 
“You cooking tonight?” Y/N asked him. Carl laughed.
“No, but I’ll carry ‘em in for you.”
“Nah, we’re gonna cook ‘em out here. Not on no damn burner!” Daryl exclaimed. Y/N pointed to some broken bricks, “we’ll build up some walls for the grill.” He nodded.
They dug a shallow hole in the grass, clearing away the tall weeds, and piled bricks in a half circle. Y/N sat down with a thick roll of wire from her pack and wrapped it around two rods from a file cabinet, and then across in a woven pattern. Glenn and Maggie watched, marveling over her creativeness. Daryl studied it, impressed. They stacked some dried twigs, got the fire going and piled on logs.
Everyone was coming out of the prison now. They laid the fish out on the makeshift grill, sprinkled some salt and pepper on it and everyone excitedly waited for them to be done. Carol made a dandelion greens salad, tossed with vinegar from the commissary, some salt. Hershel dug up some wild yams, threw them in a pot on the grill. It was a delicious dinner.
Everyone was happy, laughing, eating, passing around a bottle of wine. Hershel stuck to water, but the others had some of the warm, sweet wine. 
Rick waited for the right moment before saying, “So Y/N, what’s your story?”
Y/N wiped her fingers on her pants, “well, I’m from New York City-”
“That’s the accent. I couldn’t place it,” Maggie snapped her fingers.
“You have the accents,” Y/N laughed. The others laughed.
“Naw, you’re in the south, you got the accent,” Daryl teased.
“Oh, is that so?” Y/N cocked an eyebrow. Daryl grinned.
“So, you’re from NYC,” Carol piped up, “what did you do, before the fall?”
“I was a firefighter, ladder 7.”
“Were you there when the towers fell?” Beth asked.
Y/N swallowed the yam in her mouth before answering, “I was. That was rough.”
“How did you end up in Georgia?” Glenn asked.
Y/N set a bone on the side of her plate, “well, when everything happened, I was on duty. We were called out to help. Did what we could. Lost a lot of my team to bites, misaimed gunfire from the police. I made my way to City Hall, but Bloomberg was bitten, killed his whole staff. Government there was gone. Streets were rampant with the dead ones. I started trying to get out of the city with several people, but I’m the only one of that group that made it out alive. I traveled downward to head to the CDC in Atlanta. It was gone.”
Rick looked at the others, “yeah, we were there. We met a scientist, Dr. Jenner. He was the only one left of his team of hundreds. They’d been working on finding a cure. He told me…” He faltered.
Daryl nodded, “tell her.”
“Tell me what? What did Jenner tell you?”
“We’re all infected,” Rick said seriously. Y/N frowned.
“That’s why if you kill someone, they turn unless you stab them in the head. They don’t have to be bit.” Glenn explained.
What was she supposed to do with this information?
“Oh, wow,” Y/N stood up, “well shit… I need to take a minute.” She walked off, out of the glow of the fire.
“Buzzkill,” Carol smacked Rick in the shoulder.
“She had to know,” Daryl said.
Y/N walked down by the fences. She watched the dead ones wondering how many had died of natural causes. She grabbed her hooks, and untied the spot in the fence where the group would slip in and out. Her spear stabbed the first walker closest to her, and then she dragged two down with the hooks, stomping their heads out.
“Hey!” Daryl yelled, banging on the fence, “what the hell are you doin’?” he demanded, attracting walkers to the fence. He’d stab each one through the links.
“Thinning out these dead ones!” Y/N yelled back. Daryl shot one behind her head with his crossbow. He made his way out the hole and stood by her back, killing walkers.
“Why’d you come out here alone?” he asked, pissed off, knife in the rotted skull of a walker, drawing back, blood splattering everywhere.
“I can handle this, Daryl!” She cut one off its legs and stabbed it through the head. The hook pulled two toward Y/N, and she slammed them down on the ground. She jumped up and stamped down on their skulls. A spear got knocked from her hand. She dropped the other and brandished her knives. Daryl and Y/N worked hard and fast.
“Just be happy, we cleared that corner,” Y/N told him.
"That ain't the point," he yelled, "yer the point."
She flipped the knives in her hands upside down and gutted brain remains of dead ones around her. Daryl stopped fighting, and watched her, surprised.
Daryl yelled, “Get down!” Y/N dropped to the ground. Daryl threw a knife right through the skull of a walker that had crept up on her. She flew to her feet. Daryl panted  as he made sure she got up okay.
She picked up her hooks, slapped the blood from them, and wiped the gore against the clothes on a nearby walker. Daryl yanked the knife free from the walker’s skull, wiped it on his pants and approached her.
She and Daryl had a rapport, and a budding friendship. He held onto her arm.
He took a deep breath, “Yer… family. Talk ta me."
She huffed, sighing heavily, her shoulders slacking, "Rick, telling us that information. You know, about being infected."
Daryl chewed at the inside of his lower lip, waiting patiently for her to continue talking. 
“I can't wrap my mind around it,” she whispered, "and how this comes into everything from here on out for me. I don't want to lose Judith to the infection, or anyone in the group…" She’d kept her feelings turned off, trying not to get attached to him, but there it was, "or you…"
His grip softened on her arm.
She cleared her throat, looking away from him, "yeah, so… I am afraid I will lose my sense of focus while defending this place.”
Daryl chewed his lower lip, “you ain’t gonna.”
“How do you know I won't?"
“'Cause I got yer back," he answered softly.
Y/N felt the sincerity in his words.
“C’mon,” he said. They rejoined the group at the fire.
“You, okay?” Rick asked her.
“I am. Thank you,” she gave him a small smile. Rick looked over at Daryl. His eyes remained on the fire.
“So, you never did finish telling us how you got to Georgia,” Carol said, scraping her bones into a bucket.
“No, I didn’t, Carol, maybe another time,” Y/N said, standing up. She scraped her plate into the bucket and carried the dirty dishes inside. She then decided to go for a walk.
Carol looked at Daryl as people started to move inside, “Is she okay?”
“She will be,” he answered. Daryl walked slowly over to join her.
“Hey,” he greeted her quietly, "glad to see yer still on this side of the fence this time."
"Ha ha," she answered.
He puffed on his cigarette, “I know there’s more you ain’t tellin’ me. I hope at some point you will.”
Y/N looked his way, “I’m trying.”
"'Kay then…"
On their walk back, they looked at the sky.
“Stars are brighter since everything went to shit.” She commented, desperately needing a change in subject.
He grunted before exhaling, looking down from the heavens and at her.
"Lookin' tired, Y/N…" he remarked, tugging a lock of her hair. She gazed over at him.
"I am. I'm feeling it tonight. And after such a great day."
"Remember the good parts, not the bad."
She nodded as he held the door to the prison open.
“Goodnight, Y/N!” Maggie and Beth yelled as she made her way up the stairs. She waved.
“Thanks for the fish!” Carl yelled.
Y/N smiled and went into her cell. She washed up, changed into bed clothes, and lay on her bunk reading a book.
Daryl walked by her cell as he did every night. Tonight, he waited for a few extra minutes, thinking. He saw her candle go out, and stepped up to the closed door, “Night.”
There was a long pause.
“Night,” she responded.
Carol decided to go up to the second floor and went to Daryl’s door, standing by the entrance that was slightly ajar before clearing her throat.
“Carol?”
"Yeah, it's me, can I come in?"
He grunted. She opened the door a little wider to walk in. She stood at the foot of his bed while his eyes moved from  the magazine in his hand to glance up at her. She wrapped the opening to the flannel shirt around her. It was chillier than she anticipated.
"What happened today between you and Y/N?"
He shrugged, "nothin'. Just tryin' ta get her to talk."
Carol sat down on the edge of his bed. He sat up more.
"If she talks to anyone it will be you." 
"How do you know that?"
"Because… if it were me… I would… choose you… to talk to."
His lips parted. She touched his hand, feeling the calluses on his fingers. He hesitated before pulling his fingers away.
"Get to bed now," he said, opening the door for her. Her hand touched his shoulder on the way out.
"Goodnight, Daryl."
He nodded slightly, the conversation leaving him confused. 
Chapter 8: Berries, Pookie
Two Months Later
Glenn and Maggie went on a run for more formula. Y/N and Daryl offered to go, but they wanted to get out for a bit, which was understandable. The prison got to you after a while, and breaks were needed from those dark, dank walls.
While they were gone, Carol went out to where Daryl was working on tuning up one of the vehicles.
“Hey Pookie, can we talk?” She yelled over the motor. He turned off the engine.
“Listen, I’m really happy that we have Y/N around. She’s very useful, and resourceful, and pulls her own weight… sometimes more. But… I barely see you anymore. I miss you.” Carol sighed.
“Carol-”
“Let’s just spend some time together. Help me collect some berries outside the fence.”
“Sure.” He wiped his hands on a rag, picked up his crossbow and followed her to the fence.
“When I was out here fixing the hose to the water, I spotted a few bushes just over here,” she pointed. Ripe blackberries loaded each bush. He picked a few and popped them in his mouth. They started picking the berries, looking up often to keep an eye out for walkers.
“What do you two talk about?” She asked.
He shrugged, “stuff.”
“Stuff you can’t talk about with me?” She asked, dropping some berries into the bag around her wrist.
“It’s different.”
“Different how?” she asked.
“I dunno, just different.” He was abrupt in his answer.
“Where do you go?”
“If I would’ve known you’d be ridin’ my ass, I wouldn’t have come,” he exclaimed, dropping berries into the bag.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized.
He didn’t say anything, just continued to pick berries.
“What makes her so special, Daryl?”
“Dunno,” he shrugged, “she sees me different.”
“Different how? I’m just trying to understand,” she said patiently.
“Dunno.”
“I wish you’d share with me.” She mumbled.
Daryl shook his head, “I’m tryin’ to! You ain’t makin’ it fuckin’ easy.”
“I’m sorry,” she apologized again, and drew his hair away from his eyes.
They resumed picking berries. Carol moved to another bush.
“Carol, there’s somethin’ bout her…”
Carol stopped picking to really pay attention to what Daryl was saying, “what is it?”
“She’s quiet n’ she… she’s a lot like me.”
“Is she?” Carol asked, “She doesn’t seem very affectionate though.”
Daryl considered what Carol was saying.
“Affectionate?” he asked, taking more berries from the bush.
“Yeah,” she said, “you know, a softer side of her.”
Daryl could recall a few instances where Y/N laughed with him, when the two were alone she’d started showing a little vulnerability, This was something Carol didn’t see.
“There’s a soft side,” he said quietly.
“Do you think that … you’re getting attached to her? After all, it’s been a year since she moved in.”
“Attached?” Daryl asked, chewing his lip. Carol’s smile softened. Daryl was a sensitive soul, albeit clueless on feelings of love and affection. He kept those things stored away due to all the pain he’d faced during his life. Carol knew this. Y/N was quiet most of the time. She seemed to always be more of an observer when the group was socializing. She knew a lot about survival and had great fighting skills.
Yet, Carol had some reservations about her, just because she still didn’t know much about her. None of them did. But maybe Daryl did.
“Looks like we have more than enough berries,” she said, holding up the bag, “we should probably head back.”
Daryl nodded, walking back with her, “Carol,” he said.
“Yeah?”
“She’s a good person.”
“I don’t doubt that she is. I just hope you’re keeping your eyes open when it comes to her.”
He frowned, "I don't know what ya are on 'bout anyway. Damn, ya never made a fuss 'bout Maggie or Beth…  ain't no difference."
Carol munched on some berries, "you don't see a difference?"
He shook his head, "Naw. Ya fuss too much, Carol. She’s a person. That's all."
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Summary - after the world ended you were sure you’d never find love again but a certain archer catches your eyes and changes the entire trajectory of your life.
Warnings - blood, death of a character, guns
Season 1 ep 4
'Vatos'
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Daryl is breathing heavily, like he's going to have a panic attack. I feel really bad, I remember when I lost my brother to this shit, it's upsetting, it hurts so much. Even if you don't have a good relationship with the person, you've lost it still is devastating. 
Daryl turns quickly pointing his crossbow at t-dog, but Rick quickly counters Daryl pointing his gun towards him. It's like a triangle of death, if Daryl even thinks to shooting, Rick will too. I just know Shane will be pissed if we show up without t-dog, and Daryl both are vital parts of our group. He'll probably go on about how 'he was right, and we should listen to him.' I can already hear him. "I won't hesitate. I don't care if every Walker in the city hears it." Rick says quietly. These people are crazy I swear. Daryl's crying as he lowers his weapon, in response Rick lowers his too. Daryl's blinking back tears as he stares at t-dog. "Yo-you got a do-rag or so-something?" He asks t-dog. T-dog doesn't respond he just hands him the folded-up piece of cloth. Daryl puts down his crossbow and walks over to Merle's discarded hand. He places the piece of cloth onto the ground and picks up Merle's hand by its pinky. gross. "I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs." Daryl looks at it with a kind of disgusted look on his face. "ain't that a bitch." He says as he examines the hand. He placed it in the middle of the cloth and folds it up. Then he stands up looking around with the covered-up hand in his hands. He then reaches out to Glenn. He turns Glenn a bit and opens the backpack and places the hand inside. We all are confused about why the hell he's keeping the motherfucking hand. Glenn especially because he has to carry it around! "He must have used a tourniquet...maybe his belt. It'd be much more blood if he didn't." Daryl says with a sigh. He picks up his crossbow as he follows the little trail of blood Merle left behind. We all follow behind him. Glenn's not very happy about a hand being in his backpack. "It's alright buddy" I whisper with a smile as I pat his back. He rolls his eyes "Shut up" he mutters back.
The trail of blood lead to a door. Daryl has his crossbow ready to fire at any moment as we follow him down the stairs "Merle? You in here?"He calls out. No answer but we continue just in case he's in there, and in trouble (or dead)
There's nothing but walkers though. No Merle. As we walk into a reception looking area there are two dead walkers on the ground both their heads bashed in. "Had enough in him to take out these two sumbitches. One handed." Merle was a special type of person that was somehow made for this type of life from the moment they were birthed, because I don't know any who would be able to cut their hand off and then kill 2 walkers while actively bleeding out other than Merle Dixon. 
Daryl places his crossbow on the ground to cock his crossbow "Toughest asshole I ever met, my brother." He says with a grunt "feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails." Daryl adds as he picks his crossbow back up to put an arrow back in. "Any man can pass out from blood loss, no matter how tough he is" Rick replies as he walks ahead of Daryl, raising his gun. I've got my gun in my left hand, also ready to shoot at any moment. We continue to follow the blood trail. that man was something alright, who is able to walk this far without one hand and losing blood at the same time. "Merle!" Daryl shouts as he peers out into the next room "We're not alone here, remember?" rick says "Screw that" Daryl mutters back "he could be bleeding out. You said so yourself." Daryl says as we walk into the room. "Shhh" t-dog says as we walk inside. there is a turned on oven with blood on it, and Merle's belt. Rick picks up some metal kitchen utensil with charred skin all over the bottom. The mother fucker cauterized his own fucking wound. "What's that burned stuff?" Glenn asks. "Skin" I reply looking over at Glenn. the smell of burnt skin is still very present in the room making me just want to leave. "He cauterized the stump." Rick adds. "Told you he was tough nobody can kill Merle but Merle." Daryl whispers.
"Don't take that on faith. He's lost a lot of blood." T-dog says, Daryl's turns his head and stares at something before walking over. "Yeah? Didn't stop him from busting out of this death trap." He says as we follow him towards a broken window "he left the building?" Glenn asks, now we're definitely not finding him. It's been almost 12 hours he could be all the way in Grand Rapids by now. "Why the hell would he do that?"
"Why wouldn't he, he's out there alone as far as he knows, doing what he's got to do. Surviving." Daryl says before walking off. "You call that surviving? Just wandering out in the streets, maybe passing out? What are his odds out there?" T-dog asks. I don't think he's got any odds of surviving, yeah he's Merle but Merle is also human. he's lost a bunch of blood who knows if he even survived the first hour of being of there.  "No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks!" Daryl says raising his voice. "You couldn't kill him. Ain't so worried about some dumb dead bastard." Daryl says getting in ricks face. "What about 1000 dumb dead bastards? Different story?"
"Why don't you take a tally? Do what you want. I'm gonna go get him." He says before trying to walk past Rick. Rick pushes Daryl back "Daryl wait." Rick hisses "get your hand off of me!" Daryl shouts as he gets ready to fight. Glenn makes a face that like 'oh shit not this shit again' and so do I and t-dog. They've been bickering back and forth all goddamn day, if Darryl decides to try and fight rick are we even going to be able to pull him off? "You can't stop me!" shouts Daryl.
"I don't blame you. He's family, I get that. I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel." Daryl looks like he's about to cry again to think about it he's looked like he was about to cry all damn day. "He can't get far with that injury we could help you check a few blocks around but only if we keep a level head" Daryl nod slightly and says, "I could do that." Rick looks over at us for confirmation. T-dogs speechless opening his mouth and closing it "only if we get the guns first" I say, we've barely got weapons and who knows if we are the only people in this god damn city. "Yeah, I'm not strollin' the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions" t-dog adds with a small nod.
We're all sat in an office discussing what we're going to do next. "You're not doing this alone." Rick says. Daryl's bent over a bit with both hands on his knees "Even I think it's a bad idea and I don' even like you much." Daryl says. Glenn raises his head "it's a good idea, okay, if you just hear me out." Rick squats down listening to Glenn "we go out there in a group, we're slow, drawing attention. If I'm alone, I can move fast. Look." He grabs a binder clip and places it on the drawing of the streets he drew on the floor. "This is the tank, five blocks from where we are now." Then he takes a crumpled-up piece of paper and places it by the binder clip. "That's the gun bag" he points to a 'street' across from the binder clip and paper. "Here is the alley I dragged you into when we first met That's where Daryl and I will go." Daryl's brows furrow together in confusion "Why me?" Daryl asks, "your crossbow is quieter than his gun." Glenn explains. I know this city just as well as Glenn does, and I didn't just come to sit here and look pretty I wanted to help too. 
"Wait..Glenn-" I try and say but he immediately cuts me off "You're not going too" I roll my eyes and scoff "I've got a knife, and I know this city better than you do" Glenn ignores me and continues to explain. "While Daryl waits here in the alley, I run up the street, grab the bag." I'll always be ignored when it comes to shit like this even when it comes to runs. even though I probably know this city like the back of my hand its Alway Glenn and Andrea who get to do all of runs, and all of the saving.
"You got us elsewhere?" Rick asks, Glenn nods and says "you, y/n, and t-dog, right. You'll be in the alley here" as he places an eraser in an 'alley' a bit up the street. "Two blocks away? Why?" Rick asks "I may not be able to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off if that happens, I won't go back to Daryl, I'll go forward instead, all away around to the alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me." Rick nods "afterwards, we'll all meet back here."
"Hey kid, what'd you do before all this?" Daryl asks "delivered pizzas. Why?" Glenn replies. Both Rick and Daryl give each other a look as they nod their heads. "Y/n?" I look up at Glenn "hm?" I hum. "Can we talk?" I shrug and push myself off of the ground. We walk out into a small hallway, and he starts by saying "I know you're mad at me, I just can't let you get yourself hurt. You didn't see how crowded that area was with walkers." I shrug, because despite what he thinks I do know how bad it is out there. "I just want to be with you. I barely even know t-dog and Rick." I mutter, he nods and grabs my hand "I know..." he lets out a sigh "If you come with us, promise you'll keep yourself safe?" He's got a soft spot for me; I could ask for him to kill someone and he'd say yes. "I promise?" he asks with a smile I nod, and he whispers "Good" before pulling me in for a hug.
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We're climbing down a ladder, first Glenn, then Daryl, then me. Once we're back on the ground we're sprinting down the alley way hiding behind large garbage cans. Daryl cocks his crossbow and I pull out my knife. "You got some ball for a China man" Daryl says as Glenn gets ready to go out into the street. "I'm Korean" Glenn corrects, but Daryl just rolls his eyes and mutters "whatever." Glenn runs over to the end of the alley before running off. Both Daryl and I are hiding behind a garbage can when we hear footsteps behind us Daryl quickly stands up with crossbow in hand "woah don't shoot me! What do you want?" It's a younger looking boy probably in his late teenage years. "Lookin' for my brother. He's hurt real bad. You see him?" Daryl asks still pointing his crossbow at the boy. I stand up, about to pull out my gun, I don't know why I go to pull out my gun I guess it's just instinct.
"Ayudame!" Shouts the boy "shut up!" Daryl hissed "you're gonna bring the geeks down on us. Answer me." The boy doesn't respond so Daryl says, "answer me." again.
"Ayudame!" the boy shouts again. I pull out my gun and point it at the boy. I really wasn't going to shoot I was just trying to scare him into answering Daryl. "Ayudame!" He shouts again. Daryl hits him in the face to shut him up and kneels down covering his mouth "shut up. Shut up." He hissed. I turn towards Daryl and the boy when I hear two sets of footsteps running towards us. If it was just one pair, I would've thought it was Glenn, I wouldn't had pointed the gun at them at all, but it was a mistake on my part, I guess.
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One of them had a gun I guess and shot me right in the thigh before continuing on to Daryl. I fall to the ground with a thud. At first it didn't hurt at all, just felt like a bee sting but then I look down, Bloods gushing out of me that's when I start to panic. I can feel my chest getting tight, and tears brimming my eyes. I'm gasping for air as I'm pressing onto my wound trying not to bleed out. I try I really try to think about everything I learned about how to stop bleeding but all I can think about is what if I die. What if this is it. add pressure, but I can't my hands are shaking, and I can't even keep my hands on my wound. I can hear them beating on Daryl behind me  andI can't help him.
"Oh my god, Oh my god!" Glenn shouts as he kneels down next to me. "Gle-Glenn" I cry out. His face is as pale as a ghost as he's trying to sit me up. Both guys turn around "that's it. That's the bag, vato. Take it! Take it!" One shouts as they forget about Daryl and start chasing after Glenn. I'm gonna die, I'm sure of it. I'm bleeding out, it's too much, I'm going to die. Even with the first aid kit in my bag I'm going to die. They start punching and kicking at Glenn now, I'm still gasping for air as I press my hands onto my wound. Daryl picks up his cross bow and shoots one straight in the ass. They've grabbed Glenn at this point forgetting about the guns. "Get off me! Get off me!" Glenn cries out. "Daryl! Daryl!" Glenn shouts as both men start to drag him into a car. Daryl tries to run after them but he's just too late. "Come back here! You sons of bitches!" He shouts which attracts the walkers. He pulls the gate shut before kneeling down next to me. I'm crying and gasping for air. "I-I'm go-gonna die, aren't I?" I cry. Daryl's eyes are widened "no, no you ain't come on, come on" he says pushing his arms under my legs and my upper torso. He lifts me up before placing me back down against the wall. "I-I've got- I've got a med kit in my b-bag" I stutter out. He nods as he rips open my bag. He quickly finds the
Med kit and opens it up. He grabs some regular gauze, and some rolled gauze. He starts off by placing the pad gauze onto the wound and then wraps the rolled gauze around it a few times just to stop the bleeding.
There are two people running in from the other side of the alley. "Grab him! Fuckin' Grab him!" Daryl shouts as he scoops me up. "They shot'er and took Glenn." he shouts "His little bastard homie friends took Glenn" Daryl adds. "Come on let's go we've gotta go!" I feel like I'm gonna pass out. 
I've somehow never been in this much pain, I broke my arm in the seventh grade while climbing in a tree with my brother, that was what I deemed as the most pain id ever been in before this. I remember screaming bloody murder while I was laying on the ground in my grandparents back yard while matt sat up in the tree with tears in his eyes. my grandpa came out and scooped me up in his arms and rushed me to the hospital. I remember the weeks after that I got all the ice cream and candy I wanted from my grandparents. I just wanted my grandpa in this moment. I wanted him to scoop me up and kiss my forehead and tell me I'll be alright. 
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We're all sitting back in the office. I'm sat against a wall as Rick is looking at my wound as well as talking to the boy we had taken "those men you were with, we need to know where they went." rick asks, the boy doesn't want to answer any of his questions though "I ain't telling you nothing." 
"Jesus, man. What the hell happened back there?" T-dog asks as Daryl is pacing back and forth "I told you, this little turd and his douchebag friends came out of nowhere and jumped me." The boy rolls his eyes as he responds with "you're the one who jumped me, Puto, screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault" as he leans his head against the palm of his hand. I still can barely breathe and I'm still gasping for air. It's probably a panic attack "are you alright? Does this hurt?" Rick whispers as he takes a piece of gauze drenched in hydrogen peroxide. I hiss as it touches my body. "Just gotta clean it up" Rick whispers.
"They took Glenn. Could have taken Merle too." Daryl proposes, the boy scoffs and says "Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle." That set Daryl off causing him to try to lunge towards the boy. Rick has to quickly get up and grab Daryl before he hurts the boy "damn it, Daryl. Back off" Rick says pushing Daryl away from the boy. Daryl walks past Rick and to Glenn's backpack. "Want to see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?" He asks taking out Merle's hand. He unwraps the hand and throws it at the boy. The boy immediately jumps up shrieking. He pushes himself up against a wall, which give Daryl the opportunity to pin him up against it. "I'll Start with the feet this time." Rick once again pulls Daryl off of the boy again.
Rick kneels down next or the boy "the men you were with took our friend. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out." The boy nods and tell us where his friends are located.
I'm definitely not ready to leave, or even get up yet I'm still actively bleeding and can hardly breathe. So obviously someone has to stay with me. Daryl was the chosen one, because Rick and t-dog didn't want him to make anymore problems.
Daryl ended up redressing my wound with gauze and some antibiotic ointment. "You alrigh'?" He asks as he sits back down next to me "y-yeah?" I say in an almost questioning tone because I really don't know if I'm alright. "you're not gonna go dyin' on me are ya?" He asks with a laugh. I shrug I really didn't know. he scoffs and says "You're gonna live m'not gonna let you die on me."
"I sho-should've listened to Glenn n'sta-stayed back at the camp" I stutter out. maybe I should've listened to Glenn and Shane because if I did, I definitely wouldn't be shot right now. Daryl just nods before I ask, "you think Glenn's gonna be mad?" Daryl shakes his head. Glenn wouldn't be mad, but Shane definitely would. "Nah, he's probably just gonna be worried." Daryl replies.
About 15 minutes later t-dog, and Rick come back, but without Glenn. they said they would talk to them and get Glenn back, but Glenn's not here. "Wh-what about Glenn? Where's Glenn?" I ask as I try to push myself up off of the ground but subsequently fall right back down. I groan as I squeeze my eyes shut. "They want the guns" Daryl stands up and walks over to Rick who's placing the bag of guns down on the table. "Them guns worth more than gold. Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table. You willing give that up for that kid?" Daryl asks as Rick is going through the guns. "If I knew we'd get Glenn back, I might agree. But you think that vato across the way is just gonna hand him over?" T-dog asks. 
"You callin' g a liar?" The boy says, "are you part of this?" Daryl shouts as leans down in front of the boy "you wan' to hold onto your teeth?" He asks slapping the boy in the side of the head. "Question is, do you trust that man's word?" T -dog asks, I don't know if we can trust these people, but I do know if giving them the guns means getting Glenn back then we should give them the guns. "No question is what are you willin' to bet on it? Could be more than them guns. Could be your life. Glenn worth that to you?" Glenn is worth that to the group, if we didn't have Glenn we wouldn't have someone to go on runs. we can't just leave him here.
"We're getting Glenn back" I say as I try pushing myself back up again "we can't just leave him!" I shout using all of my energy as I fall back to the ground. "What life I have I owe to him" Rick says putting his gun back into his holster "I was nobody to Glenn, just some idiot stuck in a tank. He could've walked away, but he didn't. Neither will I." Daryl furrows his brows together "So you're gonna hand the guns over?" Daryl asks. Rick looks up a Daryl "I didn't say that."
"There's nothin' keeping you three here you should get out, head back to camp." Rick suggests. "I'm not leaving until I see Glenn" I say as I lean my head back against the wall. "And tell your family what?" T-dog asks with a sigh.
Rick, t-dog, and the boy leave, leaving Daryl and I by ourselves again. He's sat by my side again. "We should find ya a wheelchair cause I'm not carrying ya all the way back to that truck" Daryl says with a chuckle. I nod "y-yeah maybe" I whisper. "So, are you like with Glenn?" He asks, I let out a breathy laugh "no..no he's my best friend." He looks at me brows furrowed "seriously?" I nod, I guess Glenn and I have acted kind of like a couple in the past, but my love for Glenn has been totally platonic for a while now "totally platonic." We sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before I ask "Daryl?" He hums in response "do you think Merle's alive?" He nods "he's the toughest guy I've ever known. He has to be."
About 30 minutes late Rick, t-dog, and Glenn. Glenn's almost immediately at my side "are you alright?" He asks as he grabs my hand. "Yeah, I'm alright" I say with a smile. he hugs me but obviously tries to stay gentle. "I was so fucking worried you don't understand." Glenn mutters into my shoulder. 
they have half of the guns we originally have but I feel that's alright as long as Shane never finds out. we're walking down the hallway in this empty office building, I'm in Daryl's arms bridal style as were searching the halls for some kind of wheelchair. there has to be one, there's no way there isn't just one that the building had on hand for emergencies. "Fuck finally!" Daryl curses as he spots one pushed into one of the rooms. Glenn pulls it out and pushes it in front of Daryl. Daryl sets me down gently in the wheelchair and then were on our way to find an exit.
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 Glenn is pushing me down the empty train station when Glenn says, "admit it, you only came back to Atlanta for the hat." referencing the sheriff's hat that now sat on ricks head. "Don't tell anybody." Rick jokes. "You've given away half our guns and ammo."
"Not nearly half." Rick corrects "for what? Bunch of old farts who are gonna die off momentarily anyhow? Seriously how long you think they got?" Daryl asks, "how long do any of us?" We stop at the end of the station expecting to see the truck still parked out on the train tracks but it's not. It's gone! Someone fucking took it!
"Oh my god." Glenn says, we're all shocked. "Where the hells our van?" Daryl asks "we left it right there. Who would take it?!"
"Merle" Rick states. "He's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp."
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We end up walking all the way back to camp. It's dangerous but we manage. When we get back to camp it's well after 6 o'clock. It's dark out, and the only light we see is the fire from camp.
A blood curdling scream is heard from camp which is followed by a bunch more screams and gunshots. This definitely makes everyone run a bit faster. When camp is in view, we see bunches of walkers. "Oh my god."
"Go! Go!" T-dog, Daryl and Rick immediately start running towards with their guns, and crossbow. But Glenn stops "leave me here" Glenn furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head "no I'm not leaving you here, what if you get bit." I pull out my gun and say, "I can handle myself go!" Glenn listens running off towards the walkers with his gun. So here I am trying to push myself up out of the wheelchair with a bullet still logged in my fucking leg. I manage to of course, even with the stabbing pain coursing through my leg I manage to get up out of the fucking wheelchair. I stumble my way over to the group with my gun in hand somehow managing to shoot any Walker in my way.
At this point I'm convinced I'm invincible. When I'm finally up with the group most of the walkers have been shot. The kids are crying huddled up in their mothers' arms, Andrea is crying over a body. Amy's body. My blood goes cold. She got bit, it was her scream that we heard.  At this point I can feel the pain again. The adrenaline rush gone now. I fall to the ground crying out in pain.
I'm dead now, the remaining walkers are going to eat me. I'm dead, I'm fucking dead.
"God dammit you stupid motherfucker why'd ya get up?!" I'm scooped up by Daryl. Everyone's still on guard huddled around the rv. "You weren't bit were ya?" I shake my head quickly. I'm placed back down on the ground. I can hear Amy's whimpers and cries from here. She covered in bites and blood. I can't look, I won't look. I can't watch her die. I've watched to many people die by now. I can't watch her die. When I hear Andrea cry out, I knows she's dead. I can't look again. Not again. There was so much blood, the look on Andrea's face as she cradled her dying sisters face was enough.
"Oh no, no. Amy! Amy! Amy!" Andrea wails.
"I remember my dream now, why I dug the holes."
So many people are dead. Dead bodies are littered around us. God.
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its later that night when I'm laid out on the ground with my hands being held down by Glenn, and Daryl. everyone else is also sitting around us watching as rick pulls the bullet out of my leg. "Stop, stop!" I cry out as rick starts prodding in my wound with a pair of tweezers. Glenns other hand immediately clasps over my mouth as I let out a loud guttural scream with tears streaming down my cheeks. "I've got it! I've got it!" I watch as rick pulls out the somehow still intact bullet out of my let. I push myself away from rick as both men on either side of me let go of my arms. "Are you alright?" Glenn asks as I push myself up and into his arms. "I'm fine I think."
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Shit, I love everything so much??? You’re getting me back into other Norman characters. Scud sounds fun to write… it’d be interesting to see how any of Norman’s characters would react to a reader with a teenage daughter, who suddenly starts calling him Dad. Some cute fluff.
Or a reader who just adores him and can’t get enough of him— random blowjobs or secret sex at work. lol. Any Norman character, really, now that I’m just getting back into not only Daryl Dixon.
Stay Quiet, Pretty Boy | Scud Frohmeyer x Fem!Reader
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Summary: Scud loved it whenever you jumped him and pried him away from his work to have him take you over any surface in the workshop. However, with Blade around, the two of you couldn't do much, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Oral (m receiving), in public? (in the workshop), praise kink, pet names (baby, babe, etc.), almost getting caught, swearing.
Word count: 1.5k
A/n: My first ever smut attempt, folks. I'm so sorry if this sucks. But thank you for the request! I really wanted to do the teen kid one but I feel like I've been writing nothing but Dad!Daryl recently, so I wanted to shake things up a bit. I might still write it, though. Hope you like this, lovely!
Scud Frohmeyer was an absolute slut for you. He was always in the mood when it came to you and he had no problems with dropping whatever he was busy with to have his way with you, or let you have his way with him—god, he loved it when you took control. Having you on top was one of his favourite things in the world. Whenever you rode him, he swore that he was in heaven. And whenever you tugged him into a kiss by pulling his choker? He was an instant mess, willing to do anything for the goddess that sat on his lap.
The two of you were like horny teenagers around the workshop whenever Blade wasn't around. All it took was one suggestive comment and the two of you were jumping out of your clothes, pawing at each other. And if you couldn't get out of your clothes fast enough? Scud would help you by "accidentally" tearing it off of you. You had lost way too many shirts to keep track off because of Scud.
Scud couldn't think of one surface in the entire workshop that he hasn't had you leant against or on at some point. Every tabletop, counter, chair and car hood has been used at that point, multiple times. The two of you had probably had more sex in the workshop than you've had in your own shared bed.
However, when Blade returned for a couple of days with new work for the both of you that would take up most of your time and effort, your shenanigans were put on hold. Both you and Scud were too busy to do much. Blade kept giving you new tasks before you were even done with the current one you were working on and he hovered around to make sure that you did it. And when you were done for the night, you and Scud were way too tired to do anything. You'd simply collapse on the bed and the both of you would be out in seconds.
To say you were frustrated would be an understatement. You adored your boyfriend and were always in the mood for him, so you decided to take matters into your own hands—whether your boss was there or not.
Scud groaned against your lips as your tongue slipped into his mouth. He backed you up against the wall and put his hands beside your head, caging you against his body so that you couldn't escape—not that you'd want to, anyway. Your hands ran over his chest before moving up, pulling him closer by tugging on his choker.
Scud groaned again and detached his lips from yours, trailing down your neck and sucking on the sweet spot above your collarbone, eliciting a breathless moan from you. You tilted your head back to give Scud more access to your neck, your mind fuzzy at the pleasurable feeling of your boyfriend's lips on your exposed skin.
However, as soon as your hands trailed down his chest and to the big bulge in his jeans, Scud shakily drew back and caught your hand with his. His pupils were blown with lust and you could barely see the beautiful blues of his eyes, so the action caught you off guard.
“What's wrong?” you whispered breathlessly, your eyes searching his for an answer.
Scud shook his head. “We can't, babe. B might walk in.”
A mischievous thought crossed your mind. You pouted and frowned, faking a sad look. “So you don't want this?”
“Of course I do,” Scud replied instantly. “There's nothing I want more.”
“Then what's the problem?”
“Like I said,” Scud said, brushing your hair out of your face. “B might walk in, and then we can both kiss our jobs goodbye.”
You smirked at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. You tugged him into a heated kiss by his collar, which he instantly reciprocated. When you pulled away, you gave him a heated look and let your hands trail down to his belt buckle, beginning to unfasten it.
“When did you become so sensible?” you asked in a mockingly sweet voice. “Where's the dirty Josh I know?”
“Sweetheart...”
“I need you, Josh. I wanna have my mouth around your dick. And I know you want it, too.”
Scud groaned when he felt you begin to unfasten the button of his jeans and pull his zipper down. Any sense of sensibility he possessed was beginning to deteriorate, and he knew he should've stopped you—Blade was somewhere in the building. He could walk in on the two of you at any minute. But the sight of you pulling his pants and boxers down and dropping to your knees in front of him made any sensibility he had fly out the window.
You took Scud's cock in your hand and began to stroke him up and down, maintaining eye contact with the man. A deep, guttural groan resonated from his chest and he threw his head back, enjoying the feeling of your hands on him.
“You gotta stay quiet for me, pretty boy. We don't want Blade hearing anything,” you told him before licking a stripe up to his tip, licking up the precum in the way you knew would drive him insane.
Scud inhaled sharply and his hips jerked, all thoughts instantly leaving his mind. “Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth, bringing his hands down to grip at your hair.
You continued to tease him like that for a while. You wanted him to be a whining mess, to have him beg for you. Whenever you were in control, you made Scud work for his pleasure.
And it didn't take long.
“Fuck,” Scud whined, gripping your hair tightly. “Please, baby. I need your mouth so bad. Please. Oh god, please.”
Satisfied, you finally took his cock in your mouth. The moan Scud let out was damn near pornographic, his head tilting back as he shut his eyes in pleasure. His grip on your hair only tightened, and you moaned around his cock at the painful yet pleasurable feeling.
“Fuck, baby,” Scud groaned when he felt your head begin to bob, sucking him off and bringing him pleasure in the way only you could. “Shit, feels so good.”
You hummed around his dick, the vibration adding to your boyfriend's growing pleasure. You continued to suck him off, your hands stroking in time with your mouth's movements on the parts of his cock you couldn't fit into your mouth. Every so often you'd pop your mouth off to swirl your tongue around his tip before resuming your previous action.
Scud's mind was fuzzy. The feeling of your mouth around him and the thought of being caught in the act made his body swarm with ecstasy. What the two of you were doing was risky, and Blade could walk in at any minute, but despite his earlier hesitancy, Scud was enjoying himself.
One final swirl of your tongue was all it took for Scud to come undone in your mouth. His cum flooded your mouth and you swallowed every drop you could, and what you couldn't dripped out from the corners of your mouth. When you were sure he was done, you withdrew your mouth with a pop and stood up, wiping your hand over your mouth and licking the cum from your hands.
Scud watched the action with half lidded eyes, his breathing heavy. His heart was pounding against his chest, his mind was still fuzzy and his body was filled with ecstasy. He felt good, all thanks to you.
You smiled at him and drew his boxers and jeans back up his body, fastening the button and redoing the belt buckle before leaning up to kiss him. Scud moaned at the taste of him on your lips, his hands moving up to cup your face as he kissed you deeper.
“Scud! Y/n! I have something you need to do!”
The sound of Blade's voice echoing from the next room drew you and Scud apart. You sighed heavily and took a step back, straightening your clothes and fixing your hair to look presentable.
Before you could walk away, Scud caught your hand and turned you around, pulling you into another kiss. He pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours.
“I'm taking care of you tonight,” he promised you, before withdrawing and making his way over to the next room.
And boy, did he keep his promise.
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sourwolf-sterek32 · 2 years
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Broken Trust
Summary: Y/N Walsh meets Daryl Dixon while working as an undercover Police Officer. But, when Daryl finds out the truth about you, you’re forced to move back to King County.
While on duty, a bullet puts you and Rick Grimes in hospital and when you wake up, the whole world has changed.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: language, violence, blood
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Chapter 33-
You ducked down behind some old tractor and raised your handgun towards the door, waiting. 
Not a moment later, the door was kicked open and the Governors men rushed in as you pulled the trigger.
In a matter of seconds the men were dead, but you knew there was more of them. Why wouldn't they all come after you? The Governor wanted you dead, you had killed his daughter, he wouldn't give you the chance to get away, so why didn't he send all his men after you?
You were cut off from your thoughts when the front door to the shed slammed open and you mentally cursed yourself for not thinking that far ahead. They had went around the shed and used the other door to sneak up on you. Son of a bitch.
You quickly spun around raising your gun and took down two of the five men before the all too familiar click filled the air and you groaned in frustration. You didn't have enough time to change magazines, instead you holstered your gun and pulled out your pepper spray from the pouch on your belt.
Without hesitation you quickly stood up and sprayed the men running towards you and you watched in amusement as the three of them instantly dropped to the ground with pained screams.
Pepper spray stung like a bitch. You had to be sprayed with it when you were training at the academy so you knew what it would feel like if you accidently got sprayed in the field and that was not fun. 
You put your spray back in the pouch and began to reach for your gun to load in a new magazine into, but you didn't get a chance before someone suddenly tackled you from behind.
You hit the ground with a thud and you forced yourself not to scream when you landed on your stomach, your ribs exploding in pain. Whoever tackled you, you rolled your over onto your back and you came face to face with the Governor before he slammed his boot down against the side of your face.
For a moment, you thought you were going to pass out.
Black dots started to cloud your vision, but you forced them away and you stared up at the Governor who standing above you. What was left of his men were still rolling around on the ground a few metres away from the spray, leaving just you and him.
"Just get it over with." You spat, your eyes still trying to focus as you felt blood trickling down the side of your face, the boot reopening some of the stitches.
"Not yet." The Governor responded, grabbing the front of your shirt and pulling you to your feet before he pinned you against the wall and pulled out a knife, holding it against your throat. "Looks like your wounds are starting to heal, I think we'll change that." He added, lowering the knife from your throat before he dug the blade into your left shoulder, reopening the stab wound causing you to scream.
Merle was sneaking into the shed while the Governor was distracted. The eldest Dixon pulled out his silenced pistol, shooting the five guys on the ground silencing them in an instant, but suddenly the Governor froze in front of you and you realised that he noticed his men weren't crying anymore. Shit.
You watched as the Governor pulled out his own handgun and slowly turned around.
Acting quickly, you grabbed his arm and tried to get him to drop the gun, but he just elbowed you in the face, knocking you to floor before he turned around to find Merle standing above his now dead men.
"Merle!" You screamed, catching the older Dixons attention.
Merle quickly spun around, but it was too late. The Governor had pulled the trigger and all you could do was watch Merle staggered back, his hand going to his stomach as blood started to seep through the front of his shirt before he fell to the floor.
The Governor began to walk towards him, no doubt going to finish him off, but you couldn't let that happen. He was Daryl's brother, you couldn't let him die.
Without thinking, you hastily got to your feet, trying to ignore the fact that the room definitely should not be spinning right now. You pulled your knife out and slammed the blade into the side of the Governors neck before he had a chance to pull the trigger and finished Merle off.
The Governor cried out in pain as you yanked the knife back out, blood spraying out the wound and covering you before he dropped to the ground. You didn't waste anytime as you dropped down beside him and stabbed him through the chest.
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You weren't really sure what happened after that, you must have spaced out because the next thing you knew, you were leaning over the Governor's dead body, his face now unrecognisable from the amount of times you had stabbed him.
You sat there breathing heavily before pulling your knife from his eye socket and pushed yourself off him as you landed on the ground breathlessly.
Wait, Merle!
Dropping the knife, you quickly crawled over to the older Dixon who was laying on the ground a few metres away with his hands pressed against his bloodied stomach. Shit, that wasn't good.
"Merle? Hey, can you hear me?" You questioned once you reached his side and you lifted his hands to take a look at the wound, but all you could see was blood.
"Ain't walkin' away from this." He groaned through gritted teeth.
"It's just a scratch, stop being such a pussy." You lied, ripping off your flannel shirt, leaving you in what used to be a white tank top, but was now covered in more blood than what you though possible, but for once barely any of it was your own.
"I'm getting you out of here." You insisted.
You tied your flannel around his stomach to try and slow the bleeding causing Merle to wince and he shook his head, but you didn't give him a chance to speak.
"Shut up, I didn't save your ass back in the day for you to just die like this." 
You finished tying the flannel before you grabbed his arm, slinging it over your shoulder and tried to get him to his feet, but you really underestimated your strength and Merle's weight. But,to your relief, Merle started to help you and he pushed himself to his feet, most of his weight leaning against your side, but at least he was on his feet.
"Ain't gonna work." He mumbled as you started to walk him towards him door.
You did not like how faint his voice was getting though. It was only a matter of time before he past out from blood loss and there was no way you'd be able to carry his full weight to one of the cars.
"Shut up, save your energy." You groaned, trying to ignore the pain flaring through your shoulder as you helped Merle.
You really should have used your other arm, but too late now to change arms.
For a moment, you thought it was going to work, but the second you opened the door to the shed and took a step outside, you quickly realised that Merle was right. It wasn't going to work. There were walkers everywhere, you couldn't get Merle to one of the cars and take on the walkers at once. Shit.
"Stay here, don't move." You instructed as you gently lowered Merle to the ground under the veranda of the shed.
You stared at him for a moment, hating how pale he looked before you turned around and took in all the walkers stumbling around the area. How the hell were you going to do this? There had to be at least 50 walkers here.
"Fuck it." You muttered to yourself, grabbing your baton from your belt and flicking it out before slamming the end of it into the first walker and moving onto the next.
Walker, after walker, after walker. You smashed their heads in with your baton. Walker blood and guts coated your already bloodied body as you glanced over your shoulder, making sure there weren't any walkers near Merle.
"10 down, only another 40 to go." You said to yourself, turning back towards the walkers.
You raised your baton about to take down the closest one before an arrow suddenly flew past your face and hit the walker through the eye.
Daryl ran towards you with his crossbow in his hands, slamming it into one of the walkers before you quickly pointed towards Merle. Daryl stopped in his tracks and turned to where you were pointing and you could pinpoint the exact moment he spotted his brother. His entire body froze for a split second before he took off sprinting towards him.
You quickly turned your attention back to the walkers and continued to take them out before you glanced back towards the brothers to now find Daryl lifting Merle up. His panicked blue eyes locked with yours from across the yard, looking at you in uncertainty. 
"Take the Governor's truck, get him out of here!" You shouted just as a walker grabbed your shoulder and you quickly jumped out the way, kicking the walker to the ground before slamming your boot against his head with a sickening crunch.
"I ain't leaving ya!" Daryl shouted back.
You shook your head before slamming the baton against another walker, but this time your baton got stuck and you were unable to pull it out. Shit.
"You don't have a choice. He's bleeding out, I got this!" You yelled back, drawing your handgun, hastily ejecting the empty magazine and loading in your spare.
You shot the walker about to reach you before looking back over at Daryl. He just stood there with his brother in his arms, clearly unsure with what to do.
"Daryl, go!" You ordered, your inner police voice coming out.
To your relief, Daryl nodded before he started making a beeline for the nearest Governor vehicle and you turned your attention back to the walkers and started to shoot them.
It didn't take long before you heard one of the trucks start up and a few seconds later you spotted the truck take off and you just hoped it wasn't too late. Daryl couldn't lose his brother, not after everything.
You continued shooting the walkers until you ran out of bullets and there was no more spare magazine to load. You glanced around the area taking in all the walkers that were still left and you knew there was no way you could take them all on, but that was okay. Daryl had gotten Merle out of here and now you could get the hell out of dodge too.
Without further thought, you holstered your handgun and took off running in the direction Daryl had came from earlier and to your relief you spotted his old Triumph parked on the side of the road.
Your entire body ached as you mounted the bike. All your old injuries from the first time you fought with the Governor still fresh and you could feel blood dripping down your shoulder from the stab wound, but there wasn't much you could do about it at the moment.
You turned the key in the ignition and to your relief the bike started up on the first try because you knew there was no way you'd be able to kickstart it, not in your condition right now anyway.
By the time you pulled up to the prison the sun was starting to set in the distance.
Carl opened the gate for you and you rode in, parking Daryl's bike in the courtyard. You turned the engine off, but didn't make any move to dismount the bike just yet. What if Merle was dead? What if you were too late? It was your plan to draw the walkers in and take out the Governor that way, it was your plan that might have killed Daryl's brother...
"Aunty Y/N!" Carl's voice shouted, snapping you out of your thoughts as you glanced over your shoulder to find him running towards you from the gate and you took a deep breath before you climbed off the bike. "Daryl said the Governor is dead, is that true?" He asked, once he reached your side, his eyes widening taking in all the blood covering your body and you nodded.
"Yeah, he's dead. Is Merle okay? Where are they?" You asked, looking down at your nephew before he pointed towards the prison.
"In the cellblock, he was bleeding a lot. I don't know, I haven't heard anything since."
You nodded before making your way towards the building, unable to stop the tears rising in your eyes. Merle was probably dead... Daryl would hate you again, it was all your fault. 
"Y/N? Thank God, what happened? Merle said you killed the Governor, but..." Rick's voice suddenly said the second you stepped inside the prison.
The man who used to be your brother rushed over to you, his eyes widening as he took in all the blood covering your face and shirt.
"It's not mine... not all of it." You corrected yourself, running shaky fingers through your hair as you looked over at Rick who took a step towards you about to hug you, but you quickly shook your head and took a step back. "Don't." You warned and he stopped in his tracks.
"Y/N, please-" He started to say, but you cut him off.
"Where's Daryl and Merle?" You asked, changing the topic.
Rick sighed, pointing towards the cellblock before you rushed into the cellblock. Maggie and Glenn were sitting on the steps and both pointed towards one of the cells when they saw you.
You simply nodded your thanks and you walked over to the cell they pointed to and stopped in the doorway when you saw Merle lying on the bed, a thick white bandage around his stomach. His skin was still ghostly pale, but you could see the rise and fall of his chest and you couldn't stop the small sigh of relief that left your lips. He was still alive. Daryl was sitting on a chair beside the bed with his head in his hands. You cleared your throat causing Daryl's head to quickly look up and the second he realised it was you, he was on his feet and pulling you into his chest. Neither of you said anything for a while as you hugged each other, but you could tell Daryl was crying. His body trembled against you and you hugged him tighter, despite the pain it caused your shoulder... you really should get checked by Hershel, but that could wait. "I'm so sorry." You apologised once Daryl pulled away, his eyes red and puffy from crying and your heart broke. "Is he going to be okay?"  "Hershel got the bullet out, doesn't know if it did any internal damage or not... we just have to wait 'n find out."
He stared at his brother before turning his attention back towards you and reached for your bloodied shoulder, but stopped himself, not wanting to hurt you. "It's okay. The Governor got me good, but it's not bad." You tried to reassure, but Daryl just shook his head. "It ain't okay. None of this is okay. Why'd ya go after Merle? Ya could've gotten yourself killed!" He snapped, before he turned away and started to pace the small cell anxiously.  "I didn't want you to lose your brother too. I lost mine and it broke me... I couldn't let you go through the same thing." You admitted, watching as he stopped pacing and stared at the ground. "You can hate me for running off again, it seems to be a habit of mine. But, I couldn't let you lose your brother."  "I ain't ever gonna hate ya." He said, taking a step towards you and cupping the side of your face before placing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Let's go find Hershel, ya need that shoulder looked at." "It's okay, stay with your brother. He needs you more than I do, right now. I'll find Hershel." You responded and Daryl looked like he wanted to argue before he looked back over at his big brother lying on the bed and sighed, but nodded in agreement. 
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WITH YOU [5] THIS IS NOT A SUMMER CAMP
Daryl Dixon x OC(Charlie Reed)
Summary: Charlie is left alone in the camp. Hard situation makes her to stop distancing herself.
Warnings: language
Song: Riptide Vance Joy
A/N: Hi guys :) There's a chance that today I will post another chapter, but I'm not sure. Also I'm currently on season 10 of the walking dead and I'm a wreck after season 9. Like...what the hell? Anyways, enjoy! And I PROMISE there will be more Daryl here.
DAYLIGHT ON WATTPAD
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She was sitting on the grass, playing with one blade between her fingers. She felt her skin getting warmer under the hot rays of Georgia's sun. She could still see Atlanta in the distance, some of the highest skyscrapers, that she used to pass by. Charlie wasn't sure how long passed since Glenn was gone since she didn't have a watch.
She sighed heavily at the thought of him and threw a blade away. She tangled her fingers into her hair nervously and pulled, to somehow stop the anxiety.
Carl left his car long forgotten and sat down next to her on the grass. His presence made her uncomfortable as she had a feeling that she should talk to him about something because the silence was making her uncomfortable. He was making her uncomfortable.
"I know you are worried about Glenn." he said. "But everything's going to be okay."
She scoffed.
Carl was living in a bubble created by his mother to protect him. She was feeding him with words like everything's going to be alright, we will be just fine or...
"You should just have faith." he added.
Charlie didn't want to open her mouth, because she didn't want to say something painful to the boy. She didn't like him, but she wasn't heartless. After all, he lost a father not so long ago.
"Maybe you can teach us something fun?" Carl asked.
"Fun?" she furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him.
"Yeah." he nodded with a small smile."Like origami. It was fun last time"
Her patience for this kid was out now. Two weeks was enough and actually, Charlie didn't know if she was angry at this kid or at his mother.
"This isn't a summer camp, Carl."
A small smile faded from his face.
"There's people that are dying right now. If you won't stop being a boy, then you will die as one." she said.
Carl got up and walked away. Remorse washed through her because Carl was the one who knew how it was to lose someone. At the same time, she didn't need his pointless words and being comforted by a kid.
She didn't have to wait long until Lori appeared in her line of sight, clearly angry. Her eyes were throwing lightnings and blush covered her cheeks.
"Don't you ever dare to come close to Carl." she said. "Do you hear me?"
Charlie stood up on her feet and looked her in the eyes.
"Every day since I came here I've been sitting with your kid, taking care of him because you're not around." she said.
"You told him he will die!"
"Everyone will die. And if you're going to treat him like a little boy, he will just die sooner than later."
"How dare you?! Do you have any idea how to raise a kid?"
Charlie looked her in the eyes.
"I guess I know as much as you do."
Lori opened her mouth to say something, but apparently, Shane heard the whole conversation and stepped between two women.
"Woah. Let's calm down and..." he said and raised his arms in a calming manner. "I know there are emotions, but let's not fight inside our group, okay?"
Lori looked at him with anger that he didn't have her back and Charlie just rolled her eyes.
"Listen." he said. "Lori is his mother and you shouldn't talk to him like that. He's just a kid. And Charlie also has some right in her words. We shouldn't treat him as a baby." said Shane looking at them.
Further conversation was broken by a CB radio hum and a familiar voice could be heard.
"Hello, Base Camp?"
Everyone turned their attention towards the RV and the voice coming out of it.
"Can anybody hear me? Base Camp, this is T-Dog. Anybody hear me?"
"Hello? Hello?" asked Dale who was the closest. "Reception's bad on this end. Repeat, repeat."
"Shane, is that you?" asked T-Dog.
"Is that them?" asked Lori.
They all heard hum and broken speech. It was hard to understand what the person was saying, but she did hear a word trapped and store.
"There are geeks all over the place." T-Dog said. "We're surrounded."
"T-Dog repeat the last." said Dale. "Repeat."
"Oh my God." Charlie breathed and anxiety hit her hard again. "We have to help them." she said.
"No, absolutely not." Shane replied."No."
"We have to do something." said Charlie, walking up to Shane. She touched his bicep and looked him in the eye.
"He said the department store." said Lori, looking at a cop too.
"I heard it too." confirmed Dale.
Walsh looked her in the eyes as if searching for what he should do.
"Shane." Charlie repeated, her eyes pleading him to do something.
"Charlie." he looked at her. "We don't go after them. We do not risk the rest of the group. Y'all know that."
"So we're just gonna leave her there?" asked Amy.
"Look, Amy, I know that this is not easy."
"She volunteered to go to help the rest of us." she argued.
"I know, and she knew the risks, right? See, if she's trapped, she's gone. So we just have to deal with that. There's nothing we can do." he said in a calm voice.
"She's my sister, you son of a bitch." Amy spat and passed him by.
Charlie raised her eyes at him, desperately trying to convince him with her worried expression.
"What if it was Lori that was stuck there?" Charlie asked. "Or Carl?"
"The rules are rules." said Shane through the clenched teeth.
Fury ignited within Charlie as Shane refused to let her join Glenn and the scavenging group. Her fists clenched at her sides, her jaw tightened, and her eyes blazed with frustration. Without another word, Charlie turned on her heel and stormed away into the woods, her steps heavy with resentment and defiance. She needed to cool off, to clear her head before she did or said something she'd regret.
"I can't just sit here while they're trapped in Atlanta. We have to do something," Charlie said as soon as she heard heavy steps behind her.
Shane placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder as a sign of compassion, and to a bit release her anger at him. "I know it's tough, but we have to think strategically. Running in there guns blazing won't help anyone."
"I just feel so helpless, Shane," Charlie confessed. "They're our friends, our family."
"I get it," he said and nodded, when the girl looked him in the eyes. "I do. Just trust me."
"Okay, I'll try."
"Listen," Shane said once the atmosphere softened. "If you have any problem. If there's anything you struggle with...I'm here for you."
"I'll keep that in mind," she nodded.
"They say I'm quite good with distracting people from their worries."
As Shane subtly flirted with Charlie, she couldn't help but feel taken aback by his sudden shift in tone. She saw Shane as a leader. And she saw on her eyes how good of a distraction he was, especially to Lori. Even though, she tried to maintain her composure, a faint blush crept up her cheeks, betraying her inner turmoil. She forced a small, awkward smile, attempting to brush off Shane's flirtation and steer the conversation back to the matter at hand. That's why she only said: "We'll see about that, Shane."
After the CB radio call, the day seemed pretty normal, just like every other before. Daryl was still gone, Amy didn't want to talk with anyone and Dale was just standing on the RV, looking for something. That's how she stuck with Lori and whining Carl.
"I didn't mean what I said about you."
Lori looked at her and smiled slightly. Her eyes showed that she wasn't mad anymore and she didn't hold any grudge towards the younger girl. "It's okay." she smiled. "I know you didn't mean any of those words. We're all just nervous."
Charlie tried to crack a smile.
"Baby, the more you fidget, the longer this is gonna take, so don't, okay?" said Lori, changing the subject, when her son whined louder.
"I'm trying."
"Then try harder." both Lori and Charlie said at the same time.
"Why don't you cut your hair?" asked Carl, looking at Charlie.
"No one is getting close to me with scissors."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because..." she tried to think about the answer. Charlie was thinking if she should just shrug him off or open up to him. "I was the only girl in the family, besides my mom. I had four brothers. I was wearing clothes after them, that weren't that used, and my whole childhood I looked like a boy with short hair." she shared.
"Why?"
"My dad wanted to save money, I guess." she shrugged. "Or another son. I don't know."
"When did you stop looking like one?" asked Lori with a smile.
"I was fifteen. I confessed to a boy and he said that he liked girls." she answered. "Yeah."
"Hard to believe." said Shane, who was keeping quiet.
When he caught her eyes and furrowed brows he added: "That someone could mistake your pretty face."
"Ow, mom!" Carl winced in pain as Lori pulled his hair in an accident.
"You think this is bad, wait til you start shaving," Shane said. "That stings. Days come you will be wishing for one of your mama's haircuts."
"I will believe it when I see it." replied Carl.
"Tell you what, you get through this with some manly dignity, and tomorrow I will teach you something special. I will teach you how to catch frogs." Shane said, looking up from cleaning his gun.
"I've caught a frog before." Carl said proudly.
"I said frogs. Plural." Shane smiled. "And it is an art, my friend. It is not to be taken lightly. There are ways and means few people know about and I'm going to share my secrets."
"Oh, I'm a girl. You talk to him." Lori said as her son looked at her.
"Have you ever caught frogs, plural?" asked Carl.
Charlie smiled lightly.
"Yeah. I did." she said.
"But you're a girl."
"Like I said, four brothers. I did a lot of nonlady-like things." Charlie smiled at the shocked expression on a boy's face."And military freak dad."
"It's a one-time offer, bud." he said. "Not to be repeated."
"Why do we need frogs, plural?" Carl asked.
"You ever eat a frog's leg? Shane asked.
"Ewww."
'No, yum."
"No, he's right ew." Lori chuckled.
"When we get down to that last can of beans, you're gonna be loving those frog legs, lady." Shane said to Lori. " I can see it now: Shane, do you think I could have a second helping, please? Please? Just one?"
"Yeah, I doubt that."
"Have you eaten frogs, Charlie?" Carl looked at her again.
"No. My dad always made sure to have just enough cans with beans." she answered and looked at Shane.
"Don't listen to her man." a cop rolled his eyes. "You and me, we'll be heroes. We'll feed these folks cajun-style Kermit's legs."
"I would rather eat Miss Piggy." confessed Lori. "Yes, that came out wrong." she smiled.
"Heroes, son." Shane said. "Spoken of in song and legend. You and me. Carl and Shane.
Boy hummed, still not convinced.
"Military freak father, huh?" asked Shane once Carl was calmed and Lori could cut his hair. "Was he in an army?"
"No." she answered. "My brothers were. That doesn't change the fact that he made all of us do survival shit. He sent us all each summer, three weeks in the middle of nowhere."
Shane smiled.
"So you know a lot."
"I know how to cry in the woods, yeah." she replied and caught Shane's smile. "I hated those things. I absolutely loathed sleeping in a tent, mosquitoes, no running water." she told them as past memories were coming back to her. "I was crying every day. I was hiding anywhere I could, so I wouldn't have to do stupid activities."
She remembered those camps, three weeks of hell. Waking up at five, running God knows how many miles. Eating something that looked like food, but to this day she wasn't sure what exactly that was. There was no running water, no beds, no walls- just them and the forest. And mosquitoes. At the end of the camp, she didn't have a place on her body that wasn't bitten, and was really surprised that she had any blood left in her veins.
The only one who enjoyed those three weeks was Will. He loved all the activities, he loved the feeling of him against nature and his own limits. Her oldest brother- Finn was there with them just two times before he was too old. He said that thanks to that experience he found out he wanted to be a doctor. Finn was practicing his skills on boys or girls there that were too clumsy. Luke - her second oldest brother - didn't mind those. For him those three weeks were nothing special, he was going and he was back, done. That simple. Even her youngest brother, little Pete was enjoying those things. He wanted to toughen up and finally earn their father's approval.But in the end, he was always the one back at home first with some sprains, broken leg or arm, or concussion.
Shane chuckled under his nose."Your dad went hardcore."
"You have no idea."
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FYI-Season four after the prison fell and everyone got separated
Y/n's p.o.v
There's a new hostage in the Claimers group, his name is Daryl. I say hostage because he doesn't agree with their set of rules, and was obviously disgusted when he realized why I'm still here. It's been months since I uttered even a single word, giving them no reason to recognize me as any kind of threat. They're tracking some guy that killed unfortunately only one of these monsters, this is way too much work for what's-his-face's life. With all the drama of murder I was given an opportunity to swipe a knife without them noticing anything.
The Claimer found me in a warehouse and claimed me two and a half months ago. My group had been caught in a herd the day before, I had been mourning. That's how they got the upper hand, I was sobbing, when they found me I made no verbal attempt to escape so they tied my wrists and dragged me along.
After trudging through the woods for some hours with tight ropes binding my hands together, keeping me tethered to these sick men, them and I end up at a road with a run-down vehicle sitting there along with a trio of survivors huddled around a small flame. One of them is a boy who makes eye contact with me, he continues to look at me as I divert my gaze to the ground. He looks about my age, wonder will The Claimers keep him around? And if so will it be for the same reason as me? My attention is snapped back to the people in front of me as Joe starts talking.
The leader off The Claimer's, Joe, walks up to the survivors spewing threats while dragging the rope attached to my soar arms evidently pulling me. Daryl says something about these randoms being 'good people' and then the boy gets separated from the other two and all hell brakes lose.
In the midst of it all Joe lets go of my rope so I grab the knife from up my sleeve and go to cut the tie. Once free I stand to my feet and see The Claimers losing, I step into the battle and stab the closest Claimer to me. Right in his artery. I have the blood of a monster covering my face, and I have a sense of relief flood over me and I catch my breath, every inhale new, fresh. Free.
The only people left are the trio, Daryl, and I. It has became apparent Daryl knew the people because the guy who ripped out Joe's throat with his teeth called Daryl his brother, and honestly they don't look related to me. Daryl glances at me, still sat against the vehicle "you got a name?" he asked, his voice tired and slightly demanding. With our eyes locked I nod my head. He continues to talk with his relative and I hear him say I remind him of "Beth" and that she got kidnapped.
Until I know that, for certain, I can trust these people I will not speak, they seem to be better than the claimers but you can't just go off the appearance of people anymore. well you could, but that would make you dumb. Sorry, I don't make the rules
They don't have a problem with me tagging along with them, honestly if I where them I wouldn't do that, but to each their own. I have been introduced to the trio, them being Michonne, Carl, and his dad, Rick; they're heading to Terminus, and I'm tagging along.
Carl walks to my left as I rub the bare and bloody wounds on my wrists "stop rubbing your wrists they need to heal," he tells me grabbing my hand. I give him a small nod, still not giving up my facade. Him and I walk in tangent for a good while, holding hands, until we head into the woods. The feeling of his hand in mine felt like what was happening in the world, the world where death was the only motivator, I could be serene. Like someone who would be reading in the back of the library, without a care in the world, someone effortlessly wonderful.
They are hiding their guns in the ground. I keep my blade hidden in the sleeve of my coat as we arrive, for safety reasons only. We decide to show off our trust issues and break into a safe haven. The Terminus people end up being really understanding and lead us to there colony, but not before "checking us for any weapons" which they suck at, by the way, but let us keep them anyway.
As Ricks group, the Terminus people, and I stand in the courtyard Rick looks like he was following a bee with his eyes. Then he jumps onto Gareth, putting a gun up to his head talking about ponchos and stopwatches. Many guns are pointed at my head and it's evident that they no longer trust us, if they ever did. My hands go up, what could I do with my knife? Nothing, I can't do anything, so I keep it tucked in my sleeve. Ricks people pull out their weapons, some don't have a gun, they must really trust Rick, and his instincts.
After that, the others, and I get locked into a train car with more of Rick's people and others they loosely know. I make my way to the wall of the train car and slide down, how much worse can the Terminus people treat me compared to The Claimers?
Carl slides down next to me after hugging a few of the other people. His gaze is turned my way so I turn my head to look his way. His vibrant blue eyes hold my stare. Carl takes my hand in his and asks "how're your wrists?" while turning over my hands his eyes shift from my eyes to my wrists. He ends up asleep with my hand intertwined with his.
Eventually the people of Terminus either died or fled the scene of what used to be a cannibal hot spot. Now it is still that, but most smart people don't trust walkers enough to not eat them.
We're currently huddled up at a church with a total fool who refuses to kill the dead. His name is Gabriel, he's a priest, that's why he refuses to be violent with the flesh eating monsters.
Part two?
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