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zombiewhor3 · 1 year

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THE SHERIFF

rick grimes x fem reader

WARNINGS: age gap, reader is 22-23, mentions of cheating, still married rick, shane, season two era, soft smut, reader is able to consent, mentions of alcohol consumption

She had been a few years younger than the sheriff ,

by a few she meant there was just about 6 years difference between them, but in her eyes it wasn’t that much of a gap besides his wife was only a few years younger than him what would be the deal with adding on a few more years.

It was post apocalypse now and hadn't felt it ideal to judge people for their lively hood decisions because no matter what everyone around them had their secrets, they had their fetishes and they had their preferences whether big or small it didn't matter.

he had a wife and kid so of course it wasn’t ideal for her mind to even wander in that direction, it wasn't the brightest idea for her to develop a crush on him as the world was ending.

Yet again it wasn’t ideal that his wife had screwed his best friend just a few months after his supposed death. In y/n’s eyes it was wrong and utterly embarrassing on Loris behalf for being so stupid.

she could practically feel the tension waving off the three, the way Lori was trying to cover her history with the somewhat clueless Rick who had just learned the world was ending.

she had her own set of fantasies about him, she loved to watch as he was out training shooting with the members at the farm, the way that he was forceful but yet calm with each person.

she liked the fact that he was the group leader, the way he was able to keep them safe and solve their problems with that mind of his.

It always seemed to bring a set of butterflies inside of her when she saw him, she felt like the universe was forcing her to cross her legs to hide the pressure that was building up in her.

Carol noticed the way she'd look at him she noticed the longed hazed out glances, the way y/n had seemed to lose her words around him whenever he started to show her something.

well Daryl did to he noticed everything so it wasn't a shock that he had picked up on the obvious tension that he was sure the others should've noticed by now, but he was so silent he hadn’t even mentioned the solid tension between Rick and her.

he kept to himself on the hill, hunting and doing whatever the hell he seemed to do when he had all the god damn time in the world.

Carol had fondly mentioned it before when she could see the glimmer in her eyes every time she looked at the man but y/n shook it off claiming that she was just nervous of screwing up.

that she was afraid of being kicked from the group for a small mistake which was partially the truth but not the reason she couldn't keep her eyes off of the sheriff.

y/n had practically passed out as she watched him step out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist at the CDC building, the way the water was resting on his chest and the way his hair had been slicked back ever so perfectly.

it made her melt inside like she was a teen girl.

Carol had noticed the way y/n seemed to get so damn flustered over everything he did, or anything he said to her even just a small glance from his eyes set her off.

she mostly kept to her own business and never spoke about the anticipation between the two to the others, besides what the did in the shadows was their own business.

Now it was them left at the campfire while the others had been invited to sleep inside for the night, besides they were on watch so it was easier for them to sleep outside anyways.

y/n looked up at Rick who had been staring softly with his pinkie finger in his mouth nibbling on the thinly growing nail while his eyes seemed to be laced on her like bees to a hive.

She took a sip from her cup that had been filled with tea as a courtesy from nice blonde girl herself who was resting up inside the farm house way aways from them.

she felt the warm liquid slip down her throat before she spoke,

“Shouldn’t you keep an eye out for walkers? make sure we don't get another ambush?” She asked bringing the mug back up to her lips gulping down another sip licking her lips clean.

“Place is dead and it’s quiet no walkers are gonna be out here unless it’s stragglers”

rick spoke pulling his finger away from his mouth as he still seemed to stare at her, “why do you keep staring?” She asked trying to ignore the fact she seemed to like the way his eyes were sinking into her.

“i'm not staring” he replied watching as her eyes widened and she took another sip of her tea, he licked his lips reaching out to pull the mug away from her resting it down on the log next to him.

“don't you ever think about it? i mean the end of the world” She asked as she looked up at the sky watching as the stars glimmered brighter than she had ever seen in the city pre-apocalypse.

"i think about it all day" he took a swig of the water and watched as she took in a deep breath trying to find the right way to start a conversation about the age gap between them,

"is our age gap weird?" she asked suddenly and she felt the feeling of the question start to rush to her cheeks, it started to fill her up with the embarrassment of the foolish question.

“well no I don’t think so, it’s well about six years, maybe five when you turn twenty three next month” he smiled at her watching her place a smile on her face as she looked down trying to hide the raging blush that seemed to fill her entire face.

“You know my birthday?” She asked crossing her legs because she could feel the butterflies starting to churn back inside of her just from the subtle idea someone remembered something about her.

“I know pretty much everything, I’ve been asking the others about you to see how we can make you more welcome in the group” he admitted fixing his posture while he looked at her, still with the lust lacing through his eyes while he stared at her.

“really?” She asked shyly, she hadn’t had anyone put in that much effort for her not even men older than him had seemed to care this much about how she felt or if she felt 'welcomed' enough

She couldn’t help but feel her thighs starting to force themselves together as she squirmed at the own demise as her panties started to soak, the cotton underneath her jeans had been pooling with her own juices from the way she was watching him stare at her,

her heart skipped with each flick from her eyes looking him up and down like he was just the best god damn thing she had ever seen.

he had taken a notice the way she squirmed at even just the small action he took, his eyes couldn’t linger away from her for more than a damn second, it was like she was mesmerizing.

Like a siren in the deep blue of the ocean that was calling to him, he could tell she was nervous or maybe even turned on from him, probably a mix of both if his mind was being honest.

"no one else really seemed to pay attention" she mumbled underneath her breath hoping that he hadn't heard her pity remark about the others and their lack of consciousness to each other.

"i'm just used to letting the others walk over me and boss me around i never really have a say like you do" she admitted to him watching as he cocked his head to the side softly.

she knew she was starting to ramble about, letting her thoughts spill from her brain and roll out on her tongue,

"usually i'm the one who's given the orders and i just do what i'm told" she admitted and watched as his expression changed, his jaw shifted a little like he was frustrated at what she said.

"don't let them get to you, you see the way they tried to trample all over Daryl about looking for Sophia? it's quite just the doing of the fact we're all trying tor survive"

rick spoke taking a sip of his water canteen letting his eyes flick back up at her, she smiled at him as she took the last sip of her tea and set down the empty tea cup on the log beside her.

she watched as he moved his seat so he could sit next to her, she felt the side of his holster digging into part of her thigh because of the way they were pressed against one another.

he turned to look at her with a dim expression, before his hand rested at the side of her cheek he watched a smile arise on her face as he kissed her gently so he could taste her.

she could taste whiskey and peppermint on his tongue, he smelt like the crisp woods around them, her hands wrapped around the back of his neck to take in more of the kiss.

without even a slight struggle she was pulled into his lap, he felt her thighs squeeze together as she tried to create some sort of friction through the denim of her jeans.

he had helped her by guiding her hips with his, she hummed out against his lips sending a soft vibration through both of their bodies.

She fiddled at the buttons of the dusty tan shirt he was wearing, she wanted to feel him pressed up against her and it was like she couldn’t wait.

he could feel the eagerness of each button that came undone in the shirt until it was left in the dirt behind him, his chest pressed against hers.

It was his turn to strip her shirt and he hadn’t even hesitated to pull off the matted black tank to leave it on the ground with his shirt.

he had lifted her up from the log, taking her into her personal tent, he placed her down against the floor of it and used a pillow to prop her head up.

“you deserve more privacy” he remarked at her and watched as she smiled and ran one of her hands throughout his brown strands.

She tore off his pants feeling as he did the same to her, with nothing but undergarments on her body she couldn’t help but buck her hips up just so she could get more friction from him.

he kissed from in-between the valley of her breasts until he reached her navel, he peppered over her body and it made her hum.

it made her smile with each and every kiss that was ever so delicately placed on her skin.

“rick” she whispered aloud and she watched as he flicked his eyes up to look at her, his thumbs rubbing circles at the sides of her waist.

“Need you so bad” she mumbled out to him and watched as he gently tugged at the sides of her panties to pull them off.

He tossed them to the corner of the tent, his hands moved to her back and with one gentle sweep of a motion she felt her breasts fall free.

his own boxers were slipped down his thighs until they slipped off his legs and tossed away, she practically choked on her words when she saw just how large he was.

he rubbed at the sides of her cheeks before he had lined up with her, just to give her a little taste he had rubbed at it making her squirm.

“please rick, need you so bad” she pleaded aloud as her body practically arched up from the bed, with a simple motion of his hips he thrusted into her filling her entire cunt up with him.

Her nails clawed at his back with each and every thrust, first gentle and once she got the full feel of him she couldn’t seem to stop begging for him just to let her have it all.

she bit down on her lip to hide a scream that was going to rip from the deep pit of her throat from how well she felt him inside her.

He shushed her softly as he heard a struggled silenced whine come from between her lips,

with each and every whimper that came from her mouth he wished that he could hear the full thing because even just a sliver of her voice was driving him crazy.

he pressed his body even closer against her so that he could be able to thrust inside her easier, he felt her nails leave streaks on his shoulders.

he whispered sweet-nothings to her until he could feel her walls clench because she was on the verge of spilling over.

“fuck I think I’m gonna-“ she paused at the feeling of his thumb rubbing at her clit making her gasp and let out a croaked moan.

“come on, come for me princess” he whispered to her feeling his cock twitch with each motion of her walls clenching against him.

Within a few seconds they both felt the peaceful and sudden bliss wash over them, her juices sputtered on his abdomen and he had spilt a top of the skin on her stomach.

He watched her breathing rise and she whined at the his gentle touch as he used a canteen to get rag in her tent damp and he wiped away the mess he made against her skin.

he slipped her bra and underwear back on along with the jeans he had taken off of her, leaving the button undone he tossed a blanket over her.

he kissed the top of her forehead before getting himself dressed and laying with her, his hands wrapped around her waist and she smiled.

she closed her eyes and let out a soft yawn,

she woke up sitting up to see that the place next to her was cold, he must’ve gotten up hours ago.

she rubbed her eyes and looked for her t-shirt but it was no where to be found, she tossed her blanket off of her as she rustled through her bag.

she cursed softly as she realized that the must’ve left the shirts by the camp fire last night, she peaked her head out of the tent to see the group surrounded by a morning fire.

she smiled awkwardly before sticking her head back in the tent, she hadn’t seen the shirt by the log where they left it, and Rick wasn’t visible.

“fuck” she mumbled as she sat back in her tent, even if the shirt was there how could she explain how it even ended up there with his own son and best friend sitting there just a few feet away.

she tossed on her jacket and even though her bra was still visible through the gap she had almost made her way out of the tent but she stopped once she looked to the side of her tent.

there her shirt was strung up and she smiled as she slipped the tank back on and was finally able to make her way out of the tent.

he must’ve gotten their scattered clothes back together before she had woken up, she took a seat on the log next to Daryl and watched as he was cooking a snake over it.

he had even offered y/n some but she passed on the offer with a nice reply and smile watching as his eyes flicked back to his cooking breakfast.

“next time could you two keep it down? you and Rick are going to draw coyotes or walkers” she felt the words whispered in her ear practically trickle down her neck sending her shivers.

she gulped and put back the smile on her face so no one would catch on, “you know about that?” she whispered back leaning closer so that she didn’t have to speak as loud.

“What don’t I know about this group?” He remarked and pulled the snake away from the fire and began to start skinning it.

he placed a piece of the cut up meat on his knife in his mouth chewing it before he spoke again, “he’s up in the house if you need him”

y/n placed a rub on the top of Daryl’s head before standing up from the log and making her way up the hill until she finally reached the house.

Even though they had been here for weeks out of respect she still knocked before she entered just to alert that she was entering the house.

Rick was sitting in the living room drinking a glass of whiskey that Hershel had poured for him, Hershel was speaking with his daughter in the other room while ricks eyes flicked up to look at y/n who felt like she was out of place in the house.

“morning sunshine”

he spoke and watched as she took a seat next to him, he offered her a sip of the whiskey but she denied with a soft shake of her head.

“you hung my shirt up in the tent” she chuckled and watched him smile as he set the finished glass onto the coffee table in front of them.

“I did” he replied feeling as their legs touch from the way he purposefully had spread his, she reached out for his hand and felt as he clenched her hand gently as he took a gaze at her.

They didn’t have any clue what was next, they didn’t know how his son would handle this even though he knew the tension between Shane and them was belligerently obvious.

“whatever happens you don’t let them walk all over you, even if I’m not here” he spoke and peppered a kiss a top of her head.

“understood sheriff”

#the walking dead #the walking dead fic #twd #twd smut #twd spoilers #rickgrimes #Rick #rick grimes twd #rickgrimesmut #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes #the walking dead fanfiction #twd daryl #daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #carol twd #Lori twd

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sneerymcbride · 7 months

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"but carol and daryl were never meant to be a couple they're just bsf." *daryl's dying of jealousy* this was back in s9 btw where she told him about zeke's proposal

#carol peletier #melissa mcbride #the walking dead #caryl #twd carol #amc twd #caryl spinoff #daryl dixon #norman reedus #carol twd

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softestnatalie · 7 months

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Abandoned corridors of the heart

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female!reader

Timing: Season 1

Chapter Summary: Your group arrives at the CDC and things don't go exactly as planned. Daryl seems to regret the words he’s said.

Warnings: alcohol use, characther death, dead bodies

Autor's note: I really love this chapter 'cause Daryl and reader finally have their first honest moment together (even tho they're drunk lol). Also, I am so sorry for the long wait, school is really time consuming, but I hope you can unterstand. Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated and the support would really help me. Have fun reading <3

Chapter 4: Just for one moment

Your eyes followed Jim as the van started moving again, his body leaning against a tree with his eyes closed as he tried to fall asleep in peace. Your heart cracked a little more at the state he was in; his skin bright red and glowing, showing how much he must have been burning up from the inside, the droplets of sweat running down his face and neck only proving the point.

He refused to go any further with you and your group, his body hurting unbearably and the fear of putting just a single one of his people in danger because of his bite made him stay right there - beside the road - as the rest of you drove away.

Leaving him behind hurt you more than you'd like to admit, your hands grabbing the fabric of your dirty jeans harshly as you forced yourself to let him go. You hadn't known him for long - only four days - but he was kind - kind enough to let you stay with him and his friends even though none of them knew you.

With a heavy sigh leaving your lips, you sat down on your knees, still looking out the window and watching as the woods around you blurred when Dale sped up the van. It was quiet - awfully quiet - and the tension inside the moving vehicle was thick enough to cut with a knife, the loss of yet another member of the group affecting everybody.

"You okay?" Glenn whispered after a few more minutes of silence, trying to be as private as possible, though you were sure the others could hear him just fine.

You didn't react at first and Glenn thought that maybe you didn't even realise he was talking to you but then you turned your head, staring at him with an expression he could only describe as pained. You nodded slowly even though both of you knew it was a lie.

The asian boy bit his lip in concern, not sure if he should just drop it, "You sure?" He whispered again after a moment, deciding to ask you a second time.

And as if that one simple question was enough to hurt you, your facade crumbled, the blank expression you had on your face molded into a quivering lip and furrowed eyebrows. Before you could do anything to stop it, your throat clenched tightly as a sob broke through. It was too much for you. Death and blood was all you could see in that moment - three people in just one night; Amy, Jim, and your mother. Deep down you'd always known that she'd leave someday, sooner ot later. It wasn't supposed to be this soon though.

Gleen's eyebrows shot up in shock when he heard your cries, looking around and seeing everyone's eyes directed on your tiny figure. He hesitated for a second before he reached out his arm, wrapping it around your shoulder and pulling you into his side carefully, trying to give you a small piece of comfort. Though it only made you cry harder. Your nails were digging into your palms, your body tensing as you wished to be somewhere else - alone.

Andrea placed one of her hands over yours, squeezing it softly and telling you silently that she understood your pain. You didn't look at her but you were thankful.

A few hours later, the van stopped in front of a road blockade. Glenn stood up, forcing you to lift your head off of his chest as you got back on your feet as well, following him out of the vehicle. Your arm flew over your face - covering your mouth and nose - as soon as you stepped outside, the corpses on the street making the air smell way too bad.

The group stumbled over the dead bodies, Shane and Rick leading all of you to the huge, white building with their guns raised, ready to shoot if something was to attack them.

"Keep moving, come on," Rick said, looking behind him to make sure everybody was following along.

Shane tried to pull up the shutters while Rick banged on them, trying to get inside or to make whoever was living in that building realise you were there. Though nobody showed a sign of letting you all in and you figured the CDC was empty.

You jumped when Daryl started yelling all of a sudden, raising his crossbow, "Walkers!"

Before you could even react on your own, Glenn grabbed your shoulder, forcing to to hide behind him, shotgun in hand and ready to shoot, "Stay there, okay?" He looked at you with a worried yet serious expression, "Right behind me, you understand?"

You nodded in agreement. Not only because you trusted him but also beause you didn't have any kind of weapon with you, making it quite impossible for you to protect yourself.

Everybody was tense and disappointed, the hope of getting help - maybe even some kind of cure - gone. Just gone. Shane was trying to think of another plan - another place for you to go - while Rick didn't want to accept your defeat.

"You're killing us! You're killing us!" He screamed repeatedly as he continued to bang on the shutters. And it was honestly starting to scare you, the noise attracting even more walkers, Daryl taking care of them.

"There's no one there!" Shane yelled and grabbed Rick roughly by the collar of his sheriff uniform, pulling him away and forcing him to come with the rest of the group.

And just then, the shutters opened, a bright light making you wince and cover your eyes.

Everybody's movements paused, looking at the now open building in shock - almost disbelief. Someone was there. A doctor. Alive. Your mouth dropped slightly as you realised there was still a chance. Hope.

"Come on," Glenn whispered to you, following Rick and Shane inside in small, carful steps.

The inside was - you didn't even know how to describe it - but you guessed beautiful was an accurate word. Clean. It looked almost innocent - as if everything was still normal.

"Hello?" Rick called out.

The clicking sound of a gun was heard, "Anybody infected?" A blonde, old looking man made his way towards you, keeping his gun raised.

Rick swallowed loudly, "One of our group was," he lowered his head, "He didn't make it."

The mention of Jim made another frown appear on your face, thinking that if the doctor in front of you had any kind of medicine to stop the infection, Jim wouldn't be able to recieve it anymore.

"Why are you here? What do you want?" The man asked so quickly you almost couldn't understand his words.

"A chance," you spoke up when nobody knew what to say, "We want a chance."

The man's eyes drifted towards you, noticing you for the first time. He seemed to think about your words before he eventually agreed, "You all submit to a blood test."

Later that night, Jenner let you all have dinner with him and to say you were fascinated by the dishes on the table would be an understatement. Real food, right in front of you, something you all hadn't seen in weeks. It made you crack a tiny smile, being beyond grateful for the doctor's hospitality.

"You know, in Italy, children have a little bit of wine with dinner," Dale laughed as he filled Lori's glass with the red substance, "And in France."

Lori shook her head and covered Carl's glass with her hand, taking a sip of her wine, "Well, and when Carl is in Italy or France, he can have some."

The group laughed again and everyone seemed to be in a good mood for once, wearing big smiles and grins on their faces. And even though you were still really sad about your recent loss, you managed to have a good time, laughing when Carl was allowed to taste a tiny sip, watching as he swallowed it with a grimace, an 'ewww' leaving his lips.

"Now ya, (y/n)," Daryl's voice surprised you, "I wanna see how red yer face can get," He walked towards you with a wine bottle in his left hand and, surprisingly, with his lips formed in a teasing smile. You didn't think you would ever get to see Daryl smile. Acutally smile.

"Oh no, no no," you shook your head and waved your hands around, but it was no use, he was already filling your glass up, not even giving you time to take it yourself. Instead, he took it with one hand, the other grabbing the back of your head as he brought the glass up to your lips, making you drink a bit of it.

"Here, easy, girl," he said as he put the glass on the table, the group laughing once again when they saw your pursed lips, the red liquid running down the corners of your mouth.

"You got a little something on your face," Glenn teased as you swallowed and used your arm to clean your chin.

"Ha ha," you poked your tongue at him before chuckling as well, then looking at Daryl, who was still grinning.

If a little bit of alcohol gets him like this, I'll have to get him drunk more often, you thought. It was nice to see him in a better mood, less serious and guarded. And if you were being as open as you could be; the dimples that formed when he smiled looked quite pretty on him. You have had thoughts like that before - about him - but you chose to ignore them whenever they came up at night, knowing it was for the better, wanting to protect your heart from any more pain. And even though it might sound harsh; Daryl wasn't really the type of man your mother would have approved of.

After dinner, Jenner showed you the rooms your group could stay in. 6. Exactly 6 rooms - which of course wasn't enough for everybody to have their own, so the rooms had to get shared. Rick with Lori and Carl, Dale with Andrea, Carol with Sophia, T-Dog with Jacqui, and Shane with Glenn, leaving you with Daryl.

Glenn gave you an apologetic look as he walked off with Shane, making you pout like a little child. You were hoping to share a room with him since he was the closest to you out of the group. You were also quite drunk after Daryl had poured you another glass, and staying with said man - who apparently only liked you when he was inebriated - was making you a little too nervous.

He swung his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into him with a rather rough motion which made you yelp in surprise, "Come on, girl," he slurred his words and you were honsetly a little scared he wouldn't even remember the night the next morning, "Let's get us to bed," he started walking the both of you into the room, closing the door with his foot, almost slamming it shut, the loud noise ringing through the hallway.

"I can take the floor," you said, looking at the single bed - blanket folded neatly on top of it - and untangling his arm from around your neck. You waited a few seconds but when you didn't get an answer, you looked into his direction.

Big mistake.

"Daryl!" you exclaimed, averting your eyes as quickly as they had found him, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Gonna take a shower," he mumbled and eyed you a little confused once he had the buttons off his shirt open, his chest still covered though, "Wha', barbie? Never seen skin 'fore?" He walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

You scoffed at his words, rolling your eyes and plopping down on the bed, waiting for Daryl to finish his shower so you could wash yourself as well. Again, something you all hadn't done in weeks. You took the time alone to sober up a little bit, your brain becoming only the tiniest bit clearer.

You were hoping your group could stay here on long terms. Doctor Jenner didn't tell you how long your group was allowed to be there, but if everything turned out to be as good as it seemed, you really thought your group had a chance of actually living at the CDC. If Jenner let you, that is. You would be safe, the shutters making sure that no walker could ever get inside, enough food and water for at least a few months, and real beds to sleep on. Almost as normal as the life each of you had had before the apocalypse started. Almost.

"'M done," his gruff voice pulled you out of your thoughts, your eyes finding his frame, dressed into the same, dirty clothes with his hair wet and drops of water dripping down his forehead.

You nodded and stood up, rushing into the bathroom with quite a lot of eagerness, "You better didn't use up all the hot water," you spoke loud enough so he could hear you through the door. He didn't anwser.

You took your clothes off hastily and you couldn't help the loud sigh that left your lips when the dirty garments were finally not on your skin anymore. The thought of having to put them on again disgusted you. The cold air made goosebumps rise on your pale body so you finally stepped inside the shower and turned on the water. Your mouth opened in a silent moan once the warm substance hit you, your head dropping back, savoring the sensation you hadn't felt in so long.

The transparent liquid turned into a brownish colour as you rubbed your skin, getting weeks of dirt and the proof of basically living on the streets off of you. It was quite fascinating how something so normal - something people used to do on a daily basis - can become something so special once it gets taken away from them. And you were sure that if life would ever return to normal, you would appreciate every single meal, every single shower, and every single night you would get to sleep on a bed.

A few minutes later, you turned off the water, wishing you could stay inside the shower a little longer, but you didn't want to use too much of the doctor's water, so you stepped out with another sigh, shivering at the cold once again as your body had to get used to the air. You dried yourself with a towel before you put your clothes back on, taking a mental note to wash them as soon as possible.

The mirror on the wall showed you what you had been so scared of seeing and you really couldn't even recognise yourself anymore. You felt as if a completely different person - a stranger - was staring back at you. Your skin much paler than you had ever seen it before, cheekbones and jawline way more visible than they had been just a few weeks ago, eye bags decorating your face, and your hair was - even though you brushed it as often as possible - tangled.

The sight made you frown visibly. Who even were you anymore?

You didn't want to have to see your reflection any longer so you left the bathroom in a hurry. Though, you stopped in your tracks when you saw Daryl lying on the floor right next to the bed. His body was slightly curled up and he didn't move so you guessed he was already asleep. You didn't miss the fact that he purposely left the bed to you, though, you didn't know if that made you feel happy or frustrated. You didn't want him to sleep on the floor because of you and, really, you would have been fine with taking the hard surface. And if he would have been awake you certainly would have argued with him, but he wasn't and you didn't want to wake him up. He didn't seem to sleep that much as it was so you climbed into bed as silently as possible, not wanting to make too much noise.

"Didn' mean it," you had just laid down when his voice rang through the room in a quiet whisper, making you turn your head to look into his direction, even though you couldn't properly see him from where you were laying.

"What do you mean?" You asked him, not knowing what he was talking about.

It was quiet fot a few seconds and you were sure that he really had fallen asleep this time but then he spoke up again, "What I said," he started, "At the camp. 'Bout y'all deservin' what happened. Didn' mean it."

You thought about his words and realised that this was probably his was of saying sorry. You didn’t think he would even try to apologise but there he was, telling you he didn't mean what he had said. And maybe he didn't notice, but the small smile on your face showed how much that meant to you. You hoped he would be just as nice to you when he was fully sober, but a part of you was sure he wouldn't be. Still, the fact that he cared about what you thought was enough for you in that moment.

"I know."

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evilrobotdog · 1 year

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Walking Dead characters as warrior cats to make my old middle school self happy... If people like these I’ll make more. Feel free to request characters even haha

BTW im only on s5 right now

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carylspookie · 2 months

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just carol being cute/smiling 🥹

#carol peletier #carol twd #melissa mcbride #melissa mcbride is so beautiful #the walking dead #my gifs #i love her so much #she's so babygirl

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pumpkinsong42 · 19 days

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Wolf in sheep’s clothing 🐑

#my art #fanart #carol #twd #the walking dead #carol twd #digital art #digital illustration #digital drawing #artists on tumblr #digital commissions open #i love her so much #tw blood

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bananafire11 · 5 months

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Daryl doodles and a rare caryl thing :]

#it is 4am oh my gosh what am i doing #daryl doodles #daryl dixon #twd #daryl twd #the walking dead #carol peletier #carol twd #caryl #twd daryl

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moonxnite · 1 year

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How twd hunts would be if I were there:

Credits: Me

Music: Crushcrushcrush by Coco and Clair Clair

Photo background: LittleBeaDesigns & Picsart

Scenepack: MAD MAN on yt

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konigsstuff · 8 months

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Daryl Dixon x Y/N (s/o,reader) Headcanon

Author's note: How he confesses his feelings to you and you reciprocate. He thought about how to say it, and the circumstances of it.

Thank you so much for the likes, reblogs and comments/requests too! (≧▽≦)

(There may be grammatical errors in the text, exuse me!)

: ̗̀➛ DARYL

He's been thinking a lot about how to tell you that he feels more than just a friend for you.

For some time now, several people from the team have noticed that he behaves differently when you are with him. He is usually much more nervous or very inattentive.

Carol was the first to notice this. A few days later, he asked Daryl why he was so careless and pretending not to care about anything.

He openly avoided Carol's questions and arranged a: ,,Leave me alone!"

Apparently he thought that he could solve everything by himself, he didn't need help in this? He's the man isn't he?

A week later you went hunting because the team had to eat something, Daryl decided to come with you. He thought this might be the right time to tell you his feelings.

When you arrived towards the end of the hunt, it slowly started to get dark.

,,Hey y/n! We should talk." -You turned around and walked over to him, wondering why he's so suddenly.

,,You know, I'm not really good at things like that, but...I think I love you." he said a little confused and nervous.

You were a little shocked for a moment that he said that because he usually doesn't get emotional or anything like that.

He glances at you but avoids eye contact. ,,Listen Daryl, I like you too." He looked into your eyes and smiled with relief.

He thought that you would reject him or hate him because of it and that was probably what he feared the most about this.

He moved closer and searched your eyes to figure out that you wanted what he wanted.

Finally he decided to eliminate this small distance and he touched his lips with yours and you kissed him softly, not wanting to rush it.

Due to the lack of air, you separated from each other, a pale blush appeared on both of your faces due to the former.

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archerwithangelwings · 1 year

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The Walking Dead season 2 portraits

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sneerymcbride · 7 months

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co-lead, executive producer, director creator Melissa fucking McBride. SHE DESERVES EVERYTHING

#carol peletier #melissa mcbride #the walking dead #caryl #twd carol #caryl spinoff #amc twd #carol twd #the book of carol

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xplrandgoodomensfan · 4 months

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Ezekeiel and Daryl

I feel like people just forgot that Ezekeiel found Daryl as competition it really makes me wonder how often Carol talked about him in the 6 years he was out in the forest (and when Ezekeiel asked Daryl to stay at the Kingdom Carol definitely told him to ask Daryl you can tell from the little good she says after he said he would think about it)

#caryl #the walking dead #twd #daryl twd #carol peletier #daryl dixon #carol twd

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zombiewhor3 · 1 year

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BABY FEVER

daryl dixon x fem reader

short little draft story cause i need something to post.

WARNINGS: mentions of pregnancy, implications of parent death (lori), season 3 era, soft daryl, reader with baby fever,

y/n watched as Daryl held judith, she smiled softly looking down at her own stomach, she liked the idea of having a family, well before flesh eating monsters roamed everywhere.

She had thought about it now though, watching him rock the baby so gently in his arms as he fed her a bottle had set a sense of warmth throughout her body, she watched Daryl take a seat down on one of the cafeteria tables smiling and listening to Judith as she babbled.

Maggie could see her staring, "you got baby fever don't you?" she asked with a slight chuckle feeling y/n nudge her with her elbow,

"just watching Daryl hold her is just something you know?" y/n spoke swaying her feet against the floor watching her boots against the concrete of the prison floor, "you should tell him" Maggie spoke watching as she shook her head softly.

"i can't i know he'll be a good dad but what if it doesn't go right i couldn't see you guys losing me" y/n spoke with a pout watching as her boyfriend rocked the baby,

Maggie reached out to hold her hand rubbing it softly, "we won't lose you y/n we'll do everything we can to keep you and a little one healthy" maggie assured watching y/n smile looking back at Daryl.

Once the baby had been fed and rocked asleep by Daryl, beth gently took her from his hands so she could lay her down for a much needed nap, Daryl could notice y/n's smile as she yanked him into their cell.

"why are you so damn happy?" he asked with a furrow of his brow, her hands rested around the back of his neck while his hands held gently onto her waist.

"i was thinking and call me crazy dar but what about a little dixon running around the place?" she asked nervously with a small bite on her lip, she watched him laugh softly.

"you wanna baby huh?" he asked rubbing her cheek softly,

"yes! you're so good with judith i just wanna see that more and i can have the baby here with hershel and you can name him whatever you want!" she exclaimed watching him smile wide,

"i can even name him even smaller ass kicker" he joked back, "anything but that daryl" she smiled feeling him sway her hips,

"god could you imagine waking up in the middle of the night to change diapers" she asked with a smile leaning into him,

"oh god and could you imagine feeding a little fella like me" he spoke with a smile practically feeling her gush against him,

"then it's settled we'll start our baby making tonight!" he remarked planting a soft kiss against her cheek.

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redcoralpot · 1 year

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Acula! - Daryl Dixon x M! Reader

Word count: 4.6K

Status: Request

I gave up near the end lol 😵‍💫 As always, English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes <33

Your pen softly glided over the paper on your desk, complimenting the constant tics of a clock. The house was peaceful and undisturbed.

However, something seemed to put you on edge. It was just a feeling, everything was painstakingly ordinary. Nothing lately stood out to you; nothing served as the inspiration you craved so desperately. Groaning, you put your pen aside. The paper in front of you held no leads or meaning. Mindless scribbles, for lack of better words.

Idly, your mind wandered to Otis. The man had yet to return from his hunting trip, which was unusual. That had to be the most interesting thing to happen since the outbreak and must be why you were feeling so irritable. Nonetheless, you were sure the man was completely fine.

The pit in your stomach didn’t agree. In fact, it only got larger as the faint sound of shouting caught your attention. Crumpling the paper, you practically tripped over yourself sprinting outside.

The very first thing that caught your eye was the color red. A lot of it. Soaking the stranger’s shirt, soaking the child in the stranger’s arms, and dripping onto the dirt under their feet. The shouting melted into patchy warbling and you could barely feel it when a body roughly pushed itself past you to take a firm hold on the child.

That body was none other than Hershel’s, and just as quickly, the world sped up again. You followed the stranger and your panicking family back inside, instinctively following every order your father barked out. Rushing to get water from the farm well, you almost missed Otis stumbling his way into the house.

Back and forth, back and forth until you could see the sun starting to set. Your muscles ache and your ears ring as you finally allow yourself to sit down. It wasn’t over yet.

“You shot him?”

“I was trackin’ a deer and the bullet went straight through it! I hadn’t even seen the boy until he was on the floor!” Otis exclaimed defensively.

The room exploded into hushed chatter and your temples throbbed in response. The original two men that had carried the injured child to the farm property were supposedly part of a bigger group and Maggie had been sent to retrieve one of them. From what you could see now, she had brought back the mother of the kid.

Said mother took a threatening step towards Otis, “You’re an idiot—!”

Hershel stepped in between them, promptly breaking up the scrabble, giving a stern glance. Instead of staying inside the crowded room any longer, you decided to step out to make your way back to your room. The commotion was quickly making you feel trapped and unable to breathe. Here, you could still hear the louder comments, just muffled. You couldn’t help anyone while this anxious, even though you wanted to.

When morning comes, you’ll surely give Otis a good talk with Hershel.

Silently, you massaged your palms. You could still feel the imprint of the bucket handle on one. That is when you were hit with what you were doing. What did you mean, not being able to help right now? You could help just fine!

Marching outside with your bucket in hand, you were fueled by confidence. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught movement in the distance, probably some birds. You were going to bring back plenty of water for the new patients.

You knew that there was more to the strangers’ group and wondered when they would arrive. If at all, but you knew Maggie had alerted them. Why would they abandon their teammates with total strangers? Would they be aggressive?

Finding comfort in the distracting sting of your raw hands, you headed back once again with another bucket of water. The farm’s blue car was gone and you were met only with solemn faces.

“What’d I miss?” You pant, placing the bucket by the shaking father’s feet.

Hershel made a slight gesture towards the small body on the bed, “We lack the needed medical supplies for the surgery this young boy needs.”

You could hear Patricia let out a sob in the hallway.

“Otis and Mr. Walsh bravely volunteered to retrieve them,” He continued, “at the high school.”

Your eyes flicked back to the shaking father, “Huh, when’ll they be back?”

“Hopefully in the next two hours, we can’t afford to wait any longer than that.”

“Will the kid be okay if you don’t get the supplies and still go through with the surgery?”

The looming silence was an answer enough. Otis and the other man had yet to return and the pit in your stomach had yet to leave. The boy on the bed was ghostly pale; you could see the sheen of sweat coating his skin from where you crouched. The scent of sorrow clung thickly to everyone in the room and you wondered if it would ever leave. All anyone here could do was wait.

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The ticking of the clock became absolutely unbearable. Otis and Mr. Walsh had yet to return, and you knew time was running faster than them.

The father of the child, who’s name you learned was Rick, could barely stand. That certainly didn’t deter him from trying to follow the volunteers to the highschool multiple times. Hershel and the man’s wife, Lori, had to remind him several times that he just gave up dangerous levels of blood and that he would faint before he could even get out the door.

You could understand his desperation. The boy’s face was somehow even paler than before and you could tell that if the volunteers didn’t turn up soon, he would slip away. You half-expected to see the grim reaper tonight.

Just as you were about to give up hope, you picked up the faint sound of an engine. Everyone was on their feet in an instant, scrambling to see the volunteers. Only the man you assumed was Mr. Walsh stepped out of the car.

Hershel gave him a concerned look, “Where’s Otis?”

Mr. Walsh hesitated, looking a little sick, “Otis didn’t make it.”

Even with only a few seconds of silence, you could feel the sorrowful energy deepen tremendously.

“Should we tell Patricia?” you mumbled.

“Not yet,” Hershel grunted, “we need everyone on-hand for the surgery. It can wait.”

Mr. Walsh nodded hurriedly, pushing past everyone else. The rest followed, running about in preparation. You massaged your hands and headed out with your bucket.

That way, you couldn’t hear the screams coming from that poor child. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Regardless of your efforts, the surgery went on for what felt like hours. The child lost even more blood, but in the end it was successful. You were glad, however your heart proved heavy when you heard Patricia’s shaking sobs in another room.

You felt horribly guilty as you plopped down on your bed. Maybe if you had gone as well, Otis would still be alive. Glancing at the long forgotten paper, you couldn’t help but think about the new bald spot on Mr. Walsh’s hair.

You got up early the next day and wandered into the kitchen. Today would be Otis’ funeral, you knew. He had died honorably, always a kind soul. The pit in your stomach deepened at the thought of it again. Something just didn’t feel right about it, but you had no reason to think so. It had to be your nerves from last night, right? Yeah.

Heavy footsteps approached, ones you certainly didn’t recognize. Your hand flew to the knife in your pocket and you turned your head towards the kitchen’s door. A tanned, large hand came first. A muscular arm came next, followed by a grouchy face.

For a few moments, neither of you moved. As you were studying him, he was studying you. The man was tall, taller than you, if only slightly. Stronger than you, maybe. You could see the exact moment when his eyes landed on where your hand was hovering and his jaw visibly clenched.

So, that moment passed, and you both blurted out, “Who the fuck are you?”

“I live here,” you hissed.

He scoffed, “Didn’t answer my question.”

You dropped your hand in favor of standing up, “Just a resident. Rick’s group, right?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I haven’t had a chance to meet most of you.”

Cracking your knuckles, you held your left hand out. The redneck stared at it blankly for a moment before his expression cleared. Roughly, he grabbed your hand and shook it. His skin was unsurprisingly tough and dry.

“The name’s Daryl,” he finally supplied.

You gave a firm nod, “I like that name.”

Both hands dropped and you shrugged, “Well, it was nice meeting you. My rest time’s up.”

You lightly kicked your chair back in position, sauntering out the second door. It was fair to say you left an impression, as you could feel a gaze burning the back of your neck.

You joined Maggie near the chicken coop and snatched a nearby basket. Hearing you come in, she turned towards you.

“‘Morning,” she murmured.

“G’morning,” you replied, “I met one of the newcomers.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Which one?”

“Tall, grouchy, and a redneck? Said his name was Daryl?”

“I think I saw him last night, he didn’t seem friendly.”

“Do you trust him?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

You bit your cheek, “I’ll keep an eye on him.”

“You’ve only met him, right?” Maggie guessed.

You nodded. Maggie rubbed an egg with her thumb, a thoughtful expression on her face.

She finally released, “It’d help us all if everyone met officially before the funeral.”

“I suppose,” you shrugged.

You both stepped out of the coop with full baskets, making your way back into the house. Everyone was awake now, with the exception of Carl. Despite that, the farm was seized by silence. Daryl was sitting with others of his group, more notably Mr. Walsh.

However, there was something different about Mr. Walsh this morning. It was one of the first things you noticed walking in. All of his hair had been messily shaved off and the hairless style was made complete with a baseball cap. Strange, wasn’t it?

Maggie made a point to sit down in a chair and you decided to do the same. There were several new, grim faces in the room.

You decided to speak up first, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet all of you.”

The room was silent except for a few hums of agreement, and you cleared your throat, “I’ve heard a few things about you, all good.”

Mr. Walsh stood up first, reaching out a hand, “Shane Walsh.”

You stood up and shaked his hand with a tight smile. This man made your stomach flip with sick anxiety. The awkward introductions continued until no one was left unknown, and Hershel made a point to sweep into the room at that moment.

“Gather outside,” he gruffly ordered.

The world outside was a direct contrast to the mood of the people living in it. Sunlight filtered a cheery green through the leaves of a residing tree and the temperature was slowly rising. A cart full of stones was set down by a few of the other refugees.

Everyone gathered into a half circle, leaving Hershel to stand in front of them. Bible in hand, he cleared his throat.

“Blessed be God. A dear friend of ours has passed with honor and bravery. He was kind, loyal, and generous to the end. Otis sacrificed his life for a younger one; may he rest in God’s hands with great dignity. He died as he lived, in grace.

Shane, will you speak for Otis?”

The group all had placed a few stones on Otis’ gravesite. Everyone except for Shane.

“I’m not very good at these types of things,” he mentioned when Hershel approached him.

“You were with him in his final moments,” Patricia sobbed.

Shane sighed, seeing no way out of this. His eyes seemed panicked.

His voice was scratchy as he spoke, “We were about done, running out of ammo. I was limping, it was bad. It was a mighty sacrifice he made, and it wasn’t in vain.”

You could see Patricia’s bottom lip tremble from your spot beside Maggie, the lack of noise making the wound deeper. Softly glancing around, you could see a similar look of distant horror on the faces of everyone around you. Shane limped towards the makeshift grave, placing the final stone on top.

“He saved us both,” Shane finished.

Patricia nodded, her face red with held-in tears.

The farm’s residents were still in mourning, but you were rather curious about the newcomers. The day had swung in with boiling heat, and some of the new men were gathered around a map outside. Everyone else stayed inside. You joined their group, staring questionably at the piece of paper they were studying.

You frowned, “What’s this about?”

“Lil’ missing girl, Sophia,” one of them murmured.

Rick pointed to an area on the map, “She could’ve gone down here.”

“I’ll help search,” you added, “if you need me.”

You could feel eyes on you, but yours stayed locked on the map, “Are we going in pairs?”

“I’m sure Daryl wouldn’t mind you helping him, right?” Rick gave a stern look to the rugged man beside him.

Daryl clicked his tongue, begrudgingly throwing out a rough, “Yeah, yeah.”

You grinned, “Great! Now, where were we?”

When everything was planned, you downed a glass of water and headed out with Daryl. The walk across the field was awkwardly silent, and neither of you seemed to trust the other. You didn’t know much of what to expect from him.

There was a shuffling noise as he hoisted his crossbow over his shoulder. The afternoon sun made you both glisten with sweat and you stole small glances at the other as you walked.

You had gotten so used to the silence that you practically jumped out of your skin when he suddenly said, “So, are ya just gonna keep starin’ at me or what?”

Your throat suddenly felt dry, “What of it? I haven’t seen a person like you in a while.”

“A person like me, huh?”

“A guy with your style, not since before the breakout.” You gestured towards him with your hands.

“Huh,” is all that Daryl offered in response.

While you didn’t discover anything related to the missing girl, you did find out more about the past strangers. You were still wary of them, as they were to you, but you could find yourself drawn to them more everyday. Carol was the mother of Sophia and she was getting more restless as time went on.

You could understand, as you were as well. You had never even met this girl, but you were sparing time every night to pray for her safe return. Carl, on the other hand, was up and running again. He was a curious little boy, very interested in the world around him.

When you and the other men were planning another search round, Carl had been listening intently. However, the boy was strictly prohibited from tagging along or using guns.

You got on one knee, facing him, “Don’t worry about it, we’ll bring your friend back safe and sound.”

Out of the corner of your eye, could you see Daryl nod and Shane scoff. Though, your reassurances seemed to convince Carl for the time being, and he ran off. You exhaled, standing up again.

“I’ll be taking a nap,” you stated.

With that, you started on your journey back to the house, rubbing your temples. The heat was not helping the cause. You collapsed on the bed, thinking about how much Shane annoyed you.

You tossed and turned, but to no avail. The weight of Sophia was heavy on your mind, preventing you from sleeping. You didn’t know how long it had been since you’d first laid down, but it was still light outside. You kicked off the covers and stretched, buttoning up your shirt and shoes. Making your way back outside, the previous group of men had dispersed. They were sprinkled around the property, from what you could tell. Only Daryl was nowhere to be found.

“Hey, Carol,” you called, jogging over to where she was sitting under a tree, “where’s Daryl?”

“Daryl? I saw him taking one of Hershel’s horses to start another search,” she said.

“Alone?”

“I didn’t see anyone else with him, no.”

“Shit,” you gasp.

“Did something happen?” Carol’s voice tipped up in concern.

“Nothing that I know of, but it’s fucking dangerous for him to do that alone!”

Did he have a death wish? You knew he was reckless, but damn did it seem like it. Without giving Carol time to answer, you start sprinting towards the forest. It was where the group was planning to search earlier, you remember. Leaves and thin branches whipped your skin as you ran further inside.

You stopped abruptly. Flashes of white danced a few feet away, forming into a very panicked and very big horse. A panicked horse with an empty saddle. The saddle had embroidery on it, specifically the type you recognized to be on all of the farm’s saddles.

Slowly approaching it, you took a hold on its reins. You spent a few slow minutes attempting to calm it down, eventually succeeding in what felt like forever. Taking out a rope, you tied the horse to a thick tree. You cracked your knuckles and stepped back. What did you see Daryl doing when you were running searches together?

That’s right! You squatted, reviewing your surroundings. The wildlife seemed to have been demolished by something, definitely not small. The trail leads to a steep slope downwards, a trail of equally squashed plants following it.

You huffed, grinning, “I’ve got you now, Daryl.”

Carefully, you slid down the hill, keeping your eyes on the trail. A creek was rapidly approaching, and you tumbled out onto the shore. To your surprise, Daryl was nowhere to be found. Instead, you found disturbed dirt, blood, and fallen zombies.

Where the zombies’ ears should be, ripped flesh and blood was smeared. They had suffered head injuries and showed no signs of getting up again. You glanced around, your hand instinctively gripping your knife.

“What the fuck?” you whispered.

Whoever had done this had struggled. The sand was thrashed around and the trail of smashed plants continued forwards. Carefully stepping around the zombies, you went on your way, faster. This seemed like Daryl’s doing, and even if it wasn’t, he could be in serious danger.

You yelled, “Daryl?”

You never expected a response and none ever came. Except you thought you heard a quiet groan. Stopping your rampage, you silenced your breathing and stood still. Could it be a zombie? Daryl? Daryl as a zombie?

Nothing attacked you, but you heard another groan, this time louder. You creeped forward, pushing past a bush. Bruised, dirty, and tanned skin came into view and you almost fainted in relief. The man was mumbling quiet nonsense; the only thing you could catch was a name. Merle.

Now that you had a better view of him, you could see that he was making a struggling attempt to climb up the hill. He had only made it halfway up by the time you found him, it seems. Sighing, you put a firm foot down and started to climb after him. Since you weren’t in an injured daze, you caught up with him in a matter of minutes, putting a steadying hand on his shoulder.

Daryl flinched, his face whipping to look at you. Though, his eyes didn’t see you. They were distant and glazed over, surely a fever. You circled an arm around his waist, pulling him up with you as you climbed.

“Merle?” Daryl squinted at you.

Who was Merle? A friend? This person wasn’t in his group, you knew. Well, that was something to ponder over later. For now, Daryl needed you. The man was starting to struggle in your arms, albeit weakly. It was slowing you down.

“Let me go, I ain’t a sissy,” he spit, “I don’t need your help!”

That only made you grip him tighter. In one final push, you hoisted him over the edge and struggled onto it yourself. Holy shit, you’d be sore in the morning. Chest heaving, you peered over to Daryl. He was sluggishly trying to get up, and there were weird shapes on his usual necklace. Squinting, you could make out that they were ears.

So that’s where they went. Huh.

Reaching out, you tugged the necklace off and threw it in the woods for the wildlife to eat away. Next, you grabbed him and leaned most of his body weight on you. Now, you are ready to resume the mission. Dragging him up, you walked one step at a time. One arm of his was thrown over your shoulder, and the other was grasping his side. To no avail, however, you could see crimson blood dripping from in between his fingers. The smell was even stronger.

“Stop fucking yourself over, Dixon,” you gasp.

With sticks cracking under your feet, the two of you manage to stumble out of the forest and into the clearing. Without the trees blocking it, the fresh wind blew in your face and the smell of sweat almost went away with it. Almost.

The sun beat down on your figures and that made those desert scenes in movies seem like child’s play. It was bright, blinding you to the point that you could only see the silhouette of the house. So much so that you couldn’t see the gun pointed at you from across the field.

You could make out shouting and a small group running towards you. To help, you hoped. You could only carry the other for so long. They got closer and you recognized the three men. They were all part of Daryl’s group; Rick, T-Dog, and Shane. All wore worried expressions and reached out to lend a hand.

That is, before a loud shot was the only warning you got before a weight was pulling you backwards and onto the hard ground. You could hear a shout of pain escape the man you were still holding onto.

“What the fuck,” someone hissed, and your world collapsed into chaos again.

Rough hands pulled you up, “Get up, man!”

The same hands, belonging to T-Dog, supported you. Quickly getting your bearings, you whipped around to check on Daryl. Rick and Shane were dragging him ahead of you, yelling for the shooter to stand down. That there were no walkers around, as they liked to call them. T-Dog dropped his hands and ran off after them, leaving you to stumble behind.

Your foot tapped angrily on the floor, “What do you mean, she thought we were one of those things?”

“I know, but she was on orders not to shoot. We have absolutely no intentions to harm you, you have my word,” Rick sighed.

“So she almost killed not only Daryl, but me, ‘cause she wanted to make a point?”

The leader’s face turned grim and you rubbed your temples. Standing up, you sulked towards the tent where Daryl was staying while he healed. He deserved an apology from you. You tapped the flap over the entrance lightly to let him know you were coming in. Sliding your body in, you were met with an unimpressed expression.

“Hey,” you murmured, “how’s it going?”

He grunted, “What d’ya think?”

“Yeah, I get it. Look, I’m sorry for what happened.”

“It ain’t your fault I got shot.”

“I didn’t go with you.”

“And I didn’t wait for you, so it ain’t your fault.”

You huffed, you weren’t there to argue, “Alright, you win. Are you feeling any better, at least?”

“A bit.”

“I’m glad.”

He didn’t respond and an awkward silence ensued. Finally, to cut that in half, you asked about something that has been stuck in your mind ever since you found him.

“You know, you were hallucinating badly when I found you.”

“Yeah? What ‘bout it?”

“You mentioned someone named Merle. Who’s that?”

“Just someone. Not important.”

Seeing his unwillingness, you decided it wasn’t good to push, “Alright.”

Carefully, you took the gift you brought for him out of your pocket. Nothing fancy, just a simple compass. You set it down near where his hands rested, letting a small smile take over your face.

“I hope you feel better soon.”

With that, you left, before Daryl could say anything in response. You knew he was a tracker, therefore the gift was practically useless, but gifts can be more than usefulness. Spending time in his company made your mood instantly brighten despite the other’s closed-off attitude. Even Maggie stopped what she was doing to ask what made you so cheery right after almost getting shot in the head.

You shrugged and continued on your way.

Sophia was dead. Well, it’s complicated. That little girl everyone had been searching for had been turned into one of those sick people. Or as the outsiders called them, walkers.

Your ears rang as you took in the scene before you. The bodies of the walkers were practically piled on top of one another, unmoving. The little girl had been the last to come out, stumbling with a nasty bite on the shoulder. Even from your spot, you could see Rick’s arms shake as he stared at the bloody body lying in front of him. The only thing you could hear were soft pants and weeping.

You sprinted over to Carol, one of the perpetrators, kneeling beside her. You didn’t need to see the face that matched the arms holding her, you just wanted to focus on her. After all, Sophia’s death had to be the hardest on her. The woman was struggling to breathe through her sobs.

“Carol, you need to breathe,” you comment.

She responded, but only God could make out what she said. You took her hand, feeling the body above both of you start to crouch down. Glancing up, you could see that the eyes of the man were cloudy and distant. Such a look that you’ve never witnessed before on Daryl; it made you want to hold his hand too. You would need to check on him soon.

You gently rubbed Carol’s knuckles as she shook her head, “I understand, but it’s important to breathe.

Do it with me— inhale, 1, 2, 3, exhale, 1, 2, 3!”

As you hoped, Carol followed. When the occasional sob broke the pattern, you would pause to offer reassuring touches on her hand before continuing. She was doing well and you couldn’t be prouder.

Everyone else in the area blurred away; they weren’t important. Your heart was tight as you still knelt in the dirt, it was simply the three of you. The chest beside you was following just as much as the other, and the sound of breathing slowed time. It pitied the group.

Eventually, Carol calmed down enough to talk. You and Daryl watched reluctantly as Lori led her back to the house. After the two became but a speck, you turned to study the other man. His rigid figure mimicked you, still distant. Almost as if testing new waters, you reached out your own to grab his hand, finding the need to comfort him.

All at once, it seemed like his whole character was zapped into his existence. His eyes snapped into a wild light and he froze for a few little seconds. As soon as that passed, he hurriedly shook off your hand and stalked away, huffing. You chose to believe he could feel your eyes on his back.

“Hey, we need your help over here,” a voice called out.

Disturbing a strand of hair with a puff of air, you snapped your attention to the rest of the group. Daryl would have to wait. —

Pt 2 in the future??

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