#commonwealth rosita >>>>

[bananafire11]

Rosita appreciation post cuz I liked her a lot by the end of s11, ft. Daryl because i gotta include him in everything

#she was so badass #rosita espinosa #commonwealth rosita >>>> #rositas and daryls friendship during the commonwealth shit makes me happy #theyre gossip queens i just know it #both pretty too #daryl dixon #daryl twd #the walking dead #twd daryl #rosita twd #twd rosita #twd fanart #the walking dead fanart

[mymanreedus]

Daryl and Rosita have been exchanging “you believe this sh*t?” looks ever since they joined the Commonwealth.

#The Walking Dead #s11e14 #s11e10 #rosita espinosa #daryl dixon #twd humor #commonwealth

[breathlesspieceofdeath]

just finished the last chapter ever of the walking dead! i feel dead inside. got no tears left. can't stop sobbing nor shaking :3 brb gotta go kms

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd #twd daryl #rosita espinosa #or is espinoza?? #anyway #twd season 11 #s11e24 #carol twd #rick grimes #michonne #judith grimes #commonwealth #alexandria

[wibbley-wobble]

HOLY SHIT THEY MADE DARYL A PIG

#they did him and rosita so dirty Daryl Dixon would never join a police state #I mean I get why Daryl pre zombie was a redneck with no long term profession who sorta thrives in apocalyptic setting #but also daryl has experience with motorcycles & presumably automobiles. and the commonwealth has to have live stock but a Hunter would be #handy. like idk Daryl has potential not cop options. #rosita I don’t think mentions any career just how she learned from her boyfriends with specific skills. so her unemployed ass needed a job #& she’s basically military #I can’t actually imagine rick being one of the storm troopers despite being a cop #ricks bit is that he’s kind of a good person and being a small town sheriff/cop is tv code for being one of the good ones #wait also Daryl’s bit is that he’s kind of a good person!!! whatever cop Daryl is out of character. acab #not too far into s11 but I think it’s cute carol is still so inlove with a man that she’s doing a politician’s dirty work. slay! #carol Heisenberg AU #the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon #doing something crazy because I want the girlies to see this post and no one else knows how to tag in this fandom #twd daryl #daryl x reader #the walking dead season 11

[agentark]

I decided to rewatch the walking dead, just for something to do, and I've gotten to the latest season and episodes I haven't seen yet

I'm actually full on choked up about how much Daryl loves Judith and RJ

#it's fine if you unfollow me for being a daryl stan in 2022 i understand #but if i hold in how much i love how much he loves his kids #and how much they love uncle daryl #i will implode #you just know daryl is terrified of being a father figure but he loves those kiddos enough to take the role on anyway #he could've stayed in alexandria with them #with maggie and hershel and Lydia #but he wants those kids to have a safety and options #can you imagine being judith and RJ - your dad has been gone since you were born/as long as you can remember #and your mom has gone after him on a very shaky clue that he's out there #and you havent heard from her in weeks or months #im so glad uncle daryl and tía rosita are there for those kiddos #twd #twd spoilers #daryl #fuck the commonwealth though but that's another post

[xoxo-sarah]

Not Leaving

↝pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

↝warning:age gap ( not disclosed), angst, suggestive?? Not really, not proofread, Daryl's abandonment issues, reader has lived in the Commonwealth her whole life

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl Dixon, or any character from AMC's The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 1.2.24

It took a while for you two to actually consider what you have a “relationship”. You and Daryl began talking, sharing stories, and it turned into more. Sleepless night on the rooftop of his apartment building in the Commonwealth just chatting about anything and everything. He was a tough cookie to crack, but you did it. The way his eyes lit up when you brought up something he had talked about before, it always made your heart flutter. No one had ever made him feel this way. The feeling had Daryl a little on edge the first few times he was around you. He had never had time to feel before. He tried, but it didn't work out. He had time at the Commonwealth. He could walk around without the heavy feeling of having to look over his shoulder for walkers. Now he had to look for people who could switch on you any second. But he still had time to relax. And he didn't know if he enjoyed that or not, until he met you.

"Judith!" You yelled towards her room. The kids were running late for school and you woke up before Daryl. Usually, he'd leave you in bed when he helped the kids for school in the mornings. You'd come out of the room and tell the kids goodbye before they walked out the door, you and Daryl getting ready for "work". It still felt weird to have to get the kids ready for school instead of teaching them how to shoot and defend themselves against the dead.

Judith came running out of her room, hair brush in her hand as she slung her backpack against the kitchen table. "I fixed lunch for you two."you smiled. RJ grumbled in return, rubbing his eyes as he stood in the kitchen door, backpack hanging off his shoulder, zipper open.

You were quick to brush Judith's hair for her-with how long it was getting, while she ushered RJ over. Putting his lunch in his bag, fixing it on his shoulders, and zipping it all the way, she was proud of her work.

"It's raining." Daryl's morning voice grumbled, his eyes set on you and your own work. He went to the rack by the door, getting the kids' jackets.

RJ was leaning against the counter, eyes closed, tired body slightly swaying. "Here, buddy." Daryl kneeled, which wasn't the best idea. His knees popped as he sunk to the floor, helping the kid's arms into the jacket, zipping it up and putting the hood up. His knees popped again when he went to stand. You couldn't help but find it amusing.

Judith reached for her own jacket, putting it on as you put the hairbow in the end of the braid. "Lunch?" Daryl asked.

"Got it."

Daryl looked at you, "they brush their teeth?"

"Yep." Judith answered for you and slug her backpack over her shoulders.

"Homework?"

"She helped with it last night. Bye, love you!" Judith was walking out the door, waving while leading her sleepy brother out by her side. As the door closed, you huffed, leaning against the counter.

Daryl watched you for a while, not knowing what to say, until he opened his mouth. "They really like ya."

You look up at him, smiling. "I'm glad. They're good kids." You began walking over to him, putting your arms around his shoulders. "You did a good job with 'em."

On the outside, it was hard to see how much he was proud of those kids. It was especially hard to see how you and your praise affected him. It was scary sometimes.

It was a few days later, heavy rain beating down on the roof, boots soaked from walking from your own apartment all the way across the town to Daryl's. He hadn't talked to you- at all. If anything, he was ignoring you. While cleaning out walkers for Mercer, he didn't spare you a glance, buddying up with Rosita-who shot you a confused glance. The only other person who seemed to know what was going on was Carol. Who just so happened to open the door when you forcefully knocked against it. She was quick to cover up her surprise at your presence.

"Is Daryl home?"

"He's busy-"

"I need to talk to him." You weren't about to budge. You deserved an explanation.

"Daryl!" Judith yelled towards the room you and Daryl usually shared. Daryl poked him head out, spotting you.

Carol looked back at you, smiling and moving aside to let you in.

Daryl turned, a silent understanding for you to follow him.

"So," you pulled the dry shirt- that Daryl gave to you when you walked into his room, shirt soaked- closer to your body. "You're scared."

He huffed swaying as he looked at his feet.

It was a reasonable thing to be scared of, especially with everything that has happened to him so far.

"I'm not leaving," your voice was firm. "Not unless you give me a reason to." Daryl didn't spare a glance at you, counting the chips in the old wood that creaked under his weight. "Or you want me to."

"that's what they all say." You managed to barely hear his words with his mumbling.

Your heart squeezed in on itself. You having lived in the walls of the Commonwealth for almost all your life, you were sheltered. People who came into your life stayed until nature took its course or things took a quick turn in town. You still had friends who you smiled and laughed with, with years of friendship and knowledge of each other. You all were sheltered. That doesn't mean you don't have issues. Daryl didn't think about that. He was focusing on his own issues that made him feel unlovable.

He heard you walk over, standing right in front of him. For the first time since you stepped foot into his apartment, he looked up into your eyes. His eyes watched your lips mold into a saddened smile.

You lead him over to his bed that was held off the floor by wood pallets, your legs were crouching over his before he knew it, your hands dropping to his shoulders. A popping sound made you smile change to an amused one, instead of sad. "Sorry, old man. Forgot your knees are weak and fragile."

"aren' ya jus' hilarious."

After a moment of silence, you were back to being serious. "I'm here to stay. You're not getting rid of me that easily."

He nodded, not so scared that you leaving-that would shatter not only him, but the kids that grew so close to you- was not happening anytime soon.

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[danaredbeard]

The Ones Who Live - Season Two

synopsis (in my head)

8935% Speculation

Rick doesn’t want to see anybody.

He is cocooning with his family trying to get to know the children and reaquanted with Michonne. He has become a house husband cooking and walking his children to school.

The Brave Man is now the “I don't want to be bothered man”. All he wants to do with his second chance is to love on his wife who is pregnant and care for his children. Let someone else be the HERO.

The community may have fond feelings for him but what he remembers from his last days is that Carol abandoned him on the bridge project and Daryl and Maggie colluded behind his back to kill Negan...setting him on a course of being impaled by rebar.

Rick and Michonne welcome twin girls Sasha and Rosita true female warriors. He joins a “Daddy daycare” group with Eugene.

Morgan arrives (harbinger of change) and tells him about Texas. Still Rick doesn’t want to know.

Meanwhile, in the background we see that factions of the CRM are reforming. Rick and Michonne are starting to put the pieces together of how the CRM has been entwined in their lives since the Sanctuary.

Inciting Incident

They are attacked , my guess they are at the Commonwealth. Someone close to them dies... Ezkiel, Eugene, Morgan...

Aaron finally come cleans because the CRM has been dismanteled, that he Rick was right from the start. The big revelation is that Alexandria was a CRM outpost. When he found them in the barn he was looking for people to trade to the CRM for protection and supplies. That truck Rick and Daryl found was meant to exchange for the A’s Rick, Michonne and Daryl. The ones that Deanna wasn’t going to give jobs. They literally stamped an A on Rick’s hand.

However, I think that Aaron talked Deanna out of it because he saw and heard how they worked together to save themselves, and how they saved his boyfriend. Instead, Deanna decided to have Rick and Co teach them how to survive.

Over in CRM ville, Thorn didn't die she is now helping to achieve order... but she is over her head and calls Rick to help. Sumptin sumtin happens and she is really killed this time leaving Rick in charge of the CRM.

Michonne sends her people out to find the Caravan people with Elle. She offers them an opportunity to settle with them in Cascadia and Portland. Just in the nick of time because the megaherd has changed course and was headed directly towards them.

Flashback: Nat teaching the others how to make incindiaries

Rick reaches out to old aquaintences like Carol but warns her that there are spies amongst them and sends her on a quest to find Daryl and tell him about the worldwide network that still exists with the leftovers of the CRM. That he needs to shut it down in Europe. This is why Carol was so matter of fact on the phone with Daryl.

Flashbacks: The photo that Jadis took of Rick when she was holding him in his underwear in the container marked with an A is seen in the hands of Okafor. Okafor knew who Rick was before he arrived and that is why he picked him out from day one. I think Okafor had a profile of Rick starting with the Terminus people who also were going to trade Rick to the CRM. They had put him in the railroad carriage marked with an A and they had marked Father Gabriel church with an A. Three times Rick was marked with an A: Terminus, Alexandria and Jadis. Okafor has been seeing Rick's name come up for years so was shocked that he finally landed in his hands... and this is why Jadis was rapidly promoted.

The season is filled with these revelations and the biggest towards the end is that Negan was also part of the CRM. Rmember when he put an A on Daryl and that his whole set up was eeirly simialr to that of the CRM. He hid his base of operations. They had fuel outposts. Delineation between that As and Bs and one Commander. He was trying to get all of his "wives" pregnant. I was rewatching and Negan said he took it from some "military guy". The big giveaway is if Okafor had Deanna’s video of Rick… last seen in Negan’s hands.

I think the real reason Negan killed Simon was because he had killed all the CRM in Jadis's camp. The reason Jadis hamburgered them was because she was taking a stand against the CRM otherwise she could have easly called them to collect "fresh specimens".

This season is going to take on a whole new tone. There will not be one big baddie but several smaller fires that need to be put out. Perhaps Beale's son could be seen as the Big Baddie but that is so "expected" that I think it will not happen. What I think will happen is a several groups acting independently which increases the stakes substantially, because it is no longer about getting rid of one person, cutting the head off of the snake.

They also have to deal with the mega hoards that the CRM created.

Rick has to come clean. He did something that he say he could never tell Michonne.

The first season already hinted how it is connected to TWD Daryl Dixon and TWD Dead City. The boat yard that Michonne was looking for I think is somehow connected to the Atlantic crossings to Europe and connected to Okafor “supposedly” finding Thorne in the ocean something about her story doesn’t add up. The midnight raid that Rick and Thorne did when they found the little girl I think is somehow related to Dead City. Dead City produces its own fuel and we saw the fuel trucks.

I was going to write several posts about the breadcrumbs Gimple has leaft over the years but decided to just do one speculative post on how they would be introduced. The interesting thing is I was writing this 8 years ago but I deleted my old tumblr account.

Thoughts???

#the ones who live #towl #rick grimes #michonne grimes #twd towl #richonne

[cultofdixon]

Welcome Home

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The Commonwealth ain’t so bad right…? Maybe if he does what he’s told, his family will be safe. That’s what matters… • SFW/NSFW/ANGST • TW: Injuries / Pregnancy & Birth / Separation Anxiety / Scars • Ignoring S11’s canon

“You really think this’ll help us…going to the Commonwealth?” Y/N frowns leaning against Daryl as the two were sat on the couch in his basement room. He gently takes her hand into his squeezing it. “For us…it…Judith and RJ…Dog? What about Maggie? She’s not going…”

“We’ll give it a test run…see what happens and Maggie she’ll be safe. She wants to stay to help rebuild”

“We could—-“

“Need to think about the kids…what’s best for them, so it’s really if they’ll like it” Daryl squeezes her hand again then letting go and resting it on her belly. “Even if we did stay, I wouldn’t let yea do the crazy workaholic shit you’d do. Just know I won’t let anything happen to yea or them…yer always my top priority”

Y/N rests her hand over his for just a moment before shifting to face him. Gently brushing the hair out of the way of his face.

“Daryl…”

“Hm?”

“Don’t let them break you…”

•

Being processed was a lengthy and annoying process to deal with. Makes one miss Rick’s three questions. Now it’s like a game of 20 questions and a job placement. Daryl obviously being put into training for security and Y/N got lucky being placed in the farming district where she got to work with somebody she knows, Ezekiel. Which also meant Daryl telling him the news and to keep an eye on her when he can’t.

“This reminds me of my apartment from the before…just. A little nicer”

“A little nicer? I’m afraid to even ask” Daryl laughs a bit setting his pack down as Dog instantly went to sniff around the entire place. “Uhm. We’ll take the only bedroom”

“Unless you want the kids to have it and we’ll sleep out here” Y/N states sitting down on one of the mattresses in the main room letting Dog jump to her laying in her lap.

Daryl instantly scoffs to such as he moves to sit beside her. “Nah. You’re pregnant. And I ain’t letting Dog jump on yea in the middle of the night”

“He’ll scratch the door if you keep it closed”

“Better than stomping on’em” He states grazing his fingers on her belly as Dog nips at him. “I swear! You can’t do that”

“Guess he’s going to be over-protective over this one too” She laughs petting Dog behind the ears as Daryl pulls her into his side kissing her temple.

“Don’t mean he can nip at me” He mumbles giving Y/N another kiss to the temple before shooing Dog off. “Gonna check the rest of the place before gettin’ the kids”

“Be careful, D”

“Nothin’ gonna scare me in this small ass apartment” Daryl rolls his eyes opening the closet for a broom to fall out and spook him. He sighs annoyed especially when his girl started to laugh because of that. “You saw nothing”

“Okay okay…sure” Y/N smiles leaning against the wall still seated on the unmade mattress resting her hands on her barely showing belly. “I hope we’re safe here…” she whispers to herself.

•

“Y/N!!!” Ezekiel cheers happily approaching his friend that he’s missed and couldn’t help but hug her. “I won’t be too tight! I heard the good news, how far along??”

“Uhm. I think I’m reaching 4 months? I just got an appointment here…” Y/N laughs nervously as the words that escaped her made her anxious. This Commonwealth had a lot. A hospital for Christ’s sake! She couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of something being wrong or the doctors being monsters. Or both.

“You sound unsure…is Daryl coming with you to your appointment?”

“He’s in the training camp with Rosita to see who works well with who. Mercer told him he couldn’t go…”

“Then that’s settled! I’ll go with you!” Ezekiel smiles warmly. “I understand how strange this place is and I’ve been to their hospital a few times for my own thing, so I know the lay out and a few of the doctors. I’ll protect you for Daryl”

Y/N couldn’t help the hormones making her emotional enough to start sobbing. Ezekiel didn’t even react negatively to such, all he did was smile and bring her into his embrace.

This was weird. Really. Weird. Y/N hasn’t sat in a hospital waiting room since well. Y/N was in a hospital when the world ended, in a similar sense like Rick but not entirely. She kept her hands protectively on her belly watching everyone walk by. Security. Hospital personnel. Happy people. God…is it bad to have all this fear coursing through you when everyone around you is in good spirits?

“Ms. Dixon?”

Ezekiel was first to stand as Y/N stayed in her seat for a second longer before following his action by standing and soon following the nurse.

“Is this the father?” The OB smiles closing the door once Ezekiel had entered.

“No he’s uhm in security so he couldn’t get time off…” This talk felt strange…very old world.

“Well, I can always put in the good word for future appointments.” She smiles jotting that information down on Y/N’s chart. “But it’s also always nice to have close friends with you as well”

“I 100% agree” Ezekiel smiles letting Y/N get situated on the exam table and keeping an eye on her body language in case he needed to stop everything.

But before the OB could even get the gel on, Y/N took a hold of her wrist out instinct. Realizing what she did and let go immediately. The OB stopped what she was doing and carefully took Y/N’s hand into both of hers.

“My name is Erin Mathews, I was an OB resident in the old world and I’ve done my fair share of surviving before the Commonwealth found me.” Erin reassures Y/N’s anxieties slightly with the softness she radiated. “I’m not like the others in this community. Whatever you want, I’ll do. You’ll receive all the care needed, with the privacy you want. I won’t let anything happen to you or your baby. You’re safe”

Ezekiel was sold, he really liked this girl and Y/N relaxed just enough for Erin to finally get started. Erin not only made a note to get her husband to have the time off for these future appointments but also in case of emergency to have Ezekiel’s name jotted down.

The sound of the baby’s heartbeat pulled Y/N out of every negative thought she stirred up when Erin first put the ultrasound wand on. Her attention hasn’t left the screen once Erin pushed it over for them to see.

“Daryl is going to lose it when he sees this for himself” Ezekiel smiles holding the picture of the ultrasound as the two walk back to the living quarters. “Hell! Another piece to the future coming in five months!” He happily handed the picture back seeing his friend start to tear up again. “Oh Y/N…”

“It’s just…u-unbelievable. I-I can safely have this baby.” She continued to sob happily bringing herself into Ezekiel’s embrace. “Daryl doesn’t have to worry about anything going w-wrong and having n-n-nothing to do about it”

“You’re safe here, Y/N. And we all know Daryl Dixon will make sure of it”

And boy does he.

Daryl came back after a long and rather annoying day to hearing humming from the other part of the apartment. He quietly approaches the small kitchenette watching his partner work away at making dinner with what she could get. Mainly groceries Ezekiel gave her given their small family just arrive and haven’t had money come in yet.

“You seem happy”

Y/N flinches slightly causing Dog who was trailing her to start sniffing her in case of anything. Once she relaxed, she gave Daryl a small smile before continuing to cook.

“I am”

“Uh. How was the…doctor’s appointment?” Daryl asks on his way over to Y/N’s side bringing his arm around her as she went into her back pocket to take out the small pictures.

It didn’t take long for Daryl to get a hold of the picture himself as Y/N noticed the man started to stare at it. He wouldn’t move or look away.

“They’re healthy. The doctor was really nice too…she said she might be able to get you—-“ Y/N was cut off by Daryl suddenly hugging her, tightly but of course not too tight. She brought her arms around him hearing the soft sniffles that escaped him. “Oh Daryl…”

“Baby’s healthy, you’re healthy…y’all are gonna be okay” Daryl sobs holding onto his woman as his anxiety was toward what happened years back. A part of him will always be haunted by what happened to Lori, especially when his partner is pregnant. But now he doesn’t have to fear in its entirety of what could happen.

He can relax a little…

•

“I have arrived, and with good company” Carol smiles letting herself in with Rosita following shortly behind as Coco was with Eugene for the evening.

“It’s been a minute since it was just us. Have you heard anything from Maggie about Alexandria?”

“They are doing good with rebuilding. The commonwealth is actually helping instead of what we feared when we first arrived here” Rosita sets down dinner she had picked up from one of the services for free prepared meals as she made sure to grab something Y/N will enjoy. “Soooo…do you guys know what you’re having?”

“Oh please tell me you’re not keeping it a secret! I keep trying to ask Daryl when I see him but the man keeps brushing me off” Carol scoffs slightly as she watches Y/N slowly take a seat on the couch.

“Daryl doesn’t know”

The two quickly share a glance before bringing themselves closer hoping Y/N would budge but she looked as if she wanted Daryl to know first. But fucking hell she can’t keep it to herself for long.

“It’s a girl but you can’t tell D until I do!” She almost shouts out as Carol immediately hugs her friend while Rosita screams from excitement herself.

“Oh you better tell Daryl soon! We have a bet going on!”

“Rosita!”

“They ain’t the only better floating. But wait before you tell Ezekiel. He won and I have to make a dozen cookies for pay up” Carol laughs with the two.

As girls night comes to a close and Y/N found herself laying in bed staring up at the ceiling. She was both missing Daryl and the kids, but also missing those from the past. Most nights since being in the Commonwealth lead her to reminisce and feel slightly bad because those she lost deserved the luxury of this place…it was a lot to think about all in one night.

Lost in her own thoughts she didn’t hear the door open which meant Daryl’s return. The kids were with Ezekiel for the evening because of girls night and he’d bring them back after school the next day. A whole other phenomenon to think about.

Daryl came into the bedroom about to rip off his armor but couldn’t help himself when spotting Y/N and bringing himself over to her. Kissing her belly gently, drawing her from her thoughts as she smiles warmly toward him.

“Is it already that late?”

“That I’m home? Mhm” Daryl sat on the edge of the bed watching Y/N slowly bring herself to sit up as her center made it difficult to do so. “How was…girls night?”

“Good. There’s leftovers if you’re hungry.” Y/N smiles watching Daryl rest his hand on her belly gently, he started to do this more in hopes he’d feel the little one given he missed all the other times she had called him to feel. “You know…I know what we’re having” and that instantly made the archer lock eyes with her in a bit of excitement.

“Yea gonna make me guess or gonna tell me?”

“Hm. I kinda wanna make you guess. But I’m also an impatient person”

“Ain’t that the truth” Daryl laughs slightly as he suddenly felt it. The smallest kick against his hand as he was now fixated on the small movement. He brought himself to completely turn toward his partner bringing both hands onto her belly. “It’s always these moments that I finally get to experience these great things”

“Mm. You’ll be around more when she arrives, you’ll make sure of it”

“Fuck yeah I will—-HEY!” Daryl exclaims looking up at Y/N seeing her smile even wider. “A girl?! Ha! I lost a bet and won one”

“Why are you betting on the gender of our baby?”

“Cuz…it’s a 50/50 chance” Daryl brought himself low enough to kiss her belly once more before finally getting up and getting out of his armor. “Better get comfy, I ain’t letting yea go tonight”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way”

•

The closer she got to a presumed due date the more anxious and nesty she became. But the other thought on her mind was what home was. Y/N wasn’t working once she got to eight months, because she was given leave and Ezekiel would force her out of the farming area every chance she wanted to get away from being confined to the apartment.

“Yknow how you started to nest when you were carrying Coco?”

“Why are we talking about this when I’ve talked about it with Y/N?” Rosita smiles followed with a short lived laugh as the two were at their stations for that shift. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t entirely know. The scary ass books Carol made me read are like. They start getting the home ready for a baby and start to nest. But Y/N has everything in a closet. Hasn’t really arranged anything or asked me to do anythin’”

“You think she wants to stay here?”

“What do yea mean?”

“Alexandria is back on its feet and from the reports done by Maggie? Commonwealth is starting to remove themselves from the place since they can hold their own again. You think Y/N would…want to go home?”

Returning back to the apartment Daryl hasn’t stopped thinking about such. This place was perfect, but he doesn’t want to force his partner to stay here and granted he’s always had mixed feelings about his job. The old world within this new one always felt weird and they were allowed to leave whenever as long as someone was notified. The one thing he really wants though is the hospital…in case anything happened. He couldn’t lose any of them.

He was greeted by Dog when he first opened the door before being hugged by Judith immediately. That was another thing, this place is confirmed safe. Safe for them.

But he didn’t want to force anything…

“You’ve seen—-“

“She’s laying down. Told me to tell you when you got back”

“Where’s RJ?”

“In our room. Is Aunt Carol coming over for dinner again?”

“Yeah, she’ll be here in a bit. How about you and your brother get ready while I check on Y/N?”

“Okie dokie” Judith smiles up at her uncle before pulling away to go do such as Daryl makes his way to their bedroom.

Daryl quietly opens the door finding Y/N fast asleep holding her belly protectively as he enters the room trying his best to remain quiet. He gently shuts the door behind him and went ahead with removing his boots before climbing into the bed with her. The smallest movement stirring her slightly as she tiredly looks at Daryl.

“Hey…”

“Hey yourself” He whispers laying beside her facing toward her. “You feelin’ alright?”

“Mhm. Back hurts” Y/N rubs a bit of the sleep from her eyes but she wasn’t in any mood to get up. “When’s Carol coming…?”

“Soon. She’s bringing dinner. I don’t gotta burn shit again” He laughs quietly watching her tiredly smile in response. “Y/N?”

“Mm?”

“Do you wanna go back to Alexandria?”

That’s when she fully opened her eyes looking at Daryl with a bit of a confused look on why he’d ask such.

“I…I’m not sure”

“We can. If you don’t like it here, we can always go back”

“But…Uh.” Y/N couldn’t find the words, she wanted to blame pregnancy brain but it was more so…if he likes it here, thinks we’ll be safe here…she doesn’t want to ruin it for him.

“Y/N. You know all I want from yea is to be safe right? Wherever we are. I need yea, the peanut, the kids…just safe.”

“D…I want the baby here, because they can…handle whatever may happen” okay… “But I don’t feel at home here”

“I get that. I get that entirely”

“You’re…not mad?”

“Why would I be? This was a fresh start, yeah. But it felt weird…not being in a place we built and protected together. Yeah we needed the commonwealth to help us back on our feet. But I was never gonna force you to stay here if you aren’t happy”

“I just…I miss our home. The one we built back up after the Saviors War. The one we let so many people stay in when they needed a place to stay. I want to raise our little girl there”

Daryl couldn’t help his small smile when hearing her say such. He brought himself closer to her wrapping his arm around her as she tried to get as close as humanely possible even with the bump in the way. He presses his lips against her forehead hearing her hum happily.

“Once you and the peanut are well enough…We’ll go home” He smiles as he whispers to her knowing very well she was becoming less anxious when he spoke. “You, me, Jude, RJ, Dog and the peanut. Will be home soon before you know it”

•

The gates to Alexandria quietly opened as Judith and RJ instantly ran through, immediately being engulfed in Maggie’s embrace and then her son Hershel’s. Aaron even brought himself and Gracie over to reunite with the few. Dog instantly followed after the kids keeping up with them and making sure they were safe like always.

Then Daryl came next, with Carol who wanted to be with her family always. She took care of bringing their stuff back within the familiar walls of their home. He waited patiently for Y/N to join him at his side feeling his arm find purchase around her waist as she carefully moves the blanket out of the way of their little girl that was fast asleep in her mother’s embrace.

“Welcome home, Robin”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #ok I wrote this before that Judith request came and imma still post this even if some bits sound the same #it prob won’t do well but I spent a lot of time on this so imma just post it

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New Old World [EoH]

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader feat. Teddy Dixon

Summary: Being stranded in the Commonwealth changed the life for you and your little family. Adjusting to this new, yet old world wasn't easy. Neither for you, nor Daryl and certainly not for Teddy...

Warnings: Alternative Ending/Different Timeline! TWD things? fluff, talks of babies, swear words, Daryl being the smol insecure bean he is, age gap

Set in the Commonwealth!

Word Count: 3,2k

a/n: This story is part of the EoH universe, but has an alternative ending with a different timeline. 🤗

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Life in the commonwealth was strange - and yet so familiar. It felt like getting thrown into another dimension. Another world. Well, perhaps it was normal to feel like this after five years of fighting for survival every day in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. You had seen every cruelty this world had to offer and now... Suddenly you landed in this community, where the most people's worry wasn't the undead anymore, but how to… earn money? It felt wrong and nevertheless you couldn't deny that it was somehow... right.

Two strong, yet soft hands on your waist ripped you out of your thoughts and daydreams. "What yer thinkin' about, sunshine?" You smiled at hearing the gravelly, loving voice of your husband from behind you. Reaching up your hand, you buried your hand in your lover's hair. It had grown so much the past years. The dark brown strands reached in soft curls over his shoulders by now - and you absolutely loved it. "Just about this... What we have here..." The answer you got was nothing more than a low grunt. You knew Daryl didn't trust this place yet - and you understood why. Money, jobs, restaurants and Halloween? Oh please...

But on the other hand... A piece of normalcy and not fighting the dead, other people and death itself was what you all wanted - and it broke your heart that Alexandria couldn't be that for you at the moment.

"I still dunno 'bout all this... Feels... weird." You nodded. "I know, but... Until we can go back home, let's make the most out of it, yeah?" Daryl didn't answer, just huffed out a breath. Not unusual for the man who didn't need much words. Instead, he gently moved; went to press your back against his chest - which felt hard and not really comfortable, like you noticed instantly. Turning in his embrace, you realised why... Daryl wore his commonwealth uniform. Right, you remembered. Your man had suddenly a job again and was working. "Are you off to work, cutie pie?" You witnessed, how Daryl's cheeks reddened softly at your chosen pet name. "Yeah... Jus' wanted to say goodbye, 'fore I leave." You nodded; scanning his handsome face with your eyes. He had grown over the years - of course. Got even more mature and responsible-minded. You sensed major DILF energy radiating from him.

"How sweet of you," you said, leaning closer to place a soft, quick kiss on his lips. "Have fun - I guess, and don't let yourself get stressed so much. I know Sebastian Milton is an asshole, but you and Rosita will make it. Think about picking Teddy up from school with your cool stormtrooper armour. He's going to lose it - and he'll be so proud, seeing his dad being one of the 'cool soldier guys'."

School... Another crazy thing. Sure, you tried to teach Teddy a few things and there had been a lot of small education thingys in the past five years. Be it in the prison or Alexandria. It had always been there but this? This was a whole other thing. This was a real school. With real teachers and actual classes. Something you hadn't seen in over seven years.

"Ya think so?" You smiled and gently scratched his slightly grey goatee; feeling the hairs tickling your fingertips. "I know so." You then stood on your tiptoes, in order to involve Daryl in another loving kiss. But a firm knock on the door of your sparse, small apartment caused you to jump apart; ending the kiss way too early. "Daryl?" Rosita's voice sounded from the other side of the door. "We gotta go!" You sighed; wrapping your arms tighter around your husband's neck. "Seems like duty calls..." "Mhm..." Daryl grumbled and turned his head towards the door. "'M comin', Rosita!" He lifted his hands to your arms, trying gently to loosen them from around his neck - but you kept on holding on; not budging. "I gotta go, sunshine." You pouted, but eventually let go of him. "I know, 'm sorry. But I promise, I'll be back soon." You nodded and watched with crossed arms, how Daryl grabbed his helmet; ready to leave. "What are you up to today?" You shrugged your shoulders. "I dunno. Perhaps I'll visit the rest of the fam." Daryl nodded; knew of course what you meant, and walked towards the door. "I love you. Be careful, yes?" "Love ya, too. Don' worry. I always am. 'Sides, Rosita's gonna hold me back from doing some stupid, headless shit." With those words, he opened the door and marched out. It stayed long enough open for you to see your friend. "Hey Rosita!" You waved at her. "Y/N," the black-haired beauty answered; smiling at you, before the door fell in its hinges.

While your son was at school and your husband at work (It still sounded crazy in your head.), you spent the whole morning with cleaning up the apartment - which mostly consisted of collecting Teddy's small carved artworks. Since his father showed him how to carve something (mostly spears to hunt fishes or other weapons to defend himself) out of wood, he was obsessed. Whenever the opportunity was given, you'd find the boy sitting somewhere underneath a tree - or even up in a tree (the safer option), carving. He practiced year after year and by now, he was really talented. If Teddy just wouldn't leave his little figures and weapons laying all around the apartment...

After that, you decided to take Dog out for a walk. The fluffy Belgian Malinois with the brown-black fur was a faithful companion of your little family, since the day Daryl brought him back from a hunt. Teddy fell for him immediately anyways, so... And as much as Teddy loved Dog, Dog loved Teddy in return. They were a great duo.

"Dog, come on, let's go out. Time for walkies." Dog's ears perked up at your mention of 'walkies'; head lifting. "Come on!" You tapped your thigh - which was his sign to literally jump up and run to you. You giggled; petting and scratching the fur behind his ears. "Let's go." You opened the door and out Dog ran. He was a very loyal and well-behaved animal. Daryl had trained him well. He'd never run off or leave your side - unless he had a good reason.

It was quite a beautiful day today. The commonwealth was bustling with people. Some of them working, some of them enjoying their day off. You hadn't a specific destination in mind, when you took Dog out. Most of the time, Dog decided on where to go. Today, the faithful Malinois led you to a very good friend of yours. A member of the family - without a doubt...

Dog already saw him from afar, grooming a white-brown patchy pony. Dog announced his - and your presence with a loud bark. The man with the black, greyish dreadlocks turned on his heels at the sound. A smile crossed his features, as he saw you and your four-legged companion approaching. Dog ran up to him; tail wagging in excitement. Ezekiel squatted down, in order to welcome Dog. He literally jumped Ezekiel; paws landing on the King's shoulders, causing the man to laugh heartily. Dog liked Ezekiel and Ezekiel Dog. There was no doubt about this. It was fact.

You came to stand beside the pair; Dog still enjoying Ezekiel's petting. "Hey Ezekiel." The King straightened; stood up again, in order to properly face you - much to Dog's disappointment. "Greetings, Y/N. What a pleasure to see you! Tell me, what brings you to my modest, little farm?" You shook your head, smiling. "Dog decided to bring me here. I think he wanted to visit you. Nevertheless, it's great to see you, too." Once again, the man laughed, scratching Dog's head in an affectionate manner. You adored Ezekiel. You really did. He was always so positive. A true ray of sunshine. A very kind man - and now, here at the commonwealth, he was able to do what he loved again... Being a zookeeper.

"How are you feeling today?" You asked him then, referring to his medical condition. "Oh, I'm feeling great, Y/N. Thank you. Better every day." "That's really great and reassuring to hear." He nodded; one hand still petting Dog, who was sitting beside the man now. "Well, if it wouldn't have been for Carol and Tomi, I probably wouldn't be walking this earth anymore as a living man." "That's why we are all a big family. We help each other." The King nodded, "Truer words have never been spoken, dear friend." giving you one of his brilliant smiles. "How is Teddy doing in school? Carol told me he had quite a rough start?" You sighed, nodding. "Yeah, he had... It was after all the first time for him to go to a real school. Sure, he had his friend, Nick. But unfortunately, Nick is in a different class. So many new children and all so much different from him - and Nick. Most of them weren't on the road. Anyways not as long as we were. He never had an easy time adjusting to new, different things. He was quite afraid of attending school."

The corners of Ezekiel's mouth twitched into a small smile. "Well, this sounds to me quite like someone else we know..." You understood that reference, of course. Both, you and Ezekiel knew exactly who you were talking about. You giggled; shrugging your shoulders. "Like father..." "...like son." The King finished your sentence, laughing. "Well, I hope Teddy is able to adjust soon." "I hope so, too. Just have to give him some time..." The man nodded. "I'd say so, too. If you're looking for a little distraction for him, you are more than welcome to send him - and Nick over to me. I promised Teddy to teach him how to ride a horse already quite a while ago. Now, I finally have the time - and opportunity." "Sure, I am definitely going to do that. Thank you." He smiled; nodding. "Of course."

While you were still out with Dog, walking through the whole commonwealth, Daryl made his way to the elementary school, in order to retrieve his son. After all, he had promised him - and since Daryl went to school directly after his shift, he was still dressed in his commonwealth armour. The archer was really looking forward to this. It was his personal highlight of the day.

"I need to pick Teddy up from school," he told his friend. "See ya later?" Rosita nodded. "Sure. I have to look after Coco as well." With that being said, the two long-term friends parted ways.

Daryl made his way to the school then and waited in front of the rather big building for Teddy to come out. It was quite a bit ridiculous for the archer - and also a whole new experience. He would have never thought, that he'd pick up his son from school one day. Not after the world went to shit. Back in the early days, everybody had different problems than sending the kids to school. Surviving, for example. Getting enough food on the table for his family - and all the people who became his family.

"Daddy!" Teddy's happy, relieved voice urged to Daryl's ears; announcing his son's arrival. A soft smile spread over Daryl's face, when he saw his son running towards him. He squatted down; waiting. Teddy ran straight up into his awaiting arms, hugging him. He may be ten years old by now and would soon grow into a man, but for now, he was still Daryl's little boy - and he'd enjoy every hug he got. "Hey, buddy! You good?" Teddy didn't get to answer the question his father asked him. A group of three other boys had approached them.

"Your dad is a commonwealth soldier?" One of them with glasses and bright blonde, tousled hair asked; eyes wide. Teddy nodded proudly; stood beside his still crouching father and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Yep, he is!" "Wooow..." Every boy of the group was stunned. Teddy started to smile proudly; his shyness suddenly forgotten, as the boys finally noticed him. Due to his cool dad. It made the young Dixon happy - but he also knew, that they were probably just going to like him because his dad was one of the countless commonwealth heroes.

"Let's get goin', huh? I bet your mother already waits for us..." Daryl noted; noticing immediately what game those boys played. Teddy nodded and turned to his seemingly new friends to say goodbye.

After that, Daryl and Teddy walked home together. "So... How was school?" The little boy shrugged his shoulders; his mood suddenly changing fast. The school topic wasn't an easy one... "Okay, I guess..." "You get better along with them other kids?" Another shrug. "A bit." That didn't sound convincing. Not at all.

Daryl stopped in his movements and turned to face his son. Once again, he squatted down and placed both his hands on Teddy's small shoulders. "Alright, talk ta me, buddy. Don't bottle everythin' up. I used to do that too, y'know. 'S not good. Spit it out." Teddy sighed and bit his lip nervously - a habit he copied from his dad. "I just feel so lonely... 'Specially without Nick... The other kids think I'm weird." Tears were shining in the young boy's blue-grey eyes. Daryl saw it. Despite his long, softly curled bangs of brown hair. "Why?" "Because I'm not as good in school as they are. A-And because I know more about gutting a fish, then our home country..." Daryl's heart ached, as he heard that. He knew how his son felt. He knew the feeling of being an outsider.

"Hey, Teddy... Don't listen to 'em. Ya hear me? I know it's not easy, but always remember... You're so much better than them." Teddy looked up at his father through teary eyes. "H-How?" The archer smiled. "Firstly, 'cause you're a Dixon and secondly, 'cause you're a survivor. You know how to handle a walker. I taught ya everything ya need ta know - except hunting. But we'll do that as soon as you're a bit older. That's why. It might sound hard and cruel, but those kids would never survive out there alone. You do." At those words, Teddy's eyes lightened up again - and he smiled. The same, sweet smile you always smiled. A smile Daryl loved above everything and would never tire to see.

"Really?" The archer nodded. "Really." The boy threw his arms again around his father's neck; hugging him tight.

You were already back home again with Dog, when you heard the front door getting opened and closed again. The barking of Dog echoed through the small apartment, followed by your son's giggles.

Unfortunately, you couldn't spend the rest of the afternoon together, since Daryl had to go back to work. Nevertheless, you had a great day; took the boys out for some riding lessons with Ezekiel and prepared some dinner together with your husband's mini-me. That's what Teddy was - and it hadn't changed over the years. The boy was still his father's spitting image. Even the tattered, ripped jeans hadn't changed. He only had grown into them by now.

Now, you were sitting at the small dining table, together with Daryl and Teddy; eating dinner. Dog was laying on his little blanket; sleeping. Everyone was eating in silence - until Teddy came up with a conversation both, you and Daryl didn't see coming. Like, not at all…

"Mom, dad?" "Yes, sweetie?" You asked, while Daryl only grunted in response; needing to chew first. "We, uh, talked about our families today in class and... Almost every other girl or boy told us about their siblings and how much fun they have with them. I-I know I've got Dog and Judith and RJ and even Coco, but... Can I, uh, can I have my own little baby brother - or sister?" Daryl almost choked on his foot, hearing this, while you blinked rapidly at your ten-year-old. "I-I promise I'll look after him or her a-and protect them and play with them!" "Teddy... Sweetie..." You started; having to swallow hard and take a deep breath. "This, uh, this isn't an easy decision and not just to be made within a few minutes. Especially not in this dangerous world. I- We, your dad and I will have to think and talk about this first, okay?" Teddy looked at you with his soft, blue, greyish eyes - and nodded. "Okay." "Can you understand that?" "Uh.Huh, yeah." The conversation had turned someway, somehow slightly awkward, so you left it at that. Daryl had said absolutely nothing; didn't even make a peep.

Later on, once Teddy was in bed; sleeping safe and soundly with Dog in his arms, you approached your husband, who stood at one of the windows; having a smoke. Wrapping your arms around his now black sweater clad torso, you pressed your cheek against his right upper arm. "What do you say?" "What do I say to what?" You decided to not beat about the bush. "Having a baby again." Daryl took a drag of his cigarette, before puffing out a small cloud of smoke. "I dunno if this is a good idea, honestly." "Why? I mean, we're safe here now. Soon in Alexandria hopefully as well. If not now, then when?" Daryl merely shook his head and you could swear that he was chewing on his bottom lip. "'S not that, sunshine... Even though I don't trust this place. I trust in Alexandria." "What is it then?" You asked; rubbing his sides affectionately. He paused; didn't answer you straight away - almost hesitating.

"'M not gettin' younger, ya know..." You frowned and adjusted your position, in order to look at him. You were hugging him now more or less sideways. "What does that mean now, cutie pie?" "What I said." You were still confused by his words. You clearly didn't understand - and Daryl noticed. "Y/N, 'm in my mid almost late forties now..." "So? I'm sorry, my love, but I don't really see the problem? You don't have to worry about a biological clock, unlike I... And as we speak, the time is running out so slowly." Daryl took a last drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out. Then he turned to face you; biting his lip again. He was clearly troubled by that topic. You could see it in his eyes. "You think 'm not too, uh, old for that?" You shook your head, smiling. "No, absolutely not." The corners of his lips lifted slightly into a crocked smile. "So..." He started; turning to face you wholly. "You really want that? With me?" You cupped both his cheeks with your palms; nodding. "More than anything. I thought about it for quite a while, honestly."

Daryl blinked; was quite a bit surprised. "Wha'? Really?" "Mhm. You're such a good father for Teddy, so why not make you a daddy again?" The arched blushed at your words; and he couldn't help himself but to smile even brighter. "Ya think we can handle a newborn and a soon-to-be teenager?" You giggled; now running your hands down his chest. "I thought we can handle everything, Mr. Dixon? After all, we handled the end of the world. I think there's nothing that can better that." "Well... I guess yer right." You giggled once more. "I'm mostly right, cutie pie."

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Spit Pt. IX

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Characters: Negan x Alexandrian F!Reader, The Commonwealth

Summary: Your temper lands you in hot water with the Warden leaving you and Negan to find a way to relieve some tension. Set in the events of S11 E22.

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: NSFW - Physical violence, vaginal sex, very brief blood play, xtra DILFy S11 Negan

A/N: Oh boy. It has been MONTHS since I last updated and I always think that people are done with this fanfic until one of you comments every now and again and reminds me just how loved this fanfic still is. 😭 So here's me trying to push past writers block and get this outta the drafts with the hopes it'll motivate me to finish the next part sooner. 🤞

The beam of a flashlight being shone directly at your face startled you from your surprisingly deep sleep, the focused light burning your freshly open eyes leaving you squinting and blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear the light-induced shapes floating in your vision. You sat up and instinctively shielded your eyes.

"Alright, alright shit. I'm up." You snapped, and the soldier finally moved on and directed it elsewhere.

You didn't remember much after you got off the bus, the temporary amnesia causing you to observe where you were. They'd set up buildings throughout Alexandria to serve as accommodation for the 'prisoners', yours being a small barn jam-packed with uncomfortable bunk beds filled with springs that had been digging into your back all night.

"Move it, prisoner."

You stood to your feet, resisting the need to shoot the soldier a cold, murderous glare and let your feet carry you outside. It was freezing. Whilst he led you to a designated area you found your mind wandering as you tried to ignore the disturbing truth that you were being held captive in your own home. He was trudging you down a path you'd walked thousands of times over several years, a path walked side by side with people so close you considered them family, and the cruel persistence of some sort of homesickness takes up the forefront of your mind. You were home but it wasn't yours anymore; it was alienating to say the least. The only thing you were relieved by was seemingly no sight of Maggie, Lydia, Rosita and a few of the others. They were still out there somewhere, and they'd find their way back to you all soon enough. He led you to a point in the woods outside the perimeter and ordered you to haul logs to and from the wood chopping station, your destination being a rather large wheelbarrow around half a mile from where you had to retrieve the logs in the first place. How convenient. You propped the first hunk of wood on your shoulder, wincing a little from the way it weighed down on you and caused a sharp pain to shoot through the crook of your neck, and started to walk. You largely underestimated how the added physical task would encumber you and just how much that would prolong an otherwise relatively short trip, the ache forming in your neck getting more intense by the minute. With your eyes having been fixed to the ground and the assortment of leaves crunching beneath your boots you glanced up, your breath hitching when you saw him. Negan was on his way back, his empty hands and the direction he was heading in suggesting that you'd been put on the same post. His eyes wandered towards yours, locking in an intense, concerned stare. The strain on your body was written all over your features and when he got close enough he prompted you to stop, carefully putting his arm out in front of you.

"Hey hey, just put it down."

You narrowed your eyes at him, and some of the fear from the thought of being seen talking to him fed your brusque and unappreciative tone.

"I got it, move Negan."

Negan rolled his eyes and reached out to lift it from your shoulders, propping it onto his own and causing your grip to naturally loosen on it. You hissed at the sudden removal of weight from your shoulder, the relief undeniable, and your eyes met his. He supported the end of the log with one hand, his free hand lifting to pass over the side of your neck and to your shoulder, applying a slight pressure that alleviated some of the tension in your muscles whilst a soft smile teased at his lips.

"There's no use in you pulling a muscle. Go get a smaller one and I'll take this. Hell, I'll even walk you back."

You briefly surveyed the surrounding forestry to ensure you couldn't be seen and then shook your head with a small laugh.

"I can't ask you to do that. Besides, you're not getting any younger, Negan. You probably need the slack more than me."

It was a playful insight, but plenty of sincerity as to whether Negan should be going out of his way to help you or not.

"I weren't asking, I'm telling baby."

When he stood before you like this, the eyes that once cast sheer terror over you now kind and full of light. And his lips, the ones that once smiled as he bludgeoned your found family to an early grave now tempting, the need to feel them moving against yours wildly contrasting their otherwise dark past, his dark past, it left you submerged in utter conflict. The further you plunged into the rabbit hole that was the man before you, the closer you got to having to explain this to the one person you loved most, the woman that Negan had undoubtedly devastated for life in one night. It was an impossible task.

"C'mon, let's make a move before we get our asses caught."

He started a slow walk back, and you smiled a little before following shortly after.

For what it was worth, the day was running quite smoothly. It turns out Negan managed to sweet talk Ezekiel into forming some sort of union, and you'd gotten willingly roped into the plan they'd laid out. Negan was in charge of the piece of cloth mapping out the footpath of the soldiers and detailing the times of their shifts, a responsibility that you were surprised they had trusted him with. So when Magna pulled you aside and whispered an update on the soldier's positioning before moving on you knew it was your job to pass the information onto Negan, something you weren't surprised by being tasked with considering you'd been mostly working on the same post all morning, which placed you closest to him. You bide your time, sparing the troops in the surrounding area a quick glance to see where their attention was directed, and then seized the moment the second the nearest's head turned. Negan was standing by the workbench, back facing you as you moved to him in fast steps, your fingers closing around the crook of his arm as you leaned in.

"Two in the perimeter and four inside." You whispered into his ear.

He kept his line of sight straight ahead to seem more inconspicuous and muttered an 'okay', your fingers trailing down his arm to trace over the sleeve of his black hoodie as they lingered for a little longer than they should have, and then you parted from him. It was only a brief trip in Negan's direction, but supposedly long enough to make the nearest geared-up lackey feel as though you were slacking. You'd been sifting through a heap of junk nearby, your job being to separate any rock and place it in a bucket lying on the ground next to you. Twigs and the occasional rubble would dig into your knees whilst you knelt on the forest floor, the leaves it was blanketed with doing nothing to alleviate the both physical and mental discomfort of the repetitive, tiresome task you'd been repeating for at least the last hour. So when you returned to the spot you'd made for yourself on the ground to discover a soldier pointedly waiting for you, the narrow of his eyes just daring you to take accountability for your unfinished work, you knew you were in for it.

"This is yours, right prisoner?" He gestured down to the bucket on the ground with the tilt of his head, and you gave a silent, composed nod.

You should've seen it then, the cruelty flitting through his stare. Carelessly he raised his boot and kicked it over, a slight clang ringing out as the sole of his shoe collided with the metal, and the tumbling of rocks poured out onto the ground at his feet. Your hard work. Your fists clenched, the resentment coursing through your veins. He just looked at you like you were an idiot.

"Well, go on prisoner. Pick it up."

It was sadistic, as though he got off on the power of forcing you into having to get on your hands and knees to fix the mess he made like you were some kind of animal. You kept your mouth closed, demonstrating some restraint. Besides, the silent glare you gave was perfectly 'go fuck yourself' enough, it hardly needed to be paired with words. When it was obvious you had no intention of getting onto the ground he stepped forward enough to reach past you and grasped the collar of your shirt, using the grip on the fabric to yank you down to the ground, the material choking you slightly on the way down. You landed on the floor with a thud, sticks digging into your skin from having fallen with flattened palms to protect your face from a similar fate, the now broken skin on some parts of your fingers making you hiss. You took a moment just to find your bearings, your stare fixed on the scattered rocks in front of you as you processed what had just happened, and then felt it. Rage. Your hands shook, and all your composure was gone in a moment.

"You put your hands on me again and I'll break your fucking fingers." It was flat, straight to the point.

You were giving him an out, an opportunity to avoid the temptation of the rocks in front of you, and what it would feel like to crack it against the skull of his pitifully empty head. There was a pause, and you glimpsed up at him curious as to the nature of his silence. You shouldn't have, the bastard was smiling, practically ecstatic with having provoked you into losing your shit.

"That kind of talk is perfect to earn a talk with the warden, prisoner. Anything else?"

You snapped. You had enough sense not to bludgeon him to death, but not enough to not pounce on him. You tackled him to the ground, hovering above him similar to the confrontation you'd had with that man in the Claimers all those years ago, except this time there'd be no turned tables, no chance of letting him overpower you. He wasn't even wearing his helmet, the opportunity practically presenting itself. You delivered your first blow, bringing your fist down against the side of his face, then another, and another, until you were wildly bringing your knuckles against his face over and over, the adrenaline numbing the soon-to-be ache in your knuckles. Despite the sound of ringing in your ears, the white noise muting and dampening your senses, you could discern the many sets of quickened footsteps approaching you, the warning of an oncoming storm of soldiers, but you didn't give a shit. The feel of arms hooking under yours to hoist you away from the altercation was the last thing you expected, your initial means to thrash and attack whoever would attempt to stop you getting lost with the feel of his arms wrapping around your body, and you turned your head to confirm exactly who those limbs belonged to. Negan spared you a worried glance before directing his attention straight ahead, watching the soldiers flood in to assist their bloodied and beaten comrade on the floor, and kept you tight to his chest. He knew this would go wrong, and that getting involved meant putting his head on the chopping block for you.

"Her!" One of the soldiers yelled with a pointed finger, the assertion springing three of them into action as they stormed in your direction.

Negan took steps back with you still in his arms, your feet clumsily following his as you made a collectively hopeless attempt to delay the confrontation, but to no avail. The first soldier to reach you raised his baton with the hopes of cracking it across either one of you, hopeful that the impact would split you two up, but Negan had other ideas. He spun you in time with the swing of the steel instrument, and you felt him jolt against your back as the steel met his, the sensation of pain working through his spine.

"Negan!" You tried to claw his arms off of you to suffer the rest of the soldier's frustration, but it was no use.

Negan was determined to endure the worst of it all and to keep the focus of the most volatile and vicious soldier. The delivery of the second hit finally buckled his legs, the pain drawing a groan out of his throat as he sunk to his knees still shielding your body with his, but the third time was a charm. His arms fell from you, and you scrambled forward as the other two rounded Negan to reach you. You felt the first kick, the steel toe cap of a combat boot slamming against the middle of your back making you grit your teeth, and then it went from one boot to a pair, the two of them just kicking the everloving shit out of you. Though only lasting a quarter of a minute you felt every slow, agonising millisecond of the assault up until the moment you heard a shout, and everything slowed to a stop. It was so silent you could practically hear a pin drop. The kicking ceased and you managed to lift your head enough to see what had halted them. The warden. He often stood on an elevated area of the ground by his office to oversee the operation and ensure things were running smoothly, and well, this wasn't exactly smooth sailing.

"That's enough! Bring the girl, and we'll deal with that one later." The warden commanded, the order leaving the two soldiers to roughly haul you upright, the denim clinging to your knees dragging along the ground as they held you by your arms.

For the half a second you had you lifted your head to take a glimpse at Negan he had his head turned to look at you, eyes ablaze with solicitude as the soldier above him kept him pinned to the floor with a knee on his chest, his gaze never leaving yours. You tried to fight the oncoming headache as the ground passed beneath you, the many shades of autumn leaves becoming but a blur with the pace at which they heaved you along. There was an aching in your spine, a sharp pang of pain that had you hissing on occasion, though you could do nothing but wait to be dropped wherever the warden wanted you.

Eventually, the leaves turned to floor, and you were lifted and dropped rather harshly into a wooden chair, the carelessness with which you were placed making you ground your feet against the floor to remain in your seat. The soldiers walked off without one word, closing the door behind them and leaving you in an empty room. You could make out that this was where the warden resided, which wasn't difficult to figure out due to the rather apparent commonwealth flag hanging over a portion of the back wall. It was their very own indication of having conquered your home causing it to be posted up all over the place and hung proudly over the gated entrance to Alexandria. If you ever got out of this mess, you'd burn it.

"You have been quite the handful, prisoner."

The sound of the warden's voice made you aware of his presence, the door behind you clicking shut as he made his way inside and then walked past you to stand behind his desk.

"Yeah, I tend to have a knack for that." You remarked, the comment etching irritation into his features.

"Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" He started whilst rounding his desk to stand in front of you. "This was found after your friend's rather pathetic display of heroics."

He tossed the piece of cloth Negan had been using to keep track of the soldier's routines at you, and you grabbed it as it slowly descended towards your chest. You made a point of looking at it with furrowed, confused brows.

"Okay? I've never seen this before, I don't know shit about it."

The warden let a small patronising smile paint his lips, almost as if he was entertaining your lie for a moment, and then it faded.

"And I don't believe that for one second. So you tell me which one of the people in your little rebellion is responsible for this, or you're never gonna see any of those people again."

You clenched your jaw, narrowed eyes shooting daggers at him, and said nothing. Your silence caused him to look off to the side contemplatively and let out a long sigh, his gaze averting back to yours after a moment.

"I'm disappointed. I admire your loyalty, truly, I could use more people like you. But you're prioritising the wrong things."

The mere suggestion that you'd be suited to help run an operation like this made you bite your tongue, your only retaliation being the way you threw the cloth back at him.

"So, we done here?"

The warden hated that he hadn't made you cower, hated how resistant you were to his intimidation and threats, and you knew there was no way in hell he was letting you get off the hook with an attitude like this. There'd be consequences to come for your defiant actions, and it was just something you'd have to wait to discover the extent of.

"Fine. My men will take you back."

He waved his hand to signal the two soldiers stationed at the door to come forth, and you were being hauled up by the arms before you knew it, your shoes scuffing against the floor as they dragged you back out. You heard the warden muttering something over a radio on your way out, from what you could make out something along the lines of another one of the commonwealth's locations, and presumably, that being wherever you were next headed. Shit. After bringing you back to your post, with Negan unnervingly nowhere to be seen, you worked right through till the lunch break. Your back was sore with the incident that occurred in the morning, thus the somewhat free reign during the rest periods and the nagging pain shooting down your spine driving you right back towards the barn you'd woke up in to sit down on your bed, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as you felt your weight shift off of your feet. You closed your eyes and propped your elbows on your knees, your head tipping into your hands and allowing you to cup them over your face. This place wouldn't break you. It couldn't when you'd already been broken so long ago, with Rick having picked up the pieces left of your past and put it back together with his promises for the future and all inspiring leadership monologues. Not that you resented him for that either, but Rick was gone now. Everybody was. All you had left was Maggie. Often when you closed your eyes you could still hear the way she sobbed as Glenn choked on his words, his life slipping away before her very eyes. The way that after all of it, the hours upon hours of the gravel digging into all of your knees, she was still the first to stand. You remembered holding her as she sat by Glenn's unmarked grave back at Hilltop, and the heavy next few weeks that would come to follow. Her grief and the way everything had been taken from her so swiftly haunted you, but her resilience? Well, it gave you something to stand for, to believe in.

"Thought I might find you here."

You'd been so invested in your thoughts you'd barely registered the sound of approaching footsteps, and the man whose voice that belonged to. You lowered your hands from your face and lifted your head, the sight leaving you yet again awash with irony. The cruel reminder that you sought refuge in the man that brought you and the woman you'd do anything for so much torment, and yet seeing him brought you more relief than you could ever fathom. When you didn't reply he lowered himself down onto the space beside you with a sigh and leant towards you, his fingers delving under the hem at the back of your shirt. You winced as his fingertip passed over a tender area, and he paused once you did.

"I know, baby. Just, just let me see."

A small nod prompted him to continue to roll your shirt up your back, and the material of your tank top underneath followed suit. Eventually, he had everything rolled up at the top of your back to expose your bruises, patches of discolouration and barbaric contusions from where blood had leaked out beneath your skin. You heard his breath pause, and then the way it got slightly heavier, in a shaky, wrathful way.

"That bad, huh?" You teased, the silent response that followed and the fact that he was out of sight not providing much reassurance.

The sudden feel of lips pressing against your shoulder blade startled you slightly, your surprise causing Negan to wrap his arm around your waist to soothe you. His hand caressed your hip as his lips connected with your skin again, this time focusing more on the middle of your upper back, every repeated press of his lips making you relax more into him.

"I should be the one doing that, considering the beating you took for me."

He only hushed you, his breath fanning against your skin as he mumbled from behind you.

"I'd do that shit again in a heartbeat, over and over."

He pecked your skin once more, and then carefully rolled your clothing back down your body. After that, Negan shifted more towards the edge of the bed as he returned to the space beside you, and he was quick to raise one of his hands to softly cup one side of your face. Negan used the touch to guide you to him, his lips pressing against yours for the first time since your day together in the commonwealth. Having been so starved of him you quickly found yourself practically swallowing him, his tongue dominantly slipping into your mouth as you stole each other's breath. Not only was he kissing you just to feel you again, to breathe you in, but to seal the underlying promise in his words with a kiss. Negan didn't have anything left in this world besides you, and that gave him something to fight for. Neither of you had ever been the type to fall so deep, even less likely were you the kind to plunge into the very abyss that was the rabbit hole of needing someone, of allowing yourself to be so dependent. It equally frightened the both of you.

"Negan, I need to tell you something." You whispered as you chased your breath, your foreheads touching, the tips of your noses brushing.

Even through the thrilling rush of feeling his mouth on yours again it was rather easy for Negan to notice that your head was elsewhere, that something was playing on your mind.

"I'm listening." He husked in response, the warrant for you to continue making you screw your eyes shut and sigh.

"I don't know when. Could be tonight, tomorrow, but they're moving me."

Negan immediately leaned back, narrowed eyes pairing with furrowed brows to form one hell of a scowl.

"You know me, I didn't play nice with that asshole. He wanted me to give up the person responsible for the map and well I just, couldn't."

Your eyes momentarily flitted elsewhere to avoid his harrowing stare, and when you finally resumed the long, excruciatingly intense gaze he held you in you watched the fire roar to life in his eyes. It was something you hadn't seen in a long time, not since that night. But it wasn't with the intent to hurt you this time, it was meant for you. Despite the cold, inferno blazing in his irises his hand reached out and brushed over yours, his palm resting on the back of your hand as his fingers closed around it.

"I don't give a damn about the kind of screwed up crap I gotta do to stop that from happening, but I promise you, I'm not letting that happen."

You shook your head slightly, your eyes threatening to fill with tears when his hand squeezed yours.

"No Negan, don't you dare make promises you can't keep." You warned, an underlying bite to your tone that made Negan's nose briefly scrunch up as he grimaced.

"Well, tough shit. I'm gonna try my damned hardest, and there ain't a thing you can do about it." Negan snapped back steadfast, a calm hint in his voice that indicated the frustration was coming from a place of protectiveness.

A tense silence fell, and you paused just to stare at one another, everything in this moment characterising the very essence of your complex draw to one another. You were glaring at him like you wanted to kill him, jaw clenched as you tried to refrain from pushing him away. Similarly, Negan had narrowed his eyes, his jaw set and the occasional rise and fall of his chest as he breathed slow, his eyes wholly focused on you. And yet, your fingers remained interlinked, your hand squeezing his as though you were pouring all that anger into his palm.

"You wanna know why I wanted to take a look at your back?"

His thumb idly swept over your knuckles as he awaited your reply.

"Why?" You responded plainly with a small sigh.

"Well, aside from the obvious, I needed to know what that asshole should look like before I'm done with him. Every bruise, every mark, even the smallest bit of red to your skin, he's gonna feel it. All, of it. And then more." Negan spoke low, occasionally punctuating his words with pauses, and the familiarity of it all gave you chills.

The last time you saw that look in his eyes, the last time he spoke with such venom and made such violent promises, was the night he bludgeoned two of your friends to death. You could still hear the way the gravel ground beneath the soles of his boots as he paced back and forth, his mouth running with all the ways he was going to terrorise the group, and the way your breath got caught in your throat when he promised to beat one of you to death. This time your breath caught but not out of fear, rapture. Your lips were on his before you even fully realised what you were doing, the sudden affection prompting Negan to rest his hand on one side of your face, the other using your still connected hands to pull you towards him and into his lap. After a few days without being so intimate with one another the mere feel of his hand on your arm or his skin touching yours was enough to electrify you, and you couldn't get enough of him. Your free hand dived down to unbuckle his belt, the tugging of the leather causing Negan to break the kiss with a surprised, amused breath.

"As much as I would love to screw around, this ain't the time or place. Besides, you're not exactly quiet sweetheart."

The comment drew a small chuckle from the both of you and you persistently shook your head, your smile fading a little as you parted your lips to speak.

"I know, but I could be gone by tomorrow morning. Negan, this could be the last time we see each other."

The thumb of the hand cupping the side of your face started smoothing over the top of your cheek.

"Don't say that."

"Negan, please." You interjected, the brief pause as he did nothing but stare into your eyes and let your words sink in allowing you some time to slip in a persuasive tease.

"Besides, I think screwing in not so appropriate places is kinda our thing by now."

He contemplated it for a moment, his eyes locked on yours as a singular thought loomed in his mind, and then grinned.

"Alright, but we gotta make this quick."

You nodded with the enthusiasm to take something, anything from him, and resumed your pursuit in undoing his pants. His mouth was on yours again in no time, the metal of the buckle on his belt clinking as you let the leather rest on either side of the fly on his jeans. One of his hands took hold of your hip to urge you to lift up so he could unbutton his pants, fingers hurriedly hooking into the waistband of his jeans to push them down his hips and over his thighs, his mouth still claiming yours all the while. You hesitantly allowed your lips to part if only to tilt your head down and steal a glance at the deep lines resting across his pelvis, one of your hands rushing to greedily trace the v-shape resting above his boxers with your fingers. You got a little lost in it, the way your mind wandered prompting him to tilt your head back to look at him with a lift of your chin, his thumb moving up to rest on your bottom lip, lightly pulling it downward.

"We're on a time limit here, baby. Now I'm all for going out on a high, but not when it means taking you with me."

You let a small smile spread across your lips.

"There's no way I'd rather go."

He shook his head with a chuckle, lips brushing against yours as he leant forward and spoke against your lips.

"That's my girl."

You had little time to process the ownership he'd so affectionately branded you with, his lips crashing back against yours as his fingers worked to remove your jeans. You kicked off the denim that had eventually gathered at your ankles the quickest you could, your panties crumpled carelessly somewhere in the heap. Negan placed his hand on your waist, the other caressing over your hip and stopping to apply a slight pressure. He guided you down onto him, the removal of his boxers having happened somewhere in the events of the removal of your own clothing, which you were now aware of. A small gasp escaped your lips as you sunk onto him, stretching around him the further you got. That was nothing compared to the sensations to follow, however, the feel of fullness as your ass rested against his thighs, knees on either side of his hips and breath heavy as the sudden intrusion became all too surreal. He gave you some time to adjust, a small mercy, and then lifted his hips with a groan. The movement had you throwing your arms around his neck, one hand sliding up the nape of his neck and getting lost in his hair, fingertips ruffling the strands of hair towards the end of his slick.

"You're so damn pretty when you're taking my cock." Negan breathed, your slightly parted lips allowing the dirty sentiment into your mouth, to which his tongue readily followed.

You took it, letting his tongue past your lips and not even bothering for a play in power, tongue languidly moving with his. You rolled your hips in time with the movements of his own, practically bouncing on him once he cupped your ass and fastened the pace. It was everything you needed, a sinful, consuming fuck that'd swallow you whole amidst the misery of it all. At every dead end, every wrong turn, every bleak and dim day to ever lower your spirit, he was there one way or another. Because through it all the man who had taken so much from you, who had taken everything at one point in time and destroyed the very man who saved you, gave you so much. He made you feel what you needed to feel, touched you in the ways you needed to be touched, and held you in the ways you needed to be held. The universe works in mysterious ways, and creating a void that can only be filled by the same man who created it is most certainly one of them.

"Mm, fuck Negan you feel so good." You whispered between repeated kisses, the flattery encouraging Negan to bury his head in the crook of your neck and press his lips against your pulse point.

"That so? Cause it's like I've died and gone to pussy heaven." He drawled with a small chuckle as he smiled against your skin between the kisses he littered your neck with, the vulgarity of his words as Negan as ever.

His lips sucked and teased the skin on your neck whilst one of his hands wandered to your back, fingers lifting the hem of your shirt and delving beneath the more tight-fitting fabric of your tank top. His hand alternated between drawing circles on your bruises, a light touch to soothe the tender skin, and smoothing over the affliction in its entirety with the careful movements of his open palm pressed flush against the violet, blood-tinged skin. The tenderness of his touch mixed in with the unrelenting and persistent thrusts that filled you to the hilt over and over had you succumbing to an intense and sudden release that you'd hardly even noticed had been building. Negan's efforts to bring you to a quick, euphoric release paid off as you squirmed on top of him, the continuation of his hard thrusts only dragging every sweet second as the pleasure of your orgasm crashed over you. You bit down onto your lip so hard you were bound to draw blood, the teeth you dug into your bottom lip acting as a way of suppressing the screams you were so desperate to release. In the haste of being moments from release he guided you off of him as he removed himself from you, hot wet spurts landing on your abdomen whilst he let out low, rough grunts as Negan worked through his own long, unsparing high. You slumped against his chest, your breath faltering as you screwed your eyes shut and prepared to return to the outside world, for it was no longer recognisable as home. The only thing left that felt like home was him, as much as it turned your stomach. You were so wrapped up in your mind you barely felt the fingers running through your hair, and the fingers of another hand passing over your jaw to coax your head upward. When your eyes met his a small smile appeared on his lips, and then they were on yours. It was then as your lips moved against one another that you recognised it, the tang of metal as he kissed the taste of your blood into your mouth, and smeared it onto his. It was just like the first time, but things were so different now. He broke the kiss with some protest, your heavy breaths filling the air around you.

"As much as I'd love to keep kissing that pretty mouth, and hell, a second round, we are about to go unaccounted for. We can't afford that kinda level of shit hitting the fan." Negan croaked through gradually steadying breaths.

Whatever light may have been illuminating your irises dimmed at the reminder of what was waiting for you outside the confinement of these four walls, and Negan caught the shift in your expression immediately.

"Hey, cut that shit out. You're not getting moved, I'm not letting your hot ass go anywhere."

You snorted your laughter and rolled your eyes at the light-hearted comment, playfully placing your hand against his chest and pushing him away.

"You just never stop, do you? I gotta find your off switch."

Now it was Negan's turn to snort, shaking his head as he snickered to himself. You climbed off of his lap and stood to your feet, your hands gathering some of the makeshift bedding they'd provided you with and using it to wipe away the droplets slowly working their way down your stomach. After a few moments you were both fully clothed and ready to return to the chaos, though the feel of his hand closing around your forearm interrupted you a step from exiting the barn. You came to a halt and turned to face him, and were taken aback by what you found. It was like you'd swapped places, the solace previously whirling in your eyes having transferred into his, though he did his best to conceal it. A momentary slip of his eyes lowering to the ground was enough to give him away.

"You know I meant every word in here, right?"

You paused to search for words that wouldn't come, the idea of trusting his every word and promise he makes of your safety leaving you tongue tied. All you could muster was a small nod, the gesture small enough that it didn't have to have so much weight to it. That was enough for Negan, his hand unfurling from your arm and freeing you from his clutch.

You held the gaze you shared with one another for a moment too long and then stepped out into the cold.

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[mymanreedus]

Daryl Season 2: “Hell, I was younger than her when I got lost. Nine days in the woods eating berries and wiping my ass with poison oak. My old man was off on a bender with some waitress. Merle was doing another stint in juvie. Didn’t even know I was gone. I made my way back though.”

Daryl Season 3: “My mom, she liked her wine. She liked to smoke in bed. Virginia Slims. I was playing with the kids in the neighborhood; I could do that with Merle gone. They had bikes. I didn’t. We heard sirens getting louder. They jumped on their bikes. Ran after it, you know? Hoping to see something worth seein’. I ran after them but I couldn’t keep up. Came around the corner I saw my friends lookin’ at me. I saw everybody lookin’ at me. Fire trucks everywhere. People from the neighborhood. It was my house they were there for. That was my mom in bed. Burnt down to nothin’. That was the hard part. She was just gone. Erased. Nothin’ left of her. People said it was better that way. I don’t know. Just made it seem like it wasn’t real, you know?”

“What about when we were kids? Who left who then?”

I didn’t know he--

“Yeah, he did. He did the same to you. That’s why you left first.”

I had to, man. I would have killed him otherwise.

Daryl Season 4: “I never eaten frozen yogurt. Never had a pet pony. Never got nothin’ from Santa Claus! Never relied on anyone for protection before! Hell, I don’t think I ever relied on anyone for anything!”

Daryl Season 5: Finds and takes a book called Treating Survivors of Childhood Abuse

Daryl Season 9: Of all the trusted adults at Hilltop it’s Daryl who Carol asks to look after Henry. He ends up looking after Lydia too.

Daryl Season 10: Of all the trusted adults at Alexandria it’s Daryl who Michonne asks to look after her children while she’s gone.

Daryl Season 11: Working a crappy job so he can make a home for Judith and RJ where they can be safe, have regular meals, access to good healthcare, make friends and get an education. Takes them to the fair. Buys Judith a record player . . . realizes he’s gotta overthrow the government the moment it threatens his and Rosita’s kids.

Character development of a big sweet Papa Bear.

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[integra1127grimmreaper]

The Replacement - Part thirty-six

Negan Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 35

Warning: violence, angst

All the prisoners that remained behind on the bus were busy, hard at work clearing an old trailway line, Negan stops midway to approach one of the guards. “Hey... my wife wasn’t with everyone on the bus, wondering if you could just-” before Negan could finish his sentence, the guard strikes in the face with a nightstick.

“You stop to eat, you stop to sleep...” the guard remarks as Negan groans in pain, “understood...?”

With a narrowed gaze, Negan straightens back up, “understood...” he remarks nodding.

During the commotion with Negan, three prisoners take it as an opening to escape, Kelly attempts to follow but Ezekiel stop just in time as the guards open fire on the escapees, killing all three.

Realizing the escaping wouldn’t be as simple as they believed, everyone goes back to work after the order was yelled out.

During a lunch break, Negan stealthy approaches Ezekiel, “don’t turn around” he states, taking a seat behind him.

“What do you want?” a pissed off Ezekiel remarks.

“I wanna get on the same page” Negan responds.

“I stayed away from you for years, for a reason” Ezekiel comments.

“Well, you need to shelve that shit” Negan states.

“Shit?!” an enraged Ezekiel scoffs, “melting people’s faces with irons? Coercing women into marrying into marrying you? Slaughtering my people? That shit I’ve not forgotten... nobody has.”

“Well, just so ya know; I haven’t forgotten either” Negan replies, “and for the shit I’ve done, I probably deserve to be in a place like this. It fits. But Ezekiel, it doesn’t fit you, it doesn’t fit the others, and it sure as hell doesn’t fit my wife and daughter... I don’t even have a clue with the hell they are.”

“What they do with them?” Ezekiel finally caves in.

Negan silently shakes his head grief-stricken, “I don’t know... but I need to find them. I promised Y/N, I'd keep our daughter safe, and I failed... I failed both of ‘em.”

“Look, man...” Negan implores, “I am coming to you as a father, and as a man who has led people. We have got to put our shit aside and work together... for everyone.”

“What are you thinking?” Ezekiel finally speaks up.

“I know this warden’s playbook...” Negan comments, “using fear as a weapon.”

“You wanna scare people into an uprising?” Ezekiel sarcastically remarks.

“That only works if you’re the one holding the gun” Negan responds, “fear’s not gonna work. But hope...? Hope will. And that is your thing, Ezekiel... it is definitely not mine.”

“This place thrives on separating people” Ezekiel comments, “they’re already breaking us down. We have to unite folks, but-”

“But what?” Negan enquires.

“We need a... spark, that reaches into their hearts and wakes them up. I don’t know how to do that here... we can barely talk to each other.”

Negan silently nods his head in understanding, “I can get you you’re spark. But when I do... you need to know that I doubt I’ll be getting out here with you.”

Ezekiel tilts his head in confusion, “what’s that supposed to mean? What are talking about?”

Before Negan couldn’t further explain, the guards order everyone back to work.

“You with me?” Negan manages to slip in.

Taking a moment, “I’m with you... for now” Ezekiel states, getting up to continue working.

At the end of the workday, the Wardan orders everyone to pack up and move out and everyone is loaded back onto the bus. While driving a radio distress call airs over the bus radio and Ezekiel and Negan recognizes the voice as Rosita’s as she’s been given directions to Outpost 22.

The bus finally comes to their destination, much to the shock of Negan and the others; the gates open to reveal that Outpost 22 was actually Alexandria. The realization further proven when the radio conversation between Rosita and the solider goes into detail of how the Commonwealth had taken it over and converted it into an Outpost.

“Aunt Y/N... aunt Y/N”, groaning softly in pain, your eyes slowly flutter in wakefulness at the sound of a familiar voice calling out your name.

“Judith?” you rapidly blink at her in confusion, “whattaya doing here?”

“They brought as all here” Judith explains.

“They?” you slowly sit up, realizing you weren’t the hospital room anymore. “Where are we?”

“We’re back at Alexandria, the Commonwealth soldiers brought us” Judith replies, “though, they’re calling it, Outpost 22.”

“Alexandria? How?”

“They had all us kids in the back of a truck, you were unconscious on a stretcher when they brought you here.”

Beckoning her closer, you gently take her hands in yours, “where are the other kids, Jud? Is my baby with them?”

“I haven’t seen any of the younger children” Judith shakes her head, “they only brought the older ones.”

Your heart was racing as you attempt to make sense of it all, “have you seen any of the adults? Negan, Daryl or Carol?”

“No” Judith shakes her head, “we haven’t been allowed out the house.”

“Ok” you nod, taking deep breathes to avoid a panic attack. The Commonwealth had clearly betrayed you, captured everyone and brought them back to Alexandria. But why? When and how did they manage to seize control of it? Yet most importantly, where the hell was your husband and daughter?!

“Where are the other children? Hershel, RJ and Gracie?”

“RJ and Gracie are downstairs with the others, I'm not sure where Hershel is though” Judith responds.

“Who’s watching them?”

“Some guards” Judith explains, “they let me stay up here to keep an eye on you. Said, they didn’t want you doing anything stupid when you woke up.”

“Smart” you snort, “how long was I out for?”

“You were asleep for most of the day” Judith replies, “it’s late evening already.”

“Shit” you state, grimacing when quickly realizing your slip up, “sorry, kiddo.”

“It’s ok” Judith responds matter-of-factly, “this situation calls for it.”

Smiling at Judith, you pull her in for a hug, “sure does, Jud. Don’t worry, we’ll find a way out of this.”

“I’m sure we will” Judith smiles in response and press a kiss to her forehead.

“You’re awake” an unfamiliar voice remarks, causing you both to turn toward the guard standing in the doorway.

“Yes” you scowl in response.

“Welcome to Outpost22, as you aren’t yet fit for hard labor, your job for the time being is to watch over and care for the children” the guard states, “don’t do anything stupid and you’ll be fine.”

“Where are the younger children?” you ask, “I just had a baby, where is my baby?”

“There are not toddlers nor infants here” the guard responds.

“Then where are they?!”

“I suggest, you never ask that question again” the guard warns you, “especially around the Warden.”

“But-”

“Listen to me” the guard hisses out, “asking questions, is doing something stupid. And doing something stupid around here will get you punished. Understood?”

Flashing the guard a glare, you grit out, “understood.”

You had to find a way to get the hell out of here and find your husband and baby, even if was the last thing you ever did. 

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[sourwolf-sterek32]

Alpha’s First Daughter

Summary: You had been on your own for years after escaping the Whisperers. Until you run into a hunter in the woods who's searching for his brother.

OR

The Walking Dead rewrite from Season 9 to Season 11 with you, Y/N, as Daryl Dixon's eventual love interest.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: language 

Chapter 29- Final Chapter 

It wasn't until day three, that the others finally arrived back to Alexandria.

You stood back, watching the friends and family reunite with each other. Rosita had her daughter hugged to her chest, and you smiled watching Jerry step out the bus with his lost children in his arms before Nabila rushed over, crying happily as she hugged them.

Jesus and Aaron stepped out next, Gracie sprinting over to them, hugging both her father and Jesus. Your best friend seemed a little taken back by the sudden affection from the young girl, but he was quick to hug her back.

You leant against the front of the house, little RJ by your side as you watched them all reunite before Daryl finally stepped out the bus. RJ reacted quicker than you expected and sprinted over to his sister while you rushed over to Daryl.

He grunted as you practically threw yourself at him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you hugged him. He chuckled softly, snaking his arms around your waist and hugging you back just as tightly.

"I was so worried." You whispered, burying your face in the crook of his neck. "We heard the explosion from here. What happened?"

Daryl sighed, kissing the side of your head before he gently let you go and you took a step back, looking at him properly for the first time. Your jaw dropped when you noticed his nasty black eye.

"Oh my God." You gasped, cupping his face with your hands to take a better look.

"M'fine. Just a bruise."

"What happened?"

"It's a long story, sweetheart." He answered, resting his hand over yours that was still on his cheek. "I'm okay though. I promise."

"It was crazy. We blew up the Governors estate to kill the herd of walkers and save the people of the Commonwealth. Now Pamela is in jail." You heard Judith tell her brother.

"Wait, she's in jail?" You asked, looking over at the kids only just noticing that Judith's arm was in a sling. "What happened to your arm? Are you okay?"

"I got shot."

You blinked, thinking you had heard her wrong.

"My dad was shot. My brother Carl too. Now we've all been shot." She continued to explain, smiling like she was proud of herself.

"You Grimes' are crazy." Was all you could say causing her smile to brighten before she grabbed RJs hand and the two of them jogged off to greet the others.

You turned back to Daryl with so many questions, but figured those questions could wait. He was back. They were all back, and although some were hurt, they were all alive and that was what you cared about.

-

Later that afternoon, you found yourself sitting at a table covered in plates of food and glasses of wine. Mercer, Max and Tomi had even showed up for the celebration.

Nobody spoke of what was going to happen in the future with the Commonwealth now that Pamela was gone. It was too much to think about right now, so it was a problem for later.

"Hey, everybody." Yumiko suddenly said, rising from her chair and holding up her glass of wine. "A toast. To Luke."

You smiled sadly, and raised your glass, "to Luke." You all said.

Daryl had told you about what happened. Told you about Luke and Jules' death. He told you how Judith got shot and the herd of walkers that got inside the Commonwealth. A lot had happened in the last few days.

After the meal, everyone sat around the table talking, drinking and laughing together. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you finally belonged here with these people. It felt like home.

That feeling scared the hell out of you.

For as long as you could remember, you've been on your own. You were better on your own... at least, you thought you were, but then you met a hunter in the woods who turned your life around. He made you realise that although you were okay on your own, life was better when you shared it with somebody.

"Refill?" Jesus asked, holding up the bottle of wine as he did the lap of the table for anyone who wanted more. "C'mon, Y/N, I know you want it."

You rolled your eyes but held up the glass towards him causing Jesus to smirk as he topped up your glass.

"I think I'm gonna take this outside and get some fresh air." You said, standing up from the table.

"Don't be too long. I think Carol plans on bringing out dessert soon."

"More food? I don't think I can eat anymore." You responded.

"Speak for yourself. I want her famous apple pie." Jerry called out from across the table causing you all to laugh.

Everyone continued to chat amongst each other while you grabbed your glass of wine and made your way out on the balcony that overlooked the main street of Alexandria.

You nursed your glass of wine in your hand and leant against the railing, looking out at the sun slowly beginning to set along the horizon before Negan walked across the street, oblivious to your presence.

"Yo!" You called out, stopping him in his tracks as he turned around in confusion, but smiled when he saw you up on the balcony.

"Hey, kid. How's the feast?"

"Oh, terrible. You would've hated it." You lied for his sake causing Negan to snort.

"Thanks."

You smiled before the two of you fell into comfortable silence, watching the sunset while the faint laughter echoed out from in the house behind you.

"You can stay here, you know that, right?" You asked after a few minutes of silence.

Negan exhaled deeply as he looked up at you, "yeah, I know."

"What are you going to do?"

He shrugged, "honestly? I don't know. But it's not your problem, kid."

"Whatever you decide, don't be a stranger, yeah?"

"I won't. I promise." He agreed, walking off before he glanced over at you. "Go back and enjoy that terrible feast. You earnt it."

You smirked before giving him a small two fingered salute which he mimicked back, and you watched him walk off. You remained outside for a few minutes until the sun fully set past the treetops before you returned inside, but you instantly knew something wasn't right.

The bubbly, happy mood everyone was in earlier had just died completely. What the hell happened in the five minutes you were gone for?

You looked around trying to figure it out, but when you saw Eugene and Gabriel helping a very pale looking Rosita into one of the bedrooms, you immediately knew what was happening.

All the years you had spent out in this new world, you knew what that was. You had seen it a thousand times before. She was bit. Rosita had gotten bit while she saved her daughter.

Shit.

-

*ONE YEAR LATER*

"My fellow citizens, it is with profound gratitude... gratitude for the many blessings we've been given. We here, together, against all odds..."

You drifted out Ezekiel's words, watching him and Mercer on the stage in front of you.

The Commonwealth had come so far in the last 12 months. With Pamela gone the community had thrived, the civilians still living here were now happier than ever. Alexandria and Hilltop had been rebuilt too, the communities now all working together along with Oceanside.

Maggie was running Hilltop, many of its original citizens deciding to leave the Commonwealth and return home. Same with Alexandria. Aaron and Jesus were running that community together while Rachel still ran Oceanside like she had been for years.

Daryl wrapped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you stood at the back of the seated crowd, watching and listening to Ezekiel and Mercer on stage.

"And on this day, we honour those who have sacrificed for us that we may pursue a more perfect union." Ezekiel continued to say. "And though we are not bonded by blood... we are family. As your Governor, I and your Lieutenant Governor, Michael Mercer-"

"Whoo!" Princess suddenly cheered, standing up and waving her fluffy pink jacket in the air causing you to laugh.

Ezekiel and Mercer were both grinning as she blew her boyfriend a kiss before Ezekiel placed his hand on the other man's shoulder and looked at the crowd.

"-And we pledge to live by those words." He finished before the crowd erupted in applause.

You smiled, watching one of your best friends proudly as you clapped, leaning against Daryl and watching the community cheer and shout happily for their leaders.

"You ready to head out?" Daryl asked once the clapping seized.

You tilted your head up towards him and nodded, "I'll grab my gear and meet you out front."

A few minutes later, you had your sword strapped to your back and weapons belt around your waist while you walked through the tall, reinforced gate of the Commonwealth to where Daryl, Carol, Ezekiel and the kids were all standing by his motorcycle, waiting.

You threw your backpack over your shoulder and jogged over to them just as Daryl hugged RJ goodbye.

"I'm proud of you." Ezekiel said, placing his hand on your shoulder causing you to raise your eyebrows at him in surprise. "I'm serious. You've come so far since that first day we met."

"You mean the day that Jesus dragged me to your camp while I was bleeding out?" You asked, a hint of amusement in your voice.

"I am. You may not see it, but you've grown... changed since those early days. You were once a scared young girl waking up in my infirmary barely able to talk with those stitches around your neck and now..." He trailed off, a smile spreading across his face. "Now look at you. You're the strongest warrior this new world has ever seen. I'm proud of you, my dear. And I know Lydia would be too."

You smiled, your heart swelling at his words before you pulled him into a tight hug, "thank you for everything, Zeke."

"It is I who should be thanking you." He replied sincerely, kissing the top of your head. "Be safe out there."

You nodded, "I will."

"I'll keep an eye on Dog." Judith suddenly said and you turned around to find Daryl kneeling down in front of her.

"Keep an eye on Carol too, will ya?"

Judith nodded before hugging her uncle and you smiled watching them before they pulled apart.

"While we're out there, if we hear anythin', see anythin', we'll find 'em both, we'll bring 'em home. Alright?"

Judith bit her lip, sadness washing over her at the mention of her parents. Rick and Michonne were gone and now her Uncle Daryl was leaving too. She had every right to be upset.

"I'll look after him and make sure he returns home in one piece, okay?" You said, looking over at Judith causing the girl to smile.

You turned back to Daryl as he mounted the bike and held his hand out towards you, which you took before climbing onto the back behind him.

"Y/N?" Judith called out, rushing over to you.

"Yeah?"

"Make sure you get home in one piece too."

The kindness of her words hit you hard, and you smiled, "I will."

Judith seemed happy with your answer and walked back over to where RJ was standing by Carol and Ezekiel, all of them waving goodbye. Daryl started up the motorcycle before slowly driving off and you gave them one final goodbye wave.

"Ready for an adventure?" Daryl shouted above the roar of the bike, glancing over his shoulder at you.

You grinned, wrapping your arms around his middle, "like old times."

You felt Daryl chuckle as he adjusted the throttle, speeding up and you leant your cheek against the blue painted angel wing on his vest while you watched the scenery fly past.

Daryl reached down, resting one of his hands over yours, squeezing it gently and you closed your eyes, feeling genuinely relax and happy for the first time in as long as you could remember.

-

THE END

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A/N: Taking place across 3 seasons and just over 100,000 words this story has finally come to an end. For those of you that have made it this far, thank you! 

For the first time in nearly 3 years, I don’t have any more Daryl Dixon fanfics planned. I’ve always had one Daryl fic ready to post or to edit, but now I have nothing... and it kinda makes me sad. But after watching the new Daryl Dixon tv show trailer that aired today, I can confidently say that this won’t be the last time I write for our beloved hunter. But until next time, stay safe everyone and have a great day ❤️

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[carlplsrailme]

𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐚 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

rosita espinosa x fem!reader

cw: heavy exhibitionism, dom!rosita sub!reader, etc etc.

request: could you do a nsfw alphabet with rosita if youre okay with that? i absolutely LOVE your writing so much <3333

A = Aftercare (What They’re Like After Sex)

she lays next to you while touching your skin softly, pillow-talk is very strong in her relationships before she takes you to shower where even more fun happens

B = Body Part (Their Body Of Theirs and Their Partner’s that they like)

she likes her stomach and tits, displaying them is such a power move and turns her on.

for you, however, is probably your lips, eyes, and tits. when you pout slightly, and look at her just drives her crazy. and you being nervous about having your tits out with her just makes her wild

C = Cum (Anything to Do with Cum; because yum.)

she likes it when you cum on her strap, or in her mouth mostly. it's usually your cum going anywhere and everywhere as she just cums from doing it to you mostly

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty Self Explanatory, A Dirty Secret of Theirs)

she stole your panties one time. stole them and used them until they died.

E = Experience (How Experienced are They? Do They Know What They’re Doing?)

yes yes yes and yes. she's extremely experienced and if you have little no to knowledge on that sort of stuff she will be more than happy to teach you a few things

F = Favorite Positions (This Goes Without Saying)

you sitting on her face. she's obsessed with your cunt gushing all over her mouth as your thighs shake and threaten to collapse on her face

G = Goofy (Are They More Serious In The Moment? Are They Humorous? Etc.)

she's more serious but learned to have some fun with it after some time

H = Hair (How Well Groomed Are They? Does The Carpet Match The Drapes? Etc.)

she trims her hair so it's shorter, but, there's really no use to shave it nowadays.

I = Intimacy (How Are They During the Moment? The Romantic Aspect)

not really romantic, more lusty and kinky which keeps things fun but she can have an intimate moment here and there

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

if you're out and she's alone and horny. she'd get it over with by slipping her fingers into her panties, wet pussy already clenching and unclenching around nothing desperately. she teases herself, rubbing her clit with really no force as she thinks back to you. everything about you and just fucks herself. she'd probably grab a pillow to moan into if things get really heated but she has a whole experience touching herself.

K = Kink (One or More of Their Kinks)

seeing you embarrassed and shy would have her cum in her panties any day. her favorite times were when she made you lift your shirt to show your tits to an open window with your legs spread, pussy drizzling as you exposed yourself to the commonwealth. she watched with her hands down her pants as you stripped and touched yourself for all to see by her order while you had tears in your eyes.

L = Location (Favorite Places to Do the Deed)

like before, she's kinda an exhibitionist (you are too) buuuuut! she likes the shower as well.

M = Motivation (What Gets them Turn on, What Gets Them Going)

seeing you desperate really gets her going. just watching as you look up at her with tears in your eyes, a tiny pout if you ask if she can touch you. just melts her right away

N = No (Something They Wouldn’t do, Turn Offs)

surprisingly, not too much into the mommy stuff. just doesn't interest her.

O = Oral (Preferences in Giving and Receiving, Skill, Etc.)

she loves loves loves giving. your scent and taste evoke something primal in her. eating you out is a daily routine and one she loves

P = Pace (Are They Fast and Rough? Slow and Sensual? Etc.)

she loves to tease but when she gets going it's fast and rough.

Q = Quickies (Their Opinion on Quickie, How Often, Etc.)

loves them. perfect on the go, first thing in the morning, mid-day, quickies are a blessing in her eyes

R = Risk (Are They Game to Experiment? Do They Like Taking Risks? Etc.)

100% yes she is an extreme risk taker. do you know how many times you've almost gotten caught? anyways, she loves to experiment and trying new things.

S = Stamina (How Many Rounds Can They Go For? How Long Do They Last?)

it seems like forever, but, in reality, 3-4 rounds is when she really gets winded.

T = Toys (Do They Own Any Toys? Do They Use Them? On A Partner or Themselves?)

holy shit yes. straps and vibrators for days, her personal favorite is a huge cock she found one day. after cleaning it she used it on you and couldn't help but grin as you cried at how much it was stretching you out.

U = Unfair (How Much Do They Like To Tease?)

rosita is so fucking unfair. one morning leaving you with no orgasm just to watch you shiver when someone rubbed past you on accident or how you squeezed your legs together all-day

V = Volume (How Loud They Are, What Sounds They Make. Etc.)

she moans and talks you through your orgasm in almost a whisper in your ear, you whine and whimper so it's usually a quiet environment

W = Wild Card (A Random Headcanon For The Character)

she found a video recorder one day. she set it all up and when you got home she lead you to the living room where a camera was set up. she had you strip and sit on the couch with your legs spread as she recorded your precious pussy and watch as you touched and played with yourself on camera. if anyone found this, or hell, looked in the window (you are in the open living room space, after all) you'd be mortified. but, no matter how much your mind scrambled you ended up squirting while letting soft whimpers out. she moved the camera to your soaked pussy and started lapping at your abused cunt on video.

X = X-ray (Let’s See What’s Going Under Those Clothes)

nothing to see except beautiful curves and a full chest <333

Y = Yearning (How High Is There Sex Drive?)

honestly, way too fucking high.

Z = Zzz (How Quickly They Fall Asleep Afterwards)

it takes her some time to calm down while you're passed out. but she dozes off after a while

an: sorry if this isn't what yall signed up for...lmao, hope you still liked it!

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[hayley1998]

A night alone at last🖤

Summary:Daryl and Abby have been together since the war with the saviours,they didn’t really have much time alone so when they get to the commonwealth they finally get a night alone..

Pairing:Daryl Dixon x Abbygail sanders

Warnings:smut,angst,18+,sex,swearing

Settling into the commonwealth was strange it was like living in the old world before the apocalypse happened they had money,fairs stores.Daryl and Abby got jobs there Daryl works in the military force with your best friend Rosita as you work at the hospital as a nurse with your medical degree.Daryl and Abby live together in a house with RJ and Judith and dog.but Daryl and Abby haven’t had one night alone together since being at the commonwealth wealth with them both being busy with their new jobs.

One night Daryl was home before you as usual,carol had offered to take the kids for the night and dog so him and Abby can have dinner and be alone…so carol brings food over for them to surprise her…after a long shift your finally done work at the hospital you didn’t do much but still was tired as ever.you get home and you walk up to your door but you can’t wait to see daryl.you walk in and see him and make your way to him as you throw your bad down on the ground ‘baby I’m home’’ Abby says to him as he comes up to you and kisses you hard and you wrap your arms around his waist as he puts his arms around your shoulders but puts them towards your ass and grabs them as you laugh kissing him.

‘Have a good day today?’ You ask him he nods ‘yeah it was alright I swear tho Mercer has it out for me tho I’m pretty sure’ as you both make your way to the table where the food was at with a glass of wine. ‘I don’t think he has it out for you babe,he’s just doing his job don’t worry too much.’ She tells him as He scoffs and eats the lasagna. ‘’Where’s the kids and dog?’’ Abby asks him as you eat. ‘’Carol took them all for the night it’s just us baby girl.’’ He smirks and winks at you you just smile back.

‘’Yeah we haven’t had time alone,but this is really good baby.’’ You say to him as he clears his throat. ‘’So what do you want to do tonight handsome?’’ You ask him and he just shrugs and says ‘’whatever you want to do baby girl I’d be down’’. You go up to him and sit on his lap and push his hair out of his face ‘’well we can watch movies and cuddles’’. You say to him through kisses he just hums while kissing you bunching his hands up your shirt… ‘’but first I really need a hot shower you interested?’’ You ask him and he nods and you take his hand to follow you to the shower.

You kiss him deeply as he still has his hands on your waist as he takes your hair out of your braid you had in for work as you let it fall down your shoulders.you start to unbutton his shirt and take it off his shoulders and you let him take off your shirt and you he takes off your pants and pull your panties down and your bra as you unbuckle his belt from his jeans and pull his jeans down.you break the kiss as you go into the shower and he follows as you put your head under the water and he follows you and goes under kissing you… you wash his hair with the soap scrub it all in as he does the same to you and then rinse it out as he washes your back and kisses your shoulder and you moan..you turn around and wash his front as you start to wash his cock which is hard already. ‘’You like how I’m stroking your cock baby for you?’’You say looking at him and he nods and kisses you ‘’yess baby girl it feels soo good how your doing it,all for you’’ you smirk at him.

He runs his fingertips along your slit as you moan then he enters two digits Bonaire your wet pussy ‘’fuck baby girl you’re so wet for me huh already? All mine!’’. You nod at him as your moaning still. He grabs you by the throat ‘’I asked you a question baby girl’’ you nod ‘’yess daddy it’s all yours,I need you inside me like now!’’ You say to him and he turns you around and lifts your leg lining up his length to your entrance ‘’ready?’ He asks you and you say to him ‘’Yeee daddy please’’

He smirks as he enters you both moan loud ‘’fuck your sooo tight princess’’ he says to you as he thrusts deep inside you…’’yesss this pussy is all yours baby just for you’’ you say him as he keeps going deep inside you. ‘’Fuck I’m going to cum Daryl all over you’’ you moan out to him,he looks at you and kisses your neck sweet and soft ‘’that’s it baby girl cum all over daddy’s cock,you gon cum for me?’’ He asks you,you moan loud for him ‘’yesss I’m cummimg Daryl right now fuck!’’ He smiles as you smile also ‘’fuck princes I’m about to fill you up right now you want all it inside you? All of daddy’s cream?’’ ‘’Yesss Daryl please give it to me I want it.’’ She says to him as He nods as he thrusts get slower as he fills you up and holds you tight still as he fills up your walls and puts your leg down and as you both rinse off and get out of the shower..

The rest of the night you both went to the couch and cuddled and watched the movie ‘The Princess Bride’. As you both eventually fell asleep… the best night for the two of you for a very long time waiting.

This is my first one shot story so… and I know there’s spelling errors but I tried 😩🤍

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x female reader

[pastanest]

A/N: if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

spoilers: set in the Commonwealth, but no references to season-specific events

Material Girl

The front door to the apartment slammed against the wall as you stormed in and immediately threw your back against the door to close it again.

“Daryl, we’ve got to go. Now.”

Daryl stood from where he had been lying on the makeshift bed you shared, a mattress on the floor with a couple of pillows and blankets that you had decided to regard as a sleepover kit to make it seem a lot more fun than it really was. He had previously been throwing a tennis ball against the ceiling and catching it as he laid with his back against the mattress in an effort to piss off the neighbours in the flat above who continually played music at a deafening level, which was a problem he never imagined he would experience again. Alas, the Commonwealth had been the rebirth of first world problems in Daryl Dixon’s life.

Tennis ball in-hand, Daryl approached you with a concerned frown, trying to determine what exactly had you staring at him like a deer in headlights before he eventually nodded.

“Alright, gotta grab the kids.”

He didnt question your motives, he trusted your judgement completely, and if you said it was time to go, he was ready.

To Daryl’s surprise, you shook your head as you bustled past him and began absentmindedly tidying away the few toys you’d managed to buy RJ and Judith with the little money you’d earnt from your job so far. “No, we cant take them out of school.”

Daryl looked at you like you were insane. “Ya aint suggestin’ we actually LEAVE ‘em here?!”

You stared back at him blankly, blinking. “When I said we’ve got to go…”

Daryl nodded. “Go, as in leave this place.”

At that, you scoffed and shook your head. “Absolutely not.”

Daryl watched, utterly baffled, as you returned to his side at the front door. “Then where ‘re we goin?”

And in horror, Daryl watched as a wide grin spread across your face and you spoke a word he had hoped he would never hear leave your lips.

“Shopping!”

It came to pass that you and Rosita had discovered a clothes store down the street that you had not yet explored in your first week of being in this alternative dimension to the world beyond the walls. The two of you had decided you would drag Daryl and Eugene - kicking and screaming in mind, sulking and hanging their heads low in body - shopping, solely to be the audience to your fashion show. It was unlikely you would be able to afford anything, but neither of you cared, it was the principle.

Daryl Dixon never thought he would see the day when he was led by the hand of the love of his life into a clothing store, while the dead were walking the earth everywhere else. It was one of the most fucked up moments of his life, in all honesty, and he could not stop imagining Merle getting kicked out of a store like this for fondling a mannequin’s plastic breasts and then continuing to howl with laughter from beyond the display windows as Daryl actually stood in a clothes store. He and Eugene were pushed into a pair of chairs opposite a row of changing room doors, and then you and Rosita disappeared into the store, giggling like a pair of teenage girls. Still, at least Daryl wasnt alone in his suffering.

“Scenes of this nature are usually inserted prior to events such as a fictional prom or date amongst women in their most highly rated flicks for chicks. Perhaps this insinuates we are the lucky ones, comrade-in-mannequin-arms.”

On second thought, maybe Daryl would rather be sitting alone.

Twenty agonising minutes later, you and Rosita returned to Daryl’s line of sight, and then you both disappeared behind the changing room doors. Daryl shuffled in his seat and straightened his shirt, knowing that if nothing else, this was the part he needed to take seriously. Not that he would ever admit it, but he knew Eugene was right. As stereotypical as it was, getting proper feedback to new outfits and the like was an important thing for partners to give each other. He would also never admit to anyone except you that he had often had dreams of being with you in the old world and doing mundane shit exactly like this, going to the movies, going out for dinner, being dragged on a shopping trip that you both know he’d just be pretending he hated. As much as he isnt entirely comfortable with the social aspect of it all, Daryl cant deny that the sheer joy on your face at being able to experience something you clearly never thought you would again, really was a sight for sore eyes.

And so, Daryl mentally prepared himself to deliver compliments that usually would not be heard by an audience, because this was his chance to publicly declare his affections, in the least obnoxious way possible. The two of you had been together long enough, he was past the point of worrying about you rejecting any kind of compliment from him.

The first outfit was a sunshine yellow dress that took Daryl’s breath away, and he made certain to let you know when he rose from his seat the second you stepped out of the changing room, like a gentleman rising from the table when the lady entered a room.

“Go on, gi’ me a spin.” He gestured to you, and you giggled as spun around, lifting the skirt of the dress as you twirled, and Daryl couldnt wipe the dopey smile off of his face as he wolf whistled at you.

“Aint you jus’ a dime, sweet girl.” He walked up to you and held your hands in his, leaning forward just enough to plant a soft kiss on your forehead.

Meanwhile, Rosita’s first outfit was a pair of baggy green camo pants and a long sleeved black t-shirt, to which Eugene made the very astute observation of her resembling Kim Possible, causing Rosita to scoff and return to the changing room.

Your second outfit was a more multi-purpose one, a nice pair of jeans and a flower blouse that both complimented your figure but enabled you to kick some serious ass if shit hit the fan. A pretty, but still adaptable ensemble. Daryl once again rose from his seat and requested a spin, his eyes very nearly rolling out of his skull at the sight of your ass in those jeans, causing him to clear his throat and straighten his shirt as he blushed, which you definitely noticed.

“Looks real good on you.” He said, and he cannot believe it, but he actually gave two very brief thumbs up as he sat back down. Merle would have literally passed out in the street if he’d seen Daryl do that.

Rosita’s second outfit was a gorgeous summer dress that was flattering, comfortable, and made you call her the hottest milf you’ve ever seen. Eugene blinked at this, nodded, and elected not to say anything for fear of Rosita knocking his teeth out.

Your third and final outside was the money maker, the one that you knew Daryl would like the most, and you were absolutely right. When you had stepped out of the changing room, Daryl had been slouching in the chair with his right elbow against the armrest and his right index finger across his top lip, trying to get the image of your ass in those jeans out of his mind. But when he saw the image of you, decked out in a pair of black skinny jeans, a strappy blood red tank with killer cleavage and a black leather jacket with an amalgamation of classic rock band logos and badges stitched to the back of it, Daryl Dixon very nearly lost consciousness.

At your side, Rosita stepped out in her final outfit: a floor length, slinky and strapless red dress, with equally killer cleavage. Eugene’s spirit had ascended beyond the realm of comprehension for a short time, and he genuinely looked like he had been shot.

Feeling your confidence skyrocket from the way you had stunned your boyfriend, you put on a fake sultry southern accent and said “Tell me about it, stud” before you and Rosita bursted into fits of laughter.

It was then, Eugene’s spirit returned to him, and he cleared his throat. “This is what I believe to be the showstopper to stop all of the shows. Speaking entirely from a statistical standpoint, given the state of the world and its lack of societies as we know it, Rosita, I wish to offer my humble being if we should be the last humans on earth at any point and you wish to repopulate. If you do not wish to continue the species, however, I will respect this with the utmost chivalry, and will remain at your side until the very last sunset. It is not likely we will live to see the very last sunset of our earth’s sun, but I will be at your side until we see our last sunset with what I hope to be much older eyes. Furthermore-“

At that point, Rosita cut him off. “Okay, Eugene, we get it! Go get some air, you’re like a dog on heat.”

Not having the grounds to disagree with that statement, Eugene stood from his chair and left the store, waiting outside like a child who’s been told by his mother he cant enter the store because he cant be trusted not to touch anything. In the meantime, Rosita returned to the changing room to return to the clothes she had arrived in, and you shook your head.

“Those two are one hell of a duo.” You chuckled, then realised Daryl was still staring at you and had not moved. “Hey, everything alright? Earth to Daryl?” You waved a hand in front of his face and when you got no response, crouched down in front of him. This altered Daryl’s view of your cleavage considerably, and he swallowed.

“Ya gonna buy that?” He asked, his voice husky.

You laughed. “I wish! There’s no way I can afford it, unfortunately.”

Still not moving, Daryl responded. “We’ll save up.”

You raised an eyebrow, smiling at him as you recognised the scale of the impact you’d had on him. “Yeah?”

Daryl nodded, then asked another question. “How long ‘til the kids get home?”

Checking your watch, you glanced back at him. “About an hour, why?”

For a brief moment, there was silence, before Daryl nodded, stood up, nodded at the changing room, and finally glanced at you.

“How quick can ya get changed and get home?”

Your eyes widened. “Uhh, 10 minutes, probably, why?”

With one last full look up and down your body, Daryl nodded. “See ya in 10.”

And then, he was out of that front door and on his way home faster than you can say Eugene had passed out in the middle of the street.

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