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appalachianwiine · 2 years

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Family Portrait || Chapter 5

And I am low and unwell This is love, this is hell This sweet plague that follows me

- "Flesh and Bone" by Keaton Henson

It’s past noon by the time the small group approaches the cabin. Carol was accompanied not only by Ezekiel but by Jerry too. They’d brought the houses out, but with the dense brush and Daryl’s warnings about traps Carol had insisted they walk them once they separated from the main riverbed and began following the creek.

They’re making their way along the creek when the brushes next to them rustle. Instinctively Carol stops and draws her knife, her two companions doing the same. She takes a halting step forward, about to move in the direction of the sound when out of the brush emerges a dog. It’s some sort of shepherd looking thing, brown and black, and not the least bit frightened by them. He runs up to Carol, for a moment she thinks he’s going to attack, so many old domestic dogs have gone feral in the years since the fall and the ones born after weren’t any better. This dog is different though, he runs up to her, tail wagging, and gives her hand a gentle lick.

“Hey buddy.” She mutters, giving him a scratch between the ears. “Where’d you come from?”

The dog nudges her hand with his nose and starts through the bushes, back the way he’d come from.

“Should we follow him?” Jerry asks.

“We don’t have to.” Carol says. “Look.” Ahead of them, through the brush is a log with twisted bits of metal sticking through it. A walker is caught in it and just past that is a second trap. “We’re getting close.”

They ease forward, careful with each step. To the left of them is a pit, around 6 feet deep and 3 feet wide, sharp stakes line the bottom of it. Ezekiel peers over, a frown stretching across his face.

“This is a little paranoid don’t you think? There aren’t that many walkers out here.” He says, glancing around them warily.

“We can’t be sure of that.” Carol says. “Just because we’ve herded them away from us doesn’t mean hordes didn’t get past us or a few dozen didn’t slip through.”

“We’re not the only ones herding the walkers Carol.” Ezekiel says. “There are two other major communities nearby, surely if there were hordes one of us would thead them away.” He nods at another large trap, this one is some sort of snare. “This just seems a bit… paranoid don’t you think?”

“They’re two people alone in the woods.” Carol frowns. “And one of them was pregnant, pregnancy is pretty incapacitating Ezekiel, even before the labor and birth. I’d be pretty paranoid too.”

“Just…be careful,: Ezekiel warns, stepping warily forward.

10 meters farther on the woods opens up to a little clearing. There’s a small cabin in the center and the shepherd dog has run up to the door, pawing at it and whimpering. To one side of the cabin is a pile of wood and an outdoor cook space, a bit further from that is a small fenced area containing hutches and a few rabbits. Further on, on the other side of the clearing, backing up to the woods is a fence enclosing a garden, and next to that, marked with a cross, what can only be a grave.

“Is that -” Jerry starts

“No.” Carol says. “That’s old.” She nods at the grave, it’s well kept and clean, with no overgrowth, but it certainly isn’t fresh.

“Jerry, tie the horses over there, to the fence.” Ezekiel instructs, passing the reins to their companion and approaching Carol. “Should we go around the other side and do a sweep?”

“No.” Carol shakes her head. “No point, we’ll go in from there.” She nods to where the dog is still pawing at the door.

“Think he belongs to them?” Ezekiel indicates to the dog.

“He must.” Carol shrugs. “We’ll try to take him back with us. Get the door?”

“Sure.” Ezekiel draws his sword and approaches the door with Carol, he leans over carefully to open it, lest anything be lurking inside. The dog launches himself onto the porch and starts digging at the main door to the house. Carol draws her own knife and steps onto the porch towards the door to the house. All seems quiet, but she’s careful as she eases the door open. The dog runs in, nose to the ground as he moves around the house.

Carol steps carefully inside. The little room is messy, a chair is overturned and Daryl’s bow is knocked over by the other door. A double barrel shotgun lays on the table, a bucket filled with water on the remaining upright chair. The dog has bypassed all of this and is scratching at the only other door in the place. Carol approaches carefully, through the door she can hear the unmistakable sound of a walker.

“Oh Daryl.” Her voice cracks and her heart breaks again.

She raises the knife, and opens the door. The dog slips by her into the room and takes up barking at the walker, hackles raised. Carol rushes forward, grabbing a handful of air and drives the knife through the walker’s ear. It goes limp, falling back onto the bed and returning to its state as a corpse. Carol climbs back, panting, her chest tight.

The rest of the room hits her then, cold light filters in through the curtains as her eyes sweep the room. There’s so much blood. It soaks the bedding, and the mattress, and the unmistakable stench of death and rotting flesh pierce her nose. On the floor next to the bed, purple and veiny with a long white cord protruding from its center is the placenta.

“Carol?” Ezekiel’s voice cuts through the horror and she turns to look at him, the shock evident on his face. “Carol that - that woman is tied to the bed.”

Her eyes scrape across the floor and up the bloody bed to the bedpost. Sure enough one of the woman’s arms is tied to the post with a length of rope.

“Do you still think all was well here?” Ezekiel frowns.

“Of course not.” Carol snaps, her eyes narrowing at the implications her husband is making. “But Daryl didn’t do anything wrong if that’s what you’re saying.”

“Carol,” Ezekiel says. “He’s been out here alone for five years. He would hardly be the first man to be driven to insanity by it. Especially after Rick. This world - it does things to people far more stable then Daryl.”

“He isn’t insane.” Carol snaps, her voice wavering.

“He showed up in the middle of the night, in the pouring rain covered in someone else's blood and with a newborn who was an hour from death.” Ezekiel says. “And now, there’s a woman tied to a bed in the middle of the woods.”

“She’s tied to the bed because she- she was a walker.” Carol’s voice raises unsteadily. “He couldn’t put her out, she died and he couldn’t put her out so he tied her to the bed. He - he loved her so much that he couldn’t bring himself to put her out before she turned. He - he’s broken not cruel. Never never speak of him like that again.” She’s shaking now, anger at Ezekiel and pain for Daryl coursing through her like hot lava. She turns away from her husband then, back to the body, and lets tears come to her eyes. Ezekiel was right about one thing. This cabin, this bedroom, it was hell. But it had been hell for Daryl too.

“Now help - help me get her covered.” Carol manages. The woman’s body - no Leah’s body is naked from the waist down, a dignity no woman so loved who had a death so dark should have to face. “The - the dresser, check for clothes or a spare blanket or something.”

“Sure thing.” Jerry says, startling her as he moves around Ezekiel over to the dresser. She hadn’t even heard him enter the house. “You want me to grab some extras to take with us?”

“What?” Carol frowns, pulling her eyes away from the sight on the bed over to Jerry’s unusually somber form.

“Extra clothes for her.” Jerry says, holding up a couple t-shirts. “You know, in case Daryl wants to see her?”

The thought that Daryl might want to see Leah again hadn’t occurred to Carol. She nods “Yeah. Just - just in case. Ezekiel go grab some of Daryl’s things.” Ezekiel doesn’t argue or say anything, he simply joins Jerry at the dresser.

Carol takes her knife and approaches the bed, ever so gently she slides the blade between Leah’s wrist and the rope bindings and cuts her free. Jerry helps her ease a long loose skirt onto her and then wrap her in a clean sheet. Now that she’d been put out Leah looked almost peaceful even under the blood and dirt.

“Jerry can - can you take her to the horses?” Carol asks.

“Sure thing.” Jerry says, pulling the sheet over Leah’s face and lifting the body carefully.

Once he’s gone, Ezekiel approaches Carol carefully. “Are you okay?”

“No.” Carol says. “I - my best friend has been through hell. This woman - Leah, died scared, and in pain, in the worst way imaginable and - and Daryl… I’m afraid this may have broken him, and you’re here, convinced he’s some sort of insane captor.”

“Carol -” “Don’t.” She snaps. “Just - I need a minute. I’m going to find some of the baby’s things, just give me some space. Find a rope for the dog.”

“Right…” Ezekiel agrees, stepping back and leaving her alone in the room.

Carol looks around, in another life, this bedroom would have been cozy. The bed is pushed against one wall, a thick quilt hanging loosely off of it. Under the blood she can make out a gentle flowered pattern on the sheets. On the nightstand is a cracked picture frame, Carol picks it up, it’s Leah and a little boy, smiling at the camera. She slides it into her bag, Daryl might want that. There’s a braided rug on the floor, and a cracked mirror on one wall. In another life thinking of Daryl here with a woman he loved would have made her happy. He wasn’t alone out here, broody and dark as she’d always feared. He’d had what she always wanted for him, love, companionship. How had it all gone so horrible wrong?

In the opposite corner of the room is a small cradle, with a baby blanket draped over the side. Carol crosses to it and picks it up, it’s faded and probably scavenged but it had been placed here with love and hope. Next to the cradle is a small cardboard box filled with baby clothes, Carol picks it up. There’s a mix of sizes and styles, whatever they’d been able to find Carol guesses.

Why hadn’t they come to the Kingdom? Or Alexandria? Or any of the communities? The question burns in her as she looks down at the tiny scavenged clothes, tears welling in her eyes.

She’d last seen him a little more than six months ago. Leah would definitely have known she was pregnant and yet he hadn’t even told Carol he was in a relationship. Had he not trusted her enough?

“Oh Daryl.” She whispers, swallowing hard and holding the box tightly.

“Are you ready?” Ezekiel’s voice asks carefully from the doorway, she turns back to him, tears silent on her cheeks. “Are - what’s wrong?”

“I - I don’t understand.” Carol admits. “He -I spend so much time worrying about him. Worried about him alone out here, that -that he’d be hurt or - or just… alone and - and he had this whole life he didn’t say anything about… - and don’t say anything about this being malicious, it’s - it’s not.”

“Okay.” Ezekiel says quickly, raising his hands in a surrender. “Maybe - maybe it wasn’t his doing.”

“What -what do you mean?” Carol frowns.

“Maybe it was her?” Ezekiel suggests. “Maybe she didn’t want him to say anything.”

“Maybe.” Carol wipes her eyes with the back of her free hand and holds the box of clothes out to Ezekiel. “I - I need to talk to him, but I - I don’t want to make things worse. I just - I wish I could understand.”

“Yeah.” Ezekiel says, relieving her of the box of clothes. “You ready?”

“Just -just a second.” Carol says, going over to the bed and pulling one of the pillow cases off.

“What are you doing?” Ezekiel frowns.

“I - I want to take the placenta.” Carol explains, kneeling next to the organ. “I want -I want Dr. Jones to take a look at it. Maybe she can get some answers from it.”

“You want her to do an autopsy?” Ezekiel asks. “Carol, this woman died in childbirth, women have been dying in childbirth since the beginning of time. Do we need more answers then that?”

“I don’t know.” Carol admits, carefully wrapping the organ in the pillowcase and tying it off. “But I - I owe it to Daryl to at least try. Okay?”

“Okay.” Ezekiel says warily, but at least he’s not arguing with her, maybe he’s learned that today isn’t the day.

“Come on.” Carol sniffles, standing back up. “Let's get home.”

#the walking dead #the walking dead fanfic #daryl dixon fan fic #daryl dixon fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #daryl dixon #leah shaw #carol peletier #king ezekiel #ezekiel sutton #daryl/leah #daryl x leah #fic; family portrait

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sadslay · 7 months

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- BASOREXIA ⋆☆ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(n.) the overwhelming desire, or sudden urge, to kiss someone.

warnings — set during s1 ep6, very short (sorry), light nsfw content

daryl hadn’t known you for long, no more then a few weeks at most but in the short time he had known you, he felt as though he’d known you for years. thanks to not only his brother’s judgements but also his own, he believed you to be some entitled snob that would never looked twice in his direction. his jaw had just about hit the ground when he had discovered you had both grown up in the same neighbourhood, even went to the same community school before him and merle had moved away.

he could never describe the way he felt around you. daryl had always understood he was never smart, not in the ways that mattered or not in the ways that would impress you but he was sure - so goddamn sure - that were was a word or two to describe the way he’d felt about you in the short time he had come to know you. the word daryl was searching for - but would never find - was basorexia.

sitting on a countertop behind a rounded table, watching the others cheer and pour drinks brought a sense of familiarity to you. it reminded you of a simpler time. you focused on lori and rick as they playfully bickered on weather or not their son should try some of the red wine dale was serving, but daryl - who sat beside you, nursing a bottle of beer- was entirely focused on you. the way you looked under the white led lighting of the cdc bunker and the way you giggled as carl pushed away the small cup of wine he had just tried. everything you did was perfect in his eyes, absolutely everything.

“you gonna share that bottle dixon?” you queried, gently nudging into his shoulder as you flashed him cheeky grin.

daryl let out a breathy chuckle, not saying a word before handing you the brown bottle, watching you intently as you brought the bottle up to your lips.

“you should stick to soda pop kid.” shane mumbled as daryl stood up to walk around the table, in hopes to secure another bottle as the current one had almost run out.

“not you glenn.” daryl smiled - that was one of the first times you had seen him genuinely smile - leaning in to grab another bottle before teasing, “keep drinkin’ little man, i wanna see how red your face can get.”

“it seems to me we haven't thanked our host properly.” rick spoke, standing up to look at the man who had reluctantly let us in an hour or so prior.

“he is more than just our host.” t-dog smiled, raising his glass of red wine.

“booyah!” daryl cheered, raising a bottle of spirits into the air before sitting back down beside you, offering you a sip of the new liquor.

you placed the empty bottle of beer beside you before taking the bottle what you assumed was whiskey and cheering, “booyah!” before taking a swig.

“so when are you gonna tell us what the hell happened here, doc?” shane asked, breaking the cheers and thanks coming from around the room, and almost instantly everyone fell quiet. “all the ah the other doctors that were supposed to be figuring out what happened, where are they?” he asked, looking at the lone scientist.

“we're celebrating, shane.” rick answered quickly, sitting back down beside his son. “don't need to do this now.” he added.

“whoa, wait a second. this is why we're here, right?” shane asked rhetorically, looking at rick before continuing. “this was your move, supposed to find all the answers but instead we uh we found him.” shane explained, his very tome and expression seeming on edge and untrusting. “found one man. why?”

“well, when things got bad, a lot of people just left. went off to be with their families and when things got worse, when the military got overrun, the rest bolted.” the scientist explained, the entire mood shifting.

“every last one?” shane asked sarcastically.

“no, many couldn't face walking out the door. they... opted out. there was a rash of suicides. that was a bad time.” the scientist continued, his voice shaky as he explained the fate of the cdc.

“you didn't leave. why?” andrea asked, placing her half empty glass of wine onto the crowded table.

“i just kept working. hoping to do some good.” he explained.

“dude, you are such a buzzkill, man.” glenn groaned, looking at shane as he slumped back into his chair.

later that night, after every had begun settling in for the night you found yourself lying awake in a sleeping bag a meter or so away from glenn. your hair was still damp from the warm shower you had no more then an hour prior. you pulled yourself up from the sleeping bag, wrapping your arms around your chest before wandering out into the hallway to find all but one light left on. daryls room. the door had been left open, allowing you to lean up against the doorframe as you watched daryl pull a clean shirt over his head and shoulders before noticing the brown bottle by the head of his sleeping bag.

“still hoggin’ the bottle huh dixon?” you giggled, causing daryl to spin around as the rest of his shirt fell down his torso.

he weakly scoffed as his eyes traced up and down your body, most of your legs exposed from the shorts you had found in some drawers while a baggy shirt hid most of your figure.

“d’yer reckon we could find the rest of ‘is stash?” you asked eagerly, looking up at daryl as a breathy chuckle fell from his lips.

“nah, yer cut off woman.” he chortled, as you walked further into his room “yer already drunk as i am.” daryl added.

your eyebrows almost immediately pinched together as you dramatically scoffed, “that shower sobered me up real good.” you teased, bending down to grab the bottle before taking a sip of the room temperature liquor. “‘n what would be so wrong with that?” you asked, folding your arms across your chest.

“nothin’!” he defended, his hands weakly rising into the air before dropping back by his side. “s’just you look like you can’t handle your booze is all.” daryl teased.

you dropped down onto the near by couch as you slurred, “i can handle my liquor jus’ fine.”

closely you watched daryl as he plopped down beside you, taking the brown bottle from your hand before taking another swig.

“women can never handle their liquor.” he mumbled, a weak laugh escaping his lips, making you frown.

“dixon.” you mumbled, looking across to his eyes as they remained focused on the bottle in front of him. “that sounds like a challenge.” you smirked causing the man to look up with a devilish grin plastered on his lips.

he extended his arm, offering the bottle to you. you took the bottle from daryl causing a soft giggle to leave your lips as you brought the rim of the bottle up to your mouth. taking another swig of the brown liquor - burning your throat - you rested the bottle in your lap.

“yer gonna be wasted.” he noted, trying to hide the grin sneaking onto his lips.

“you’ve never even seen me drink,” i scoffed, “for all you know i could’ve been a drunk before all of this rubbish.” i added, handing the bottle back to daryl as he shuffled a little closer.

“‘cept i do, yer told me ‘bout an hour ago that you barely had your first drink before the world went to shi-.” daryl teased, his words cut off as your hand covered his mouth, quietly shushing him.

“i told you that in confidence, and i said first legal drink.” you pouted as daryl’s hand lifted up to connect with yours that was still covering the majority of his mouth.

you could feel daryls breath on the palm of your hand as he let out a small chuckle but as his hands slowly began to peel yours away from his mouth, his lips began to purse, leaving a soft kiss on your skin. you watched him as his lips continued further down your wrist, his hand loosening before finally letting go to reattach at the base of your neck, pulling you closer to him as you lips met. quicker then you could have ever imagined the kiss grew heated and passionate as you found yourselves pulling each other closer. in an act of desperation you pulled yourself onto his lap, resting your knees on either sides of his hips as you sat down on his lap, but it still didn’t feel close enough.

when you had suddenly pulled your lips away from daryls, leaving him confused and afraid that he had overstepped, but as your hands cradled his cheeks and a smile began to creep onto your lips he was left in a state of confusion.

“been waitin’ for yer to do this for a while.” you grinned, your eyes wandering around daryls face, admiring every little detail thanks to the close proximity.

“thought you were only doin’ this cause you’d been drinkin’.” he answered glumly, his hands still loosely hovering over your hips.

you shrugged weakly, a smirk creeping onto your lips as you whispered, “needed some liquid courage.” before your lips connected to his prickled jawline.

“scared of me huh?” he asked, his grip tightening around your waist as your delicate kisses began to tickle his skin.

“m’not scared of you.” you mumbled into the crook of his neck, slowly beginning to work your way back to his lips.

but just as you went to reconnect your lips, daryl slightly pulled away, his eyebrows pinched together as he whispered, “ya think i’d say no to yer?”

you stayed silent, shyly nodding. heavy breaths filled the room as a weak muffled scoff left daryls lips. you let out a little chuckle at your own foolish mind for getting in the way of an action you had been wanting to pursue for some time now.

“didn’t think i was your type.” you commented, combing a piece of hair out of your face before your hand reattached to the base of daryl’s neck.

“didn’t think i was ya type either.” he breathlessly chuckled, his hands remaining firmly gripped onto your waist.

a soft giggle left your lips as your lips momentarily connected with daryls before pulling away to whisper, “your one hundred percent my type.” you smiled, your very words making daryl scoff in disbelief before your lips reconnected with his.

daryl was in heaven on earth. he had never imagined this happening and now with you on his lap, your mouth slowly beginning to part from his lips as you trailed down his chin and jaw, your entire body now beginning to slide down. his chest rose and fell heavily as you rested on your knees, your hands now beginning to fiddle with his belt buckle.

“ya- yer don’ have ta-“ a groan slipped from daryls lips as you began to peel away his jeans, the very action sending him into a euphoric state and with you on your knees before him, something much more lustful and libidinous began to grow.

the following morning daryl woke up to you wrapped around his body, the sleeping bag - intended for one person use - was sprawled out over your two bodies, providing some warmth. your arms were wrapped around his torso, and your legs were intertwined with his. daryl looked down at you, admiring your soft delicate feature as you peacefully slept for the first time in months.

daryl thought you were so deep in sleep that nothing could possibly wake you, so when a strand of your hair fell across your face, tickling your nose and lips, daryls hand rose from his side. as he began to brush away your hair, your eyes began to flutter open, causing daryl to freeze as he trucked the strand of hair behind your ear.

“morning.” you grumbled, your arms pulling away from the warmth of daryls body to stretch.

“mornin’.” he hummed, following your actions of sitting up right, the pair of you sitting shoulder to shoulder. “yer hungover?” daryl teased, beginning to rub his face before combing his hair out of his face.

“shut up.”

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jesuschristt-thatsaprettyface · 8 months

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he just like me for real

#i rewatched this ep the other day and this line was a jumpscare ok i am living this #aside from not having a roomie to share my fics with lol #nick miller #new girl #twd #the walking dead #fan fiction #mine #rickyl #daryl dixon #daryl x rick

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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a/n: Welcome to my Daryl masterlist! Have fun reading! 😁

🏹 The Stranger with the Crossbow

🏹 Bottled Up Feelings

🏹 A Place to Stay?

🏹 A Close Call

🏹 Fate Can Be A Lousy Traitor / I'll Always Find You (Part Two)

🏹 Frozen Hearts?

🏹 Lost / Found (Part Two)

🏹 Eyes on You

🏹 Reunion

🏹 Missed Chances / You're My Destiny (Part Two)

🏹 A Touch of Destiny?

🏹 Dilemmas

🏹 Against the Wall (18+)

🏹 Sinful Distraction

🏹 It's Okay To Be Scared

🏹 Into Shards

🏹 New Old World

🏹 Crossing Lines

🏹 Time To Get A Grip (18+)

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon imagine #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead fan fic

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imyourbratzdoll · 11 months

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Hiiii 🤭💗

Quick request for the little Rick and Darly edging reader thingy we talked about? 🥺💗

Love you sweetie 👉🏼👈🏼💗

hey baby! I hope you like it, and I apologise for the lack of details, I love you.

summary - rick and daryl kidnap you on a run, deciding to edge you for no reason.

warning - smut, edging, dubcon, dark, overstimulation, kidnapping.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Everything had happened so fast. One minute, you were scavenging for food in a local grocery store, and the next, you woke tied to a chair, waking to two very handsome men standing before you. You couldn’t ignore the throbbing between your legs. How could they exist? You completely forgot about the fact that they had practically kidnapped you and tied you to a chair.

“Well. Look who’s finally up.” Daryl grumbles, alerting Rick and causing him to come over and kneel in front of you. Your cunt throbs as your eyes connect with his pretty blue ones.

“Great to see that you’re finally awake, darlin’. You know, you shouldn’t be wandering around all alone. It’s not safe.” Rick smirks and your eyes flicker down to a tiny remote being held between his hands, and you slowly look back up, finding him staring at you, smirking. “Are you curious about this little thing? Hmm?” You bite your bottom lip, holding back a whimper as you nod, squeezing your thighs together before noticing something weird trapped between them.

“Why even explain it to a dumb girl like her? Just turn the damn thing on already.” Daryl grunts, coming closer and yanking the remote from Rick’s hands, turning the device on before chucking it back, leaning against the wall with a smirk as he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head, a shocked moan falling from your lips. “See, wasn’t that hard.”

Rick rolls his eyes but grins as you squirm, clutching the arms of the chair, rocking your hips back and forth. “I did want to drag the beginning out, but Daryl obviously didn’t.” Rick looks back at the man before turning to you. His eyes watch as your back arches, and you whine loudly, feeling your core tighten and your swollen clit throb. A sob escapes you as Rick presses another button, and the vibrations suddenly stop. Daryl chuckles as Rick pouts. “Aww, is the little slut desperate to cum?” You nod, and your tears roll down as you cry.

You continue to be edged, brought so close to the end, before the vibrations stop. You stare at the men, begging for them to finally give in. Your vision has become so blurry you no longer know who has the remote. All you can feel is the pulses against your clit, driving you insane. “P–please, please let me cum!” Your hair sticks to your forehead, your head is thrown back into the chair, and your hips lift, trying to escape the toy, but no matter what you do, you can’t.

Daryl and Rick look at each other with a smirk before they both up the vibrations, putting it on the highest level and sit back to watch you cum apart, your juices squirt out of you as you scream. Your vision goes back as you black out. Rick and Daryl untie you and lift your body, deciding you deserve to be with them.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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ultimatebethylficlist · 2 months

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#BHF23: Valentine's Day

It's time to celebrate the most romantic, sweetest, sexiest day of the year with some Bethyl fics! Thank you to those who contributed!

Love Letters:

Can You See Right Through Me? by @mistressheroine

Beth and Daryl come across a white wooden house nestled in the woods while looking for shelter from an oncoming storm and a herd of agitated walkers. With Alexandria too far to reach before nightfall, they decide to stay the night. Inside they find a wooden box containing a stack of old love letters with a note saying they hope the story contained within will help them to realise just how powerful hope and love truly are. Beth convinces Daryl to read them with her and they find more than just an old love story hidden within the pages. Could this be the thing that will finally bring them together? Written for the Bethyl Holiday Fest 2023 Valentine's Day prompt 'Love Letters'.

Silent Valentine by olpie09 (@olpie)

After their New Year's Eve kiss, Daryl and Beth begin to exchange notes and their relationship grows into something more. Inspired by Bethyl Holidays Fest 2023 prompt: Love Letters

#bethyl #bhf23 #bhf2023 #bethylholidayfest23 #bethylholidayfest2023 #bethyl fan fic #bethyl fanfiction #beth and dary #beth greene and daryl dixon

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danddymaro · 1 year

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Life | Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 566

You both talking about life

more sweet stuff

Life

"That is the most horrible thing I've ever heard," you say with a hint of horror before you break out into a low chuckle, "Daryl Dixon your life has been absolute dog shit," you muse while shaking your head, and he doesn’t fight back.

He simply lifts his drink before muttering a small, “Oh yeah...”

He had no reason to deny it, you already knew it.

His old stories were always touched with a few outlandish details that always had you stunned, no matter how prepared you thought you were.

- Especially the ones with Merle.

"- And I thought I had it bad..." you add softly, slightly grimacing.

You felt like you took too much for granted now.

- All it had to take was an apocalypse.

he looked down at the cup in his hand, the little ripples in it interesting,

"Not enough butlers?" he questioned you, and you laughed hard, doubling over.

"Butlers?" you say with surprise.

"You were a rich girl, right?" he says with a halfcocked grin.

"I don't know what in the world makes you think that," you mutter. "I wish I had been though," you sigh.

Who wouldn’t have wanted to be?

" I wasn't dirt poor, but I sure as fuck wasn't rich," you tell him.

"But you know what?" you then hummed out fondly, remembering.

"My family was good to me," you reveal, "We didn't have as much as everyone else, but what we did have came from their hard work, " you told him. "Of course, I was still young when this all started," you proceeded.

"I was still in college, trying to figure out how I would take care of them..." you drifted off.

“Cramming through tests, working a shitty little job too...” you recall.

"Preparing for a future that was never happening," you said while finishing the last of what you had before throwing yourself back onto the ground to stare up at the sky.

You then laughed, " By now I had planned to get my degree...get married, and have my first kid, you know the typical stuff. " embarrassed, you closed your eyes.

“Livin’ the dream...” you softly whispered.

"And now here I am," you uttered with a touch of disappointment.

It’d all been one big waste.

You’d worked for nothing, and your parents were long gone.

"Well, I planned on being nowhere," he admitted, finishing his drink and doing the same as you had, his arms crossed behind his back.

"- Dead really," he added with a shrug because he’d long accepted it. That was where most people like him ended up anyways.

"And now here I am," he said, " ‘Doesn't always work out the way you plan it," he tells you, and you couldn't agree more.

"My gosh, yes," you said with a long exhale, chuckling as you strain to find a single star.

"It's not all that bad though..." you start.

"no school loans," you peep.

- Before you were sure you were gonna drown in them.

"And well..." you then breathe, looking over to him, " I got to meet you," you say and he immediately snorts in dismissiveness.

"Yeah. that sure makes up for all this bullshit huh?" he asks you jokingly, and you smile,

"Actually, yeah," you say sweetly.

He has no retort back but a little huff and an eyeroll that makes you giggle.

Anytime you say something remotely related he does that, and you’re not sure he really believes you.

- One day he will though.

He had a thick skull, but luckily you were patient.

life's not what you expected, none of it is, but somewhere in between, you'd met Daryl, and somehow, laying there on that little patch of grass beneath the starless night felt perfect.

Somehow, It felt worth it.

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|| Daryl Dixon x Maddie Green || TWD Rewrite || TAGLIST || • DADDIE🎶 • SHIPS OF YAIN •

Season One

Chapter 1 - Days Gone Bye

Chapter 2 - Guts

Chapter 3 - Tell It to the Frogs

Chapter 4 - Vatos

Chapter 5 - Wildfire

Chapter 6 - TS-19

Season Two

Chapter 7 - What Lies Ahead

Chapter 8 - Bloodletting

Chapter 9 - Save the Last One

Chapter 10 - Cherokee Rose

Chapter 11 - Chupacabra

Chapter 12 - Secrets

Chapter 13 - Pretty Much Dead Already

Chapter 14 - Nebraska

Chapter 15 - Triggerfinger

Chapter 16 - 18 Miles Out

Chapter 17 - Judge, Jury, Executioner

Chapter 18 - Better Angels

Chapter 19 - Beside the Dying Fire

Season 3

Chapter 20 - Seed

Chapter 21 - Sick

Chapter 23 - Walk with Me

Chapter 24 - Killer Within

Chapter 25 - Say the Word

Chapter 26 - Hounded

Chapter 27 - When the Dead Come Knocking

Chapter 28 - Made to Suffer

Chapter 29 - The Suicide King

Chapter 30 - Home

Chapter 31 - I Ain't a Judas

Chapter 32 - Clear

Chapter 33 - Arrow on the Doorpost

Chapter 34 - Prey

Chapter 35 - This Sorrowful Life

Chapter 36 - Welcome to the Tombs

Season Four

Chapter 37 -

Season Five

Season Six

Season Seven

Season Eight

Season Nine

Season Ten

Season Eleven

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Forgotten Innocence

Chapter 2: ~ Sylvia Bennet ~

The next day, Silas and I were introduced to the people that had arrived, Rick, Shane and Carl's entire group had shown up early in the morning and were greeted with the news that Carl would be fine, but they were the only people happy. The Greene family were mourning the loss of their loved one and so we held a memorial for Otis.

I was folding up Silas and I's blankets that we used the night prior when Maggie walked in. "You don't need to do that, you two can just keep sleepin' there. I talked with my daddy and he said he was fine with the two of ya'll stayin' inside-"

"Actually Maggie, Silas and I might head out," I told Maggie. She was shocked, to say the least as she stared at me in confusion. "We don't know these people, we don't know you. It's best we get out of all of your ways." I explained.

Maggie shook her head. "You ain't a problem to us at all. Ya'll are quiet, and as long as ya'll help around the farm there won't be any problems. We're happy to help that group and we're happy to help ya'll too." She walked over to me and stopped me from folding the sheets. "Please stay, I could use with someone my age hanging 'round here."

"Please Sylvie. Please can we stay?" Silas begged. I could see Maggie smiling at me from the corner of my eye.

I sighed before nodding my head. "We'll stay," I announced. Silas ran over to me and hugged me before giving Maggie a hug. It was safe to safe that overnight Maggie had grown close to us and was more willing to help out. "What can we do to help?" I asked Maggie.

"Well Silas can come and try this food I made, and you can help me wash the dishes." Maggie deadpanned. I glared at the back of her head as we followed her into the kitchen. "I was thinking about going for a run into town if you'd like to tag along, Beth would happily look after Silas for you," Maggie told me as she threw me a towel.

I started drying some of the dishes on the counter whilst Maggie continued washing. "Sure, I have to get some things for me and Silas, and besides I think he may have a crush on Beth." I teased the boy sitting at the table.

He yelled with a mouthful of food, "I do not!" Maggie and I laughed at his response. "But Beth is really pretty though." He admitted his face bright red.

"Well, I think ya' out of luck little man. Bethy has a boyfriend." Silas pouted. "And besides, you're too young for a girlfriend. My daddy would have a fit if I was running 'round tryna find myself a boyfriend at your age."

Dale came rushing inside. "There's a walker in your well." He panted. Maggie took one look at me before drying her hands and following Dale back outside.

"I like it here Sylvie, everyone's so nice. I can't wait until Carl wakes up and then we can be best friends." Silas handed his finished dishes to me as he talked.

I stopped Silas as he went to walk outside. "Stay inside until Maggie comes back okay? If you want you can help me clean up." I told Silas. He whined at my response and trudged back over to me. "When anything happens outside you come back in here okay? Keep yourself out of danger." I informed him.

As time went on when I finished drying off one of the dishes Silas would put it away and that continued on until I finished and then Maggie returned, only she looked more pale and ill. "You alright?" I asked the sickly-looking girl.

"I'm fine. We should head out now, Beth's in her room Silas." Silas ran off up the stairs and I followed Maggie out of the house. "You rode a horse before?"

"Once, when I was like twelve." I watched as she untied the horses from their posts and then hopped on her own. I mimicked her actions of getting up before awkwardly sitting on it.

The ride to town was short, but it felt long as I struggled to control the animal. "Ya' havin' fun?" Maggie called out from in front of me.

"Something like that," I responded. I held on tightly to the horse's reins as we slowed to a stop at the pharmacy. The pharmacy had already been raided of most of its important things, but I still packed a few extras that I thought could be useful. "What else was on that list?" I approached Maggie as she stared down at the bit of paper in confusion. She showed me what was on an individual note. "Pregnancy tests? Wow."

I walked over to the feminine hygiene sections and threw her the box of pregnancy tests before picking up some condoms. "Why are you gettin' that. You got a boyfriend out there? Is that why you were tryna' run away so soon?" Maggie questioned.

"The last thing those people need is another child, I'm sure they'll be thankful that I'm getting these," I replied as I shoved them in her bag.

I returned to looking through some more items. "Do you ever think 'bout it?" Maggie asked as she walked beside me.

"About what?"

"Sex." I paused in my place as I turned around to look at her. "I mean, don't you get lonely out there? I know I do, wouldn't it just be nice to relax and get down and dirty?"

"Never really thought about it before, with Silas and all the last thing I'm worried about is sex." I shrugged my shoulders. I went to exit the pharmacist when Maggie said something that stopped me.

“Silas isn’t here now.” I frowned at her response and turned around to see her staring at me. “It’s just us two and this place is empty.” Maggie took slow strides as she made her way over to me.

Her eyes flickered down to my lips and suddenly everything happened fast. Her lips were on mine before I could even register what was going on.

I caved into my urges and kissed the farmers daughter back. Her lips were surprisingly smooth like she had freshly used chapstick.

Her hands found their way to the back of my head as she ran her fingers through my hair. My own hands found their place on her waist as I slowly teased the skin showing. Maggie pulled away from the kids to pull her shirt up before doing the same to my own. “You are so perfect.” She mumbled as she looked me up and down.

I looked around behind us before nodding in the direction of the back of the pharmacy. “Probably shouldn’t do this out here.” I told her as I grabbed her hand and pulled her along behind me.

Maggie smirked at my words. “Ya’ that are ya’?” As we entered the room I closed the door and pressed her up against it. My lips found hers once again and then I slowly trailed down to her neck. “Not there. Don’t want daddy to find out.” She panted.

I placed my lips lower until they reached her chest where I sucked at the skin. I reached around her back and undid her bra and allowed it to fall.

With her tits on full display, my hands reached up to caress them. I leaned down and licked at her one of her hardened nipples while I fondled with the other one in my hand. My kisses then followed down her stomach until I reached the waistband of her pants. “You sure about this?” I asked.

Her hooded eyes were watching my every movement as she nodded her head. “I’m certain.” Maggie confirmed. With that being said, I helped Maggie shimmy out of her pants, her underwear coming along with them. Teasing her, I kissed her thigh close to her private area drawing out the session even longer. “You’re driven’ me crazy here.”

I took one finger and slid it though her folds, her wetness coming off and onto my finger. “You been thinking about this for a while have you?” I teased. Maggie shook her head and smiled at me.

I pushed her legs so she was stood with them apart a little before leaning forward. Spreading her folds and revealing to me her most sensitive area, my head dipped for and I flicked my tongue against her bud. The moan Maggie let out was one of surprise as she gripped onto my hair.

After hearing her reaction, I tried it once again, this time taking a longer stride as I got a taste of her wetness.

With Maggie pushing holding me close, I finally gave in to watch she wanted and lapped at her clit. Her moans were muffled as she covered he mouth with her hand, but I still enjoyed it nonetheless.

I sucked on her sensitive bud and alternated between doing that and licking. I then eased a finger in her hole and slowly pushed it in further. With one hand in her vagina, I kept the other one on her stomach to hold her in place.

I hummed as she let out a louder moan when I moved my finger. The vibration from my mouth adding to Maggie’s pleasure. I slid another finger in and began to thrust them in an out.

My eyes were glued to Maggie’s face as she had her head resting against the door. One hand was still on the back of my head whilst the other was pressed into the wall, occasionally she would grip at it in the hopes of getting some leverage. She looked ethereal as she moaned. With her eyes shut tightly and her mouth left hanging open.

“Damn Sylvia, ya’ really know how to use ya’ mouth, don’t ya’?” Maggie groaned. “I’m gonna cum soon.” Her voice grew higher as she got closer and closer to that bubble bursting.

My hand thrusted faster and my tongue flicked quicker as I urged her into her release. The feeling of her clenching around my fingers and her much louder moans signaled to me that she was cumming.

The grip she had on my hair was tight as she came on my fingers. Her breathing was heavy and her chest moved up and down. I pulled my fingers out after drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible, my fingers coated in her cum.

“You’re turn now.”

The ride back to the farm was tense; after our session in the pharmacy, no words were exchanged. "So-"

"Don't spoil it." Maggie cut me off before I could get my words out.

"I wasn't gonna talk-"

"Look, it was a one-time thing, that's all." Maggie hopped off her horse and walked away, leaving me to tie the horses up to their posts on my own. I watched as she walked up to her father and strikes up a short conversation with him before marching back into the house.

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Maybe Someday

Daryl Dixon x Reader

A/N: It's been a while since I wrote for Daryl, but thanks to my bestie @kazosa an idea came to life, so here we are. Wasn't sure who to tag, so just tagged those who I know used to read my TWD fics.

Summary: With the fighting done, and the Commonwealth holding steady under the leadership of his group, Daryl still finds himself feeling restless. An old friend, from before the fall, plagues his mind and he thinks maybe it's time to finally find out if she survived.

WC: 6.5K

Warnings: Language.

Tags: @kazosa @wings-of-a-raven @twdsunshine @valeriiecameron @jodiereedus22 @rhyatt-deauxtreve

The roar of his bike down the graveyard highway wasn’t loud enough to drown out his thoughts. Daryl thought once he hit that open stretch, with no car coffins of the dead, he may be able to hit the throttle hard enough to escape the notion he was doing the wrong thing. It felt wrong in his gut to leave everyone behind, especially with all that happened as the Commonwealth fell under new leadership. His friends could use his help, and the kids—Judith and RJ—already lost one father, they didn’t need to lose him, too. He had done everything he could to keep them all safe for so long. He needed to be there for them now. He also knew that if he didn’t take care of himself, he wouldn’t be at his best for them. He felt used up and tired. He couldn’t feel that way and be there for the kids. No way he could make mistakes with them around.

Daryl wasn’t planning on leaving forever, either. Until he got his head right and got back, he knew Carol would be there, and they’d be okay. It hadn’t been an easy decision to go, but through all the years since the world fell, he’d had a thought nagging at the back of his mind. Through all the horrors of battles won and lost, with all the blood that had been spilled in the last ten years, she should have been the furthest thing from his mind. Yet, there she was. Her name itched the back of his brain, irritating him in the worst possible moments. Her face still haunted his dreams, and he would wake with the guilt of knowing he had left her behind.

In the years since, he convinced himself she hadn’t made it. That was how he got on with every day, doing what was necessary for his new-found family to survive. He rarely worried about his own life; he didn’t before the world fell, why would he now? Then, he met them all. He met Glen and Rick, and Hershel and Maggie. They fought like hell, side by side, in some of the most terrifying situations; and most times, they won because they had stuck together. Now, there was some quiet. Some assemblance of real peace. That’s when (Y/N)’s face came back into his dreams, and her name started to itch again. He never really let her go, just like he never really let Rick go.

Carol caught him one night, out in the Plaza at the Commonwealth. It was after the mess had been cleaned up, and those who had been in charge were now nothing but a memory. Weeks had passed and he just couldn’t find that sense of contentment that most of the others had. When his best friend asked him why, he absently said her name and had realized he said it allowed. Carol asked a few more questions, and Daryl’s dam of memories with (Y/N) crashed open. After an hour of recounting story after story about their childhood together, Carol encouraged him to head down south.

“You’ll never be able to really be happy, Daryl. I know you. You carry these things with you and don’t know how to set them down. Yes, the chances that she’s still alive are small. But how many times have we thought that, and we were wrong. Hell, you dug me a grave at the Prison, remember? I was stuck in that cell for days. You found me. I’m here because you wouldn’t give up. You found me.” She placed her hand on the knee of his ripped pants and gave it a squeeze. “If she is still stuck in your head, then at least go to give yourself some peace of mind. If she’s not there, then you know. If she is, then you know.”

It took him a few more days to convince himself to pack supplies for the trip. The Commonwealth had cleared a lot of the areas between there and where he was headed, so the risk was minimal, but not totally gone. RJ and Judith were okay with him going, as long as he promised to come back. No matter what, that would be a promise he would keep.

Two days on the road with clear pavement, he made good time before entering South Carolina. The dangerous part was going to be traversing the backroads to the southwest part of the state where he figured she would be. IF she was alive… IF she was STILL alive, that’s where she’d be.

The sun was setting, and with it the heat of the day started to fade. Daryl was grateful for the relief and began to slow the bike as he approached yet another abandoned small, one-stoplight town. Coming to a stop at the ghostly intersection, he had to make the choice to push on through the dark or try to find a safe place to hold up for the night. He could hear a few far off groans of the walkers, and thought he would be better to push on past this little hamlet, and maybe find a spot off the road to camp. (Y/N)’s family estate was maybe another hour further, going at the slower pace he was now.

He had only been there once, a million years ago, and never inside the place. She had called him on a rare night he and Merle had actually been home. There was a bad storm raging, and Merle had been too drunk already to even think about leaving the house that night, so of course, Daryl stayed in with him. Their father was on a bender somewhere in Atlanta, and it was a rare treat to have the place to themselves for an extended amount of time. So, when she called crying, asking him to pick her up on the corner by the gas station, his gut reaction was to say, no. Then he heard the fear in her voice and knew he could never leave her alone and afraid. Merle was too far gone to see Daryl steal the keys to the ratty old pickup truck, and he certainly didn’t notice when it started up and left the house.

Daryl found (Y/N) standing in the pouring rain, absolutely soaked to the bone. Make-up was running down her cheeks, but he didn’t know if it was from the rain or from her crying. She was visibly shaken, and when he asked her what happened she couldn’t answer him at first. He had known her since they were five years old, and in all those years between he had never seen her like this. (Y/N) was normally tough and stoic. She wasn’t one of those girls that showed a lot of emotion. If she fell off her bike, she never cried. The time she fell out of the stupid fort they tried to build and broke her arm, she waved it off and walked home without a complaint. (Y/N) wasn’t a neglected kid, at least not like him and Merle had been. Daryl didn’t always know the extent of what she dealt with at home, but he knew she was broken like he was, even as kids. Maybe that’s why they stayed close for so long. They could see that in each other.

Being so deep in thought about (Y/N), Daryl wasn’t paying enough attention to the road ahead, and it was nearly too late to swerve to avoid the old wreckage in the road, but he still was able to not hit the ancient station wagon that stood in his path. He veered enough to the left to avoid it, but not avoid laying down the bike completely.

“Shit!” he shouted, as he slid across the pavement away from the bike. Thankfully he had slowed down a lot since the highway, but didn’t make it hurt any less, or mean that his bike hadn’t been damaged. He checked around him to see if the sound of the accident drew any attention from the dead. When he was sure it was safe, he got on his feet with a grunt and limped back to where his bike lay on the ground. Once he got it upright, he could see right away that it would need a few repairs before it would be safe to ride. “SHIT!” he growled again, then released a deep sigh from his chest.

A sharp, stinging pain in his left arm caused him to stop and check out the injury there. He couldn’t see how bad it was without taking off his leather jacket, but it had torn through enough to see blood. He took the rag from his back pocket and quickly tied it around his upper arm as a make-shirt tourniquet for the time being. It only took a second for him to realize the wound was almost in the same spot he’d been cut there before.

“Really hope she’s still alive and still there.” Despite being in pain, frustrated and tired, Daryl snorted a laugh when the memory popped into his head of the first time she had to tend to one of his injuries. “Gonna need her to stitch me up ag’in.”

“What the hell happened to you?” she asked, examining the cut above Daryl’s eye and the large gash he had on his arm. “Just what you need. More scars… Was it your dad again? Or Merle this time?”

“Neither. Stupidass Tommy Blake. He thought he’d be smart and try to start shit.”

“Clearly, he started it, but I hope you finished it. That guy deserves an ass kickin’.”

“Mhm,” Daryl grunted. “C’mon, stitch me up, would ya?” Daryl used his chin to nod at the yarn and hook she had sitting beside her on the porch swing.

(Y/N) looked over her shoulder to see what he was referring to. “That’s crocheting, you ass. I don’t know how to sew.”

“Same shit. C’mon, I’m bleedin’ all over mama’s precious porch here.”

“Good. I hope she sees it.” She grabbed his arm again to see how deeply he had been cut. “Seriously though, why me? Better off at the Urgent Care.”

“Got no cash. Besides, you do all that craft shit. I know you can do it.”

“I CROCHET Daryl, I don’t SEW.”

He rolled his eyes at her. “Whatever! Just grab a needle and thread, I’ll walk ya through it.”

That’s what she did. They sat on the porch swing on a late Georgia summer afternoon, and as she painstakingly sewed up the cut on his arm, he had to laugh at how her tongue peeked through her parted lips proving she was deep in concentration.

“Some time this century grandma, this ain’t no cotillion dress.”

“Fuck you. I’m going as fast as I can.”

“Mhm, sure. I think you just like touchin’ my arm,” he teased, knowing it would piss her off.

“I swear, I don’t want to hurt you, but I will punch you right in the stitches that are already done if you don’t shut up and let me work here.”

Daryl could hear a rumble of thunder far off in the distance, and began to walk his broken bike in the direction of where he hoped (Y/N) was. He hoped against all that told him she was already dead, that she would answer the door, and maybe help stitch him up again.

An hour by bike turned into nearly four while walking with the broken bike. It was well past midnight, but whatever storm had blown through was gone, and the sky was as clear as could be. He lucked out and had a nearly full moon that was able to guide him in the right direction. When the large, rambling estate finally came into view, he was surprised to see that it didn’t look as run down and abandoned as he worried it would be.

Finally reaching the wrought iron gate that stood a quarter mile between him and the front door of the home, Daryl leaned the bike against it and drew in a deep breath. His mind begged him to rest for a few minutes if for no other reason than to be ready to battle whatever came out of that house. It could be a house of walkers. It could be a house of people. Those people could NOT be (Y/N) and they could be armed to the teeth. You just never knew what to expect from this world anymore.

He took the pack from the bike and slung it over his shoulder. Daryl paused, and made sure his gun was still in place and checked to reassure himself it was fully loaded. His rough and scraped fingers touched against the set of knives he wore on his hip and then felt ready to go see what or who was living in the big house.

Staring up at the big iron gate, he could easily see the large chain and padlock that was on it. No big deal, it had never stopped him before. He began to walk the perimeter and found a spot where the ground rose up enough that he could make a jump, grab the top of the iron fencing and pull himself up. The pain in his arm screamed at him and he felt a gush of blood warm against the inside of his jacket, but paid it no mind.

Once he hoisted himself over the fence and onto the grounds, he ended up facing the side of the house. In one of the windows, he could see some faint light and the shadow of a person moving around. A small bit of hope grew. He rechecked that all his supplies and weapons were still in place, and headed in the direction of the light.

“Sure you don’t want me to take you further?” Daryl asked her. (Y/N) slowly shook her head. “Why not?”

“You know that my dad would have something to say if you brought me to the front door. He hates that I hang out with you.”

“Fuck him. He’s a dick.”

“You’re not wrong. But after everything that happened last night, I don’t need to deal with that, too.”

She had finally told him how Tommy Blake had turned on her and attacked her when she said she wouldn’t go have sex with him by the quarry. Daryl gritted his teeth the whole drive from their modest Georgia suburb to (Y/N)’s father’s house in South Carolina. He would have brought her back to his house, but with a drunk Merle lurking, who knows what would have happened.

“I hate it here,” she whispered and looked out the window at the oversized southern mansion.

“Shit, I’ll stay. You take the truck back and go home to the trailer and Merle.”

“Um, no.” She laughed. “Though, can’t really say your drunk brother would be a worse alternative to my drunk father. But at least here I have a room with a lock on the door.”

“He better not lay a hand on you. Why the hell you wanna come here anyway? I coulda just taken you home.”

“Nah,” she shook her head and sighed. “Mom is no better. She’ll just tell me to suck it up, was probably my fault anyway.”

“You know it wasn’t though, right? That asshole has it comin’ to him when I get back home.”

“Don’t bother, Daryl. He was so high he won’t even know or remember why you’re beatin’ his ass.”

“Like I care.”

“I need you to care. Okay? I’m not staying here forever. I will be back in Georgia soon. I just need to breathe. And when I get back, last thing I want to have to do is bail your ass out of jail.”

“Fine,” Daryl grunted. “You call me when you’re ready to come back. If I can steal the truck again, I’ll come’n get ya.”

(Y/N) got quiet again. She looked like she wanted to say more, but instead she just turned to him with a sad little smile and nodded. “Thank you.”

Daryl was within steps of the front porch. He never got the chance to climb the steps to knock. Whomever was inside must have heard him somehow and came downstairs to see who was lurking. Another faint light began to illuminate the room right beyond the front door. After a loud click of the interior lock, the front door opened a crack. The light from inside was enough for him to see the barrel of a shotgun sticking out.

“Who are you!?” a deeper, but female voice, called from inside.

“Name’s Daryl,” he called back and slowly raised both hands into the air so that whomever was inside could see he wasn’t carrying a weapon. “Lookin’ for a girl that used to live here.”

“Lots of people have passed through here in the years. We got an army inside, fully armed. So if you’re here to cause trouble–”

“Nah, just lookin’ for an old friend,” he yelled back. He wasn’t too scared of the threat, he figured if there had been an armed army inside, he would already be surrounded with guns pointed at his head. “Her name is (Y/N). Back before the world died, this was her dad’s house.”

Silence. The barrel of the shotgun never moved, nor did the door. A minute passed, and finally the gun was lowered and the door cracked open a bit more.

“Daryl, who? Daryl Dixon?”

A feeling of relief tore through his chest and despite everything he had been feeling, he smiled. “Yeah, Dixon.”

The door opened all the way, and the lights from inside spilled out onto the porch. (Y/N) stepped out into the night air. The way the shadows fell, her face was obscured from him, but Daryl would know her from anywhere.

“Had an accident on my way here. Ripped my arm open. Was hopin’ you could stitch me up, again.”

(Y/N) reached the top of the front steps, and this time the moonlight allowed him to see her face. She was older for sure, but the years hadn’t seemed to be too hard on her. She was still beautiful, and when her lips twitched into her crooked smile, he felt even more relieved.

“I don’t sew, you asshole. Thought we’ve been through this already.”

“Still got the magic tough,” Daryl laughed and snaked his now sewn up arm back through his leather jacket.

“I just–I can’t believe you’re alive. And here. Where… HOW are you here?”

“Figured if you were still standin’ you’d be standin’ here. At least I hoped.”

(Y/N) bit down on her lower lip and drew in a deep breath through her nose, slowly releasing it. “Yeah. Here I am. You look like you’ve been through Hell and back.”

“Close enough,” he mumbled, suddenly feeling shy and unsure of what to say. “It’s been rough. The group I got with, we had our troubles along the way. But it’s a strong group, I guess that’s why we made it.”

“Merle?”

Daryl hadn’t heard his brother’s name in a long time. Though it had been years since he had to put Merle down, it still stung. He lowered his head and shook it slowly. “He didn’t make it.”

“I’m sorry.” It was all she could manage to squeak out. The shock of seeing Daryl again was still fresh. She had thought he was long gone, though that didn’t stop her from thinking about him all the time. “I’m glad you’re here. Shocked, but glad. I have a room upstairs you can use. Take a hot shower. Are you hungry?”

“I could eat. But shower sounds better.”

“C’mon, I’ll show you the room. You get cleaned up and I can make you something to eat.”

Daryl finished cleaning up, put on a clean shirt from his pack and found his pants, now patched up, laying on the bed. He made his way back downstairs and slowly walked through the house looking for the kitchen. With each room he passed by or looked into, he was in awe of how well things seemed to hold up through the years. He had a million questions for her but didn’t want to push for answers. Finally, he pushed through a set of swinging doors and found himself standing in the kitchen. (Y/N) was at the island counter, slicing what looked like ham off the bone and piling it onto a hearty slice of bread that already had lettuce and some ripe tomatoes on it.

“Damn, looks good,” he said as he slowly made his way closer to her.

“Veg is from the garden out back. Been able to keep it going fairly well. Baked the bread this morning and the ham, well… a great sacrifice from one of the older piglets.”

“So, just you here?”

“Mhm. Wasn’t always just me. People have passed through, some stayed for a while. But after the last bunch, I stopped taking people in. Figured if they were this far into the pandemic, they could survive on their own.”

“Last bunch? Lemme guess… caused a whole lotta trouble?”

(Y/N) nodded without looking away from slicing the ham. She placed the other piece of bread on top and pushed the plate towards Daryl. “Eat up. Want a drink? Got water from the tap. Actually stays cold from the well. Or, I got whiskey.”

“Whiskey,” he said without hesitation before pulling the plate with the sandwich on it closer. He used both hands to pick up and took a big bite. It didn’t strike him until that moment that he hadn't eaten all day. Last meal was a can of beans over a campfire with a few hunks of stale bread. The Commonwealth hadn’t been hurting for food, but the rations he took for the trip didn’t last long.

(Y/N) rifled through the cabinets until she produced a clear decanter of whiskey and two crystal tumblers. She placed them on the counter and poured a hefty shot into each. “My grannie sure did love her crystal,” she said absently as she moved one of the glasses towards Daryl. “Lotta good it did her in the long run.”

They lifted their glasses and clicked the edges together. “To old friends,” she said. Daryl repeated her toast and they each downed the biting brown liquid.

Some brief small talk was exchanged while Daryl ate his sandwich, but when he was done, the kitchen got very quiet.

“Why are you really here, Daryl? And, where have you been all these years?”

“Been all over,” he said quietly. A flash flood of memories whipped through his mind, not really sure if he should start from the beginning and tell her all of it. “Now we’re staying in a large community north of here. The Commonwealth.”

(Y/N) let out a loud, snorting laugh and promptly refilled her glass. “Oh, I know the Commonwealth. Some of their,” she used her fingers in air quotes, “‘soldiers’ were the last group that I had here. Claimed to be recruiting for the community. But really they just wanted my land and the house. Heard them talking about how their leader would love the place. Just what she needed. When I told them no, they got hostile. For two days I battled to get them out of this place. When the last of ‘em finally left, I told them if they were ever spotted this far south again, I’d resurrect the Confederacy and reign hell down on them.”

Daryl laughed. “And they believed you?”

“I took out six of them before they could even blink. I think they got how serious I was.”

“Six? Shit. I trained to be one of those soldiers. They aren’t soft men and women.”

“No. They aren’t. But I’m harder and I won’t take shit from outsiders.”

“I can see that.”

“You never answered me. Why are you here, Daryl?”

Daryl cleared his throat, then reached for the decanter of whiskey. After another shot, he simply shrugged. “Wanted to know if you were still alive.”

Her gaze narrowed on him as if she didn’t believe him straight away. By all that he could see, it looked as if she survived fairly easily. The house wasn’t in a state of decay, she was clean, clothes neat, and still looked like she did all those years ago but she’d gotten harder than her fancy granite counters. It made him wonder how the girl he knew had become the woman before him.

“I’m alive. So are you, though, you look like you’ve been through it. You certainly look different. Last time I saw you, you weren’t a boy exactly, but you sure are a man now.”

“Yeah, well. I didn’t have a fortress like this to hold up in. I was out on the road, always fighting to stay alive, to eat, to… to keep others alive.”

She shook her head and reached for the decanter again, but Daryl stopped her. “Nah, don’t do that. Roll your eyes then go for the booze. Say what you wanna say.”

“Ok, fine. That was your choice, Daryl. When things started going to shit and I told you I was heading up here. I told you to come with me. Hell, I fucking BEGGED you to come with me.”

“I remember,” he said, the rush of the moment and the heat of the whiskey was fueling him. “I also remember you said, but NOT my brother. Merle wasn’t welcome.”

“Damn right Merle wasn’t welcome. You were though. You could have been here with me all this time. But no, loyalty to your brother kept you living on the road. Scouring for scraps of food, dealing with God only knows what kind of people.”

“Worst of the worst kinda people.”

“My point.”

“You damn well knew I wouldn’t leave Merle behind. He’s my brother! WAS my brother, (Y/N). He’s all I had in this goddamn world back then.”

“Bullshit. All he ever did was get you in trouble and bring you down. Since we were all kids, he was always dragging you into some kind of mess. Remember Tommy Blake? That fight you had with him and I had to sew your arm up? That was because of Merle!”

“What was I supposed to do?! He was the only one who ever gave a damn about me growing up!”

“No, he wasn’t and you know it! Your loyalty had you blinded to him. I gave a shit about you!” Both of their voices were getting louder and louder with each line thrown at the other. “And look, you still lost him anyway! How much trouble did he cause for you until he died?!”

Daryl wanted to lash out at her, but he couldn’t because she was right and also because it wasn’t why he came all this way. (Y/N), however, wasn’t done with her tirade.

“Goddamnit, Daryl! You know how many years I stood on that porch and watched people approaching the gates, praying that you would be among them? Hoping, just HOPING you were at least still alive somewhere!”

“Just, stop… I wasn’t gonna leave my brother behind. Not for anyone.”

“Clearly, because he was the end all be all of your existence!”

“Jesus… I didn’t come all the way for this…”

“Some things never change. You’re still an ass!”

“Yeah, well, you’re still a know-it-all bitch!”

“And I still love you!”

Her words stopped Daryl from saying anything else. It was his turn to narrow his gaze at her, trying to understand what the hell she meant by that.

“Look, I don’t wanna fight with you–”

“What does that mean? You never told me that.”

“What? That I loved you?” she snorted a laugh. “Why would I have told you, Daryl? I had to spell everything out for you. You weren’t the only one with a shitty childhood, you know. My parents, they didn’t hurt me the way yours did; never laid a hand on me. But, they never laid a hand on me lovingly, either.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means I don’t know how to show people I love them. I don’t know when I should hug someone, or show affection. If I tried with them, I got swatted away, like I was a fuckin’ pest. I was a burden to them and everyone around me. Including you. It wouldn’t have mattered back then, anyway. Even if I could have stripped myself naked in front of you and told you everything I felt for you, and you still wouldn’t have seen it. Your world revolved around Merle. I’m sorry he’s gone, I am. But, I can see you’re a different man now. You’re not the same guy that was led around by his brother anymore. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but I can guess that change happened after he died.”

He hated that she was partially right. “You don’t know shit about me.”

“Ok, keep telling yourself that. It may have been ten years since I last saw you, but don’t forget, I knew you for years before that. YEARS, Daryl. I know everything about you. I know, at your core, who you were, and how badly you wanted to allow yourself to be that person. I also know that man is standing here in front of me now. He wouldn’t be if Merle–”

“Stop, (Y/N). Maybe you’re right. He’s been gone for years, and yeah, he did hold me back. The people I was with all this time, people I’m still with, they made me who I am now. That kid you knew back then, he’s long gone. And for the record, you weren’t some kinda burden to me. You were my friend. I woulda done anything for ya.”

“You did, to a point. Then Merle would come along and… But you’re right. It's the past and bringing up Merle doesn’t do us any good now.”

The kitchen grew quiet again. This time, it was Daryl that reached for the whiskey and refilled both glasses. Slowly, they each lifted the crystal to their lips, but this time sipped on the drink. (Y/N) placed her glass down and leaned her elbows on the island counter.

“Want another sandwich?”

“Nah,” he grunted.

“Wanna tell me why you’re here? We keep getting sidetracked from that question.”

“I told you, I wanted to see if you were still alive.”

“So, let me get this straight… you and your friends are living it up in the Commonwealth, training to be soldiers, working jobs, living life… and you just decide to travel all this way through backroads of who knows what, and see if I am alive?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Bullshit.”

“Ok then, asshole, why do you think I did it?”

(Y/N) was thoughtful for a moment, but then Daryl noticed her lips forming into that little smirk she had; the one he would dream about. “Maybe because you missed me. And now that you’re in a stable place, you wanted to come ‘n tell me as much.”

She challenged him with a raise of her brow, and as much as he wanted to deny it and tell her how wrong she was, he couldn’t. Instead, he shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe I did.”

(Y/N) reached her hand across the counter and covered Daryl’s. “I’m glad you did.” She saw that the bandage she had put on his arm earlier was bleeding through. “C’mon, get out of that shirt.”

“Damn girl, I just got here.”

“You’re bleeding, dumbass. I wanna change your bandage. Jesus… Tell a guy you love him and he immediately thinks you’re trying to get laid.” She paused before walking out of the kitchen and turned back to him, one brow raised and a smirk on her face. “And, maybe I am… but you still need that changed first.”

Daryl followed her out of the kitchen through the swinging doors and down the hall to a parlor room. There were lanterns burning low, giving off a soft light but enough for him to see the medical supplies she had set up around the room.

“Here, sit.” She pointed to the bench near the lantern. “Shirt off please, and no smart smartmouth comments.”

“No promises,” he grumbled and watched her go to a cabinet that was filled with rubbing alcohol and bandages. “Damn, you got a stockpile here.”

“Yep. You think I just hid away in this big… fortress is what you called it, right?”

“C’mon, (Y/N), I was just–”

“I know, being salty. I didn’t just hide here, Daryl. I mean, yes, at first I did. But once dad and grannie were gone, and it was just me, I went out, gathered supplies. Found animals to breed for food. Found ways to fortify this place and make a sustainable home. I did that. Me. I’m not some weak ass woman who just hid.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. Trust me, never thought you were weak. Like, ever.”

“Good.”

(Y/N) came and sat down on the bench next to him. She repositioned the lantern to see his wound easier, and that’s when she caught sight of his back. Some of the scars she knew well, they had been courtesy of his father’s belt. But there were so many more, some fresh. She thought she could actually feel her heart break in two thinking about the horrible things he must have gone through.

“Daryl…” she started to say, then stopped. Dabbing a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol, There’s so many more, she thought. Gingerly, she sponged the fresh blood from around his cut. “What happened out there?”

He didn’t answer at first. In the low light of the room, she could see the mix of emotions that ran across his face. His blue eyes cast to the ground as if he was ashamed.

“Whatever it was… I won’t… couldn’t ever think less of you.”

“Doesn’t matter. People tried to beat us down. We wouldn’t let them.”

She absently reached up and tucked a long tendril of his hair behind his ear, then lightly took his chin between her fingers and turned his head to look back up at her.

“I have never been good at expressing my feelings. Never been good at anything like that. I’ve gotten better about it over the years. Losing people left and right like we do. Had to learn to let people know what they mean to me. So, for what it’s worth, I’m proud of you. For whatever you fought through, whatever you had to endure. You’re still here, thriving in this hellscape of a world. And now you’re here sitting in my house just because you wanted to know if I was alive. That means something.”

Daryl dared to look up and meet her eyes. For the second time in his life, he saw tears there. They were a whole lot different than the tears he saw the night he picked her up in the rain at that gas station, but she was still just as beautiful. He reached up his hand and took hers that held his chin, bringing it down to his leg, then laced his fingers with hers.

“I shoulda went with you when you asked.”

She slowly shook her head no. “I’m glad you didn’t. Because it wouldn’t have lasted. I think part of me knew that back then. You would have always wondered about your brother. Regardless of what I thought of him, you loved him. You had to stay with him. You woulda just gone to look for him, like you are here looking for me, now.”

“And, maybe, you had to do this,” he said, motioning around towards the room. “Being here, helping people that came through. Going out to scavenge for supplies on your own. You were always tough, but now, you ain’t that scared kid anymore, either.”

“Guess we both did some growing up,” she said, and reluctantly took her hand from his to continue dressing his wound. “So, what now? You see I’m alive and doing okay. Stay a few days and head back home?”

“Guess so,” he said, though he didn’t know if that was really what he wanted to do. Back home meant the Commonwealth. Sure it was safe, and aptly stocked for its many residents, but he never really did feel comfortable in such a big place. Even with his own people in power, it felt too open, too exposed for his liking. “I got people back there. Kids… I promised ‘em I’d come back.”

“You have kids?!”

“Well, no. I mean, kinda. They ain’t mine. I’m just keeping an eye on them til their mom gets back. The girl, Judith, she was born in the beginning when we were on the road. Her dad, Rick, he… he became my brother in it all, ya know? Her ma died havin’ her, so we all kinda took part in makin’ sure she was okay. We got to this new place up in Virginia, things were good. Rick found someone again, they were happy. Then, he was gone. I lost another brother and it damn near wrecked me. Spent months trying to find him, but all I ever found was his gun. His new wife was pregnant, so when RJ came along, we did what we always do, helped out. They call me Uncle Daryl.”

“Wow…” she whispered, genuinely touched and surprised at what he was telling her. “I cannot imagine you with kids. Even if they aren’t yours.”

“Their mom, she thinks Rick may still be out there, so she’s out lookin’. Me ‘n Carol, we take care of them.”

“Carol? Is she part of your group, or is she… your wife?”

Daryl snorted. “Wife? Nah. Carol is my best friend. She’s the one who told me I should come ‘n try to find you.”

“Remind me to thank her if I ever meet her.”

“You’d like her. Hell, she’d love you.”

“Good to know,” (Y/N) said, and he noticed the little smile that came to her lips.

“So, uh, what you said before in the kitchen. You mean that?”

“What part? That you’re still an ass? Yes, with all my heart.”

Daryl rolled his eyes and watched her finish replacing the bandage on his arm. “You know what I mean.”

“Oh,” she said, “that. I meant it.”

Daryl bit the inside of his lip and nodded before he stood up and put his shirt back on. (Y/N) stood up alongside him and once he had his shirt situated, she stepped closer and threw her arms around his neck to hug him before he could even think about objecting. Not that he would have.

“I only ever wanted you in my life, Daryl. I want you to stay for as long as you can stay and I hope that’s a long time.” Her words were muffled a bit because her face was buried in his neck, but he heard everything she said. A moment later, she pulled back and while her eyes were dry, he could see the high emotions set across her face. “I know you have to go back. You have family there, and you have to keep your promise. But now you know where I am and that I’m alive, maybe next time, don’t take so long coming back around.”

Daryl wanted to say what was on his mind, but instead it came out as a deep grunt from his chest.

“Yeah well, I woulda come sooner, but needed to find my own way, first.”

“Maybe we can find our way together now?”

“I do gotta go back. But, I think we could. Not now though, and probably not tomorrow. Would like to stay for a while, if that’s okay.”

(Y/N) lightly touched his cheek and guided his face closer to hers so she could leave a soft kiss on his lips. “It’s more than okay. Maybe one day when you do come back, it will be to stay for good.”

Daryl thought about that, and thought, maybe it could be. The reason he was so restless at the Commonwealth was because even though it was now a peaceful community in good hands, it never felt like home. That moment, sitting in the big house on the sprawling grounds, with (Y/N) was the most he had felt like he was home in years. He couldn’t get himself to tell her this now, but maybe one day he could. Maybe one day, he would tell her that he loved her too, and his home was wherever she was.

Maybe.

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A thief, A friend, And a brother

Chapter 2

Chapter summary: It feels like after you meet someone you notice them a lot more everyday doesn't it? At least with Mr. Dixon that’s how it is.

Daryl Dixon x reader

Word count:1,282

Estimated read time: 9 minutes

Chapter 3 is out!

A/N:there are a whole lot of original characters names in here, the reason being the flow of the story, while I would love to put real characters names it wouldn’t make sense going forward, I also promise they will help the relationship later, the first few chapters are more background and relationship set up than anything else, hope you enjoy, Daryl time soon.

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You enjoy the places you work, the diner is a little more fun than the liquor store but they were both quite easy for you. You loved the social aspect of the diner and how you could connect with your customers, but you also loved how calm the liquor store was most days. It was also common that you did small day work at the local bookstore for an old man named Mr. Hamlin who paid you for your efforts.

On this particular day your schedule looked like this: 6am-1pm at the diner, then 3:30pm-9pm at the liquor store.

You get dressed and by 5:20 you are out of the house. You arrive at the diner after a short walk at 5:46 and say a quick good morning to your co-workers. your favorite of the employees being a shorter spunky girl named Kaya and a very nice but sheepish named Denise. As you hang up your jacket and put on your apron, customers start entering. The day was fairly quiet until a familiar face from last night entered the diner with a couple friends in tow.

“I got this one yall” you yelled to the other servers as you walked over to the table he chose.

Merle looked up at you and smiled his flirtatious grin. “Well goo’mornin’ darlin’ how you been”

You rolled your eyes at his tone and chuckled a bit “I’ve been great Merle”

“That’s great” he looked at the people of his table and began to point “that one right there is-“

You cut him off and began your own pointing “Tristan, Bentley, Buck, Skrewy and..”

You hesitated and looked at the last person. Daryl didn’t look much like his brother, he was smaller, with more hair and a mole next to his mouth. One thing they did have in common though was their bright blue eyes that looked like doll eyes in a way.

“Oh!” You snapped out of thought. “Daryl, sorry my brain goes 100 miles a minute”

You look back at Merle.

“damn girl you know everyone”

“Well Tristan is my friends older brother, Bentley comes by the liquor store every Sunday for a big cup of Mountain Dew, and Skrewy fixes all my shit when it breaks”

You always knew your town was incredibly small, everyone seemed to be in everyone else’s business. It seemed that everyone knew your neighbor Dolores slept with Roger the mailman- everyone but her husband that is- and the same could be said for Mr. Roberts on 13 Jawson rd sleeping with mrs abbigail when his wife Sharon isn’t home, or how everyone knew Mrs. Crawford was retiring. Everyone knew almost everything and everyone.

“Darlin’, can we get a couple of burgers and beers for the table?” Merel gestures to the table of people while he talks.

You quickly wrote the order on the notepad and asked if they would like anything else before giving the order to the cook. The whole time you served other tables you could feel someone’s eyes on you, those electric blue eyes belonged to Daryl Dixon. Why did you stop when you had to say his name? Were you thinking about all the rumors you heard of him and his family? Did you have something to say? Or did you just not want to serve the town trash? All things were going through his mind as he stared you down. He had a habit of hating people before giving them a chance and to him you were no different than the others.

“____! order for table 6!” The cook shouted for you from across the diner.

“That’s on me!” You yelled backed before going to get the plates and drinks

“Here you guys go, 5 burgers, one with no lettuce, 3 with fries, and 5 beers. Enjoy.”

“Oh we will Miss____, thank you”

You continued your rounds and after about an hour Merle’s party left, and a couple hours later it was time for you to head to the liquor store. With a quick goodbye to Denise and Kaya you were walking your way to the store.

“Well good morning Mr. Murphy!” You yell at the old black man who always seemed to be outside the store smoking his cigarette.

“____ you know good and well it’s no longer morning….. but hello to you too” he chuckled and took another inhale of his cigarette before you walked inside.

“George?! Are you here?!” You cup your mouth looking for your boss.

BANG,CRASH……tonk

“God damn it!!” You hear your boss yell from the back room.

“Are you okay!?” You run toward the noise

“I’m fine, but the shelf and a month’s supply of mega gulp cups are not” he kicks one of the fallen cups in frustration.

George was an interesting man, to you at least. He had long brown hair to the middle of his back, dark brown eyes, and a horrid mouth on him only challenged by a sailor. You often found yourself getting lost in the tattoos that covered the man starting on his forehead, down his chest and arms and eventually falling down to his ankles. For being such an intimidating looking man he was quite childish, but in an extremely fun way. One time the two of you went to go buy his daughter clothes at the thrift store and you spent almost half an hour just looking for where he and his daughter kept disappearing too (they were inside the clothing racks everytime, giggling and screaming when you found them).

“What in the world happened anyway?” You asked a little befuddled at the scene before you.

“I tried grabbin’ the fucken Marlboro shipment box to restock and the shelf crippled itself, cups and the packs went everywhere.”

“Oh I’m so sorry could I help you?”

“Nah I don’t need it, just get out front and work the register, if anyone asks for Marlboro tell them we are out”

“And the cups?”

“I’ll put an out of order paper on the soda machine”

A slight sigh of frustration exists both of you before you walk into the front of the store while George cleans up. As if by coincidence the moment you get behind the register glass you make eye contact with 2 pairs of blue eyes.

“Oh!” You squeak in surprise.

“Well welll darlin’ this the 3rd time in the last 30 hours, you stalkin’ me or somethin?” Merle says, beaming with a cocky smirk.

“Who would stalk you?, And last I checked you’ve been to my friends house, my first job at the diner, and now you’re at my job at a liquor store. Sounds to me like you’re the stalker Mr. Dixon” you returned the smirk.

“If you two are done being fuckin weird I’d like my fuckin smokes” you finally hear the younger brother, Daryl, speak.

“Oh I’m sorry, what kind?”

You knew there was nothing wrong with this man. You had never even met before today. All knowledge you had of him was rumors. “That Dixon boy was in another damn fight”, “the Dixon boys caused another commotion”, “those Dixon boys were caught with drugs again” but you never confirmed any of these things to be true. ‘I don’t believe he was caught with drugs. Merle of course but I can’t see the younger one with them.’ You thought to yourself as you looked at the man while he scanned the cigarette options on the display behind you. ‘He’s got one hell of an ill mannered attitude though; as long as I don’t make him angry everything should be okay.’

The man finally looks back to you from the display and says “Marlboro”

‘Well fuck’

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Special thanks to my beta reader, Niaxn!

Thank you for reading

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- MINE ⋆☆ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

PAIRINGS— pre-apocalypse!daryl dixon x fem!reader

SUMMARY— after finishing your shift at the local bar you head back to the dixon home for merles coming home party

WARNINGS— mentions of drugs and alcohol, slight(?) nsfw content

MORE CHAPTERS— chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

after the main rush hour had passed, daryl, merle and couple of their buddies piled into the bar, taking a seat around one of the larger tables. merle had just been accepted into the military and was set to depart in a few days time. you still had a while left of your shift and the group of people merle had brought in definitely didn’t make your life any easier. so, in hopes to get them out of your hair a little sooner, you began to prepare a shot of whiskey for each of the boys. picking up the small shot glasses, you began to wander over to their table, their chatter beginning to quiet as you approached them.

“hey boys.” you smiled, bending over in front of daryl and merle to place the shot glasses down in the centre of the table. “these are for you.” you announced, noticing daryl as he couldn’t help but stare at your slightly exposed chest.

“well thanks sugar.” merle sang, scooping up one of the shot into his hand.

“got anythin’ else for us?” one of merle friend teased, wrapping their arm around your waist causing you to stand up straight.

“not for you theres not.” you mumbled, gritting your teeth together as you tried to force a smile.

“get yer hands off her.” daryl grumbled, his eyes angrily locked on merles friend.

“alright.” the man laughed, his hands flicking up into the air to show he was backing off. “don’t get your panties in a twist.” he joked, earning a laugh from the others around the table.

“thats little brothers woman.” merle announce, daryl instantly shutting down as all eyes turned to him before looking over to you. “show some respect.” he spat.

you looked at daryl and smiled as you noticed how embarrassed he had become by his brothers statement. “okay!” you smiled, looking around the table brewing. “let me know if i can get you guys anythin’ else.” you grinned before making your way back to the bar.

daryl didn’t come up to the bar for the rest of that shift. you knew it would take him a while to warm back up to you after such a bold comment from his brother but you were used to it at this point. merle had made similar comments in the past resulting in daryl avoiding you for a few days before coming back around to pretend like nothing ever happened.

an hour or so until you had to close up the bar, merle and his buddies stood up and made their way over to the bar to settle their bill for the night. they were all loud and rowdy, making crude comments about everything they came across, all of them except for daryl who stood at the back of the group staying quiet.

“finally headin’ home?” you smiled, watching merle as he rested his elbows on the sticky surface of the bar.

“we’re only gettin’ starter!” one of his friends cheered, creating a waterfall effect as they all began to cheer.

“you lot gonna give me a good tip?” you asked, carefully watching merle as he fiddled around with his wallet.

“only the best for you sugar.” he smirked, once again earning a few laughs from his friends. “whats the total sweetheart?”

“eighty-nine ninety for the lot of ya.” you smiled.

merle gave you a stern nod before counting the notes he had in his wallet before finding a hundred dollar bill. he plucked it out of his leather wallet, momentarily waving it around in the air before slamming it down onto the sticky surface, finishing off the whole ordeal with a flirtatious wink.

“keep the change sugar.” he smiled before turning around to face the rest of his friends. “come on bogs!” merle cheered, marching towards the front door causing you to let out a breathy laugh.

as the others followed him, daryl made his way up to the bar, his hands resting on the bar as you closed merles tab and placed the bill in the till.

“yer get off soon?” daryl asked just loud enough to hear over the music playing throughout the bar.

“bout an hour.” you shrugged, putting the change left over from the bill into the top of your bra, making sure your boss couldn’t find it.

“need me to wait around?” he asked, avoiding all eye contact with you as you began to clean around the bar.

“i’ll be alright.” you smiled softly. “don’t you need to drive those idiots back anyways?” you asked, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.

“yeah.” he scoffed. “give me a call if yer need a right alright?” daryl asked, his voice was genuine and laced with concern at the idea of you walking all the way home.

“sure.” you smiled, trying to reassure him that you could be alright.

“you comin’ little brotha?” merle shouted, sticking his head through the main door.

“comin!” daryl turned his head to merle before looking back at you. “see yer later.”

you flashed him one last smile before he left, making the bar completely silent. most of the regulars had gone home by this point giving you some time to clean up the bar and hopefully head home early.

you had finished your shift a little before midnight. you chose to walk home, not wanting to bother daryl. you managed to get home in a record time of thirty minutes, the loud music coming from the dixon property could be heard from your house. after quickly checking in on your mother, you made your way to your bedroom where you swapped out your work boots for a pairs of old mary-jane heels that once belonged to your mother before changing into a cleaner shirt, swapping the black singlet out for a dark pink halter top that tied up at the back of your neck. after ruffing up your hair a little with your hands before fixing your smudged mascara you were on your way over to the dixon’s property.

the house reeked of weed and alcohol mixed with the sweat of just about everyone cramped into the small cabin. your body already beginning to move alone to the beat of the music as you made your way through to the kitchen where the dining table was covered in dozens of bottles of cheap liquor. quickly, you found yourself a bottle of whiskey, gripping the neck of the bottle with your hand as you spun around, now tasked with trying to find someone you knew.

“y/n!” you heard a voice called from the seat of people.

pushing his way through the crowd was daryl, with a look of relief as he stood less then a foot away from you.

“hey.” you smiled as he scanned your body before meeting your eyes. he had always loved that top on you. “didn’t think this many people were comin’?” you giggled.

“i didn’t either.” he spoke over the music. “didn’t think yer finished for another hour?” he asked, his eyebrows pinching together.

“got off early.” you grinned, tipping your head back as you took a swig of the alcohol, the liquid burning as it ran down your throat. “where’s yer brother?” you asked.

“smokin’ out the back.” daryl answered.

“want some?” you asked, waving the half empty bottle up by your cheeks as you grinned.

daryl hummed, although you couldn’t hear it and shortly took the bottle from your hand before taking a decent sip of the whiskey. after a few more shared drinks between the two of you, you both made your way to the living room where small groups of people where either dancing or spread out across the couch. you and daryl had almost finished off the bottle of whiskey within an hour.

you found yourself dancing in the middle of the living room alone, having little luck convincing daryl to dance with you. in front of you sat daryl, closely watching you as you freely dance along to the music. although it didn’t feel like it you were there for hours, daryl only ever leaving to grab the pair of you another drink.

“how are you not tired?” daryl asked, a breathy laugh escaping his lips as he watched your hips move along to the music.

“why?” you teased. “yer want me to stop?” you asked in a sarcastic tone as you began to slow your movements, you eyes never drifting from daryl.

“don’t listen to him baby.” the same drunk idiot that felt you up at the bar called out. “keep on dancin’!” he cheered.

“who asked you dickhead?” you snapped, frowning as you looked over at him.

“that time of the much huh sweetheart?” he smirked.

“go fuck yourself asshole.” you spat, the man standing up as he grew bitter towards you.

“hey, come on.” daryl mumbled, holding onto your hand to pull you away from the drunk man. “he’s not worth it.” daryl mumbled, pulling you away from the loud party.

“he’s an ass!” you pouted as daryl pulled you into his bedroom, closing the door behind him as you sat down on his bed.

“think yer should lie down.” he instructed, admittedly a little drunk himself.

you scoffed at his comment, standing up to watch over to daryl. “hey! hey!” you urged, grabbing onto daryl’s hands. “when you told that guy to back off at the bar,” you began to slur, slowly pulling daryl back towards his bed. “that was hot.” you gushed causing daryl’s eyes to widen.

“you’re jus’ sayin’ that ‘cause you’re drunk.” he muttered.

“nah-uh.” you mocked, a smirk still plastered on your lips as your hands parted from his before they attached to the waistband of daryl’s jeans. “i need you daryl.” you breathed, your voice sounding desperate and needy.

“yer don’t want… me o-or that…” he stuttered breathless. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to be with you. he had been wanting this for years now. “you’re drun-“

“shhh.” you hushed, your fingers moving along the waistband before you began to unbutton the jeans, daryl letting out a shaky breath in response. “i’ve wanted you for so long daryl.” you practically sobbed as you looked up into his eyes. your fingers made their way down to the zipper, slowly pulling it down. “don’t you want me?” you asked.

“course i do.” he breathed as his hands instinctively attached themselves to your hips.

you rested your forehead against his as your fingers left his pants, making their way up to his shirt where you began to undo every single button.

“then i’m all yours.” you spoke, those words alone igniting something within daryl as you undid his last button. “all yours.” you repeated.

daryl leant down to close the gap between you, his lips hungrily meeting yours. you had both been waiting for this moment for so long and it did not disappoint. daryl was so soft with you, his fingers gently digging into your skin as he tried to control himself not wanting things to happen too quickly while your hands were busying themselves by peeling away the layers of clothing daryl had on.

everything was so messy and heated, you both just needed each other. what felt like seconds later, you found yourselves on daryl’s unmade bed. your hands cupped his cheeks as he kissed you with every fibre in his body as he hovered over you, keeping himself supported with one hand while the other stayed firmly on your side.

waking up the following morning to the sound of voices a few rooms over, you pulled yourself up from daryl’s empty bed. you were in an old shirt of his and nothing else as you swung your feet over the edge of the bed, your toes touching the carpet as your rubbed your head. last night remained a blurry memory to you, only able to remember snippets throughout the mix that all seemingly blended together the more you tried to think about it. quickly scanning the room you found your skirt, quickly pulling it up to give yourself some sort of coverage before finding your shoes. after having little luck finding your bra and underwear you made your way over to his bedroom door, peaking through the small gap to find an empty room.

as you crept out into the main living space of the house, the floors littered with bottles and cans with the occasional cigarette butt. just as you were about to reach the kitchen one of the bedroom doors swung open.

“little over dress for breakfast ain’t ya?” merle smirker, following you out into the living room as he looked at the mini skirt and oversized shirt combination.

“mornin’ to you too.” you smiled weakly, spinning around on the balls of your feet to face him.

merle walked a little closer to you, his gaze wandering over your body to find a few hickeys peppered over your neck and the top of your chest.

“pretty good night huh?” he teased, the smug smirk never leaving his lips.

“i guess.” you frowned, not entirely sure what he was trying to point out, only warranting a bellowing laugh from merle.

“sure sounded like it.” he grinned, his eyes looking you up and down once again. “to me n’ the others it sounded like you had a good old time.” he chuckled. “i mean, from the moaning alone!” he announced. “faster! faster! faster!” he moaned, laughing at his own impression.

just before you could say anything, daryl walked through the front door holding a bag full of greasy food from the bakery in town.

“oh and here he is!” merle cheered. “our man of the night.”

daryl just stayed quiet, navigating his way through the trashed floor. merle gave you a wink before walking over to his brother, giving him a pat on the shoulder as he let out another laugh. daryl was most definitely embarrassed.

“how was your night little brother?” merle asked, snatching the bag from daryl before taking a bite of the pastry.

daryl looked overwhelming uncomfortable has he stood a few feet away from you, avoiding all eye contact as merle continued to mock and tease the pair of you. merle noticed the awkwardness between you, causing him to let out another belly laugh.

“i’ll give yer some privacy.” he spoke, his voice still laced with sarcastic tones as he walked back towards his bedroom door. “but hey,” he began to laugh. “no fuckin’ on the table, you’ll probably break the legs!” he teased, shortly disappearing into his room.

although he desperately wanted to say something, ask you how you felt or if last night was just something he should forget about but he was far too nervous to say anything. but you knee daryl well enough that he’d speak to you when he was ready.

“i couldn’t find my shirt.” you spoke quietly, causing daryl to look up from his fingers. “so i hope you don’t mind.” you laughed nervously.

“nah it’s alright.” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he continued to avoid eye contact.

you briefly looked past him to see the time, you had another shift in an hour causing you to let out a weak sigh as you turned your attention back to daryl.

“i’ve got a shift in an hour.” you spoke quietly. “but i’ll see ya later.” you smiled weakly, daryl finally looking up into your eyes for the first time that morning.

“need me to give yer a ride?”

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