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Daryl watching over you from afar

Request: “Hey! Can you do a headcanon about Daryl being that “watching over u from afar cause im way too awkward to talk to you but like hell I will let anything bad happen to u”? And one day reader gets hurt and he is with her 24/7 and shes like ‘i was wondering when u would approach’ and just cute protective Daryl? Also, could it be prison era? 💞💕💕 (it’s totally fine if u change something) Thank you, xoxo”

requested by @iamburdened

Word count: 2559

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x GN! Reader

Warnings: cursing, a little angst at the end, usual twd themes, Daryl being awkward

A/n: Today we find out about Daryl’s obssesion - Y/n. I hope no one is complaining, though. This is literally the cutest idea 🥰 I was really happy when I finally got a moment to sit down and write it. I finished it with some angst (muahaha!), but I hope you’re not mad. Requests are open since I have a writing streak. Hope you’ll enjoy it!

my amazing beta: @twdeadlysins

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➼ When the outbreak began, you went to visit your dad in prison to make sure he was alright, but instead, you found yourself being locked up in one of the cell blocks with a guard who worked there. The guard that threw you in there said that he did it to save your life from the infected, and no matter how many times you begged him to let you go, he ignored your calls. One day he went to check out the canteen to find some food for the both of you, but he never made it back.

You spent almost two weeks locked up in that cell block alone before you found loose bars in a window in one of the cells. The opening was big enough for you to slip through it and jump onto the ground. You almost died the first time you left the prison because one of the walkers grabbed you, and if you didn’t react in time and smash its head into the wall, you’d already be one of them. When you saw how dangerous the world outside was, you’d decided to make the empty cell block into your new home. No matter how many times you left the prison to scout the nearby cars and grocery shops, you always came back.

➼ Meeting Daryl and his group was probably the strangest situation you’ve ever been in (except the apocalypse, of course). You had to go on a longer scavenging trip that day because there was no food near the prison anymore. You’d already taken everything you found there. Your little vacation from your cell wasn’t supposed to take more than three days, but you were held up by a giant herd of walkers, who cut off your only way back. You had to wait another three days before the herd passed you.

When you came back to the prison, it looked lonelier. There wasn’t a single walker wandering behind the gates. It wasn’t normal, and you decided that there was no way for them to leave the gates by themselves. The gap you previously cut out in the back fence wasn’t hard to find. You made your way inside the gates, securing the hole after yourself before you crept towards the window of your cell. You jumped onto the pile of crates standing under your window before carefully pulling out the loose gratings in the window and hoisting yourself up. You slipped inside the cell, falling from the window. You were ready for the painful meeting with the floor, but your backside landed on something soft.

Poor Daryl almost got a heart attack when you fell from the window and landed on his stomach. The air from his lungs left his mouth in an involuntary huff. He shoved you away, grabbing his knife, ready to fight the walker that happened to be you. But when he noticed your cheeky grin and non-dead appearance, his grip softened. He was still on high alert, but your pretty face and bright eyes immediately made him feel at ease. God, you were sitting on him just a few seconds earlier. He didn’t even know you!

“Who the hell ar’ ya?!” he growled out. His stance tensed once again, terrified that you could hear his confused thoughts and how his mind marveled over your beauty.

“No, no, no!” You pointed an accusing finger in his direction. “Who the hell are you? This is my cellblock.” You stood up and took a step towards him, trying to intimidate him. Instead, your closeness made him blush and retreat his knife. You could’ve kneeled him in the stomach and then throw him out of the same window you used to get into the cell if you wanted. But you didn’t do it, and you still don’t know why.

“No, this is our cellblock,” he ground out, straightening up, trying to threaten you with his height.

“Hey! I didn’t say anything about shar-”

“Daryl? Are you talking to yourself?” someone’s voice sounded right outside, making you grip the gun that rested behind the waistband of your jeans. The curtain that separated the cell from the rest of the cellblock was moved aside. A young boy wearing a cowboy hat stepped into the room.

The kid looked at you in alarm, placing his hand on the gun that was secured in the holster hanging from his belt. Daryl moved towards the boy as soon as he realized who it was.

“Awesome,” you grumbled out, letting go of your gun. You weren’t going to shoot a child, even if the little devil was ready to kill you without a second thought. “Anyone else moved into my cellblock, huh?”

You rushed past the two into the hall without thinking. Your jaw almost dropped open when you saw the rest of their group wandering around the place and talking to each other like they owned it.

“RICK!” a blonde teenage girl called out, noticing your presence.

“Great, just great,” you mumbled to yourself. “The party is over! Everyone get the fuck out!” You yelled to the people, walking down the stairs to show them out of your cellblock. And then the bastard “Rick” shot you in the leg.

➼ Hershel said you were lucky that Rick’s bullet didn’t hit any arteries. Their leader could have killed you with a simple shot in the head if he wanted, he had a great aim, but he didn’t, and you’d be forever grateful for that. After that day, Rick’s group asked you if they could stay in your cellblock, and you immediately agreed because the second option was for you to leave the prison, and there was no way you’d do that.

➼ At first, you were an outsider to them. No one talked to you, and people left the room the second you stepped into it. It didn’t really bother you. It was normal to be cautious in a situation like this. You were careful around them too. There was no guarantee that someone won’t stab you in the back the second you turn away. You didn’t know it, but there was a person in their group that wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, even his own people.

➼ Daryl didn’t know what it was about you that just made him want to protect you at all costs. Maybe it was your pretty eyes and that cheeky smile you send his way when you noticed he was looking at you. Maybe it was the fact that even though his group forced their way into your “home” you still treated them with kindness and made sure everyone was alright and wasn’t starving, especially the baby Grimes. Or maybe it was just the fact that you were the most active scavenger in the cellblock. He sure wouldn’t let you get hurt because it would mean someone from his family would have to leave to search for food, right? Right? No, it wasn’t true. No matter how much he wanted to believe in it. Daryl genuinely cared for you. And he beat himself up over that fact. He should have been worrying about his people, not you. You were supposed to be the threat.

➼ Every time you offered to go on a supply run, he was worried about you. He didn’t want you going outside these walls alone. And yet Rick insisted that when you leave the walls, you go by yourself. The leader didn’t want you killing his people and then coming back here lying that a walker bit them. But what if something happened on these runs, and Daryl wasn’t there to protect you? It was the same when he had to leave the prison, and you had to stay with his group. What if they were waiting for the moment the archer departed to shove you outside the fence and force you to leave? Rick could definitely do that, he wasn’t himself after Lori’s death, and Daryl wasn’t sure if he could trust him when it came to your wellbeing.

➼ The threat of the Governor united you with Rick’s group. The way you were ready to fight for them just screamed loyalty. They started talking to you since then, you weren’t a ghost anymore, and that fact made Daryl smile. He wouldn’t stand their hostility towards you much longer. You were an important member of their group. You let them stay, you shared your food with them, and treated their wounds. He could finally feel at ease and let his eyes linger on you a little longer, not so afraid of the others catching him staring and accusing him of caring for their enemy.

➼ Unfortunately, there wasn’t a lot of “at ease” going on with the Governor threatening his family. Every time you left his sight, and he couldn’t find you, he was scared that the bastard kidnapped you when he wasn’t looking. Since you weren’t an enemy in Rick’s eyes anymore, Daryl could finally go on runs with you. Oh, how much better it made him feel when he could be by your side when you left the safe fences of the prison.

➼ There were times when you forgot to eat or gave your rations to Carl (what melted Daryl’s heart every time you did it), but he couldn’t let you starve. The archer always divided his meals in half in case you decided to skip a meal again. He was too afraid that he’d blurt out something stupid if he talked to you. So instead of giving you the food himself, he always sent Carol, Maggie, or Beth to hand you the other half of his ration and pretend that there was an additional plate and no one else was hungry (which wasn’t really true, and you knew it, but you never rejected the food secretly knowing who it was from). The women agreed every time, knowing that Daryl had a crush on you and was too scared to talk to you himself. He did it so many times that at some point, you figured it out and started sending him grateful smiles.

➼ Daryl thought he was subtle when he looked after you from afar, but little did he know that you knew about his “secret” glances your way and the way he sent people your way when he thought you were upset. At first, the archer’s attention was confusing. You didn’t know how to react to it. Should you catch his eyes and smile? Should you ignore it and keep pretending it wasn’t happening? Should you confront him and tell him how much you were grateful that he cared about you?

➼ One day you went on a supply run with Maggie. You wanted to ask her what you should do about your feelings for Daryl because clearly, you couldn’t push yourself to confess. Usually, you were a confident person and weren’t afraid to approach people first, but it was different with the archer. Your feelings for him were strong. It wasn’t just a meaningless crush that will pass after a month or two. You were in love, and it was freaking you out.

You and Maggie enjoyed the time you spent together. The trip only made your friendship stronger. You needed a friend like Maggie who wasn’t afraid to hurt your feelings and tell you when you were being an idiot. The two of you were having a deep conversation about your life before the apocalypse, walking through the aisles of the grocery store, looking for anything that’d be useful or edible.

You could swear there were no walkers in the little shop. You scouted it before. You checked every single aisle, every place where they could be hiding. But somehow, one of them escaped your scrutiny and dragged itself from below the shelves, catching your ankle in a harsh grip and jerking it towards its jaw. It caught you by surprise. Not expecting the walker’s strength, you fell on your side, your head bouncing from the hard flooring. Before it could sink its teeth into your leg, the Greene girl shoved a knife deep into its skull. If it wasn’t for Maggie being close by, the monster would’ve bit you, and you’d never see Daryl again.

➼ When Daryl heard from Maggie about your trip that almost ended up with you being bit, he went pale. Without wasting another second, he ran towards your cell, ready to never leave your side again. He burst through the curtain, his eyes searching for you before his brain could even catch up with his thoughts.

“I was wondering when you’d approach. If I knew that getting hurt would make you talk to me, I’d have done it sooner,” you joked, meeting his blue eyes. You were sitting on the cot and leaning against the wall. The bandage wrapped around your head, and your hoarse voice almost broke his heart.

He walked up to you, engulfing you in a tight hug. “Yer stupid. Almost gave me a heart attack,” he mumbled out. You returned his embrace with a chuckle. Thank god, his head was tucked in the crook of your neck. He didn’t want you to see the tears that threatened to leave his eyes.

“I’m okay,” you reassured him with a soft whisper. “I’m okay…”

You held him in your arms for many hours until the night fell, and the two dozed off into a deep sleep, comfortable in each other’s embrace.

➼ Daryl was there for you every second of the day, making sure your concussion didn’t get worse. He helped you walk around the prison when you felt dizzy. He even fed you when your hand trembled, and you couldn’t do it yourself. And he finally talked to you. Gosh, his voice alone made your whole person shake, you didn’t need a concussion.

The two of you spent every day together. Daryl couldn’t leave you alone for even a minute. He even suggested sleeping in the same room with you just in case you felt sick again. Not that you complained, you loved having him near.

➼ They say all good things must come to an end. But even when your head injury healed and your concussion was gone, you and Daryl stayed together. He permanently moved into your room. Hell, he moved into your bed. There was no need to have the “are we a couple” talk, you just loved each other, and that was enough. He looked at you as if you were the only person worth living for, and his heart almost melted when you looked at him the same way.

➼ So when one day Daryl blurted out, “I love you”, you could say it back without any hesitation. Your first kiss was full of all the emotions you felt towards each other since the day you’ve met. All the longing, desire, and fear of never seeing the other again.

➼ You were glad you had said those words and sealed your feelings towards each other with a kiss because that day might have been the last time you saw Daryl. The prison fell, and you were completely alone again. They said, “all good things must come to an end”. Guess they were right because the last good thing in your life was Daryl, and life took him away from you.

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