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redcoralpot · 10 months

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hiii! not sure if your requests are open, if so then can you do a TWD Daryl x Walker male reader?

Like Reader followed Daryl & the group & always pops out time to time & Daryl goes to hunt but sees him just watching the walkers eating someone & Daryl sees him making an expiration of descust shocking Dayrl cuz Reader is a walker? Have a great day & take care off uself ^^

Dead Man Walking - Daryl Dixon X Male (Walker) Reader

I had a lot in mind for this request, so I decided to break it into multiple parts/chapters!! <33 If this series gets popular enough, I will post an extended version on AO3. If you have any questions on how the reader’s infection works, don’t be afraid to ask politely! Xoxo

The romance with Daryl will most likely start next chapter! 🫠

Warnings: Blood, violence, implied cheating (Shane + Lori)

Word Count: 1.8K

Your life from before the outbreak didn’t matter anymore, though it wasn’t like you remembered very much of it. Humanity’s civilization had crumbled within a few mere hours, and you had seen the worst of it.

At first, you wandered the streets of the city with plenty of others in your same predicament. That life was lonely, and your comrades never seemed to be good conversationalists. As bad as that was, you couldn’t find it in yourself to blame them. Your mouth felt uncomfortably dry after having no water and a hanging jaw for days. Days! You should be getting paid for this.

That all changed after a man disrupted this slow, daily routine, charging on a horse around the wrong corner. Was this how modern cowboys acted? Seriously, maybe the water deprivation was getting to you after all.

The mob went crazy at the sight, a sudden change from the prior leisurely pace, attacking the poor animal. You could do nothing, even as your stomach lurched, and you decided to focus your attention on the man instead. He was brave to a stupid extent, sliding under a tank as ravenous arms reached for him. The rush forced you forward too quickly as you stumbled over a bag, hitting the ground with a smack.

Everyone else was uncaring, focused solely on the target. You have never seen them from this perspective before, and here, you could see many more bite marks and unhealed injuries. And God, it stunk. You were surprised that anyone could get caught by these people, they could probably smell them before they could even see them! Especially the cowboy under the tank, there, for his age. Would he live, would he die? If you had a partner, you would bet on death.

Fate apparently had different plans for him, as he suddenly popped out of the tank, smacking a nearby infected hard enough to give him room to escape. Damn, you definitely didn’t want to get in his way. He struggled down the sidewalk, shooting to safety in a closed off alleyway. Part of you wanted to curiously follow him, but the smarter end told you to stay.

“C’mon!” A voice shouted from the alley, followed by gunshots.

Your name tag swung as you followed a group of survivors. The man and his savior had joined it after the drama on the street, and you were curious enough to see where they would head next. Apparently, that was a survivor camp, not too far away from the city’s borders. It was here that you learned the man’s name was Rick, and he had family there. It baffled you that he even thought of risking himself like that with a child as young as Carl.

His family seemed to think the same, running towards him and shouting in surprise. From your little spot yards away, you wondered if your family ever made it, and if they missed you just as much.

“Dad!” Carl shouted, and the man himself dropped to his knees to hug him. Was Rick crying?

You felt a little guilty for staring at such a vulnerable moment, so you turned your eyes onto the other members. They were a plenty, diverse group, bigger than any camp you’ve witnessed before. There was one other kid among the survivors, a little girl, other than Carl.

This observation session was quickly shut down, interrupted by a gruff alert, “Walker!”

A what? You?

Whipping your head towards the noise, you came to face a crossbow pointed at your face. Ah.

“I got it.”

Your slow, dead reflexes tried their best as you dived behind a tree, but they weren’t fast enough. An arrow pierced through your shoulder, knocking you off course, and into a bush. Using this as cover, you scampered back farther from the camp, praying that this day wouldn’t be your last.

“Daryl! Just leave it.”

“I ain’t never seen one smart enough to dodge before.”

“Exactly, don’t waste your ammo.”

“Pff, would’a gotten my arrows back anyway.”

The shock from the shot dulled as your head produced a light feeling, making you abandon any thoughts of getting up. You sat there, frozen, as the voices faded away. Well, one of them had been paying attention after all.

You gripped the arrow, ripping it out in a smooth motion, biting down on your shirt. The taste of dirt filled your mouth, and while you’ve done this a number of times, you had never expected to perform it on yourself. Red trickled down your shirt, making the hole even more obvious. This Daryl was a great man, amazing even. If you couldn’t have a bath, or any human interaction, you at least deserved a shirt without stains or holes in it. You didn’t have any spares!

Should you still follow this group? They’re bound to move soon, mobs will start moving out of the city and out among the borders. It was suicide if you did, but you found you didn’t care all that much. The world had ended, you had no family, and nothing to live for. A little fun before you died wouldn’t hurt anyone, you decided.

Your body felt heavy as you pulled yourself into a tree, pressing yourself against the bark and peering through the leaves at the camp. Here, it should be safer. Their threats were all on the ground, only hunting will bring them to look in the trees.

The same gruff voice reached your ears, “And you just left him?”

“We had to, we had no choice.”

“Yeah, well, I’m goin’ back to find him.”

A pause, “I’ll go with you, we can form a rescue group.”

“Fine.”

“I’d like to get my bag back, too; it has supplies.”

Through your cover, you could see Rick choosing different survivors to come with, and you couldn’t help but feel relieved that one of the sharpest was among them. Now that he and his crossbow are gone, albeit temporarily, you feel a weight come off of your shoulders.

Before you could dwindle in that bliss for long, a second group split off, significantly smaller than the other. Just two people, a man and a woman, one you recognized to be the mother of Carl. You shifted, trying to get a better view.

“We can’t do this anymore, Shane,” the woman started, “He’s back now.”

“Rick doesn’t have to know.”

“He’s your best friend, and don’t forget the only reason I did this was because everyone thought he was dead!”

These people were lucky you couldn’t talk.

“Lori—”

“No, we’re ending this.”

Shit. As the woman briskly walked back to the main camp, you could still see Shane hadn’t moved. He grumbled incoherent, resentful sentences, and you felt like a rat. You wanted to scream at Rick about what you just witnessed, snitching the very details of the things his wife and best friend had been doing.

None of the survivors seemed keen on hearing you out, though, so their secret was safe, for now.

You woke up with a start, hissing as you accidentally banged your head on the wood behind you. Sitting up, you heard feet shuffling below you. Not just a pair, however, it must’ve been at least ten. Was it happening already? The rescue group must have led them back to the camp and knew they were coming, surely.

Yelling rang through the camp, snarling and the snapping of teeth almost overpowering it. You could see the fire, shadows of the survivors dancing around it, the moves quick and fearful. An arrow flew, gunshots rang, and you could smell blood. Daryl was back, with the rescue team following close behind.

“What happened here?”

“Walkers, a whole mob of ‘em,” stated a rather stoutly, panting old man.

Rick asked another question, “Is everything alright, was anyone hurt?”

…

“A few, uh, Amy and Ed, Carol’s husband.”

You weren’t familiar with this Amy, but you weren’t fond of Ed. You had caught him trying to hit his wife, a sweet woman, while she was doing the laundry earlier. Really, he deserved this fate, but it must be concerning for Carol. It couldn’t be easy to raise a child alone in this environment.

A silence fell over the group, a moment of mourning for their first losses. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see the fate of the two victims. You knew what would happen, knew it well, as the final shots of the night sounded.

“He was bit,” Daryl growled, and with a click, a gun was pointed at him.

“We don’t kill the living.”

“But you can point a gun at me?”

“You woulda killed him if I didn’t.”

“What’re we gonna do with him, then? Let ‘em turn?”

“We have to leave.”

“There’s nowhere to go, walkers are everywhere!”

“I know a place, it’s a facility in Druid Hills. If anywhere has a cure, it’d be in there.”

Shane made a face, “Are we sure ‘bout this?”

“It’d be protected, a safe place to stay; we can leave in the morning.”

His tone made it sound final, and his best friend looked unconvinced. Daryl gave the bitten man a final, bitter eye, stomping off to brood alone. As much as the two of you were different, you had to agree with him. The man would only suffer and die in a more brutal way, after all. Alas, the only thing you could do was watch.

You watched as the remaining survivors settled into sleep, you watched as Shane grew more agitated, you watched as they packed their things when the sun rose, and you watched them drive away.

A few decided to hang back, to go their own way. Silently, you wished them well with the others, and then you watched them leave too. This is where you deemed it safe, sliding down from the tree to slip back onto the ground. With a stick you snapped off, you started your journey to Druid Hills, the bite mark on your left leg aching.

And who knows? Maybe they could fix this pesky infection.

The signs were still in good shape, and what a blessing they were. You hobbled on, for two days and nights, not catching up to the people of your interest. Halfway through, a familiar face caught your eye, sitting propped under a tree. He gnashed his teeth, eyeing you, clearly not able to get up to reach you. Sighing, you shook your head as you realized what they did.

You raised your stick, finally looking down at him with pity, and drove it through his eye. Blood and body residue dropped off the end as you ripped it back out of the unmoving Jim, and you leaned heavily on it again. No matter how exhausted, you continued on your way, determined to be a normal man again.

End of Chapter One.

#male reader #x male reader #the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon #gay #male y/n #daryl dixon x male reader #daryl dixon x reader #negan smith #rick grimes #lgbtq

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mik0is0bored · 1 month

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Uhmm fellow twd fans. How come we ain't talking bout this?

I've only watched until season 6 episode 16: end of the world.

And here's what I gotta say abt the last minutes of this episode

Negan. Pause.

Dude😫 I was literally talking to my friend BEFORE I watched this episode, and said "yo if I was in twd I'd use a baseball bat with barbed wire

AND WHAT THE HELL DOES NEGAN HAVE

LIKE-

also Negan w that bat is so Hella scary. Like the leather jacket and the bat😨

Dude I haven't watched episode 1 of season 7 but shits gonna go down.

But here's the characters who will not die, because I said so.

Glenn: um. No he ain't dying. Like wht abt Maggie😭 she's literally suffering bro😭 and to add her husband's death on top of that would be sad😭

Maggie: erm. Same thing. Glenn wouldn't be only looking his wife, he'd be loosing his unborn kid too

Rick: erm cus I said so. That's just that

Dayrl: same thing

Idk if ppl have talked abt this scene or not tho.

But bro I was literally scared out of my skin when he was trying to decide who to kill💀

Then it went to a pov and it was like Your pov or whatever and it was like Negan killed you (idk I'm bad at explaining) tbh imagine that in 3d😨😨😨

ALSO.

The look on Rick, Maggie, Glenn, Sasha, Rosita, etc. Add that all together that's how scared I was💀 and I ain't even in the show😭

Sorry but Michonne in this screencap looks so emotionless and dead inside. --Just like me--

No but Maggie😭 that's fucking sad, I can only imagine dude how much she was suffering in that screencap

But dude shoutout to the whole cast for looking so legit with emotion. Even at the start of the show the acting has been perfect 👌

But yea I better stop😭

#last day on earth #season 6 episode 16 twd #twd #amc the walking dead #the walking dead #twd negan

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twdmusicboxmystery · 7 months

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i know this may be an unpopular opinion but i wanted to know your thoughts anyway

i know you and the majority of TD believe beth will return in DD and i really hope she does as it would be better for her to return via daryl’s story. but i really do believe she will return in ricks spin off for multiple reasons

1. the shows name is literally ’the ones who live’. beth lives, you know?

2. my personal belief is that after beth was left in the car she either woke up or was found by the remaining grady members. i think dawn was talking about the crm when she said people are coming so i think they did eventually come and beth went with the crm either willingly or not. which would put her at the crm

3. i think logically it makes the most sense, because it would be kinda far fetched that beth would be in france. yes it seems random to have dayrl in france too, but the odds of it are crazy

that’s just what i think. i do hope she returns in DD, but if she doesn’t, i think maybe we can all agree she will definitely return in ricks show☺️☺️

You know, I'm not entirely opposed to this. I think it could be argued either way.

What I mean is, my fellow theorists and I have talked about the possibility of Daryl finding out she's alive this season, and then having her actually show up in the second half of season 8 of Fear, which will air BEFORE Daryl Dixon, Season 2.

Well, The Ones Who Live, Season 1, will also air before Daryl Dixon, Season 2. So, it amounts to the same thing.

And if they actually bring her back in one of the other spinoffs, it will hit the airwaves and the entire world will show up for Daryl Dixon, season 2, in the same way they did for TWD S5, to see if he would find Beth. It would actually be really genius marketing on the show's part.

Because clearly the Daryl spinoff is about him finding his romantic happy ending (and trust me, episode 2 pushes this even more), I'm positive it will lead to Beth in some way.

And as for her being in France, 1) Anything is possible. If they can find some plausible way to get Carol to France, then why not Beth? And 2) who's to say the entire spinoff will remain in France? Maybe half way through S2 he gets on a boat and goes home. No idea, but I'm just saying the possibilities are endless for how this can play out.

As for The Ones Who Live, again I think it can be argued either way. I totally understand your logic about Beth being alive and that title. Plus, she's been heavily paralleled with Rick. I think the Rick and Michonne spinoff will get lots of viewership because people know she's going to find Rick. It would be a fun surprise to also find someone no one was looking for.

On the other hand, that line, "we're the ones who live" was specific to Michonne. We didn't really see it around Daryl. So you could also argue that it doesn't apply to his storyline, except thematically.

So yeah. I totally understand what you mean, and you could very well be right. As with all things TWD, we'll just have to wait and see!

Xoxo! 🍁🍂😘

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #team defiance #team delusional #td theories #bethyl #td theory #beth is almost here #daryl dixon spinoff #dd spinoff

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naughty-negan · 7 months

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Laurent Finds Dayrl ~ TWD Daryl Dixon 01x06

#the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon #norman reedus #Youtube

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my-mt-heart · 2 years

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God... I miss the warmth Daryl radiated towards Carol in previous seasons. Idk like, right now their dynamic seems a bit off to me?? I don't mean to sound negatiave at all I just... Idk while Carols feelings have been more clear and she has shown more warmth and certainty that she'll stick around with Dayrl... Daryl just seems a bit cold and somewhat dismissive?? Like, as of now, his openly warm and soft side towards Carol is really minimal and I don't like that lol.

And this may sound stupid, but as the last season of twd, I was expecting better... But then again Gimple sucks.

I'm sorry if this came off as negative!! Just wanted to share my thoughts:)

You're always welcome to share your thoughts :) I'm pretty sure one of the issues is that Daryl's and Carol's arc this season has been so disjointed, it's harder for us to track where they are emotionally with each other and the other issue is we're watching with the spinoff drama in mind, so we're anticipating a retcon. But after watching 11x20, I'm more convinced there's a narrative reason for the perceived coldness. I think it gives some validity to Carol's fears that she broke their relationship and she's not worthy of his love. But in actuality, Daryl's just feeling a little bit stuck, not sure what else he can do to move forward with her the way he wants to and maybe hoping she'll be the one to make a move. They both know each other so well, but their insecurities make it impossible for them to understand their feelings for one another, so they need to use their damn words. Once they do that, we should see more warmth than ever before.

#caryl #caryl positivity #darylneedscarol

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squigglylinesdotthei · 3 years

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Glenn?

Would anybody be interested in a Glenn x Reader smut fic? (that man gives me serotonin) and i dont really see any fics for him. i have one written but i dont know if i should post it... !!!!EDIT: "downtime" is now up on my page! Please give it a read, lemme know what you think!!!!

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the-daily-multi-fandom-post · 4 years

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Hi! Can you please write Daryl x Reader, where they were together since high school and when the apocalypse happens Daryl, Merle and Y/n join the camp at the quarry. After Merle was cuffed to the roof, Y/n finds out she's pregnant, she gives birth to Daryl's baby, then they find the prison and when Merle joins them, he meets his brother's kid and is so happy. Please make it fluffy 🥺❤️ thank you!

Oh my gosh, yes this is so cute!! Hope you like this!!

⚠️⚠️Request still open!! ❤️🖤❤️🖤

“I love ya, I’ll always love ya.” Daryl declares his love as they were trying to get to sleep.

Merle was on watch as they tried to get some sleep In the tent. She smiled as she leaned forwards connecting their lips together. The kiss was soft and passionate, but it slowly got faster as it became rough. Then they heard footsteps outside the tent. Knowing it was probably Merle coming to check on them they pulled away.

“You okay in there little brother?” Merles rough voice called as he stood outside of the tent.

“Yeah, fine. We’re fine.” Daryl called out to his brother as he held his wife in his arms.

“Alright then, night.”

“Night.”

- A few weeks later -

Y/n had her back pack on her back full of supplies. Like ammunition for her gun. Extra clothes, the tent and two sleeping bags. A big first-aid kit, matches, lighters and a compass and map.

Y/n had her gun on one side of her and her hunting knife in the other side. Daryl walked beside her with his crossbow across his bag with extra bolts. Merle walked on the other side of her with his rifle carrying it in a trail carry and his knife in his side.

They were walking through the woods when they heard laughing. They weren’t sure if they heard it or if they imagined it. But they continued walking towards it.

“Hands up!” A man shouted as he pointed a glock at them.

“Who the hell are y’all?” The man looked at the three of them. Y/n and Daryl held their hands up whole Merle looked at the man not pleased.

“I’m Merle Dixon and you best be puttin that Gun outta my face before I kill yo ass.” Merle threaten the man wearing a cap that said police.

“Merle!” Y/n hissed through gritted teeth.

“He didn’t mean that. We’ve been walking for a while and he’s probably just dehydrated.” Y/n tried to make up an excuse to the tall dark haired man.

“Is it just y’all?” The man asked Y/n since neither one of the men were answering her. She nodded as she made eye contact with the man. Hoping that would make him believe she wasn’t lying.

“Y’all can stay with our group. Y’all have a tent?” Merle chucked as he looked at the man.

“If we didn’t have a tent would ya provide one for us?” He asked the younger man.

The man nodded as a voice came shouting for him.

“Come on and I’ll show y’all where you can put your stuff.

“Thank you.” Y/n said respectfully as Daryl took her hand in his. Silently showing Shane she was off limits.

“Y’all left my brother-in-law hand cuff to the fucking roof?!” Y/n yelled as she looked at the group who had just gotten back to the city.

“He was fighting T-dog. He was causing too much trouble then what was needed. It was all we could do at that moment.” Glenn explained, trying to get the girl to understand.

“So you thought because he was fighting it was a good idea to feed him to those monsters?!”

Y/n was beyond angry. She was pissed she was seeing red. She hadn’t even got to tell Daryl. But as soon as he knew they we’re gonna have to fight the both of them.

“Y/n, what’s going on? Where’s merle?” He asked as he put three or four squirrels on the table to be fixed for supper.

“Ask the asshole who left him in the city for dead!” Y/n exclaimed as she stared daggers at the group in front of her.

“You left your brother in the city? Handcuff to the roof while them things were coming for him?!” Daryl screamed as he looked at the group who just came back from Atlanta.

“I’m gonna stump your ass!” Daryl went for Rick, but Y/n held him back.

“Come on, we’ll go get ‘em tomorrow. I know, we both want him back tonight, but it’s getting dark. If we go there at night time we’ll never get back.” Y/n whispered softly. Looking into the love of her life’s blue eyes.

“Come on.” Y/n said as she pulled him away from the group. Looking at both Carl and Sophia feeling bad because they look scared.

“I’m sorry, we scared you.” Y/n said as she walked towards the two kids.

“Daryl why don’t you go cool down. There’s some cold water in the tent. I’ll meet you over there in a little bit.” She softly spoke as she looked at her husband. He nodded as he gave her a soft kiss. Making the two kids say “eww” as loud as they could with smiles on their face.

Daryl laughed as he walked away. His mood was a little bit better.

“Why were you and Dayl upset?” Carl asked as you started braiding Sophias soft curly blond hair.

“Well, Merle was left in the city and they forgot about him. So me and Daryl are worried about him. But don’t you two everything Me, Daryl or Merle would ever lay a hand on you. We’lol protect y’all no matter what. I promise.” Y/n said as she looked at the two with a serious look.

“Group hug?” Y/n asked looking at the two with a smile.

The two smile and hugged her tightly before running off giggling. She stood up from her spot on the log when Rick walked up to her.

“I’m sorry we left Merle on the building. He was causing so much trouble and was gonna get us all killed if we didn’t.” Rick tried to get her to understand. Y/n nodded once he finished.

“I understand, but the thing is. That man, Merle. He is my family. He and Daryl are my only family. I take care of my own. The only others I’ll do anything for are those two kids. I won’t let anything happen to them. So like I said, I understand what you did was what you thought was right, but you should’ve though twice when y’all left him on the roof alone.” With that Y/n gave him a curt nod and walked away. Going towards her and Dayrls tent away from the others.

She got into the tent. Seeing Daryl lying in his back. His shirt was off and he had the blankets thrown off him. He had them laid out on the floor to make it softer for him to lay on.

“I seen you wit them kids.” He mumbled as she laid beside him. He wrapped her into his arms and held her head against his chest.

“You would be such a good mama.” He mumbled softly. As if he wasn’t even trying to get her to hear it.

“What?” She asked looking up at him flabbergasted.

“You heard me. I think one day, you’ll be a great mom. You’d take care of our kids. You’d carry ‘me around for nine months and then when you’d have ‘em you’ll probably want to Kill me. But one day, you’ll be a great mom.” He softly rambled as he pulled on top of him to lie down.

She smirked as she felt something against her inner thigh.

“Well, why don’t we practice.”

Days before that Y/n had felt a little off. She had thought it was just a little bug or something, but she wasn’t sure. She then realized she hadn’t started her period and she seemed to have gained a little bit of weight.

She seemed to start have over thinking everything. Maybe she was just stressed. Maybe her hormones were messed up and that was causing her periods to stop.

“Hey, you okay?” Carol asked as she sat beside Y/n.

Y/n was washing her, Daryl and merles clothes. She must’ve been in her thinking in her own world. She didn’t see it hear carol come down beside her until she spoke.

“How did you find out you were pregnant with Sophia? Did you just know or what?” Y/n asked randomly.

“Your pregnant?” Carol asked with a smile.

“I think so, but I’m not 100% sure.” Y/n whispered as if everyone was surrounding them.

“Well, I just knew. I had gotten morning sickness a little earlier then you normal would as a pregnant woman. Then I seen I had gained weight, plus I was an emotion wreck. More than ever.” Carol explained giving Y/n a soft smile.

“But if you are. There isn’t nothing to worry about. You have a man who loves you very much and I’m pretty sure everyone in this group will take care of you and help you and the baby.” Y/n nodded as she walked ringed out Dayrls tank top.

A few days later y/n asked Glenn while he and the group were going out on the run to Atlanta if he could get a test. And the prenatal pills if he could get them. She asked not to risk anything to get them. She asked him only to get it if he was already in the store.

He came back that evening with the test and medicine. She thanked him promising him, she owe him one.

She did the test and waited. The two minutes felt like an eternity as she waited for the test to come back. She looked down at her watch seeing it had been two minutes.

Looking down at the test she seen pregnant!

She couldn’t believe it. She had tears in her y/e/c eyes as she smiled down at the test. She and the love of her life were going to have a family.

She knew she had to tell Dayrl as soon as possible, but he was out in a hunt. So she figured she would make him a gift to give him for when she told him.

She decided she would make him a handful of bolts for his crossbow. Since he could never have too many of them.

After she made about 10 of them it was later on in the afternoon. She had put the bolts in a bag and put the positive test in it on the top.

Leaving the bag in the tent with the test in top she left the tent. Stretching she went out and went over to talk to the group.

An hour or so later she seen Dayrl coming back with the test in his hand. He looked at little nervous, but she could tell he was happy.

“Your pregnant?” He asked with a hopeful smile in his face.

She nodded as she looked into his ocean blue eyes.

“Yeah, were gonna have a baby!” She smiled brightly.

“That’s why you’ve been sick.” He said as if a hundred year curse had just been solved.

“And that explains why you look like your glowing.” He said with a smile. He pulled her into a soft, yet tight hug so happy they were going to have a family together.

-Nine months later-

“You were right, I wanna kill you!” Y/n exclaimed as her contractions were closer and closer. They were in the farm as went into labor. She was about to have the baby. She wasn’t sure whether or not it was a girl or a boy. But both her and Dayrl were okay with either.

“You got this is see the head.” Herschel said as he saw the baby crowning.

“Maggie hand me the clean towel.”

“Alright, one more big push!” Herschel said.

Y/n groaned and cried as he pushed. Holding and squeezing both Dayrl and Ricks hands.

“Oh, my god I’m gonna fucking kill you Dayrl fucking Dixon.” Dayrl chuckled softly as he rubbed the hair out of her sweaty face.

“It’s okay sweetheart, you got this keep going.” He said encouraging her as he pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

A few minutes late a little baby could be heard squalling.

“It’s a boy!” Dayrl said looking over at the baby Hershel was cleaning off with a towel and warm rags.

“Do you want to cut the umbilical cord?” Herschel asked as he held the baby up some.

Dayrl nodded as he walked over to cut them. He cut them umbilical cord and let Maggie, and Herschel take care of the baby. A few minutes later the after birth came.

Y/n was lying in the bed. She was so tired and her body was hurting. She watched as Dayrl watched them clean the baby and then asked Dayrl if he wanted to hold the baby.

“Let her hold him first. She was the one doing the hard work.”

Beth nodded as she laid the baby on Y/ns chest. Everyone left the room giving Y/n and Dayrl privacy with their newborn.

“Welcome to the world little Dixon.” She softly whispered as tears went down her face.

She looked at Dayrl and smiled.

“We have a family.” She smiled his reflecting hers.

“I love you so much. I love both of you so much.” She softly whispered as the baby slept.

They named the baby Mason Dixon. Mason looked just like Dayrl. He had Y/ns nose and hair, but the rest was Dayrl.

Mason was about Four or five months by time they found the prison. Luckily she was able to breast feed the baby, but they always made sure to find formula, just in case they would need it.

When they found Merle they were shocked. Y/n was damn near crying when she hugged her brother-in-law. She thought he had died. He was so shocked to see Y/n holding a baby.

“This little guy y’all’s?” Merle asked as he saw the sleeping baby in y/ns arms. Y/n nodded as she kept her arms wrapped around Mason.

“Yep, this is mason. Out baby boy.” Y/n explained as the baby wiggles to get comfortable.

“I’m glad to see y’all carrying one the Dixon Name. I’m a little upset you didn’t name him after me, but you can always have more.”’he teased the two with a playful smirk. “Yeah, we can always have more.” Dayrl said looking at Y/n with a smirk that looked just like Merles.

“Maybe in the future.”

(7-07-20)

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The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season 5

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, age gap

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

(Incomplete)

Chapter 14

My foot had barley touched the stair when Daryls voice halted my movements “What do you want from me?” He nearly growled. I turned slowly. What did he mean what did I want from him. If I were smarter I’d be scared. I somehow just pissed of a very large man, who could kill far too easily, but instead it further fuiled my frustration.

“What the hell do you mean?” I nearly spat. It’s one thing to reject me, another to ma, nut to make me feel like an idiot is something else entirely. I could feel the anger swell in my chest and burn up to my head, clouding my previously melancholy emotions. Daryl didn’t stand down, his normally grim ‘I’m too badass to be alive’ Demeanor had shifted to something more stable, something more pissed off. He took a breath “I don’t know what to do” for the thousand time this week he took his eyes off me, and glued them to the floor. I have never been one to be able to hold in frustration long, really this week has been the longest I’ve ever composed myself. “It was all fine and then all of a sudden we were kissing and it just wouldn’t have ended well” He looked at me again “So I didn’t know what to do”

My chest was huffing “About what hm? You seen pretty content wit- “ Daryl jumped up and turned to the door, I fainted heard a mumble about “a mistake” and composure went out the window. “What was a mistake was kissin’ your sorry ass” I was shouting now, and I couldn’t unclench my jaw even if I tried. “I’m sorry if I over stepped because I thought for some stupid stupid reason you liked me” pausing for a second to catch my breath and to see if he had anything to say. He didn’t. “You Ass” I exclaimed, throwing a cushion at him, that he caught. Stupid fuck. I knew I was irritating him, and I didn’t care. In that moment I wanted him to be just as pissed off and hurt as me.

“Nina, would you just shut up and listen? ” He put his hands up to try and calm me. “No!” I know I shrieked it because my throat stung right after. “I ain’t listening to shit you gotta say” Daryl began walking towards me and I backed away, trying to put as much space between us as possible. “You don’t get to treat me like crap, you don’t get to run away and ignore me because I fucked up” my voice cracked and he froze.

I turned my back to him for a second, trying to wipe the tears away fast enough for him not to see, but once that dam had broken I couldn’t stop it. My chest was heaving uncontrollably, from the crying or the anger I wasn’t sure. I felt him put a warm hand on my shoulder “You didn’t fuck up”

I turned to look at him, still trying to wipe away the endless stream of tears. He looked like he was desperately trying to spit something out “I fucked up, what I did wasn’t right” this horrible pause came over us, and it sucked the air right out of the room.

Daryl looked at me like he was trying to figure out what I was thinking, all I could do was look at him in disbelief. What could he have done that was so wrong? Me looking at him must have spooked him because he started trying to explain what he meant like he was chewing bad tobacco, like what he was saying made his mouth feel dirty “I took advantage of you, I should be here to help you and instead look what I did” He began pacing the room. I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t say anything. What the hell was this man on about ?

He looked at me with sad eyes “I’m too old for you Nina” I think I was in shock because the next thing I knew I was laughing.

Well not laughing, they noise you make when you’re so in shock that it’s the only breathless noise that will come out. I covered my eyes in disbelief before sitting down. When I glimpsed back up at him he looked mortified, like I just punched him in the gut, this only made me laugh harder. “Are you dumb Daryl Dixon?” I asked catching my breath. I just can’t believe him, I know he’s shy but this is just ridiculous. The human race is being eaten alive by the undead and he’s gotten all in a fluster because of a few years. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” Daryl looked past me, trying to avoid eye contact

“We are in arma-fucking-geddon and you’re worried that I’m a few years younger than you?” I stood and strode towards him until we were nose to nose.

I should have thought it threw because suddenly being so close to him make me want to kiss him again, to feel that sort of fire and passion surround me. I opened my mouth to speak but Daryl cut me off by chuckling

“Arma-fucking-geddon” before engulfing me in a kiss.

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A not-so-quiet life Pt.8

Summary: You could say your life at the Greene’s farm after they took you in was a quiet one… as quiet as it could be considering corpses were walking around as flesh-eating monsters. At least, until a group of survivors in need take shelter in the farm.

Inspired by the request: The reader used to have an emotionally and physically abusive ex and the group runs into her ex and his group and shit hits the fan and the reader gets hurt.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Tags/Warnings: Violence and language typical twd style. Mentions of abuse and quite a lot of self-deprecating thoughts…and in the midst of all that, quite a lot of fluff too and also slow burn.

English’s not my first language so maybe there’re some mistakes, I apologize in advance.

Chapter: 8/13

Apparently, when Glenn and Daryl had said the road was not too blocked what they meant was that you could carefully drive through the abandoned cars, dodging the stranded walkers that roamed close.

They weren’t enough to be a problem and you were safe inside the car but you held your breath watching Daryl zigzag through the cars, leading you on his bike. You gasped aloud when a walker reached out for him but Daryl drove past it like nothing.

Maggie chuckled at that. “He’ll be fine, he’s used to it.”

You wondered why Daryl always went on his bike even if there was space in the car. No matter how much he loved the bike, you thought it was too much of a risk. He didn’t seem to share your opinion, he’d already brushed off your concern when you told him earlier, but seeing the walkers reaching our for him was wrecking your nerves.

Maggie was right, though, none of the walkers got to grab him. Glenn was driving slow, carefully maneuvering through walkers and cars, and Maggie opened her window and began sinking the knife into the heads of the closer monsters, and you followed her lead.

Eventually, you reached your destination, a big service area with a gas station, a small candies and gifts store, and a restaurant area. There seemed to have been a fire at the gas station and some burned and almost charred walkers were lying on the ground.

“That’s disgusting…” You said as you got out the car. “But with how big this place is we ought to find something.”

There were some walkers roaming around that began stumbling towards you. Maggie unsheathed her knife and made her way to them, followed by Glenn, while Daryl stayed slightly behind to shoot arrows at the monsters. You took your knife too, feeling a bit unsure about how to proceed but you sank it into the closer monster's head before sending it to the ground with a kick, yanking back your knife.

“Well done!” Maggie told you without stopping pushing forwards.

With a whistle, one of Daryl’s arrows embedded itself deep into the head of another walker which was getting close to you and then you felt Daryl’s hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t get behind.”

He warned you, shouldering his crossbow in favor of his knife, sinking it into another monster’s head, following Maggie and Glenn while you did the same until all the walkers were put down.

“Alright…” Maggie surveyed the place, hands on her hips, before looking at Glenn. “I say Glenn and I go to the gifts store and Daryl and Y/N to the gas station.”

“Alright, let’s go.” Glenn nodded.

You followed Daryl to the gas station, scrunching your nose at the smell of the burned walkers. It seemed all of them had died like that, and you yelped startled when a half-charred one opened its eyes with a small growl, reaching out and grabbing Daryl’s ankle. He yanked his leg away from its grip as nothing, kicking the monster on the face.

“Careful,” you said quietly, bending down to sink your knife in the head of the walker.

“It doesn’t have legs,” Daryl replied, not even looking at it.

“It can still bite and scratch.” You retorted.

You scooped around the outside but couldn’t find anything useful, the place seemed to have been raided, and so you made your way to the front door of the small store. Daryl knocked on the glass and in a second, a walker began banging it and growling from the other side.

You looked at Daryl in silence, waiting for instructions. He tried the handler of the door, not locked.

“Alright, you yank the door open, hide behind it and I put it down as it goes out, alright?”

“What if there’s more than one in there?” You asked, unsure, scared of opening the door and a bunch of walkers falling on Daryl.

“Nah…” Daryl looked through the dirty window into the dark store, ignoring the thuds of the walker inside. “I think that’s the only one. Come on.”

“Okay…okay…” You took a deep breath. “Three, two, one…”

You yanked the door open, making sure to get behind it, and a walker stumbled out but Daryl quickly grabbed it by the neck and put it down. It wasn’t wearing the uniform of the gas station and you guessed it might have been a client or maybe someone who went scavenging and got bitten…you tried not to think much about who walkers had been before, though.

“Done.”

Daryl walked in first, crossbow ready, while you followed him lighting the inside of the store with your lantern. The place was a mess, it had obviously been scavenged before and everything that hadn’t been taken from the shelves was littering the floor…nothing useful though.

“Alright, I think we’re clear,” Daryl said when no other walker showed up and you couldn’t hear any noise. “Don’t get far.”

“This place’s too small for that anyway.”

It was a single corridor, rather small, and what you guessed was a backroom behind the counter. You made your way to the fridge, which unsurprisingly was almost empty too. Some rotten premade sandwiches and a couple cans of cheap beer was all you could find, beside some precooked meals. You took one but the quality was questionable, it might not look rotten like the sandwiches but you thought it was more than probable that they were bad too. With a disappointed sigh, you decided not to take them, afraid it’d end up poisoning you.

“I hope Glenn and Maggie are having more luck…did you find anything?” You asked Daryl, who was behind the counter.

“Nah. Just money.”

“Just money…that’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear…” You said and Daryl chuckled quietly.

There were some magazines on the floor and you began picking some of them at random and stuffing them inside your bag, maybe somebody’d like to read them, take their mind off your less than ideal life for a bit, have something to do during some of those tedious evenings.

Daryl raised his eyebrows at you at that.

“What, we don’t have books or nothing, I thought people might like them.” You said. “But alright, I guess you won’t be asking me if I can lend you this…” You teased, picking one about motorbikes and waving it in front of him.” Guess I won’t take it, I don’t have that much room left.” You were already stuffing it inside your mostly empty bag.

Daryl said nothing, just gave you a smirk, getting a gun he seemed to have found somewhere behind the counter inside his bag. He tried the handler of the door of the back room but it was looked.

“Maybe we’ll find something better there,” you said, trying to stay hopeful.

“See if you can find the key,” Daryl told you and you both began rummaging through the counter again. “It can’t be this one…wouldn’t fit.” He showed you a tiny, old key he had found.

“Oh, it’s so lovely!”

You squealed and Daryl looked at you weird. You blushed in embarrassment and rushed to explain yourself, though you weren’t sure if you weren’t just about to embarrass yourself even more.

“When I was a little girl my grandmother used to have a lot of really, really old keys, from her old house and furniture at the village where she used to live, I thought all those keys were beautiful, kind of magical you know, being that old, I thought they had to open a lot of secrets…” You began explaining, fidgeting and half expecting Daryl’d laugh at you for being so silly and think like that about simple keys, but he seemed to be genuinely interested in what you were saying.

“So eventually my grandmother gave them to me before she passed and I began collecting old keys, had quite a good collection…” You smiled a bit melancholic at the memories, you hadn’t thought about it for years, and you felt your heart ache when you thought about your missing family.

You swallowed hard, trying to stop your emotions from showing, not wanting to embarrass yourself more. Daryl seemed to notice, though, because he reached out to squeeze your arm softly, and you gave him a small smile before you kept talking.

“Anyway, I left them at my parent’s home when I got married and moved, I thought a couple times about going to get them and keep the collection or start a new one, but my husband said it was stupid cos you know, they’re just keys, a waste of space…I too know it’s a silly thing…” You shrugged, giving Daryl an embarrassed smile, but his face was serious. “But I think I have enough authority on keys to say that tiny one is quite a lovely one.” You awkwardly joked.

Daryl was frowning at the key and then he passed it to you.

“Take it if you like it.”

“No, I know it’s silly…” You said softly, twirling the key. “Gonna see if I can find what it opens, though.”

“Gonna try picking the lock.”

While Daryl worked on that you looked around the counter again until you found a small metal box half hidden in a drawer. You tried the key and it worked but there was nothing you could consider useful inside, just some handwritten letters, a couple of old pictures, tickets from the cinema…someone’s life memories. It made you feel melancholic again.

You closed it carefully and went to join Daryl, who was still fighting against the lock until you heard a click.

“Alright…”

“Do you think there are no walkers inside?” You asked worriedly before he could open the door.

“Nah, they’d be banging the door at the noise.”

Turned out the room was so small only one of you could get in, but inside Daryl found stored a couple of cans of gasoline.

“Ricks gonna like this,” Hel said, finally giving you a full smile.

“Are we ready?”

“I’m gonna give the place a last scoop, go out and see if Glenn and Maggie are ready too.

You frowned at him, you two had already combed the tiny place, but nodded and followed his instructions, walking out just in time to see Glenn and Maggie walking out the other store. You waved to them and they began walking to the main building but you wanted to wait for Daryl before joining them. He was out after not even a minute.

“Alright, come on,” he said, placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you to the others as you stepped through charred walkers again.

“Did you find something useful?” You asked hopefully to Maggie and Glenn.

“Well…I got a bag full of candy.” Glenn showed you a plastic bag with different kinds of candies in it. “But I think they’re questionable…I thought it’d make Carl happy, though.”

“And my sister, probably.” Maggie smiled fondly.

“They make me happy too.” You chuckled. “I call dibs on that toffees.”

“Also a couple cheap sunglasses…” Maggie showed you the neon pink and yellow sunglasses that none had bothered taking already. “This couple of scarves…” Those were less hideous. “And I picked up some books so we can have something to read.”

“I picked up magazines too!” You said, looking pointedly at Daryl, who smirked. “I got one about babies for Lori, I’m not sure if she’ll like it or if she’ll throw it to my head…”

All in all, your haul didn’t seem that impressive and you were a little disappointed.

“This’s normal, sometimes we come from runs empty-handed, I know it’s frustrating,” Glenn told you. “But we still have to scoop that area.”

The door was locked from the outside with several metal bars, to keep the walkers inside, you guessed, you could already hear them banging the doors, and you helped the others remove the bars though you were quite unsure about how to deal with the monsters inside. You trusted the others knew what to do, though.

They stopped when there was only a bar left and you recoiled as the door shook dangerously under the pushes of the monsters.

“Alright…you two push the door close and try to let it open just a little, so only a walker can poke its head out and I put them down one by one,” Maggie instructed, talking to Glenn and Daryl. “What do you want to do? Push the door or help me with the walkers?” She turned to you.

“I…I don’t know.” You shrugged helplessly. “You sure about this? What if they can’t hold the door and all the walkers get outside at the same time, they’d all fall on you.”

“We have done it before, it’ll be fine,” Glenn reassured you, though you were still rather uncertain.

“Alright…” Maggie was looking at you as if in deep thought. “You get behind with your gun in case more walkers get out and we can’t handle it, you put down the most you can.”

You nodded though you feel a bit unsure about shooting walkers in such proximity to your friends, afraid of missing and hitting one of them instead.

“Pitty I can’t use your crossbow, it’d be silent.” You told Daryl while he got ready for his part of the plan.

Luckily, you didn’t need to shot as the others carried on with the plan without accidents, Glenn and Daryl pushing the door so only one or two walkers could get their heads through it, only to have Maggie putting them down as they did. You couldn’t help but feel a bit out of place, but you shook off the feeling.

The area was big, with some corpses on the floor, and it was full of tables, more corpses sitting down or lying on them, some half eaten, and you wondered how they had died, most seeming to have been shot on the head.

To the left there seemed to be the kitchen and bar area and to the right, there was a staircase.

“What do you think there’s on the other floor?” You asked quietly and Maggie shrugged.

“More tables? What if Glenn and I go check it and you two scoop this floor, we can go to the kitchen together later.”

You all nodded and while Glenn and Maggie made their way to the stairs, Daryl placed a hand on your shoulder to guide you with him.

“Wait, why don’t you go to the bar and I go through the tables, see if I can find something useful?” You told him.

“You sure?” He looked at you uncertain.

“They’re all dead right?” You pointed at the corpses. “Doesn’t seem to be any walker around…I can do it.”

Daryl seemed to think it for a bit, seeming unsure, but finally nodded. “Don’t stray, stay where I can see you.”

“Sure thing.”

A couple of the corpses had suitcases and big bags with them, and you began rummaging through them, trying not to think much about going through dead people’s stuff. You got some very basic first aid kits and some hygiene products that you were sure everyone would appreciate and then began to chose the clothes that you thought would be the most useful and would suit the most of you.

You were a bit startled when you heard some growling and you turned around to see a walker coming from the corridor that led to the bathrooms.

“Got it.” You told Daryl, as loud as you dared, so he wouldn’t worry too much and kept scavenging through the bar. You grabbed the walker roughly and sank your knife into its head.

There were some more growling and you saw another one coming from down the corridor, so you went to put it down too.

“Y/N,” You heard Daryl’s voice coming from the main area as you turned the corner of the corridor. “Stay here.”

“It’s okay, there’s only one more, it’s fine.”

You assured, already reaching out to grab it by the neck. When it struggled, though, part of the skin and part of the meat came off, making your hand slip and sink into the disgusting goo. You barely had time to feel disgusted by it, as the monster’s hands grabbed you and it snapped at you.

You didn’t quite manage to get a good hold of it and not knowing what else to do, you lifted your machete and hit it as hard as you could into the monster’s forehead, sinking it in. There was a sickening crack but the walker stopped moving, your knife reaching the brain.

From the corner of your eye, you saw another one stumbling to you and panic rushed through you when you tried to yank back your knife and you couldn’t, the hit seemed to have embedded it too deep into the skull and it was stuck.

Panicking, you stepped on the corpse to hold it down while you yanked at your knife until the other walker was on you. You grabbed its wrist, struggling to keep its claws away, recoiling as it began to snap and try to bit you, until your back hit the wall.

You tried to push it away but it was strong, you were grunting at the effort of stopping its hands from grabbing you while dodging its snaps, your brain working at full speed as you tried to think how to end it, trying not to let your anxiety overcome you as it screamed to you that this was your end.

No matter how much you pushed it back, the walker wouldn’t relent, neither as you tried hitting his stomach with your knee, hard as you tried you weren’t managing to overpower it and you couldn’t think og a way of getting away from it and killing it without any weapon.

“Y/N!”

Suddenly the walker stopped struggling and fell on you, pushing you against the wall. You pushed it hard away from you and when it fell on the floor you realized it was dead with an arrow in his head.

You looked up and saw Daryl rushing to you, grabbing your arms when he reached you.

“Are you okay? It didn’t bit you, did it?” He asked frantically and you shook your head, finding it hard to speak. “I told you not to stray!”

“I’m sorry…” You said weakly, guilty tears threatening to fall down your eyes.

“It’s okay.” Daryl let out a sigh and pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around you as you snuggled to him, burying your face on his chest.

“Thanks.” You whispered, slowly calming down, and you felt his lips on your forehead.

“Y/N, are you okay?! What happened?!”

You heard Maggie’s panicked voice, she and Glenn seemed to have heard the commotion and they had rushed down, running to you and looking from the walkers to you and Daryl, who pulled away from you.

“I’m okay.” You assured though you were still shaking and Maggie held you tight as you told her about the walkers you had encountered.

“You put them down?” She asked you.

“Just those two, Daryl killed that one, he saved me, my knife got stuck…” You explained, ashamed, even though nobody seemed to be blaming you for anything, they just seemed worried.

“How you managed to get it so stuck?” Glenn asked, trying to pull your machete out the walker’s skull, tanking him a few times until he managed, and you shrugged helplessly.

Back in the main area, you felt a bit better and less useless as you showed the others the stuff you had gotten from the suitcases. Together you made your way into the kitchen, which was big and thankfully free of walkers. It took you all a bit of scooping around but finally, you managed to find a few cans of food and some dried vegetables that you hoped had been well preserved inside their hermetic packages.

“I’d say this had been quite a good run,” Glenn said cheerfully as you all got your haul into the car. “Food, gas, medical and hygiene supplies…we’ll be good for a bit.”

“Yeah,” Maggie wrapped an arm around your shoulders, noticing you weren’t as happy, you were still berating yourself for what had happened with the walkers. “Let’s go back to the camp.”

Well, it could have been worse, couldn’t it? Next chapter, we’ll see if those candies are edible...and we’ll see more talks between reader and Daryl. I’m sorry if some of you feel this story is moving slow, but I really enjoyed writing it like that.

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