#merle dixon x y/n

[sinsandsweetness]

Hi again 🤭

💿 What do you think about this

The reader stays with Merle on the roof and convinces him not to cut his hand since he knows they will return for them, So distract Merle with some sex.

💕thank u💕

hehe this is so creative I love it <3

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“Merle, you need to calm down,” you try reasoning with the man despite his thrashing and pulling at the metal that’s clearly been doing a number on his arm. Bloody and bruised already from his sheer panic and aggression.

“Calm down? Woman, I’m handcuffed to a fuckin’ roof! And you want me to be calm? When I see that asshole of a cop again I’m gonna-” he keeps blabbering on, but his vivid descriptions of skinning the officer alive and setting him on fire have at least succeeded in getting him to slump back against the metal and stop pulling on his wrist. You wouldn’t call him relaxed. Not in the slightest. But you do need him to calm the hell down. He’s convinced he needs to chop his arm off and you want to do everything you can to avoid that kind of shit show. You’re not a doctor. You don’t even know first aid. And even if you did, an amputation in the current worlds situation is… well… less than ideal.

While he goes on about the group from the quarry, spitting absurd insults and threats towards every single individual, you take the opportunity to straddle his lap. Climbing over him and trapping his denim clad thighs between your own.

“What are y-” your weight on his groin serves as a distraction from his vulgar ranting and has him breathing heavy within a second.

“Just- you need to relax. Let me look at your wrist ok?” You reach for him and he tugs at it, preventing you from getting a good look at the damage.

“What is wrong with you? I’m trying to help.”

“Well you’re doing a shit job.” He sneers.

“Oh really?” Your thighs tighten around his hips. Subtly grinding into the growing tent underneath you. “Why don’t you shut the hell up, quit fucking moving and let me assess the damage. I’m sick of you being a little bitch. Always jumping to the worst case scenario.” You mutter the last part under your breath, rolling your eyes in defeat.

You really are trying your best here. You already managed to reroute the dead things crawling their way up the stairs. It wasn’t like you two were in immediate danger. Not yet anyway. Besides the danger of dehydration, but you have a few hours before that would become a real issue. For now, with the sun setting and the air around you starting to cool right down, there was very little to be freaking out about. Best to use your energy on thinking up an actual plan, not just chopping off a hand that you’d never be able to stop bleeding without a trained professional.

“This is the worst case scenario, baby. We’re gonna die up here.”

“Don’t say that.”

His jaw clenches but his frustration doesn’t stop his free hand from inching closer to your hips, resting on them. Not yet pulling you closer but definitely not pushing you away. Finally you have him somewhat calmed down. At least as calm as you figure the older Dixon could even get in a predicament like this.

“Look, we’ll figure out. I’ll find something to cut through the chain. And we’ll go back to camp, find Daryl and get the hell out of there, okay?” Your voice is soft as you try and keep your boyfriend as calm as you can.

He nods. Closing his eyes for a moment with a sigh. He wants to believe you. That everything will be okay. He really does. But he’s still fucking fuming at the dickwad that chose to chain him to the roof in the first place.

“We’re gonna be fine.” You whisper, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. Now that he’s finally done throwing his little temper tantrum, you want to do whatever you can to keep it this way. Calm, cool and collected.

His chest is moving underneath your fingertips. The slow rhythmic inhale and exhale of his ribs pulls you in.

“Need you to stay calm, baby. Just… just relax,” you breathe out, nose touching his own. It’s probably not the time for this. You recognize that. Making a move on him when you should be making your way down the stairs and looking for something to get him off of this stupid roof. But the warmth of your body and the hands snaking to the back of his neck seem to be pulling his attention even further away from the metal cuffs locked around his wrist. And to you, in this moment, that’s all that matters. A sweet escape from the chaos of the day.

The hand on your hip moves up your back, calloused fingers pulling you in while he tips his head up and catches your lips. Teeth unintentionally clinking together in a messy make-out. Your own hands starting to roam and pull at the stretched out tank top sticking to his torso from the day in the Georgian heat. Snaking lower, past his vest and towards the faded denim underneath you. Maintaining the messy clash of lips and tongues while you fumble with his button and his fly, him bucking his hips up to help the process. Getting his jeans shoved down his thighs. You lift off his lap for a moment, sternum now level with his mouth where he nips at the skin, pulling your shirt up past your chest with his free hand. You unbutton your own jeans, shimmying them down your thighs and tossing them to the side before taking your position once more. Closer now. Pressed up against his chest, with his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you in.

Before you know it, your panties are pushed to the side and he’s filling you right up. Grinding down on him at the same time that he bucks his hips. Fucking you as best as the position on the concrete will let him. Your hands stay grabbing at every muscle and curve of his arms and shoulders. Rocking back and forth on his cock until you’re both a sweaty, panting mess of moans and cuss words.

With your forehead resting on his shoulder, you try to catch your breath. Relishing in the warmth of his body underneath you and the relaxing wave of relief that your orgasms pulled from you both.

The clatter of metal on metal echoes in the air and you feel him tug on his arm. Remembering the fact that he’s cuffed to a roof floods back to him and you feel an irritated sigh come from the man beneath you.

“Feel any better?” you kiss the spot where his neck meets his shoulder.

“Still chained to a damn roof, baby.”

You scowl down at him as you move to adjust your panties. Grabbing your jeans off the floor and slipping them on.

“… but yeah. A little.” He admits. You beam at him. Happy that your little distraction actually helped in lowering his heart rate. Looking up at you all mellowed out against the metal as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

You take a deep breath. Mentally preparing yourself to go face the dangers in the store below you, “Alright, I’ll be right back, ok? I’m gonna go look for some tools.” You start making your way towards the staircase before pausing and calling back at him.

“Merle, please don’t do anything stupid. Let’s just try and get you out of here in one piece.”

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[vilentia]

Surviving Together

Merle Dixon x reader

In the soft light of the fire's glow, the flickering flames danced across the rough contours of Merle's face, casting shadows that seemed to echo the hidden scars on his soul. It had been a long day of scavenging, the world outside still a battleground of chaos and decay, but for now, the two of you were cocooned in a fragile sanctuary you'd built together.

As you huddled close, Merle's calloused fingers traced a delicate path along your cheek, his touch more tender than anyone would have expected from the man who'd once been nothing more than a hot-tempered survivor. You leaned into his warmth, taking solace in the fierce protectiveness that had become the foundation of your love. In the silence, unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Merle had his demons, and you had yours. Your pasts were intertwined with mistakes, regrets, and a haunting sense of loss. But together, you found solace, and there was a shared understanding that transcended words.

The night whispered secrets only the stars bore witness to, and in that moment, it felt like you were the only two souls left in this broken world. As the embers crackled and popped, you saw in Merle's eyes the reflection of a man who had faced his demons head-on, a man who had walked through the fires of his own making and emerged, if not unscathed, then at least redeemed.

With a sigh, Merle pulled you closer, his lips grazing your forehead in a tender kiss. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, as if he were trying to mend the invisible fractures in your heart. In his embrace, you felt safe, cherished, and, against all odds, loved.

This was your way of saving each other. In a world where death lurked around every corner, where humanity's worst instincts clawed at the edges of your sanity, you and Merle had found a lifeline in each other's arms. It was a love forged in the crucible of hardship and despair, a love that whispered hope even when the world seemed to have forgotten the word.

As the night wore on, you clung to each other, a lifeline in the darkness. Your love wasn't perfect, but it was real, and it was enough to keep both your fractured souls from falling apart completely. In each other, you'd found redemption and a reason to keep going, to keep fighting, and to keep saving each other, one day at a time.

And Merle, as he held you close, thought back to that day on the rooftop, when you'd saved him not only from the walkers but also from himself. You'd stopped the bleeding from his severed hand, bound his wounds, and refused to let him give up. In that moment, he'd realized that he wasn't alone in this world, that there was someone who saw the good in him, even when he couldn't see it himself. You'd given him a second chance at life, and he was determined to make the most of it, for you and for the love that had become his salvation.

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[other-dixons-wife]

Sue: *manifests a husband*

Merle: *enters the room*

Sue: ...Fuck.

Is there a "go back" option?

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[dixonsgirl93]

How TWD men would react to you telling them they’re handsome

Daryl Dixon

- His eyes would widen slightly as he stared at you. It would be a couple of moments before your words sunk in and he spoke. “Uh…thanks? I don’t…uh… Why ya tellin’ me tha’?” He’d question more about the why, being suspicious. “Tha’s cute but I ain’t handsome. I ain’t… don’t lie to me.” You’d say again that you really think he is. He’d turn away before you could see his blush. He’d stare hard at you, probably looking for signs of dishonesty but when he found none he’d walk away, not knowing what to say. He’d also be thinking about it still in years to come.

Rick Grimes

- “Handsome? Really?” He’d smirk, not because of the compliment necessarily but because of your boldness to say it. “How uh…how long have you thought that? …Since you first lay eyes on me? Well, damn. Took you long enough to say somethin’. Yeah, that’s right, I’ve seen you looking at me.” He’d wink and step in close, pinning you against the car door. He’d lean down and whisper in your ear. “Later.”

Negan Smith

- He’d chuckle softly, giving you his classic sexy smoulder. “You really think so, huh? How handsome do you find me? You wanna fuck me, is that it?” At your blush he’d chuckle again and come closer to you. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t go coy now. Speak up, baby. I gotta know.” He’d get the information from you one way or another and then have his way with you, knowing you want him badly.

Merle Dixon

- “Don’t toy with me, sugar.” He’d warn, already assuming you’re playing some sort of trick on him. “You think I’m what now? Handsome? What’s that mean, huh? You like me or sum’n?” When you’d confess you did, his demeanour would change, becoming flirty. “Ohhh, you like old Merle now, huh, Sugar? Well, I know what we can do about that.” He’d smirk and pull you into him hard.

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Merle was slumped back in his camp chair, nursing a hangover, picking his teeth, and generally scowling at the rest of the camp. It wasn’t lost on him how Daryl had seemingly been choosing to spend time with you lately and he didn’t like it. Merle could see that Daryl was staring at you across camp at that exact moment, watching as you tucked some collected flowers into the little braids you’d done in Sophia’s hair. 

He pulled himself up to his full height and the gravel crunched beneath his boots. As he stopped beside Daryl, his little brother tore his gaze away and refocused on the whetstone and knife in his hands. “That the kinda girl you like?” Merle drawled, removing the toothpick from his mouth. “Soft. Weak...” He spat onto the dirt beside the stump Daryl was sitting on.

Daryl bristled and shifted away from his brother. “She ain’t soft,” he said adamantly. “I wouldn’t say that...” he trailed off, glancing back up and taking in the way the sunshine was illuminating the shine in your hair, the wide smile on your face, and the gentle way you always were with the kids. His heart jumped and he felt a jittery, nervous energy run through him. “Just cuz she ain’t an asshole who fights with every sip of liquor, Merle, dun make her soft.”

His older brother scoffed. “You better be careful, little brother. Or she’ll make you soft too. This world’s gonna eat her up and spit her out. You’ll see.” The diminishing crunch of the gravel was a relief, and Daryl’s eyes lifted and landed on you again. 

At just that moment, you happened to look up, and perhaps you’d felt his gaze because you looked his way and the smile on your face widened, the light in your eyes staggering. Daryl gulped and stared back down at his hands. Maybe you were soft, but not in the way Merle meant it... and Daryl? Lord knows he needs some softness in his fucking life, the kind he could sink into and get lost in... 

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[smutinlove]

carl grimes x y/n smut

Y/N moaned at Carl's touch. “Please, faster!” She begged. Carl tilted his head, “Beg for it, you whore.” “Please, Carl, fuck me till I can't walk! PLEASE!” She was struggling. She wanted him to pound into her restlessly. He smirked, "Not so loud, Y/N. We wouldn't want anyone else to hear what a filthy little slut you are, would we?" he whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. She could feel him getting harder inside her, and the thought of being caught only added to the excitement. "Yes, Carl, I want everyone to know how much of a dirty whore I am for you," she gasped, her words punctuated by the sound of their bodies slapping together. Carl grinned, knowing he had her right where he wanted her. He picked up the pace, driving into her with abandon until they both reached their climax, their cries of pleasure muffled by the sound of their bodies entwined. As they lay there, panting and spent, Carl couldn't resist a sly smile. "I'll make sure everyone knows just how much of a dirty little slut you are," he said, and Y/N couldn't help but grin back, knowing that she was his willing plaything.

I have betrayed my immigrant parents by writing this. 💀

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[dix0nvix3n]

Imagine it's 1992, a 23 year old Daryl Dixon is at a party he happened to stumble across. Everything is going well. Parties where Daryl didn't know anyone were much easier, they allowed him to be a little more loose and carefree.

Killing In The Name by Rage Against The Machine is blaring through the speakers in the house. Everyone at the party is crowded together, jumping, spilling their red solo cups as beer flies everywhere as Daryl and everyone else collectively yell the outro of the song, “Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!!”, over and over again.

When all of a sudden Daryl hears, “IT'S FIVE-O, SCRAM!!”, and now he's jumping through an open window and running into the woods.

Luckily he's not a lightweight so he only stumbles a little as he runs through the woods for the life of him. After he had been running for a long while he finally reaches the edge of the forest and takes a deep breath of relief as he sees a gas station.

Once he reaches the gas station he checks his watch and it reads 1:00 AM and he facepalms himself as he begrudgingly steps into a phone booth.

A few seconds of ringing and the other end answers, “Can ya come an' pick me up?”, he says to a very tired and pissed off Merle.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x reader smut #sort of just came to me: inspired by a story my mom told me when she was younger #Daryl would get in Merle's truck and he's just like: “Don't say anything.” #Spotify

[d1xonscult]

Merle : “Would ya look at that as-“ *moves his hand dangerously close to y/n*

Y/N : “touch me and i’ll cut off your other hand too” *slaps his arm away*

Daryl,a few meters away : “that’s ma girl”

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[traitorca]

My Iron Lung - The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader - 2

Masterlist

He’s dead. Rick is dead, that’s what he told you. Shane couldn’t stay in there long, and neither could any of you as troopers shot and killed just about anyone in sight. You slapped him, for some reason you actually slapped him. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe him- no, of course you didn’t, it seemed so unlikely. His vitals were just fine as of your last visit- but Shane wouldn’t lie about that- That was his best friend and you couldn’t just feel entitled- no, paranoid because of your relationship. Despite your inner turmoil, it took everything in you not to rush back in there and see for yourself the outcome of Rick.

That leads you to now, grip on the steering wheel harsh as you drove out of Kings County, to the interstate which would lead you to Atlanta. The radio said that a safe zone was put up, that seeking refuge would be possible while they figure out how to stop this outbreak. But from an epidemiologist’s perspective, you didn’t think it could be stopped.

Prior to the apocalypses reign in the States, you had received a call from your colleague when the UK had just been shut down for quarantine. They had asked- urgently, for any information based upon your latest research. Now that you thought about it, it seemed suspicious of you to leave so urgently after working on a patient who undoubtedly was a cause of this pandemic. You had told them all you knew, bacteria, infection- ants.

Why ants? Well, you were sure it had something to do with the zombie ant fungus native to the rainforests of South America. This disease was capable of taking pathogenesis and altering the entire behavioral system of an ant, and making it a tool for conquering. To an extent, this victim would die spreading a disease- but unfortunately, not all of the symptoms in this apocalypse matched those. But it was entirely possible- the thought of the world sweltering due to atmospheric change, global warming- who wasn’t to say such a fungi wouldn’t adapt to its surroundings? In an attempt of desperation, try a different host? Not to say this was all caused by an ant, but there were no theories that served as a proper alternative.

You couldn’t even cry, that’s how strange this all was. Your brother was dead, and you couldn’t feel a thing but the adrenaline rush. If you weren’t careful, you were sure to rear end someone on the highway as they all seemed to slow down. To be honest, you weren’t that familiar to road rage, but this was a new level of anger.

Shane was sitting in the passenger seat, arm propped up on the open window. It was too hot to sit idle in a car, underneath the setting sun, on the middle of a highway in Georgia. Atlanta better be worth it.

An accident of some sorts had happened up on the road, a blockage of cars preventing the caravan from moving further into Atlanta. This called for the people in their cars to gather outside, mingle together at any chance for survival or support until they were able to make it there safely. Which- to some people, is a good thing. Strength in numbers. But if you learned anything from your line of work, and you were sure Shane knew it too, people don’t change overnight when the world goes to shit. Maybe their world was shit already, and this only would give them an excuse to act out and lose the last ounce of morality they had.

You sat on the car's hood, a melted popsicle in hand as you watched Carl talk to a girl about his age. You had packed the last few Otterpops left in your freezer, and it was holding Carl over, and you were surely content as you could be. Lori and Shane had wandered with a group of people into the woods, dusk falling over the sky. Helicopters flew past overhead, their propellers slicing through the air as you bit into the ice.

“My Aunt is the coolest! She’s a scientist- I think she can figure this whole thing out-!” Carl, bless his heart, was just excited he had someone to talk to. But things like that- saying you could potentially save the world? That was a large claim, and you were unsure you were fit to fill the expectation.

“A scientist?” Sophia responded, looking up at you. “You don’t look like a scientist.”

“I don’t look like a lot of things.” You responded, smiling down at her as you pushed yourself off the hood of Shane’s jeep. “I am a scientist but-“

“So you know what’s going on?” Sophia’s mother, Carol, seemed to train attention to the conversation. “What ‘this’ is?”

“Well- it’s really hard to say, but before I left my research, I had found that it could be related to fungi-“

“Or the wrath of God!” Carl finished for you.

“Yeah. That too.”

This didn’t seem to bring any comfort to Carol or her daughter, but she seemed keen on staying around you. “Do you think… you could fix it?”

“Well- I don’t know if IM the right one for that, there are plenty of other experienced people in my field-“

“But could you?”

“Carol, stop fucking around with this woman.” Her husband came out of their car, eyes narrowed as he grabbed her wrist. “Sorry if she’s bothering you, Doc.” The nickname was bitter, almost as if it was drenched in venom.

“No. It’s okay. I’m just afraid I don’t know all the answers.” You laughed anxiously, looking back at Carl as you ruffled his hair.

He laughed at that. How charming, if you could roll your eyes you would. “I wouldn’t leave that job to a woman anyway, leave it to the professionals.”

“Excuse me?” Out of all the misogynistic things said to you your whole life, this was honestly something you weren't expecting. You were pissed, other hand clenched around the otterpop that was long gone by now. Before you could get another word out, the horizon lit up in large, orange plumes of light. The ground shook, noises comparable to thunder flooded the air. Helicopters whipped past, smoke visibly now as it surfaced over Atlanta.

What happened to Atlanta being safe?! Safe my ass.

Carl dove for your arms, hands gripping the back of your tank top as he shook. “Where’s mom-?! She should’ve been back-“

“Shh- no, she’s fine. She’s with Shane, alright? He wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Just like I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” You whispered, kissing your head. “See? See, people are coming back from the woods. Lo will be here.” You really had to work on your comforting skills, because as much as you wanted Carl to believe your words, you weren’t sure you believed them either.

The next few days were slow, hot, and downright depressing. You had found a group at that blockade on the highway a few days back, and had located yourself at a quarry. Your new found purpose was in the form of a man named Dale, sisters Amy and Andrea, T-Dog, Glenn, Morales and his family, Jacqui, Jim, Carol, Ed, and Sophia- you were never popular in highschool, so this really must be your IT girl phase.

Rumors of your ex-occupation spread fast, Carl not leaving a single detail out. You were unsure if he was saying these things to show off, or convince himself that this world could be fixed. It was sad when you thought about it, Carl never really had the chance to be a kid. He was about- eleven now? No, twelve. This really was a reminder you weren’t around much. You were glad you were here now at least, and you were damn sure Carl wouldn’t leave your sight this time. Lori could take care of herself- well, more like Shane would take care of her instead. You weren’t going to act dumb, you knew the way Shane looked at her wasn’t just friendly. Nothing about Shane was “just friendly”.

People seemed to keep you close, constantly making conversation with you- questioning you on your job. You hate to say it, but you didn’t get the job for the money or the attention. You weren’t like a NASA scientist or whatever- so this was strange. People were so convinced you were some special, intelligent alien from another world- but you were just a woman in her twenties.

Rick would know what to do. Rick always knew what to do, he’s the reason you got out of Kings County- because he told you that you were meant for more. Not to be locked in a life you couldn’t escape. You had no doubt Rick loved his son and wife, family was a big part of being a Grimes, but you knew you weren’t just your family name, and he did too.

All the things you could’ve said to him, and you couldn’t. And now he was dead, probably mauled to death in some hospital bed, infected- a freakish monster, much like the ones he promised to protect you from when you were just a child.

How you missed the times when THAT was the thing to be afraid of.

You liked your time alone, you had always been a loner- but this was another level. Walking alone as a woman was scary enough- but now it was much more than men who would grab you without thinking twice. Now they didn’t have to think at all. Despite this, you enjoyed walking out by yourself- with a firearm of course, considering nothing was really illegal and it was the ONLY option anyway. Besides, the group didn’t have any real, concrete food sources, and you were damned to hell if Shane was really going to feed you all frogs for dinner. So you offered to find berries and plants that were edible, because- not to brag, you were pretty darn smart when it came to a lot of things.

The pine straw shuffled beneath your feet, sun slowly setting above you as birds softly chirped overhead, almost as if they were scared to draw too much attention. Your lips were pressed into a thin line, a small drop of sweat dripping down your forehead at a leisurely pace. You had a bucket with you, filled with all sorts of plants you had collected from the underbrush. You missed real food- even squirrels were starting to look better on a dinner plate than in a tree- and that’s when you KNOW you’ve gone crazy. Maybe the apocalypse wasn’t for everyone, but your resilience made you a strong contender- but also, a really big fucking idiot.

Picky eaters suck ass in situations like this.

You didn’t get too terribly far, but you were starting to realize that your surroundings were becoming a little bit too unfamiliar for your liking. With this in mind, you noted that you should probably head back soon as the sun was getting lower every passing moment.

Your feet turned, body instantly colliding with something as you fell to the ground. A freak. A fucking freak gnawing at you- shaky hands keeping his jaw lengths away from your face. How had you not heard it?! What the fuck- Teeth, nails, teeth, nails, teeth- teeth teeth teeth- watch the teeth!

You cursed, hand reaching for your gun as your bucket was long gone from your grasp. You struggled, grunting as you attempted to push its body off of you with just one hand. How fucking embarrassing- no one had ever caught you this off guard before, much less a freak.

“Get the fuck off! Get off-!” You yelled, hand finally freeing your gun from your belt. You knew loud noises would draw them- you couldn’t risk that, not with your camp near. You ALSO knew that if they heard a gun fire, you couldn’t pretend to know nothing about it. Shane would never let you out again if he knew what a close call you had. So, you did the next best thing. You slammed the butt of your gun straight into its head, knocking it off of you. It rolled, gurgling as it went to stand again. You rolled away, hands pushing yourself up as you turned to face it again. You raised your gun, mentally preparing for the shit show Shane and Lori were going to be when you got back, having fired a gun-

You aimed, fingering the trigger as you slowed your breathing. Remember what Rick taught you, slow, precise- shoot.

The walker fell, but you hadn’t pulled the trigger.

A second passed as you stared.

Another, as you lowered your gaze to the ground.

In its head, where the bullet would’ve been, was a carbon arrow with a green fletching.

“Well look a’ what we have ‘ere, Darlina… I dare say you just saved her ass.”

Men fucking suck.

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[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

I dont if you could but could you do one where the reader is the younger sister of daryl and Merle Dixon and is in a relationship with rick grimes?

Thank you so much for the request!! I’m sorry it’s taken like FOREVER but I’m slowly working through a ton of requests/ asks!! Thank you so much for the constant support! Love you all so so soooo much!

Not officer friendly no more

Trigger warnings: blood, swearing, brotherly angst, angst in general, mentions of abuse. If any of this makes you uncomfortable please read at your own discretion! MERLE IS GOING TO BE AN EXTRA ASSHOLE IN THIS ONE SO PLEASE BE WARNED.

Fem! Reader. (Readers age around early 20s)

“What do you wanna tell us lil sunshine?” Merle asked staring at you, arms crossed as he studied you, eyes flicking from you before moving to the man you dated: Rick grimes. You and Rick hit it off a year after Lori died. It was difficult for the man to get over his wife but when it came to you he couldn’t help but jump feet first right into the amount of love you had for him. It made him feel loved… he truly did love you. You were both made for each other. Even though it was awful to admit you were glad the apocalypse had happened because if it didn’t… then you wouldn’t of met him.

Rick was capable of calming you down during your worst times… you suffered from your fathers anger when you were younger. Your brothers faced the brunt of each hit of the belt and kick from the boot but you didn’t get out of it unscathed, your mother whilst she was alive burnt cigarettes on your skin to put them out… she neglected you more than she neglected your brothers. Whereas the same couldn’t be said for your dad. He hit you, daryl, Merle and even your mum. It was awful and cruel.

Daryl stood beside Merle crossbow held over his shoulder as he stared at the two of you “Rick and I… uh…” “are in a relationship? Yeah I figured that out quite a while back missy.” Merle said a small smile on his lips daryl giving him quite a perplexed look as if asking why didn’t you tell me? “Uh.. yeah but…” you cleared your throat before looking at Rick nervously, “but? The prick didn’t hurt ya did he?!” Merle asked eyes almost bulging out of his head at just the thought, Daryl quickly shoving Merle “shut up man, Rick wouldn’t ever do that…” “we he sure as hell hurt me! Made me lose my hand!” Daryl glared at his brother “shut. up. They’ve got somethin’ to tell us. Just listen…” he demanded, even though he was the younger brother gods did he feel like the older brother sorting out the childish one… Rick looked at you smiling gently before a soft nervous sigh left his lips before he looked at your brothers before gently taking your hand into his, a small smile on his lips as he gave your hand a comforting squeeze “as you’re both her only parental figures… or living relatives… I want to ask for your sisters hand in marriage.” Daryl’s lips parted in shock yet he didn’t look unhappy, but Merle looked immediately unsure his eyes scanning up and down Rick as if sizing him up

“Why do you wanna marry my little sister huh? You gonna be like that asshole Ed… huh? You better not be-“ “merle. Enough. Please.” You spat out, glaring at your oldest brother brows furrowed in confusion and slight hurt that he would even say such a thing “ricks not like that.” “You don’t know what the hell any man’s like until ya marry him! Remember what d-“ “enough!” Daryl grabbed the back of Merle’s shirt yanking him backwards away from you before standing facing the agitated man “enough…. Ricks a good man. You know that.” He spoke glaring into his soul “don’t speak about dad either. You know what he put her through. Shut the hell up about it.” He demanded, ricks arm wrapping around your waist securely his thumb brushing up and down against your hip, lips coming to press against your head to comfort you his eyes full of held back anger. He knew the abuse you faced… what your dad did to you and he disliked the fact that Merle was using your father against you like that.

Merle sighed “I’m sorry sunshine,” he spoke to you before gently grabbing your hand “I just want the best for you…” he spoke, daryl watching with cautious eyes before his eyes wandered to the fact that merle was inches away from touching the dark cigarette burn buried deep into your wrist but before he could react, Rick had already reacted, shoving merle back into a nearby wall- finger coming to point in his face his other hand stuffing his T-shirt up into his hand keeping him against the wall “you do not… do that… this is something happy. Grow the hell up.” Rick demanded glaring into his eyes, Merle smirking “let her grow up first before you fucking hurt and abus-“ before Merle could’ve even finished his sentence rick had punched Merle in the jaw a gasp coming from you, daryl quickly grabbing onto your hand as he pulled you away, arm wrapping around your shoulder as he held you tight in his embrace. Blood formed on Merle’s teeth as he smiled letting out a laugh “not officer friendly no more…” Merle laughed out Rick giving him an annoyed look “you keep acting like this and I’ll make sure your other hand gets chopped off.” Rick spoke annoyed “is that a threat?” Merle questioned,

“Nah. It’s a promise. Learn some fucking respect you-… are you drunk? Are you-“ “you aren’t a cop no more helicopter boy! Stop spitting ya rules around! No one cares… your an asshole I don’t need respect! You do!” Rick gave him an annoyed look before letting go of him “shut up.” He spoke Merle scoffing “what you gonna do?! Arrest me? Have fun with that pal! Gonna-“ Rick punched merle again, the man falling silent, wobbling a bit before crashing down onto the floor “I said shut up..” Rick muttered before turning around looking to you and Daryl, daryl unfazed yet you looked horrified “I’m sorry y/n.. sorry you had to see that..” he spoke, you soon shaking your head “it’s okay. Well deserved…” you assured shakily before looking at Daryl “are you okay with me marrying him?” You asked softly, Daryl’s hand coming up to cup your cheek as he gazed into your eyes lovingly “of course sunshine…” he smiled gently before pinching your cheek “you’re growin’ up too quick. I don’t like it… but… he makes you happy. Your happiness is all that matters to me.” You smiled lovingly before wrapping your arms around him tightly, him pressing a kiss to the top of your head “love you.” He murmured against your hair before pulling away smiling softly giving your shoulder a squeeze before he walked to Rick, reaching his hand out and shaking his head, both men sharing a brotherly moment you watching with a happy smile knowing you were making the best decision of your whole life.

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Later on that evening you were having a picnic with Rick, you and him had driven out into a safe place… the place where you both just so happened to make love for the first time. It was beautiful really. It was an empty field of what happened to be an abandoned theme park, old rides still in place, no one in sight.. no walkers… no nothing. Just wildlife and you two. The sun was starting to set, melted chocolate in its packet being used as a dip for strawberries as you gazed at Rick lovingly,

as the time passed the big moment soon happened- Rick dropping down onto one knee your eyes wide and excited tearing up. Of course you knew this was going to happen… he had asked you to marry him prior to everything that happened that day… but this one was real for he actually had a proper ring, and not a plastic ring that children would wear… of course you didn’t mind either way but this ring was different it was genuinely a beautiful ring… “y/n… y/l/n…” he started eyes full of love and a lot of emotion. “Will you marry me?” You nodded excitedly tears growing against your eyelashes before he slid the ring onto your finger, a squeal soon leaving your lips before you jumped right on top of him, him falling backwards soft laughter coming from the both of you his hands grasping onto your hips tightly happiness clear on his face your happiness only growing “I love you so much..” he spoke gazing up into your eyes before cupping your cheek in his hand, your fingertips grazing against his skin gently “I love you so much too…” you murmured lovingly before you soon let your lips intertwine with his as you fell into that deep pool of light and happiness… never in your life did you think you’d ever get married. Especially during this time… you just felt stuck. Screwed. But Rick changed that all…. You had finally fallen in love and gods had you fallen hard for the one and only officer friendly.

#rick grimes x you #daryl dixon x y/n #merle dixon #x yn #you x Rick #yn x Rick #the walking dead #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #twd rick grimes #grimes #fictional characters #sister reader #marriage #comfort imagine #sweet!daryl #x reader #twd imagines #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon #rick grimes twd #rick grimes #twd #comfort #walkers

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💿I think merle would commonly run off with his partner back in the atlanta days, saying they’re gonna go “hunt” but he just ends up shoving his partner against a tree and grinding up against them almost desperately

Congrats on the 1k T !

thank u bb <3

Leaves are crunching under your boots no matter how light you try to keep your footing. You’re not nearly as experienced as the two hunters you’ve been staying with. Well… sharing a tent with. Seeing as the world ended months ago and your apartment is more than likely a pile of dust and cement in the middle of the city.

With every crunch of a tree branch, the younger Dixon brother shoots you a death glare. Having warned you already several times to keep quiet. To shut the hell up. You’re trying. Really.

“Alright, that’s it,” Daryl finally speaks up, brows pulled together in a scowl, “we ain’t ever gonna catch anything with you bein’ so damn loud. I’m goin’ on my own. I’ll meet you two back at camp.” He stalks off in the other direction, trying to get as far from your inexperienced and uncoordinated limbs as possible.

“He’s just cranky cause he ain’t had a real breakfast in a few days. You’re doin’ just fine, sugar.” Merle pats you on the back, an attempt to comfort the involuntary, sheepish look you’ve got settling on your face.

“Besides,” Merle looks around the woods, in the direction that his brother ran off too. Deciding he’s out of earshot and you must be in the clear, “did us a favor gettin’ rid of him,” the hand on your shoulder doesn’t leave. Instead, he takes a few steps towards you. Pushing you til your back hits a tree with a quiet gasp.

His head dipping down to kiss below your ear before you even have time to process what’s going on.

“Merle,” you hiss, hands going to grip at his biceps regardless of the reluctance in your voice.

He hums an acknowledgment that he did in fact hear you. He just doesn’t have it in him to care.

“Merle we’re- fuck- we’re in the woods-“

“So? Ain’t nobody around but me and you, sweetheart.” His hands are on your waist now. Suggestion clear in his voice with a grin on his face.

It’s a lie. There’s a whole lot more out there than just you and him. His brother, the rest of your group, and not to mention those dead things walking around.

But even as that thought passes by, you can’t help but tip your head back at the feeling of him pressing up against you. Breathing out an apprehensive sigh as his knee nudges its way in between your legs and he continues to kiss his way up your jaw. One hand keeping you secured against the white oak, and the other one gliding around to the back of your neck, fingers tugging gently on your tresses.

His mouth finds yours and you’re quick to return the kiss. Tongue tracing over his own as you grab at his collar, pulling him even closer.

“Ten minutes,” you mumble against his lips, “that’s all you get.”

You can feel him smile against you, satisfied by his little victory. Already, the tent in his jeans is grinding against you. Desperately chasing any bit of friction against your own body, your legs instinctively parting to invite him in. The hand on your waist snakes its way between you to tug on the button of your jeans.

“Better get these off then, shall we?”

#T’s 1k celebration #Merle Dixon #merle dixon x reader #Merle Dixon x y/n #Merle Dixon x you

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Chapter 4: The Night Disturbance

Series: Way Down We Go // Season 1 Word count: 3100 Pairing: Rick Grimes x Female! Reader; Shane Walsh x Reader; Daryl Dixon x Sister! Reader Warnings: usual twd themes (e.g. descriptive gore, death, use of weapons, violence, cursing) A/n: We should meet twd family in the next chapter or two B) I hope ya’ll enjoy it <3 If you’re not on the taglist but you’d like to be added let me know!

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 || 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑

You sauntered toward the army green tent, shuffling your feet and trying to prolong the walk there. A displeased frown was already growing on your face. You weren’t in the mood to hear your younger brother’s stinging words the whole night. You didn’t even want to sleep in that cursed tent with him, but it wasn’t like you had a say in it. Merle decided he was going to take watch for the night, and he ushered you away before you could even open your mouth to protest. You didn’t point out his questionable eagerness. You were just simply done with his shit. 

“Ya gettin’ in or what?” Daryl’s gruff voice sounded from inside the tent right when you stepped over to open the flap. 

You rolled your eyes and slipped in through the opening, zipping it up all the way behind you. Because of the humidity coming from the lake, mosquitos seemed to appear out of thin air and lurk around every corner. You could no longer count the number of itchy bumps on your skin. Just thinking about it made you furiously scratch your arm. 

“Stupid fuckin’ mosquitos,” you cursed under your nose, crawling into the sleeping space of the tent and flopping down on the hard floor. The blanket you laid on didn’t do much to isolate your back from the unforgiving coldness of the ground beneath, and you knew another uncomfortable and freezing night had just started for you. 

“Ya want som’ thyme for it?” 

Your eyes snapped wide open at the words, and you propped yourself up on your forearms to look at Daryl. You had to make sure you didn’t just imagine him speaking to you in a fairly calm voice. The archer avoided meeting your eyes, lying beside you and looking up at the disgusting green color of the tent’s roof. You shook your head in disbelief at his offer before retracting your gaze. 

“It’s hideous, right?” You let yourself fall back down, staring at the canvas above with a raised brow. You waited patiently for Daryl to find the courage to speak. 

A small flashlight was lying by Daryl’s feet that was pointed at the roof to illuminate the whole tent with delicate yellow light. It was the only thing that saved you from jabbing him with your elbow or knee while moving around the tent. The tent was so small it barely fit two people, and keeping at least some kind of distance between each other was challenging and awkward. The idea of lying squashed like sardines with your younger brother, who seemed to hate your guts, wasn’t exactly inviting. 

“Didn’ know it was like tha’,” he started, his fingers nervously tapping at the covered ground. He fell silent after those words escaped his lips, and for a moment, you thought that was all he had to say before he turned toward you, boring his blue eyes into the side of your face. “If ya jus’ said somethin’ earlier…” he trailed off. 

“I couldn’t,” you defended yourself, fingers playing with the stretched-out hem of your shirt. Nervously, you rubbed the black fabric between your thumb and pointer finger. 

“Don’ bullshit me.” Daryl scoffed at you, rolling his eyes. You looked at him, offended and kind of hurt that he didn’t believe you. You had no reason to lie to him. “Ya were jus’ scared shitless to admit ya fucked up. Yer whole gettin’ outta ‘ere and bein’ better than us bullshit didn’ work out.” 

You sat up in shock, staring at the space in front of you. The scowl on your face could be seen probably from miles away, but you tried to snuff out the rage that started to boil in your blood. “Daryl fucking Dixon, what the hell did you make yourself believe?” 

“Tha’s the fuckin’ truth! Ya always been the self-righteous one. Thinkin’ ya can do better, leave us behin’. Guess it was time for ya to fuckin’ wake up,” he spat out the words, his jaw clenched tightly. 

You snorted at that, pulling your legs up to your chest and crossing your arms over them. The scowl fell off your face as quickly as it made its way there. You didn’t seem phased by what he said anymore. You rested the side of your face on your arms as you looked him right in the eye. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve never as much as thought that you are less than me and I never will. Merle? Sure, he’s a dealer junkie that sleeps in a cell every few days. He doesn’t even want to be better,” you explained, shaking your head sadly. 

The mere thought of your older brother’s shenanigans made your eyes roll involuntarily. Since you could remember, he was always dragging you and Daryl into trouble, getting you into parties with local junkies and prostitutes, stuffing drugs down your pockets so you could sell his stuff to your friends. He justified himself that no one would dare to harm a hair on your head if he was around, but he was never truly there for you when shit hit the fan. Juvie, military, prison—he was anywhere but home. Yet he believed he was your hero, “saving you” from Will—the evil dragon—but it was all play pretend. You and Daryl saved each other without his—so-called—help. 

“I wanted you to go with me because I knew you wanted more from life. You aren’t dumb, Daryl. You could’ve had any job you fucking wanted.” You stared into his blue eyes, a melancholic smile on your lips. “You’re so much smarter than me and Merle combined,” you continued, and at your words, Daryl rolled his eyes and snorted ungracefully. 

“Ain’t much of a compliment,” he mumbled, making you chuckle.

You swatted at his arm playfully. “You know what I mean, asshole.” 

“Wha? Not my fault ya and Merle have half a brain combined.” Daryl raised his brow at you, challenging you to argue with him any further. He propped himself up on his forearms just like you did minutes ago. You exchanged cheeky smiles in silence for a moment, but then the air shifted back into seriousness. 

“Will we ever be good, Daryl?” you whispered more to yourself than to him. 

You wished you could goof around carelessly like you did before you left the trailer park. You wished everything would just go back to how it was back then—more than ten years ago. It wasn’t possible, though, and you knew it. You weren’t the same person anymore, and neither was he.

Daryl’s eyes bored into your skull while he contemplated quietly. “Someday… Someday we will.”

Even if it wasn’t necessarily the answer you wanted it to be, it was more than you had expected. You accepted your brother’s words with a nod of your head, lying back on the floor and turning away from him. You curled your legs up to your chest and pulled the sleeves of your shirt over your palms, hugging yourself to keep warm. 

“Good night, Daryl,” you mumbled out before your eyes closed. 

“Night, kid,” he replied, throwing his own blanket over you before he turned off the flashlight and rolled to his side, back to back with you.

The relentless rustling and groaning from outside woke you up in the middle of the night, disturbing your already shallow slumber. You sat up startled, rubbing the sleep off your bleary eyes. Your mind still hasn’t caught up to your current situation, and you didn’t really know what the groans foreshadowed. 

“What’s going on?” Daryl asked, sensing your sudden change in position.

He reached out to turn the flashlight on, but you quickly caught his arm and stilled it. Or maybe it was his ankle; you couldn’t really tell in the dark, but at least the action stopped Daryl from continuing. You strained your ears to make sure the noises that awoke you were really there, but you didn’t hear anything anymore. You breathed out a sigh of relief before falling back like a log onto the blanket beneath.

“It’s nothing. Just my imagination,” you mumbled out. 

The moment you closed your eyes, determined to go back to sleep, another growl sounded from outside the tent, this time louder than before. You shot up again, accidentally jabbing Daryl in the side with your elbow. The man let out a pained grunt before he sat up as well, straining his ears. 

“Daryl, we need to get out of here!” you whispered in a panicked tone, throwing the blanket off your body. It didn’t do shit to help you stay warm at night anyway. “It was one of the undead.”

“No shit,” he growled out, barely audible, already scrambling around in the dark in search of his crossbow and your rifle. 

It was crazy how quick the noise made all the tiredness disappear from your body. The adrenaline surged in your blood, and the screaming in your head to run or fight was louder than any other thought. You’ve never felt safe in this world, but before the outbreak, you could at least hope for a better tomorrow; now, you didn’t think it was possible. 

Despite the darkness, you somehow managed to slip your sock-clad feet into your boots and stuff the flashlight into the pocket of your pants. The both of you crawled over to the entrance as quickly and stealthily as it was possible. You took the rifle from Daryl’s hand and swung it over your shoulder. You let him fumble around with the tent’s zipper, staying behind and trying not to let the panic swallow your whole being while you waited.

“C’mon,” your brother ushered you out of the tent quietly, letting you step outside before him. “Sounds like more than jus’ one of ’em to me.”

You stumbled blindly outside. The moonlight filtered through the canopy of leaves above you like a dulled and dispersed spotlight. Your eyes were already adjusted to the darkness, so the night seemed surprisingly bright. You didn’t have time to admire your surroundings for long. Since the canvas no longer muffled the noises, you could hear the familiar growling clearly, and Daryl was right—there was definitely more than one stumbler in your little camp.

A few crickets chirped suddenly somewhere close to you, making you gasp, startled. You winced and pressed your palm tightly to your mouth to repress any other sound from escaping it. Daryl’s quickened breathing told you he was just as stressed by the thought that they could hear the tiniest sound you made as if the quiet rustling of the bedding could make their eyes snap toward you at any moment. This time you were lucky—the stragglers didn’t seem to have heard you. 

You wanted to ask Daryl about Merle and his whereabouts, about what you were supposed to do and where you could possibly run to, but you didn’t dare to part your lips again. You could feel your heart hammer furiously in your chest, making your whole body tremble in a gracious dance to its rhythm. Tired of waiting for something to happen, you moved forward in a crouch, burying your fingers in the leaf litter to keep some semblance of balance. For your own good and sanity, you hoped you were as stealthy as you imagined yourself to be after months of sneaking around different places—that you were not supposed to be in—with the Red Devils. 

You scrambled for the nearby bushes outside the small clearing occupied by your tent and vehicles. In the distance, you could see the silhouettes of the undead shuffling around the pickup and Merle’s bike.

Speaking of which—where the fuck was that asshole? You were sure he wasn’t dead—he couldn’t be—but the silence was weirdly disturbing. Your older brother was the loudest and most obnoxious man you’ve ever met. It was suspicious of him to be quiet even in a situation like this. He was born unable to keep his mouth shut. 

Once you and Daryl were safely hidden behind the bushes, you grabbed the hem of his vest, tugging at it to get his attention. “Where the fuck is Merle? He was supposed to be on watch,” you asked, gritting your teeth in annoyance. 

“How the fuck should I know?” 

Before you could retort back, you saw something moving in the distance behind Daryl. It took you a second to realize what was coming, and if it wasn’t for the moon shining so bright in the sky—you didn’t even want to imagine what could’ve happened. You pushed your brother with all the force you had left in yourself, making him fall flat onto the ground, twigs and dirt tangling in his light brown hair. You followed in his steps immediately, throwing yourself face-first onto the litter. A sharp shining object swished past your lying forms milliseconds after, cutting through the air where Daryl’s head just had been. The knife rammed into the ground at your feet. You didn’t move for several moments, both breathing deeply with eyes wide open in shock and relief. 

“What the fuck?!” Daryl snarled as he scrambled to his feet, looking in the direction the weapon came from. 

“Bet my right hand we just found Merle,” you scoffed, standing up on shaky legs.

You dusted yourself off, but it didn’t help much. Your pants were still mucky, with dirt, leaves, and twigs sticking to the fabric like glue. You quickly gave up trying to pry them off, remembering there were more important things you had to deal with first. Everything else could wait, but before you’ve dealt with Merle and the creepers, you had to keep your guard up and eyes focused on your surroundings. 

“Over ‘ere!” you heard your older brother’s voice call through the forest, not a care in the world about the goddamn undead.

Daryl took a look at the camp you’d left behind. The stragglers shuffled around the clearing, looking for their next meal. They either didn’t hear Merle’s booming voice or were too distracted by the smell of squirrels’ remains that were thrown out carelessly by the edge of your camp. 

You walked over to your older brother, and before anything could be said or done by any of the men, you punched Merle straight in the face, making him step back in pain and shock. His hand shot up to hover over his bleeding nose. Your clenched fist hurt, but the pain was good—it was worth it. 

“You pull shit like that one more time, and I swear I’ll stick that knife so far up your ass.” You scowled at him but raised your hands in the air as a gesture of peace when Daryl stepped between the two of you and sent you a scolding stare. 

“Damn, Baby. Thought ya were walkers lookin’ for some goodies.” Merle chuckled at his own words, and it took all strength in you not to push Daryl out of your way and hit him again. 

“I don’t fucking care what you thought we were,” you growled out through clenched teeth. “Daryl could’ve gotten seriously hu—”

“Can ya both shut yer mouths? Ya can bicker later after we get outta ‘ere,” Daryl cut you off, his eyes trailing around the forest to ensure there were no other infected around. His fingers tapped the crossbow nervously. 

You ignored him, slipping your rifle off your back to clutch it safely in your hands before you continued in a hushed voice, “Why didn’t you wake us up?” 

“Wasn’t gonna disturb yer beauty sleep.” You wanted to wipe that smug smirk off his stupid face. “Figured it’s jus’ two creeps, should be easy enough tah get rid of.”

Daryl scoffed dismissively at Merle’s stupidity, not even sparing your older brother a glance. He started walking in the opposite direction of your camp, his crossbow ready to shoot in his hands. You followed after him, and so did Merle, although he protested about leaving your things—mainly his bike—behind. 

“Don’t know how he threw that knife, he’s as high as a kite,” you stated, catching up to your younger brother. You matched his pace, glancing over your shoulder from time to time, making sure Merle didn’t wander off in his delirious state. 

“Don’t matter. He ain’t even thinkin’ clearly. There were four of ’em at least.” Daryl shook his head, already exhausted by the situation at hand. 

“What are we gonna do about him?”

At the exact same moment the question left your lips, Merle tripped behind the two of you and fell on his ass with a grunt that preceded a clamorous: “Fuckin’ hell!” The faint groans in the distance made Daryl, and you freeze in your spots, heavy feet glued to the ground. They didn’t sound that far away. The realization made you come unstuck, and you jogged over to your older brother. 

“Damn it, get up!” 

You grabbed him by the arm and hauled him to his feet while he giggled like a fucking schoolgirl. Who put themselves in a state like that in the middle of an apocalypse? It wasn’t the time and place for that. You didn’t get it at all; if he wanted to live, he had to be able to fight, not trip over his own feet every five seconds. Yet Merle proved himself to be untrustworthy and unable to look after his own ass once again. No wonder he failed at making sure you could get at least a few hours of sleep safely. 

“I swear Merle, whether you are my blood or not,” you started, grunting when he threw his arm over your shoulder, “I will leave you here to get eaten by those monsters.” You tried to keep moving forward, but the weight he leaned on you didn’t make it easy.

“I ain’t seein’ any creeps’ ere. Say we’re pretty safe, dontcha think?” It took everything in you to not kick him away and say you were done. 

Daryl watched your backs in silence. He had no idea what to do either—despite spending the last ten years with him one-on-one. You still couldn’t believe he survived it without putting a gun to Merle’s head—or maybe he did, but decided not to pull the goddamn trigger. 

You heard the groans getting closer, another one joining and a third following. The shuffling and rustling of leaves told you there were more of them than at the camp. You watched the horror build up in Daryl’s eyes as he tried to tell how many of them could possibly be straggling toward you. 

Then all hell broke loose.

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Catching her Chapter 6 (7)

/ Daryl Dixon x OC // Merle Dixon X OC (platonic)

Season 1-3 // THE QUARRY

word count: 4421

Updated

Instead of the comforts of a viable society, she had gotten two rednecks. They had arrived in a whirlwind a week after the initial incident. And a day after Quinn had run out of food.

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Lil AI visualisation of Quinn and Daryl hunting :D not a fan of ai art but i like it imitation of real people

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The days had been long and arduous for the small group. The repetition of scavenging fuel and driving from farm to farm was futile, quickly they became overcome by exhaustion and frustration. The hot Georgian sun did nothing to soothe their troubles. So when Daryl suggested heading to a nearby creek even Merle, who had set himself up as the group's de facto leader, agreed. 

“If we take one of the off roads by the Jefferson farm we can avoid using the highway.” Quinn looked up from the map at the two men who were busy packing their things into the bed of the truck. 

“Jeffersons have too many cattle gates, I'm not stopping and getting outta the damn’ truck every five goddamn minutes.” Merle slammed a bag down onto the metal, wiping away the sweat on his furrowed brow. Focusing on Quinn and looking at her with scorn.

“They left those gates open when shit went down, hell all the farmers probably did.” Daryl was turned away from Merle, but he could feel the glare Merle sent boring into him. Letting out a long breath he rubbed his face, looking at Quinn for a moment before facing his brother. 

“What way do you suggest we go?” Merle's face turned a deep shade of red in anger, and he rushed up to his brother and stared him down. 

“Why don't you take your goddamn high heels off and go look at the map Darylina.” He pointed to Quinn and continued. 

“Maybe Her Royal Highness can do some actual work for once.” 

“I am doing work, finding a way for us to get to the creek. The only other damn way to get there is by foot or on the highway so which do you wanna do?” The woman got up from her seat, pulling the map in front of her and waving it. Merle snatched it from her hands, pushing it straight into Daryls. Quinn sent him an apologetic look. 

“Then we’re walkin’.” His reply was short and blunt. Neither bothered to argue any further, choosing to just pack a bag and swallow down their grievances. The three of them quickly headed out deeper into the woodland.

The canopy of the woods provided enough shelter from the sun and cast an array of shadows across the path. Quinn had her eyes trained on it in hopes of catching some tracks. Daryl had joined her further back from Merle, both enjoying the periodical silence from the man.

They had passed the Jefferson farm half a mile back and sure enough, the gates had been left open. Quinn made sure to give Merle a pointed look, brow cocked up in an ‘I told you so’ manner., Much to Daryl's amusement, and then to his greater joy, Merle had nothing to say other than storming further ahead. 

He absorbed himself into Quinn's smile as he watched, her creased eyes and her vibrant energy feeding him. Subconsciously mapping her out inside his head. He felt uncomfortable and overwhelmed, snatching his gaze back down to the floor, locking his eyes to the dry carpet of grass and twigs below him. 

“You got family waitin’ for you out there?” Daryl looked at her shyly and her face faltered slightly before it picked up into a weak smile. She laughed slightly and shook her head, no. Daryl felt a flash of guilt for a minute, a pregnant pause before she spoke.

“I’ve been on my own for a while, but I guess maybe my uncle.” She spoke carefully and Daryl noticed, his gut feeling calling to him. 

“No folks?” He thought for a second, 

“Didn’t you say your old man taught you to hunt?” a strain bolted through his chest.

“I don’t talk about my father. Haven't seen that asshole in years.” Her face became unreadable to him like she’d been carried away by some unknown force. Somewhere he felt like he couldn’t reach her. And the moment started to sour.

“What, didn’t get you the Porsche you wanted?” Daryl had scrambled for something to say, and he felt himself inwardly cringe at the statement. Uncomfortable laughter filling the momentary silence until he pulled a few steps away. She laughed but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She was back though, from wherever she’d disappeared to. 

“What about your parents? I don't see you driving a Porsche either.” Daryl felt a little hollow at the thought of his family, he didn't like to admit it but his parents had left him with more than physical scars. Sleepless nights filled with dreams clouded in smoke reminded him of the fact. 

“My Mom died when I was a kid, my dad went when the world fell to shit. It's just been me and Merle mostly. Sometimes Lyn would take care of us when she was still around.” His mouth felt dry and he hoped Merle wasn't listening to them. But the older Dixon was much further ahead, still working off his rage from earlier. 

“It was a fire that got my Mom, you could see the damn smoke from halfway across town. Everyone was talking about it, hell it was a goddamn mess, Merle was gone at the time.” Quinn looked down, avoiding Daryl's eyes. He felt colder at her reaction, anticipating the sting of blooming rejection.

“I'm sorry about your mom.” Daryl felt his gut twist harder until she went on.

“I Get it, in a small Way. My folks are gone too.” She took a deep breath before continuing.

 “I was 12 when I went to live with my Godparents. But we didn't get on. I haven't seen them in years.” Daryl felt guilty to be relieved by her admission, another part of him cherishing it.

“I guess the people that went before the end are the lucky ones, they don't have to see the world go to shit.” Quinn filled the momentary silence and Daryl hummed in agreement.

Even with both staring at the floor, unable to face one another, they’d almost missed the tracks in front of them. Deep and fresh darting sharply across the path. Daryl identified it as rabbit tracks before he’d shown her, but kept quiet, for Quinn. Waiting with apprehension to see if his lessons were paying off. Her brow furrowed, eyes narrowing in concentration as she thought. The light sway of the canopy's shadows danced across her skin in the breeze, Catching Daryl's eye as he patiently waited for Quinn's answer. Sneaking small glances her way as she focused. 

“It’s a rabbit, probably a big one based on the depth of them ?” The last part came out unsure and she looked to Daryl for confirmation. 

The younger Dixon wanted to say more but instead, He nodded to her, bending down to show her a second and third set of tracks hidden further in the underbrush, a smaller one, a female and perhaps an older kit based on the time of year. Quinn gratefully accepted the information, a serious expression marked her face as she tried to commit it to memory.  

“Hold back lil bro,'' Merle called from ahead, disturbing the peaceful moment.

He had stopped about 40 ft in front of them, on the edge of the hill. Scanning the expanse that contained the Quarry below. His face was stern, mind deep in thought for a minute before backing away from the hill and lightly jogging towards the waiting pair. 

“Looks like there's a group at the Quarry, Buncha city folks from the looks of it.” He scowled, and Daryl joined him. Worried about whatever plan Merle was currently forming.

“I say we head down and make ourselves friendly, We’ve not seen anyone since we’ve been on the road.” Quinn looked at him as he spoke, Daryl felt her questioning gaze and ignored it.

Merle shuffled in place, fidgeting with the handgun by his side. A small smile grew on his face that made Daryl's concern skyrocket. It was the same look he’d seen a million times since they were kids. A look that meant Daryl was going to have to follow along with whatever plan Merle had thrown together and either stop it or mitigate the harm. 

“Sure we say hello, Maybe they got some broads hiding down there. It's damn time I had some fun. BUT.” And he paused for a second, letting the silence stagnate in the afternoon heat for a moment before continuing.

“The first chance we get, We're taking their damn shit and leaving.” 

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The three had quickly headed to the Quarry, Quinn filled with worry. Each step felt like a nail in the coffin. And when they finally met with these strangers the feeling only grew, making her feel stifled and uneasy. 

‘Shane’ greeted them first, gun in hand and a scowl scratched across his face. Dale was close behind him, the more reasonable of the two. Allowing them a chance to explain their intrusion on the small community. Quinn had kept noticeably quiet, a step behind Daryl looking over his shoulder to the scene commencing before her.

Shane kept a close watch on the three as Daryl explained their abilities in tracking and other skills. She felt a little ill watching the show he was performing, executing his lies perfectly. Just the way Merle told him to. An offering to share their knowledge with the inhabitants and other false promises eventually won the approval of Dale. Who she noted was at least smart enough to agree with Shane, they wouldn't be trusted just yet.

They worked on blending into the group, as best as they could. Quinn had tried her hardest to connect with people over the following weeks but found herself feeling wracked with guilt every time she did. The knowledge of the impending betrayal too much to look past for her. The few people she could interact with left her yearning for her pills and the familiar ease they granted her. Like they replenished her ability to connect, one that she’d long since burned through. Her eyes looked to her shaking hands and quickly shoved them into her pockets, the extra tension on her jeans hugging her. 

She felt Lori’s eyes on her, creeping up her neck. Shane would be staring too, wherever he was, tucked away from her view. They were always following her. Stares filled with such disdain when their son got too close, acutely aware of just what she was. 

“Hey Quinn, Get over here!” Amy waved to her from the small beach by the water where the other women had gathered. Breaking the tension and allowing Quinn to leave the couple's domain. 

“Good morning. How's it going?” She headed down the slight incline to the beach. Once at the bottom, she gave Amy a thankful smile. Grateful for the younger girl and her naivety. Lending needed reprieve from the judgement she felt from some of the other campers. 

“It’s going good, got most of the east covered. Be done in a few days.” Quinn announced to the waiting ladies, Jaqui and Miranda giving a small smile in greeting. She felt their eyes dart around anywhere but at the ladies. Her clothes started to feel heavier, and more restricting. Like her skin was too tight. 

“It’s gotta be scary going out alone like that?” Amy asked, face washed with concern as she looked at Quinn. 

“S’Nothing, Just putting a few traps isn’t gonna catch a walker but will probably get us some dinner if we’re lucky,” she said, looking down at the stony floor. 

“Andrea’s going to try and teach me how to fish.” Amy leaned in closer when she said it, an almost sarcastic cry on her lips.

“I just hope she’s a better fisherman than Carl, that poor kid has been trying to catch a frog since we got here.” Her laughter was joined by the other ladies, who took joy in teasing the young boy.

“I’ll have to ask Daryl to borrow a spare flashlight, Maybe we should help the kid.” Jaqui snorted at Quinn's words, adding to them.

“If Lori would let you near him, she's had him on lockdown with Sophia since you Dixons arrived,” Jaqui spoke kindly, even if her words cut. Miranda rolled her eyes, tutting something to herself in Spanish.

“Like I would want my kids around that Ed, Lori’s got it all wrong, but it's no wonder when she spends half her time in the woods.” Miranda let out a curt laugh at the end, sarcasm coating her words.

“What's she even doing out there anyway?” Amy asked, which sent the whole group into another chorus of laughter. Amy’s confused face only added fuel. 

“Don't worry about it.” Miranda cut Jaqui off from explaining, giving her a sharp look and a small kick to the foot.

The women around her carried on their conversation with one another as she let her mind wander. And as it did most days since they arrived at the Quarry she thought about the Dixon brothers. They had been regularly leaving on hunts, going out alone together and returning at strange hours. Furious whispers from both passed between them in an unintelligible argument around their campfire. Separate from everyone else’s. There was a knotted tension in her stomach and like that first night in the City, she wondered if they were planning to leave her behind too. 

After some time basking in the sunrise, she left the women behind once everyone else started to wake. Returning to her camp and waiting. When the boys had finally returned from their ‘hunting’ trip, Merle robbed their small encampment of peace by delving straight into the tent, swearing in a fit of rage. Minutes later his exit was followed by the click of a lighter and the smell of burnt chemicals filling the air. Quinn probed the familiar ache in her chest, the poignant air reaching her nose making her hands itch and her feet bounce. Daryl appeared from the edge of the woods a minute later, red in the face with heavy footfalls stomping across the distance.  

“You ok?” The words were forced from her mouth, falling out too quickly and high-pitched. She cringed. 

It was like he’d only just realised her presence, looking at her. She saw his widened eyes and the panic that was written in them, face flushed with sweat. Until it was gone, replaced by his signature scowl. 

“M’Fine.” He grumbled. She stared at him, studying his face for some explanation. 

“Bullshit.” She let her bitterness seep through to her words. 

“God Dammit woman!” His whole body tensed and she prepared herself for the battle that was to ensue. But it didn't come. Instead, he rubbed his hands into his face, turning away from her and towards the tent. She couldn't see his face anymore but his shoulders started to relax and she wondered if it was safe to speak yet. 

“I’m going back out, I found us a deer trail.” Daryl still didn't turn towards her, his frame haloed by the white glow of the morning sun. “You get your shit, we're leaving in 20.”

Despite the neglect she felt from him over the past week, she happily accepted the opportunity to spend some time away from the camp. She hopped out of her seated position and bee-lined it towards her bag, which had stayed packed and ready.

“Merle comin?” She inquired, pausing halfway towards her tent. 

“No, he’s going out with the group to Atlanta ” Despite her surprise she didn't question it, a small part of her was glad he would be absent from the trip. 

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The forest was flooded with life, just not the kind that could be hunted. The younger Dixon had grown deeply more frustrated as time went on. Quinn stayed silent alongside him since they left the encampment and it only made his unease worse. Her continued silence was a mark of disapproval that he couldn't shake. He knew robbing these folks wasn't right. He’d tried to bide his time with Merle, but trying to convince the stubborn mule was growing ever more impossible. He had grown depressed at the thought that for the first time in his life, he reached an impasse where he felt like he had an option that as devastating as it was, meant more than picking Merle, his blood.

And then Quinn. Who wasn't a complete part of the group but also wasn't his blood. She would want him to make the right choice. He’d seen her talking with the women in the group, even seen her talking to Glenn and her guilty eyes said all he needed to hear. He had also grown to, in a small way, care for the community around him and he felt his own eyes reflecting that same guilt. 

“Daryl, Look.” She said, pointing to some deer scat and further up some visible tracks. 

He pulled himself out of his thoughts, studying the trail. Moving his shocked eyes back to her.

“Good girl, I almost missed ‘em.” Her entire face stiffened and for a second Daryl thought he had said something wrong, until she offered him a smile, looking to the floor and thanking him quickly. 

“If we move fast, we might be able to catch it before morning.” And with that, he pushed himself further up the trail leaving Quinn to catch up.

The Dixons' frustration was back in full force by the time the two had set up a makeshift camp late into the night. The deer was elusive, seemingly right in front of them at some points but invisible to the hunter and his companion. 

“We’ll catch her, don't stress yourself out.” She said, polishing some of his arrows. Holding them near the flames of the fire to catch glimpses of her distorted reflection. 

He grunted in response to her, working on skinning one of the many squirrels bound across his chest. The two continued in the silence that had marinated between them all day until the man felt like he was suffocating under it. 

“You trust those people?” He knew he was putting her on the spot with his question, looking straight to her for an answer.

“No. And they sure as hell still don't trust us.” She spoke quickly, Movements a little harsher now than before. Daryl looked at her, head tilted waiting for her to continue.

“But I think most of them are good people, I'm not a fan of officer asshat and his girlfriend though.” the younger Dixon gave a nod to the girl, agreeing with her before adding. 

“Dale told me Lori’s husband died, Shanes was his best damn friend.” The man sniggered at the end, finishing with the squirrel and adding it to the fire. Turning another round slightly to cook it evenly. 

He pulled out his bag and from it, a large bottle of whisky, waiting for her reply while taking a long swig from it. It burned the back of his throat sending warmth into his chest, it felt good against the cool summer evening. He passed the bottle to Quinn quickly after.

“Damn, figured she was too uptight for something so illicit. Kinda makes me like her more.” She smiled and tipped the bottle up to her lips. Daryl watched her face contort in disgust for a second, before going back to a large grin. 

“Dumb bitch acts like we’re gonna rob her.” He vented, Lori's dislike of the three had been open and clear from the moment they had turned up to camp. And he justified that they hadn't done anything warranting suspicion.  

“But we are, Right?” The hunter grew uncomfortable under her gaze, the spotlight on him blinding. He knew he’d eventually have to talk to her about it. But the weight on his chest at the thought of betraying Merle grew heavy. Would he think he was a pussy? Would she?

Quinn hesitantly brought the bottle to her lips one last time and passed it to him. Who sat in a stoic silence, thinking over his options. 

“No” he pulled the cooked squirrel off the fire. Aggressively shoving it towards her before standing up, “I gotta take a piss.” 

Daryl thought he hadn’t needed the approval of his brother for a long time, but for the first time in his life, he truly didn't care. Merle could call him a pussy, or that stupid damn nickname forever if he wanted. He ground his foot into the ground by the base of the tree he had found, forcefully pulling up his fly and taking a deep breath. He had someone more to think about now than just Merle and himself, a whole group of people relying on him to keep them fed and safe. He didn't want to let them down or keep seeing the guilt that iced over her eyes. 

When he headed back Quinn was already eating the last of her squirrel while keeping a dedicated eye on his, turning it a half inch every few minutes. He observed her from his place at the edge of the small clearing and felt something in his chest burn, in the kind of way his numbed hands did under the fire's warmth after long hours shovelling snow. And his lips wavered into a small smile, if only for a second. Then she looked out into the dark in his direction, and he felt like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn't be.

When they finally decided to rest, He insisted on staying up first to keep watch. Promising Quinn that he’d wake her up when he needed to sleep, but never doing so. Instead watching over her resting form with brows knitted in concern. Her face was stuck with fear, her body thrashing against the air, and after a while silent tears wet her cheeks. Barely visible under the dying embers of the fire. Eventually with a huff he pulled himself from his spot and sat next to her, and began to hum a melody could barely remember. One his mother had once sung to him but of which the words had been lost.

The morning dew hung heavy on the two hunters, who had woken up and immediately picked up where they had left the day before. The deer was getting closer to them, each broken twig, track and disturbed piece of brush leading them to their destination.

“Careful.” He ushered her through a particularly dense part of the woods, pushing back a thrones branch for her to pass. 

She thanked him as she passed and waited for him, the two joining shoulder to shoulder at a steady pace. Dixon pointed out various wildlife along their stalk. He saw as her brows furrowed into a knot, giving him her full concentration. Occasionally the two stopped, Dary passing her his crossbow and watching with a smirk on his face as she shot down a squirrel. She struggled with the weight of the heavy weapon and he could see the muscles in her arm straining to hold it up. Despite that though, she was almost as good a shot as him. 

“Fuck, Daryl look she's over there.” She practically threw Daryl's crossbow back to him, her voice despite its quiet tone sent a shiver of urgency through him. 

He twisted around, pulling up to aim as fast as he could and shot a bolt but the opportunity was gone. The doe ran into the brush before he could see if the shot landed or not. He wildly started shooting as fast as he could, running after it. The wind pushed against his back, flipping his hair into his eyes and he wanted to pull it out. Or scream in frustration and rip the stupid deer apart with his own hands. The anticipation of the hunt killed him. 

“This goddamn fuckin’ deer.” He didn't dare shout, stopping and just calling out loud enough for Quinn to hear. Taking a moment to catch his breath  The woman slowly crept towards where the deer had last been, searching the ground and surrounding trees fervently. 

“They landed!” She exclaimed, running towards him with a grin spread across her face.

“Booyah!” He exclaimed a wide smile pulled across his own. Grabbing her arm and pulling them to the direction the doe had bolted. 

They stumbled across enough blood after a few minutes that tracking the deer became as easy as following the line splattered across the forest floor in red. It led them straight back in the direction of the camp. The two were equally relieved at the thought of finally going back to their makeshift civilization. 

When they were only metres away from breaking the treeline his stomach started to sink as he heard the group's loud bickering. 

“Oh, Jesus.” Dale didn't seem pleased to see the two when they finally emerged from the treeline. Looking towards the source of the mayhem they found their deer alongside the body of a walker, whose head lay beside it. Snapping and biting at the air. 

“Son of a b*tch. That's my deer! Look at it. All gnawed on by this… filthy, disease-bearing, motherless poxy bastard!” Kicking at its headless corpse he released his built-up frustration in a crescendo of violence. 

“Calm down, son. This isn't helping.” Quinn cringed at the older man's words, having already started to back away from the gathering crowd. 

“What do you know about it, old man?” Daryl rushed towards Dale.

 “Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to "on Golden Pond"? I've been tracking this deer for miles. Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison.” He calmed himself down, looked at the girl who’d carefully headed a few steps into the tree line and started pulling the arrows from the deer. 

“What do you think? Do you think we can cut around this chewed-up part right here?” He motioned around the deer, but everyone looked disgusted at the sight. 

“I would not risk that.” Shane’s voice cut through him, but he didn't disagree. 

“That's a damn shame. I got some squirrels. About a dozen or so. That'll have to do.” He signed heavily, trying to find Quinn again, who’d slipped around the group towards Amy. 

The walker’s head below him snapped its teeth, its decaying face exposing the inside of its mouth. The sight threw Daryl into a silent rage. Amy’s cry as she was led away by Quinn only angered him more. 

“Come on people what the hell? Don't y'all know nothing?” He shot the creature with his arrow, pulling it out and wiping it clean on his pants. 

“It's gotta be the brain!”

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Problem in Atlanta

Daryl Dixon x reader

Note: Just a short one, but  wanted to post this, idk why. Hope you like it. <3

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You saw as Daryl was coming from the forest with squirrels on his shoulder. You started walking towards him and tried to prepare yourself for the following, burdensome conversation.

„Daryl, I need to talk to you, it’s about Merle.” you said, and sensed that he instantly froze. A bolt from the blue. „There was a problem in Atlanta.”

„He dead?”

„We’re not sure.” Shane said, and you shot him a glance, because he was not helping at all. You wanted to be the one that pops the ’news’, despite the fact that you weren’t there when the incident happened. You just tried to prevent a fight, which seemed likely to happen.

„He either is or he ain’t.” Daryl turned towards Shane and Officer Friendly, more threatening. He was indeed getting pissed.

„No easy way to say it, so I’ll just say it.” Rick interrupted.

So Rick said it, and that’s how Daryl found out what happened to his brother, how he was left behind while he was out there hunting. Another reason to torment himself at nights, thinking about what ifs.

You knew Merle, not as much as his brother though, but more than the others here. You weren’t much of a fan of him either, but just thinking about how he felt on that roof with hands cuffed, no hope for leaving, made your stomach turn. It wasn’t fair, not at all.

You had to make it back to the city, and free him, even if that meant that the three of you get definitively separated from the group. Even if you very much so liked the new people that your ways crossed with, you were going to choose Daryl over anyone. You were thinking about this because it was pretty sure that after everything, Merle’s staying was not an option and Daryl wasn’t going to leave his blood for people who he didn’t even trust.

Rick, T-Dog, Daryl and Glenn were getting ready for the trip back to the city. You approached Daryl.

„I’m going with you, want to help.”

„Nah, you’re not.” You scoffed.

„It wasn’t a question, Daryl.”

So with that you turned around to get what you need. Or rather you just tried because he took a hold of your arm. There was silence between you two for a moment as you were staring up at him, in hope to get an explanation of his action.

„I’mma need ya here more than anything, in case things go south and I don’t have Merle anymore. Not gonna risk ya too.”

He was already preparing himself for a loss. You couldn’t blame him, but deep down this made you sad.

„You better come back in one piece, Daryl Dixon.”

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|DARYL DIXON|

The beginning of everything

Warning: None

Daryl Dixon x fem reader

Night had finally fallen, the stars began to populate the sky and the moon illuminated the empty and quiet streets of the city. The van that he had managed to buy after saving so much time was back at the mechanic with none other than the Dixons. Since she was little, she had formed a rare but beautiful friendship with the brothers, who at first had been a little annoyed by the presence of a girl, but over time she had gotten used to them.

The way home from work was too long, which led me to decide to spend the night with them and wait for my van.

Before I got too close, I felt something weird. Both the motorcycle and the two trucks were guarded, which was not normal since they were always left outside, the windows were closed and the television seemed to be off.

When my feet touched the wood of the entrance, the door flew open, without even giving me time to knock. Daryl was poised to attack, his crossbow inches from my nose, a knife in his hand and Merle standing next to him with a gun in her hands. He had always known that they got into some ugly business and that's why they always had to keep an eye out for strangers, but they would never go on the defensive just by hearing footsteps.

I raised my hands in a survival instinct, their faces softened when they saw who it was and it was the youngest of the brothers who quickly lowered their weapons, took my arm and dragged me into the house. Merle looked around for a few seconds and then locked the door, bolted it, and locked it with a table.

“What are you doing woman?” Daryl asked me as he looked me up and down and ran his hands over my shoulders and arms.

"Don't you read or listen to the news, beautiful? I thought you were smarter. "Merle added with a smile on his face.

"That would have to ask you. Do they receive me with a blast in the face and pure lead? I thought we were friends." Merle simply turned around and continued putting cans and everything he found in a box, while the youngest stared at me.

"Haven't you really heard the news? Have you not met anyone on the street? Damn woman, you never pay attention."

Noticing the seriousness in his words, it was impossible for me not to worry. I followed him to the chair in front of the television that I didn't know how it was still working and the three of us listened to the reporter's words.

–We repeat: do not leave your house. Take only what is necessary and go to the centers, there you will find medical attention, food and you will be safe. We still don't know where it comes from...- Before the woman could finish speaking, the cameraman took her arm, with her camera still on, and began to guide her down a corridor. Behind her, screams and what sounded like growling could be heard. Maybe an earthquake?

After running for a few minutes, they reached the terrace of the building. At this point, the cameraman didn't care to record the situation, he could only see the floor... but it wasn't until someone jumped on the woman, that I could see what was happening; The man had her arm, her teeth chewed desperately on her shoulder, tearing piece after piece. His screams were heartbreaking and only made my hands shake more and more.

Thousands of questions were going through my head. What was happening? Why did he attack her like that? Why don't I run into anyone like them on the streets? Will my family be okay? All the questions disappeared at the moment when the cameraman, desperately looking for a way out, pointed his camera at the precipice of the building, and down there, thousands of people... or what seemed like people, walked the streets at a slow pace, some faster, others shouted and stretched their arms towards where he was.

The moment I was about to ask how far this would go, how far they would broadcast it on television, he just jumped.

"But..." The words didn't finish coming out of my mouth when the brothers got up quickly.

"We're not going," Daryl warned as he helped Merle pack the missing items into the boxes.

"Where?" The nervousness in my voice was present.

"Wherever, we will not stay. You're coming with us, beautiful." The older man answered as he threw a backpack at me.

"I...I don't-I don't have to look for my parents...my brother-"

"Hey, hey...we have to go. You already saw how everything is in the city, I promise we'll look for them later."

I got up from the chair without hearing his words. I was not going to leave my family. But as I approached the door, arms wrapped around my shoulders as Merle stood in front of it.

"Y/n...we have to go." His arms stretched out to surround me like letamekte, getting trapped in her embrace.

"I promise you that we will look for them, beautiful…" finished the mayir of the brothers while he wiped away the inconsolable tears that rolled down my cheeks.

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Hello!! how are you? I hope you liked it! I would love to know if you liked it and I would gladly take requests, it sound fun💫

Thank you!!❤

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Sons of Anarchy Fanfic Commission/request

I'm trying to behave. So much.

So instead of STARTING a new fanfiction, I'd love to outsource. Any authors willing to write a Sons of Anarchy fic?

I'm totally willing to pay you or commission you, of course. I want to support the fanfiction author community. So if you have read my tumblr, you've read my fics, or you KNOW of an author who would want to do this, let me know. Just contact me through my DMs or even comment below, or whatever. I've had a fic commisisoned before, and they did an AMAZING job, but a lot of people I've looked up are pretty busy or full-up.

I also am more than happy to talk shop or story lines or even head cannons, ideas... anything with Sons, or The Walking Dead, harry potter, MASH .. pretty much any fandom I've mentioned in my time here.

thank you for your time.

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