Warnings: Character death, Strangling, Attempted murder, Slight smut, Making out, AU.
Summary: You and Daryl are divorced with a daughter named Raven. Daryl has been hooking up with Leah, until she attacks you and Daryl tells you the truth.
Era: After Betas death / end of S10.
You woke up to horrifying screams coming from your daughter. You practically flipped out of bed running across the hall to your daughters room. She was wailing , almost sounding like she was in pain. You virtually knocked her door down. Come to find out she dropped her blanket. “Goodness Gracious Ray, you can’t do that.” You said breathing heavily, your heart still pumping in your chest. You grabbed her blanket and tucked her in again. You got back in bed and went to sleep.
You woke up to three almost identical knocks on your front door. You knew it was Daryl. He usually came around to say good morning to Raven. Most of the time he even stayed on the couch with her overnight. You missed him so much. His warmth and comfort every night. His strong arms pulling you in and his heavenly lips against yours. “Y/n” He discreetly yells with a scratchy, growly voice you couldn’t get enough of. You realized you had been zoned out. “Coming!” You murmured. You set Raven’s sippy cup down on the counter. You picked her up and held her on the sides of your hips. You opened the door and gave him a weak smile. “Hey.” He said in a low growl. You stared into each others eyes for a moment. “Hey. I’m guessing your here for Raven?” You said snapping out of your trance. “Nah, am actually here ta’ see ya” Me? You thought to yourself. “We’ll here I am.” “Jus’ wanted ta’ see yar face.” You turned bright pink. “Yeah?” “Ya, we’ll I oughta go.” He said leaning in to kiss Raven’s forehead. “Hey, wait.” You said, he turned around to face you. “I’m going out on a run today. You mind watching her?” “F’course not.” You smiled briefly at him, handing Raven to him. “Appreciate it.” You said sending him another weak smile. Daryl left with Raven while you went to grab your bag and shotgun.
You were at the closest convenience store to Alexandria. You had managed to grab a couple things. Before your eyes, it was already dusk. You decided to just find shelter before the walkers start swarming. You managed to find an abandoned cabin. Not knowing you were basically on the Reapers property. You fell asleep, your head leaning on your bag. You woke up to somebody on top of you. A familiar face with blonde hair that was graying. It was Leah, Daryl had been recently hooking up with her. You tried to grab the knife from sheath, but she slapped your hand away. “He’s mine.” She said in a furious voice. “I’m not with him an- ymore” You said struggling to breath due to her hands wrapped around your neck surely leaving marks later. She let out a soft chuckle. She starts punching you repeatedly in the face. You finally get a chance to flip her over and force her down, but she caught you off guard, you still practically half asleep. She took her knife and cut little scars into your face, purposely terrorizing you. She kept hitting you with all her strength until you were about to pass out. You heard loud footsteps coming from the cabin entrance, then an arrow went through her skull, she dropped on top of you making it even harder for you to breathe. You recognized the footsteps and the arrows. You were pretty sure they were Daryl’s but you just had the shit kicked out of you. You really weren’t sure. “Daryl?” You asked settling the question of if it really was him. “R’ya ok?!” He yelled pushing Leah off of you, not even caring that it was her. “Does it look like it?” You joked. He scoffed. You woke up in your bed. Daryl was asleep on the floor leaning against the wall with Raven in his arms next to your bed. “Daryl!” You whisper yelled. He jumped. “Yar awake.” “Why are you on the floor?” You asked. “Didn’t want to make ya uncomfortable.” He said. “Seriously? We’ve fucked at least 30 times and we have a kid together, your worried about me being ‘uncomfortable’” You mocked him. “We’ll shit woman, sorry if I’m tryna be considerate.” He argued. “Get up here.” You said. He stood up with the baby. “Without the baby.” He went over to her room and put her in her crib and shut the door. He climbed into bed next to you staring at the ceiling. You were cleaned up , and in new clothes. “Did you do this?” “Nah, dog did.” He teased. “Yar eyes lookin better.” He said. “What you did… yknow who that was right?” You asked. “Tha hell kinda question is that, f’course I knew.” He said. “But you loved her.” “Nah, she was just a distraction.” You turned your head to him confused. “Aight maybe I liked her a little. But that was before she almost killed my wife.” Your eyes widened, he called you his wife. “Ex, ex wife sorry.” You smiled. “No, wife is better.” He looked at you and you stared into each others eyes for a couple of moments, the sexual tension creating a heat in your pants. “I’d kill anyone for ya. I don’t give a fuck who they are. They ain’t ya. Shit I fucked up Y/n, I love you. Should’ve never let ya go.” The tension broke when you crashed your lips into his. Your lips surrounding his, he bit your top lip causing you to whimper. “Fuckin missed those sounds.” He said. You straddled him, his hands on your hips. He grabbed your neck causing you to wince from the pain of when Leah strangled you. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this.” He said. You nodded and layed on his chest. “So what are we.” I asked. “What we’ve always been. Husband and wife. He said.
a/n : i honestly don’t like this but it took to long not to post, im not the best at writing but this came to mind and it was to good to not write. any tips for better writing??
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