#re; daryl x carol

[deansapplepie]

Till THE DEAD do us part| Chapter 10

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

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Chapter 10: I’d carry it proudly

Summary: Y/N and Daryl get in the woods to practice some archery. Daryl gets to know more about Y/N, but she also wants to know about him. Things get heated between them.

Warning: light swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of psychological abuse, past trauma, mentions of pregnancy, Rick being an annoying big bro, make out session, smut, kisses, fingering, dry humping, Daryl’s almost a sex educator in this one. Minors do not interact. 18+ (Let me know if I forgot anything)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s Sister)

Word Count: 7,961

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love. ALSO, this is my first smut in English, so I hope it’s not too bad.

“Ready for yer crossbow lessons?” Daryl asked sitting by your side to have breakfast.

“I was born ready, babe.” You answered before shoving some eggs on your mouth. “But if I’m not good at it, the fault is gonna be on the teacher.”

“Let me guess, and if ya’re good is just ‘cause ya’re a pro on everything.” He answered, raising a brown and with a smirk on his face.

“Of course, I have my own merits.” You elbowed him playfully. “Where are we going to practice?”

“Thought ‘bout going into the woods and making some targets in different places and distances. Think it’ll be good to teach ya.” He said starting to eat.

“And how’s your wound? Do you think it’s safe to go?” You asked concern in your voice.

“It’s good, not as painful as befor’” he said, but he didn’t say it didn’t have pain at all. “ ‘sides that, we aren’t going on Nervous Nelly and I have ya to cover my back. I guess we’re jus’ fine.”

You finished eating and then went to prepare everything for leaving the farm to train, you changed your clothes and took your gun and knife to go. You left Luna with Carl and headed to Daryl’s camp, apparently he didn’t want to leave the place. He told you he didn’t want to be annoyed, you questioned how come you could be around and he didn’t had an answer he just grunted, or he didn’t had the courage to tell you he didn’t want you there too or you were the only one he tolerated.

He was ready and waiting for you when you arrived, after that you went in the direction of the woods, walking side by side. The weather was still a little bit warm, but it was starting to have a cold breeze, which means fall and winter were on their way. In the old world, you used to enjoy this seasons, but now you weren’t so sure about it, cause you didn’t know if you would have a roof to be when the really cold weather came.

“That day, did ya think I was going to beat Carol?” Daryl surprised you with a question, bringing you back from your thoughts.

“No, not at all. But I must confess you scared me a little. Beating women just doesn’t sounds like you. I’d never think that.” You said, your hand tentatively brushing on his while you two walked.

“Was… the bastard that hurt you like Ed?” Wow, you didn’t really see that coming. Did he thought your reaction had something to do with it? Did you look so angry that day that he thought it was related to past traumas? Well, maybe it was a little but either way, you think you’d not let he treat anyone that didn’t deserved like that, in the same way you’d not permit anyone to treat him like that.

“Not exactly…” You touched a tree while you were passing. “The psychological abuse? Yes, but he never laid a finger on me. The only time he tried was when we broke up, well, I broke up with him, but luck me we were at Rick’s for a family barbecue and Shane happened to be just passing by the living room. So you must imagine how it all ended.” You didn’t like to talk much about it, but with Daryl seemed just right… Like he’d not judge you or take the guys side how many misogynists men would do.

“I’m sure he deserved all the special treatment Shane gave him.” Even talking with you he observed everything around you, what made you impressed on how he could focus so perfectly on two things.

“You should see, he got worse than Ed.” You took a deep breath, you just wished you could forget everything about him, about that time and about all the words you used to hear from him.

“Nothing that he ever told ya is true.” He brushed his hand against your and caught your pinky on his.

“How could you know?” You observed the dried leaves you were stepping along the way.

“ ‘cause I know ya.” He simply said, for him it was enough and on his mind nothing would ever justify the abuse someone suffered, he could understand it better than anyone.

“He was a sick son of bitch.” You took a glance at your intertwined pinkies and couldn’t help but give a small smile.

“For sure, he had an incurable case of small dick.” You weren’t expecting this sassy remark, but stopping to think it really sounded like something Daryl would say. You couldn’t hold the laugh, he wasn’t completely wrong… Not that you had seen too many dicks in your life, Paul had been your first and only boyfriend being with him during the late high school years, college and a little bit after it, so his dick was the only one you had seen officially speaking, but you already watched porn and his were kind of small if you compared, not even medium to be honest. “By the laugh, I know I’m right.”

“Now, that you already made I confess my darkest secrets, I think it’s fair if you tell me something about you.” You said, you actually didn’t know what to ask, there was so many things you wanted to know about him, but you also didn’t want to pass the limits.

“I think it’s good here.” He stopped in front of a group of trees that conveniently were organized by mother nature transversally and would be perfect for the practice. “How about ya do yer best on our training and if ya do good, I answer whatever shit ya want to know.”

“Deal. Be prepared to answer me whatever I want.”

He got a hammer from his bag and some nails, with it he nailed four wood boards, one in which tree. He was really prepared for the lesson and got you impressed. After nailing the last wood board he came to you.

“First, let’s talk about position. Ya know how to shot a gun, a rifle too. It’s a bit similar.” He took his crossbow and handed it to you, then he positioned himself behind you. “Keep yer legs a bit apart from the other.” He signaled with his feet touching yours to show how it should be. “Now the posture, keep yer spine straight, shoulders to the back.” He placed a hand on your back and with the other hand he pushed one of your shoulders to show where it should be. His hands were so warm that you could feel it even with some layers of clothing. “Now, show me how ya hold a rifle.” You hold the crossbow just like if you were going to shoot a rifle. He covered your arms with his and put his hands on top of yours just positioning it a bit better. “Good, that’s it.” He said by your ear, his lips almost touching you, you could even feel his stubble, sending chills throughout all of your body. “Now if ya wanna have a good shot ya need to look here.” He pointed the middle of the weapon. “When ya see where ya wanna shoot, just press here. Just like a gun.”

“And now?” You asked, almost not breathing, aware of his presence and trying to remain like he said.

“Now you need to learn how to put an arrow in the bow.” He distanced himself from you and you almost cried for losing the contact.

“It can’t be hard, right?” You asked relaxing and pulling at the cord from the crossbow, it was very strong, you’d need to use some force to do it.

“If ya have strong arms it isn’t.” He said. “Gimme it here.”

He took the bow and showed you how you had to pull the cord and then the arrow. It looked so easy with him doing it, like it was nothing.

“Now, ya try.” He handed you the bow back.

You needed to use all your strength to do it, but you did and you didn’t complain in any moment even though you felt a light pain on your arm.

“Try to aim at the middle of the boards, the middle is the walker brain. Too much for the sides and it means the arrow missed.” He said, leaning on a tree that was behind you.

“Are you making unrealistic rules so I can’t ask you your deepest secrets later?” You questioned while positioning yourself to shoot for the first time.

“Nah, I just don’t want ya to be a shitty archer. Ya can thank me later.” He said unamused.

“Well, let’s start then.” It couldn’t be too different than a gun, right? He even said it himself.

You aimed at the first tree, the one that was closer. Daryl made the rule that you could just move to the others when you hit at least close to the middle of the board. You concentrated yourself, took a breath and shot it hitting the extreme left of the board, so the arrow fell a little after the tree. You huffed disappointed and went ahead to get the arrow back. When you turned back, you saw a smirk on Daryl’s face.

“What are you smirking about?” You asked him, you wanted to know what was so funny.

“Ya thought it would be super easy, didn’t ya?” He had a mocking smile on his lips and you wanted to punch him and at the same time kiss his handsome sexy lips.

“I didn’t. BUT I expected I would at least hit close since I aimed at the middle of the thing.” You protested, you were good at shooting and you knew it would take a lot of work from anyone that wanted to be an archer like Daryl.

You prepared the bow one more time to shoot again, honestly now you could get why Daryl’s arms were so muscular, pulling the cord everyday all day was a damn work out. You positioned yourself once again to aim at the target.

“I know ya said, ya didn’t like him like that. But, don’t ya think Shane like ya?” Daryl asked, trying to sound cool as it wasn’t a question running on his mind for a long period of time. First he had thought about it back at the quarry, while you two got close he would receive nasty looks from Shane, as if he hated him. Then he started to return the same looks, and still today he would receive the stares from Shane. When you told your story about your ex, he couldn’t help but question if Shane did what he did because you were like a little sister or because he liked you in a different way.

“Really? Now are you trying to make me lose my concentration?” You got out of position to look back at him.

“No, ya don’t have time to concentrate when there’s a walker coming. Go back to yer position, continue aiming at the target and answer ma question.” He answered gesturing with his hand for you to get back to the job.

“Bossy…” you murmured turning back to the target. “Now you owe me 2 questions.”

“Whatever.”

“No, he never looked at me like that, I guess.” You positioned your body in the correct way again. “I’m 6 years younger than them, or something like this, which means when they started to get into girls, I was still a kid. They babysat me and used the cute little sister card to impress the girls. So, nah.”

“But ya grew.” He gnawed his finger nervously praying that you didn’t look back. He listened to your heavy sigh, then you shot the target and were able to hit a little bit more on the inside, but still not close enough to the center.

“Well, in case you didn’t notice, he’s not exactly afraid of Rick. So if he wanted, he would have made a move.” You answered taking the arrow back from the board. “And, I’d have refused as I already told you before I never liked him like that.”

You were preparing once again the arrow to shoot, he said nothing. The same way he wished he should have kept his mouth shut back that day in the woods in the quarry. But once again he was relieved knowing not only you had no interest in Shane, but Shane had no interest in you.

“Is Daryl Dixon jealous?” You asked aiming at the target one more time and shoot hitting almost the middle of the target.

He took your success on hitting the target as an excuse to not answer your question, because he’d not admit he was indeed Jealous. “Congrats Pup, ya killed the walker. Now move to the next target.”

“And you are not answering my question.” You said while moving to be in front of the second target.

“I’ll answer when ya finish hitting the targets.” He answered grumpy as if he wasn’t the one making personal questions.

“You better do.” You said and shot an arrow on the second target.

You continued training with the bow, every time you changed for a target in a more distant tree it would get more difficult to hit the board and took more time from you to get close to the middle. From time to time Daryl would come to you and help to correct your posture. When you got to the last tree it was taking a little longer from you to hit the target, more because your arms were tired and sore from pulling the cord on the crossbow many times.

You had already lost count on how many shots you had on the fourth and last target. You could tell Daryl your arms were aching and that you wanted to stop, and you were sure he wouldn’t mind. But you didn’t want to give up and go back defeated, also you were expecting you could make some questions to him. There was so many things you wanted to know that you weren’t even sure what to ask. You decided to give yourself 5 chances to hit the board, if you didn’t succeed you’d give up and tell Daryl you’d try another day.

You shot one time, too high. Another one, too low. You tried a third time and it hit on the right side, not too distant from the border, but not exactly close to the middle. You took a deep breath, aimed at the target and shot hitting it almost in the middle. “YEAH!” You shouted jumping in excitement. “Did you see D.? I got it!”

You jumped at him letting the crossbow fall to the ground. You were so happy to achieve the goal that he couldn’t help but smile at you. When you threw yourself at him both of you lost the balance and fell to the ground, you on top of him. He let out a groan feeling pain in his still in recovery wound.

“Oh my gosh, D. I’m sorry. Are you ok?” You asked looking worriedly at him. “Let me check if the stitches are ok.”

He held your hand before you could put it under his shirt and lift it. “I’m ok. I don’t feel blood dripping from my injuries. Don’t need to check.” The move didn’t go unnoticed by you, but you knew about his boundaries, or some of them, you just didn’t know why.

Your knees were on each side of his hips and you didn’t want to waste one of your questions just to know if he was jealous or not. You knew he was, even if he’d never admit it out loud. You looked at his face and finished on his eyes. “You have no reason to be jealous, ‘cause I only have eyes for you and in all those years you’re the only one that made me feel like this, Daryl Dixon.” That wasn’t a love confession, but was really close to it. You didn’t want to scare him or to be rejected by him, but you wanted to reassure him, soothe him and make him feel secure.

The hold you had on him was out of this world, it scared him and comforted him at the same time. He tried to stay away, to push you away… and just like a magnet he was dragged back to you. He stopped fighting a long time ago, but sometimes the life he had before, who he was before, what he suffered… all of this came back to him, and having you saying this words to him, like he was special to someone, special to you, it made him never want to let go of you. He wanted to be selfish and feel that he deserved you, and that he was all the good things you told him.

He crushed his lips on yours, one hand on the back of your head pulling you closer to him. Your hands traveled on his shoulders and arms while you kissed fervently. His hands descended to your hips, fingers brushing on the skin under your shirt. You needed more, oh, you needed way more. You rolled your hips on his, searching for some friction your core aching to feel something, anything. You could feel his voluminous hard on, earning a groan from him, this time not a painful one. He bulked his hips on yours again as you did the same with him, his hands went to your butt grabbing and squeezing it, making a moan scape your lips and go into his. His tongue fighting for dominance with your, making a mess of lips, teeth, tongue and saliva.

A growl coming from your left startled you making you separate yourself from Daryl, that for the first time was ignoring everything around him and hadn’t listen to a damn thing. One second he looked confused at you for parting from him, the other he saw you picking the crossbow that was thrown on the ground, you pulled the cord, put the arrow, aimed at the walker and next second it was on the ground, dead with an arrow on its head.

“That was hot.” He looked at you in awe. He sat up and hands still on your butt. You put the crossbow aside, your arms around his neck. “Ya saved our asses.”

“Guess, Walkers are easier than trees or… I had a pretty good teacher.” You said, a mischievous smile on your face and he couldn’t resist but give a peck on your lips.

“We need to go. It’s clearly not safe here.” He was right. Very reluctantly he let go of your butt, you got up and extended your hand to help him up.

You retrieved the arrow from the walker’s skull and cleaned it. You caught everything you had brought and put in your bags to go back to the farm. On your way back, Daryl took your hand in his, cheeks blushing and all, but he tried to pass normality.

“Yer arms hurt, don’t they?” He asked squeezing your hand a little. You never complained, but he knew that you would feel it, you were not used to this kind of exercise. Also, he saw your pained face every time you’d prepare to shoot again, he didn’t say anything because he felt like he could discourage you if he did.

“A lot.” You confessed. “How did you know?”

“Ya’re not used to it, I knew it would hurt. Also, it was all written on yer face.” He said glancing at you for some seconds. “Ya never complained, ya’re gonna be a good archer.”

“Thanks.” You couldn’t stop smiling since your training spot. That was really a good day, you learned how to use a crossbow, you had a hot make out session with the man that controlled all your thoughts and you used a crossbow to kill a walker.

“When all the shit with the group that attacked in the city is over, maybe we can find a crossbow for ya in a hunting shop or something.” He suggested and you liked the idea very much. You wanted to train more, and having a silent weapon that could shoot a long distance was a good thing. You didn’t know till when you’d have ammo.

“It sounds perfect to me.” You said taking a glance at him, the smile that you couldn’t hide all over your face and hardening you grip on his hand.

You came back to the farm, hand in hand. You left Daryl on his camp, he said soon he’d join the others to help with whatever was needed. You went back to the house almost jumping in excitement, a smile still on your lips. Rick, Lori and Carol were on the porch, talking about something.

“Guess what” you announced once you were close enough. “I’m a pro with a crossbow. Even killed a walker with it.”

“Hope you killed it with an arrow and not throwing the crossbow on it.” Rick couldn’t resist but make funny of you, it was stronger than him… it was impregnated in his big bro genes in the same way his protection was.

“Haha, very funny.” You pretended not seeing the fun on his joke. “I killed it with an arrow, ask Daryl if you don’t believe me.”

“Talking about Daryl… We all saw you holding hands on your way back. Are you now official?” Carol couldn’t contain her curiosity, it was time for you to stop pinning on each other.

“We were holding hands.” You pathetically answered not actually answering the question and just repeating what she said. What should you say? You never put names on anything and you never talked about it. It was too early too.

“Yes, we saw Y/N. But that wasn’t what Carol asked.” Lori stated. “Did something else happened?”

“Stop! Nothing happened.” You replied defensively feeling your cheeks burn and blush run on your face.

“Y/N and Daryl under a tree kissing!” Rick singsonged.

“Shut up! What are you? Ten?” You gave him a light punch on his arm.

“Are you going to help with dinner today?” Lori asked rocking in the chair.

“Yes, with anything actually. Came here to see what you needed help with. Though, I would be eternally grateful if it was something that I didn’t need to move my arms a lot, cause they are hurting badly.” You threw yourself on one of the chairs.

“I’m not gonna ask what you did, because I’m afraid…” Rick was impossible annoying that day, always picking on you.

“Try shooting with a crossbow multiple times and then talk to me Rick. Why did you decide to be jerk today?” You threw the words at him.

Rick would be lying if he said he was calm, he wasn’t. After the attack on the city, the people he killed, his pregnant wife, his traitor best friend and now having to deal with the young man they brought with them from the city… He was far from good, so playing with you, like the old times, brought a sense of normalcy, just as if life wasn’t a shit anymore.

“No reason, I just like to pick on you.” He said before leaving and messing all your hair with his hands.

Later you helped with the dinner and also with the dishes when everybody finished it. There was no way of escaping doing activities with your arms, you needed them for almost everything. You were scrubbing the dishes when you felt a presence by your side, arms brushing on yours.

“What if ya wash and I dry?” Daryl asked.

“I’d appreciate it. Also, the company makes all the difference.” You answered washing some of the plates.

“Are ya going to my tent tonight?” He asked while he dried the plates.

“Do you want me to go?” You asked, you knew he wanted. The simple act of asking you was an indicator that he expected you to go, but you couldn’t just resist and make him talk.

“Yes, I sleep better when ya’re with me.” He blushed, he couldn’t see and he hoped you didn’t see but his face was pretty much red.

“So, I’m going. I also sleep better with you.” You answered while you washed the cutlery. “Just need to take my things on my tent.”

“Take what?” He asked, what would you need besides yourself?

“I’m not sleeping in jeans everyday. I need to wear something comfortable.” You said passing him the cutlery. “Maybe is good if take my sleeping bag too, what do you think?”

“Mine can fit both of us.” He said, he felt that if you had one more sleeping bag you would sleep more distant from him. Which he knew wasn’t true, because don’t matter how you slept, you always ended up hugging him.

“Ok, your tent your rules. I get it.” You answered in defeat. “But, I’ll still pick a change of clothes.”

When you finished with the dishes you said your ‘good nights’ to whoever was still around and went to your tent picking your change of clothes. He went first to his camp while you took your things and headed there too. Lori had asked you early why didn’t you simply disassembled your barrack and moved to his, but having your own tent was a security, if you needed you had it and besides that you could store your things in it.

When you got there he was finishing organizing his things. “Ya can go in, I’m going in a minute.” He said turning to face you and went back to finish what he was doing.

You entered his tent and looked around, everything screamed Daryl, you were getting so used to it that you started to think it was a little bit yours too. You had brought your beloved sleeping shorts and a comfortable oversized t-shirt. You decided to change while Daryl didn’t come. You unbuttoned your jeans and took it of, when you were finishing taking your legs out of it, Daryl entered and he could swear he almost had a heart attack.

“Wha’ are ya doing?” He asked voice high pitched a little in the end of the sentence, glued to his spot unable to think straight, he didn’t look away, but he didn’t move too.

“Changing my clothes?” You said uncertain, but tried to maintain your cool. You mean… you had slept together, but you didn’t sleep together in all the meanings of the word, just the basic meaning. So you hadn’t seen any parts from each other that you weren’t supposed to see. On the other hand, he had his hands on your butt just a few hours ago, so…

“And ya didn’t think ‘bout giving me a heads up?” He asked, trying hard not to look at your showing legs and what he could see of your ass, and failing to do so. He couldn’t take his eyes of you and you could feel his eyes burning on your skin.

“Didn’t think I needed to, besides that you had your hands on my butt earlier today, so what’s the difference on you looking at it?” You answered nonchalantly, wearing your shorts. “See, just covered my ass, but you can still see my legs.”

You took the hem of your shirt on your fingers and lifted it up, taking it out. Daryl couldn’t take his eyes off you, you had your bra on, but could he wish you didn’t? He turned around and finished closing the zipped door, when he turned back you were already wearing your comfortable shirt. You sat on his sleeping bag and looked at him.

“Aren’t you going to change to something more comfortable to sleep?” You asked, you weren’t expecting a show but, if you received it you’d not mind. He stayed in silence averting his eyes from yours. “Are you taking care of your wounds? I can help if you want.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry. Did I pass the limits?” You said, now truly concerned that maybe you should have given him a heads up about changing your clothes. You told him before, you could go slow, but maybe Rick was right… you were jumping from a plane with no parachute.

“No, it’s just…” he tried to find the words, but it was so, so difficult to talk about his feelings. He sat by your side, a little distant from you. “I… my body… it’s…”

“I already saw it before, you know? Not when Hershel was patching you up. One time, you thought nobody was looking and changed your shirt in the middle of the camp. I was looking. It wasn’t my intention, but I couldn’t help but stare, cause you’re the most handsome man I ever saw.” You honestly told him, you went to him, hugging him from behind, your palms on his stomach and your chin resting on his right shoulder.

“You can’t be serious…” he muttered.

“I am. Every single thing that is part of you, is special for me.” You kissed his neck and he sighed. It was a little overwhelming putting so many of your feelings on the table like this in just one day, when Daryl couldn’t really express what he felt. But you couldn’t resist the urge to reassure him about everything.

He didn’t know where he got the courage from, but he took your hands from his stomach and led them to the first button of his shirt. You asked if he really wanted that, and he just nodded. One by one, you opened all his buttons and them pulled it sliding through his arms. Looking at his scars close, was totally different than when he was far, at the same time your heart ached you couldn’t help but admire him, how handsome he was and mainly the man he had become after all the shit he probably went through to have those marks on his body.

You said nothing and he was so afraid you would regret the beautiful words you told him and that now you were disgusted by him, but those worries went away when your lips touched the other side of his neck, your hands went to his arms. Soon you descended your kisses to his shoulders and you caressed his sides. He closed his eyes and tried to forget everything else, how could a precious thing like you think he was worthy? How could you make he feel whole? You kissed every scar on his back, including the new one that was going to be there from the recent wound and at which kiss you’d take a deep sigh from him.

You moved to be in front of him and sat on his lap, one leg on each side of him. He also had scars on his chest and you kissed each of them. You ran your fingers on his hair and looked at his face. He looked at your eyes and he saw pure adoration, no disgust, no pity… just admiration and respect.

“What are you going to wear? Do you have any comfortable shirt?” You, poor little thing, were worried about what he would wear, when you had just kissed all of him provoking all kinds of emotions, from the purest of them to the dirtiest one and now he didn’t even want you wearing anything.

He put his big hands on your face, with one he caressed your cheek and the other he used to brush his thumb on your bottom lip. You were mesmerized, caught in the moment and couldn’t move, you were stuck on his baby blue eyes. In all his life, he could never have guessed that he would be so lucky in the middle of a fucking apocalypse. Yes, dead people were walking around pestering the world. Yes, his brother was god knows where. And yes, he still had to fight for his life, to have food on his plate and to survive. But, knowing you was never something he thought that could happen to him and for that he felt like the luckiest bastard in the world.

He brought his lips to yours tenderly, and just then you came out of the daze you were in and closed your eyes kissing him back. You put one hand on his nape tugging a little at his hair while your fingers massaged the place, your other arm was hanging lazily on his shoulder while your hand touched his back lightly. You kissed slowly, but passionately. He took his time to appreciate your lips, his tongue caressed your lips and you opened them compassionately just waiting to feel his tongue on yours. It was so deliciously electrifying that a moan left your lips, and you had just kissed. His hands descended from your face to your shoulders and soon he was cupping your breasts eliciting another moan from you and making your hips buck earning a groan from him. Your lips parted from each other gasping from air.

“If ya want me to stop…” Daryl started to say, but you didn’t let him finish afraid that he would stop.

“Don’t. Please…” You almost begged bringing his torso the closest you could to your body.

“Good, ‘cause this is gettin’ on ma way and I don’t wan’ it on ya anymore.” He tugged your shirt up taking it from you.

He took some seconds to admire what he had in front of him, the gorgeous woman he had in his arms, before his lips went to your jawline kissing, nibbling and licking. His lips went down your neck treating it with same attention he had given to your jaw, finally finding that spot, that sweet delicious spot… You let out another moan trusting your hips on his one more time, starting to move them against him craving for some contact, to feel more than you were already feeling. Your hands were everywhere on him, his shoulders, his chest, his abdomen and gods… you really wanted to take it a little more down. You felt his increasing bulge on his pants, and it was a wonderful sensation still wearing clothes, you couldn’t even imagine how it would be to feel him skin to skin, you full of him would probably be paradise.

He descended his lips to your shoulders sliding the straps of your bra down, his hands were on your lower abdomen, grabbing, squeezing and going down. His hand got to the waistband of your shorts and as if it was nothing it slided inside your shorts stopping covering your clothed pussy. You were so wet and he hadn’t even made you cum yet. “Ya’re so wet, baby. Is that all for me?” his voice was hoarse and husky and just the act of talking close to your ear made you feel that coil sensation on your lower stomach. You whined unable to bring words to your mouth, you just wanted to continue, for him to take you there and now, but that wasn’t Daryl’s plan. He wanted to do unspeakable things with you, but everything had it’s own time and a right way of happening,

“Yes, Daryl… please gimme more.” You pleaded your voice low just as if you couldn’t breath.

“Shhh… it’s ok, baby. I got ya.” He said slipping his hand inside your panties and now running his fingers on your impossibly wet folds.

He took your lips again on his while his thumb started to caress and make pressure on your clit, making you whimper and moan. He was loving eliciting all those sweet little sounds from you and all the reactions he was causing too. How many times have he daydreamed about having you like this? You were just at his mercy and taking everything he gave you. He slipped one finger inside you and you let out a gasp with the new contact, the wonderful sensation. He moved his finger inside you while his thumb still caressed your bundle of nerves, your walls contracting on his finger.

You broke the kiss, giving him a peck on his lips and descending your lips to his neck and shoulders, while he pumped his finger in and out of you. When you find his spot he groaned, knowing you had found it you sucked it, nibbled it… you wanted him to feel as good as he was making you feel. He added another finger and continued to move, now more slowly as he felt your walls restraining his fingers. “So tight… baby, it must be heaven bein’ inside ya.” You cried out with the addition of another finger, gripping his arms firmly. The tingling sensation escalated so quickly to a new feeling you had never experienced before, a coil building in your lower stomach sending jolts of pleasure to your core making you clench around his fingers. “Oh, Daryl… I… what’s…” You couldn’t make a coherent thought or word come from your lips, you felt like you exploded not being able to control your body that shivered, shaked and clenched around Daryl.

His other arm encircled your body bringing you closer to him while you descended from your high, your face buried on his neck. “Ya did so good for me… Good girl… yes, baby…” he whispered while he caressed your back, his fingers still inside you waiting for you. “Ya good?”

“What was that?” You brought your face from his neck and looked at his face in awe. “I never felt so good.”

“I thought ya weren’t a virgin.” He looked confused, you already dated someone for years, so…?

“I’m not… but sex was just nice? Not like I was exploding and the world was falling apart around me.” You confessed, you never understood what was all the buzz about sex. Well, until now that you experienced it with Daryl, not the whole thing but…

“The son of a bitch never gave ya an orgasm?” He was incredulous, it wasn’t fair that in your whole life you had never experienced it. ‘Oh, so that’s how an orgasm should feel’, you thought. “Unbelievable.”

“C-can you do it again?” You asked shamelessly. You wanted, no, you NEEDED to feel that again.

He took his fingers from your pussy and lifted them to his mouth proving your juices, now he couldn’t help himself but imagine how it would be to have his face buried between your thighs. He hummed in approval licking your juices from his fingers. “Most delicious thin’ I ever tasted”, He kissed you again and now you could taste a bit of yourself from his mouth, and you never imagined how it would turn you on doing so. “Gonna take care of ya, but first let’s take yer shorts off. We don’t wanna do a mess on them.” He said, but by the way things were down there, he imagined it was already messy, well at least it probably wasn’t like your panties.

He helped you taking of your shorts and you sat again on his lap, your hand went to his waistband and you started to fight with his belt when his hands stopped your hands. “No, princess. Not today.” You looked at him confused, like what were you supposed to do if you didn’t take his pants off?

“Why?” You pouted without even noticing. “How are you going to relieve yourself too?”

“We dun have condoms baby.” He didn’t want to risk you getting pregnant, one baby on the way was enough for your group. Did he want desperately to have his cock inside you? Yes, he’d sell his soul for this, but in this world he needed to think with his brain even when he was thinking with his dick. “We’re gonna feel good in another way, ok?”

You just nodded, you trusted him so you knew he was telling the truth. You weren’t a virgin, but right now you felt just like one knowing nothing about sex, when in reality you did know something, you just didn’t know how pleasurable it really could be until some minutes ago.

You kissed him again sucking on his lips, both your hands on his hair, his hands on your back going down till he could feel your butt with no cloth between his hands and you. He grabbed your ass taking a moan from you that moved your hips against him, feeling his crotch on your sensitive and throbbing heat. “That’s it, baby. Move jus’ like that.” He praised you, encouraged you. His hands reluctantly left your butt and went to your back opening your bra, he finished sliding it from your arms.

“This is not fair…” you said while he cupped your breasts as you straddled him. “I’m almost naked and you’re all dressed.”

“Life’s not fair sweet thing…” he kissed your collarbone and soon his mouth was around your left nipple while his other hand played with your other one.

You couldn’t argue with him, in fact you didn’t even want to, you just wanted that he continued doing his thing and sending you to the edge. In few seconds, you were a moaning mess. Now both of you bucking your hips against each other, his lips moving to give the same attention to your other breast. His name escaped from your lips uncountable times while both of you chased your highs, the coil on you lower abdomen building every minute that passed. He already feeling like he’s going to erupt like a volcano on each trust from your hips and every little sound that came from your mouth. One of his hands tangled on your hair and the other travelled between your spine and your thigh. “Come on, baby. Like that… cum with me…” he looked in your eyes and you guided your hand between both of you until you found your clit circling it, pressing it… searching for the same explosion you felt earlier. “D… Daryl…” you whined, your walls clenching around nothing while you continued moving against him squirming from the tsunami of sensations that came from your core and spread throughout your body. Following you Daryl trusted his hips aimlessly on yours while the volcano inside him erupted consuming all of him.

He hugged you, one hand on your nape while the other was on your lower back. Panting and waiting for both of you to come down your highs. You kissed his shoulder before looking in his eyes, your hand caressing his cheek. He observed you, one of your hands still shoved between your legs, he took your pulse taking your hand from your panties and sucked your fingers to clean them from you. “Was it good for you?” You asked now both of your hand on his face, fingers drawing his cheek bones, his nose and his lips.

“More than good.” He hold both your pulses and kissed the inside of them. “What about we clean to sleep, hm?” You nodded at him. He took your shirt from the floor and helped you putting it on. “It’s getting cold, it’s better if ya cover yerself, but bras are prohibited in this tent from now on.” You couldn’t resist but giggle. He laid you down before going to his things and look for something. “Gonna change yer panties, kay? Ya can wear one of ma boxers.” He helped you out of your panties and right after it slided his boxers on you. “Now, I’m gonna change.”

You laid on your side head resting on your arm looking at him admiring the incredible man in front of you. “Am I getting a show?” You asked a naughty smile on your face.

“Nah, better not. Gotta keep some mystery for nex’ time.” He said turning his back to you and taking off his pants.

“Can I look at your cute butt at least?” You asked grinning. He didn’t even answer, just got out of his boxers letting his beautiful round cute ass on display for you, while he put on clean boxers and sweat pants. “Thanks, now I have the image of it to visualize when I’m not with you.”

He wore a shirt and laid with you on his sleeping bag, he hugged you from behind spooning you, his head on your shoulder. You hold his hand intertwining your fingers with his and getting cozy.

“In the end, I didn’t get to ask you anything.” You remembered of your deal for him to tell you something about him if you did good on your training.

“Ya can ask now.” Nuzzling at your neck.

“Why didn’t you want me to take your pants?” In fact you wanted to ask it in another way, but right at that moment you felt a little shy of asking it so bluntly.”It doesn’t count as a question.” You completed fast, before he thought you were throwing away one of your questions.

“I told ya, we dun have condoms. We can’t risk gettin’ ya pregnant.” He should have seen that coming, but well... “In case you dunno pulling out isn’t an effective contraceptive option.”

“I don’t care…” you said clearly not thinking straight he could see.

“Ya’re making no sense woman. Ya’re probably still high from yer orgasm.” He couldn’t help but snort a little at your behavior. “One baby Grimes on the way is enough.”

“Baby Dixon. If it was yours, it wouldn’t be a Grimes.” You said, and he was a little relieved you had your back to him, because he was blushing as hell at thought of impregnating you with a baby Dixon.

“Think it’s better if we sleep. We had a long day.” He tried changing the subject and fighting the urge to break the moment, to push himself away from you. He didn’t want this, but his nature, his inner voices told him to do so, and this time he wouldn’t listen to them.

“I’d carry it proudly, you know?” You said pressing your back against him, trying to be closer, but it was already impossible, since both of you were already too much close in this embrace. You took his hand that was intertwined with yours and took it to your mouth kissing the back of it. “Good night… you still owe me my questions.”

“Night, sweetheart.” He closed his eyes, hiding his face on your neck while both of you drifted to sleep.

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[taylormarieee]

~Surprise~

Request: Could I request a Rick Grimes x reader where the reader tells him she’s pregnant. Just pure fluff

WordCount: 657

Pairing: ~Rick Grimes x Fem!Pregnant!Reader~

Warnings: None just pure cute fluff!

You and Rick have been together for a while. You loved him for so long. So the night where he confessed his feelings for you, you were completely shocked.

You and Rick have been talking about having children since you first found Alexandria. You guys were finally safe so, why. not. I mean you already had Judith and you thought of Carl as your own.

You guys tried and you thought there was something wrong. You though maybe you couldn't have kids or maybe it just wasn't meant to be.

But one night after you and Rick tried for the last time and you took the test while he was sleeping. You tested positive for being pregnant!

You were so happy you cried almost all night. You just didn't know how to tell him because he assumed you gave up already.

Rick was devastated from the amount of times you both tried so you were scared almost to tell him.

So instead of telling him you were gonna tell everyone in your group that knew.

So you set up a meeting at your shared house with all the group members.

Aaron, Carl, Maggie, Daryl, Glenn, Tara, Gabriel, Rosita, Abraham, Sasha, Carol, Eugene, and Michonne.

You told them and they were all happy for you both! They made plans to get you everything you needed plus there was a doctor. You told them about Rick.

"He doesn't know!" Maggie exclaimed.

"No. I'm scared to tell him because he gave up and so did I. I didn't think this would happen! I wanna do something big for him and tell him!" You say.

"Ya gotta tell him," Dary says.

" I know dar, so can you guys help me? y'know plan a big party?" You ask with pleading eyes.

They all nod and confirm they will help you. Over the span of the next few weeks, all of you decorate the other house the group shares and decorate it for you and the big reveal.

Today's the day when you reveal to Rick that you're pregnant. Everybody waiting in the house for him to arrive. Daryl guides him up the steps, due to him not being able to see anything and leads him inside the house.

You pace nervously and your hands are all sweaty. Rosita holds your hand and Aaron has a reassuring hand on your shoulder, giving you a 'It's going to be ok' look and you stop worrying.

Daryl removes his blidfold and Rick's eyes imediately fall on you. His beutiful wife.

"Hey sweetheart, What going on?" He asks in that southern accent you love.

"You know when we tried to have a child and it was never working out?" You ask.

He shakes his headand lets out a small 'mhm'.

"Well a couple weeks ago, I took one last test and..." You hesatate and look back at he rest of the group. They all smile and gives a thumbs up erging you to continue.

"Hun, what is it? You c-can tell me." He says.

You can hear the quiver in his voice. Did he think you were about to tell him bad news? Oh god!

"And, I'm pregnant Rick, with your child!" You say with a smile on your face. Hiseyes immediately widen. He grabs you and spins you around, his laughter echoing in the entire house.

"Oh my god! My wife is pregnant! My lovely wife! Oh how much I love you! I'm having a BABY!" He shouts at the top of his lungs.

You laugh as he spins you around and you kiss him.

He puts you down and covers your face in kisses. You giggle and the rest of the group horays and cheers!

Daryl gives his brother a hug and the res of the group join in for a group hug.

Rick hugs you once more before kissing you.

"Surprise baby!" You say smiling.

"Aww, god I love you." He says happily.

Thank you so much for requesting this! It was beautiful and I loved it so much!

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[yevmarie]

Light My Fire | Chapter 4

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Plot: having lost everything you are drowned in depression, which had happened to you a year ago. Now you need to struggle with the apocalypse as well with no sparkle in your heart. But there is one man who can light your fire to live.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Pronouns: you, she/her

Warnings:

angst;

mentions of depression;

swearing;

differences from the main plot may occur;

bad English (not my first language).

Honestly, not a big fan of this chapter, but I hope you'll enjoy it. Or at least find it fine.

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You started feeling worse both mentally and physically as several days had been passed. Not accepting Rick’s death did a bad thing to you leading to crying most of the time, losing proper sleep, and isolating from all the group. Carl was not an exception as Shane started stealing his attention and behaving like a father. The child in turn couldn’t resist it which was natural; you couldn’t blame him.

The only thing that cheered you up a bit was Daryl’s trophy after one of the runs he took part in. He brought you a jezve and a coffee package, asking if he could join you in the mornings. You found it cute and caring. The ritual involved sitting together in silence, sometimes pointless talking. If you both were in a mood you joked causing different looks from the group but Daryl and you didn’t care at all.

To distract you started helping in the camp kitchen because you liked cooking. You also used to spend lots of money on culinary classes to dig into the hobby. Both for pleasure and getting this damn serotonin your brains craved while the therapy.

But the magnificence didn’t last long until Daryl suddenly stopped joining you in the mornings probably for three days in a row. He didn't talk to you during the days and tried his best to avoid you. You didn’t blame him but found it ridiculous. And damn it disappointed you as Daryl was the closest person in the group although you knew nothing about each other. But you didn't push on him, just coped that you would do it on your own. This was definitely you didn’t have to get used to.

One day you joined Carol in the kitchen, helping her cut ingredients for the meal. You struggled to do this, the knives were dull and it irritated you. You missed your ideal kitchen with expensive knives you sharpened masterly. Thanks to the course you knew how to do it right. Not without spoiling the two at the beginning, but no one learns from the first attempt.

“Carol,” you groaned, “I’ll go and sharpen the knives. It’s just torture to cook with them”.

Carol hummed in surprise “Okay. What about gathering the group’s knives as well? I think everyone would be grateful to you for this,” she smiled.

“Why not?” you shrugged your shoulders and headed to your tent. You took a grindstone you grabbed when you were packing your things on the first day of the outbreak and your machete as it was dull too after your several runs in the forest. You decided to sharpen the kitchen knives and the machete first to then offer your help to the group, so anyone could be sure you wouldn’t waste the weapon. After some time you returned to the kitchen.

“Carol, are they fine now?” you asked the woman offering her to try cutting vegetables.

“That’s perfect!” she exclaimed smiling after the first try.

Your face blushed. “Thanks, I’ll go ask the group then,” Carol nodded in agreement.

You turned around and saw Daryl sitting near the kitchen all this time wiping the bows from the blood. Anxiety started to hit you as you decided to come up to him and offer your help.

“Hey, I’m going to sharpen the group’s knives. Do you need..?” you asked cautiously not knowing what to expect from him. As he showed his ignorance you decided to head back to other people.

“Ya ‘re so cliche,” he murmured when you turned your back on him.

“Excuse me?” you asked surprised.

“Jus’ like a manic pixie dream girl,” he almost spitted the words becoming angrier every second.

“Dixon,” you started, “Don’t let me fall for you. You seem much more clever than you pretend. Haven’t ever noticed you being interested in art,” you replied sarcastically already regretting the tone as he stood up in front of you making just several inches of distance so you could feel his body warmth. “What’s your problem?” you crossed your arms as a defense gesture seeing him clenching his jaws and breathing heavily.

“Tha’ coffee on the highway,” he started talking in his low raspy voice, almost whisper, “Tha’ first dialogue on tha’ hill, mornings, knife sharpening, running through the camp pretending to be an ideal bro for everyone,” he made a step towards you as if there was any space for it and it made you step back not to collide with his wide frame, “Swimming naked…” he silenced for a moment to make sure no one heard and returned his gaze now deeply into your eyes. “Your recklessness ‘ll kill ya one day,” he almost growled in your face thankfully not too loud so that no one still couldn’t hear him.

“Haven’t heard you complaining about this before. So it’s your ‘No’?” you just answered as if you were unbothered at all.

“Jus’ fuck off me,” he rasped and stomped back to the log and sat continuing wiping the arrows.

“Ain’ no bloomin' in a heavenly garden?” you heard flirting Merle’s voice as he was approaching you.

“Seems like that,” you replied trying to distract from his younger brother. “Do you need your knife sharpened?”

He took your arm pecking your hand. “I don’t believe these arms are made for it, but something else,” he smiled with the gaze undressing you.

You chuckled in response. “Has it even worked on any woman?”

“Not so often,” Merle replied after several seconds of silence changing his facial expression from seductive to a desperate one.

“I guess I know why. So?” you were waiting for the answer.

“Ya know how to do it properly?” his face and voice are serious now. The Merle you haven’t ever seen before.

“Yeah”

“How?”

“Used to attend culinary classes; was a big part on tools and their service. Wanna check?” you offered him your machete. Merle took it sliding his thumb over the blade making sure it’s straight and sharp. He then went to a nearby bush to do several cuts.

“Ya reassured me. I’ll bring you some,” he answered with appreciation making Daryl uncomfortable to stay longer with you both, so he grumbled something and walked away.

“Someone's jealous,” Merle whispered to you smiling giving your machete back, and walking away to his tent.

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The white and blue room was filled with the warm sunlight. You were sitting on the chair. Palms crossed and fingers tapping because of the disturbing silence around. A fair-haired woman put on glasses and started examining your answers on the Beck’s test. After some minutes, she put them down and talked.

“Ms. Y/LN, unfortunately, I have to diagnose you with depressive disorder.” the psychiatrist’s voice sounded concerned yet calming. “This is tough as you may know, but CBT therapy in cooperation with antidepressants makes a good team to relieve symptoms and then conquer the disease. But we need your input as well. Nothing will help you without your right attitude and strict followings to guidelines.”

“Okay,” you replied silently.

“So, you need at least eight sessions of CBT and medication for at least a year to avoid probable recurrence.” the doctor said while prescribing a recipe.

“Are there any drawbacks?” you asked anxiously.

“Yes, as many other usual medicines. But if you take it regularly and correctly, nothing similar will happen. As for drawbacks, you may have headaches, nausea, probably vomiting, and anxiety attacks. But this all happens when you quit the therapy incorrectly. I mean when you drop the course without gradual minimization of the dose. Don’t be afraid, I’ll write the detailed plan, and we’ll have regular sessions so I can track your condition. Here it is.” the doctor gave you the recipe sheet.

“Thanks, Dr. Cloyd,” you smiled feeling your eyes become watery.

“Get better, Ms Y/LN.”

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Another several days passed, perhaps a week, you couldn't remember. Everything you cared about was the permanent headache and nausea as you dropped the treatment course right after the outbreak. Just because you forgot the pills at home and there was no meaning in getting new ones as this could do worse. And you were not satisfied with the idea of someone dying just to get you antidepressants. Also, you got more anxious than before and you isolated yourself again to feel more relaxed.

This time you decided to have a run alone in the woods to find some berries and nuts for children who were ‘suffering’ from the lack of sweets. You grabbed a bag and machete and headed down the forest disobeying Shane’s guidance to walk in pairs. Although he knew you were often out alone, he seemed not to care about you. To be honest, you were happy with this as you didn't like to have any conversation with him.

You were going through the forest trying not to make much noise as the cases of walkers appearing near the camp became often. Having found a bush with berries and started to gather them in the bag, you heard someone’s moan afraid that someone in the group could be injured. You grabbed the machete and followed the noise sneaking between bushes. The moans started to be louder and repetitive which made you confused. Surely, not an injured person was whimpering. You made several steps until you found the picture opened to you and made everything clear in your mind from now on. You saw Shane fucking Lori just on the ground. The two noticed you.

“Y/N,” Shane exclaimed and froze while Lori was panicky trying to hide her bare body.

Your body was flustered with the full spectrum of emotions you couldn’t recognize separately and made two steps back.

Shane couldn't say anything but the stupidest thing that could be ever said in such a situation. “It’s not what you think.”

Your eyes sting with tears blurring the sight of your beloved one and your friend’s wife.

“No way,” you whispered and ran away in another direction. The affective state fogged your mind injecting adrenaline in your blood so you couldn't remember how you ended up at the hill, your personal space once shared with Daryl and Carl. You thanked your instincts they brought you there and didn’t let you get lost in the forest instead. You dropped to the ground and took out a cigarette almost dropping it as your hands were in tremor. Then you found a zippo in your pocket to lit a cigarette but the body wasn’t listening to you. It was too weak to roll the flint wheel. After several attempts, you finally did it and made the first drag when suddenly you felt your warm tears covering your face and sobbing left your mouth.

It was the late evening when Daryl came back to the camp from the hunt. He was too exhausted he decided to have dinner and go sleeping right after it. The man approached Carol who served food as usual.

“Daryl, I know you were on the hunt all day, but maybe you’ve seen Y/N today?”

“Nah,” he replied emotionless and headed to the campfire having got his portion.

“I’m very concerned about her,” the woman continued, her head down. Daryl was still ignoring. His basic need was a priority. “I asked her to help me today…” Carol’s voice was trembling. “I told her not to go away alone in the forest, but…” the woman wiped her tears.

Daryl’s heart flipped and he stepped back to Carol.

“What if she..?” she glanced at the man with watery eyes. “That’s my fault,” Carol covered her face with her palms sobbing.

Daryl returned the meal. “Do you remember the direction she went?” he started biting his lower lip nervously.

“There,” she pointed in the direction, “But I don’t know where exactly…”

“That’s enough for the start,” Daryl answered then went to his tent to take a crossbow.

After taking the weapon the man started from the direction Carol pointed at but he thought what if you had come to the hill or quarry? He decided to check the hill first. As if someone just told him you were right there. He slowly went down the narrow track leading to that place passing by bushes and trees, holding his crossbow but hoping he wouldn’t need to use it.

Daryl’s heart skipped a beat regretting all the shit he had told you. What if you were not there? What if you are a walker already? What if something else bad happened to you? He didn’t notice how he started imagining the camp without you and this hurt him so badly. What if he would never have a chance to tell you stupid jokes while drinking coffee in the morning and you laugh sincerely in response?

Daryl’s heart then raced imagining all the worst cases until he reached the point and saw you sitting right on the hill. The man exhaled relaxed until you suddenly got up and ran away towards the trees nearby.

“Y/N!” Daryl yelled chasing you.

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[somethingthing]

A cold? Bullshit

Daryl Dixon x Reader 

Warnings: Nothing really, just fluff.

Word count: 583 

A/n: The snowball fight scene made my heart melt, they were all so cute, especially Daryl. I also feel like he would never accept that he was sick, like he would deny it till his grave if needed. Enjoy! <3

You had all gotten to Alexandria eventually, it hadn´t been easy with the snow storm at full rage, but now it was over. The first thing you all had done was to throw snowballs at each other. It was nice seeing everyone so happy, seeing Daryl that happy. 

Now however he was coughing and snivelling “Face it darling, it´s a cold and you need to rest” he was trying to push past you and out of your room to get to a council meeting.

“Nah, I´m okey” he turned is head to cough violently in his arm “I ain´t got a cold, that´s bullshit” he tried to push past you again.

“Daryl, it´s nothing weird with getting a cold, now get your ass in bed for some rest” you carefully pushed him backward towards the bed “I´ll tell the others that you´re sick, it´s no big deal” you finished.

“But I ain´t sick!” he raised his voice with an annoyed tone, again turning his head and coughing. He opened his mouth to say something more but was interrupted by a knock on the door. 

“Hey, what´s going on? The others are waiting for you” Carol stood in the doorframe with a concerned look.

“Comin´” Daryl stood up from the bed and for once you let him past you. Instead you turned to Carol and opened your mouth to speak “Don´t...” he warned pointing at you.

“Don´t what? What is going on?” she shifted on her feet but got no answer “Spill it! We´ve got places to be” you looked at Daryl.

“He has a cold” you pointed at Daryl “It´s nothin´!” he protested “Daryl you´ve been coughing like a crazy person and snivelling non stop!” “Everyone does during winter!” “Because people get colds during winter!” before he could respond Carol stepped in.

“Hey!” she clapped her hands to draw your attention to her “You´re acting like kids, Daryl, you look like shit and sound even worse, get some sleep, and you” she turned her head towards you “Get him something warm to drink, I´ll tell the others you´re not coming”

You gave Daryl a satisfied expression and headed for the kitchen. When you got back with a hot cup of tea in your hand Daryl was sitting defeated on the edge of the bed again “I´ll report back to you what is said later” Carol headed for the door.

“Thank you” you nodded as you closed it behind her and turned to Daryl who looked like he was fighting off 10 years of no sleep “Here” you reached the cup out trying to hide your pride.

He let out a low grunt and took it “Wipe that smirk off” instead of doing as told you stuck your tongue out playfully. 

“Get to bed, Carols orders” you patted his shoulder “But first you gotta drink up” he raised the cup to his lips and took four large chugs and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve “Wow, okey, that was fast” you were surprised he didn´t burn himself.

Ten minutes later you were both snuggled up in bed “If you get me sick now, I´ll be real mad” you scolded, he just pulled you closer and kissed your forehead.

“Nah, won´t happen, cause I ain´t sick” he snivelled before huffing and putting his arm behind his head and closing his eyes.

“Right, I forgot” you snickered “Now rest, please” and so he did, and you too. You didn´t plan on falling asleep, but you did and Carol got no chance to report back to you until the next morning.

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Thank you fot reading! <3 I´m in mourning. They put their heads on spikes, SPIKES. Tbf it´s been a couple of episodes but I´m not over it, so I need to write something sweet. I´m working on a Negan fic and a Merle fic, I´ll get to writing on other movies/shows soon, but right now TWD is my everything hah. 

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[fangirldreams101]

Coming Home pt. 4

Daryl, Rick, Shane & Negan x Reader

TW: Severe age-gap, cursing, horny thoughts, horny language, Rick x Reader smut, oral (f receiving), almost p in v, unprotected (whoops!), jealousy, teasing, things are picking up

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3

The day of the dinner was here. You dressed up in a cute but fitting outfit, hoping you could make a certain someone's eyes draw to you. Your dad was really excited about introducing his community to you, and you couldn't help but also grow excited. Although Daryl's rejection still hurt, you decided that this would be the perfect chance to show him what he was missing and to just have a good time. You helped your dad prep the meal, and soon, guests began to arrive. The first was a sweet older woman named Carol and her daughter, Sophia. Carol was quick to help you and your dad in the kitchen, as Sophia wandered around, bored. The next ones that showed up were Maggie and Glenn, along with their kids. You immediately hit it off with the both of them, they were fun and lively, and very clearly in love with each other. As you were all in the kitchen helping out, with Sophia entertaining the kids in the background, the doorbell rang again and you said you would go answer it.

You opened the door and your eyes widened, an attractive man dressed in a sheriff's uniform was at the door. He looked exhausted, but clearly still put in an effort to clean up, his hair slicked back and his face shaven. He barely glanced at you, his tired eyes looking dazed and out of focus.

"Sorry to bother miss, I'm here for the party," his voice was deep and heavy and so so delectable.

"Are you Rick?" you asked, noticing how his eyes briefly flickering to you before looking again towards the house.

"Yes ma'am. And who might you be?" He asked, tired eyes staring straight forward, clearly not paying attention. You didn't like that.

"I'm [Y/N]," you motion into the house, "Please come in."

"Thank you," he mumbled, stress from recent events clearly weighing on him as he stepped into the hallway.

Although he moved to enter the house, you didn't move, causing him to have to brush past your body, the heat from him sending a jolt through you. He paused, looking down at you, and you gave a coy smile before finally taking a small step back. He didn't move, clearly wondering what your intent was and finally looking at you properly. His eyes slowly moved down your body as he took you in.

"What did you say your name was again, darlin?" He asked, his Adam's apple moving up and down while he admired you.

"My name is [Y/N]," you smiled as he repeated your name in a whisper.

"I don' think I've met you before, but your name sounds familiar. Where 're you from, sweetheart?" He asked, taking a step towards you as his frame towered over you.

The spell you cast on him was broken as your dad rounded the corner, "Rick! I was wonderin' when your sorry ass would show up! Come on in man, I got some beers in the fridge! Oh! I see you've met my daughter!"

You cursed internally seeing Rick immediately back away as he looked from your dad to you and back again, "Daughter? Yours?"

Your dad roared with laughter, "Don't wound a man by sounding so surprised! I'm not that ugly that no one can think she came from me, right?"

Rick gave a nervous chuckle, eyes flickering back to you as the shame of his attraction to you caused him to slightly flush. He quickly abandoned your side, greeting your dad as you closed the door and watched them from the corner of your eye. You knew you shouldn't hit on him, especially because he was probably an emotional wreck at the moment but, damn, he was fine to look at. As soon as your dad was called over by Glenn to help out with something, you made your move.

You walked up to Rick, putting a hand on his arm and leaning up to whisper in his arm, "Would you like me to take your jacket, sheriff?"

Rick jumped, swiveling his head to look at you. His eyes flicked down to your cleavage, before jumping back up to you.

"That'd be, uh, very sweet of you, darlin," he stammered, shrugging the heavy uniform jacket off of him as you watched his muscles under his clothing shift.

"Let me take that for you, sir," you saw him visibly tense at your words, before slowly handing you the jacket.

He watched you as you slowly hung it up on the wall.

"I hope he didn't scare you off," you say nonchalantly.

"'Scuse me?" He questioned, his brows furrowed as you turned back towards him.

"Nothin'," you smile, "Shall we?"

Throughout the rest of the prep time, you could feel Rick's eyes follow you everywhere. Although he didn't speak another word to you, his heavy gaze on your form made you want to tease him so badly. It was a fun game to try and catch his gaze, giving him a small, teasing smile as he would pretend that he wasn't just looking at you like you were a 5 course meal and he hadn't eaten in days. Other guests arrived, but you were too preoccupied playing this little game to give them much mind. It started with the gaze, but as more people began mingling, it became easier to tease him with physical touches. Nothing too forward, just the occasional brush against the arm or chest, with a small fake apology and smile.

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Rick felt like he was dying. The most beautiful girl he ever laid his eyes on clearly wanting him and acting like such a little vixen. At first, Rick tried to ignore it, you were his best friend's fucking daughter for crying out loud. He was old enough to be your dad but, goddamnit, you made it so hard and he was so tired. Everything in his life went to shit after Lori divorced him and heaven finally gave him a break by sending him his own fucking blessing and what? He's supposed to ignore it? Those teasing little touches you sent his way, with the little smile that showed you knew exactly what you were doing. How the hell could he resist a temptation like that? His hands kept twitching by his side every time you brushed past him, desperate to grab onto your hips and rut against that plump ass of yours.

With all the stress of the divorce, court hearings and work, it was easy to break his resolve. Friendship damned, if he couldn't sink his cock into that sweet little cunt of yours, he felt like he'd die then and there. The next time you brushed past him, his hands shot out, grabbing onto your hips and pulling your back harshly against him.

You gasped as you felt his lips by your ear, "The hell you think you doin, darlin? Teasin a man like tha's not gonna end up well for you."

You leaned your head back against his shoulder, looking up at him with a smile, "Is it a tease if I intend to fulfill?"

Rick groaned at your words, fingers digging into the flush of your hips. The doorbell rang again and you took this moment to move away from him.

You shot him a smile over your shoulder, "Oops. Gotta get the door."

Rick practically felt himself grow feral, taking a step towards you before realizing he had to readjust his pants before the whole party knew what he was feeling. Damn little vixen.

You flung the door open, ready to greet whoever the hell it was and then make your way back to Rick.

"Hi- oh," your lust felt like it was doused in cold water seeing Daryl at the door.

He shifted from foot to foot, "Hi."

Neither of you said anything after that and the tension in the air was thick. You were so preoccupied you didn't see the man next to Daryl.

"Ahem," a deep voice cleared his throat and you jumped.

Your head whipped to the side and spotted the extremely attractive man standing next to Daryl. Like Rick, he was dressed in an officer's uniform but was missing the tell-tale sheriff's items.

"I was wondering when the pretty lady would notice me. Name's Shane, sweetheart," the man stuck his hand out for you to shake.

"Er, nice to meet you. My name's [Y/N]," you hesitantly shook his hand.

"[Y/N]? As in the famous [Y/N]? Your dad's been going on non-stop about you coming in for college but if I had known you would be so pretty, I would've been coming by to meet you much sooner," Shane shamelessly flirted with you.

You felt your face flush at his words. The past 2 men who caught your eye you had to go after, but this one was already ready and willing- not even caring that he's friends with your dad! It was a nice change of pace, if you were totally honest with yourself.

Daryl felt himself get a little annoyed at Shane's shameless flirting. There was no way in hell that he would have to turn down your advancements because of his loyalty to your father only for this nobody to come by and make a move.

"Okay! Well now tha' ya'll got acquainted with each 'otha, le's move this inside," he motioned for Shane to go in first.

Shane smirked and nodded, moving past you into the house and Daryl following behind, pausing in front of you.

"Lisen, [Y/N]... I didn' wanna hurt ya-" he began.

"Daryl, it's fine. Let's just pretend it never happened,“ you said, wanting to go back to the others already.

He nodded and wordlessly followed you inside.

Now that everyone was here, it was time to actually sit down and eat. You sat next to your dad and notice Rick almost run to sit next to you. He looked pissed and that was when you realized that you promised to come back to him but never did. Everyone sat down with Shane across from you and Daryl across from your dad. The conversation with everyone was lovely, with your dad giving you an embarrassing but heartfelt toast to your return.

"Excuse me, gorgeous, but do you mind passin' the cornbread?" Shane asked, even though the plate was not that far away from him.

"Can't ya ge' it yerself?" Daryl grumbled under his breath, but Shane caught it.

"I want to get something sweet from someone sweet is all," he grinned, unabashedly flirting with you.

Both Rick and Daryl's heads whip to look at your dad, but the man didn't even flinch, just happily chatting with Abraham about a college football game score.

You reached out to grab the cornbread, and leant over to give it to Shane. He gives a toothy smile and gives a thank you. He serves himself as you sit back down.

"Gorgeous, do ya mind gettin' me the green beans right in fron' of ya?" he asks for another plate pretty close to him.

"Uh, sure," you say, leaning over again,

This repeats for a few more times before Daryl demands to know why Shane can't get his own damn food.

"Well I get a mighty fine view," Shane grins, his eyes dropping down to your chest.

You flush, realizing that every time you leant over to grab the food and hand it to him, he got a perfect view of your breasts.

At his words, Rick grabs your thigh, pushes you back down into the seat and growls out, "Grab yer own damn food from now on."

Shane just smiles like a little shit and wordlessly eats while looking at you. You thought Rick would move his hand away after pulling you down, but you could still feel his bruising grip on your thigh. You try to move your leg away, but he yanks it towards him, moving his hand higher up, barely grazing your clothed pussy. Your eyes widen as you look at him, but all you see is his clenched jaw as he glares at Shane. Rick lets out a shaky breath and slowly releases you. He decided it would be a good idea to take a step away before he does something he regrets.

"Does anyone need some more beer? I can grab it from the kitchen," he called out, and almost everyone at the table shot their hands up.

Seeing this, your dad offers you up, "[Y/N], why don'cha help Rick out with that?"

Rick had to hold in a groan at your dad's words. Of fucking course no matter what, he won't be able to get away from you.

"I could help 'im out instead," Daryl offered but your dad declines, "Naw naw! I won' be havin' my guests doin' all the work! C'mon [Y/N]!"

Rick's dark gaze devoured you as you slowly nodded, "Yeah. Sure. No problem."

You make your way towards him and you both walk to the kitchen in silence. The kitchen is a closed off room, and you could feel your body heat up as Rick lets you in before him. You walk to the fridge and bend down to grab a pack of beers, but pause as you feel Rick's heat behind you. You slowly straighten up and can feel his chest against your back. His nose and lips graze the curve of your neck as he lets out a sigh.

"'M sorry, darlin," he groans before his hands shoot out and grab you, pulling you close.

You gasp as he tangles his fingers into your hair and pulls you in for a hungry kiss. The kiss is full of desperation and pent up frustration, Rick feeling the need to devour you before anyone else gets to even try. Rick groans at the feeling of you flush against him, the stress of life melting away as he tastes more and more of you. Your tongues battle against each other as he lifts you up and sets you on the countertop, coming in between your legs. He becomes more frantic with his movements, it's almost as if he believes if he lets you go for even a second, you would disappear. His hands roam, knead, and paw at you as he places harsh kisses against your face and neck. The added height of the countertop allows him to sink his head into the crook of your neck without needing to bend too much. You pant and let out soft little moans as he grinds against your clothed pussy, you quickly becoming drenched.

As he begins to suck on your neck, you push his head away, "Ngh, no marks..."

He groans, pulling down your shirt from the front and letting your breasts spill out. He begins to suck on them harshly, being able to leave marks that are easy to cover up. You moan out, trying to keep your voice down as you grind back against him, your hands pulling him in as close as you can.

Rick fumbles with the buttons of your pants, pulling them down and feeling your soaked slit through your panties. He groans, putting slight pressure on your pussy as he moves his finger up and down, trying to commit the feeling of your pretty pussy to memory. You pant heavily into his shoulder, whimpering.

"Fuck darlin', I need ta taste ya. Need ya so damn badly," he kneels down, licking you through your underwear and sucking your juices through them.

With the way he is lapping at you like a man starved, desperate for your touch, sends you on a power trip. You grind against his face, telling him to take them off of you so you can feel him. He growls at your demand, pulling away.

You whine at the loss of feeling and he lets out a scoff, "You've been teasin' me this whole damn time and ya think I'm gonna do what ya want?"

He grabs your legs and pulls you almost completely off the countertop, being held up by his arms. He balances you with one as his other hand pushes your panties to the side so he can fuck his tongue into you. You bite into your hand to keep yourself from moaning out as Rick begins to french kiss your pussy. You haven't been fucked since you arrived home, so you were quickly approaching an orgasm at his ministrations. It took one last harsh suck on your clit before you were pushed over the edge, waves of pleasure crashing over you. Rick continued to lap at you, riding you through your orgasm. He eventually pulled away when you began to squirm, leaning up and firmly kissing you, making you taste your own cum.

Between kisses, he apologized, "'m so sorry, darlin. 'm so sorry, but I gotta be in ya. Need to feel your pretty pussy all wet and wrapped around me. Yer my good girl, my little piece o' heaven. You can do this f'me, yeah baby? Just need to be in ya."

He pulls his swollen cock out, the tip red and angry. He rubs the head up and down your slit, tapping against your clit and making you whine. He collected your wetness on it and began to push in.

"Well, well, well. Look at wha' we have 'ere," Shane's voice drawled, the man leaning against the doorframe.

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⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

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・You didn’t know how you ended up being a co-leader of this group. Surely someone else should be in this role. But people looked up to you. Your honesty and genuine nature made it easy for people to feel comfortable around you

・And somehow the way you handle things, sat well with the others

・You quickly became good friends with Carol. She was such a multidimensional woman. And maybe that’s why people looked up to you, you seemed like you saw people for their duality. 

・It took Daryl a bit to warm up to you - he didn’t like new people. New people caused trouble. But you didn’t. You created solutions rather than problems. 

・There weren’t any hidden motives. You barely had a reason to live. You were just holding on. 

・And then Rick came into your life, and hoisted you onto his back and said “I’ve got you.”

・Gives the absolute best advice

・Wants you to know that he’s not going anywhere, and that you share the burden of leadership together

・His priority is understanding you, and getting to know you. 

・He absolutely loves to hear your opinions and why you feel certain ways

・Surprises you with little touches during conversations, to let you know he’s listening to you and he cares

・Rick often lifts an eyebrow when anyone disagrees with you. And that’s enough for them to re-think what they’re about to say 

・He sleeps with a weapon underneath his pillow

・Can be a bit distant at times though

・There’s been a few times when he’s broken down in your arms and cried for hours

・Finds solace in the moments when he sees you and Carl interact

・And his heart absolutely melts whenever you hold Judith

・Michonne is close to both of you, and at times you have thought about what it would be like to be in a poly relationship with her, Rick and yourself 

・People come to you with a lot of problems, seeking your guidance and advice. Some are emotional issues, others are physical - where to put things, or if something broke etc. 

・Never in your life would you think you’d be in this position. Not just as a leader, but in a world where your next meal is never promised. The next day might not come. 

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Honey, Darling, Sweetheart. Quite traditional pet names, nothing too soppy or overthetop. 

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆: Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch. Gives you lots of forehead kisses. Actually, he leans his forehead against yours a lot, in almost a way of connecting with you. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

The Bond of Sacrifice by Rob Lane

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

✧ Emotionally Unstable (You) x Also Emotionally Unstable But Tries To Hide It (Rick)

✧ Found Family

✧ You Fell First, They Fell Harder55

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WITH YOU [45] AT THE END OF THE TRACKS

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: The group finds out that Terminus is just a trap, and their friends wait for a certain death there. Carol decides to save the group. Charlie worries that she will have to take care of Tyreese and Judith now.

Warning: maybe language?, violence

Song: Deep in the Meadow Jennifer Lawrence

Words: 1,947

A/N: Hi, guys! So like I told you, I’m taking a break from posting new chapters. However, I will be updating the old chapters as I think they lack some dialogues or descriptions, because the connections seem not that deep (I already updated from chapter 4-9). The plot won’t be changed tho, so if you don’t like, you don’t have to re-read.

Thank you for reading PART 1 of my work, liking and commenting. And I hope I will see you soon :)

"I told Albert I want the kid's hat after they bleed him out."

"Keep your finger off the button and drop it," Carol commanded, ready to fire right through the stranger's head.

"Listen, y'all don't have to do this," he said. "Whatever you want, we got a place where everyone's welcome."

"To bleed us out, too?" Charlie leaned to him as he was being tied up. "We're the friends of the chick with the sword and the kid in the hat. So give my friend one reason not to shoot."

Charlie was angry.

Her chest heaved with fury as she stared down the man who was casually talking about taking belongings of her family after killing them like animals. Anger simmered beneath the surface, muxing with the bitter taste of betrayal in her mouth. The people of Terminus had lured them in with promises of sanctuary, only to reveal themselves as nothing more than predators preying on the desperate and vulnerable. No better than the Walkers. In this juxtaposition, the walkers served as a reminder of the world's fallen state, while the people of Terminus underscored the thin line between civilization and barbarism.

However, beneath the rage, there was a flicker of relief, a glimmer of gratitude for the fact that Carl and the others were still alive. It was fragile, of course, but it was better than what she had even hours ago. Her family was, hopefully still alive.

"They attacked us!" the man tried to convince them. "We're just holding them."

As Charlie stood there, her fists clenched at her sides, struggling to calm her annoyance at the stranger who was clearly lying.

"Who else do you have? Do you know their names?" Charlie asked.

"We just have the boy and the samurai, that's it," he said. "We were just protecting ourselves."

"Hmm," Charlie nodded. "And the Santa Claus is real," she said and got up from her knees, walking away.

"Wait, no! Let me go," he strutted as Tyreese pushed him into a wooden house, more of a shed. "There's a bunch of us back there in six different directions. We need to set off our charges all st the same time to confuse the dead ones away. It's good for you too."

"No, it isn't."

"There's a herd heading toward Terminus right now," Carol answered. "We don't want to confuse them away."

"They'll see you coming," the man said. "If you even make it that far with all the cold bodies heading over."

"Don't worry about her pretty boy," said Charlie and walked out to keep a watch. "Are you sure you want to go alone?"

"Just...Stay here with them," the other woman said. "Tyreese just looks tough, but you know him."

"I do."

"And..." she opened her mouth, but just stared into the younger's eyes. "Don't hesitate to hurt the guy. It's either him or us."

"Yeah, I've noticed," Charlie looked down.

Carol pouted and squeezed Charlie's arm to show her support. "Take this. You will need it more than an axe."

She gulped looking at the gun that noise was still echoing through her head. "You'll need it more."

"Are you sure?"

"Be careful," Charlie whispered and hugged Carol tightly. Charlie's arms wrapped tightly around Carol, a silent gesture of solidarity and support as Carol prepared to embark on her mission to rescue their friends. Charlie watched as Carol disappeared into the night, her resolve unshakable, her determination unwavering. It was never too certain that she would be back.

Charlie stood watch, the weight of the world heavy on her shoulders as she scanned the horizon for any sign of danger. With each passing moment, the tension in the air grew thicker, a palpable sense of unease settling over her. They saw the herd already and miraculously escaped them, but now there was no place to escape. She moved her eyes from watching mysterious and unknown forest, to the shed, not being sure that it would last.

Quickly she came back to her focus stare, and then, in the distance, she saw them – a shambling mass of walkers, their groans echoing through the stillness. She immediately drew back the string with a fluid motion and squeezed her fingers on the arrow, but she knew it would be pointless. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Charlie knew that they had to act fast. They were outnumbered, outmatched, and there was no time to waste.

With a silent prayer on her lips, she quietly and quickly opened the door to the shed. "They're coming," Charlie gasped entering the house. "Hey!"

"Back off!" the stranger yelled holding a gun and pointing it right at her. "Put your weapon on the ground. The bow, too! Kick them over right now. Right now!"

Fear gripped her heart as she realized their hostage broke free from her restraints. In that harrowing moment, she found herself staring down the barrel of the gun held in his trembling hands. Charlie's gaze immediately fell on the baby.

"Please," Tyreese sobbed with his arms raised. "Please don't hurt her. Please don't hurt them."

"You," the young man pointed at Tyreese this time. Charlie gasped and wanted to do something, but the stranger came closer to the box that Judith was laying in. She stopped immediately. "Go outside. Go outside! Just one twist, man!"

"Don't!" Tyreese yelled as he saw the man next to the baby.

"He won't survive!" Charlie called out. "There's a herd..."

"Don't make me!" he interrupted her firmly and looked back at Tyreese. "You. Go outside."

Tyreese emerged from the shadowy confines of the shed, his steps heavy with the weight of the impossible choice that had been thrust upon him. With a heavy heart, he cast one last glance back at Charlie and the baby, his eyes filled with a mixture of anguish and determination. With fear in her eyes she shook her head, but her friend just turned away, ready to leave. It was a certain death, leaving now, as the herd of always hungry Walkers just waited for an opportunity like this one. As she turned her head to the man, he had a smile on his face, knowing that Charlie and Judith were on his mercy right now. Charlie felt disgusted by him.

"Well, well, well..."

Then something moved outside.

As Charlie and the man who threatened her stood in tense silence within the confines of the shed, the air thick with fear and uncertainty, the distant sounds of a struggle erupted outside. The unmistakable clash of something against decaying flesh and the guttural moans of walkers echoed through the air, sending a shiver down Charlie's spine.

With each passing moment, the tension in the shed mounted, a palpable sense of dread hanging heavy in the air. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. However, not the man or even Charlie dared to move even an inch. What's more, they weren't sure if they should breathe.

Moments later, the door to the shed burst open, and Tyreese stormed in, his face contorted with fury and determination. Without a word, he approached the man who had threatened them, his fists clenched in anger. With a primal roar, Tyreese unleashed a series of blows upon the man, his fury fueling each punishing strike. Charlie used her chance and leaned to pick up the baby, and then ahead watched in stunned silence what was going on, hugging the baby close to her chest. Her heart pounding in her chest as she bore witness to the violent catharsis unfolding before her.

As the man crumpled to the ground, bloodied and broken, Tyreese stood over him, his breath coming in ragged gasps. In that moment, the weight of their ordeal seemed to lift from Charlie's shoulders, replaced by a sense of grim satisfaction and hard-won victory. Their eyes met, Charlie was slightly terrified, but surely not of Tyreese. Yet, he didn't know that, so his own eyes filled with fear. "I..."

"It's okay," she whispered nodding. "Sometimes..." but words didn't want to leave her mouth, so she just placed a hand on his arm and patted it. She left the house and waited for him to do the same.

Charlie stood amidst the aftermath surrounded by the dead who were really dead or just parted on the ground by her friend, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. With Tyreese and the baby by her side, she felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders, unsure of what path to take in the face of such uncertainty. Every instinct screamed at her to flee, to seek safety in the unknown depths of the wilderness, as there was nothing left for them here. But a part of her clung to the hope that Carol was alive. Her and their friends who were still out there, fighting against the odds, ready to reunite with them once more.

Torn between the desire for safety and the longing for companionship, Charlie struggled to make sense of the chaos that surrounded them. With each passing moment, the shadows of doubt grew darker, threatening to consume her with their suffocating embrace. In the end, she knew that there was no easy answer, no clear path forward in a world defined by chaos and uncertainty. At the same time, she was not a leader. She was just a terrified girl with a baby that wasn't hers and a man who was just a big baby, a baby with muscles. On top of that they were in the middle of nowhere, in the woods, with close to no ammunition and herds of Walkers. All she could do was trust in her own instincts. And here instincts said: "We need to leave. It's not safe here."

"You think Carol won't come back?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said and gave him the baby. "I'm afraid it's going to be just us now."

Charlie stood in silence, her mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. Now that they were alone, she should probably be honest with the man, so the past would finally leave her alone. On the other hand, she feared the consequences of revealing her secrets to Tyreese, unsure if he would still accept her once he knew the truth.

"Tyreese, there's something I need to tell you," she took a deep breath."I have a past that I'm not proud of."

"We've all got skeletons in our closets, Charlie. What matters is who we are now."

"But you don't understand... I hurt people. Many died because of me."

"It doesn't define who you are," he placed a hand on her shoulder. "None of us are saints in this world."

Charlie nodded, grateful for his non-judgmental demeanor. "It's just... sometimes I feel like I'm still that person, that I can't escape my past no matter how hard I try."

"From what I've seen, you're a good person trying to make a better living for many people," he said. "We're a family now, and family sticks together through the good and the bad."

"Thank you, Tyreese," she answered. "That means..."

"CHARLIE!"

She furrowed her eyebrows and turned to scan the horizon. The sun was high on the sky, so she had to squint her eyes and it was still hard to make out who was calling her from the distance. Suddenly, Charlie's heart leaped as she spotted a familiar silhouette running towards her. With tears in her eyes, she rushed to meet him, their embrace a silent affirmation of their enduring bond.

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END OF PART 1

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Hi!! Here I am with another chapter for this story.

Want to say that I'm re watching the whole serie to refresh my mind but I don't remember all the situations, so sorry if I mix things or I don't write some stuff, or something like that, hope nobody will be upset for that.

Enjoy the chapter!

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Our Story.

Daryl Dixon x Wife / Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Part 8.

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Warnings: Archery lessons. Death. TWD violence and gore. Fire. Slow burn. Fluff moments. Daryl being cute and protective.

Words: 4000

Summary: all is gone, Dale, Randal, the farm... but you all have to keep moving. Memories come back and Daryl and you have a little chat.

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Chapter 8. Fire. All gone.

The arrow curves through the air, travels at full speed and sticks into the top of the straw bale. Sophia smiles proudly at her mother, and Carol seems thrilled to have achieved an almost accurate shot.

The bows are rudimentary, their shape is not the prettiest or most elaborate, but they are effective, they have some deflection and the arrows are not perfect either, but you are learning to use them correctly, to correct that slant and get them right where you want them to go.

You've done a great job with them, after Hershel lent you the tools for it. It keeps you away from everything that's going on with the group, with Randal, Rick and Shane have come back with it, not only that, they've come back full of bumps and bruises. Everything is spiraling out of control and no one seems to notice or no one wants to notice.

"Why are we still putting up with Shane?" you growl as you eat the scrambled eggs Carol has prepared.

"He's part of the group, I guess." She shrugs, Carol. "They're just trying to protect us, do the right thing."

"Yeah...especially him." You mutter with some hatred, but you'd rather ignore the subject, talking about Shane always makes you uneasy.

When you finish eating, you gather your things, the kids are enjoying their new entertainment so you grab your backpack again and head towards the haystack where Randal is locked up again. It is possible that he is a hostage, but he doesn't necessarily have to have an infection due to the beatings and the wounds from the handcuffs. You open the door to find him trembling. His eyes look at you with fear, but you try to move calmly and slowly.

"I'm going to treat your wounds, you don't have to be afraid."

"No one's been very nice since I got here..." He mumbles but lets you look at his wounds.

"Sorry about that." You sigh looking at the marks on his wrists. "You shouldn't try to run away... it will be much worse..."

"Worse than dying at the hands of that psycho? He attacked his own partner... and here I thought I had problems in my group."

"Are you talking about Shane?" you look sideways at him. "Rick won't let him get away with it. Rick's a good man." You assure him as you finish treating his hands.

But everything is rushed without anyone being able to prevent what was going to happen. Rick decides to sacrifice Randal, there is no certainty that he won't warn his people, they are dangerous, the group has suffered enough, you weren't at the meeting, Carol tells you later, you see Dale who doesn't agree, neither do you, even Andrea seems to doubt a little, but Dale is dejected, he doesn't give credit to what is going to happen.

Rick is unable to kill Randal and Dale is dead. A walker that no one expected, has come too close to the farm and attacked the man. Andrea is in tears, Daryl ends the man's suffering, as Rick does not acknowledge what has just happened.

But that's not all, due to the shock of Dale's death, everyone has let their guard down a bit, forgetting about the world outside. And Randal has escaped, or so it seems, because Shane isn't there either.

"Do you think Shane...?" You start to ask when you hear the man's voice come out of the woods, his face is bloody and his nose is broken.

"Rick! He ran off and took my gun!"

"Where?" Rick asks going towards Shane.

"The woods, come with me, I'll take you to it."

"Daryl, Glenn." Rick calls out to them. "Come on and we'll split up, so we'll cover more ground.

"No..." You can't help but panic, holding Daryl's arm to keep him from going.

"Stay with the kids." He tells you, squeezing your hand. "We have to find Randal."

"Be very careful, please..." You ask him and he nods before going with Glenn and Rick, getting lost in the trees.

Getting back to the house has you trembling, you trust Daryl, you trust Glenn, you trust Rick even, but your stomach is tight and your heart is cramped. You're scared, you're afraid something will go wrong and someone won't come back.

"What happened?" Lori asks.

"Randal ran away, attacked Shane...the guys are out looking for him."

"But?" the woman insists. "He attacked Shane and they went looking for him...but?"

"N-nothing... that's all I know." You shrug, just because you can't stand Shane doesn't mean you have to worry others with your paranoia.

"Do you think Randal could be dangerous?"

"Of course not, he's just a kid, plus he's lame, if he's smart he'll run away and not look back." Something inside you prays that's the case.

"Let's hope it's true and we never hear from him again..."

It's sunset when Daryl and Glenn return, you feel your heart beating normally again and you're glad to see both of them.

"Where's Rick?"

"I don't know, we got separated. We found Randal, his neck had been broken..."

"You're implying that someone..." Lori starts to say.

"Shane was the only one who knew where Randal was, he led us there and then left alone with Rick..." he replies and swallows.

"Randal had transformed, he had no bites, just the broken neck." Glenn says getting everyone's attention.

"We have to find Rick, he can't be out there alone with Shane, he's dangerous." Says Hershel.

You all set off, Beth and Patricia stay in the house with the kids so nothing happens to them. You head out into the field to go in search of the two men when you hear a gunshot in the distance.

"What was that?" you gasp looking around.

"I dunno, but I dun like the sound of it..." Daryl growls.

"Look at that!" Glenn shouts and then you see a huge number of dead heading towards the farm.

"Oh shit, get back in the house!" shouts Daryl and pulls you, running towards the porch where the others are.

"What are we going to do? If those creatures get near the house they'll tear it apart!" shouts Maggie.

"We have to go!" You insist. "Now that they're still far away! We'll get our stuff and go!"

"We can't leave without Rick and Shane!" T-Dog says.

"Has anyone seen Carl?" comes Lori out of the house with a look of terror on her face. "He was here with us and all of a sudden..."

"Shit..." You gasp looking around. "Carl!"

"Let's go get the kid!" Daryl barks. "Get the guns!" He indicates to the others as he reloads the crossbow and fires a new arrow. "Let's go." He looks at you with intensity and you nod your head.

"Gather everything you can! Fill up the cars and get ready to get out of here as soon as we're done!"

Fear is your worst enemy, much more so than the dead that are approaching the farmhouse. The thought of getting separated, of losing someone else, of losing one of the children is what makes you careless, terrified that you won't be able to run away. Frantically you gather everything at the same time that you shoot all the beings that come too close, that are a threat. The van and Hershel's car end up full when you see the barn burst into flames. You freeze for a second, watching the place go up in flames, the flames, the heat, the sound of the fire crackling and the wood creaking draws the attention of the dead who start walking straight there, which gives you time to organize yourselves again. Jimmy takes the trailer to go find Rick and Carl who are still in the barn. T-dog takes Merle's old van to take Lori and Andrea. Beth fights with Patricia against a walker that has grabbed her.

"We can't do anything, Beth, come on!" you yell getting her to let go and get her in the van too.

You all move quickly when you hear screams in the distance. Carol is being cornered by a group and although she is defending herself, there are too many of them. You jump out of the van grabbing your bow. You're not going to let anything happen to her. Without thinking you shoot several arrows. Andrea also runs to help her and when Carol reaches the vehicle you see a walker fall on the blonde.

"No!" you shout desperately wanting to go to her aid. "Take them away, T-Dog!" You shout picking up another arrow from the ground and launching it at another walker.

The man obeys, the wheels of the old truck screech and they drive away leaving you behind. You don't care, you run to help Andrea, picking up and launching the arrows you find on your way. But you don't get too far. A larger group gets in your way and you have to stop abruptly. You take a quick breath, looking around you, you have no arrows left and the last one you pick up from the ground is broken. You scream as one of the Walkers jumps at you, you struggle with him until you manage to pull your knife from your belt and plunge it into his head. You push the falling body to the ground and run off in another direction, looking for the entrance to the farm, looking for the road to follow your companions.

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Daryl starts the bike once more, stays behind, watching the cars drive away, shoots several Walkers who get too close, attracted by the engine noise, but he doesn't want anyone to be left behind. He can't afford to lose anyone else, again.

Suddenly he sees something running towards the dirt road leading out of the farm. He doesn't need to look twice to realize it's you, running as fast as your legs will carry you, dodging death at your heels. 

"Fuck!" He barks, accelerating at full speed, coming straight for you.

You don't really think about it. When you hear the motorcycle's engine you search for his position with your eyes, you see Daryl approaching from your left and you thank Heaven for that. Daryl stops the bike for only a second before you jump right behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. He accelerates again away from the spot down the dirt road, you are unable to let go, your face pressed against his leather vest, you feel your whole body shaking and it's not due to the vibration of the engine. You're shaking from fear, from believing you've lost everything, you've lost everything again, really, but Daryl's body against yours is real, it's alive, and you feel alive and safe and you feel like it's not so bad, somehow.

You open your eyes as you feel the bike stop, as Daryl stops the engine and gets off. You take a deep breath trying to calm all your emotions. You get off the bike too, rubbing your hands against your pants, rubbing your arms. Daryl comes towards you with a determined stride.

"Yer okay?" he asks you. "Scratches? Bites?"

"I-I... Andrea... I tried to..."

"Ain't talkin' 'bout Andrea." He shushes you. "Did ya get bitten? Did ya get hit?" his voice sounds nervous, shaky, his hands tighten on your shoulders and he shakes your body. "Focus!" He yells at you and you both open your eyes wide.

He has used her name. He has called you like her. Your sister.

His hands release you as he steps back several paces, lowering his head, feeling ashamed of what he has done. You have tears in your eyes, but you fight them back and shake your head.

"I-I'm sorry..." He whispers fidgeting nervously.

"It's okay..." You speak in his same tone. "I'm fine. I haven't been bitten, barely touched." You try to calm him down. He nods his head. "We should keep going... Find the others."

"Yeah, I think I saw Glenn's car a little ways up ahead. Let's follow them." 

 Without another word you both get on the bike without another word. This time you hold onto the back of your seat, avoiding contact with Daryl, but being steady as he steers the bike down the dirt road. You still feel your skin bristle and your heart pounding violently inside your chest. You know Daryl didn't do it on purpose, that it was a reflex action due to panic, but that he mistook you for your sister makes you feel strange, on the other hand you are glad to know that he still remembers her.

It is dawn when you arrive at the highway, where there are several cars stopped and from them the rest of the group gets out. Your heart starts pounding again, joy overcomes you to see them safe. You are not all of them, you have lost Patricia, Jimmy and Andrea, not only that Shane has tried to kill Rick and Rick has killed him. But you are still in doubt as to why Randal rose as a Walker after Shane killed him.

"We're all infected." Rick says. "I don't know how or why, but we'll all turn if we die... Jenner told me." 

A new bombshell drops on the group. You will all become those things sooner or later. The idea is terrifying, but Rick doesn't give you much choice, if you want to leave, you can, but if not, you're all in this together, he'll make the decisions, he's the leader and there's nothing more to discuss about it.

You have to admit that it is a drastic and authoritarian decision, but Rick does not want to lose anyone else, Lori is pregnant and you will need a safe place for her to give birth when the time comes, besides everyone's own safety. So you grab all the supplies you can, fill up all the tanks and set off again. Rick, Lori, Carl Carol and Sophia go in one car, T Dog with Hershel and Beth go in another car, Glenn and Maggie go on their own, the loving couple need their space. You go to get in the car with Hershel and the others, there's plenty of room, when you feel Daryl hold your hand, you look at him sideways, frowning.

"Still afraid of motorcycles?" He jokes without letting go of your hand.

"Want me to ride with you?" He shakes his shoulders and you feel his thumb caress your hand. "Okay."

It's true, you've never liked riding motorcycles, never felt them too safe, but you trust Daryl, as you have all your life, truth be told. You climb up behind him, hold onto his waist again, and he pulls in front of the group, picking his way through the wreckage of the cars, finding a safe path for them all to pass without jeopardizing the already somewhat precarious situation of the cars.

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You have been traveling for days, back and forth, trying to find a safe place again like the farm, but everything is looted, destroyed, or the hordes of dead prevent you from passing. It's exasperating.

And to top it off, the gas is starting to run out, you are in the middle of nowhere, the nearest gas station is about an hour away on foot.

Without a doubt, life is a bitch.

"We'll spend the night here. Tomorrow morning we'll go get more gas." Rick says.

"In the middle of nowhere?" They question. "It's too cold, Rick..."

"We'll get some wood, build a fire, but it's going to get dark soon and we can't move around in the dark."

"I'll go get something to eat." Daryl says grabbing his crossbow after you set up the new camp among some ruins on the side of the road.

"I'm coming with you." You tell him, standing up and grabbing your bow.

He doesn't put up any resistance, just stands there waiting for you to gather your things to go with him. You make your way through the forest, away from the small camp you have set up.

You don't speak, you keep your pace slow and silent, any sound could alert your prey or make you the prey of others. The weather in Georgia has been very bad, starting to get really cold, you have had strong winds that have almost not let you move forward on the road, the rains have flooded some sections forcing you to turn around or go back to the main roads, luckily none of you have fallen ill, some cold, but nothing serious that should have worried you. Even so, food is scarce due to the cold, some animals have moved away to warmer places, others are being chased and eaten by the dead. Hunting has become a real challenge.

But Daryl always finds new prey.

The hiss of his arrow breaks your thoughts causing you to raise your head to see that he has managed to catch an absent-minded squirrel that scampered along a tree trunk, but never made it to its destination. It's not a delicacy, but you hope it has enough meat on it to at least feed Lori. You hear the rattle over your head. Carefully you take aim with your bow and fire, another squirrel falls to the ground pierced by your arrow.

"Good shot." You hear Daryl and smile proudly.

"Call me Ygritte." You joke, lifting your chest proudly.

"Who?" he looks at you confused, picking up the two squirrels, tying them to his belt.

You open your mouth in surprise and offense, ready to retort, but before you can say anything, you suddenly fall face first to the ground. Daryl is startled, screaming your name as he comes running towards you. You sit up, your face full of dirt and some leaves. You can't help it, it's superior to you, you burst out laughing, loud guffaws escaping between your hands, as you tremble.

"W-what the fuck, are ya crazy?" gasps Daryl, but he feels your laughter rubbing off on him, smiling.

You have stumbled. After all you've been through, the dead, the running from place to place, the fights with other survivors, looking for food, surviving. You've tripped over a stone the size of a walnut and fallen flat on your face as if you were a baby learning to walk. Your laughter is hysterical, scared, nervous and at the same time embarrassed. You are going through so much that your body doesn't know how to handle it anymore and that uncontrolled laughter is a product of that stress.

Daryl kneels down next to you to check that you're okay, wipes your face with the handkerchief in his back pocket and you regain your composure, slowly stopping laughing.

"Thank you..." You whisper still escaping some giggles.

"Ya scared the shit out of me, I thought..." He falls silent, but looks at you with intensity. You both know what he means.

He thought it happened to you like it did to your sister.

You sigh and sit up slowly, then, after all these days, he notices a pendant hanging from your neck. He swallows hard, raises his hand and holds the small locket. You don't move, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. It is a small heart-shaped locket, with a beautiful hand-drawn design, on the outside it bears the ornament of a blue orb and a feather. Small details that only you both understand its meaning.

"Ya still keep it..."

"Of course. My mother gave it to me when they came to see us in town." You shrug. "She told me it was a gift from you."

"The truth is, I thought ya would have thrown it away as soon as she had given it to ya... or that she would never have gotten around to giving it to ya..." He confesses, lowering his gaze.

"Daryl, she adored you, she knew you were going through a bad time, that it wasn't your fault. She wasn't mad at you." You assure him and smile.

He holds your pendant, looks sideways at you, silently asking for your permission. You nod and let Daryl open the locket. He presses the button leaving the heart broken in half, with trembling fingers he opens the locket fully and his breathing stops. You continue to stare at him, watching his every facial expression, his every reaction. You see his eyes glisten and he blinks to hold back tears.

Inside the locket is a photo. Him, your sister and you. One of many your sister took when you were in the secret place.

Daryl feels his throat burning because he's holding back a whimper, he swallows several times before stroking the photo with his thumb. His mind traveling a mile a minute, taking him back to those days.

"I thought it would be a picture of Michael." He says sincerely.

Yes, that would have been another option, you loved Michael with all your being. He would always be important to you and would always be in your heart. But this was different, your sister and Daryl had been a part of most of your life, they were two of the most important people you loved the most and you always felt you had lost them both, so you decided to put that picture up, cut it out and put it on the necklace with all the care in the world.

"I still miss her, you know?" You confess to him, looking at him, you feel his gaze fall on you too. "Sometimes I can't help thinking about her, imagining her in this world..." You smile and your eyes fill with tears. "She would have made a hell of a warrior, quite the survivor." You sniffle through your nose, see that Daryl has lowered his head, but nods. "She would have kicked more than one of them in the balls." You joke and see Daryl's body shake in dry laughter.

"I miss her too." He confesses. "There are still times when I wish I could open my eyes and be home again, with her, with the smell of freshly brewed coffee flooding everything." Her voice sounds choked and he shakes his head trying to collect himself, his blue irises glistening with tears. "Sometimes I still dream about her... and it hurts so much..."

He breaks down, you watch as he holds the bridge of his nose to keep from crying, you lean into him and hug him, remembering that time in the hospital, when you two said goodbye to your sister for the last time. You cradle him in your arms and he hugs you tightly, clinging to you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

"I think it was her... that made us meet again." You keep talking. "I think she would have wanted us to... stay friends, family..." You say and Daryl breaks away a little to look at you, his thumb sweeping away one of your tears.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry for everything I said to you that day, I'm sorry for how I behaved with you I... I was an asshole, I was broken, I didn't know what to do, I just wanted it to stop hurting and..."

"Okay, stop it." You shush him, raising a hand to calm him down. "That was a long time ago, I shouldn't have said everything I said to you that day at the farm either..." You smile and kiss him on the cheek, Daryl lets you do it even though he's always had a hard time accepting displays of affection. "So we're even; we're starting from scratch."

"Okay." He nods and smiles a little, biting his lip a few times.

"Okay, now let's go see if we can find something else to eat or the atmosphere will get worse."

You both pick yourselves up off the ground, you feel your knees sore from the blow, but you have to keep going, you have people to take care of and find a place to settle down more definitively.

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To be Continued.

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Hope you liked it!

See you in the next chapters!!

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Wings, (Daryl Dixon)

fem! oc x Daryl Dixon

warnings: slight implications of smut

setting: greene family farm

Taite was unsure as of yet if she was searching for something to live for, or a reason to die.

She knew that her family had been shielded from what was really happening in the world, I mean her father believed that these things were sick for gods sake.

When the group of survivors had come to seek refuge at her families farm, she knew that the difference in opinions would cause conflict.

They’d already cleared out the barn of undead family that her father was so carefully protecting and feeding.

Taite had always felt like an outcast to her family, she was the middle child - older than Beth, but younger than Maggie.

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“Y’ got a spare?” A gravely voice called from behind Taite. She turned to face Daryl, a pariah such as herself. She’d noticed that he’d always kept himself to himself, stayed silent during debates, even refused to camp near the rest of his group.

The air was humid yet still nippy, a low mist hung over the unkept grass and the shallow waters of the pond swished against the cattail plants.

“Nope.” The girl responded after a second. She pulled the cigarette from her lips and offered it to the man. She was surprised that a man like Daryl would even associate himself with the farmers daughter.

He took the cigarette and took a large drag. “I’m Taite.” The girl spoke, disrupting the silence. “I know who y’ ’re.” smoke trails escaping from his mouth as he spoke.

The two looked into each others eyes, they both realised their similarities.

He took a few more draws before handing the singular cigarette back, by that time it was almost finished.

“Haven’t been able t’ get ma hands on one of them f’r a while now.” He spoke.

She stayed quiet, taking a drag and allowing the flame of the cigarette to finally burn out. She stomped the butt into a patch of dirt, holding her hair out of her face in the process.

“They’re my daddy’s.” She responded in a light southern accent. “What? Y’ steal ‘em?” He asked, a small smile creeping onto his face. The girl only giggled in response, tucking one side of her hair behind her ear.

“Ay, watch out!” Daryl suddenly half-yelled. A growl sounded from the behind the girl but before she could turn, she was shoved out of the way.

She tumbled straight onto the floor, a sharp pain becoming apparent in her ankle from the impact of the hard dirt.

The sound of an arrow releasing from Daryl’s crossbow sounded and the growls stopped instantly. The girl turned onto her side, whimpering slightly and clutching onto her foot.

“Ow!” Taite managed to get out. Daryl quickly took notice of the injured girl, slinging his crossbow back over his shoulder and crouching down into the grass.

“Y’ alright?” He spoke, unsure on whether to touch her or not, instead flailing his arms awkwardly.

“M-My ankle…” She muttered, “I think I twisted it.” She managed to sit up, her grip still tight around her foot. “I don’t know if I can walk.”

Daryl didn’t need her permission, he quickly wrapped his arms around the girl and stood up without delay.

The girl was now being carried bridal style, back towards the farm house. Daryl stomped through the wispy grass, eyes set on the glowing home.

“She twisted ‘er ankle.” He announced once stepping foot through the door. The girl used one hand to cover her face, her cheeks turning a deeper shade, embarrassed at the fact she’d injured herself so easily.

Daryl slumped the girl down onto the couch, a few family members flocked to assess the severity of the sore.

“What were y’all doing out there anyway?” Maggie asked, her brows knitted together as Hershel pushed her dirtied cargoes up her leg.

“We were ju-” “Nothin’!” Taite interrupted, not wanting her father to know where his missing cigarettes had disappeared to.

Carol, Maggie and Hershel exchanged quizzical exchanges, deciding not to question any further. Hershel pushed some ice wrapped in a cloth onto her ankle and allowed it to rest on the arm of the seat.

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“So, what were y’all actually doing?” Carol asked, now sat on the porch with Daryl.

Daryl gazed into the window at the now, deep in slumber Taite.

“We weren’ doin’ anythin’ ju- just… smoking a cigarette, sh’ didnt wan’ Hershel knowin” He finally spoke, tearing his eyes away from the window.

“Really?” Carol smiled, not quite believing that Daryl wouldn’t grab at the opportunity to get close to a pretty girl.

Daryl just scoffed, knowing no amount of convincing would make Carol accept the truth.

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Re-Watches of The Same Boat

So, last week we re-watched Ghosts, and this week a couple of us re-watched The Same Boat. I know we've been talking about Carol a lot, but the only reason is because we think she'll have a big part in Beth's return. Remember that TSB came not long after Grady, and has a lot of Beth imagery in it, along with a lot of resurrection symbolism. You can check out my past posts about it HERE.

@galadrieljones:

So I just watched The Same Boat. I honestly forgot how brutal it is. In this episode, Carol crosses a line. It’s an interesting culmination of all her tricks. Pretending to be weak (a wolf in sheep’s clothing), manipulation (using Maggie’s pregnancy as a bargaining chip), gaslighting herself into thinking others are “making” her kill them (“I told you to run”). Fire.

One thing I didn’t remember is that Maggie pushes Carol. Carol just wants to leave when they get free but Maggie insists that they kill everyone. When Maggie tells her, “We have to finish it,” Carol just follows like she doesn’t have a choice, like she doesn’t have a say, like she’s just a “tool.”

But it’s not as simple as that. Once the choice is made, and it’s just Paula, Carol insists on dealing with her instead of Maggie, and she kills all the men too with her cigarette. She is shielding Maggie, like a motherly gesture, protecting her. I don’t know if this has anything to do with Beth or just because Maggie is pregnant.

Carol believes that Beth saved her life, so she may feel she owes this to Beth. In the end, she keeps the rosary beads and this feels like a callback to Beth and Coda as Beth = the Christ figure, and maybe it is also a reference to Mary, Christ’s mother. Beth saves Carol and then Carol ends up in this hostage situation, and she gets to go free but Beth doesn’t. Then it’s The Same Boat, and Carol is again in a hostage situation with Rick on the radio and a trade, and this time she’s with Maggie instead of Beth.

I feel like she sacrifices whatever she has left of her humanity to save Maggie and to prevent Maggie from having to lose herself so that Maggie can stay strong for her baby. Over the course of the episode, the whole thing is Maggie’s plan but she only kills Molls. Carol kills everybody else, including Donnie. That one just took a long time.

There’s plenty of talk about making choices and choosing sides in the episode, too, per the theme of “indifference.”

The whole deal with Gregory for the Satellite Station was Maggie’s deal, and she’s really on some sort of tear. Maggie’s arc is fairly secondary in seasons 5-6, like it’s easy to forget. But after Beth she slowly changes. She becomes ruthless, and I think it’s actually really well done because it creates this karmic pressure that builds toward Glenn’s death over time. Glenn pays the price for Maggie’s mistakes. To be honest I’m still not sure whether Maggie has owned up to this.

It also occurred to me that this episode feels like the Grady arc mainly in that it takes place in a completely other world, separate from Team family. There’s a whole new cast of characters at the forefront, and we are looking at Rick et al from the outside. Carol infiltrates yet again to another timeline, but this one is for the Saviors. Ofc she wants to just leave but she ends up burning it to bits so there’s nothing left, and only then does Rick arrive. The Red “X” gas cans are an interesting touch in this respect.

I don’t have much else for now. Going to think on it some more. A very unique episode, to be sure.

Actually, looking forward, I like the idea of Carol feeling like she owes Beth. I think she feels too like she owes Daryl. Carol is selfish so she wants to impress Daryl and win his affection and respect, but she also wants to repay those who help her. She is loyal to the people who save her life or show her compassion.

I think this is why she defends Shane to Rick ever so briefly in Indifference. If Carol could find Beth and return her to Daryl that would be, in Carol’s eyes, the crown jewel. It would absolve her of all her sins and she could then just live out her days knowing she reunited the two people in this world who have saved and defended her even when she knows she didn’t deserve it. I think looking at Carol as a maternal figure to Beth is interesting, not something I’ve thought about much before.

@twdmusicboxmystery:

I re-watched The Same Boat as well and will now give you my notes about it.

So, I’m positive some of this has been discussed before, so some of it will seem familiar. But it’s what I wrote down as I watched. My over-arching theory here is basically not any different from any of our others recently. I think this whole sequence both parallels Grady and foreshadows the CRM. The Saviors and AOW were always a foreshadow of the coming CRM war, but we knew little of the CRM when this episode first aired. I also had some of the same impressions you had, Tarah. But I’ll get to those.

The first is Primo. He’s the guy Rick and Daryl capture, and who Rick shoots at the end because he tells Rick he’s Negan. It’s been discussed before that “primo” is the upper part of a musical duet. So there’s a musical reference going on here. But what I didn’t remember or maybe just never registered is that Primo is also a medical guy of some kind.

Donnie, the guy Carol shoots in the arm at the beginning, who ends up bleeding out and dying, keeps saying they need to get Primo back because he can patch Donnie up. He can fix Donnie’s injury. We aren’t told if Primo is a doctor or surgeon or medic like Bob. But Donnie is telling us very obviously that he’s a medical guy who heals people. It’s yet another parallel to Beth and Grady, and the fact that he’s shot in the head at the end also parallels him to Denise.

After being captured, it shows Carol’s POV. She has a good over her head but is looking down at her feet. It’s very similar to how it showed Beth’s feet walking in Inmates, Rick’s in 9x05 just before Jadis takes him, and more recently, Madison’s when she was revealed to be alive. Hence, connections to the CRM and them taking people captive, as Carol was a captive here.

I could talk about other things like their “omega” talk and the coffee analogy, but I think we’ve talked through those pretty thoroughly.

This place they go is missing guns and food. They talk about how only a month ago it was stalked, but now the guns and food are gone and it’s full of walkers. This is actually very similar to TF believing Alpha sent the walkers in Ghosts.

Here, Paula’s people come to the conclusion that Rick and TF are the ones that took everything. But Rick and TF have never been to this place before. It wasn’t them. So, someone else took the Saviors’ supplies from this place, and we’re never told who. Even back then, with these little background conversations about the supplies, the writers were hinting at the CRM.

I think I mentioned the Saw movie reference before, so I won’t go through it again, unless someone needs a refresher. Let me know.

So, one thing that really struck me watching it this time, was how much talk there is of pregnant women and making babies. Of course it’s all about Maggie being pregnant, and Carol reveals that in the hopes that they’ll show Maggie mercy because of her delicate condition. But if this foreshadows the CRM, while Paula and her gang aren’t actively taking pregnant women, we still have Maggie, who happens to be pregnant, become their prisoner.

We also find out ‘Chelle lost a baby, through miscarriage, at some point. Even though the CRM is doing something totally different than Paula, I still feel like there’s a parallel there in the flippant attitude toward something that ought to be protected.

Paula is disrespectful and makes fun of the idea of creating families in the apocalypse, calling them “bite sized snacks for the dead.” While the CRM, or Padre at least, is ripping families apart by kidnapping the children, and sometimes the pregnant women. It’s different logistically, but the same in terms of the dystopian attitude and concept.

I had the same thought as you, Tarah, in that I got the sense Carol was being so protective of Maggie and determined to free her because of what happened to Beth. Since she couldn’t save Beth and bring her out, she would save Maggie.

I wrote down that the guy who got shot, Donnie, reminded me of Dawn, but I can’t remember why or what I was thinking there. Unless it was just the similarity of name: Dawn, Don.

Maggie wears the red shoelaces all through this episode. I’m pretty sure she wears them all through S6, and maybe even beyond.

Oh, the other thing about Donnie is that he bleeds out from a wound in his arm, right. The wound comes from a gun shot (a la Carol) which is like Beth, but of course it’s in his arm instead of his head. But remember that in 9x05, in Rick’s vision, we don’t see the gunshot wound in Beth’s head. We see blood on her arm. I wonder if this and that are part of the same symbolism. We just aren’t sure what it points to, yet.

Even back when this episode aired, people talked about how ‘Chelle and Maggie are foils to one another. Both were pregnant at some point. Both had very closed relationships with their fathers, and lost them. They differ in that, obviously, Maggie lives and ‘Chelle dies. Maggie gets to have her baby, while ‘Chelle lost hers.

But it struck me that the parallels run much deeper than that. The guy ‘Chelle was with was a jerk. Total douchebag by her own admission. She only looked for him on principal because he was her boyfriend. Maggie, on the other hand, married Glenn. Even more, though, are ties to Daryl, even if ‘Chelle never knew who he was or really met him. Daryl killed her boyfriend by blowing him up on the road. Daryl also, though unwittingly, had hand in Glenn’s death.

I think a lot of this also feeds into what you’ve said above, Tarah. TF losing their humanity during this period. Maggie and Carol abandoned their humanity in order to survival. (Survive first, live later.) But by the end, it wiped them both out. Neither of them were “okay.” And then Rick shooting Primo obviously traumatized them more.

Let’s talk about some interesting things about Carol. Where ‘Chelle was a foil to Maggie, Paula was an obvious foil to Carol. I thought it was interesting when Paula said, “I see exactly who you are, Carol.” Except she didn’t. Carol had put on a mask. Paula thought she saw everything, but she was willfully blind. Paula talked about how she was in DC when the turn happened. She said she killed her boss, and she stopped counting how many she’d killed when she got to double digits. That’s also when she stopped feeling badly about it.

Herein, I think, lies Carol’s redemption. We’ve talked a lot about how she very often does morally questionable things, and sometimes we’d just like to smack her upside the head for it. But the thing is, she always feels badly about it.

(Lol. It just reminded me of a line from a song in the Sound of Music, when the nuns sing about Maria. One says, “she’s always late for chapel” and the second one says, “but her penitence is real.” That line always made me laugh. It’s like, she does all these bad things, but she feels REALLY bad afterward, lol. That’s kind of Carol in nutshell, though her story is much darker than The Sound of Music ever was.)

The point is, Carol never becomes hardened to the humanity of it the way Paula has. Carol thinks she has to be hard in order to survive, and maybe sometimes she does, but she always feels it afterward. With the people she’s killed, with the kids, with Connie. Also remember that later in S7, just before leaving Tobin, she is writing down and counting the people she’s killed. I really loved the observation that that’s when we saw her smoking cigarettes a lot. It’s a visual way the writers show psychological illness. It’s like, even though she does kill and will, she’s truly worried about her soul.

I always loved J.K. Rowling’s analogy that murder rips the soul into pieces. It’s like Carol’s soul is ripped apart, and she doesn’t know how to fix it. This is why, when she killed the Saviors on the road after leaving Alexandria, she was crying to hard. It’s funny, because that REALLY confused most of Carol’s fans, who follow her so closely and like to see her as a badass. Most of them had this really confused reaction like, “why is she CRYING.” Lol. Most of them chocked it up to it being a trick to put them at ease so she could kill them. And that was part of it.

But it’s deeper than that. She genuinely doesn’t want to kill anyone else. She totally will, and in that case they truly would have killed her if she hadn’t. But those tears, as well as the ones she showed Paula in this episode, were based in something real. She ran away to the cabin in S7 because she was trying to avoid tearing it any further. But when the war broke out, she was right back in it again, defending the people she loves.

I love the line when Carol tells Paula that she’s the one who’s really afraid to die. This isn’t really anything to do with TWD, but I just think there’s truth in it. Anyone who is mean or nasty or violent to others, it’s always based in fear. Those who are calm and kind are more concerned with their own souls and being decent to people. And if they die, they die, but at least they do it with a clear conscience. So Carol is right that it’s really Paula’s people who are terrified to die. Carol is terrified of not being able to save Maggie, but I don’t think she’s afraid to die herself.

When Carol goes ham on Paula’s group at the end, Paula says, “you’re good, nervous little bird. You were her, but not now.” Just more of Carol being a chameleon, as you discussed earlier in detail. Then Paula says, “what were you so afraid of?”

And it’s interesting, because you would think Paul would just assume it was an act, but it’s like she intuitively knows Carol was not faking that. Just backs up what I said above. Carol’s tears and the trauma she show are real, but she mostly hides them, and when they don’t serve her anymore, she buries them again. The answer is that she’s afraid of losing her Maggie, and of losing her soul. She’s also afraid of exactly what happened in this episode: being responsible for the deaths of more people.

I’ve always thought it was downright creepy when Carol did Paula’s voice on the radio. She just does it so perfectly. Morphs into Paula for a second. But I think it shows a) her chameleonness (totally a word ;D) and b) that Paula is her foil or dark side. They’re the light and shadow elements of the same character. (Remember in S11, Zeke calls Carol a light.)

The only other things I wrote down is that at parts of this episode, there’s a high-pitched squealing noise in the background. It almost sounds like a tea kettle whistling. But it’s not part of the show. It’s just a sound effect, much like background music, that is put in. And it’s always around Carol. I think it’s meant to make us think of coffee brewing, or of Carol being a boiling kettle that’s about to explode.

Finally, they put down Paula on their way out. So, they don’t leave her as a walker. Probably representative of Carol trying to kill her shadow self, though it doesn’t entirely work here. So yeah.

I know not much of this is about Beth, but it just backs up everything else we’ve said about Carol’s role in finding Beth and bringing her back to Daryl. She saved Maggie here, but later lost Sam. She saved Henry as a boy, which called back to not saving Sophia, but then she lost him to Alpha. She lost Tobin, both emotionally and physically, but gained Zeke. Carol is such a fascinating character because she is always wrestling with her own demons, and often loses. I don’t think many of Carol’s biggest fans understand her at all.

Anyway, that’s what I have from The Same Boat. It was fun to re-watch.

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Oooo in the drought of my soul Oooo I'm losing control Oh how you know how to kiss like the rain But you stole my heart like a hurricane Yeah, you stole my heart like a hurricane Yea yea yea

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Till THE DEAD do us part | Chapter 1

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story. I’m not good with synopses, so sorry about that.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

Summary: Y/N Grimes is Rick’s younger sister, when the world ended she had Lori, Carl and Shane. But did she really have them? Her brother was dead, her sister-in-law was sleeping with her brother’s best friend and her nephew was just a small kid. She had him, Daryl Dixon was no knight in a shining armor and she was no damsel in distress, but maybe they were exactly what each other needed.

*gif is not mine, credits on the gif.

Chapter 1: Vulnerable

Summary: Y/N sees something she wasn’t supposed to see, she need to vent about it but she can’t do it with Lori or Shane, because they are the main reason about it. So she goes to the woods hoping to find some peace.

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, kinda angsty, a little bit of fluffy, comfort, mentions of death, mentions of violence

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader

Word Count: 2,072

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with a lot of love.

Chapter 2

It was again one more boiling hot day in the Quarry near Atlanta, you thought the temperature would for sure kill you, but there was another thing threatening to take your life and it wasn’t a Zombie.

Before everything, before the world ended, life wasn’t easy. You wanted it to be, but you were living one of the worst moments of your life. You had just lost your job as a vet because you couldn’t save a rich man’s cat and he demanded that you were fired. You felt bad for the poor cat, for your lost job, for your name as a professional that was now forever marked and also for your dog a female German Shepherd called Luna that had to see you not acting like your usual self.

On top of that your older brother, Rick, got shot working… he was a Sheriff’s Deputy. That’s what made you stop feeling sorry for yourself, because you couldn’t. You needed to see your brother laying on a hospital bed in comma, you had to hold things together and take care of Carl and Lori.

Lori and Carl had you, but you had no one, Carl was just a kid and Lori couldn’t even take care of herself at the moment. There was Shane, he was like a brother to you, but even with him there… it was as if you were alone. You just had Luna.

You went to their house and stayed there, you were going to stay until Rick got better, yes, he was going to get better and you would stay just a little bit more to help during his recovery, and everything was going to be fine again. But it never was. The world ended. The dead were walking as if they were alive and Rick died.

Now you lived in a Quarry with Lori, Carl, Shane and a bunch of other survivors. Most of people were pleasant and easy to live with, the exception was Ed, Carol’s husband and Merle Dixon, Daryl’s brother, but this was the apocalypse and you don’t have much choice on the people that are going to be around you.

It had been almost two months since everything happened and the camp was created, almost two months your brother had died… and today, while you were picking some wood, you saw something that felt as if someone was pulling your guts out of your stomach and squeezing your heart.

Lori and Shane. Not Lori and Shane friendly doing what they usually do, they were in the middle of the forest, fucking, and there was no other word you’d use to describe it other than fucking. There wasn’t even two months Rick died, and his best friend and wife were fucking.

You felt nauseated, you went back the same direction you came and knew you had to do something to calm down. You couldn’t afford causing an scene or any uncomfortable situation, you could not hurt Carl.

“Hey! Aunt Y/N, did you already pick all the woods?” Carl shouted to you from the spot he was, playing with Sophia and Luna, Carol watching them.

“Er… wood wasn’t good that side, I’m going to the other side see if I find anything better.” You gave a lame excuse, you just wanted to be alone, cry all this shit out, in silence cause you didn’t want anyone to know and you didn’t want to attract any walkers near the camp.

“Can you look after them a little more, Carol?” You asked the woman, you were sure she was not going to say no, she loved being with the kids and even with Luna.

“Sure, don’t worry.” She said, you nodded and then walked to the opposite side from where you came the fastest as possible, looking down so others wouldn’t see you had started to cry.

You walked until you found a place far enough so no one would find you, but not so far that you would have any trouble. You had a gun and knife, you knew how to defend yourself, but you couldn’t make it easy to the dead to kill you, you were not that dumb.

You sat behind a tree, brought your knees to your chest and hid your face crying. Your thoughts were racing and all you could think was about what you saw, your brother and how you missed him. You listened to some light leaves hustle, but You didn’t give it importance, thinking it was probably the wind, it was so light that it couldn’t be a walker. So you continued minding your own business crying what you had to cry so you could look at your sister-in-law’s face without letting her know how upset you were.

“Ya shouldn’t be out here vulnerable like that” you jumped startled by the redneck’s voice. ‘So that was him,’ you thought, ‘of course, only he could walk with light steps, he was a hunter after all.’ You wiped your tears, not that it would help they were still falling and there wasn’t anything you could do to stop them.

“I’m not vulnerable, I just needed some time alone.” You answered, he was really trying to not be too rough on you given to your situation, but his lack of tact was something he had much difficulty to overcome.

“Ya could cry in your tent, it’s safer”

“I don’t wanna Carl and Lori to see me cry. I don’t wanna have to explain myself, things would get bad if I had to. I don’t wanna upset Carl.” You sniffed, that was one of the worst parts of crying, getting a damn runny nose.

“Shane can’t help?” He asked, you didn’t know but he probably already had some idea of the reason you were crying.

“He’s part of the problem Dixon, if I could I’d punch him and kick his balls” you answered, tears still running down but a little bit calmer.

“Did ya see him and…” he didn’t finish the question, because you completed it for him.

“Lori? Yeah”

Talking about them made you remember everything you saw and how it hurt you. You were still mourning Rick, and Shane and Lori apparently were already moving on. What hurt the most is that even mad at both of them, you still loved them. Lori was like a big sister, a sister that you wish you had while growing up, and Shane? He was your brother he taught you how to defend yourself, he gave you shooting classes, he brought you home the first time you got drunk and even took care of you while you were hangover. When Rick wasn’t there, he was. At this moment you hated him as much as you loved him.

“Do you know if anyone else know about them?” You asked after a long time, you were so lost that you didn’t even noticed that Daryl walked a bit ahead and stoped with his back turned to you. He wanted to give you privacy to cry, but he also couldn’t leave you behind, it was dangerous to you staying so vulnerable at the forest. He knew you could defend yourself, but you didn’t even listened him approaching, you sure were not going to listen to a walker too.

“I don’t know. Probably not. I’m much into the woods, so I caught them a few times.” He answered at distance, not turning to look back at you. “Do ya like him?” Daryl asked and right after he just regretted having opened his mouth, why would he ask such an intimate thing to you? He should just stay there and make sure you’d go back alive to the camp.

“Ew! No! He’s like a brother to me. We grew up together.” You answered disgusted to the idea of liking Shane any other way. “It’s not that. My brother, he died. Well, you probably know. And I know Lori needs to continue living and they are adults, but there’s not even 2 months and she moved on that fast and Shane… he was his best friend. I’m still mourning him, the world still doesn’t make any sense without him here and they are already fucking. I know I’m being selfish and emotional but…” you spoke so much that you had already lost your line of thought. Daryl was probably tired of you, he wasn’t one to talk much, but here you were opening all your thoughts to him.

“It’s about yer brother. Ya have the right to feel.” He understood, he had never lost his brother and he hoped he’d not lose him anytime soon. Merle was a dick, and he made him mad most of the time, but he was his brother, so he understood you.

You wiped your tears, calmer and ready to continue. You were still mad and sad about everything, but now you didn’t feel like you were going to die anymore, you were not suffocated. You got up, shook the dirt from your pants and approached the archer.

“I was going to take some wood for fire. I don’t want to go back empty handed. Can you help me?” Now you gave a look at him, and noticed he had some rabbits and squirrels hanging from a rope. He was being essential to maintain everyone fed, he was not one to be socializing around the camp, but he was good and you could see it.

He just nodded and started walking by your side collecting the good woods he found along the way. “Thank you.” You said collecting a branch that you saw.

“For what? I didn’t even take the woods to the camp.” Did he not understand or was he faking?

“Not about the woods. Well, that too… but thank you for staying with me and talk to me, you didn’t have to” ‘but you did’, you completed in your thoughts. “Also, thank you for always bringing us food. I don’t know if I ever told you that.” He grunted, sometimes you wish you could know what he was thinking, you never knew if his grunts mean something good or bad.

“No need to thank me” he never knew how to react at moments like that. Should he say thanks back? Should he give another compliment?

Soon you returned to the camp, he helped you put the woods near the makeshift kitchen and was going to clean the rabbits and squirrels so they could be cooked.

“Luna likes you” you said, you saw how your dog acted around him. He was a little surprised with the comment. “You can take her with you when you want, I see that you like her too.” You smiled, a beautiful one just as if you were not broken or had cried your soul an hour ago.

“She likes my food too” he joked, it was not intentional but after what he said he even got a little smile at the corner of his mouth for some seconds. You giggled before answering.

“I know, she makes the cutest puppy eyes. It’s not her fault if you can’t resist her charms.” He snorted and for some seconds, just few seconds, he thought that maybe she wasn’t the only one he couldn’t resist. As he went to clean the hunt, you went to Carol to say you got the wood and offer to take care of the kids while she started to prepare the food.

You couldn’t take that smile from your face and you didn’t were sure why, you ruffled Luna’s fur while you sat close to the kids and released the dog so she could run around a little. You hated having to let her tied, but you were too afraid of what could happen if she went too far. She ran around the camp and soon approached the archer he pet her and she made her happy tail dance to him, he looked in your direction and you smiled watching their interaction. Your day wasn’t lost, there was still good things to be grateful for, even in a world like this.

Final notes: Please tell me your thoughts. There is a long time I don’t write and publish fanfiction in English so I’d be glad to hear from you.

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Words: 3,361 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria, post-Negan, set during The Storm (9x16) Warnings: language, frightening scenarios, some violence and gore Summary: Moving everyone from The Kingdom to Hilltop, Y/N and Daryl both have close calls, forcing them to re-evaluate what's most important. A/N: Ya'll better thank this babe, @mariannambl, because she is the patron for this fic. Thank you SO MUCH for your support and for this commission, love! I had a wonderful time bringing it to life!

Your name: submit What is this?

Yumiko touched you on the sleeve. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Yeah, of course.” You gave the woman you’d been helping a small parting smile and turned, following Yumiko a short distance away. You stared at her expectantly. “What’s up?”

She watched you quietly for a moment, the ghost of a smile on her face, before she glanced across the dark space. Daryl and Carol were sitting quietly on the stairs, side by side. The archer’s eyes were fixed in your direction, even though he was talking to Carol. “He’s looking at you again,” Yumiko said, a smile now fully curving her lips.

You felt heat in the apples of your cheeks, and it certainly wasn’t from the ambient temperature. The ruins of The Sanctuary were frigid, just like the outside air. You ducked your head a little, eyelashes fluttering. “Would you stop?” you said, meeting Yumiko’s eyes.

“I just want to know what you’re waiting for,” she said, a question lifting her brow. “We all do!” You knew, of course, that she meant herself, Magna, and Luke. “It’s so obvious. Just—”

You cut her off. “It’s not the right time! The Kingdom has just failed and with everything going on with The Whisperers, how am I supposed to—what am I supposed to do?” you asked.

She sighed. “It’s never going to be ‘the right time.’ We haven’t got any guarantees these days. That should make it more pressing to grab onto whatever you can while you can.” She gave your shoulder a friendly squeeze and returned to Magna. You glanced up again, and Daryl’s eyes were on you. You offered him a small smile, but he quickly ducked his head.

Quit staring, dumbass. You’re gonna creep her out. But it was hard not to stare. He didn’t understand how even standing in the dim light of the ruined building, huddled and bundled, he still found you stunning. The color of your eyes was rich, rimmed with a thick fray of lashes. Even under the knit hat you had pulled on, your hair was shiny and silky. He wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through it while he kissed your full lips.

“Daryl—are you even listening to me?” Carol asked, nudging his shoulder with hers.

“Huh? Yeah, sorry…” he murmured.

She followed where his gaze had been and she managed a small smile to herself. “Oh… I see,” she said.

Daryl rolled his eyes at her knowing tone and climbed to his feet. “Shut up. There’s nothin’ to see,” he growled.

“Whatever you say,” she said quietly. His boots set the steps ringing as he went down the stairs.

Everyone was restless. You were grateful for the limited shelter from the storm, but it was still freezing inside the building, and you didn’t manage any sleep, finally getting up to warm yourself at one of the fires, pulling off your gloves and stretching your fingers toward the heat. You felt him over your shoulder more than you heard him. Daryl always walked quietly.

Turning, you caught his eyes and he was soon beside you. “Hey,” he drawled, shifting a little in his nerves.

“Hi,” you returned, giving him a small smile.

He fixed his eyes on the low flames and pulled his gloves off too, tucking them under his arm as he warmed his fingers. “Ya—ya stayin’ warm enough?” he drawled, a sideways glance at you.

“Warm enough,” you replied. “What about you?” He nudged his nose up in a nod. His eyes stayed fixed on your face, tracing the outline of your lips, memorizing the gentle slope of your nose in profile.

“S’gonna be okay,” he said suddenly. “I mean—we’re gonna get everybody to Hilltop.”

You nodded, glancing back over at him. “I know. I’m not worried.”

He nodded again, tearing his eyes away from you. “Good. Can’t have that.” He wanted to stay longer beside you, wanted something else to say, but he suddenly found his mind blank and his throat tight. “Well—get some sleep,” he said abruptly. He left you standing at the small fire alone again, and you watched him leave over your shoulder, a little puzzled by his sudden departure.

But there was no more time for catching any sleep. The decision had been made to move ahead to Hilltop, crossing the hostile border of The Whisperers over the frozen river in the dark. Yumiko came and got you, and you bundled up as best you could, your long knife clutched in your hand. A small contingent went ahead to check that the coast was clear before bringing everyone across. You fell into step beside Daryl and he glanced over at you, his brow furrowing beneath his dark hair, dotted with snow.

“Ya dun have to be out here yet. Ya could stay with the others and—”

“I want to be here,” you said, your voice a bit muffled through your scarf and from the wind. “You know I’m not one to choose the sidelines.”

He hesitated, but he nodded. He knew you could fight. Of course he knew that. Hell, you’d saved his ass plenty of times, but something about this had him on edge. The cold, the storm, crossing into Alpha’s territory… It all had his stomach in a knot. “Alrigh’… Just be careful,” he said, pulling his bandana up over his face against the bite of the wind.

“You too,” you said, gently grabbing his arm for a brief moment. Even that glancing contact through all his layers of clothes was enough to warm him like a shot of whiskey, and he found himself staring at you again. The flying snow dotted your cheeks like freckles before it melted against the warmth of your skin. Flakes caught in your hair and stuck in your eyelashes, and if he hadn’t been so anxious about what you all were attempting, he would have found himself frozen right along with the snow, committing the scene to memory. The wintry scene seemed to suit you.

But there was no time for that as the group reached the river. “I’mma check the ice,” he drawled. You and Michonne waited just at the edge as Daryl ventured out carefully with one foot and then the other. He swept the snow away from a section of ice and carefully scrutinized the color. “I think we’re alrigh’. C’mon. We’ll get you two across to watch for any trouble on the other side and then start with the others.” Michonne took his proffered hand and started down. She made it safely to the other side and stood with her sword at the ready.

You were next. You took Daryl’s hand, grateful for his steadiness as the snow beneath your feet slipped a little on the rocks. You let out a small gasp of surprise and pitched forward, but he caught you immediately, his free hand coming to rest on your back lightly. You were nearly face to face.

His brow creased. “Ya alrigh’?”

You nodded, trying to find your breath for a moment, your heart pounding with his closeness. “Yeah. I’m good,” you managed. He released you and you gulped as you started across the ice slowly.

You were about halfway, passing a large spray of cattails, when it happened.

It had felt like an agonizingly long time, but it all happened in a matter of seconds.

A hand emerged from the snow drift around the bottom of the cattails and grabbed your calf firmly, pulling your legs out from under you. Your back hit the ice hard, knocking the breath from your body. Your head collided with the ice next and your vision went from near white-out with the flying snow to inky black for a few seconds. A sharp ringing filled your head, a high-pitched whine that drowned out almost all other sound. But one thing cut through; Daryl’s frantic voice yelling your name.

“Y/N!” He scrambled to get to you, fumbling with his crossbow and knives as he slipped on the ice. Fear seized him as he saw the snapping jaws waiting to sink into your leg as the walker dragged you closer.

And then, suddenly, as if the walker that snagged you had woken its companions, the dead erupted out of the snow around everyone and chaos ruled. Knives and bows sang as everyone fought with the unexpected onslaught of snowy death.

Your vision came back in, but it was blurred and hazy. Blinking hurriedly, willing your brain and eyes to process the scene normally, you sat up and focused on the foggy view at your feet. The walker still had a solid grip on your leg and was dragging you toward its waiting jaws with surprising force. You fixed your attention on the oval blur of its head and lunged with your knife, luckily connecting with the skull and feeling the crunch as the blade punctured the bone and sunk into the soft brain. The grip on your leg disappeared.

You were out of breath, shaking your head as if that would help you clear your vision. Suddenly, Daryl was beside you on his knees. You looked up at him, your mouth still hanging partially open as you heaved in shaky breaths. There were two of him and you weren’t sure which one to focus your eyes on.

“Shit! Y/N—are ya—ya alrigh’?” he asked desperately. You could hear the shakiness of fear in his voice, something that was rare and therefore it grabbed hold of you. Daryl’s heart was practically bashing into his ribs it was beating so hard and fast. His stomach was twisted into a pit that wouldn’t release. His hands moved over your leg and he checked for a scratch, but the bony fingers hadn’t broken through your pants. Your knife was still sticking out of the motionless head of the walker and he gripped the handle and pulled it free, staring at the corpse with panic sticking between his lungs. Fuck, that was too close. That was too goddamn close. “Ya okay?” he asked urgently. “C’mon, let’s get ya up.” He grabbed your hands and helped you to your feet.

Luckily, your vision finally cleared as you stood. Daryl handed your knife back to you and you accepted it in your gloved hand, gripping to it tightly, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. Your other hand went to the back of your head, which was tender. You were sure there would be a lump there soon… and you were grateful that your knit hat had somewhat cushioned the impact.

“Jesus, that scared the shit outta me,” Daryl drawled again, his eyes unusually wide. “Really, are ya alrigh’?”

You let out a wry laugh, still rubbing at the back of your head. “Peachy,” you joked. Daryl gave you yet another serious and worried look. “I’m okay,” you breathed more sincerely, focusing on Daryl’s anxious face. “Really. I’m good.”

His worry didn’t ease. “Are ya sure? Ya went down pretty hard. How’s yer head?” He reached a hand out toward you but stopped himself halfway. It dropped to his side.

You adjusted your hat and nodded. “It’s okay,” you reassured him. “Come on. We don’t have time for this. We have to get everyone across.”

Daryl was hesitant to let it drop, but he knew you were right. You all needed to get across to safety and shelter as soon as possible. His eyes followed you as you made your way over to Michonne and climbed the opposite bank, thrusting with your knife again as a walker wandered out of the brush half-frozen.

Soon everyone was across, but Carol and Lydia were still missing. Daryl was standing on the opposite bank, peering into the blowing snow. You watched from the other side, growing more and more anxious with every passing second.

Maybe you’d subconsciously recognized some movement in the snow near him, maybe it was intuition, but you suddenly felt in your gut that you needed to get to him. “Daryl—”

Just when you said it, a walker was on him. It had risen out of the snow like some abominable nightmare and sent his crossbow flying into a drift as it collided with him, hands grasping and mouth wide. It was taking everything he had to hold the snapping teeth off his neck as he fell onto his back. “Daryl!”

You were there in an instant, sliding on the ice on the way over, but barreling into the dead one and sending it rolling off him. It landed on its back in the snow and was stunned long enough for you to plunge your knife into it with a grunt. You were leaning over Daryl, out of breath, and he was frozen looking up at you for a moment.

“Fuck!” you breathed, sitting back on your heels, your knife coated with a layer of dark crimson that was already flaking into frozen crystals in the icy air. “Fuck, I hate this shit,” you growled, meeting his eyes. “Are you okay?”

He was just staring up at you with some unreadable expression on his face, but eventually he nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”

You gulped down your anxiety and tried to get your heart to return to normal. You climbed to your feet, brushing the snow from your coat and pants, and helped him to his feet. He dug his crossbow out of the nearby snow. Just about then, Carol and Lydia came out of the trees, and you all moved on together. Magna and Yumiko hugged you on the other side, immense relief that you were okay easily readable on their faces, and your family all moved off together.

_ _ _ _ _ _

You’d all made it. Safe inside Hilltop, everyone settled, Daryl looked up and searched for you. There was a burning need that had lodged itself between his lungs since the close calls at the river, and now it would no longer be ignored. But he couldn’t find you among the crowded and huddled people who had fled from The Kingdom.

He spotted Magna near the doorway, Yumiko beside her, and made his way over. “Hey. Ya’ll seen Y/N?” He thought maybe they’d exchanged a meaningful look, but he ignored it.

“Yeah. Yeah, she said she needed some air. Headed outside,” Magna answered.

“Thanks,” Daryl murmured. He rushed down the steps and pushed out into the still cold air. His eyes didn’t have to search too long for you. He spotted you talking with the blacksmith and made his way over. He touched you on the sleeve and you turned, your expression expectant. “Hey, can I, uhh—can I talk to ya fer a minute?”

You nodded. “Of course.” You thanked the blacksmith who was sharpening your knife, and told him you’d be back later to pick it up. Daryl had a fidgety energy and seemed nervous about something. That made you nervous. You followed him a short distance away and found yourself alone with him between two of the trailers, most of the settlement screened from your view. “What’s going on? Everything okay?”

Your eyes were warm and soft, but maybe a little worried as you peered up at him. He sighed and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, everythin’ s’fine…” He anxiously rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. “Did ya have the doctor check ya out?” he asked.

You laughed. “Daryl, I’m fine. You can stop worrying. It’s just a little bump on the head.”

He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, fidgeting. The silence between the two of you felt suddenly heavy and full.

Your lips parted slightly as you tried to read his expression. “What is it?”

He forced a breath and tried to find the words. “I—what happened out there today… ya know, at the river… I guess it made me realize—” You were looking at him so steadily, a vague question on your face, and he was suddenly terrified but determined. “When that walker had hold of ya, and I thought—I really thought for a second that it might get ya. And all I could think was that I was an idiot to waste so much time and not tell ya…” he trailed off, his blue eyes flickering over your face.

Your heart kicked up its pace, rushing along a little with hope you didn’t dare to acknowledge yet. “Tell me what?” You hadn’t meant it to, but it came out quietly.

He mouthed wordlessly for a moment before swearing under his breath and putting a hand up to his face briefly. “Shit…” Then he looked you squarely in the eyes and went on. “I’m—I’m in love with ya. And I can’t wait another second without ya knowin’ that. And it was stupid of me to wait this long anyway, but I think—I think I fell in love with ya the first damn second I saw ya. Or maybe it was when I first saw ya use a bow like a badass, or care for people when they were hurt, or when ya made Judith laugh… I dunno. But it don’t matter exactly when cuz I feel it now, and the last thing I could stand was somethin’ bad happenin’ to ya. And I just wanna ask ya if—if maybe instead of stayin’ here—I know Magna and Yumiko, yer family, are gonna stay in Hilltop, but maybe ya—ya would come with me to Alexandria tomorrow?” You wanted to respond but he was still rambling a little nervously. “And s’ok if this is too much all of a sudden and I—shit, ya don’t even have to say anythin’ but—”

A smile had grown on your lips and it was lighting up your whole face, crinkling your eyes at the corners. When he hazarded a glance at you, that look, stunningly beautiful, brilliant, vibrant, it left him speechless. But what you did next stole his breath completely… You grabbed onto the front of his shirt and pulled his lips into yours, kissing him heatedly. His hand immediately clasped the side of your face, his fingers slipping into your silky hair the way he’d imagined doing so many times, and the other flattened out gently on the small of your back. You pressed into him and he held you there, kissing you back hungrily. The two of you were smiling into the kiss and it was way too soon when it ended.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since I first laid eyes on you,” you said breathlessly. “And when I saw that walker almost on you—I—I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you… Of course I’ll come to Alexandria with you. Daryl, I’ll go anywhere you want to go as long as you’ll have me.”

He stared at you in wild disbelief for a moment, his lips still tasting sweet like yours, and then he scooped you up in a tight embrace as you laughed in surprise, kissing your cheek and breathing in the scent of your hair like it was the only air that sustained him. When he finally set you back on your feet, you grabbed his hand, a wide grin still on your face, rosy cheeks and sparking light in your eyes. You tugged him into the nearest trailer, which just happened to be empty, and the two of you were quickly lost in each other again. It was a new beginning for everyone that had fled the crumbling Kingdom, but for you it was a whole new life, the start of something with the best man you’d ever hoped to know.

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Happy Huntings

Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader

Summary: While going on a 5 day hunting trip with your dad, you two banter a lot and get on each other's nerves…in the most loving way possible.

Readers pronouns: She/her (reader is 16)

Setting: season 4 (Prison era/pre-war)

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Profanity, typical TWD stuff

A/N: I’ve been super busy, but here’s this to make up for it. I also did not re-read it so...there are mistakes lol. Anyways, Daryl would be a good dad. He would definitely be the dad to annoy you, but in a good way. 

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DAY 1:

It was a nice day today. Everyone was smiling and chatting, children were playing, and even Judith was in a good mood. I walked over to Carol, “Hey girl, whatta ya got for breakfast?” Everytime I spoke, I had my dad’s thick southern accent; and that would make Carol giggle a little. “I’m making frogs. Running out of squirrels. Here’s your bowl of fruit.” My wide smile showed once she handed me the bowl. “Thanks! But yeah, me and my dad are gonna go hun-.”

“Y/N!” Speaking of the devil. “SUP!” I turned around and was met face-to-face with my dad. “Ya ready?” I sighed and looked at my bowl, “Right now?” I looked back up and had a frown. “Yes right now. Stuff the fruit like a damn chipmunk. Let’s go.” He walked away, making his way to get his bow that was on—what used to be Uncle Merle’s—bike. I spun around to meet Carol, and muttered a few swear words. “He always gotta be in a goddamn hurry. Can’t let me fuckin’ eat.” I rolled my eyes and stuffed my mouth with the fruit. I had more in my hands but put down the bowl, “Thank you Carol!!” Before she could even answer I was running after my dad.

We were in the woods for, what I think, was maybe 7 hours. The sun was starting to set and we only caught 2 rabbits and 10 squirrels. We still had to look for more since we had WAY more people now. “Ya know,” I started whispering to my dad, trying to not scare away animals. “This whole apocalypse, it ain’t too bad.” I saw him look over to me with the weirdest look. “I mean we met cool people! And you actually admitted to Merle being a dick.” Daryl hummed and shrugged. “Ya ain’t wrong.” I shook my head, “Yeah no shit. I’m always right.” My dad just scoffed and started to walk faster. “Hey! Come on dad!”

We were about an hour away from the prison. We started making our way back, but the worst thing started happening. A wasp flew by me and I started panicking. I swung my arms and ran in all sorts of directions. “Y/n?” Dad turned around and saw me trip backwards and land on my back. I couldn’t hear the buzzing anymore so I stopped to take a breath. Daryl walked over to me and hunched over. “Y/n, you killed thousands of walkers and yer afraid of a damn ladybug?” I took a deep breath. “It was a wasp, not a ladybug. Two VERY different things.” He started laughing, “Yeah? Well it’s on yer neck.” That set me off. I started smacking my neck and rolling around. I heard my dad laughing and I stopped. I stared at him in his laughing fit. I stood up and crossed my arms. His laughing died down slowly; and he looked at me. “You…asshole. I can’t believe you!!!” I hit his arm and moved my bag to where it was comfortable on my shoulder. I was quickly walking away from him. “Oh come on! Brighten up sunshine! Wish I had a camera.” I brought my right arm up and flipped him off while still walking forward. “Fuck you dad! I’m bringing all the food and locking you out!” He just continued walking.

DAY 2:

“Rick, be honest, would ya laugh at me if I was bein’ attacked by a wasp?” Rick looked down at me and tilted his head slightly. “Are you allergic?” “Well…no, but I’m afraid of them.” He shook his head. “No…why?” I took a deep breath and started on my rant. “Well my dad laughed at me after I panicked and then was like “it’s on yer neck,” and that caused me to smack the shit out of myself and he just LAUGHED! AGAIN!” I saw a slight smile on his face. “Oh my- YOU TOO? Rick…I trusted ya.” I walked away to leave to go out on another day of hunting. “I’m sorry!”

“What was that about?” My dad asked, waiting at the gate for me. “Oh nothin’. Just tellin’ Rick, who I thought I trusted, about how you were very rude to me.” I heard a scoff and there was definitely an eye roll there. “I don’t know how yer my daughter if yer scared of wasps.” I punched his tricep while we walked towards the woods.

We were walking around for maybe 3 hours now. Already caught around 7 squirrels. “Sorry for laughin’.” I stopped dead in my tracks and laid my eyes on the back of my dad’s face. “What?” He realized I stopped and turned around. “Said sorry, alright?” I gave him a soft smile. “It’s cool dad. I wasn’t being genuinely serious, but I was mad.” He just scoffed, “Oh yeah? I couldn’t tell between you ignorin’ me and givin’ me death stares.”  I chuckled. “Yeah..sorry about tha’.” I walked towards him and gave him a hug. He hesitated but patted back. We aren't the best when it comes to showing our love physically. We mainly do it through nods, getting food, and protecting each other. But ever since the apocalypse, we never know when we will lose each other.

I pulled back and that’s when I saw it. “Dad move!” A walker tripped on him, and he fell backwards. I pulled my knife out of my sheath and tried to pull it off. The walker ripped dad’s shirt and before it could bite him, I stabbed its head. “Jesus! You okay?” I knelt down and checked his chest, making sure it didn’t bite or scratch him. “Damn child, I’m fine.” He smacked my hands away, “Fuck, I’m sorry for caring.” I rolled my eyes and held my hand out. He took it and I helped pull him up. “Come on now. Gotta keep huntin’.” We walked off but I noticed his shirt had a little tear.

“Yo, dad, hang on.” I pulled my bag to the front and started searching. One I found it I held it out for him to take. “What you got?” He scrunched his face up. “It’s a safety pin for your shirt. I’ll fix it when we get back, but for now use this.” I held it even higher and he took it, not without a grumble though. I started walking, hearing him follow behind slowly. “Pffft. Fuck!” I turned back around and saw my dad, presenting a very uncomfortable face. “You good?”

“NO! I stabbed my damn self with yer pin!” “Voices down!” I walked to him and took the pin out of his hand, and fixed his shirt for him. “Dad, it’s called a safety pin for a reason. There’s no way you could’ve stabbed yourself!” I could see he was becoming more tense and angry. “Mfm. Whatever.” He shrugged and stormed away.

While walking back to the prison, I couldn’t help but tease my dad. Every second I would say something and he would just grumble and walk faster. Once we got to the gate, he yanked my kills off of me and walked fast. “The hell happened out there?” Rick asked, walking up to me to make sure I’m okay. “Oh nothin’, just that he stabbed himself with a safety pin and I teased him for the rest of the day.” I smirked and winked at Rick. He chuckled, “Seems you got your revenge, now go wash that blood off.” I gave him a questioining look. “What, you're my dad now?”

DAY 3:

“Y/n, pick yer damn pace up.” I rolled my eyes. “Oh I’m sorry, FATHER, I didn’t get to eat breakfast because SOMEONE was pushing us out the gates.”

“Yeah well too damn bad, sunshine.” That damn nickname always gets on my nerves. “I thought we said no ‘sunshine’. Ya know why I hate it.” He scoffed once more, “Ya hate it cause you were grumpy in the mornin’. Imma keep callin’ you that.” I rolled my eyes and sighed. We heard something move. “Stay here.” Dad told me. “What? Hell no…and he’s already gone. Fuckin’ hell.” After a few minutes I got bored so I started to walk off in another direction. I thought we could get more done since he’s off and I might as well hunt.

One minute I was aiming at a rabbit, the next I’m being tackled to the ground by a walker. “OH SHIT!” I tried to grab my knife or arrow while also pushing the fucker off me. I had no luck and started saying my last minute remarks. “For fuck sakes. Now? You freaks can’t kill me now.” I finally felt my knife and right before I was about to grab it, I heard the zip of an arrow, then the walker collapsed. “I had that.” I pushed the fuck off me and stood up, wiping all the leaves and dirt off. “Yeah? Well it looked like ya almost died Y/N! I told ya to stay put!” He raised his voice at me. I got mad, “Yer NOT the boss of me!” I pointed my finger at him and he smacked it. “I’m yer dad. When I see or hear somethin’ dangers, I go first,” he put emphasis on ‘I’ by pounding his chest. “Out of us, Imma get hurt first. You gotta live older than me.” He started to soften his voice and I felt bad. All he wanted was to protect me. He did see me almost die. “Y/n, if ya died before me, I don’ know okay.” Now I feel really bad. “I uh…I’m sorry.” I looked down at the ground because I felt tears pool up. I didn’t mean to make him genuinely angry. “Hey. S’okay.” He brought me in for a tight, quick, hug and pulled away. “Come on. Gotta go back huntin’.” He patted my back and walked beside me. “Yer so stubborn.” I chuckled and looked at him. “Where do you think I get it from?” I smirked while he laughed. We continued on with our trip, until the sun started to set.

DAY 4:

It was another day, another hunt. We left camp in the morning, like always, but we got stuck in the forest. It started raining hard and we couldn’t make our way back. “Well at least we got ‘nuff food for them.” I said to lighten the situation. Daryl didn’t say or do anything to that. Just stayed under our makeshift tents, which were just sticks, trees, and an oversized jacket I kept in my bag. “Ya know what would be great?” I looked over to my dad, who looked back at me. “What?”

“It would be nice if we had food.” He just grumbled. “I told ya I’m sorry. That damn walker distracted me.” I luaghed, “not yer fault. Plus we wouldn’t be able to make a fire.” We sat in silence for a bit longer, it started to get cold so I curled up. “I gotta question,” I stated. “Go on.” My dad simply stated. “I, okay when—no okay, when did you have me? Did ya want me? Who’s my mom? I’ve been thinkin’ since I’m older now. I don’ kno.” I started to look at the floor.

“I had ya when I was a little bit outta high school. I was scared to shit to have ya. You know why, growing up I didn't have good parents. I wasn’t ready, but I’m glad I didn’t back out. Yer mom…she wasn’t nice. Left ya with me as soon as possible. Did stupid shit. Shoulda talked to ya sooner, just worried.” I felt emotional. My own dad opened up to me. I think he realized what was going on with me since he pulled me into his side. I wrapped my hands around his body. “Thank you. I know that was hard for ya.” I felt him nod from above. “Jus’ know that I wanted ya, jus’ scared.” I pulled away a little bit, “I get it. I would be too.” I went back to his side and I slowly started to fall asleep. “Not tryna ruin this bondin’ moment, but you smell like shit.” I rolled my eyes. “Says you. You haven’ showered in what? Two weeks? Now shut up and let me sleep, you greasy redneck.” He chuckled and I heard the rumble in his chest. “Yeah I love ya too, you shit smellin’ fuck.”

DAY 5:

I woke up and I guess dad decided to just stay here. “Dad?” I sat up and rubbed my eyes. “Decided to wait till mornin’.” I nodded my head and yawned, loudly. “Ready to go? Rick’s probably worried. We’ll cut short today.” I nodded one more and took ahold of my bag. Dad held out a hand to me, I took it and got up.

We walked our way up to the gate, Rick and Carl anxiously waiting. “Open the gate!” Daryl called out. I winced a little from the sudden noise. “You guys okay? Worried sick.” Rick asked us, looking us over. “We’re all good. Imma make dad sleep and I’m gonna just help with whatever.” I responded to Rick for my dad. He gave me a look at the word ‘sleep’.  “You looked out all night. Gotta sleep.” I patted his back and started to walk towards the prison. “Y/n? Are you sure you’re okay?” I furrowed my brows, dad just continued to walk. “Yeah..why?” Carl started to laugh and he pointed to my face. “You got marker on you.” I licked my thumb and wiped my cheek. Black markings were smudged on my thumb. “Son of a bitch…” I mumbled to myself, Carl and Rick obviously hearing. I turned around sharply and started running. “DAD ARE YOU SERIOUS??!” He started running and fast. “YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE!! I’LL JUST ASK CAROL!!!” I started running more and more.

Once I caught up, I jumped on his back, and he tripped. I fell off of him and fell to the side. “Why?” I asked once I caught my breath.” Dad laughed from beside me. “Wanted to see yer reaction and revenge for when ya did that to me.” I scoffed. “That was like…months ago.” Daryl just shook his head. “I think what you need is a day at the zoo.” I turned to look at him. “Yer lucky yer old and my dad or else I’d beat you to a pulp.” We both started to laugh.

“Come on you two. Both of you need to take a shower and sleep. You’re stinking up the whole place.” Carol said, looming over us. “Yes ma’am.” Me and my dad said at the same time.

A/n: I tried this in first person, so pls let me know if you like this or third person! Also little fun fact…I’m scared of ladybugs lmao (don’t come after me)

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In this hell Daryl Dixon X Reader part 10/??

Hey everyone, It has been a little while since the last update and I am so sorry for the delay, but part 10 has now been posted after a month and a half of writing, deleting and re-writing! 

I hope you guys like this part! Also this part does have smut! 18+ only please! I apologise if the smut isn't written well as this is my first attempt at writing it! I have put the smut sectioning bold.

Warnings- SMUT 18+, Blood, Gore, General walking dead depictions, slow burn, swearing.

Time had felt like it had stopped completely. Every noise, every heart wrenching sob sounded ten times louder. The pungent metallic odour of the blood invaded my nose, stomach churning at the sharpness of it. No one spoke, no one moved after the last gunshot rang.

Carols sobs grew louder, more desperate as time passed. “Don't look. Don't look.” Daryl spoke, pushing them both up, and turning her around, to save her from seeing the bloodshed. She fought Daryl’s hold, pushing him away from her, and ran off.

Beth’s sobs were the only audible sound, other than the cicadas beyond the trees. Beth pushed Jimmy away, moving towards the mass pile of walkers.

“Wait.” Rick tried to stop her, only to have his hands slapped away. She bent down near a small pile of walkers, moving the arm of the top walker off of the one on the bottom. She turned over the bottom walker, kneeling by its head. Her sobs turned into screams as the walker grabbed Beth. Its decaying hands had gripped her shirt and hair, trying to pull her down.

Shane had wrapped his arms around Beth’s mid-section while Glenn grabbed the arms of the walker. “Come on! Pull her away, pull her away!” Jimmy yelled. Rick, Jimmy and Shane successfully pulled Beth away from the walker, Hershel throwing his arms around his daughter and moving her away from it. T-dog started kicking its skull in, Andrea cutting in for the headshot, the sharp side of the scythe now protruding from the front of its skull. Andrea retracted the scythe from the walker and let it drop.

Hershel tried to shield Beth from seeing their turned Friends, Neighbours and Family. He had turned around, moving away from the scene, taking Beth with him, Patricia going to the side to help comfort the young girl, Maggie walking in line with them.

I watched as Shane shook his head, making a beeline to Hershel and his family as soon as they’d walked near the fence. Glenn was walking behind Maggie, I had made my way behind Shane, Rick also tailing him. “We've been out. We've been combing these woods looking for her and she was in there all along? You knew?”

“Leave us alone.” Maggie snapped.

“Hey, Shane, just stop, man.” Glenn tried to stop my brother’s interrogation.

Rick had put his hand on Shanes shoulder, trying to pull him back.

“Get your hands off me.” He pushed Rick off of him, pointing at Hershel. “You knew, and you kept it from us.”

“I didn't know.” Hershel finally stuttered. “Shane! They didn’t know!” I ran in front of him, planting my hands on his chest trying to push him back. Shane gripped my hands with his own and threw them aside, pushing me out of the way.

“That's bullshit. I think y'all knew.” “We didn't know!” Maggie defended her family. “Why was she there?!” He asked. “Your - Otis put those people in the barn. Maybe he found her and put her in there before he was killed.” Hershel explained, stopping at the steps.

“You expect me to believe that? What, what do I - Do I look like an idiot to you?” Shane asked.

“Shane, hey hey hey.” Rick put his hand against his chest and stood between Shane and Hershel. “I don't care what you believe!” Hershel stated, pointing towards Shane. “Everybody just calm down.” Rick had tried to calmly push Shane back, Separating him from Hershel. 

Hershel stood forward and glared at Shane. “Get him off my land!”

“Please. No.” Rick tried to reason.

Shane taken a step forward, to get closer to Hershel.

“Let me tell you something man.” He reached out to grab him.

Rick had tried to separate the two.

“Hey!” Maggie called out as her hand collided with Shanes face, causing him to take a step back, Glenn intervening as soon as she got involved.

“Don't touch him! Haven't you done enough?” She sneered, turning and making her way to the door, Hershel following.

As Hershel stood by the door, he turned to us all. “I mean it… off my land.” He spoke, nodding as he went inside after his girls. Glenn shook his head and entered the house after the Greene’s.

We all stood in silence, Rick staring at Shane, who’d apparently taken to looking elsewhere. 

“What are you doing? Hey, what are you doing?” Rick asked as he walked closer to Shane, who was now staring at me. “Daryl almost died looking for her, Rick. Any one of us could have. I'm gonna tell you right now.. that son of a bitch, he knew.” He looked towards the house and pointed. “He didn't know. He's not like that. He opened his home to us.” Rick gestured. Shane shook his head and started to pace. “Put us all in danger. Man, he kept a barn full of walkers!” he argued, getting more and more worked up. “So you just start an insurrection, hand out guns and massacre his family?” Rick responded. “His family's dead, Rick.” Shane nodded. “Well, he doesn't believe that. He thinks you just murdered them in cold blood.” “His family’s dead, ours ain’t. He put Lori, your boy, my sister and this whole damn camp in danger. So, no man, I don't care what he thinks.” Shane shook his head.

Both men took a step forward and started to get louder as the spoke.

“I was handling it, brother. I was handling it and you just-“ “You had us out in those woods looking for a little girl that every single one of us knew was dead!” Shane yelled over the top of Rick. “That's what you did. Rick, you're just as delusional as that guy.” He snorted. “You are handling it, huh?” He stormed towards me, grabbing my arm. “Let’s go.” He spat, dragging me towards the group.

Shane had pulled me back down to the barn, to the rest of our group. Throwing my arm down after passing through the gate. Andrea had covered Sophia up, kneeling next to the blanket that she had put there. T-dog was pacing through and watching over the dead. Lori had been sitting next to Carl, not having moved since the massacre occurred. She motioned for me to sit with them, so I did. I took my place on the floor next to Carl. “Hey buddy.” I softly called, pushing the hair from his face. “I thought I'd find her.” He whispered to us both. Lori and I both shared a look before she spoke up. “We all did.” She nodded her head at her son.

“I mean me.. that I'd be the one. Like maybe she was hiding somewhere in a cave or a tree.” He paused, looking between Lori and I.  “She'd be safe and I'd find her and bring her back. He did the right thing, shooting her like that. I would've done it too.” He finished Lori sat in silence, just staring at her son. I opened my mouth, my brain blocking any response I could’ve mustered. “Dale?” Lori softly called out, gaining the elder man’s attention.

“Yeah?”

“Could you take Carl up to the house?” She asked, pausing, looking at her son, softly grabbing his head turning him to look at her. “I want you to rest.” She finished.

“Okay.” Carl nodded, getting himself off of the ground.

I watched as Dale and Carl walked toward the house, Rick walking toward the pair with Carls hat, sitting it on his sons head as they passed one another. Lori stood first, reaching down to help me up, which I gladly took. Rick was looking around, as we all stood silently. T-dog was the first to speak. “You want us to start burying?”

“We need a service. Carol would want that.” Andrea looked between us all.

“Yeah, we all want that.” T-dog agreed. The group stayed silent for a moment.

“Let’s, let's dig a grave for Sophia, Annette and Shawn.” Lori starter to speak, looking between myself, her husband, Shane, Andrea, T-dog and Jimmy. “Over by those trees. And we'll need a truck to move the bodies.” She nodded, motioning towards the trees. “I’ll get the keys.” Jimmy sighed, stepping forward, only to be stopped by Shane.

“No no. I got the truck.” Shane stalked away.

“And the others? That's a lot of digging.” Jimmy motioned to the bodies piled around us.

“We bury the ones we love and burn the rest.” Andrea explained. “It’s what we have do.” I nodded as he looked at me.

“Lets get to work.” Lori sighed stepping forward, softly grabbing her husbands arm and leading him away to talk.

I followed Andrea into the barn, placing my left hand over my mouth as the smell got stronger. “Oh god.” Andrea coughed, signalling that it wasn’t only affecting me. “They were feeding them.” I shook my head, looking around, bloody chicken feathers thrown about. “This is messed up.” Andrea sighed, as she turned a corner. “It is.. This whole situation is.” I sighed. “He did the right thing.” Her voice cut me out of my thoughts. “Who?” “Shane.” She spoke, looking over to me.

I scoffed.

“You’re kidding right?” “No. He did the right thing. There was a threat. He took care of it.” She shrugged. “It wasn’t his decision to make.” I shook my head. “He saved us.” “He is the one that put us in danger, what he did was stupid. Not only was it stupid, it was incredibly out of line.” I paused, glaring at her. “He put that family through hell today. He put Carol through hell!” I continued. “He didn’t know that she was in there!” She argued. “I know that! But my brother doesn’t think.” I paused again. “Shane doesn’t think about anything, he doesn’t think about the consequences of his actions, even if they affect us all.” “He is your brother.” “And? Just because he is my brother, I am expected to see things the way he does?” “No-“ “I know Shane a hell of a lot better than you do Andrea. He only wants what is good for him.” “You need to realise that before he hurts you.” I spoke softly, patting her shoulder and walking away in search of anything that could be useful. Andrea had looked down, my words sinking into her brain. I heard something in the smaller stall next to haystack.

Going against my better judgement, I took a step closer to the dusty stall, the wooden panels bloody. To the left of me there was an old barrel with a dusty pritchel, I reached over and took it into my hand. I looked over the railing, to see a walker laying on its back, its arms reaching out and lazily falling again.

The walker had been ripped apart by the other walkers, the only leftovers being its deteriorated ribcage, chest, arms and its head. Being this close to it had awoken its instincts as it slowly started to move its arms more, and the snarling began. I moved over to where the walker had been propped up and leant over the divider, forcing the pritchel into its skull, its arms dropping instantly. “Are you good?” Andrea called out.

“Yeah. There was a walker.” I looked over to her, her brow furrowed. She made her way over, the dirt and straw crunching beneath her shoes. Andrea stopped next to me and looked over the wall and her nose scrunched up. “They’re eating each other now?” “Must be.” I paused, looking up to meet her eye. “Its the survival of the fittest.” I continued. We both looked down at the walker, I reached down and pulled the pritchel out of its skull, dark blood squirting from the cavity it was embedded into. “Lets go back out, take him with us.” She nodded down to him, moving to do another search. “I’ve got him.” I made my way to the small gate and attempted to open it, the gate not moving, I looked over to a pile of crates that had fallen from the rafters above blocking the gate. I walked back over to where I had leant over, standing on the wooden railing and swung my leg over, jumping into the stall. I moved my hands and placed them under the walkers arms, bending down and heaving it up. Despite being only partially a body, head and arms, he was heavier than expected. I pushed the walker over the top of the divider and was met by Andrea with her arms crossed over her chest as it landed in front of her. “What?” “You could’ve dragged it out of there.” She nodded to the gate, her hands falling to her sides with two blankets, “If only it wasn’t blocked.” I sarcastically muttered, climbing back out of the stall. I reached down and grabbed the walkers wrist and dragged it behind me as I exited the barn. “What happened in there?” Shane asked as he slammed the truck door shut. “Found this chewed up walker inside. He was harmless.” I joked with a slight chuckle, dropping its arm as soon as it was on the edge of the body pile. He stormed over and roughly grabbed my arm, making everyone stop and look at us. “This ain’t a damn joke.” He sneered. “You must be plain stupid to be laughing about that, what if it bit you?” “Shane-“ Andrea tried to speak. “Shut up. I’m talking to (Y/n).” “Im fine. It. Was. Barely. Alive.” I spat each word at him. “Shane, she killed it.” Andrea placed her hand on his shoulder to have him shrug it off. “Go get the shovels.” He growled at me as he threw my arm down. “Sure thing.” I stood chest to chest with him, matching his glare. Shane looked away first, moving to the back of the truck. I looked at Andrea whose face had a look of hurt, as she watched Shane, slam the tray door of the truck down and start to move our loved ones into it.

I turned and made my way to the house, my eyes making contact with Lori’s and Rick’s, both of them looking worriedly at me. I slowed down and stopped by them. “What?” I asked softly. “Are you okay?” Rick asked, taking a step forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, I’m cool.” I smiled softly. “What was that down there?” Lori asked, looking past me at Shane. “Wish I knew.” I shrugged, moving to go get the shovels. “I’ll come with you!” Lori called.I met everyone at the agreed burial grounds with the shovels, Shane and Andrea coming over with the truck and the loved ones we were to bury.

I met everyone at the agreed burial grounds with the shovels, Shane and Andrea coming over with the truck and the loved ones we were to bury.

I met everyone at the agreed burial grounds with the shovels, Shane and Andrea coming over with the truck and the loved ones we were to bury. Shane snatched two shovels and gave one to Andrea, the two of them started to dig the one hole. I handed one to Jimmy and started to dig my own hole. “Hey, hey, hey. Give me that there shovel.” I looked up to be met with T-dog’s brown eyes. “Oh no, T. It’s fine.” “No, I’ll do it.” He smiled. “Honestly, T, I can do this.” “Oh I have no doubt in my mind that you can do this.” He paused. “Im not doing this for you. Im doing this for me. You see, I gotta stay in shape.” He flexed joking.

I shook my head and chuckled. “Oh, well. If that’s the case, I’d better let you do this.” I rolled my eyes handing him the shovel. “You won’t regret this.” He smiled, starting to dig. I looked over and saw Lori watching the farm house. I quietly walked over and stood next to her. “Are you okay?” “Yeah.” Lori sighed. “Do you think- Could you?” “Go and let them know that we’re burying their loved ones for them?” “Please?” She nodded. “I would, but I know that Maggie likes you.” She softly joked. “I mean, I am a pretty cool person.” I shrugged with a small laugh. “Ill go and see if they’ll come out.” I smiled, making the trek to the house.

As I got closer to the house, the more anxious I began to feel. I stopped at the bottom of the staircase and looked down at my hands, that had began to softly shake.

Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and tried to level out my breathing. I opened my eyes and walked to the door, softly knocking. I waited a few moments and placed my hand onto the door knob, gently pulling the door towards me, and looked up to see Patricia making her way to the door. “Hey.” I softly smiled. “Could I come in?” I asked. She nodded her head and led me to the living room, Maggie sitting with Glenn, Beth next to her father and Patricia standing behind Hershel and Beth. Hershel looked up from Beth and watched me intently. “You welcomed us to your property, and treated us with nothing but kindness, and for that I thank you. I am so sorry about Shane, what he did today was beyond out of line and I am disgusted.”  I paused, looking around the room, my cheeks becoming wet from tears, that I unwillingly shed. “I just wanted to talk to you about a burial. We found a nice little area, where we are digging graves for our loved ones, Annette, Shawn and little Sophia.” “We will be there.” Hershel spoke quickly, standing and vacating the room. Maggie nodded, as did Patricia, Beth sat staring ahead. “Im sorry.” I sighed, turning and walking towards the door to leave.

Once I made it on the porch I sat on the step and wiped my face, the light breeze tickling my cheeks.

I heard the door open and footsteps approaching me, stopping as they reached the steps, taking a seat next to me. “Thank you.” “You have nothing to thank me for.” I chuckled softly, turning to look at Maggie. “For coming, telling us about the burials, and apologising even though it wasn’t your fault.” “I know, I jus-“ “If you apologise for him again, im going to hit you.” She laughed softly, pulling me into a small side hug.

After an hour or so of digging, Lori looked over to the house and signalled that it was now time. We all respectively made our way to our funeral and watched as Andrea, Shane and T-dog put the bodies into the graves, and began to fill them with dirt.

Jimmy took his place by Beth, his arm wrapped gently around her as Maggie stood on the other side of her, next to her father. Hershel had made it clear to Maggie that she was to stand with her own people, not with the group who’d done nothing but ruin their lives. Carol had refused to leave the RV, ignoring everyone, other than a conversation with Lori and Daryl, that hadn’t been all that pleasant. I stood with Daryl, my arm wrapped around his as we stood by the graves in silence, Glenn, Andrea, T-dog and Dale stood in a small group, Rick slightly ahead of his little family, Shane in the back.

Shane had been the first person to retreat, the others slowly falling back as they left the graves. Daryl had looked down at me, and I moved my head to meet his eye, sadly smiling at him, making him nod his head gently, dropping my arm as he walked off. I sighed softly, making my way over to where the others were starting to pile the corpses into the truck. I bent down and grabbed one of the walkers under its arms, starting to drag it to the truck. The dead weight quickly becoming easier to lift. “Come on.” T-dog grunted softly, carrying it by its ankles. “I got it.” I smiled. “Nah, we got it.” He chuckled in response as we loaded it into the back. Andrea and Rick had also started to move the walkers. We all loaded up the truck, and wiped the sweat from our brows in the small breaks between. Andrea and T-dog picked up another corpse and carried it to the truck, heaving it into the back. “A few more trips.” Rick nodded to the left over bodies laying around.

“We got lucky. If that barn had any more, we could've been overrun.” Andrea noted.

“Good thing Shane did what he did when he did.” T-dog grunted.

“You can't tell me this was right.” Dale shook his head dumbfounded at T.

“It wasn't. It'll cost us with Hershel.” Rick was quick to answer.

“He's grieving. He'll come around, see we had no choice. Look, I shot too. This wasn't all Shane.” Andrea tried to argue once more for Shane.

“Look, I got no qualms about it. Walkers in my backyard? Hm-mmm.” T-dog shook his head.

“I’m not saying that we shouldn't have taken care of the problem, but creating a panic?!” Dale asked, looking between us all. “We could’ve handled it differently.” I nodded.

“There's no point arguing about it. It's done. There's nothing we can do about it.” Lori spoke looking between everyone. “Better get moving.” T-dog called out, getting into the drivers seat of the truck, the door closing with a slam. Lori took a step towards Dale and rested her hand on his shoulder briefly before passing.

The truck started and Andrea jumped onto the open tray, the two driving off to dump the bodies for burning. I made my way to the house, making a mental note to talk to Maggie. As I softly pulled the screen door open, I heard a series of clutters and breaking glass, and a heavy thud followed by A concerned Maggie. I swung the door open and ran inside to see Maggie kneeling next to Beth who was lying on the kitchen floor, Glenn standing by. I moved forward and carefully knelt next to Maggie. I reached out and checked Beths arms, my first thoughts being that of this morning when her mother had reanimated for a second time and attacked her. “What are you doing?” Maggie choked out. “Looking for a mark.” I replied, checking her scalp too. “Oh god.” She softly cried.

There wasn’t any mark on her torso, so I looked at Maggie and smiled softly. “Glenn, help me move her please.” I sighed, pushing Maggie away and hoisting her onto my left shoulder, Glenn quickly rushing to throw her arm over his right shoulder. “Her room is this way.” Maggie wiped her eyes and led us upstairs. Maggie pushed the dark door open, and stepped into the room. Watching as we gently put her onto the bed. “Im going to look for Hershel.” Glenn spoke, quickly leaving the room. “Thank you. For helping her.” “Maggie-“ “No, let me say this.” She sighed. “I, I didn’t think to check for a bite or a scratch. I was too lost in the moment.” She shook her head. “Maggie, it’s not your fault. She will be okay.”

We could hear Glenn’s heavy shoes hit the ground as he ran through the house on both floors, coming back to the room panting, shaking his head. “He isn’t here.” He mumbled, moving over to the window by the bed. Maggie instantly knelt on the bed next to her sister and softly moving her hair back. “Sweetie? Can you hear me?”

More footsteps sounded through the house and Lori stood in the door way. Maggie looked up and met Lori’s worried eyes. “Whats wrong with her?” Maggie desperately asked Lori. “She might be in shock. Where's Hershel?” She asked. “We can't find him anywhere.” Glenn shrugged looking at her, she turned on her heel and left. Lori had left to get Rick, and Shane who’d apparently been talking when she ran out to him. “Could you stay with her a minute?” Maggie asked as she looked at Beth. “Of course.” I nodded, a soft smile on my lips.

Maggie nodded, and left the room, Glenn following her as they left to speak with Rick. I looked over to Beth, who’d been in the same position since we’d carried her to her bed. I walked into the bathroom and wet a washcloth, walking back out and sitting onto the edge of the bed, softly dabbing the cloth to her forehead. “Im here for you sweetie.” I whispered as I continued to dab her forehead with the cloth. Beth had lost a little bit of the colour from her face, her neck covered in drops of sweat. I could hear Lori and Rick arguing in the hall about If him leaving was a good idea for the group or not. Maggie walked in and took the cloth from me. “Thank you.” “Anytime, im here.” I smiled as she sat on the seat near the bed. “(Y/n), can you help me for a bit?” Lori poked her head into the room and softly smiled. “Of course. Maggie, i’ll see you later.” I smiled. I met with Lori downstairs, she sat with her head in her hands on the double seater lounge. “Hey..” I softly spoke, Lori’s attention quickly landing to me. “Hey.” She nodded standing up. “What’s happening?” “Hershel has lost it. He just left.” She shook her head. “Can you blame him?” Lori opened her mouth and went to argue before I cut her off. “Don’t get me wrong Lori. He shouldn’t have left, he should’ve stayed with his family, but I can’t blame him. He watched our people, OUR people gun his family down. Albeit they weren’t his family anymore.” “They are going after him. To some bar in town.” “Who is?” “Rick and Glenn.” “And you’re worried..” “I am. The last time that my husband went on a rescue mission it was for nothing and we lost our people.” “It’s natural Lori, but you and I both know for a fact that Rick will come home to you. He knows that it’s you, Carl and the baby now. He wouldn’t do this if he didn’t think he would come back.”

Lori sighed, nodding her head. Rick, Glenn and Maggie all made their way down stairs.

Lori stood and glanced over to her husband who had opened his arms for her, which she accepted and strode over to his embrace.

I left the couples as they said goodbye to their partners.

I found myself searching the camp for Carol. Rick and Glenn had already left, and Lori was with her son. Daryl hadn’t come back from his walk and Andrea was still disposing of walkers with T. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement near the barn. I slowly walked closer only to see Shane kneeling in front of Carol by the water pump. I stopped under the shade of the tree and leant against the rough bark. I continued to watch from afar as he dipped his hands into the small water dish that was connected to the pump, before washing her arms down with said water. Shane continued to wash her for a couple of minutes before standing, reaching out to her and helping her stand. Carol walked away and headed for the hill. Taking a breath I walked down to where Shane stood, watching Carol retreat. Shanes hand instinctively reached for his gun that he kept tucked into the back of his pants as he turned, dropping his demeanour after realising there was no threat. “Is Carol okay?” I asked, stopping a metre away from him. Shane nodded in response, taking a step forward, sighing when he noticed my step back. “I apologised to her.” “She isn’t the only one who deserves an apology.” “What are you talking about?” He shook his head. “Hershel, his family.” “Oh come on, not you too.” He scoffed. “No, Shane-“ “You know what, everyone thinks that I’m some coldhearted son of a bitch.” “Shane-“ “No, just listen.” He cut me off, his hand in the air. “I did what I had to do to protect this group, to protect our family, to protect you. I was trying to keep everyone safe, while Rick was out there playing catch the walker with Hershel.” He defended himself. “I had no idea that little girl was in there. If I did-“ he paused, shaking his head. “I know that you think you did the right thing, and im sure that to you it was the right thing. But you need to think about Hershel and what affect that this has had on him.” “Yeah, how it affects him.” He scoffed. “He thought he was going to get his wife back, he thought that he was going to get his step-son back. And it was ripped away from him.” “He was delusional, it wasn’t ever gonna happen.” “He had hope-“ “And look where that got him!” He yelled, gesturing to the house. “Shane, what you did-“ “I did what needed to be done to ensure the safety of the group. I will NOT apologise for that.” He shook his head, leaving hastily.

Kicking the dirt beneath my shoes, I lean my head back and covering my eyes with my hands. I sighed and began to walk back to the house. “(Y/n)!” I looked over to see Lori making her way towards me. “Lori, what’s up?” “Can you talk to Daryl?” “What about?” “Just go talk to him.” “I would, but I-“ “He is at the old cottage near the windmill.” “The run down one?” “Yeah. I just spoke to him. I think he needs you.” She spoke, quickly evading my questions and running into the house. I shook my head and grabbed the water bottle from my tent, making my way out to the old cottage. The walk took all but ten minutes, until the ruins of the old stone cottage came into view. Daryl was sitting against the wall of the cottage, sharpening points onto sticks. He looked up at the ground crunched under my steps, his gaze following me as I got closer. “Hey.” I smiled softly, extending my arm with the water bottle toward him. He reached out and took the bottle, twisting the top off and bringing it to his lips, some water leaking from the bottle and running down his chin. My heart started to beat the slightest bit faster, watching as the water drips from his chin down to his chest through the open V-neck of his shirt. I didn’t notice when Daryl removed the bottle from his lips. “Are ya’ okay?” “Hmm?” I asked looking up to meet his gaze. “Are ya’ okay?” He asked again. My cheeks became warm with embarrassment as he looked me over, handing the bottle back to me. “No, you keep it with you.” I smiled. “What are ya’ doing ‘ere?” He asked. “Lori said you needed me.” “That bitch.” He shook his head. “What? What happened?” “She wants me to go lookin’ for her bitch, another rescue mission. I told her no.” “What rescue mission?” “Somethin’ ‘bout goin’ into town. Bringing back Hershel and Rick.” I scoffed shaking my head. “You’re joking right?” I asked. “Bitch had the nerve to call me selfish.” My blood began to boil as soon as those words left his mouth. “Selfish?” I asked. “Selfish?” I asked again, absolutely dumbfounded by what Lori done.

Shaking my head I stormed off, Daryl quickly catching up, stopping infant of me. “What do ya’ think ya’ doing?” “I need to have a few words with Lori.” I sneered.  I go to leave, only for Daryl to pull my back into his chest, his breath softly hitting the nape of my neck. “Don’t waste ya’ breath on her.” “No Daryl, this isn’t okay!” I shook his hold from me, turning to look at him. “Who does she think she is? Acting like you’re disposable?” I scoff. He stayed quiet, watching my every move as I paced in front of him.

“I mean, I get it, she is worried about Rick. But she doesn’t need to drag you into this!” “She says you’re selfish, you are anything but selfish, you went out and searched for Sophia everyday, even when others couldn’t! And she thinks sending you after-“ -18+ Below- Daryl cut me off by pressing his lips roughly against mine, his hands sneaking their way into my hair. My hands gently reached up and rested onto his cheeks. Daryl slowly began to walk with me, my back pressing against the rough stone wall of the cottage. My back arched as he ran his hands down my sides, reaching behind to grab my ass, grinding his hips into mine. He let out a low moan against my lips, pulling away and grabbing the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the ground by our side.

My hands found the front of his vest and I began to unbutton it hastily as Daryl pressed his lips against my collar bone. I let out a soft moan as his lips sucked on my neck, Daryl pulling back, shedding himself of his vest, his hands moving to my back, unclasping my bra, letting it fall down my arms and to the ground. I leant into Daryls embrace as our lips once again connected, his bare chest against mine as his left hand reaches up and grabs my breast, his thumb rubbing over my sensitive nipple.

I whined softly as he moved his hands down to my hipbone, unbuttoning my jeans, sliding his right hadn’t into my underwear, his left on my waist holding me steady. “Look at ya’. Already a mess.” He smirked as his fingers teased my wet folds, inserting two fingers. I leant my head back and rested it against the wall as he slowly started to draw circles around my clit, each touch of his fingers sending a rush of heat to my core. I could feel Daryl’s hard length against my inner thigh, reaching down I move my hand into his jeans, softly stroking him. Daryl let out a moan at my touch, his lips moved down to my chest, softly sucking on the skin.

“I can’t wait, need ya’.” Daryl muttered against my skin.

I could feel Daryl move his hand out of my pants, quickly tugging at the hem, pulling my jeans off of my hips, watching them pool to the ground, along with my underwear. I gently removed my hand from him as he moved away slightly, pushing his own jeans down. His hands landed on my hips as he leant down and hooked my thighs over his waist, his arm over my head leaning against the wall. He moved his hand between my legs, rubbing his glistening head against my folds, causing my spine to shiver. His teeth brushed over my jaw and I whined as I felt my core clench around nothing as he teased me. “Are ya’ ready?” He asked against my jaw. I could only nod in response. Daryl lined himself up with my entrance and slowly pushed in, I dug my nails into his biceps as he slid further into me, letting out a low moan as I stretched around him. My back arched, pushing my chest further into his, consumed with the feeling of his cock inside of me. His cock dragged against my walls in slow strokes, leaving me feeling empty before filling me once more. My pussy clenching around him as he moved his hips into mine.

The sound of skin meeting skin, the grunts and moans from Daryl as he thrusted, sending waves of pleasure to my core.

“Daryl-“ I moaned, locking my heels together behind his back, pulling him closer with each thrust. “Ya’ feel so good, Always so tight.” He grunts, kissing behind my ear. The pressure in my stomach building more and more with every movement of my hips meeting his thrusts. Daryl started to pick up his pace, his hips now snapping up to meet mine as he snaked his hand down to my pussy, his thumb flicking against my bundle of nerves, eliciting a shriek from my lips. He smirked as he looked at me through his lashes, each hard thrust knocking the air out of my lungs. He pounds into me harder, his mouth attacking mine, his tongue entering my mouth as we both fight for dominance, a battle that is quickly won by him. The force of his thrusts pushing me further into the wall, surely leaving marks on my skin. The tension in my core was at boiling point, I closed my eyes as black dots began to cloud my vision, gasping as my chest heavily rose. Daryl groans as he looked down, watching as the base of his cock disappeared within my mound as he moved against me, his cock hitting the right spot. “Oh god..” I moaned, resting my head against his shoulder, I could feel his smirk as he hit the same spot repeatedly. “I got ya’ baby.” He panted, my orgasm close to erupting. He angled his hips slightly as he pulled out, thrusting hard into me, the coil snapping within as I pulled him closer by the neck, crashing my lips against his, moaning into his mouth. Daryl kept pushing further into me as I rode out my orgasm, gushing around him as he chased his own release. I look up at him through my lashes, pushing my hips to meet his own, my bottom lip between my teeth. “Ya’ perfect.” He muttered, delivering some harsh thrusts into me. His thrusts became sloppy as he bottomed out, resting his head against my shoulder, moaning as his orgasm hits, his cum coating my walls. His cock now soft, still buried in me, we stay in the same position, trying to catch out breath, he pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “I love you.” “I love ya’ too.” He mumbled, gently placing me down, his cock slipping out of me. We cleaned ourselves up and re-dressed. -End of 18+- The sun was descending over the paddock, illuminating the windmill. I reached down and grabbed Daryls hand, softly pulling him to follow me. “What?” “Lets go, get some dinner.” I smiled. Daryl let go of my hand and stalked back to the cottage, picking up his crossbow, putting it over his shoulder he walked back to me and took my hand, leading the way back to camp.

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