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Opening up requests for any member of Def Leppard x Reader. Just send me an ask and I’ll try and get it done as soon as possible 💖💖

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[rockinnrollin]

I Want a Baby

Not a request, but due to Sav’s recent adorable instagram post this idea popped into my head. 

Wanings: Until the smut, just some cute fluff, maybe a couple swears but after the line, SMUT WARNING, breeding kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, hickeys, more sweaing, so on so forth. 

Word Count: 1,549 (shes a big one)

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You were spending a quiet Sunday afternoon lounging around with Sav when you got the call to officially say you could come see Joe, Kristine and their newborn baby.

When you and Sav first got together, the question of kids was answered pretty soon, and the answer was “No”. With both of you agreeing that Sav’s 3 kids were all you both needed, with Sav also saying “I’m getting too old for babies again.” You didn’t mind, never being one for babies anyway.

On the drive up to Joe’s house, you found yourself thinking about what life would be like if you did have a baby. The thought of baby clothes shopping was enough to make your heart melt, you already felt overwhelmed from getting Joe’s little one some clothes. You turned to see Sav’s face, feeling as if he could read your mind right now. Though you’re certain he can’t, he did have a “Don’t even think about it Y/N” look to him.

You got to Joe’s and even though you weren’t keen on kids, you felt a little excited. It is a new life and one quite close to you when you deep it. Sav had grabbed the little gift bag and followed on behind you as you made your way to Joe’s front door. Before Sav did his usual ‘Walk right in’ as Joe would usually prefer, you held your arm out to stop him.

“We can’t go in if you block me Y/N.” he chuckled.

“I know, but there’s also a baby in there.” you said back to him, voice close to a whisper.

“Alright.” He lightly tapped the door, and a few seconds later, Kristine was stood with a smile.

“Hello! Come in, don’t worry about being quiet, he’s already as loud as Joe!” She said full of energy and joy.

Sav turned around to you and said, “What the fuck is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Kris just had a baby and she’s so, I don’t know, full of life? I thought she would be exhausted!”

“Must just be made for it.” You said before stepping into Joe’s living room.

Just as Kristine said, Joe was sat with their son in his arms and his son was mirroring him with his beautiful, big green eyes. He even matched the full energy Joe seemed to have at all times, despite him being a newborn baby.

“God he’s your double Joe.” Sav said to his best mate while seemingly shaking hands with the baby.

“He is isn’t he? Shame, I carried him around for 9 whole months just for him to look like Joe.” Kristine said jokingly.

“That’s plenty from the pair of you.” Joe said.

“Am I alright to hold him?” Sav asked.

“Of course.”

The second Joe handed his son over to Sav, you were at the breaking point.

“Bless his heart, he’s just so adorable, isn’t he Y/N?” Sav said while keeping his finger shaking with baby’s little hand.

“Definitely, good on you both!” You said to Joe and Kristine.

“Do you want to hold him Y/N?” Kristine asked.

“I’ve not really held a baby, I’m afraid i’ll hurt him.” You told her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you.” She proceeded to fold her arms into place and get you to copy her.

“See, you’ve smashed it!”

Sav gently laid him into your arms and suddenly, you felt fine. It felt natural. The second you looked down at the baby, you were past the breaking point, you were so far past it.

In a similar fashion to the way he grabbed Sav’s finger, he reached up for your hair and lightly took a hold of it, almost like he was exploring the feel of it.

“Motherhood looks good on you.” Kristine said to you smiling.

“Don’t give her any ideas now.” Sav said jokingly.

After your few hours with baby Elliott, you and Sav headed back home to continue your lounging until you went to bed. But the whole drive home the thought of having a baby was eating away at you. It’s not like it’s not possible to have one.

You got back to the house and got yourselves comfy on the couch again. While you were partially listening to the TV in the background, you couldn’t get the image of Sav with a baby out of your head. You could feel him nudging your leg with his foot.

“What’s on your mind, love?” He asked, tilting his head to the side a little.

“Ah nothing.” you smiled back at him.

“I know your lying, what’s up?” He moved closer to you.

“Was just thinking about, you know, having a baby.” you said facing your feet.

“Well..”

“What?”

“It’s not.. impossible.” Sav said taking your hand.

You took another look at him and before you knew it he had you lifted up and was carrying you up to your room. 

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He lay you gently on the bed and starting undressing himself.

“Let’s get you a baby then, love.”

You started lifting your own shirt up and unclipping your bra as Sav pulled your leggings off.

“There we go lovey. Gonna get you fucked good yeah? Give my girl a baby.” God he was perfect.

“Please Savvy, fill me up.”

“Ah ah, what’s my name darling?” He said while giving you a light slap to your thigh.

“Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He pulled his boxers down and got himself positioned above you. He leaned down to give you a passionate kiss before moving his hand down your body towards your cunt. He started rubbing at your clit and kissing along your jaw. His fingers were ghosting over your hole, teasing you.

“Fuck, Sav please.”

Another slap to the thigh.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You whimpered.

“Good girl, what do you want my love?” He said, going back to your pussy.

“Fuck, please daddy, fill me.” You begged.

Sav finally gave in and sliped a finger into your cunt.

“Fuck, yes.”

He was working his finger in and out of you at near lightspeed, seemingly desperate to get you ready for his dick.

“How’s that love? You like that?" He said, kissing and nipping down your chest, you were certain he was leaving some hickeys with how hard he was nipping you.

"Feels so good! Please daddy, fuck me, fill me up, get me pregnant please!”

“God you’re such a good girl for daddy aren’t you? Spread those legs wider for me babe.” He said while taking his hand away from you cunt and moving it to his own cock, wanking himself off over the sight of you.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He seemed to slip out of his dominant persona for a second as he looked down at you.

“Thank you daddy.”

“C’mere beautiful.” He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. He started reaching out for a condom, you had to reach out and grab his arm to stop him.

“Oh right, yeah.”

He moved his arm back to your hip and with the other he positioned himself. He slid his cock up and down your wet cunt, preparing to slide into you finally.

“Ready love?” He asked you. All you could do was nod. He finally pushed himself into you and held still for a second.

“Fuck me daddy, I’m ready please!”

“God you’re desprate aren’t you love? Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please daddy, fuck me. Fuck me hard please, wanna have your baby!”

That’s all it took for him to start fucking into you. He kept one hand beside your head, the other playing with your tits. He was thrusting into you like a wild man, seemingly desperate to fill you with his cum. You wrapped your arms behind his neck pulling him down to you, leaving a trail of hickeys down his neck. You could feel his nails digging into you tits, most likely leaving marks and bruises. 

He moved his hand from your tits down to your leg to lift it up over his shoulder. The new postition making Sav hit that spot inside of you. You couldn’t help but moan out louder, dragging your nails down his back which just made him fuck you harder. You could feel yourself tightening on Sav’s dick, so close to the edge.

“Oh fuck, Sav, please. I’m so close!” 

“Yeah? Cum for daddy, that’s a good girl.” 

You were at the breaking point, and couldn’t hold yourself back. You came calling out for Sav, scraping your nails down his back, kissing him inbetween you moans. This all must’ve pushed him over the edge too as you could feel his thrusts falling out of rythym, then feeling him finish inside you. 

“There w go my love.” He said, gently pulling out of you and kissing you forehead while doing so. “Such a good girl.” 

You smiled up at him and watched him leave for a moment, away to get a towel to sort you both out. 

As he was in the cupboard looking for a towel, the phone went. 

“Hello?” 

“Did you do it?” Joe asked, Sav could hear his smile through the phone. 

“Do what?” Sav said.

“Fuck her?” 

“Joe, what?” 

“How stupid do you think I am? ‘I’m too old for another baby’ my arse!” He laughed. 

“Well, how do you know?”

“The look she gave you. I expect to be the favourite Uncle of this new child too, you hear me Savage?” 

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[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

ok again I clearly cannot read, so yeah it doesn't have to be a crackfic sjfkdjhk (tbh I thought that just meant funny, so make it funny ig? like a comedy fic then, The Hangover style)

Disclaimer: Ami sent me 2 asks before this before she finally got the hang of how she was supposed to submit LOL

Prompt: you show one of the guys your hometown- but your hometown is notorious for having the worst quality roads. (non era-specific)

Words: 405

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"Christ-! Be careful!" Sav ordered when you hit another deep bump in the road, "You're gonna make me spill this!"

"How many times do I have to tell you, I am being careful!" you barked back, not tearing your focus from driving, "You can't say I didn't warn you!"

And warn him, you had. You were both fortunate enough to be in the area of your hometown while also having down time from touring. A bonus: Sav had stayed true to his word when he said he wanted to spend this down time having you show him around where you grew up. It was just a short little day trip, and you'd prefaced him earlier that day with a bit of background info of the area. But, there was one thing you told him that he didn't take seriously.

"When you said the roads were 'bad', I didn't think you meant that every five seconds there was a bloody- ah!" he yelped and placed a hand over the top of his filled cup when the car unexpectedly bobbed again.

You laughed at him evilly, "Oh, so you underestimated how much I was stressing the 'bad'? Darling, it was a bad day not to get a lid on that soda."

"Yeah I- I see that now."

"Now imagine riding the school bus on these roads," you quipped.

"Bloody hell, I'd be sick..." he rolled his eyes.

"Ever wonder why I've got the strongest stomach out of all of us? It's cos' I've been conditioned. Watch, I'll even go slow-"

Pressing on the brake, the car began to bobble and wobble less forcefully, but deeper into the potholes.

"-and it's somehow worse."

"I've seen a lot of roads..." Sav began, observing the approaching track before you both with a nod, "...but this might actually be the worst."

"Told you so, now hang on tight, we only have so much time-"

Hitting the gas again, you sped up to let the car bump and thump as it was before.

"Ah! Y/n-" Sav objected, "You're forgetting I have a-"

Just then, you hit another big bump. The liquid in Sav's cup flew upwards just enough that some of it splashed down onto his lap when it landed.

"-drink!" he sighed, but couldn't help but laugh at himself as he hung his head.

"Told you, sweetheart," you laughed out loud with him, "Bad day not to get a lid."

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[i-love-def-leppard]

Welcome Home (Def Leppard x Reader)

A/N: Hi everyone!! This is my first time ever writing something, let alone a fan-fiction so I’m a little nervous posting this. I am open to constructive criticism to improve my writing, which I promise will get better as time goes on. That being said, I hope you all enjoy my first story ever [EEEEKKKK]!!

🫶🏻 i-love-def-leppard

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Dublin 1981 - Me and My Wine house

I walked up the rain stained steps of my home, thinking about how glad I was to finally be here after a long day of work.

Managing the local record store is something I am very grateful for. However, just like any other type of work environment, a few rude customers can quite literally turn my day to shit.

Quickly pushing my negative thoughts away, I step into the main entrance of my happy place as my nose becomes overwhelmed by the smell of someone cooking.

“Boooyyysss!! I’m homeee!!”

Immediately as those words leave my mouth, I become trampled by the one and only, Joe Elliott, running his way out the kitchen with pasta sauce stains on his shirt.

“Y/N, love! GOSH! The lord knows how much I’ve missed you and your precious face all day!”

He says as he releases his hands from my face while going in for a hug, never forgetting to leave a sloppy kiss on my cheek.

Suddenly raising his eyebrows with a smirk plastered on his adorable face, he says,

“Are you wearing what I think you’re wearin?!”

Quickly remembering that I’m wearing my cropped, v-neck, red Leppard tank top (paired with dark blue flare jeans and one of the boys leather jackets), I blush at his wandering eyes and proud facial expression.

“Well, duh Joe, of course!”

I say playfully shoving his chest.

“I’m very proud of you boys and how far you’ve all come with the band. Of course I’m gonna show you lot off any chance I get.”

“You are too good to us, love.” a new voice says from around the corner.

“Sav!!”

You exclaim, making your way around Joe’s figure to enter the curly haired bassist’s open arms.

Pulling away slowly from the embrace, Sav says,

“Nice outfit, Y/N/N.”

He smirks as his eyes trail down your form.

Leaving you blushing as always, he gives you no time to respond as he says,

“Anyone give you problems at the store today? Cause if they did, I swear on all things holy, I’ll-”

Sav’s words were suddenly cut off by two pairs of loud footsteps making their way down the stairs.

“I CALL DIBS ON HUGGING HER FIRST” yells Phil to his terror twin.

“Not if I get to her first, SLOW POKE!” Steve replies.

“I’m not slow Steve! I can beat you all day in a swimming race!” a furious Phil throws back.

“Yeah, alright merman. We all know you have some weird obsession with the water. Now knock it off in front of the lady.”

Steve says as he swiftly walks away from Phil pouting at the bottom of the stairs.

Laughing, you approach the taller blonde guitarist.

“Hi Steve. I’ve missed you.”

You say as you are engulfed in yet another Leppard hug.

His smell of cigarettes and signature cologne always gave you a comfort like no other.

“Apologies for Mr. Grumpy-pants, love” pointing at Phil.

“Now, I’d keep you in a hug all day if I could, but I’d upset blondie over there if I didn’t share you at least a little.”

Steve adds as he reluctantly removes his hands from around your waist.

“C’mere Phil” you look to him as you initiate a hug, giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek.

Instantly forgetting his small battle with Steve, a now relieved Phil whispers in your ear.

“Thank god your home. I’ve had to deal with them all day.”

Giggling at his words you see a sudden idea appear on his face.

“Y/N. Why don’t you take a break at that record store and let us take care of you. Come with us on our next tour, for the whole thing!”

“Then this way, we could see you all the time!”

“Phil, I’m only gone a few hours a day during the week haha” you reply.

“Just think about it, okay.” Phil slightly begs.

“Alright I will. And Phil, you’re sweet. You know I’d love that more than anything, but I’ve gotta contribute somehow” you reply.

“Aye! I know a way she can contrib-” Joe says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Oh shut it Joe” says Rick as he finally makes an appearance.

“I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to-” joins in Sav.

Rick is quick to slap Sav on the arm, while the rest of the group, including you, giggle at their dirty remarks.

Rick’s always been very protective of you, which you loved.

It’s no secret that the boys were all attracted to you in one way or another, and you to them.

Their constant flirtatious behavior was nothing new to you and you secretly loved it. They all knew that.

Pulling Rick in for the final hug, you can’t help but realize how grateful you are for your boys.

Snapping you out of your appreciative daydream, you feel Joe grab your hand.

You are suddenly being pulled out of Rick’s arms, into the direction of the kitchen.

“C’mon love. Into the kitchen we go!” Joe says.

“I’ve made dinner!” he grins.

“Ughhh” everyone in the room groans.

“We left him unsupervised for 30 minutes and he manages to sneak himself into the kitchen. Unbelievable.” a nervous Rick replies.

Shaking my head at their silliness, I can’t help but be forever grateful for getting to come home to this everyday.

My boys.

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THE END!!!! Thank you for reading🩷🩷

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[littlemissheavenonearth]

The Dancer and the Rockstar Pt. 2 {Joe Elliott x reader}

Part 2!!! I really hope y'all like this!!!!

Y/N was dancing yet again, it’s like she’s got nothing else to do. Every time she dances, she imagines that her best friend is watching her. 

“I wish you were here.” She whispered. She wanted to dance with him, just like she used to. They would dance together, he would sing to her, but he never acknowledged the fact that he could sing. 

She met the boy in September of 1964, in kindergarten. It was a casual day, they were learning about numbers. Their teacher told them that they had to have a partner for this, “Y/N, you will be paired with him.” Her kindergarten teacher said, pointing to the boy. The dancer nodded and went to sit next to him.

“What’s your name?” The boy turned to her and asked.

“I’m Y/N! What’s your name?” The girl asked.

“Joe!” The little Joe responded, “What’s your favorite thing to do?”

“Dance,” Y/N giggled. “You?”

“Music!!” Yeah, ever since he was a little boy, that's what he wanted to do, music. 

Later that day, the girl decided to show Lia some of the pictures. Y/N looked at the very first picture that was ever taken of the two of them, Joe was hugging her and she was smiling from ear to ear. 

“This was taken, I think, early October of 1964.” The dancer explained. 

“You two are adorable,” Lia smiled.

“And this one,” The girl picked up another photo, “Was a picture of our first playdate a little while later.” 

“What did you gusy do during the playdates?” Lia asked.

“Well, I’d dance to a rock song and he’d sing along or do air guitar. That’s mostly what we did.”

“Do you have any recent photos?” 

“Yeah,” Y/N dug through the pile of pictures, “This was the very last picture taken of the two of us together in fifth grade.”

“Wait, can I see the photo for a moment?” 

“Yeah, sure, why?” 

Lia studied the photo closely, “I think I know your best friend. What’s his full name?”

“Joseph Thomas Elliott Jr.” 

“Joe Elliott?”

“Well that’s what he would call himself, yeah.”

“Sweetie, I think I know how you can see your bestfriend again.” Y/N’s head shot up, there was a kind of excitement in her eyes.

“How?” 

“Well, honey, there is this band. Def Leppard.” Lia began, the girl nodded, “The lead singer’s name is Joe Elliott and he looks a whole lot like your best friend.”

“Can we go to their concert?” Y/N asked.

“Of course we can!” Lia grinned and the girl jumped up with excitement.

It was announced that the band would be coming back to Sheffield for two nights, so of course, Lia and Y/N bought tickets.

It was the night of the concert and the girls were getting ready. 

“Should I wear this shirt?” Y/N held up a white crop top, “Or this red one?”

Lia thought for a moment, “Maybe red would look good on you,” the dancer nodded and put on a cute outfit. She was wearing a red crop top with blue ripped jeans. Her hair was long and teased. She had very little makeup on, so maybe Joe would recognize her. 

“This is going to be interesting, I get to see my best friend after eleven years. I’m kind of scared that he won’t recognize me,” Y/N’s nervousness reflected into her words.

“I’ve never seen anyone nervous about going to a concert,” Y/N glared at Lia, “Sorry, honey. You are going to be fine. If he doesn’t recognize you, then ignore him.”

The girls got into the car and played some Def Leppard, “Is that him singing?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, isn’t he great?” 

“Yeah,” the dancer remembered all those times that Joe would sing to her, he always had a powerful voice in her opinion. She’d give anything for Joe to sing to her, just her.

When they arrived at the venue, there were girls, lots of them. They were pretty too.

“Hey, I’m going to kick Joe’s ass if he tries to hurt you ok? You are the most beautiful girl here and he doesn’t see that, well fuck him.” Lia’s words always seemed to make Y/N feel better.

It was around 8:00 pm when the show started, the last person to walk on that stage was Joe. The girl watched her best friend sing, he had an amazing stage presence. 

“SHEFFIELD WE ARE BACK!!!” Joe yelled into the microphone. The crowd cheered and the front man looked around the crowd. His eyes landed on Y/N, she noticed of course and smiled at him, then she mouthed the words, “I miss you,”. Joe winked and nodded. It was amazing to the girl how his eyes just happened to land on her. Did he recoginize her? What did he think she mouthed to him? 

“Can we stay a little longer after the show?” Y/N questioned.

“Of course,” Lia yelled over the loud music and then went back to enjoying it, and so did Y/N. 

The show ended around 9:45 - 10:00, Lia and Y/N waited for the band to come out. They came out with their instruments one by one.

The first was a shorter boy, he had straight-ish brown hair and he seemed to be carrying a guitar case. Next, was a boy with long, curly, brown hair, who was also carrying a guitar case. Then, it was yet another guitarist, but this time he had shoulder length, blonde hair. Then, it was the drummer, he had curly brown hair and seemed to be the youngest of the band. Last, but certainly not least in Y/N’s eyes, was Joe. 

When he walked out onto the general admission area, his head immediately turned to the girl. There was a kind of glow in his eyes and then his lips moved, “Y/N….”.

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[suniloli]

LISTEN TO THE MUSIC

28 Feb 2024

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader 

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: Swearing, sexual themes, allusions to SA, descriptions of violence and death, angst

Setting: Alexandria (s5)

Summary: Your time after the fall of the prison has your mind all over the place. Upon arriving at Alexandria, you discover something that you think will help bring your mind to peace. Unfortunately, you're becoming more detached from those who love you, including Daryl. He sees you venture off into the darkness one night and decides to follow.

Author Note: This took me AGES to finish…..I’ve just had so much on. Faith No More’s ‘Easy’ inspired a certain scene that this one's based on. Tried not to make it cringe, mate :)

SIDE NOTE: I’ve written it so the song matches up to that part of the story if you want to listen to it while it plays out.

It had been two months, and you still hadn't gotten comfortable in the walls of your new home. It was so incredibly odd. This town, Alexandria, was just so out of the ordinary. It was still hard to fathom that a place of such domesticity, which was so reflective of the world before, existed utterly untouched. You were in it, living there, and acting as if suburban-ty was all that ever was. 

Well, you weren't acting in the usual sense. You knew what was out there. You'd never forget. 

And the rest of your family wouldn’t forget either. They just appeared to be better at adjusting to this new life than you were. 

The issue was that you felt uneasy. The walls' protection was alluring, but you always felt something was off. It was an intangible feeling you couldn't quite grasp or explain. It was akin to being in the Twilight Zone. Alexandria was almost blurring the lines between this new reality and your past one — it made you doubt who you once were, what you did, and whether you actually led the life you did before. It also made you doubt who you were now, and whether outside the walls was real or just a figment of your imagination.

You couldn't relax. You couldn't let go and appreciate the break from chaos and stress. That's why you took as many opportunities as possible to get out and breathe in the fresh air. To remind yourself that you weren't going crazy.

You hoped that this would pass. You also hoped you were just being stupid and that your paranoia wasn't based on truth. But you just couldn't let go of that nagging feeling telling you not to get too comfortable. 

Ever since your escape from the prison, it was like your mind was on autopilot. Now that living wasn't just survival day to day, all of those memories — memories of escaping alone, of killing both walkers and people, struggling to find food and water. Having to savagely kill men who'd stalked and found you, and tried to do all sorts of things to your mind and body. Going through a depression of having lost everything and all the people you loved. Memories of Terminus. Of seeing people slaughtered right next to you. Of having the knife to your throat because you were next. And somehow, more impactful than the rest: the feeling of reuniting with your family for the first time, only for your soul to be crushed at seeing them all lined up prepared to die like lambs to the slaughter, just as you were going to be. Memories of seeing your comrades Rick and Glenn and your newfound ally Bob there. Your heart racing upon making eye contact with Daryl, but being wholly shattered when you saw pure fear lace your best friend's gaze. You'd never seen him like that before…

Now, because you were inside the walls again, all of it came flooding back. It still haunted you. Being inside reminded you of everything you'd lost and endured. 

However, being in such a well-looked-after settlement surrounded by 'normal' people going about their daily chores and lives also reminded you of other things you'd lost. In particular, something from before when your own life was 'normal.' 

Music. 

No matter where or what you were doing, listening to, singing, and dancing to music was one of your favourite things. It had the power to move you. Some songs truly spoke to your heart. Some ignited within you your stellar ability to dance and feel the beat. Others brought you comfort. Some made you cry. 

In your opinion, music was, and still is, one of art's most vivid and beautiful expressions. It has such an ability to speak to the soul, to inspire it, and let it be free. 

So, as with most things people love, it was one of the things you most yearned for. 

Selfishly, that was one of the few reasons you suggested to Deanna that your job be to go on runs. Rick vouched for you, saying you were one of your family's strongest, more capable fighters. He stated that you were smart, resourceful, etcetera, etcetera, which was true, but he didn't know you had your motives either. 

Given your recent struggle to sleep at night and the aloofness accompanying your every action within the walls, you thought giving yourself a specific task would help calm your mind and allow you to think coherently. 

You liked the thought of having a little private project to yourself. Although sleep constantly refused to take you into its arms, just the mere prospect of listening to and enjoying music again was enough to continue this trend of insomnia (though probably not for the best) and perhaps provide you with the means to focus and get all of your emotions and thoughts straight. 

So, you had developed a little routine come nightfall. Slowly, over the past few weeks, you accumulated the parts and accessories needed to listen to a beaten-up walkman you found. You made it your mission on every run you went on to find wire, fitted screws, and anything which would aid you in repairing it, as well as to devise some working earbuds. And on top of that, you were working on collecting tapes and swapping and changing them until you had a playlist you could enjoy. Things were much easier with your iPod back in the day, but you hadn't gotten your hands on anything like that. Plus, the internet didn't exist anymore, so even if you wanted to add and change songs, you couldn't. Bummer. 

Although it may have been harder to collate music, the very act of holding the tapes and taking apart and assembling the little black brick made you more appreciative of the art form. Additionally, the anticipation of your hard work eventually paying off kept you going when you couldn't sleep. It was the thought that you could experience some semblance of peace as melodies and tunes washed over your brain, coaxing it into a state of tranquillity that had evaded you ever since you were on the road, which gave you a new energy. 

Every action performed at your bedroom workbench felt like a labour of love, where you were reminded of the power of music to weave its way into the very fabric of your memories and remind you of your true self. It was the perfect distraction from all the other distractions plaguing you.

You just needed to accept that perhaps Alexandria was both the bane and revival of your existence. 

It was 3 am, according to the working clock in your room. Focusing back on the task, you gently opened the walkman and placed your tiny screwdriver on the table. Placing a tape in the cassette player, you closed it back up and carefully grasped your homemade earbuds. Plugging them into the audio jack, you pressed the play button. 

Immediately, the gears inside the cassette started shifting, and finally, the tape didn't tangle. A soft whirring sounded, and the small noises of a drum rift softly erupted from the sound output. 

With shaking fingers, you grasped an earbud and lifted it to your ear. Sure enough, the opening riff to a rock song was playing. 

You let escape a giggle of disbelief. Slowly but surely, it turned to loud, almost manic laughter. 

No way. No fucking way. 

Daryl was worried about you. Really worried about you. 

He'd been able to reconnect with his family since they all found each other again after the prison. Although he'd also technically reunited with you at Terminus, he couldn't reconnect with you. 

Daryl had many conversations with Carol about it. At least Rick's craziness revolved around his concern for his family's safety and his passion to keep you together. You, on the other hand, were somehow changed differently. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but you were slowly slipping away from everyone. 

You were slipping away from him. 

Carol suggested that it was tough on you, whatever had happened while you were out there alone. Easy for her to say. She was adjusting just fine with her innocent neighbour costume and whatnot, which he thought was ridiculous. However, she had made several observant points: there were scars on your body at Terminus that weren’t there at the prison. You were quiet, quite different from the sassy, talkative woman he knew and grew incredibly fond of. 

Of course, Daryl had noticed those things. It was just reassuring to know that it wasn't only him who noticed. It was also comforting to understand that you weren’t just shutting him out, either. Although it still stung. It stung a lot. 

After all, you two had gotten so close that he felt comfortable enough to show you his own scars, physical and emotional, and you your own — it was like the both of you formed an unbreakable bond: one of complete trust and companionship. 

And now, he could tell you were struggling more than even he was, but your pride didn’t allow you to express that outwardly. 

But Daryl knew. He could see it in your eyes, in your walk. Ever since Terminus, you refused to really talk with him. You refused to allow yourself to be vulnerable and shouldered it all on your own, letting it accumulate and weigh you down. 

Damn stubborn woman. 

You two were similar in many ways — Daryl also tended to be sceptical, and refused to let others bear his pain. But you were letting it affect every aspect of your life, even if you outwardly presented as composed and stoic to the average person. 

But again, Daryl knew you. He knew you inside and out. And you knew him. You both shared something unexplainable that he could only put down to one thing, from his end at least. 

Love. 

When the prison fell, Daryl tried to find you, but you were gone without a trace. He spent his time with Beth in depressive thoughts of not only his home and family perishing, but the fact that he might have left you to die underneath the rubble — that you died because of him.

But then Beth brought him out of it because a little part of her reminded him of you — your optimism and strength to push past any obstacle that stood in your way. 

It was her death that almost made him lose complete hope in humanity. 

But, that fateful day, when the people at Terminus revealed you as one of the other poor victims of their cannibalistic desires, he was filled with a renewed sense of urgency. He couldn’t let you die again. He was scared shitless. 

It was kneeling at the trough, and seeing you battered and scarred, that he realised he loved you. He was in love with you. Seeing your pleading eyes connect with his, he realised then that he’d been in love with you for a long time. 

So, when you all managed to free yourselves from your bindings and escape that wretched train station, he would never let you go again as long as he lived. 

But the moment he saw you brutalise those people there, and saw that crazed look in your eyes, Daryl knew you’d changed. 

That first night of freedom, you remained physically close to him. Daryl didn’t sleep, but you snuggled up to him, finding comfort in his presence. You slept with your arms wrapped around his torso and head on his chest, and surprisingly, he found the courage to lay his head against yours and softly run his hand against your arm. But the next day, and for the months after, you had rejected his touch and everyone else’s. 

At first, Daryl thought he had done something wrong, that you regretted being that physically close to him — that he’d crossed some boundary in your relationship. But he was perceptive and soon realised that your distance wasn’t about him. It was about something deeper that had changed within you during your time alone in the wilderness. 

Daryl made sure to keep an eye out for you. Although you didn’t say much about how you were feeling, you still always acknowledged him, telling him you were okay. 

He hated seeing you like this — constantly plagued by whatever haunted you. If only you’d open up to him, you’d both realise that you were dealing with similar things. 

So, instead of invading your space, Daryl tried to lift you in other ways, such as by trying to make you laugh more often or gifting you with something thoughtful, like the dainty silver arrow necklace he gave to you when you were both on watch a couple of weeks ago.

Occasionally, he’d see glimpses of the real you: you'd gift him your beautiful laughter or that gorgeous smile he constantly dreamt about, in return. He cherished it when you had dangled the necklace he gave you in your palm, and you’d held his hand with your other, squeezing it gently. 

Sometimes, he wished he could hear you more like he used to. He remembered your singing. Although Daryl made out it was annoying when you used to randomly burst into passionate song, and grab him by the arm to get him to reciprocate (in which he half-scowled in return), he thought you were so incredibly charming. Sometimes, Daryl thought you might’ve even meant some of those lyrics…

Now, though, you were mainly preoccupied, never honestly in the present. And considering that Daryl had seen your light on at night for the past week from his porch across the street, he knew it was perhaps time to approach you. 

As Daryl was outside letting the nicotine from his cigarette fill his lungs, he watched as your silhouette moved from behind your illuminated window curtain to out of view. 

Before he could snuff his cigarette out and walk over, he was ripped from his thoughts as, unusually, the yellow hue of your window suddenly turned dark. Maybe ya were finally tired. 

He squinted his eyes as he faintly heard the screen door to your shared house flip open and close again, a flurry of movement following behind. It was you, and you seemed…huh…there was a sharpness to your movements. You got to the bottom of the stairs, went to the sidewalk, and down the road into the dark. 

Daryl waited for a few minutes before he decided to follow. 

Daryl's footsteps were quiet along the pavement. The only thing that illuminated his path was the luminosity of the moonlight, and even then, it was difficult to see. But, ever the skilled hunter, his eyes adjusted quickly, and soon enough, he found you sitting by the edge of the lake in the middle of the settlement. 

Approaching slowly from behind, he took louder steps, attempting to alert you of his presence. Surprised you hadn't heard him, Daryl went to call your name but paused just short — he could hear some soft mumbling. 

Usually, he would have left anyone in your situation alone, but seeing you like this broke Daryl's heart. Kneeling down next to you, he gently touched your shoulder. 

"Woah!!" you startled, sharply turning your body to face whoever was there and shuffling away from the threat. Upon realising it was the archer, you sighed a sigh of relief. "Daryl…"

"Ya alrigh’ Y/N?" he started. Still kneeling, he adjusted his stance. Observing you, Daryl registered that you had earphones plugged into your ears and a goddamn walkman in your lap. “S’all this?” he questioned, gesturing towards your person. 

You closed your eyes for a couple of seconds, savouring the final riff of the song being played. A small smile tugged at your lips as you gently pulled out the earbuds and hung them from your ears. Contemplating Daryl’s questions, you were reluctant to answer both. 

“What are you doing here?” You deflected. 

“Comin’ ta check on ya’. I want ta know what’s goin’ on with ya’. Ya refuse ta talk ta me. Ever since…” he broke off with a throat clearing. “I can tell somethin’s up.”

“Trust me, it’s nothing —  ”

“Well it most definitely don’ seem like nothin’” he gruffed. This was going to be hard. And as established, you were a hard one to crack. Like him, he supposed. 

Daryl sat down, legs outstretched in front of him. You sighed deeply, lost in thought. He could see you deliberating something in your mind, so he waited for you to speak. 

“Here.” You suddenly declared, crawling towards him and planting yourself on the ground, leaving little space between you. You held the walkman out to him so he could see it better. Daryl was now staring at you intently. You glanced from your outstretched hand to his face. You continued, the soft rumblings of bass emitting from the next song playing through the earbuds. 

“I, uh…haven’t been sleeping, so I’ve been working on this. Fixing it up, collecting tapes. Making it mine…”

You turned the device over in your hand and looked down again to observe it. You could feel Daryl’s stare burning into the side of your head. 

“I get it, ya know. I can’t sleep neither. Can’t really relax in ‘ere.”

You hummed in agreement. Shaking your head slightly, you looked up towards the lake, observing the small ripples illuminated by the moon. “Music was my life. Is. I was hoping that doing this…bringing it back would occupy my mind,” you vaguely waved your hand around, “I don’t know…make it easier…”

Daryl chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully. “Ya coulda’ told me ya’ were strugglin’. Ya’ have so many people here for ya’...I’m here for ya’…ya’ know that.”

You looked away from the lake and into Daryl's eyes. You could see something alight in them that you weren't sure you wanted to acknowledge just yet. Despite the happiness you'd felt when listening to the Walkman, a lump formed in your throat, and once again, that anxiousness you'd experience whenever you even contemplated opening up was brewing. But this was Daryl. Why were you suddenly feeling this way? Was it even that? 

“It’s just too hard to explain…feels like I’m goin’ fucking crazy...” you mumbled. 

Daryl softly placed his hand on your thigh and squeezed almost imperceptibly. Something about his touch burned. 

"Ya' know, I thought I was going crazy too…" Daryl whispered, almost shyly. You couldn't break from his gaze. "Ya were gone for so long...thought I'd never see ya' again." He admitted.

A puff of air escaped your nose, and you looked down at the hand on your thigh. Memories of explosions and debris flying flashed through your mind, reminding you of screaming Daryl’s name until your throat was hoarse. Subconsciously, you fiddled with the arrowhead chain around your neck, recalling how lost you were out there all alone. Without your family. Without your best friend. Without your Daryl. 

“Me too,” your voice broke. With his other hand, Daryl slowly lifted up your chin to face him again, moving his thumb tenderly across your cheek. You could sense the moment he drew his attention to the pink sizeable scar there, thumb and eyes moving to it and trailing across it as if in question. 

“What happened to ya out there?” Daryl whispered, chewing his bottom lip. It took all your strength not to recoil at the question. 

“So many people have died to get to where we are now. And I’m sure everyone here experienced the same shit…I’m just being selfish —”

“Ya ain’t selfish Y/N…anyone can see ya’ ain’t ya’self. I hate seeing ya’ be consumed by whatever's on ya' mind everyday. Please, talk’ ta me…” Daryl was gentle, but was as firm with his words. He continued slowly dragging his thumb across your cheek for a couple of seconds, then seemingly realised what he was doing and pulled away. 

You were conflicted. 

Daryl’s touch left your skin charred. Everything about him made you feel butterflies. But that, intermingling with the anxious beating of your heart was going to give you a heart attack. 

Here Daryl was, insisting you talk to him. He was the closest person you’d ever been to. Here he still was, showing you his affections. 

“I’m sorry…” you whispered, wrapping your arms around yourself. Daryl’s gaze softened. 

“What fer?”

“For blocking you out…this whole time you’ve been here for me, wanted to be here with me and I’ve given you nothing…” You couldn’t even begin to utter the words. The anger. The shame. “I’ve seen how weary you are of this place. How much you blame yourself for things that have happened. I’m sorry for not being there for you. For not giving you anything, ever.” 

A few seconds passed by Daryl in stunned silence. 

“Y/N….” he whispered. You don’t know who moved first, but now your bodies were touching. “Ya are ma’ everythin’...everythin’ ya’ do, with me and for me... yer’ laugh, yer’ smile, talkin’ ta me…it’s more than I could’ve ever asked for in this life…”

You looked at him. For the first time in months, you really looked at him. It was hard to form words. As you gazed into his piercing blue eyes, yours grew blurry with unshed tears. Daryl's explored yours, trying to decipher the feeling there. 

You'd never been more touched and more loved than in this moment. 

Loved. 

It dawned on you just how much you really loved him.…

The weight of his gaze had you looking down, discreetly wiping your eyes of such emotion with your hand. Grabbing his hand in yours, you managed to find that trust you two had shared so deeply, and allowed yourself to give in to it. 

“It was really rough out there,” you began. Daryl hesitantly squeezed your hand, but once you squeezed back, he intertwined your fingers. The very act spurred you on. “This was a group of men,” you said, a fire in your eyes as you pointed to your cheek with your other hand. “It's not even what they tried to do…it's how after, there was no going back…”

Daryl didn’t utter a word. His very presence was like a beacon of warmth, fuelling the anger in your eyes. Daryl’s anger also heightened. 

“I’ve never…mutilated…anyone like I did then, ever. I didn’t even know I was capable of it.”

You heard a soft grunt from Daryl. 

“Now, I just have a festering anger at anyone who tries anything…it’s like I don’t care anymore. Those people at Terminus…I just wanted them all fucking dead.” You said with a jarring resolution that Daryl could nevertheless understand. 

Daryl recalled the moment he saw you at Terminus. If he was scared shitless, he couldn’t even begin to imagine how you felt with the knife to your throat. But your next utterance interrupted his thoughts of that day. 

“They fucking deserved it, that night in the woods…” you seethed. “But I couldn’t look at myself after. There was so much blood…it was just everywhere. I got some of them in their sleep, slit their throats, some of them woke up to me cutting em’ up…”

There was a far away look in your eyes, as if you were reliving the moments. Daryl saw goosebumps raise on your arms, even though the evening breeze was warm. 

Daryl had an inkling, but he needed to know what they did. He wanted to kill the rest of them himself if they lived. 

“What’d they do ta ya’?” he gritted through his teeth. His grip on your hand tightened. It was now that you broke eye contact. 

“What do you think? They tied me up…touched me, left me by a tree afterwards. I managed to free myself in the night…”

Daryl gripped both of your shoulders firmly. 

“They all dead?” 

You nodded. 

“Good.”

Daryl’s response was terse, but was filled with sad understanding, passion and something else you couldn’t quite place. You were filled with shame. Not only about what they had done to you, but the fact that you were shoving this all on Daryl too. It’s not like he could do anything about it —

“Ya thinkin’ too loud,” Daryl hummed. You turned your head a bit away from him, trying to distance yourself further in hopes to hide your embarrassment. Daryl chewed his lip. “They fuckin’ deserved wha’ was comin’.” 

You inhaled a deep breath. The smell of night time filled your nostrils, with an incredibly subtle undertone of cigarette smoke and leather vest seeping in. Your lungs were filled with familiarity. It was comforting. 

The warmth in your chest being ignited spurred on memories of the prison, when you and Daryl would spend nights close together in the watchtowers, talking about nothing and everything. Usually he’d be smoking a cigarette, wearing his signature vest, and the smell lingered then too. 

You remembered how different you were back then. How innocent. How removed you were from the horrors of brutal killing and maiming. You never had a thirst for blood then, when someone did you wrong. Now you were harder. More cold. It concerned you. 

Daryl’s hands gently rubbing your arms brought you back to him. 

“I know,” you replied curtly. “But that’s not even what keeps me up…it’s like ever since we got here, my mind hasn’t been able to let go of that ‘feral-ness.’ I still think about how I got all that blood on my hands. And I can't get rid of the paranoia that something else bad is gonna happen…” 

Daryl grunted in agreement. “Ya’ shouldn’t be so hard on ya’self. The fact yer’ thinking ‘bout it makes ya’ gud. And I feel paranoid too, bein’ here...but Y/N,” Daryl made you look at him. 

“Nothin’s gon’ happen to ya’. Nothin bad’s gon’ happen as long as I’m with ya’. I won’ let anyone do anythin’ to ya’, alrigh’? Ya’ don’t gotta worry.” 

The way he was looking at you now made a familiar fluttering erupt in your stomach that you hadn’t given yourself the privilege to truly feel. A small smile emerged on your lips. Looking into his eyes now, you noticed they were electrified with emotion. You were sure yours mirrored Daryl’s by the way he was looking at you, an equal mix of intensity and appreciation there. 

Daryl drew his gaze to your eyes, down to your lips, and across to your scarred cheek. He brought his hand up, and cupped that same cheek again, touching it with a graze so gentle, he could've thought his finger and your cheek were one. 

“I meant what I said before,” he whispered. The smile on your face moulded into an expression of shy curiousness as you leaned into his warm touch. “Ya’ are ma’ evry’thing…have been fer a long time.”

Somehow, Daryl’s sincerity was filled with such profound emotion, that hearing him say it was like a punch to the guts. His words winded you, rendering you almost speechless. 

Before you could respond, the music in your earbuds picked up, adding to the ambiance of the moment. As if the universe was attempting to serenade the intimacy between you two, you turned up the volume, and recognised the song immediately. Smiling a big, genuine smile, you slowly stood the both of you up, placed one earbud in your ear, and the other in Daryl’s. 

“Surely you know this one,” you said, a playfully soft glint in your eyes. Daryl could only look on with surprise.

The opening piano riff filled his eardrums. Of course he knew it. You moved to slowly sway with him. 

🎵 I know it sounds funny but I just can’t stand the pain

Girl, I’m leaving you tomorrow

Seems to me girl you know I’ve done all I can

You see I beg stole, and I borrowed 🎵

Daryl could hear you quietly humming along. It was beautiful. You both swayed with each other as the chorus filled your ears, smiles adorning both your faces. Daryl’s hold on your hips tightened as he found more comfort in your movements, slowly caressing the spots there. Your hands tightened around his neck, bringing your faces that bit closer. Mouthing the words, you looked at Daryl. He grew the courage to sing the next verse to you. 

“I wanna’ be high, so high,” he rasped. You looked at him in pure awe and something else he couldn’t pick. “I wanna be free to know the things I do are right —”

“I wanna be free-ee!” You interrupted, “Just me…oh baby…”

As the bridge in the song played, the tension between the two of you reached new heights. Your heart started racing. You could feel Daryl’s pulse also racing underneath your palms. Daryl’s pupils were almost completely dilated. 

As the guitar solo played, Daryl pulled you in close, connecting his lips with yours. Immediately, your mouths melded together as if you’d kissed hundreds of times before. The kiss was so soft, yet so passionate. Your hands moved to hold Daryl’s jaw and the back of his head, and he ran his own hands up your back. 

The sensual tone of the guitar matched that of the smoothness and sultriness between the two of you at that moment. It was as if the alluring quality of the solo gave you both an unwavering confidence about how each other felt. 

As the chorus broke through your ears again, your mouths disconnected, and you both heaved in large breaths. You had never seen larger smiles on the other ever. Daryl gazed at you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Pulling his hand from your behind, he slowly dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, and you caressed his jawline. 

You savoured the final melodies of the song. You couldn’t help yourself looking at Daryl’s smirk, leaning in to give him a few more soft pecks there. Chasing you for more as you pulled away, Daryl displayed to you the fondest expression you’d ever seen. 

You let a breathy giggle escape your lips. “You’re more than I ever could’ve asked for too, D.” 

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Alpha!Rick Grimes x omega!reader x Alpha!Daryl Dixon

Everything was gone and destroyed but she was still theirs

Warnings: angst, death, presumed death of reader and unborn baby, walkers, violence, captivity, malnutrition/starvation, injury, guilt, sort of amnesia

WC: 4.8k

Minors DNI

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Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness

“I just wanted to come see how you were settling in, I know that being in a new place can be jarring to those who have been on the outside.” As Deanna spoke, Carol slipped from Daryl’s hold and fell in line behind him, as if he was protecting her. 

In an unconscious move, Rick stepped forward, using his body as a shield to block the Alexandrian���s view of the group. “We’re just getting used to bein’ behind walls again. Tends to make us jumpy.” The alpha understood, nodding in sympathy. 

“You're safe now, both from roamers and other people. These walls are strong, nothing can get in.” Rick's hair stood on end. That's what they said about the prison. The air in the small house was tense as an awkwardness fell over the group.

Carol shifted then, the floorboards creaked loudly.

Deanna's brown eyes flashed, catching sight of Carol’s excited state, but said nothing. She walked back out of the house, glancing back only once with a silent warning to stay in the house. “Have a good rest of your night.”

As soon as the door shut behind her, Carol exploded. “Please, we have to go.” 

Rick sighed heavily through his nose. “First, you tell us what happened.” The other's attention flicked back to the omega who was now trembling with nerves.

She glanced around, searching for some sort of approval to take off again, this time with the pack alphas in tow but when she only received looks of confusion and general concern, her excitement died down to a simmer. “I was going to the armoury but something about that woman they had in the infirmary bothered me.”

The house was easy to break into given that there seemed to be no locks in the entire city. Darkness clung to every corner, creating an eerie air that set her on edge as she moved to the basement of the home.

The snarls coming from the back room were downright savage as Carol snuck closer, her shoes not making any sound against the cold concrete. The scent emanating from the room was sour but the undertones were incredibly familiar, like something nostalgic, reminding her of a better time. With a trembling hand, the omega twisted the doorknob, pushing the door open slowly.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the woman curled up in the corner of the room. A tattered shirt hung from her frame, the ripped cloth doing nothing to keep her warm or hide her distended stomach. It looked wrong, the way the huge bump was hanging off her frame, how skinny she now was. The natural softness she carried was now gone, the thick curves she was known for, had disappeared. Her eyes were a bright amber, a tell-tale sign of the omega having gone feral.

But beneath the dirt and grime, Carol could see that young omega they thought they lost, she could see the two claiming marks on opposite sides of her neck, each one with a bite radius matching the two men who had been desperately searching for her.

She gasped involuntarily and the omega's yellow eyes snapped to Carol and a growl echoed through her chest. It was so deep and so unnatural it legitimately frightened the unshakeable woman. A warning. 'Stay away, I will kill you to protect my pup'. 

She took a step back but didn’t leave the room. Her head was lowered, her eyes locked on the woman’s. “I'll be back ok. Stay here.” The answer came in the form of another growl as Carol turned and ran out, gunning straight back to her pack.

“Are you sure?” It was Carl that broke the silence when she finished speaking. His eyes sparkled with tears and stepped closer to her. “Is it really her?” 

“It ain’t her.” Daryl snapped. “She's dead.” Carl swallowed thickly, leaning into his father's side for some sort of comfort. He had lost two mothers less than 6 months apart from each other and he could hardly bear it.

Rick placed a hand on his boy's shoulder. “We don't know that for sure but Daryl's right, the probability that it is,” he tried to say her name but it caught in his throat, choking him, “it's incredibly unlikely.”

Carol snapped back. “I know what I saw and I was around her enough to have her scent permanently etched into my mind. It's her.” 

“No it ain't!” Daryl was red with rage but the tear that rolled down his dusty cheek told an entirely different story, one that everyone in that room knew all-too-well. If she was alive, they had left her behind to die, turning her savage in the process. 

Even before the world fell, there were cases of omega and alphas going feral, even some betas in rare instances. It was a survival tactic. With the brain reverting back to its primal self, anyone could survive the most dire of circumstances. It only usually happened with soldiers or people trapped in an abusive relationship.

But now, Rick supposed, it would be extremely common. “But if Carol's right, there's no telling if we would be able to bring Y/N back. Who knows how long she's been feral for.” Glenn pointed out, somehow managing to make everyone feel worse.

“I'll go back and check it out with Carol. If she's right, we can try to help her. We have both of her alphas and both of her pups, that should do something. And if it isn't her, we can move on.” Taking charge, Maggie spoke up but looked to Rick for approval given the severity of the consequences should two members of their group be found wandering well after dark.

His first instinct was to say no, there was no way he could risk all of their safeties for one person (even if it was his omega and unborn pup) but as he looked over his pack and watching how their eyes lit up with both despair and hope, he knew that he couldn't refuse. “If you're not back in 20 minutes-”

Carol had taken Maggie's hand and was out the door before he could finish his sentence. He huffed. “Y'all go get some more sleep, we don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow.” That appeased the others, especially since they had almost no clue who Y/N was save for some vague mentions of her.

Carl and Daryl stayed in the foyer. “It ain't her.” But Daryl's voice was broken and weak. Conflict swirled in the blue of his eyes. He wanted so badly for her to be alive but to be alive and in that condition because of his inability to protect her- it was killing him. 

“It's not your fault. Or my dad's. This could be our chance to get her back.” Carl almost begged the other man. “Just have hope.” Daryl scoffed and turned his back on them, storming off to a quiet part of the house.

“Go check on your sister, I'll deal with him.” Rick followed after, his own heart heavy with guilt.

Maggie kept her head on a swivel, watching for any movement from the empty streets and dark houses. Carol however, had her eyes locked forwards, speeding back to the infirmary. 

A light drizzle had started, cooling down the warm night air considerably but that wasn't the cause of Carol's goosebumps. They had lost too many already, whether it was from walkers or even other humans, so the prospect of getting someone back was overwhelming. She thundered up the few steps and threw open the front door, Maggie close behind.

Carol was so deep in her excitement that she didn't notice that the yowling had stopped, but the other woman did. “Carol-” She started but her warning went ignored.

The basement door was open just wide enough for the dull yellow light of a lone lantern to illuminate the hallway. The wood slammed into the wall as the door was thrown open by the older omega, making both women freeze.

The room was barren save for a ratty blanket on the concrete ground. “She was here! I swear!” Maggie cautiously inched into the room. She scooped up the torn fabric and brought it up to her nose. 

“I believe you, her scent is fresh.” The silent question was left hanging in the air, 'where did she go?'.

——————

It had taken less than 2 weeks for the relative safety of Alexandria to collapse. The first cracks had appeared on that first night. When Maggie and Carol returned alone but with a blanket that reeked of their lost packmate, Daryl had almost gone mad searching the town for her. He had caught her scent only once and it was outside the wall. It led them all to question the strength of the huge steel plates if a starved and heavily pregnant omega could scale it.

Then Noah was gone and the rift between the Alexandrians and them got even larger. It seemed like nothing could unite the two groups, especially after Rick became de-facto leader after Reg’s death. 

Everything felt so wrong and out of place. With the discovery of the herd in the quarry and the realisation that Y/N was still alive somewhere, those feelings only got worse for Carl. 

Chaos rippled through Alexandria, leaving deep panic and blood in its wake. People had somehow scaled the great walls of the city and had already killed so many of their own. A bulk of the fighters were gone, effectively leaving the women and children undefended and woefully underprepared for any attack. 

Adrenaline coursed through Carl's veins, sharpening his senses but his reactions were still a milli-second too slow. There was already a cut along his forearm that burned and his hands trembled. Enid was silent beside him, Judith pinned to her chest as the three of them darted into another house on the outskirts of town.

The image of that man with the 'W' carved into his forehead flashed behind Carl's eyelids, just the same as every other person he had killed. Enid began to speak but he turned his back on her, instead silently looking through the house for any unwanted guests.

This whole thing was so painfully reminiscent of the Governor’s attack and the only thing he could do was keep him and Judith safe. They would survive just like before.

He breathed a sigh of relief as the rooms turned up empty and quiet. “What do we do now?” Enid spoke up, her voice strained with panic.

“I guess we wait.” Dust floated up from the couch as the teens sat down, finally able to catch their breaths.

Judith cooed at her older brother before looking up at the ceiling and repeating the sound, this time even louder. “Is she seeing ghosts or something?” Edith attempted to joke but instead just got silence back and the baby taken from her arms. 

“She just likes making noises.” As if to confirm his theory, Judith chose that moment to squeal excitedly, wiggling in his arms without taking her eyes off of the ceiling. 

The wood above them creaked, sending a light dusting of plaster down onto the three children. Carl and Enid seized with fear while Judith continued to make noise. 

“Stay here.” With the baby quickly thrust back into her arms, Enid had no choice but to remain on the couch, watching with wide eyes as Carl drew his gun and cautiously climbed the stairs to the second floor. 

He was sure he had checked every room carefully. He knew he did. But as he got closer to the master bedroom and the noises got louder, he began to doubt himself. His steps were light, desperately trying to avoid any creaky floorboards that would alert whatever was hiding about his position. 

His knuckles were deathly pale as he tightened his grip around his gun, the barrel trembled only slightly with his nerves. Carl pushed the bedroom door open with the end of the weapon and once again was met with a completely empty room but the soft groaning was still present and he could now tell that it was leaking from the closet on the opposite end. 

A sudden shout from Judith made him jump but his attention snapped back to the closet when something slammed into the wood heavily. 

“Just a walker, it’s just a walker.” He murmured to himself. His left hand dropped from the butt of the pistol and he gingerly grabbed the doorknob, ready to turn it and then immediately back off to give himself some room for a clean shot. 

Taking in a single deep breath, he steadied his gun and refocused his senses. Then he turned the knob. 

Silence overtook the room but only for a few seconds when the sound of chains shifting emanated from the small dark space. Then a foot stepped over the threshold, and a hand curled into the doorframe as whatever was trapped inside finally pulled itself out. 

The first thing Carl saw was her eyes- bright yellow with the pupils near the size of pin drops as they locked onto him. They weren’t the eyes of a walker. Even fresh, the ghouls supported milky white irises. 

She did not snarl at him nor lunge, instead her head tilted and she sniffed the air. She took another step forward and finally Carl could see her two claiming marks, and more importantly, her pregnant belly. 

“Mom.” The word slipped from his mouth before he could stop it. She froze and a purr rumbled through the room. “Yeah! You know me, it’s Carl. And Judith is downstairs. You remember Judith don’t you?” She blinked at him, there was no comprehension behind her eyes. 

Carl sighed. “We’ll work on it.”

It was only then that he noticed the heavy chain around her neck. There were spots of blood along her collarbone from where the metal had pulled at her skin. “Shit.” He muttered. 

The gun slid easily into the waistband at his back and with his hands now free, he carefully approached her. She watched him but didn’t move which he took as a good sign. 

From what he could tell, the chain had been looped around her neck a couple times and then locked to a hook haphazardly drilled into the side of the closet. He was confident that he could pull it straight out of the wall if he got enough leverage. 

As he moved closer, Y/N shifted to the side, allowing him to slip into the closet behind her. 

The small space was absolutely rancid but he continued forward, albeit holding his breath. She blocked out the light some but he was still able to see where she was bound to the wall. Already one of the screws on the anchor was gone so gathering up some of the slack from her chain, he wound it around his hands and with an almighty tug, it came loose from the drywall. 

“See, that was easy enough.” She stood stock still as he delicately lifted her bounds from around her neck, letting the metal drop to the hardwood with a clatter. 

Her eyes looked down at it then back to him. “E-e-e-zzz-ee.” She repeated, her voice broken and raspy from disuse. 

Immediately Carl lit up. “That’s right! Easy!” The corner of her lip turned up into what he thought was supposed to be a smile but looked more like a grimace to him. 

“Carl? You’ve been up here for a while, is everything ok?” Enid called out and just like that, Y/N was once again hunched over and snarling aggressively. 

“Stay there!” He called out but he was too late. The teen stepped into the bedroom, Judith still in her arms. She froze, her eyes going wide. 

“Who- who is that?” She asked, almost in disgust. She tried to turn away, to somehow shield the toddler in her arms from the sight of the feral omega but as soon as Judith disappeared from Y/N’s eye-line, she let out a deep warning growl. 

“Give me Judith,” Carl urged, “right now.” 

“Are you crazy?” She hissed, clinging even tighter to the unbothered toddler. 

“Trust me.” As soon as Judith was in her brother’s arms, the growling stopped. And when he walked closer, the scent of milk and flowers filled the room. Y/N reached for the pair of them with shaky hands, her fingers just skimming the soft chubby cheek of her daughter. 

“That’s why Judy was making so much noise, she could smell her.” Said girl giggled and tried to launch herself at the omega but Carl held tight. As much as he would love to have them properly reunited, he doubted she could support Judith’s weight in her arms after not eating properly for god knows how long. 

Y/N looked at Carl while grabbing his wrist. He let her pull his hand away from his sister and closer to her belly. She laid his palm flat against the top of her bump.

The baby moved under his hand, softly kicking at his fingers. Relief washed over the boy and he felt a massive weight lift from his chest. “Dad's not gonna believe this.” 

It took some coaxing (ie Carl using Judith like a carrot on a stick) but he was able to lead Y/N out of the master bedroom and down the stairs. He let her cradle Judith's head between her hands as he looked outside, watching for any of those freaks that had attacked them.

Only when he was sure that the streets were properly empty did he carefully open the front door. “Come on. Enid! Let's go!” He called back but the house was silent save for Y/N's purrs and Judith's coos. 

“Goddamnit.” He knew he should go look for her but he also wanted to get his mother to safety and she would not be safe in the house where someone had kept her trapped. So, he walked away, heading back towards the centre of town, hopeful that his father and Daryl had returned.

Her bare feet scraped against the concrete as she trailed behind him. While her eyes were fixed on him and the baby, Carl could see the way her nose scrunched and her head tilted, alert for any sign of danger. 

“Carl!” Rick's voice echoes through the street, panicked and strained.

He looked back at Y/N who had perked up slightly, the yellow of her eyes now holding flecks of its natural colour. He chanced it. “Dad!” Rick rounded the corner, gun at the ready and with a fire in his eyes but as soon as he saw the trio, he stumbled.

Even from a distance, Carl could see the way the breath was knocked from his lungs. Like Daryl, Rick blamed himself for their omega's disappearance. He felt the weight more heavily because he was not only responsible for her but also for the whole pack, his guilt ran deep, infecting every choice he made and slowly driving him mad.

When Daryl would leave Alexandria to search for her, Rick would stay behind, forcing himself to focus on the rest of his pack. He thought that if he could protect everyone else, the guilt would wane, but it never did.

“Omega!” His voice thundered down the street making Y/N freeze. There was some sort of recognition in her posture: her head bowed, shoulders slack but her lips still curled into a snarl and she attempted to snatch Judith from Carl's arms. She only succeeded in tugging both of her pups closer to her body.

“Omega.” He repeated, this time softer and offering her his empty hands. “It’s ok, I won’t hurt you or the pups.” He bowed his head and dropped his eyes to the ground in submission. 

She growled again but it was softer and more confused. “I’m your alpha.” As slowly as he could, Rick extended his left arm and presented her with his wrist. While not as prominent as his neck, his scent still bled from his skin. Her nose twitched and as she leaned forward to sniff at his offered limb while keeping her eyes locked onto him. 

Her brows furrowed and she took a step closer, her hand darting out to grip his wrist. Her cold nose rubbed against his cold skin as she inhaled even more of that intoxicating scent that tugged at part of her mind. 

Carl beamed when she dropped his father’s hand in favour of burying her nose into the crook of his neck. Judith gave a chirp as she was squished between the two grown-ups, still partially in her brother’s arms and her mother’s. 

Rick’s eyes fluttered shut as her own scent washed over him for the first time in almost 2 months, thick with fear and apprehension but it was hers all the same. Her bump pushed into his stomach and he felt like he could cry. She was safe, she was alive and she was back in his arms. 

Warmth flooded their bond, bringing a smile to his face. She licked at the mark she had left on his scent gland months ago so Rick placed his hand on her hip, gently pulling her even closer. He winced as he realised just how malnourished she was. “Let’s go get you and the baby checked out and maybe some food.”

Her eyes remained uncomprehending but she followed after him anyway, his hand held tightly in hers. 

Bodies lay in the streets, both enemies and friends alike as the moans of the undead just outside the walls form a macabre symphony. Y/N snarled under her breath and cupped her stomach while Carl glanced at his father, panic colouring his features.

“Is that the herd?” 

“The plan went sideways but we'll think of a new one.” Rick promised, laying his free hand on the teen's shoulder.

“Enid's gone.” 

His face hardened as he replied sternly. “As soon as we have a clear path out, we'll search for her. Daryl's still out there too.” His eyes flicked back to the omega who currently had her teeth bared at the solid walls. “We'll get them all back.” And he didn't just mean those trapped outside the city.

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There was a haze wrapped around Y/N's mind. It was like walking through a dense fog right as dawn broke- the light just barely strong enough to let her see a few inches in front of her but every step she took forward, the world that she knew was swallowed up and forgotten. She had no idea where she was going or where she had been but the tugging in her chest pulled her ever forward.

She had brief moments of clarity, snapshots in time that only materialised for a second before the fog descended once more.

The pop of gunfire and the smell of smoke as she ran barefoot into the woods.

Blood pouring from cuts on her hands as she scrambles up a crumbling lattice, the dead reaching for her, their rotting fingers only inches away from her feet.

Feeling the babe inside her belly kick for the first time. She cries.

Two men corner her in an abandoned warehouse. Their tone is comforting but their words are garbled. She tries to speak but all that comes out is a growl.

Another man, this one bigger and meaner looking, wrapping something cold around her neck. He spits on her face before sealing her into darkness.

But none of those snapshots compared to this moment. 

Reality slammed into her chest like a freight train. Y/N gasped for air as she desperately looked around. She was in a house, a nice house by the looks of it and surrounded by people she didn't recognise.

The smell of copper and death fill the cramped room as people scream at each other, their voices like nails on chalkboard to her sensitive ears. She winced and attempted to curl into herself but was stopped by her huge belly. 

Something about it isn't right but before she can recall why, her attention shifts to the form on the bed next to her. He's no older than 14 but he's tall and his brown hair is long. A white bandage covers half of his face. She knew that face. 

Her hands trembled as she cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. He did not react at all, just remained deathly still before her, the only movements of his body was the steady and too slow rising and lowering of his chest.

“Carl.” The name came to her and a second later, so did everything else. “Carl?” He was so big now, already growing into his features. He looked so much like his father. 

His father.

Her head shot up, eyes scanning the now mostly empty room for her alphas. The front door was wide open, letting in the grotesque sounds of flesh being sliced open and bone shattering. The darkness from outside seemed to grow with each passing second as the moans grew louder.

Y/N leaned over Carl's body as if to afford him some protection if the walkers made their way inside but deep down she doubted that she could do much besides buy him a couple extra seconds. She felt weak, she was tired and her entire being ached.

“It's ok baby, I'll keep you safe.” 

Suddenly, bright light streamed through the doorway and an explosion rocked the house. Y/N whimpered and cradled her boy as the sounds of celebration overpowered all else. 

“They actually did it.” A plump woman wearing glasses murmured in shock. “I can't believe it.” 

As an optimistic mood filled the room, the fog began to descend once more and Y/N could feel herself slipping away. “You!” She barked at the woman who quickly turned around, her eyes wide. “T-tell my alphas that I love them.” Her words slurred and jumbled together but the woman nodded anyway.

Y/N smiled in relief. “Tell 'em to be safe.” She looked down at her boy one more time and then everything disappeared once more.

The smell of gasoline and burning bodies only seemed to add to Daryl's frustration. The past few days had been absolute hell- he was tired, hurt and so strung out he felt like anything could set him off. And that's not to mention the weird feelings that constantly flowed into him through his bond.

Fear, relief, anger, love. 

All of it was just too much.

As he watched the horde of walkers burn in the lake, he was consumed by his thoughts. Nowhere was safe, death constantly followed right behind them and some part of him knew that it would always be like that, no matter how hard they tried to change things.

His thick fingers pulled at the fraying threads of the bracelet around his wrist as he thought of his omega. He pictured that she was safe somewhere, holed up in some isolated cabin that had a garden full of food or in an abandoned apartment building that she could scavenge. Carol kept reassuring him that she was alive and ok but each day that passed without him finding Y/N, he believed his friend less and less. Even the blanket they had discovered was quickly losing her scent.

He wanted to get back out there, to keep searching but he was just so tired.

“Daryl!” Rick called over the din. His voice while strained from exhaustion still carried the power of a true alpha. The younger man ignored him though as he continued to watch the slowly dying fire from atop the truck, his hands supporting his weight as he leaned back against them.

Vaguely, he could feel frustration leaking through the bond. “Y/N's here!” That snapped him out of it.

“Wha?” But before Rick could repeat himself, Daryl had jumped down, landing heavily on his already sore legs. “She's?”

His brother nodded. “With Carl but she's feral so we have to take it slow.”

“But she's-” Suddenly he felt like he couldn't speak, his guilt and relief wrapping around his throat in a tight grip.

“She's safe, the pup's safe.” Rick gestured to the infirmary and before he could think, Daryl took off running.

50 days. It had been 50 agonising, tortuous days of unknowing, of guilt and fear. Of imagining the hell which she experienced since the moment that the chain fences of the prison fell.

50 days of self-hate, of knowing he wasn't enough- not strong enough, not fast enough, not brave enough- to save her and the pup. 

50 days of her haunting his every thought.

50 days.

And as he ran into the infirmary, all that time, all that fear disappeared the second he saw her again. The clock reset the moment he stepped over the threshold and her golden eyes locked with his blue ones.

He didn't care that she didn't recognise him, he didn't care that she snarled and planted her hands down around Carl's body as if he was a danger to the boy who was almost like his own. 

She was alive, she was here. And that's all that mattered.

For the first time in 50 days, Daryl smiled.

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Scars and Stitches, Chapter 17: Strings Attached - Daryl X PlusSize!Reader (she/her)

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Chapter Summary: Daryl begins to recover from his injury. Word Count: 2,800 (of 45,00+)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x PlusSize Reader (she/her) Era: Season 1-Season 4, Longfic that follows the series with a few alterations. Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of past abuse, Shane Walsh being awful, and mentions of drug use/addiction.

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The real knife to a man's heart was his woman's tears. ― Christine Feehan, Savage Nature

Daryl jerked awake. He couldn’t remember much of anything after Andrea fucking shot him. His side hurt like a bitch, and it took him a few seconds to piece everything together. Hershel and Patricia had probably patched him up. Didn’t feel like they’d bothered giving him any pain relievers, though.

It still took him a few long minutes before he realized something warm and soft was cuddled up next to his good side. It was you. His heart melted, and he now recalled snippets of how he got here. Shane and Rick had carried him to this room, and at some point you had been facing away from him, just out of reach. But you had talked to him, while your fingers were literally inside him, with his blood all over your hands and wrists.  

Fuck, he had been so stupid out there, letting himself get distracted by the rain, falling onto his own damn bolt.  Even now, Merle was in the back of his mind, with his ‘Darylina’ and calling him ‘worthless,’ and ‘weak,’ but it was that voice that had saved him. Daryl crawled his way out of that forest just to prove Merle wrong. Maybe Merle was wrong about a lot of things.

Beside him, you whimpered, and your steady breathing gradually grew panicked and labored. With the hand closest to you, he scrambled to touch your arm. It was soaked in sweat.

Ignoring the pain in his side, he pushed himself up to lean on the headboard and grabbed you with both hands, shaking you gently. “Darlin,’ wake up. It’s just a dream. C’mon.”

You jolted awake, breathless and tense. “D-Daryl?” You sat up quickly, your hands suddenly cupping his face. “Daryl, baby, you’re okay. Don’t worry, you’re going to be just fine.”

You leaned down, and his eyes fluttered closed just as you kissed his forehead. He breathed in the familiar scent of you and reveled in your gentle touch.  

He swallowed against the lump in his throat. “You got me all patched up?”

You pulled away, sniffing. “I helped, but Hershel and Patricia did most of the work.” You were getting off the bed, and he was bereft without you beside him. In the darkness, he heard the striking of a match and then a warm glow filled the room as you lit an oil lantern.

“I didn’t know,” you were saying, with your back to him, “What kind of pain medicine you’d want.  I have Merle’s stash in here.” He watched as you squat down over your red backpack and Merle’s tackle box. A second later, you turned around with an assortment of pill bottles in your arms.

He’d never seen you so nervous, like a storm of anxiety flitting from one corner of the room to the other.

Near the bed, you kneeled to the floor and the pill bottles clattered on the rug. “D-do you want the really strong stuff? Looks like we have plenty oxycodone, some prescription strength ibuprofen, plus all the over-the-counter pain relievers. I just didn’t know what you wanted….”

Daryl said your name, filling his voice with as much sternness as he could manage. He had to say it three times before you stopped your rambling and blinked up at him, practically trembling. He tried studying your face to figure out just what was wrong with you but came up with nothing.

“C’mere,” he commanded, and you obeyed, your eyes soft and pitiful.

He urged you back on the bed, and tucked you against his good side, holding you close with one arm. “You’re a fuckin’ mess,” he told you.

You sighed, lip quivering. “I know. I just—I was so scared, Daryl. First you didn’t come home on time, and then Andrea shot you, and you were bleeding, and I thought I was going to lose you, just when I’d found you—and I don’t know how to do this, how to be strong for you when I can barely hold myself together.  I’m sorry, Daryl. I’m so sorry.”

Wincing, he moved his left hand to thread his fingers in your hair. “I ain’t going nowhere. I came back, didn’t I?”

You sniffed. “You made it back, but there was so much blood…I thought you were bitten…Andrea said you were a walker, and that’s why she shot you.”

Daryl was at a loss. You were hysterical. His easygoing, level-headed, hopeful woman was falling apart. Over him. Never in his whole life had anyone given a damn, not when he’d been missing for days, not when his father tortured him, not even when Merle’s dealer nearly killed him. He didn’t know what to do with this, with you.

So, he asked himself what you would do, and the answer was completely obvious.  

He hugged you.

With one hand, he held your head to his chest, and with the other he held you just tightly enough to be soothing, but not so tightly as to be possessive. You sobbed into his chest, and he let you get it all out.  It only lasted a minute—maybe less than that—but soon you were taking deep breaths and pulling away from his hold. You took his hand and kissed it.

“Sorry,” you murmured again, getting up from the bed once more. “You need the medicine. What do you want?”

It took him a minute to answer. You appeared better, calmer at least, if not entirely yourself. 

“Good stuff. Feels like Glenn run me over with my own bike.”

That earned him a small chuckle from you, and soon you were handing him a pill and a glass of water. You made him drink the whole thing. Then you were forcing him to eat three boiled eggs and two peaches, followed by a second glass of water. He let you tend to him, unable to admit to himself that he rather liked your attentiveness.

By the time he finished eating, the medicine was kicking in, dulling his pain and making him feel lightweight and sleepy.

He started laying down again and said, “Turn out that light and get over here. Need you next to me so I can get some sleep.”

You gave him a small smile, the worry behind your eyes slightly abated. “Such a sweet talker,” you replied.

You snuffed out the lantern, and a moment later you gingerly crawled into the bed, this time under the covers, right next to him.  He couldn’t hold you like he wanted, not without risking all the patchwork done to fix him, but you solved that problem by hugging his right arm and resting your head in the crook of his shoulder.

“Ya good?” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m good,” you said.

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The next morning, after making sure Daryl took his medicine and ate breakfast, you left him with Carol and set about cleaning your and Daryl’s filthy clothes. Near the water pump—now walker free—you filled a bushel-sized bucket of water and sprinkled in a good amount of borax. Out of habit, you checked the pockets of Daryl’s jeans. People in your group seemed to leave all manner of things in their pockets, from useful things like lighters and maps, to worthless things like quarters and dimes. 

When you put your hand into the side pocket of Daryl’s jeans, your fingers touched what felt like strands of loose thread.  Thinking the seam of the pocket was coming undone, you turned the pocket inside out to inspect the damage.  However, as you did, small pieces of knotted black thread fluttered to your lap. You picked one up, studied for a moment, then finally realized what they were: the stitches you’d taken out of Daryl’s back. You faintly remembered when you removed them, and that Daryl had taken them to throw away.

Or so you thought.

You picked up each stitch, placed them in your palm, and gazed at them for a long moment. The ends were slightly frayed, indicating they’d seen a lot of friction.  Why did Daryl still have these? Aside from being kind of gross, they were of no practical use whatsoever. But he’d kept them, apparently. Had he been moving them from one pair of jeans to the other whenever he changed clothes?

How long had he been keeping them?  You weren’t sure of the date. There had been those long days of traveling since leaving the CDC, getting to the farm, looking for Sophia, then even more time after that as all of you settled into life next door to the Greenes.  And all that time Daryl had kept these worthless pieces of thread.

Why would he need such things?

You put the stitches in the pocket of your pants.  You could not decide if you should ask him about them later or to just casually leave them someplace so he could find them on his own. He’d probably prefer the latter.

You turned your attention back to the laundry. Daryl’s flannel shirt was ripped into pieces. Still the cloth might be useful as rags, padding, or to patch up his other shirts.  At any rate, either you or Daryl would certainly make use of them.

Your own t-shirt, once a bright yellow, would hereafter have a large rust-brown stain on it. It had been one of your favorites, too, so vivid and vibrant. As you rinsed out the clothes, a fanciful notion came to mind.

You remembered that phase in middle school when you and all your friends obsessively made friendship bracelets. You’d even learned how to make them out of old t-shirts.

Your mind flitted to the rope bracelet on your knife, and overcome with both nostalgia and affection, decided to make something similar for Daryl.

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Daryl made it to the afternoon before staying inside the stuffy farmhouse was making him lose his mind. A while after he finally got rid of Carol, Daryl grabbed your red backpack and Merle’s stash, and struggled out of the room and down the stairs.  He only stopped when he got to the porch steps. Then, he breathed in the fresh smell of wildflowers, grass, and wheat, while savoring the openness of the sky and the gentle breeze lifting the ends of his hair.

With a grunt, he lugged the tackle box and your backpack to the tent he shared with you.

The camp was humming with its usual activity. Even Carl was up and about, playing in the dirt with Sophia. Glenn and Dale were elbow deep in the engine of the RV, tinkering with the fickle thing, while T-Dog looked on.  Shane and Andrea were perched on top, keeping watch. Daryl supposed Rick was off somewhere, maybe talking with Hershel again.

You were sitting at the collapsible picnic table with Lori and Carol, sunshine beaming down on you as you helped the other two women string and snap beans. The sight of you hit him full force, right in the chest, so pretty and captivating, and—most importantly—his.

“Daryl!” Andrea exclaimed. “You’re up!”

He tore his gaze from you to watch Andrea clamber down off the RV.

“I can’t tell you how awful I feel,” she said. She held out a half-eaten candy bar. “Peace offering?”

He declined the offer. “You were protectin’ the group,” he told her.

The woman rambled on, but out of the corner of his eye, Daryl caught Shane staring down at him.

“What the hell happened to you out there, man?” Shane asked.

“Huntin’ accident,” Daryl grumbled, looking off into the distance. He wasn’t about to admit to everyone all his stupid ass mistakes out there (nor the hallucinations that got him home).

“Daryl?”

He spun around at the sound of your voice, his shame and embarrassment forgotten as you walked toward him, gazing up at him with wide, worried eyes. He felt everyone else watching him, and even though he wanted to wrap you in his arms, he only gave you a small nod.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed, bab—buddy,” you stammered.

He shrugged. “’m alright.” Truth was, he was in pain, but being all cooped up bothered him more than his injury.

Lori stood up from the table. “Good to see you’re going to be okay.  You want something to eat?”

He shook his head. All this attention somewhat overwhelming, he looked around camp, avoiding pairs of curious, watchful eyes.

His gaze settled on the clothesline, where his jeans were hanging. Ignoring everyone around him, he walked over and yanked the pants off the line.  He had to make sure the stitches were in there.

He heard your soft footsteps behind him. “What are you looking for?”

“Nothin’,” he mumbled, his face hot with embarrassment. He shoved a hand into each pocket; they were both empty. Furiously, he turned all the pockets inside out, even the back ones, but still, he couldn’t find the stitches.  He knew it shouldn’t matter. They were only short thin threads, but somehow the loss of them was almost unbearable.

You touched his elbow. “Daryl,” you whispered. “I need to show you something.” You moved to stand in front of him.

He gripped the jeans tightly in both fists to keep his hands from shaking.

You reached into your pocket, pulling out two braided lengths of…something.

You held the longer one in your open palm, showing it to him.

“I cut up our shirts and made a couple of bracelets…”

He dropped his jeans and snatched the braid from your hand. He recognized two strands from one of your t shirts, and the third one from the red and gold flannel shirt he wore yesterday. The yellow from your shirt picked up the goldenrod plaid from his own. His lip quivered. Down the center of the braid were a series of V-shaped black threads, the stitches.

“Do you…want to wear it?” you asked, voice full of uncertainty.

He nodded, unable to speak. Dropping the pants, he held out his left arm. You gave him a small, achingly sweet smile, then put the braid around his wrist.

You adjusted the ends. “Is this too tight? Too loose?”

“’s fine,” he croaked.

Nodding, you knotted the bracelet around his wrist. Then, in an echo of the time he gave you the paracord strap, you used your knife to cut off the loose ends of the braid.

You held up the other braid. “I made one for me, too.” This bracelet was slightly different. It had two strands from his shirt, one strand from yours, and it lacked the trail of V-shaped stitches. 

You blushed. “Do you want to help me put it on?”

Again, he nodded, gently taking your left wrist and tying the braid in place. He held your soft, supple hand in his, and blinked away his tears.

Then, suddenly forgetting his audience, Daryl’s hands were cupping your full, round cheeks, and he was pressing his mouth to yours. Fuck you tasted good, felt good. Kissing you took him to another plane of existence, where he didn’t have to think or worry, all he had to do was hold you close and let himself go.

Well, that was the case until Glenn shouted, “Oh, man! You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

Daryl reluctantly released you just in time to see Glenn handing T-Dog a packet of sunflower seeds.

“Easy bet,” T-Dog said, grinning and plopping a handful of seeds into his mouth.

“Sure was,” Carol agreed, getting up from the table.  Glenn grumbled and handed her a handful of sugar packets.

Daryl watched the entire scene, slack jawed.

“What is going on?” you demanded, your face flushed, hands on your hips.

Glenn sighed. “I thought it’d take the two of you until at least winter.  Now I gotta ride with Rick and listen to that stupid George Jones album on our next run.  Why’d you do it, man?”

“Oh hush, Glenn,” Carol said, and she walked over, pulling both Daryl and you into a hug.  “We’re all rooting for you.” She kissed Daryl’s cheek and then yours.

“Watch out. I got stitches,” Daryl mumbled, secretly enjoying Carol’s friendly gesture of approval.

However, he again saw Shane out of the corner of his eye. The former policeman was glowering down at you and Daryl.

Daryl put his arm around you and walked you back to the picnic table and sat you down. Arm snaking around your waist, he took out your Fällkniven, and sat beside you, facing the other way, pretending to look off in the distance while he was really keeping a close eye on the man atop the RV.

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Battle of the Bands

Rick Savage x Reader

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A/N: Thank you to @elliotts-personal-property for the idea and the band name 💖

The local pub was hosting a battle of the bands next weekend and our lovely vocalist decided to sign us up. The fact that there was only one other half decent band in Sheffield meant that we would be up against some band called Def Leppard.

Our band Killer Clover was a rock band, like Def Leppard, but what made us unusual was that we were an all female band. Not many rock bands were all female and for that sole reason not much was expected of us. 

Our lead singer Kari saw the poster for the battle of the bands and decided to sign us up. I wasn’t upset by any means, more worried that it would open us up to more ridicule. The rest of us consisted of Becca, the guitarist, Mimi, the drummer and me, the bassist. The four of us were trying to gather up enough money to hire out a studio to start recording our first album and the prize from the competition would help us to do so.

*

The afternoon of the competition, we had all gathered in the pub, getting set up. As it was two bands competing, we would have to share the small ‘stage’ area, we needed to leave enough room for Def Leppard to set up. Just as I was sorting out my bass, I heard a loud chatter coming from the entrance of the pub. Five men walked in, chattering loudly with each other. The man in the middle, was the tallest with curly hair and a contagious smile on his face. Surrounding him were three men with cases, presumably holding either guitars or a bass and a boy with drum sticks in his hands, he couldn’t have been much older than sixteen.

“I can’t believe it. Joe?” Kari called out as she glanced in the direction of the door.

“Kari?” Joe, I presumed, called back. Kari made her way over to where they all were and wrapped the man in a hug. When they let go she called all of us over. I was the last one to arrive and I stopped a short distance away, only for Mimi to grab my arm and drag me closer.

“This is the rest of my band, Becca, Mimi and Y/N.” Kari introduced us all with a smile.

“Well, this is Pete, Steve, Rick and Rick, or Sav” Joe pointed to each man with a smile that had yet to leave his face.

“We’re all just about set up, what about we get a round in whilst you’re all getting ready?” Kari asked. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and notice how ‘Sav’ did the same.

“Sounds good right lads.” Joe agreed, not really taking in the opinion of his band mates. With that Kari moved us all over to the bar. As she ordered I noticed Becca and Mimi looking over at the lads setting up.

“They’re cute aren’t they?” Becca giggled, twirling her hair and sending a wink over when Steve caught her staring.

“Yeah they are. What do you think Y/N?” Mimi asked.

“Whatever.” I shrugged trying to keep my eyes off of Sav who I deduced was the bassist, based on the fact that it was a bass that he pulled out of the case.

“Oh come on. You have to admit they are all adorable.” Mimi nudged me.

“They’re alright I guess. They’ll be even more alright after we beat them later.” I started letting my competitive side take over.

“And who said you’re gonna beat us?” A smooth voice asked from beside me. I turned and saw Sav standing next to me.

“Hello to you too.” I spoke while going back to my drink. 

“Oh hi guys, here are your drinks, next round’s on you.” Kari came back with a tray of drinks.

“Thanks love.” Joe said, grabbing his and handing out the rest. There was obvious tension between me and Sav as we were the only ones not engaging in one of the multiple conversations going on around the table.

I had completely zoned out at one point. I couldn’t see the point in having a drink with the band we were up against but everyone else seemed to be having a good time. It wasn’t until my name was called out that I was snapped out of my daze.

“...earth to Y/N.” Mimi was waving her hand in front of my face.

“Sorry.” I smiled sheepishly, trying to ignore the laughter that my daydreaming had caused.

“We were just talking about how Joe and Kari went to school together.” 

“That’s great.” I smiled. I heard a small scoff from across the table.

“Yes?” I asked Sav as he rolled his eyes again.

“Nothing.” He shrugged before moving his attention to where Pete and Rick were talking to Becca. 

“Do I sense some hostility?” Mimi whispered in my ear.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t play dumb with me Y/N. The two of you have hardly said two words and when you do speak it is to swipe at each other.”

“Something about him irks me is all.” I reasoned.

“Sure, or it’s that you fancy him.”

“I do not fancy him.” I said a bit too loudly, gaining some attention.

“Who does Y/N fancy?” Kari asked from across the table.

“No one.” I told her wanting the conversation to come to an end. Mimi just giggled at my reaction and for the rest of the afternoon I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched.

*

It was finally time for the battle of the bands to start. There wasn’t a particularly large turnout but there were enough people to make me nervous. The less people, the more intimate and the more likely you are to pick a face out of the crowd. We were also going first so the pressure to put on a memorable performance was high. 

Whilst we were playing, I couldn’t help but notice that Def Leppard were watching us intently. Still, we played to the best of our abilities and more, needing to win the prize to be able to afford a recording studio. When we finished the small set, we were met with applause. That was about it as we moved off of the ‘stage’ area and swapped with Def Leppard.

Their set went by and even I had to admit, they were good. The way that they all worked together, it was obvious to any fool that they were going to go places. I couldn’t help the smile that overtook my face as I watched them. The energy that Joe brought, the way that each of them were like a puzzle piece that fit perfectly together. 

After they had finished performing, the rather unenthusiastic landlord came up to our shared table. 

“I don’t care who won and neither does anyone else here. Split the prize between the two of you and we’ll sort out when you both can come back here and play.” Was all he said before he dropped the money in two piles on the table, one in front of Kari and one in front of Joe. Suddenly any tension between me and Sav disappeared. It was obvious that once the small competition was finished and neither of us lost, there was no need to be competitive.

“Sorry if I appeared standoffish.” I apologised to the man sitting next to me.

“Nah, it’s all good.” He grinned. His smile was contagious as I looked at him and I ended up having to look away from him to stop myself from looking like a complete idiot.

“Can I get you another drink?” He asked, tapping the table next to my empty glass. 

“Sure.” I smiled.

“C’mon then.” He beckoned me to get up with him so that we could go to the bar together. I followed him over and Sav ordered both of our drinks. The two of us stood there talking for a while and we lost track of time.

It wasn’t until Mimi came over to us to let us know that everyone was leaving that I even realised how late it was. 

“I suppose I best get going as well.” I told Sav as I stood up.

“Can I walk you home?”

“Sure I only live about ten minutes away.” I told him as we made our way out of the pub. The two of us continued talking as we made our way back to my flat.

“So this is me.” I told him as we stood outside my front door.

“Can I see you again?” Sav asked as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Sure. You free next Saturday?” I asked, feeling confident after spending the last few hours getting to know him.

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up at six.” Sav said as his blue eyes gazed into mine.

I felt myself move slowly forward in a sort of trance as did Sav. Soon enough his lips brushed against mine in a soft kiss. It quickly became more passionate and I gripped onto his curly hair to help ground myself. One of his hands found my hip and he pulled my body close to him. My other hand made its way to his shoulder. I was slightly worried we would run out of oxygen but I couldn’t find it in me to care enough to pull away.

There was something about him that was addictive. The two of us stood there for a while kissing and I was pretty sure that one of my neighbours walked past us. When we eventually pulled away, Sav brushed his fingers against my cheek.

“I’ll see you Saturday.” Was all he said before he stepped back and waited for me to go inside. Once I was safely indoors I made my way over to the sofa and fell onto it. Beaming to myself and thinking that Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

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[rockinnrollin]

I Love You.

As requested by an anon!🫶

Warnings: Like one swear word :)

Word Count: 271 words

Pairing: Rick Savage X Reader

A/N: Hello everyone! Just this little Sav fluff for you today, hope you like it! :)

(Photo creds to original owner :) )

You started to play with the new wedding band placed on your finger behind his neck where your arms had been resting. Feeling you do so, Sav reached around and gently took your hand into his own, touching the band while doing so. He brought your hand to his lips while looking at you and gave it a soft kiss.

“I love you, Y/N Savage.” He smiled, blue eyes sparkling.

“I love you too, Rick Savage.” You replied, gently stroking his hand.

Despite going through the whole ordeal the previous day, you still found it hard to believe the man in front of you was your husband. He let go of your hand and moved his own up to you to push the hair out of your face. He leant in and gave your forehead a light kiss, so light it almost didn’t feel like it happened.

Before he could lay back down, you pulled him down to give him a real kiss. You cold feel his smile getting bigger as he kissed you.

“I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” You said.

Before Sav could reply you heard a knocking at the hotel room door.

“Sav, Y/N, hurry up. Your gonna miss the cab home.” Joe shouted from the other side.

“And Joe too, I suppose.”

Sav let out a laugh.

“You’ve managed this long, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” He said as he started to sit up. As he did so, he pressed another kiss to your forehead. “Now move your arse before he knocks down this door and drags us out of it.”

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[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

A Magical Mysteria (Def Leppard x Reader)

Normally in this space I'd tell you how I started writing this over a year ago and how I'm FINALLY posting it- but I didn't start writing this last year. I started writing this last week. I thought of, and wrote, this all in one night bc honestly... I was high. The idea came and I just rolled with it. I wasn't planning to have another fic to post so soon, and I felt it was only right to post it on Hysteria's 35th anniversary!

(illustration by me! this story is dedicated to @amiscreations bc this is all her fault)

Words: 1,943

Prompt: 1986, you and the Leppard boys all get high around the fire one night. Sav and Phil have a new song for the next album, and you get them to play it for everyone...

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July 28th, 1986

Dublin, Ireland

The bright orange flames continued to make the wood crackle and pop underneath it, just as they had done for so long already. Overhead, the navy blue midnight sky stretched from one end of your vision to the next. 

Orange and blue, you realized; complementary colors. That fiery, orange glare from the campfire was complemented by the blue night. From this glare, there came a hug full of decadent heat that wrapped around you.

Above you and this artistic intertwining of colors were the twinkling, tiny, glittery bits in space sparkled like some kind of midnight snow. Underneath this intensely still display was cold grass prickling at your skin. You could feel every single blade against your back; like a million tiny fingers poking at you. 

As the blue sky slowly spun in a circle far above where you lay, you felt the hand you were holding gently clasp yours. It grounded you only to the being that it was attached to- not the earth itself. 

You and Sav were high, all right. You were both very high and floating through space together; you and him. Among the complementary colors of the fire and the great wide open, you flew. 

Suddenly, the sensation of something holding your other hand came about. You'd forgotten about the other man you were with. When he reminded you of his presence with his grasp, Phil grounded half of you back to the earth while the other half was still in the sky with Sav.

It was fine with you if you were in between worlds for a little while. There was nothing in your way currently. Nothing stood between you and the infinite beyond.

Joe's face randomly came into view as he looked down at you. He almost completely overshadowed the sky with his hair flopping straight down towards your face.

"Helloo, Y/n? You there on mars yet?" his head tilted from side to side before he cackled and delightfully strolled away from you, Sav, and Phil on the ground. His intention, it seemed, was to ridicule you for being high while he was in quite the same condition. 

As you blinked, reality came walking back in. You sat up off the ground, letting go of Sav and Phil's hands. You observed the scene around the fire a few yards away. Everyone partaking in this gathering were still in another world- all of them. 

Joe was stepping around and moving his hips to the strumming that Steve was doing. Next to Steve, Rick sat there practicing drumming with his left foot to the beat of Steve's playing. More of your friends- Mike, Russell, Mal, and a few local Irishmen being among them- were either laughing, dancing, or wresting each other.

While the late summer chill in the air didn't affect everyone's skin, breaths were visible against the atmosphere.

"Christ, how long were we up there for?" you asked the men laying on the grass on either side of you.

"Beats me," Phil's eyes remained fixed on above, "I'm still there."

"Me too," Sav seconded, "Still on a magic carpet ride."

You chuckled, crossing your legs and closing your eyes. You pictured yourself swaying on a magic carpet ride as Sav had said, humming the specific tune that was playing loudly in your head from earlier that day. 

After a moment, the magic carpet disappeared. You floated back down against the grass like a leaf, laying flat once more. 

Rolling over to Sav, you felt his body heat radiate against you like the campfire, and you swore you heard him humming the same tune you were. He rolled over in your direction, too, threw an arm over you, and touched his forehead to yours.

You were floating through space together again. There was perfect sync and perfect harmony all around you, and ample, delicate warmth caressing you both.

Just like last time, Joe's face appeared over both of yours again.

"What's that you're humming, now?" his eyebrows scrunched together.

"Never heard that one before," Mike remarked, further away.

Steve, a few yards away at the fire, commented, "Yeah, sounds like you're tryin' to summon something."

You and Sav opened your eyes, both giggling together. Phil began to laugh close by as well. Rick, in his warped state, caught on to the contagious laughter as well, slapping his knee and wheezing.

"Rick, why are you laughing?" Phil sat up, "You don't know our little secret...!"

"It's funny cos- I don't know why we're laughing-!" Rick continued to laugh so hard at himself, he fell off his makeshift seat and backwards onto the grass. Russell and Mal began silently laughing at him as a result. 

"But what is that tune?" Steve pressed again, seemingly mesmerized by the little song to the point where he tried to figure it out on his guitar. 

"It's something we've been workin' on," Sav's head tilted sweetly. 

"Just a little thing for the new album, hopefully. We had these two-" Phil formed an invisible ball with his hands, "-these two little bits, and they fit perfectly together somehow, then before we knew it- BAM-!" he loudly slapped his hands together, "We got an embryo of a song."

"And you, mister Zeff-" you sternly pointed at Joe, "You didn't like it!"

"What d'you mean, princess?" he sarcastically pointed back, "Better watch what you say!"

"I played it for you last week, and you said it was-" Sav rolled his eyes so hard he almost fell over, then put up air quotes, "'too much like a Police song'."

"But it's perfect and is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard," you insisted, "And Phil thinks so, too!"

"Yeah! Wait, no I don't," Phil caught himself, "It's lovely, but I'm not in love with it-"

"And Phil thinks so, too," you insisted again to Joe. You gasped a little, then looked between the guys on either side of you, "Ooh, that's right- you haven't played it to anyone yet... you should do that now, for everyone!"

In a daze of events you weren't sure of- trying to get everyone's attention, corralling them back around the fire, Sav and Phil locating their respective guitars, and each of them taking another hit of a blunt- you seemed to have only blinked before everyone was circled back at the flames. Rick was sitting next to you, now, and everyone was gathered as if this were a sacred ritual. In your eyes, it was. Anything that was made for Def Leppard's fourth album had to be sacred. 

On a night like this, everything felt sacred.

Looking up at those dark, navy blue heavens above you, you whispered, "This was just meant for tonight."

"Shh!" Joe smushed a finger to his lips. You stuck your tongue out at him just before the music began.

Sav counted in the song, both he and Phil then proceeding to pluck and strum it into existence. At that moment, it felt like outer space had descended upon all of you there. It was as if the circle of people around the campfire had begun to slowly rotate as one. 

None of the floating or spinning alarmed you; what did was the fact that Sav was playing lead. After all, it was his song, in a way. 

You weren't the first person to hear Sav's new jangly idea, but you felt honored that you were the only one there besides the musicians who had heard what became of it.

Everyone was captivated by the trance they created; it took them all on that magic carpet ride the three of you had been on earlier. It was an experience both magical and mysterious. 

Phil went from a D, to a G, to a C as he began to softly sing, "I gotta know tonight... if you're alone tonight..."

Sav joined in for the next part, "Can't stop this feeling... can't stop this fire..."

When they reached an empty section in E minor (most likely where a chorus would later be), you could've sworn you saw the music itself fly up into the beyond along with the fire. It was an offering, it felt like. It was nothing short of simply divine.

Perhaps Steve was right, earlier; perhaps they were trying to summon something.

At the end of the chorus, Phil stopped playing. This left Sav to end their ditty with his melody again. He let it fade out on the last note, and everyone watched, speechless.

Rick's head was now slumped on your shoulder, your head leaning on his. Those bouncy curls tickled the side of your face, and his body heat mixed with that of the fire.

You patted his lap and said, "They don't have a name for it, yet, or any other lyrics, but I think it's my favorite so far. And it's hardly even done yet..."

Standing up, you waltzed back over to the spot on the ground where you and the two guitarists had been laying before. As if you mentally called them, they both put down their guitars and went back over to join you. Resuming your former positions of being hand-in-hand with each other, you stared back up at the glitter in the sky. Only, this time, you began to whistle the tune of the song just played by them. 

As you rejoined your flight into the midnight depths, you faintly heard chatter back at the fire.

"I think it's all gonna be okay," Russell stared into the flames, resting his head on his hand, "All this insanity is gonna be worth it."

He didn't have to clarify what he was talking about; you were all in sync enough with each other to understand.

"I dunno," Rick disagreed, "I think we're all still sane. Maybe it's the grass."

No one was allowed to speak of any worries that night- it was a rule that did not need to be spoken.

"I like it," Joe remarked, "The song, I mean- not the grass. Well- I mean- I like the grass, too."

He laughed loudly at himself and began to play Sav and Phil's new song on an invisible guitar, "But it's a bit magical, don't you think? And it sounded like it's..." his eyes closed, "...blue."

"But I don't think it was quite sad," Steve told him, "What were you listenin' to?"

Joe corrected his friend, "No, no, I mean it sounds like the color blue. Dark blue; violet, even- Like that sky up there..."

He pointed straight up, tilting his head back to look to the heavens. Everyone still at the fire did the same. 

"Hypnotizing like the sky, too... makin' me lift up off my feet..." his hands reached slowly upwards, "I can feel it... can't you?"

Mike's head resumed staring ahead of him, "But I thought you didn't even like this song before-?"

"Never said that," Joe's hands rested on top of his head as he giggled, "Really like it now, though."

Joe's high mind was correct; you were being lifted up and engulfed in the color blue as you kept whistling the tune. You were taking Phil and Sav along with you- higher and higher- as the ground underneath rose up towards the midnight beyond like a pedestal.

And yes, you could feel it. 

"We're not too high, are we?" you asked both of them.

"Nah," Sav denied gently, "Not like we're hysterical or anything."

"To us, you are," Rick turned around to stare at the three of you and snicker, "Cos' we all seem to be real experienced with bloody hysteria."

"Yeah, we are," Phil squeezed your hand and let the sky envelop him, "That we are."

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Masterlist 🐆

- here is a short list of my works at the moment, but more to come in the future! requests are open so please feel free to message me or send an ask. i am working on two requests at the moment so i cannot promise getting yours done right away, but i’d be glad to complete them as soon i can:) happy reading my luvs 🫶

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ONESHOTS

Welcome Home - Def Leppard x Reader ☁️

I Wanna Touch You - Joe Elliott x Reader (Part One) 😏

I Wanna Touch You - Joe Elliott x Reader (Part Two) 🔥

Comin’ Under Fire - Rick Savage x Reader 🔥

FICS

coming in the future…

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[littlemissheavenonearth]

The Dancer and the Rockstar Pt 4 {Joe Elliott x Reader}

Sorry for making y’all wait for part 4. Here it is now! I hope you like it!

Y/N woke up at around 8 in the morning, the boys seemed to be asleep. Joe is really pretty when he is sleeping, Did I say that out loud?

She went into the main cabin and tried to find something to eat in the fridge. She found some toast and a little container of butter. This was her favorite breakfast, Tahlia made it for her all the time. 

While spreading the butter on the toast, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist. 

“Good morning, my love,” Said the all too familiar voice of Joe Elliott, as he rested his head on her shoulder. 

“Good morning, Joey,” She whispered to him, “Want some toast?”

“I’d love some toast,” She nodded and handed a slice to him. They both sat at the table and ate in silence. 

“I’m excited for the rest of the tour, now that I'm with you, I will surely enjoy it a lot more,” Joe grinned. That stupid smile, the stupid adorable smile. She couldn’t deny that she was developing a crush on her bestfriend. God, I love him. 

“I’m excited too,” The girl smiled. It came out a little more high-pitched than she had hoped. 

“You ok?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine…” She trailed off, which didn’t make it anymore convincing. 

“Good morning,” Said a sleepy Steve with a light red almost pink robe on and dark red slippers.

“Mornin’” Joe and Y/N respond at the same time. Joe sat on the couch as the dancer cleaned the dish that once had toast on it. She hummed a little bit of “High N’ Dry (Saturday Night)”. 

“Saturday Night,” She hummed, “High…”

“Saturday Night, high n’ dry….” Joe sang with her. 

“You two sound good together,” Steve smiled and sipped on his tea. 

“Yeah, you do,” Sav said as he walked out into the main cabin. 

“Thanks guys,” The girl smiled and went to sit next to Joe on the couch, “So, where is the next show?” 

“We are leaving to go to London  for the show tonight, so we are on our way over there now.” Sav responded and Y/N looked out the window. She loved London, even though she had only been once before her mother died. 

“I haven’t been in years,” She whispered. Suddenly, all of these memories rushed back to her and she sighed, “I had gone with my family and we had good times,”

“Wait,” Joe started, now realizing that he hadn’t seen Y/N’s mother or father when they went to the apartment, “Where are your parents?” 

“Oh, you don’t know,” The girl looked down, “Mother died a few years ago and father didn’t want to deal with me alone, so he left.” 

Joe went to hug his bestfriend, her mom was a wonderful person. He loved her and hearing this news felt like he was stabbed in the heart. Joe began to cry, he had never cried in front of the boys, but he did not care. Y/N also began to cry, she loved her mother. She was a very kind woman, she loved to bake and take care of animals, yeah, Y/N lived with 3 dogs and 4 cats. 

“Joey, it’ll be ok, she’s still with us, in here.” The girl pointed to her heart, Joe nodded as the tears he cried began to decrease. 

“I know, it’s just, I didn’t get to say a proper goodbye to her,” Joe stated.

A 13 year old Y/N and her father rushed to the hospital to see her mother. She was in the hospital because she had cancer. Y/N almost refused to go to the hospital knowing that her mother was going to leave. 

“Dad, I don’t want to go,” The girl whispered.

“Don’t you want to say goodbye?”

“Yes, but it’s hard, I wish I didn’t have to say goodbye,” The girl’s mother had made her feel safe in a world so truculent. A sort of emptiness filled her life after that day. 

Y/N and her dad entered the hospital room and noticed that mother was awake. 

“Oh, Y/N, baby, come here,” 

“Mom!” Y/N rushed over to the bed and hugged her mother, “I love you, I love you, I love you!” She repeated over and over, as if she hadn’t said it enough in her past. 

“I-I know you do,” Her mother stated, “I love you more than you will ever know!”

“Mom….” The girl whispered, tears falling on the bed.

“Don’t cry, my love. I will always be here,” Her mother struggled to point to the girl's heart.  

“No, no, no…..” The girl trailed off.

“Tell your bestfriend, Joe, I say bye,” She said and grinned weakly. The last moments of Y/N and her mom came quicker than the girl ever imagined. Her mother passed away while holding the girl's hand and there was a special feeling about that. 

“Good bye, my love,” Her mother said and closed her eyes, letting herself go. Then, all of a sudden, the world went dark, the vacuous feeling filled her world. 

For a week she lived with her dad, but he really did not want to have to deal with a teenager, so he left. The girl woke and went to find her dad, but he just wasn’t anywhere around the house. She had tears streaming down her cheeks as she left the house to go to her dance studio. She then found Tahlia at the front desk, Tahlia was kind of like Y/N’s second mother. She was the woman that the girl trusted most after her mother.

“Sweetie, you don’t have practice today, what are you doing here?” Lia questioned. The girl began to explain all that had happened in the past week, again tears, and lots of them. Tahlia tried to comfort her, but it only made her sadness worse.  At the end of the conversation, Tahlia asked Y/N something that made her smile again after so long. 

“Y/N honey, I can possibly arrange for you to move into my apartment and you can live with me and my husband.” 

“Yes, yes, yes!” The dancer cried, she was so lucky to have found Tahlia. She went in to hug the woman and then she whispered, “Thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem, honey,” Tahlia loved the fact that she could help young kids going through things like this. Y/N made Tahlia happy and she wanted to see the girl happy. 

“I am so sorry, love,” Said Steve, holding the girl’s hand. The boys all nodded in agreement to Steve’s statement and they all went in to hug the girl and Joe. 

“That’s all in the past now, I miss mother, of course, but she would want me to be happy,” 

The rest of the morning the group finished eating breakfast and got ready. Three hours later, they made it to the venue in London, but the group went for a walk instead of staying at the venue. 

“It’s just as beautiful as I remember it…” Y/N smiled. Joe walks right next to her with a smile on his face. Y/N notices and smiles again, but she also puts her hand in his and he squeezes it. There was a kind of spark when he held her hand and butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

She blushed, I hope he likes me back….

#def leppard #joe elliott #steve clark #phil collen #rick allen #rick savage #joe elliott x reader #Rocksy’s fic #Part 4

[littlegodzilla]

Hi there!! I had an idea for a request which is more of a drabble or maybe just a small thought for you to make into something that you love maybe? Based after the saviours and at Sanctuary when Daryl goes to lead them and reader goes with him to help but ends up helping Daryl push through some ptsd (or something like that).

Hi Anon!!

Sorry for taking me too long but I really wanted to write your request I liked it and I never wrote something like that before and I wanted to try.

I hope you'll like it!

And sorry for the waiting again!!

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Easy Street.

Daryl Dixon x Reader.

One shot.

Anon Request.

Warnings: Fighting. PTSD. Hurt/Comfort.

Post Negan. Santuary.

Words: 2300.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @lilythemadqueen @twdeadfanfic @darylsgarden @green-eyedladywrites @srhxpci @xxtinasxxblog @hail-yourselves

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"Rick, I don't think this is doing Daryl any good." You say to your leader one day when you return to Alexandria.

The war with Negan is finally over, the man has been defeated, reduced in a cell where he will never see the light of day again until Rick really decides what to do with him, because Carl didn't want him to kill him and Rick was fulfilling his son's wishes. No one shared his decision, you had all lost too much to that sadistic and savage man, but Rick had always led you well and you decided to trust him once again.

However the idea of putting Daryl in charge of the Sanctuary you think is too much. He clearly hasn't gotten over everything that happened to him in there and he doesn't share it, not with you, but not with Carol either you know that with her he's always had much more trust for everything, but he seems broken, a little old toy that can't find his place and you hate to see him like that. That's why you decided to go with him all the way to the Sanctuary to help him put that whole place back in its place, you know he can do it, he's not an idiot, but you don't want anything bad to happen to him.

"Has Daryl said anything to you?"

"No, you know how he is, he never says anything, but that place is obviously not good for him."

"I need him there, he's the person I trust the most, I know he'll get through his demons and help those people." Rick assures you before continuing on with his own tasks.

You don't doubt that Daryl will get over it one day, because he's strong, because he always has been, you've fought through worse, you've come out of it all, but Daryl is fighting this all by himself, he's not letting anyone help him and that worries you.

Leaving Rick in Alexandria you return with a pickup truck full of supplies and crops to try to get something to grow there, it's frustrating; the factory ground is so coarse and hard that nothing grows there, you're barely lucky that the corn gets big enough to be able to make oil for the vehicles' engines with it and keep some electronics running, but the rest dies before it grows enough.

You sigh parking the van in the huge factory yard, there where they used to keep the Walkers tied up and torture their prisoners, now you have placed the corn crops among other things, it is the largest space with sunshine and easy access to water. You get out of the car greeting some of the Saviors who approach you.

Not everyone makes things easy, not everyone has accepted that their leader has been imprisoned, some are still loyal to Negan, maybe that's also what has Daryl in tension, but many others have accepted the new situation, they want to stay alive, they accept being in the Sanctuary as punishment, they are hungry but follow Rick and Daryl's orders, some collaborate more and strive for things to be well and easy for everyone.

Laura is one of them, Negan's right hand, feisty and acid tongue, at first she was not in a position to help anyone, but now you even think you have become friends. You don't trust each other blindly, but you don't consider her a threat. You are starting to unload everything with the help of a few people when you hear shouting inside the factory. Instinctively you put yourself on guard holding the gun you carry in the waistband of your pants, Laura comes out of the building in a hurry and when she sees you she seems to look relieved.

That doesn't help you.

"You've finally arrived, Daryl's gone crazy!" She says when she reaches you.

"What, what happened?"

"I don't know, he suddenly turned and started hitting one of the guys. No one was able to separate them."

"Fuck, Daryl..."

You run with the others inside the building, as the blonde has told you, there is a group running around and in the middle is Daryl holding someone under his body without stopping hitting, over and over again, grunting and panting like a wild animal.

This was what you feared the most.

"Daryl, stop it!" You run to him and pull hard on his body.

You know you don't have the strength to move him, Daryl is all muscle and nerve right now, using his whole body to deliver harder punches, you stagger, but you try again, screaming in frustration and punch him in the back.

"Daryl, I said enough!" you yell once more pulling at his arm as he tries to puch him again.

In the struggle you take the blow, you don't even realize it, now that you've managed to pin him down others help you get him off of him. Daryl fights like a wounded and cornered animal, you get him to look at you and then you slap him hard. Everything suddenly goes silent, you can only hear your agitated breaths. You can see that Daryl is struggling to come to his senses, but at the same time the anger is still overpowering him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Daryl!"

"He was singing!" he shouts and you raise your eyebrows in surprise. "He was singing that fucking song!" He's hysterical and you don't understand a thing.

"What are you talking about!"

"Fuck ya!" he yells at you and shoves you quickly walking away.

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Your eye hurts like hell, you never thought someone could hit you that hard and he wasn't even aiming. Clearly that man has the strength of a truck. You sigh as you walk through the huge factory halls doing your surveillance rounds. After the little stunt that morning people are a bit shocked and upset, you understand them but at the same time you know that Daryl must have a good excuse to have done something like that, you don't know exactly which one, but you trust him. You are about to turn around in the wide pavilion when you hear noise above one of the catwalks, you look up and discover Daryl looming there, your heart starts pounding violently.

"Daryl, wait!" You call out to him running towards the catwalk stairs and climb up until you reach him.

"What? what's with that face? Y'think I was gonna throw myself off?" There's irony in his voice but there's anger too. You sigh and shrug.

"I don't know... Would you?"

"Nah, I haven't gone through all this shit to kill myself now, besides... I wouldn't die, I'd turn into one of those things... I'd take out some of those motherfuckers..."

"That wouldn't be fair... because I'd have to stop you... and I'd be unable to kill you..." You whisper looking at him out of the corner of your eye, you see him relax too, he chews his lip and grunts nodding his head.

You smile too, you feel he's back to his usual Daryl self, at least in that instant, you missed him. Then you see him frown, he moves closer to you and holds your chin turning your face a little. You know what he's looking at and you swallow hard.

"What happened to ya?" He is clearly unaware of when he hit you. You shake your head and hold his hand.

"It's nothing, this morning I took a hit helping Rick, nothing more." You smile because you don't want him to feel like it's his fault. It was just a mistake.

Daryl hums low letting go of you to lean on the railing of the catwalk again, you watch him closely, there is something inside him that is fighting to want to get out, but he holds it back with all his might. You reach over and rest a hand on his back, you feel him tense under your touch.

"Daryl, what happened this afternoon?" You ask him softly.

"What happened? Ya wanna know what happened?" he hisses angrily, clenching his fists on the metal bar.

"Please, you can talk to me about anything you need to. I'm here..."

"It happens to me that I shouldn't be here!" he explodes and almost scares you. "It happens to me that this shitty place should be reduced to ashes! It happens to me that these people should be dead because so many are still loyal to Negan! It happens to me that that son of a bitch should be dead!"

"Daryl..."

"No! He's taken everything from us! Food! Our home! He's killed our people!" he continues to yell loudly. "And Rick has left him alive!"

"Rick did what I thought he did..."

"No, don't tell me he did it 'cause it was the right thing to do... That we're here is the right thing to do too?"

"Rick trusts you, he knows you'll help these people, I'll help you..."

"Rick doesn't know shit! I don't care about these people!"

"Don't say that... Daryl, I know you, I know..."

"Ya dunno me!" He bursts out again and closes the distance between you. "Ya dunno shit about me!"

"That's not true, we've traveled together for a long time, Daryl I know what you're like."

"Y'know what I've wanted ya to know about me. just like everyone else! But ya dun know anything about me, NOTHING! I'm ain't a good person, never have been, we all play save our asses, that's all that matters."

"That's not..."

"What, that's not true? Yain't have a clue. I shouldn't be here, this place... everything that's happened here... Rick brought me here without asking me, ordering me around, because I'm the good guy, because I'm the one who always helps, the leader next to the leader. Bullshit! I didn't ask for any of this!"

"Daryl, calm down..."

"Or what? Yer afraid I'll hit ya again?" Daryl is breathing heavily through his nose, you can see his chest rise and fall rapidly. "Y'think I didn't know? I really thought ya'd tell me it was me hoping for an apology, but ya told me that shit." You don't know if he's more angry at you for lying to him or at himself.

"It was nothing, you didn't hit me on purpose." You shrug. "It doesn't hurt."

"It wasn't on purpose, so it's okay?"

"For God's sake, Daryl, stop it! What's really wrong with you!" You grab him by the shoulders to make him look at you.

"It's this damn place! It all reminds me of what I've been through here! And that guy this afternoon I was making my rounds and all of a sudden he started singing that damn song and I..." He falls silent and lowers his head.

There it is again, that song, you have no idea what he's talking about, but it's clear that something very strong has happened to him and that song, whatever it is, is the key to everything. You caress his cheek, you feel him struggle a little against you, but he still doesn't lift his head, it's evident that all the rage he had inside has vanished and he has lost all his strength.

"They played it over and over again... non-stop, every time they came to my cell, no matter the time, no matter the moment. It was always there... they tortured me, they treated me like a dog... they even gave me dog food, they kept my clothes, they made me look at Glenn's picture every day..."

He's speaking in whispers, but you hear it all, still holding him by the shoulders, his hair brushes your cheek and you feel his body tremble under your touch, it's almost imperceptibly, but you know what's happening to him.

"That guy started singing and suddenly I saw myself back in that cell, with nothing, eating dog food, letting Negan fuck me over, watching you all die and I..." His voice sounds broken and you feel tears fall down your cheeks.

You shush him and embrace him, pressing his head against your chest, stroking his hair as if he were a small child, Daryl hesitates for a second but his arms wrap around your body, his hands dig into your back and he presses you against him so hard you're afraid he'll break you, but you don't hesitate, you rock him in your arms letting him cry silently, his face hidden in your neck.

You don't say anything, you let him unburden himself, let him release everything he has been accumulating during all this time. It is clear that Rick has made a mistake taking Daryl there, that place is bad for the archer, it is poison for those wounds that have not yet finished healing completely. You feel that his grip is weaker now, surely recovering little by little, but still unable to face you, now it is shame that dominates him. He has shown himself to you vulnerable and hurt, it's too embarrassing and uncomfortable for him, you could never make fun of something like that, but some things about Daryl never change.

"I'm sorry..." You hear him say and he slowly breaks away. You smile pushing his hair away from his face. All the anger in his gaze is gone, the stormy sea that was his blue irises are now calm again. You shrug your shoulders shaking your head.

"Why?"

"I shouldn't have hit ya... I didn't mean to, it was..."

"An accident, Daryl, I told you, you have nothing to worry about."

"An accident I could have avoided..."

"Stop torturing yourself, please. If you had hit me on purpose, I would have kicked you in the balls and we'd be having a completely different conversation right now." You joke, you see him a smile falter on his mouth and snort through his nose.

"Of course..."

"We'll talk to Rick, okay? We'll figure something out, we'll get away from this place, you'll never have to come back..."

"It's not just that..."

"I know, but we'll figure it out, little by little." You smile and hold his hand tightly. "You're not alone, Daryl."

His gaze bores into you, intense, heavy, your body shudders because you've never felt the man examine you with such intensity. He nods and grunts low, giving his approval to your plan. Your smile widens further if possible and this time it is you who embraces him. The two of you stand there in silence, on the catwalk, the night inside the Sanctuary watching over you.

The End...

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I know you said a drabble but I couldn't stop writing I really liked the idea.

I hope it was what you expected!

See you in the next stories!!

#my stuff #norman reedus #normanreedus #daryl dixon #daryldixon #twd fanfiction #ask me #one shot #anon request #negan era #post negan #santuary #the saviors #hurt/comfort #ptsd #daryl x reader

[of-stars-and-chaos]

Welcome to my blog, heathens!

Thought I'd do a proper blog intro, lol. I'll probably edit and add things to this as time goes on.

For starters, this is a strictly 18+ blog, please do not interact if you are a minor!

I write and reblog smut fics mostly about villains and morally grey anti-heroes.

Some of my work features dark themes and the heavier kinks like dub-con/non-con, so if you are uncomfortable with that please do not engage with fics where that is tagged. I'm not only into hardcore stuff though I'm also a sucker for fluff and comfort!

Fandoms I like to write for:

JC Avatar

Marvel

The Witcher

Star Wars

Rick and Morty

LotR + RoP

Overwatch

Arcane

Characters I like to write for:

Colonel Miles Quaritch (and the Recoms by extension)

Loki (any kind of Loki, lmao)

Sigma- Sieben De Kuiper

Ramattra

Moira

Thrawn

Darth Maul

Savage Opress

Silco

Sevika

Rick Sanchez

Fic Masterlist:

Suppressants (JC Avatar | Quaritch, Lyle, Mansk, Zhang x fem Recom character/reader | NSFW) part 1 part 2

Lamb (Marvel | King Loki x reader | NSFW)