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hello! could you do a daryl x reader, where instead of daryl getting kidnapped and tortured by the saviors it’s reader? she escapes and comes home on her own, traveling for days without food or water and severely injured. scars, gashes, maybe a facial wound? she returns to alexandria, but it extremely out of it and on auto pilot to deal with what she went through? you decide the rest<3

Of course! Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like it<3

Safe at last

The saviours were all monsters. All of them. They were evil, cruel and blood thirsty. They and their leader, Negan. Gods did you hate him. He was purely a bastard. Nothing more nothing less. You hated him with your whole being and wouldn’t rest until he was dead on the ground in front of your feet. You hated him more than words could describe from the way he was so cocky and nonchalant about killing your family. The people who had your back every second of every day. But you and all of them were all weak the night Abrahams death… no- murder. Occurred. Abrahams death was awful enough let alone Glenn’s unwarranted killing. The cracks of their skulls were something you’d never ever forget in your whole entire life the agony they must’ve felt the blood spurting out from their skulls reminding you and your family that you weren’t in control. He was. The saviours were. They were cruel bastards and wouldn’t stop until you and the Alexandrians knew that you were not in control.

You couldn’t think of anything worse than your friends being killed and nothing could ever amount to the pain you felt but this new scenario you were in was starting to drive you to absolute insanity. You had been locked in this damned room for days… weeks… months… you had lost count of how many days you had been locked in here. The saviours had kidnapped you straight after Glenn and Abrahams death and it was like a total slap in the face. Not only were her family suffering with the death of Glenn and Abraham but they were also suffering because they didn’t know whether you had been killed or simply hurt. You wanted to go home more than anything. You wanted to be in Daryl’s arms and have him comfort you. On the night the saviours kidnapped you daryl tried to stop it he really did. He attempted to fight Negan but that didn’t help the situation. You were vulnerable and weak against the saviours and you could do absolutely nothing to stop them from taking you and so that’s how you ended up here in a cold dark room disorientated and absolutely broken. Your lip had been busted up from trying to fight Dwight back but he ultimately won. You were tough, yess you fought back desperately but you weren’t tough enough.

The memories of what Negan did swayed around your head like a merciless nightmare “you can breathe you can blink you can cry… hell you’re all gonna be doing that” the cruelness in his tone was going to forever break your heart the cries that left your lips, maggies lips- everyone’s. That day was a day of nightmares and it would haunt you forever. That day was the day you knew you absolutely hated Negan and wouldn’t ever forgive him no matter what. He was a cruel bastard and got amusement from your pain. That’s why you swore to never stop fighting back until he was dead. The memories were awful and horrified you. They left you weak and hurt. Broken-hearted. You should’ve done more you could’ve done more to stop them from dying. You just wanted nothing more than to kill the bastard and get revenge for you and your family- get justice for Glenn and Abraham. Trust me. You most definitely would get justice no matter what. You’d make sure he suffered the way you and everyone else did. You’d make sure he regretted his decision of ever messing with you and your family.

Disorientation started setting in the day you arrived the dark room being the only thing you ever saw anymore. Silence filled your head your vision blurry from a mix of tears, blood and tiredness. Your head was pounding as you knew you were going to die here. You were going to die. Simple. The silence was agonisingly deafening the memories of everything you had done wrong haunting you. You shouldn’t fought back more. You should’ve done more to save Abraham and Glenn. You should’ve. ‘You’re weak…’ a cold voice sang in your head your inner demons pushing your limits however that voice soon disappeared as soon as the starting beats of the familiar song started up. You stared down at the ground trying to ignore the song but as it began to replay over and over again you slowly lifted your hands up to your ears covering your ears to try and deafen out the music. “We’re on easy street and it feels so sweet cause the world is but a treat when you’re on easy street” it was too happy. Too agonisingly happy. As if the song, the universe and the saviours were trying to mock you. Trying to prove you were nothing against them. You wouldn’t cry, no. You wouldn’t give them that satisfaction but this was your last straw. You were hungry, weak and in pain from the many bruises littered upon your skin a couple of cuts upon your skin had turned into scars. You looked awful. The pain you felt was truly agonising and you were so close to giving up. But the constant reminder that your family… that daryl was still in alexandria… you’d fight for them. You would. You had to.

“Here’s your food girl” a voice grabbed your attention a rather chubby man said holding out a paper plate towards you. It looked like an innocent sandwich simply a sandwich but the immense smell of dog food was enough to show you it wasn’t nice food. “Shove that up your ass” you snapped scowling as the man grinned letting out a laugh “mmm feisty… how cute.” He let out a laugh and you knew he was mocking you. He was sizing you up. You couldn’t stand it anymore and so without much of a thought you lunged at him yanking the gun from his holster before shooting him in the stomach and as he fell to his knees you shot him straight in the head. You let out a shaky breath staring at his body relief flooding through your veins before you stood up practically sprinting out of the room and down the corridor. You ran and ran and ran not daring to stop. You ran until you couldn’t breathe anymore, your legs aching the wind blowing in your face proving one thing: you were safe at last. From the saviours at least. You continued pumping your legs your breathing heavy a slight wheeze coming from your lips along with a pounding in your head the adrenaline rushing around your body acting as an anecdote for your pain. You looked behind you and let out a breath of relief. You were in the middle of no where but you were okay. You were safe. Safer than you have been in a while and that was more than enough for you.

You trudged along the path slowly and quietly your legs aching and your head continuing to pound. The pain had gotten worse. About a week had passed but you couldn’t be sure how long you had been walking for. Your body was in absolute disarray agony sweeping throughout you. The sudden sound of walkers grabbed your attention their groans being all too close for comfort and so pushing through the pain you sprinted off in the further direction far away from the dead. You ran and ran not daring to stop.

Night had turned into day and day had turned into night repeatedly over and over again. You had twisted your ankle your walk having a slight limp to it your vision blurry and tired. You were exhausted and simply wanted to be safe. Your eyes scanned the area until a sudden shouting grabbed your attention “daryl!!! Rick!! Everyone! Open the gates!!!” You limped towards the voices as voices yelled and screamed the voices muddling up into one as the voices spoke your name constantly as if they were surprised you were there. Were they your family? You were so disorientated you weren’t quite sure whether this was real or simply a hallucination “y/n! Y/n’s here!!” You saw the gate be pulled open as a familiar figure ran towards you your eyesight blurry your legs weak and tired and as soon as the familiar scent wrapped around you his arms tight around your body as he gripped onto you. He kept a hold of you carefully lifting you up in his arms as he carefully spun you around before placing you back down on the ground his hands gently cupping your face in his hands anger forming on his face as he saw your wounds “they’re going to pay. The fucking bastards.” He spat out. You were scared it was a dream. A wonderful dream where you’d wake up and find out that he wasn’t real and he was simply a Walker. You fluttered your eyes open gazing at the man in front of you as it all seemed to click into place like one big puzzle piece. “Daryl?” A soft whimper fell from your lips and he nodded his head fervently “I’m here my love I’m right here” he said and as soon as you heard his voice a soft sob left your lips your legs going weak your legs buckling beneath you your arms weakly wrapped around him the voices around you sounding distant and echo-y, Daryl’s arms being wrapped around you being the only thing keeping you sane, knowing you were safe with him. “They’ve really messed her up,” Rick said sounding angry as both daryl and Rick spoke to one another oh so obviously sounding pained and angry that anyone would dare hurt you like this.

“Rick she’s dead weight I need some help” Daryl’s voice was heard before another set of hands gently grabbed onto your other arm Rick lifting one of your arms over his shoulder whilst daryl did the same with your other arm the both of them carefully leading you into alexandria. You kept on going in and out of consciousness your feet dragging against the ground as you could barely keep your eyes open. Your body kept on giving up on you as you kept on collapsing into their grips barely being able to keep your eyes open your body falling into auto pilot as you simply didn’t know how to control yourself, your emotions or your feelings your body trembling simply begging yourself to not give up. You were weak and on the brink of dehydration, death and everything else. Everything in the universe had seemed to take a toll on you trying to hurt you trying to get you to give up and die. “To the medical room!” Someone you couldn’t quite make out. “No- n-no I-I’m fine.” You mumbled your head lulling forwards “fine my ass” daryl murmured knowing all too well you were not fine. The last few moments went by in a blur as you remembered being dragged towards the medical room but you were now laying on a bed daryl and Denise either side of you. “Daryl it hurts” you grumbled weakly. He grasped onto your hand tightly squeezing it three times in a ‘I love you’ signal. “I know… just breathe through it” he comforted bringing your hand up to his lips pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. Denise carefully rubbed a warm rag against your temple slowly wiping away the blood as you winced every so often “is she going to be okay?” Daryl asked worriedly his eyes filled with concern. Denise nodded her head “yes she’s going to be fine. She’s very lucky in fact. She’s going to need a couple of stitches,” and as Denise said that your vision became blurry the pain slowly getting the best of you as you fell into an unconscious state. Multiple people came and checked up on you including Rick, Carl and a couple of others making sure you were okay daryl being very protective of you and making sure no one got too close unless necessary. He was afraid everyone would hurt you- he of course trusted Rick and his group but the ones he didn’t trust were the reckless alexandrians who were disturbingly stupid so he’d keep an eye out to make sure no one harmed you.

You thrashed in your sleep your breathing growing heavier as Negan’s voice entered your brain. “You’ll never get away from us, doll. You’re ours sweetheart. There’s no way out of it.” His laugh echoed around your skull your breathing heavy as your squirmed around trembling in your sleep little whimpers falling from your lips. You had been terrorised with nightmares ever since encountering Negan’s terrors and now you couldn’t get away from the horrors. “Y/n… y/n…” a soft voice whispered and you snapped your eyes open Daryl’s harsh concerned blue eyes coming into view. He gently cupped your cheek in his hand “are you okay? You’re safe.” He assured gently and you nodded slowly tears burning your vision as you sniffled leaning into his touch wrapping your arms around him as you squeezed your eyes shut. You were still in the medical room, Daryl was sat down beside you on a chair and Denise continuously checked your vitals. “He came back… he came back” you whimpered out. “He’s going to hurt me” you whispered absolutely terrified and Daryl slowly shook his head stroking his fingertips along your cheek slowly and gently “shhh darling. You’re in Alexandria. You’re safe. I promise you.” He assured gently as you squeezed your eyes shut. You wanted to believe him but you were terrified and didn’t know what to believe anymore. But you knew from the peacefulness he was telling the truth and you were in Alexandria and you were indeed safe and sound and if Negan somehow found you and tried to take you back you knew you and your family would fight back. You’d fight back and you’d make sure to prove one thing. You were not scared of him. You’d prove you were strong and unafraid. You’d prove you could stand up for yourself and you would prove that Negan and the saviours couldn’t control your life anymore. You’d prove to them that one way or another you and the Alexandrian’s would win this fight.

I hope you liked this one thank you so much for the request! I might possibly make a part two to this one!

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