You’re Not Alone ( Daryl Dixon x Reader )
Summary: You’ve been on your own for 8 months now after your brother died. Scavenging and hunting, using the skills your father taught you to stay alive. Until you came across a little girl lost in the woods. You were determined to get her back to her mother, but once you found her group everything changed and you found yourself falling for the blue eyed archer without realising it.
(Set during Season 2. Roughly around the time Sophia went missing)
Parings: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Warnings: Language, slight references to past domestic abuse. mild descriptions of blood and gore (it’s twd what do you expect?)
"So how do we do this? Just take a vote? Does it have to anonymous? How about majority rules?" Lori asked as the group gathered in the main room of the farm house to decide what to do with Randall. Everyone was spread out in the room, on chairs and tables and leaning against walls while you and Daryl stood behind Rick leaning against a cupboard.
"Well, lets just see where everybody stands, then we can talk through the options." Rick replied glancing around the room waiting for someone to speak up.
"Where I sit, there's only one way to move forward." Shane stated as he leant against the fireplace staring at Rick before turning to Dale as he began to talk.
"Killing him, right? I mean, why even bother to take a vote? Its clear which way the wind is blowing." Dale replied throwing his hands up in defeat.
"If people believe we should spare him, I wanna know." Rick answered crossing his arms over his chest waiting for others to speak their mind. The arguing went on for a while before someone asked how Rick would kill him.
"Shooting may be more humane." Rick replied after Shane suggested hanging the kid and you nodded. You wanted the kid gone but you didn't want him to be hung, that's just not right.
"What about the body? Do we bury him?" T-Dog questioned looking over at the group waiting for a suggestion.
"Hold on, hold on! You're talking about this like its already been decided." Dale suddenly said and you sighed getting annoyed with this argument that clearly wasn't going anywhere and Daryl clearly felt the same as he took a few steps towards the group.
"You've been talking all day, going around in circles. You just wanna go around in circles again?" Daryl asked in a frustrated tone as he made his way back to you. It felt like hours before the group made a decision which was to shoot Randall even though Dale clearly didn't agree as he stormed off leaving the room.
When the sun had set you, Daryl, Rick and Shane all went out to the shed to take care of the problem. Rick was going to be the one to kill him while you and Daryl held Randall up in front of Rick waiting for his word.
"Would you like to stand or kneel?" Rick asked but only got sobbing and crying as a response. You glanced over at Daryl who nodded as the two of you forced him on his knees taking a few steps away knowing blood will be splattered in a few seconds.
"Do you have any final words?" Rick asked but all Randall did was beg for his life some more and you shook your head. At least the kid was blindfolded so he couldn't see the gun pointed at his end, it would be over soon.
"Do it, dad." Carls voice suddenly said causing you to frown in confusion looking towards the shed door to see the boy standing there watching his father. "Do it."
"Are you kidding me? What'd I say to you? What did I say to you?" Shane questioned as he pulled Carl away taking him out the shed, but it didn't matter you could see the change in Ricks stance and expression. He wasn't going to kill Randall, he couldn't.
"Take him away." Rick muttered walking out the shed as you and Daryl exchanged a glance before handcuffing him back to the metal pipe. Neither of you said a word as you grabbed your bow from the ground. The two of you headed back towards the farm house where Rick would be telling the others about what's going to happen next.
"Well at least Dale will be happy Randall isn't dead." You commented trying to make light on the situation and Daryl nodded in agreement when a scream pierced through the cool night air. You both froze before taking off, running into the paddock where the scream came from.
As you got closer you could see a walker leaning over something in the paddock. You quickly bought your bow up firing an arrow through its forehead as Daryl continued to run towards the body on the ground. You took off running again after the shot and your heart dropped hearing Daryl's desperate voice shout.
"Help! Over here!" He shouted glancing over his shoulder towards the flashlights in the distance before he turned back to the body on the ground. "Hang in there, buddy." Daryl said softly as you reached his side and you gasped when you saw Dale lying on the ground, his entire stomach a mess of blood, guts and bite marks.
"Oh my God." You gasped dropping to your knees as you tried covered the bites to stop the bleeding but it wasn't working. "Hold on Dale, please." You begged, tears forming in your eyes as Rick and the rest suddenly appeared.
"Just listen to my voice. Listen to me, all right? Okay, hold on now" Rick said softly kneeling on the other side of Dale, his hands shaking as he shouted for Hershel. You felt Andrea drop down besides you and you stood up taking a few steps away letting the other woman have a moment with Dale, knowing he was like a father figure to her.
"What happened?" Hershel questioned rushing over to him but you shook your head, there was nothing Hershel could do and you knew it.
"What can we do? Can we move him?" Rick asked in a desperate voice but Hershel shook his head telling them that Dale won't make the trip. You felt tears run down your cheeks as you took a few more steps backwards feeling a sense of déjà vu unfolding, brining back memories of your little brother lying on the ground begging for you to stop the pain.
"He's suffering. Someone do something." Andrea cried and you bit your lip to stop yourself from crying. You only just got to know Dale yet he already meant so much to you, this whole group meant so much to you. Everyone was standing around Dale, all crying and sobbing knowing there was only one thing they could do.
You watched through watery eyes as Rick cocked his gun aiming it Dales head, but he couldn't do it, he couldn't pull the trigger. Suddenly Daryl's hand reached for the revolver and Rick nodded letting Daryl take the gun from him.
"Sorry brother." Daryl said before pulling the trigger ending the pain and suffering for the man everyone knew and loved. You stared at his body for a few seconds before you walked over to the walker on the ground as you pulled your arrow out. You felt someone tap your shoulder and you turned around to find Daryl standing besides you holding out his red rag, you looked up to his face and you could see the pain and grief in his eyes.
"Thanks." You said barely above a whisper as you took the rag and wiped down your arrow before handing the rag back as you clipped the arrow back into the quiver of your bow.
Nobody moved away for a few minutes, everyone still trying to process what the hell just happened before Glen asked what we were going to do now. Everyone looked over at Rick for an answer but he was too busy staring at Dales lifeless body in shock, it wasn't fair that all this pressure was on Rick all the time. You noticed the way Daryl stepped up a few moments earlier relieving Rick from all the hard work and now it was your turn to do the same, you owed the group at least that.
"We bury him tomorrow and have a funeral for him, it's what he would want. I can bury him in the morning, you guys all need the rest." You suddenly said catching Ricks attention as he looked over at you with a relieved expression and you nodded to him before looking back at the others who nodded slightly in agreement.
It took Daryl a while to fall asleep that night, he stayed up until he saw the light in Y/N's tent go out before he let himself relax in his tent knowing she was asleep. He could tell something was off with her once they walked back to the campsite and it wasn't just about Dale. No one was themselves last night, still trying accepted that Dale is gone, that another family member is gone. But there was something different with Y/N, he wasn't sure what but he tried not to think about it, figuring she would talk to him when she was ready.
He woke up suddenly to the sound of a muffled scream. He quickly sat up in his sleeping bag fearing that someone else had gotten attacked by a walker when a soft whimper followed the scream and he realised it was coming from your tent. She must be having a nightmare.
He quickly kicked off his sleeping bag grabbing his crossbow just in case as he exited his tent. He looked over to the other tents in the main campsite but nobodys light was on meaning they were all asleep. He grabbed the small lamp Y/N had hanging from a tree branch as he made his way over to her tent, unzipping it slowly to make sure not to scare her.
His felt his heart sink once he saw her lying on top of her sleeping bag, a layer of cold sweat over her forehead as she tossed and turned in the bed, mumbling words that he couldn't quite put together. He dropped his crossbow on the floor next to Y/N's bow before he placed the lamp on the ground as he made his way towards her, knowing he needed to wake her up to get her out of whatever nightmare she was reliving.
"No." You mumbled in your sleep as Daryl knelt down beside you in worry.
"Y/N." He said softly shaking your shoulder gently but you didn't wake up as you squirmed in his arms.
"No. Matthew!" You whimpered getting more and more worked up from the nightmare as Daryl suddenly gripped your shoulders tighter to stop you from moving and hurting yourself.
"Y/N, its just a dream, wake up." Daryl begged when suddenly you gasped siting up in bed in panic until you saw Daryl sitting next to you and you sighed. It was just a dream. It was only a dream, Matthew isn't here, its Daryl. It was just a dream, you thought to yourself trying to calm your breathing.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." You whispered as you sat up motioning for Daryl to take a seat next to you which he did without saying a word. It wasn't the first time he had woken you up from a nightmare but you were still embarrassed about it and felt bad for ruining his night.
"Ya know you don't have ta apologise for that Y/N." Daryl muttered in a kind voice bumping your shoulder playfully and you smiled resting your head in the crook of his neck, something the two of you did nearly every night after he wakes you up from a nightmare. It made you feel safe, being close to him like that. Although the first time you did it he froze up from the sudden contact, but before you could pull away and apologise he slid his arm around your waist pulling you closer. Ever since then it became a common thing between the two of you.
"Who's Matthew? You've said that name a few times in your sleep." Daryl suddenly asked and you closed your eyes as the memories of Matthew flowed through your mind.
"Matty was my little brother, he would have been the same age as Carl and Sophia now." You simply said with a soft smile. "When this whole thing started it was just me and Matthew at home, our parents were away on a holiday leaving me in charge. We saw all the news coverage and footage of what was happening until all power and satellites went down. We lived on the edge of town, luckily because when we woke up to screams and people running down the streets being chased by the walkers we had a few extra minutes to get the hell out of dodge. Which was exactly what we did. A few days earlier Matthew and I gathered up some clothes and essentials and packed it into my truck, as well as all dads guns, my archery and camping gear. So when the walkers took over our town I grabbed him and got into the truck and just drove. I had no idea where we were going, he wanted to go to Atlanta because that's where our parents were last we heard, but I knew that would have been one of the first places over run. So we just kept driving north away from our little town and away from Atlanta. We lasted a few months before supplies ran out and my truck broke down. We relied on scavenging and hunting to survive, but one day we got trapped in a gas station, walkers blocked our exits and Matty got bit, it was my fault. I let him walk off for a few minutes, I should have never let him out of my sight... I had to put him out of his misery like what you did to Dale last night. Then eight, nine months later I found Sophia then found you guys." You explained still with your head resting on Daryls shoulder as he reached for your hand holding it in his lap.
"Your brother would have known you did everything you could to help him survive in this world." Daryl replied as he rubbed his thumb in soft soothing circles over your hand and you smiled through your teary eyes.
"And your brother would have known you did everything you could to try get him back, even though he wasn't there when you got back to Atlanta." You said softly remembering the night Daryl told you about Merle and what happened in Atlanta. Daryl scoffed, shaking his head.
"We're more alike than I originally thought." He mumbled and you chuckled slightly but nodded in agreement before going silent for a few minutes.
"What are we Daryl?" You suddenly asked lifting your head off his shoulder to look at him properly, but you didn't release your hand from his.
"What do ya want us to be?" He asked his voice a little tense, not knowing what you were going to say. You took a deep breath hoping like hell that you don't ruin your friendship with him by saying what you're about to.
"I like you Daryl, I like you more than a friend and if you don't feel the same way I completely understand and I'm sorry for bringing it up but-" You quickly said before Daryl cupped your cheek turning you towards him as his lips hit yours. It wasn't hard or forceful like the kisses you were use to, it was soft and gentle and something you never thought you would ever experience, especially with him.
"I like ya too." He whispered in a husky voice as he rested his forehead against yours. "Ya sure you want this though?"
"I wouldn't rather anything else." You replied unable to stop the smile forming on your face as Daryl brushed his fingers through your hair. "The group is gonna flip when they find out. Although, I think Carol and some of the others were getting a bit suspicious about us."
"Who cares how they react, you're my girl now, ain't nothing gonna change that."
The next morning the group joined you and Daryl by Dales grave that the two of you dug in the early hours of the morning. Everyone all gathered around the grave in a circle while you and Daryl stood a bit behind the others, hand in hand. You all listened to Rick make a speech about how good of a man Dale was despite the world turning to shit.
"In the end, he was talking about losing our humanity. He said this group was broken... The best way to honour him is to unbreak it. Set aside our differences and pull together, stop feeling sorry for ourselves and take control of our lives, our safety, our future. We're not broken. We're gonna prove him wrong. From now on we're gonna do it his way, that is how we honour Dale." Rick said and everyone nodded in agreement before you all slowly left the grave.
"You okay?" Daryl mumbled squeezing your hand gently as you looked up at him with a slight nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. You looked back over to Dales grave thinking about how Matthew was just buried in the middle of woods in the middle of nowhere. At least Dale got a proper send off, he was a good man. You thought to yourself.
"Hey Y/N!" Maggies voice shouted catching your attention as you and Daryl both turned around to find the farmers daughter running towards you with a smile.
"Hey Maggie, what’s up?" You asked giving the young woman a friendly smile. You had grown to like Maggie, the two of you had become pretty close friends over the past week and you adored the cute relationship she had with Glen, they suited each other perfectly.
"You use to work at a motorcycle garage right?" She asked and you nodded slowly unsure to where this conversation was heading. "Can you ride motorcycles?"
"Yeah I can. I haven't since this all started, its something I miss to be honest. There's nothing like riding through the open country roads." You answered as you glanced over at Daryl who was looking at you with an impressed expression.
"My brother, Shaun. He had an old dirt bike he use to ride around on the farm, none of us known how to ride and I figured someone might as well enjoy it. The only other person I could think of was Daryl, but he already has a motorcycle." Maggie replied and you stared at her in shock, you had seen the bike earlier in the shed, but it wasn't yours so you had no right to touch it.
"Wait are you serious? Can I actually ride it?" You asked in disbelief glancing over at Daryl who had a smug look on his face at your reaction before you looked back at Maggie who laughed with a nod.
"There's some spare jerrycans of fuel in the back shed if it needs any." Maggie replied and you thanked her before she jogged back to Glen and Hershel who were making their way back to the farm house. You turned to Daryl unable to hide the smile on your face as you began pulling him towards the shed where the dirt bike was. He chuckled softly at your excitement watching you with amusement as you led him to the shed.
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