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Daryl X Pregnant! Reader

In the Nick of Time

Time frame: Season 6ish Alexandria

Warnings: Cannon Divergent, Possible Spoilers, pregnancy, labor, birth, character death, POV changes, descriptions of violence

Pronoun: She/her, You

(A/N: hi so I just want to say I’m watching TWD for the first time recently and am only on Season 6. So if I get any of the characterizations wrong I’m so sorry but this has been in my head the last few days. I hope you enjoy!)

Your POV ~~~~~

A low groan escaped your lips as you paced the floor of the shared Alexandrian home. Rubbing your swollen tummy you hissed as another contraction ripped through you causing the tiny baby inside you to kick at your ribs as if having the audacity to tell you to knock it off. Counting slowly you tried to keep up with the seconds the contraction lasted before giving up. “Fuck.” You hissed sitting down on the window sill to catch your breath. “They’re getting closer together…” Rick commented, worry thick in his voice. You were lucky to have him and Michonne around to help while Daryl was out on runs. You never blamed him for being chosen and you knew he hated being out while you were so far along. But duty called and this run was taking extra long. “I ain’t having this baby til he gets back.” You muttered stubbornly, pulling yourself back up into a standing position to continue pacing. Rick shook his head but the smile was clear on his face. “Your just as stubborn as your husband.” He murmured. “Kinda why I married him.” You said rubbing the spot in your back where your child decided to kick you most.

The door opening sent sparks of hope and excitement through your body. But they were quickly extinguished and replaced with something akin to joy once Michonne walked in hand in hand with your daughter Phoenix. “Momma! Aunt Michonne let me feed a duck!” Phoenix giggled giddily running up to hug you gently. “That’s great baby!” You said proudly, combing through her unruly hair with your fingers. “Are they any closer together?” Michonne asked Rick. The greying man simply nodded his head. “Slightly. We still got time though. She’s 12 minutes apart and they’re only lasting about 30 seconds.” You wanted to scream. You were right there thank you. But the glare you sent their way must have been hot enough to burn as Rick sent you an apologetic smile. “Michonne and I are going for a walk around to do patrol. We’ll head to the gate… see if we see him.” Rick muttered softly. “We’ll be back soon don’t worry.” Michonne said with a kind smile that reassured you. “Ok… if you see him, give him a swift kick in the pants and send him home please.” You teased chuckling. Rick nodded turning his gaze to your daughter. “Phoenix, you know what to do if your mommy needs help?” He asked, pointing at her as he and Michonne opened the door to leave. Your little ass kicker nodded smiling brightly. “Come get you, Auntie Michonne, or Aunt Carol.” She said proudly giggling as Rick ruffled her hair. “That’s right. Now, watch your momma while we’re gone.” He ordered closing the door with a soft click behind him.

One agonizing hour passed before there was a soft knock at the door. You knew instantly it wasn’t your husband on the other side of the door just by the timidness of the knocking itself. You had assumed it was a woman from Alexandria coming to “offer support” when Phoenix opened the door with your permission. However when you were greeted by the two faced priest you simply scowled. “What do you want?” You hissed. You assumed the venom in your voice either didn’t reach his ears or was simply ignored by the man as he smiled and stepped forward. If looks could kill he’d be dust. The last thing you wanted to hear was a sermon from a man you never trusted one bit. But the bald man glanced passed you as if surveying the house then looked to your face giving you a look that sent shivers down your spine. “May I come in?” He asked, his tone dripping in that fake kindness that people of small town suburbia just ate up. “Absolutely fucking not.” You growled, wincing as another contraction ripped through you. “Now if you excuse me I’m busy.” You muttered bluntly. But your attempts at closing the door were stopped as Father Gabriel stuck his foot through the threshold and pushed the door open. “But I really need to speak with you.” He muttered his voice shifting into something… different and shaky. It was as if you could feel the desperation in every syllable he spoke. His face morphed into pure crazed mania, his eyes flitting between your face and your stomach and suddenly you never felt more vulnerable in your life. Father Gabriel let himself into the house taking you by the elbow. “You should sit…” he said darkly, walking you over to the windowsill. You could see the terrified stare Phoenix gave the two of you from her hiding place behind the kitchen’s island and it was only then that you noticed the knife in the man’s belt and the gun the man had pointed at you. The world spun around your head at a thousand miles an hour. You felt as if you were going to be sick. Glancing over the priest’s shoulder you felt tears sting your eyes. “Please.” You whispered desperately. “Don’t hurt my daughter. What do you want? We’ll give it to you.” But Father Gabriel simply laughed. “Hurt her? No. No. No. no. I would never harm an innocent child. No. I’m here. To stop. The antichrist.” He said it so nonchalantly… pointing the barrel of the gun directly at your tummy. The little life inside you kicked at you as if desperate to get away. But you just blinked up at him in utter disbelief. What? The fuck. How… how did it end up this way. Sure. Father Gabriel never really believed this baby was Daryl’s. You had gotten pregnant at the prison right before the take over. As a matter of fact you didn’t even know until after the Governor attacked and you had gotten out with Rick, Carl, Judith and Phoenix. So you had just started to show at the church. He assumed you were Rick’s wife which set you both off but even after Daryl’s return he still seemed to refuse to believe the baby was Daryl’s. He’d call you the odd name once in a while. Made you feel like you were wearing a scarlet letter when you first came to Alexandria and told the community that Daryl and Carol were an item. But you never put stock into it. Just Christian BS. But now. As you stared into the barrel of the pistol he most definitely stole you knew it was so much more.

Nodding to Phoenix to get out you tried to keep his eyes on you and distract him. “What do you mean? Antichrist?” You asked slowly, keeping your eyes firmly on your brave little girl silently creeping behind your captor. “You poor broken soul. So tainted… it’s no wonder the devil chose you.” Father Gabriel muttered shaking his head as if he knew the answers all along. “The devil has seduced you sweet little sheep.” He whispered using his free hand to brush hair from your sweaty face making you cringe away. “He seduced you into the sin of lust out of marriage… into adultery. Now you will bare the child that brings ruination and damnation to the whole world.” His voice shuttered as if terrified by the simple thought. “Im so sorry but… I’ll have to make sure the bride of the devil dies… with the Antichrist still inside her.” He whispered caressing your face with the barrel of his gun. You couldn’t help the pained laugh that escaped your throat as tears pricked the sides of your eyes making the man of faith raise his brows at you. “News flash ass fuck. The end of the world shit already happened. If I’m really havin’ the Antichrist… this must be his cousin or some shit.” You laughed hearing the soft click of the front door shutting only made you smiled wider. Phoenix was safe. Now came the hard part. Surviving.

Phoenix’s POV~~~

Phoenix ran as hard and as fast as her little legs could carry her. Sprinting over to where she had last seen her Aunt Carol she was horrifically disappointed to find a lack of any of her family near the duck pond. Turning in circles Phoenix searched for anyone she could trust before bolting down a familiar street. Or at least it seemed familiar at first. But now the houses all looked the same and Phoenix wasn’t sure which was was which. She hated this suburban lifestyle. She could get around the mountains and forest with no issues. But this was impossible! Turning and running toward where she believed the gate might possibly be, Phoenix heard the faint roar of her father’s motorcycle. Tears bristled her eyes and she fought sobs as she rounded the corner to see him sitting on his idling bike talking to Uncle Rick and Aunt Michonne. Finding the energy in herself to sprint the block to the gate Phoenix couldn’t help but cry out not bothering to hide the fear evident in her voice. “Daddy!” The look in her father’s blue eyes said it all. The relaxed expression he once held melted away as soon as she came into view. “Phoenix? What’s wrong?” He asked scooping her up easily. He smelled like blood, dirt, cigarette smoke, and sweat. But Phoenix didn’t care. She sobbed openly into his chest. She tried desperately to get out what she needed to. But nothing but strangled sobs would come out. “M-momma… hurt… gun.” She wailed. But that was all that needed to be said as Daryl pulled her tight to his body and sped down the roads of Alexandria on his bike to get to his wife.

Father Gabriel’s POV~~~~

The click of the door was just audible enough to hear over that insane woman’s crazed laughter. Fuck! This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! This was supposed to be easy! It was supposed to be fast. No strings attached. Just dispose the woman. Just dispose the baby. But now the child that damned child was getting in the way of it. All of it. “Where did she go?” He asked hastily. Glancing out the window he tried to catch a glimpse of the girl. Maybe if the brat was close he could get a shot off. But the woman moved to stand in his view and shrugged. “Dunno.” She muttered annoyingly. Smiling. Damn that smile. Gabriel growled shifting in his spot anxiously. He’d wipe it off her face soon enough. “You’re weak.” The words stilled him. Her serpent like eyes gleamed with something akin to glee. She was toying with father Gabriel. He refused to have that. “You always were…” Gabriel felt his ears ring as she continued to speak slowly raising his hand he struck down hard. It felt uncomfortable. Unnatural. But Father Gabriel knew it needed to be done. Another raise of the hand. Another strike down and suddenly the woman was down on her knees holding her bloody mouth. That would teach her to open her mouth. Now… looking to the pristine marble of the kitchen Father Gabriel smiled he needed an alter to preform his sacrament.

Daryl’s POV~~~~

The gavel bellow his bike had been such a relief when he first rolled through the rusted metal gates. Home. He was home. Rick jogged up to him with a smile, Michonne close to his side. “How is she?” Daryl called out parking his bike to chat a moment. “You should see for yourself!” Michonne yelled over the roar of the motor. “She’s in labor… no baby yet but she’s about ready to pop.” Rick teased making Daryl roll his blue eyes. “Shut up.” He growled endearingly. He knew Rick was just teasing but the thought of his wife giving birth without him there made him anxious. He was about to start his bike back up and roll it back to the garage when a whimper caught his attention. Looking down the road Daryl watched his daughter sprint down the road, tripping to catch herself as she ran to him. At first the sight warmed his heart. Maybe his wife sent her to fetch him? But as she looked up and Phoenix’s terror resonated through her face. Her desperate screams calling his name. A 20 ton rock dropped in the pit of his stomach. With one motion he scooped the girl up with one arm. She was shivering like a leaf in the wind and bawling. He tried soothing her. Tried easing her fears by whispering “Daddy’s here. I’m home now.” But she only seemed to cry harder as if not hearing him. “Phoenix? What’s wrong?” He asked as calmly as possible despite the lack of control he felt. “M-momma… hurt…” Phoenix started shakily, trying to make words come out but only more sobs came loose. “Gun”. Was the only other word Daryl could make out clearly enough to make sense. Guns and Alexandria went together like oil and water. Revving his engine Daryl pulled Phoenix close to his chest, Rick’s pleas to think rationally flew in one ear and out the other as he drove ahead of the others.

Daryl drove as fast as he possibly could with a six year old clutched tightly to his chest. He knew Rick and Michonne were coming as fast as they could. He has heard Ricks little order to wait until they got there to help. But Daryl would be damned if he let anything happen to you. Not when he had a fucking say about it. Not when he already lost so god damned much. Putting his bike in idle he rolled as silently as he could to the front of the house. A small crowd had gathered outside and despite the raging urge Daryl had to simply shoot them all in the temple to make them all just disappear, he moved swiftly and silently. Placing Phoenix down he covered her mouth pointing in the direction of Carol who was waiting by the bushes with his free hand. Daryl watched Phoenix nod dutifully before running over to her aunt’s side. Before Daryl could even process it… a gunshot rang out from inside the house. The sound sent ice through the archer’s veins that froze him completely. Another second another gunshot another round of screams from the crowd gathered. “No.” The word fell from his lips before he had a chance to stop it. Grabbing his crossbow Daryl rushed into the house ignoring Carol’s plea to just wait for Rick to catch up. There wasn’t time. There simply wasn’t.

The first thing Daryl noticed when he busted the door down was the blood. It was everywhere. He felt sick to his stomach and wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. But he kept it all swallowed down stepping through the living room carefully. “Y/N.” He called out praying to God that the bastard would remember his name and you’d answer. But there was silence. Nothing. And it killed him. “Y/N. Sweetheart. Where are ya?” He cried out a little louder. A little more desperate. Then came the whining groan. No. No! NO NO! Daryl paced from the entrance to the kitchen. That priest. That fucking god damned priest lay growling dead on the floor blood oozing from his broken and bleeding legs. But his blood wasn’t the only splattered across the tiled floor. A long streak of dark colored blood led into the bathroom. Low groaning came from behind the door as tears stained Daryl’s dirt covered face. No. No way it was her. He refused to believe you were one of them. Taking his anger out on the living corpse of the priest Daryl shoved his knife deep into the skull of the fallen holy man. Silence once again overshadowed the house followed by the rattling of the closed bathroom door. Trying to steel himself as he turned his attention back to the door Daryl tried to force his mind to be clear. To focus on only the happiest of thoughts and memories he held of you. But he couldn’t help his breath from hitching as he heard your soft whines coming from behind the door nor could he keep his mind from wandering to the deepest darkness and what he and Phoenix would do if he lost you and your unborn child.

Your POV~~~~

The priest was quick to notice the absence of your daughter. But you knew he was far too late. Panic set upon his face as he pressed the barrel of his pistol to your temple. “Where did she go?!” He growled glaring angrily at you as you simply shrugged your shoulders. “Dunno.” You replied easily a sly smile on your face. You loved the heated glare Father Gabriel sent you. You knew you were getting to him as he started to shuffle his feet anxiously. “You’re weak.” You bit out catching his eye. “You always were. So let me go. And maybe Rick won’t gut you.” You had started to laugh again foolishly believing you’d get out of this unscathed. The first blow from the heel of his palm made stars glow across your vision making you stumble to catch yourself. The second filled your mouth with hot blood that poured from your lips onto your chest and the floor as you doubled over. The kicking of the child inside you reminded you to mind your place even if it were a little bit. It wasn’t just you that you were trying to protect.

A strong grip on the back of your hair made you whine and cry out as the priest drug you onto the tiled flooring of the kitchen. “You’ll make a mess of the carpet.” He said it so calmly as if scolding a child who spilled communion wine. Feeling the strong hand let go of your hair you caught yourself with your elbow staring up at the father. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, your adrenaline running high your heart pounding in your chest. You watched as the priest pulled a cloth from around his neck and laid it on the stone counter of island. Next he pulled a small hand carved cross from one pocket kissing it gently before he placed it on the cloth. Then the man pulled a white tea candle from the other lighting it with a match you hadn’t seen until it was glowing in your peripheral. He placed them ritually on the cloth before pulling a photo of the mother Mary holding baby Jesus from the same pocket. Making the motions of the cross across his body with his gun he kissed the barrel before laying it gently on the cloth with the photo and the other items. Father Gabriel folded his hands, bowing his head in prayer. “Dear Lord in heaven. Forgive me for what I must do-“ you heard him whispering and suddenly you knew. It was now or never. Standing as quickly as you could you shoved the man against the counter with your whole weight grabbing the knife from the priest’s waistband. You barely registered the small yelp Father Gabriel emitted before feeling his elbow dig deep into your chest and stomach. Falling flat on your back you felt the rush of blood between your legs before you had even seen it. Terror ceased you for merely a second before you seemed to remember where you were. Father Gabriel screamed turning to take aim but you were faster. Slicing at his heel and cutting his Achilles he dropped to the ground. The gun went off as he hit the ground shaking you to your core but you didn’t hesitate to stick the knife deep in his artery watching red hot blood shoot out in unstoppable bursts that coated every surface around the priest including you. The rage still shone in Father Gabriel’s eyes as he tried to aim the pistol at you once more. With a single finger you held his wrist down as he fired another shot his breaths ragged and weary. “I was wrong…” he wheezed. “You were the devil the whole time…”

Crawling into the bathroom you whined and groaned as your contractions grew ever closer lasting longer than they had the entire day. Where the fuck was Rick? Michonne? Where was your husband?! Where was Daryl?! Propping yourself against the counter of the sink you closed the door with your foot and held it there. You knew you fucked up by not skewering that fucker but part of you wanted him to suffer a little longer. To come back and be killed again by one of your loved ones. Every moment was agony. Pain wracked your entire body and your vision blurred. And suddenly you wondered if you’d suffer the same fate. The thought of Daryl coming home to see you covered in blood and having to drive a knife through your head made you physically sick. Closing your eyes to keep your lunch down you focused on anything other than the taste of blood and pain tearing through you. Y/N. God you were hallucinating now. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you fought back sobs with a palm pressed tightly to your mouth. Y/N. Sweetheart. Where are ya? She wanted to cry out in response but she kept as quiet as she could. Taking deep breaths to help sooth the pain she pulled her knees up and reached down just to check, she had to know. What she didn’t expect to feel was the top of her baby’s head just about ready to crown. “Fuck me.” She whispered.

A strangled cry escaped her throat as the door flew open suddenly. Holding her bloody hands up in defense she sobbed loudly as a crossbow pointed straight to her chest. “Y/N?… Sweetheart…” Daryl dropped the bow to the ground rushing to his wife’s side pulling her as tight to his chest as he could. “You’re here! You came!” You cried burying your face deep in his neck as she clung to him desperately. “Wha-what happened? Are ya alright… you’re not bit are ya?” Daryl asked worriedly flittering over your bruised and battered body. Opening your mouth to answer him all that came free was a pained groan as you clawed at his strong chest for support. “N-not bit.” You got out whimpering slightly as Daryl lovingly rubbed your back. “Baby… Now.” You managed cracking an eye to peak at Daryl’s. “Oh… fuck. Ok. Let’s get you to the-“ he started, trying to pull you up to your feet but you simply couldn’t stand. Despite everything you two had laid out. Despite all the planning and preparation. Your baby was being born in a bathroom. Go figure. Shaking your head you pointed wordlessly to the bathtub. “H-Hot water.” You ordered. If you weren’t actively about to push a baby out, you would have giggled at the speed at which your husband moved, tripping over the bathroom’s little trash can he heated it up to an acceptable temperature before starting to fill the bottom of the tub with water. Everything moved so fast from there. Daryl helped you into the tub and washed his hands. “Gotta be clean to hold our kid.” He said much to your impatience. Grabbing several clean towels he sat them them by his side, kneeling next to you and held your leg reassuring you with every push. Then suddenly. It was over. There was a sputter and a piercing wail that rocked you to your core. Daryl was scrambling to dry the newborn smiling from ear to ear. “It’s a boy, sweetheart.” He whispered tears once again spilled over but this time they were happy. So fucking happy he couldn’t help but laugh. “Beau.” You whispered caressing the baby’s downy soft hair. “Stop it… we’re not naming him Beau.” Daryl teased kissing the top of your head. “I like it though.” You whispered. “Beau Merle Dixon. A name of his own. The middle to honor the man that gave everything to make sure he lived.” You whispered meeting your husband’s awestruck gaze. “Mmm…” he hummed caressing his son’s soft cheek. “Alrigh’. Beau Merle Dixon it is.” He said softly. “Now let’s get you out of that cold ass water.”

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Bodyguarded (Reader!Grimes x Daryl Dixon)

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Summary: Reader is Rick's younger sister. You're very sweet with a sharp tongue which Shane doesn't seem to like. Shane keeps bothering you as he finds you cocky. To your surprise is Daryl always around to keep Shane away from you eventhough he doesn't like you, right? [ read part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 ]

A basket got dropped beside you. It made you look up from your crouched position. – “Seriously?�� – you called out at Shane. – “You couldn’t have dropped this ten minutes ago? We are almost finished.” – you went on. Shane exhaled loud wiping his hand down his mouth. – “Why do you always have to open your big mouth.” – he replied with a soft glare. You slapped the shirt in your hand down in the water as some water splashed up. Getting all worked up by how he threated you.

Shane watched as you got up but before you could do anything had Carol jumped up with you. Moving her hands in front of you to hold you back. One look of her was enough to make you settle down. – “Just do as you are told!” – he ordered finding himself amusing. You clenched your jaw, pushing with your body against Carol’s arms as they kept you in place. Shane scoffed funnily before walking off. Sighing loud lowered Carol her arms from around her.

“Come on Y/n.” – she said softly with a gentle nod. You took another deep breath squatting down again. – “I just don’t understand why he brought this now. He knew he had laundry ten minutes ago, didn’t he.” – you spoke trying to understand why he would taunt you like this. Carol took out a shirt, splashing it into the water. – “Let’s finish this up together.”

Carol and you washed the rest of Shane’s clothing. Obeying to what you have been told. When you were done you went back with Carol to the camp. You went over to Glenn handing him his clothes back. – “Aw sweet Y/n!” – he said bowing to you as a thank you. It made you smile back. You then went over to the campfire where Daryl sat munching on some meat. You gestured in silence to his clothing, moving them up in your hands.

Daryl gave you a brief glance before continue to ignore you. You wanted to place it down as Daryl suddenly pointed at his tent. You nodded back making your way over to his tent to lay it down in the front. You barely got up when you felt two arms wrap tightly around you. It startled you making you squeak loudly. Recognizing the arms around you, you eased up.

“Do that again sweetheart I like the way you sound.” – you heard Carol’s husband comment at you. Daryl spitted on the ground turning his gaze towards him in a tight clench. You turned around glaring at him for even saying such a thing in front of Carl. Carl was still hugging you as you held your hands against his back.

Carol gave you a look of sympathy wishing she could do something against her husband’s behaviour. You turned your attention down to your nephew. You led him away from everyone. – “Stay close with him!” – you heard Shane call out to you. You looked briefly over your shoulder seeing him stand by the car, elbow leaning against the open door. You simply turned back to the front as Shane scoffed. Finding you very cocky and thinking you were full of attitude when you honestly weren’t.

You just never understood why Shane was like this towards you. Carl and you made your way towards the woods a bit drifting away from the others. – “Auntie Y/n.” – Carl said as you hummed loud as a reply. Carl jumped on top of a log balancing his way across. You remained by his side in case he lost his balance. Carl hopped off joining your side. He picked up a stick, swaying it around. – “Do you still think about dad?” – he asked as it made you stop shocked. Then you turned around to him with a sweet smile.

“Everyday little one.” – you answered stroking his cheek. Your motion slowed down feeling a sudden wave of sadness. Thinking back about your brother Rick made you emotional. Carl noticed how glossy your eyes had become. – “Sorry auntie Y/n… I didn’t mean to make you sad.” – he said feeling guilty of ever asking it. You sniffed loud, blinking your tears away. – “Don’t worry about it Carl.” – you told him with a laugh.

You straightened your posture pulling him close to your body for a hug. – “If you ever want to talk about your dad and feel like you have no one to turn to, you come to me.” – you said hugging him tightly. Some twigs snapped as it didn’t make you respond quickly enough. Before you knew it had someone grabbed your elbow, pulling you away from Carl. – “I told you to stay close!” – it was Shane who yelled at you. Holding you roughly by the elbow.

“Do you want to put Carl in danger?” – he continued shaking at your elbow. – “Do you think you can save Carl from any walkers?” – he laughed once mockingly. – “Let her go!” – Carl called out running up to Shane to pound his fists against his chest. – “Go to your mother Carl!” – Shane made clear pushing Carl off him. – “Don’t talk to him like that!” – you answered loudly.

Shane’s face contracted with anger. He grabbed you by your neck, pushing your head down. – “I am so done with your attitude Y/n!” – he responded pulling you with him. – “No! leave her alone!” – Carl shouted at him. – “Go to your mother Carl!” – Shane roared out. Carl turned around taking a run for it while wiping his tears away.

“Shane let me go!” – you screamed trying to get his grip from on your neck. He puffed loud pushing you down onto the ground. Body hitting the ground and rolling a bit over. – “I’ve had it with you Y/n!” – he made clear pacing around. Wiping his chin. Breezing around like a hungry wolf. – “I don’t want you near him anymore. You are a bad influence.” – he spoke rubbing his hand over his head. You scoffed shockingly with an amusing undertone. – “I’m sorry. Boss!” – you snapped at him sarcastically.

Shane puffed his chest up slightly raising his hand till he stopped. Eyes widening at the feeling at the back of his head. – “You raise that hand of yours and I’ll shoot.” – you heard come from behind him. Leaning a bit to the side, you saw Daryl stand behind Shane with his crossbow against the back of his head. Shane lowered his hand again with a grunt.

Daryl moved his crossbow slightly to the side, right over his shoulder. An arrow fired. With a zap it found it’s target. Seconds later the sound of a corpse dropping. You had gasped looking over your shoulder to see the last of a walker drop down. – “Next one will be through your head.” – Daryl whispered to Shane. Shane moved storming off.

Daryl lowered his crossbow stepping over to you. He lowered his hand to you, looking away. Hesitantly you took it allowing him to pull you back up to your feet. – “Tha-“ – you started cut off by Daryl walking off. Taking a few deep breaths, you returned afterwards back to camp. Lori looked at you concerned holding Carl against her side. You simply smiled faintly at her to show her it was all right. You didn’t want her to worry. You took refuge in your tent needing time alone.

At nightfall some were sitting around the campfire. You sat near Glenn laughing silently at some funny things he said. You stopped laughing seeing Shane seemingly make his way over to you. He neared and before he could take another step had Daryl gotten up from his seat near you. His gaze stern, posture grand. Carol watched Daryl pressing her lips amusingly together.

Shane puffed with a shake of his head, turning back around. You were looking at Daryl, questionable when your eyes locked as he looked back at you. The contact was brief as Daryl seated himself back down as if nothing had occurred. Shyly smiling at yourself you couldn’t help but feel special that Daryl seemingly did seem to care for you. Otherwise he wouldn’t step in and just let Shane do whatever he likes around you.

Daryl noticed you were staring all smiley at him, making him shift his posture more away from you. You smiled looking down making briefly eye contact with Carol across the fire. Instantly you snorted knowing she was probably thinking the same. Glenn went on to talk to you as if nothing had happened.

After a few days you started to notice Daryl was more around you. Always near to keep a close eye on Shane. Whenever he even made the slightest movement towards you, he made one little movement to let Shane know if he even tried he’d be face to face with him. One day you decided to tease him about it. You were in the woods with Carol, Lori and Carl further down as you made your way over to Daryl who was keeping a watchful eye on you all.

Daryl looked uncomfortable away when you neared. – “Daryl.” – you said to greet him. – “Y/n.” – he mumbled back, looking around as if searching for walkers. You weren’t getting much out of him further so you decided to prank him. Suddenly you gasped loud as if startled. It made Daryl turn his head concerned to you. – “Is that Shane?” – you called out making Daryl turn his head again to look in the direction you were looking.

He immediately took a defensive pose before you, almost grabbing for his crossbow. When he noticed he was looking at nothing, he sighed loud. – “Damn it Y/n!” – he grunted out. – “Do you think this is funny?” – he asked looking your way. – “I do when you get so protective over me.” – you responded with a smile. Daryl rolled with his eyes. – “Like hell I care.” – he outed sounding annoyed.

You kept looking all smiley at him making it almost impossible for him to keep himself from looking back at you. – “I think you do care. Otherwise you wouldn’t keep Shane away from me.” – you told him. Daryl puffed loud. – “Maybe I just don’t like him.” – he responded with half a shrug. – “Or you just very much like me?” – you teased grabbing him by his shirt.

Daryl swallowed nervously when your noses almost touched. Daryl’s expression softened around you. His breathing tickling your lips. His expression made you blink surprised seeing the lovey dovey’s in his eyes. He moved his hand to your cheek letting it brush against it. Before he knew it he closed the gap between your lips, kissing you hard. You hummed loud, pulling away. - "So not caring are you?" - you chuckled out. - "Shut up." - Daryl answered before shutting you up with another kiss.

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