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yougottalovetwd · 4 years

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Bed Time Stories (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

A/N: Hi! This is my first TWD imagine, and I’m kinda nervous to see how it turns out. It’s pretty angsty/sad, not gonna lie, but I hope you all like it. :) Also for context, it’s set in Season 3 while they’re in the prison, and fighting the Governor. Thanks for reading, lovelies! <3

-Megan <3

WARNINGS: angsty angst x100000, sad stuff

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Each day felt like an eternity without you.

Before the world had gone to shit, Daryl Dixon hated the idea of you being away for even a few days. He put his foot down at a week, at the very most. And once you had given birth to your little girl... he wished there was a way that he could stay with the both of you for every moment of every day.

But it had been over three weeks now... and he still did not know where you were. You had left on a run with Glenn and Maggie, but did not return. Neither of them could find where you had gone, and quite frankly, it didn’t seem that anyone would for quite some time.

“Daryl... I think you need to rest...”

“And I think you need to back off!” Daryl’s voice was nearly a snarl as Carol’s hand touched his shoulder, catching him mid walk to his motorcycle.

“I know you want to find Y/N, but what about Grace? What about your daughter?”

He turned around, seeing his little girl standing a dozen feet away, tucked protectively against Michonne’s side. Her (Y/E/C) eyes reflected with tears, and the tremble in her lip nearly broke Daryl’s heart.

His gaze focused back on Carol. “She needs her mother... and I need my wife... I won’t give up on Y/N.”

“And what am I supposed to tell your little girl when her daddy never comes home?” The anger in Carol’s voice slightly startled Daryl. “Grace can’t lose her father, too.”

“She hasn’t lost her mother, either.” He snapped. “And she sure as hell ain’t going to lose me.”

“No? Well, if you’re so sure about that, go tell that to Grace yourself. She has no idea what the hell is going on, and you have barely spoken to her since your wife disappeared. You owe an explanation, at the very least.” Carol jerked her head back towards where his daughter stood, and he knew that she was right.

His gaze softened as he began to walk towards his daughter, his anger slowly simmering out of his body.

After receiving a pointed look from Michonne, he knelt down on the gravel, ignoring the sharp rocks prodding at his knee. A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips. “Hows my Gracie Girl doing?”

“Where’s Momma?” Her voice was soft but worried, the tears that had been lingering in her eyes previously now slowly falling down her cheeks.”I miss her.”

“I know, baby. I miss her too.” A wave of tears threatened to breach the surface, and Daryl closed his eyes, praying that his daughter couldn’t see him breaking apart inside. “I’m going to go find her.”

“I thought you went looking yesterday.”

“I did.” His eyes opened, and he reached forward gently, grabbing her hands gently in his. “But I haven’t looked everywhere yet. It’s a big world, ya know?”

Grace smiled a little, hope beginning to glow in her eyes. Oh, what Daryl would do to have as much hope as she did.

“Daddy’s going to be gone for a few hours. But I promise that I’ll be back in time for dinner.”

“And a bed time story?” Her smile grew even more.

“And a bed time story.” Daryl managed a small smile of his own. “But you have to promise to behave for Michonne. Can you do that for me?”

“I can.” Grace nodded.

“Good.” He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead before standing up and glancing at Michonne. “Don’t let her get into any trouble.”

She simply nodded her head, her eyes serious and concerned as she watched him turn once more to his little girl.

“I love you, baby. I’ll see you at dinner.” Daryl turned and walked back towards his motorcycle, stopping beside Carol. “I promise I’ll be back before it gets dark.”

“You better. I heard you promised Grace bed time stories.” Her tone had turned humorous, and Daryl sighed as he let her pull him into a gentle hug. “Please be safe. And come home.”

“I will.”

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The morning hours bled away into the afternoon, the sun beginning to scorch the bare skin of Daryl’s arms and neck.

Somewhere along the road, he eventually parked his motorcycle and began searching on foot, keeping track of where he had left of the day before. A few minutes of stumbling through the woods, he came across a small clearing with a cabin nestled within it.

A few bodies were strewn across the grass, a Walker here and there feasting on the decaying flesh of the victim of whatever tragedy had occurred. Daryl lifted his bow, shooting an arrow clear through the head of a Walker munching on an older man.

He quickly loaded another arrow before moving towards the small wooden house. A piece of paper was nailed firmly into the door, and Daryl hesitantly moved forward to read the message scrawled in dark ink.

Property of Daryl Dixon

Returned at the Courtesy of the Governor

His heart immediately dropped, and without second thought, Daryl kicked down the front door of the cabin. The room was dark and completely empty, except for a figure tied to a chair. A sack covered the top of their head, and fear began to trickle down his spine as he approached the chair.

Grabbing the top of the sack, he yanked it off of the unmoving body in the chair, finding no other than his precious Y/N sitting next to him.

“Y/N!” Daryl knelt before her, and quickly untied the the ropes, pulling her body into his arms. “Baby, please.... please wake up.”

Her skin was as white as snow, her lips purple, and her (Y/E/C) eyes were glazed over as they stared at him. He repeated his words urgently, gently shaking her as if to help her return to him. Only a few moments later, his gaze drifted further down. Her throat had been slit, the skin stained scarlet with her blood, that had trickled down to her shirt.

“No...” His voice cracked, his hands shaking as he cupped her face in his hands. “No, no, no...”

The cold empty silence of the room was shattered by the heartbroken, agonized sobs of Daryl Dixon, one of the strongest and toughest men that the entirety of people who had met him knew. This was it... besides his little girl back at the prison, the Governor had found his breaking point, his only weakness. He had found it, and he struck it hard without a second thought.

“I’m so sorry...” Daryl’ voice was a mere whimper, as he held his dead bride in his arms, nearly bursting into tears again as he saw how deep the gash in her throat was. “I promised to keep you safe... I promised that we’d survive this... I promised you everything.”

He felt her body begin to stir and after taking one look at her head, he knew that they left her to turn purposefully. To make it hurt, to make it his responsibility to end her suffering.

Daryl watched as her eyes slowly began to move, and eventually fixed on him. He grabbed the handle of his dagger, pulling it out slowly as his wife began to grasp at him, attempting to fulfill the one need that her human shell of humanity required of her : human flesh.

“I’ll take care of our Gracie Girl.” He whispered softly, gently but firmly holding her at a distance that she couldn’t bite him. “I’ll make sure she remembers you... and I will always remember you... always.”

Without a second thought, Daryl plunged the dagger into the side of her head, watching as the little life left in her finally died away and her body relaxed in his arms, finally at rest forever.

He couldn’t remember how long he stayed there, but he did remember how much he cried. He frankly didn’t care if any of the Governor’s men came in and killed him. Daryl Dixon was unfamiliar with suffering until now, and he knew that he would never forget how much it hurt.

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Little Grace perked at the sound of her father’s motorcycle approaching just around dinner time that evening and immediately began to pull Michonne with her to go great him.

But before she could race out to meet him, a firm but gentle arm pulled the young girl back. Grace looked up at her temporary guardian in a confused manor, but looked back to see her father in the embrace of Carol, his face buried deep in her shoulder.

She frowned, never knowing her father to hug anyone like that except for herself and, of course, her mother.

Daryl eventually pulled himself away from Carol, his cheeks wet with tears and his eyes rimmed red. He approached the two slowly, before kneeling in front of his little girl. “Gracie Girl...”

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” it confused the little girl to see her daddy so upset, but it also terrified her immensely. Even at five and a half, she knew that something was wrong.

It only took one look at the normally stern and sometimes hotheaded archer for Michonne to know that he had found his wife... and something had gone wrong. Dreadfully wrong.

“We need to talk about some things...” his voice was weak, and he cleared his throat before continuing. “And for your bed time story.”

Daryl took her hand gently and they both began to walk away, while Michonne and Carol watched helplessly as the man prepared to tell his little girl that her mother was gone.

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jewel-s-blog · 5 years

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a nap for two - j.jh

genre: enemies(ish) to friends(for now), fluff

transfer student!jaehyun x gender neutral!reader

warnings: other than my bad writing? kind of a slow burn?

word count: 6.5k

inspired by this prompt from @yoonohprompts

plot: transfer student!jaehyun, is an unlikely friend in your final year of high school, but the two of you find yourselves cozily napping under the stairs together rather regularly

a/n: I’m thinking about making this a series, but depends on the feedback I guess. Also, I didn’t actually hate high school (quite the opposite actually, since I found it to be a happy time for me), but I made the oc hate school because I felt it fit with the story better so 🤗 enjoy!

[September 4]

It was kind of strange to see someone new transfer into what was the final year of hell that you were required by law to show up to. What made it even stranger was that most people who did transfer to your high school, mid-quarter, were usually military kids or other lost souls who had been kicked out of whichever previous hellhole whence they came. So when his fresh face walked onto campus, already a good month into senior year, all anyone could talk about was him.

Jung Jaehyun.

He was quiet, and didn’t seem to be very outgoing or the over sharing type, so naturally the theories around his sudden appearance began surfacing like crazy.

Some people said that his parents were these super rich research scientists for the military and they had moved out here to follow their work. Others spread rumors that he had an inappropriate relationship with one of his previous teachers—which you didn’t find hard too hard to believe considering... well, have you seen him?

But most of these theories kind of just went in one ear and out the other. You didn’t have any classes with him, which meant you never really got to have any real interactions with the guy. That meant that while you were aware of his somewhat enigmatic existence, you were really just more focused on needing to get your college apps done and have them looking good enough to make sure you weren’t drowning in debt going into adulthood.

To be honest, while you didn’t particularly love having to get up every morning to drag yourself to get your high school diploma, you still wanted your future to be funnier, happier, and brighter. And to you, that meant being able to go to college. But it wasn’t an easy feat, to say the least.

On top of your studies, there was sports practices, volunteer work, your part-time job, and the piano lessons that your mom convinced you not to quit nearly 7+ times in the past 14 years(the asian jumped out).

Due to the laundry list of obligations you had constantly looming over you, sleep became an elusive little thing. After about a month of running on an average of three hours of sleep per night, the only tea you had time for was the extremely caffeinated kind that filled your two liter flask day and night.

Eventually, you were in such a dire need of rest that you made it a point never to schedule things that took up your lunch time unless completely necessary. And rather than hitting up the cafeteria for a nutritious meal or the lastest gossip (usually about the mystery man himself), you settled for the space under the stairs of the newest building addition.

The place was cool, and quiet, and completely void of all others; which making it the perfect spot to spend the meager 25 minutes of lunch break to get some shut eye.

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[October 12]

It had become routine for you to head straight for your nap-time spot as soon as the bell for lunch rang. Being a Monday made it that much more necessary for you to get to your spot so you could stretch out your legs on the chilled concrete floor and lean back against the backpack you used as a cushion against the just as chilled concrete wall.

You nonchalantly speed walk and whip out your phone, getting your slow jams Spotify playlist ready to shuffle for when you finally get into the perfect napping position.

Rounding the corner, just before your secret spot comes into view, you stop in dead in your tracks because you hear someone. Or more accurately, some people.

Apparently your “secret” spot wasn’t so much a secret anymore. You sigh in dissatisfaction at the thought that someone had the audacity to take away the one thing you looked forward in the craptastic day you were already having despite it not yet even reaching noon.

You hear a high pitched giggle, a sound you’ve become all too familiar with over the past four years of witnessing teenage hormones take over the masses of the student body. At one point, you were a part of those masses, but nothing lasts forever. Instead, it’s the low, baritone heavy voice that surprises you for a split second as it’s not one you can recognize. But once that split second is over, you take that one extra step that reveals the scene that you prepared yourself to find.

“A-hem.” You clear your throat, making your biting annoyance and presence known.

The two bodies face you in an instant, and the innocent shock you see on their faces actually makes you feel a little guilty for interrupting a moment that you really had no business butting into.

So you stand there a bit awkwardly, averting your eyes from the couple, but not allowing your feet to retreat. Staring at the wall, you think about succumbing to the tension in the now cramped space and apologizing. That is, until you hear the low voice reverb yet again, but with a haughty tone laced into it.

“Do you mind?”

Normally, you’d say that you have a particularly long fuse, but in this moment, you allow all the stress, lack of sleep, and frustrations of the day get the better of you. Darting up to look into the eyes that had just challenged you, you seeth back,

“Yes. Yes, I do mind.”

You let your peeved gaze fall onto the girl slightly hidden behind the shoulder of the taller figure before her. Letting it linger, to let her know that you were just as aggravated, if not more aggravated than her companion, she shrank down to hide herself more and let her hand find the side of his arm.

“C’mon. Let’s just go.” She whispers, clearly feeling more embarrassed the longer you hold your ground.

Frankly, this girl was someone you knew personally. She wasn’t in your immediate circle of friends, but you had worked on projects together and hung out outside of school on a few occasions. Basically, the two of you were pretty friendly. She also knew that you weren’t someone to be messed with as you had built a reputation of being amiable but deadly if the situation required.

“Jaehyun—,” she whines, “let’s go.”

He didn’t divert his eyes from you as she tugged at his shirt sleeve.

Jaehyun. That was his name.

You had forgotten momentarily since lately you had gotten so busy, your brain couldn’t register and recognize the unfamiliar face fast enough. But none of that mattered to you now. All you cared about was that you now had only 23 minutes to nap instead of your usual 25. So you add,

“Yeah, Jaehyun. I think it’s time for you to go.” You cock your head and allow a little smirk to form as you are satisfied with how this situation was quickly turning in your favor.

You couldn’t quite believe how mean you’d sounded considering that you’d normally been a pleasant person until senior year rolled around. But never had you really been in a situation that elicited quite the way you were acting in this moment. Whereas you’d normally bottle up the rude snarkniess that formed due to annoyance, you definitely weren’t holding it back now.

Jaehyun huffs, turning his back to you, before grabbing the girl’s hand and walking towards you. You side step, allowing space for them to pass, and didn’t fail to notice the scowl he aims at you while the girl shyly opts to look elsewhere until they were out of your line of sight.

Not about to waste another precious second of your daily rest, you settle into your comfy spot and stuff the white earbuds in place before hitting ‘shuffle’ and finally letting your eyelids descend. A deep sigh falls from your chest as sleep overcomes you until the alarm you’d set on your phone blared into your ears, signaling that it was time to take on the remainder of the day.

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[October 13]

Tuesday morning passes rather quickly before you hear the glorious ring of the lunch bell sound through the classroom. Before anyone has anytime to even attempt making contact with you, you are back in your resting place, with the thankfully empty space swallowing your exhausted form.

To your dismay, it is not long until you feel like another presence has entered the space, making your eyes open reluctantly. Once your vision focuses, you are met with the view of a handsome figure standing before you.

It was a bit of a shock, as no one had ever interrupted your slumber before, but your body was just too tired to provide any physical reaction. So you continue looking up at him, not doing or saying anything before you see his lips moving yet hearing no voice come out with it. You remove one earbud from its place and ask,

“Did you say something?”

He chuckes before repeating, “Hi, I’m Jaehyun.”

A little smile creeps onto his face, thinning out his lips, and revealing two deep dimples that makes your heart nearly erupt. But you shake the feeling away, knowing that just 24 hours prior, you’d seen this very same person in a compromising state in the very same spot you sat in now.

Caught up in your thoughts, he takes your silence as a sign for him to continue the conversation on his own.

“y/n, right?”

And before you can even reply, or nod, or give any indication that he was indeed correct, he’s taking a seat next to you, no doubt aware of how his actions make you visibly uncomfortable.

“What are you—?” You start, voice admittedly a bit shaky due to the fact you were almost in snoozeville just moments ago and there was now another body in such unexpectedly close proximity to yours.

“I gotta hand it to you, this is a nice little getaway you’ve got here.” He cuts you off, looking straight ahead while raising his arms to place his hands gently behind his head.

Turning to meet his eyes with yours, you realize again that you had been silent, and had just been staring at him for a solid 10 seconds. Perhaps he realizes this too, because when your eye contact lingers just a little too long, he noticeably blushes and clears his throat while facing forward again.

So it’s all an act, you think to yourself. In the single interaction you did have with Jaehyun, you had already formed an impression of him in your head that he was your standard ‘blessed-with-heavenly-looks player’ who’d let all the female attention get to his head, boosting his ego, self confidence, and all the qualities of your neighborhood fuckboy.

But the rosy stain on his cheeks, and the quick reddening of his ears made you think different. Maybe he wasn’t actually the person you’d created in your mind of him. And maybe, like you had thought, it was just him acting. So you venture out a little to inquire,

“So... why exactly are you here?”

“Well... uhm...” He keeps his head straight forward again, feeling your gaze burning deep into the side of his right cheek. Evidently all traces of the confident 17 year old boy who had originally approached you was fading fast.

“Because if you knew I use this place as a getaway, then you’d also know that me having a getaway means that I don’t intend on sharing it with others.” Your monotonous tone slightly echoing off the concrete surroundings.

Taking your statement as an attempt at playful banter, he responds in an equally playful way.

“No sharing? Even for me?” Letting the adorable dimples make a reappearance.

“I don’t know you.” You deadpan.

“But you do know me. I just introduced myself. I’m Jung Jaehyun. And I know you, you’re y/n.” He wraps his jacket tighter around his chest to block anymore cool air from getting in, and crosses him arms, stuffing his hands into the crooks of his armpits.

“Okay, but I don’t know know you.” You question to yourself why you were letting this rally of questions and responses continue, knowing full and well that it was cutting into your beloved nap time. Making your priorities shift back to your original reason for being under the stairs in the first place you add,

“And I really don’t care about knowing you. All I care about is that before you came here, I was on the express train to dreamland. But now that you are here...” You don’t finish the sentence because you realize that would mean you admit to his presence having some kind of affect on you.

“Oh, so me being here really bothers you that much? I wonder why.” The smirk clear on his face yet again makes your irritance bubble over. He raises an eyebrow at you and moves his face impossibly closer to your own.

Scoffing at his implication, despite it being true, you shove your left earbud back into place and say,

“I don’t care what you do. Just don’t bother me when I’m trying to sleep. I already have enough things in my life doing that, and I don’t need you to be doing it too.”

With that you close your eyes again, leaning your head against the concrete hoping that there’s still enough time to at least get a good REM session in.

The slow beat of your music drowns your mind and lulls you back, but not before you hear Jaehyun negotiate,

“Ok, I won’t bother you. But only if I get to nap here too.” You feel him shift a bit in place before he too settles into a comfortable position and begins to doze off.

Eventually you do find yourself falling asleep, but it feels like less than five minutes later when the phone alarm goes off, jolting you awake. At first, you are unaware of the heavy head that rests on your left shoulder. But when you do notice it, you can’t help the warm feeling that washes over you as you peer down at the soft pale face snoring lightly against you.

Then the school bell rings, and you think that Jaehyun may stir from that, removing the heavily growing weight off of you. But he doesn’t. He keeps his head there, and continues to snore away softly.

Conflicted about what to do, you think about the best way to wake him up that would result in the least amount of embarrassment for the both of you. But soon enough, you begin to hear voices and footsteps ascending and descending the staircase above. And you know that if you don’t leave now, you may not make it to your next class on the fifth floor in the building that has no elevators.

So rather than from a decision of reasoning, but from a decision of panic, you quickly stand, letting Jaehyun’s unconscious body fall to the ground.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Covering your mouth after realizing what you’d just done. You extend your hands to reach down and help, but he’s already standing up and cupping the shoulder that he not-so-graciously fell on.

“It’s all good.” He says in his sleep jaded voice.

You almost swoon at the raspiness of his low timbre, but again choose to not let it show. You opt to check your lock screen, and face it to Jaehyun to show him the time.

“We have four minutes to get to class.”

He squints at your phone screen before clearing his throat and replying, “Okay.”

“Okay...” you return, “bye then.” Unsure how you should depart from this situation you decide to make it quick and painless, before briskly walking away.

Still in earshot, Jaehyun asks, “So I’ll see you around?”

You don’t stop when you call back to him, “Maybe.”

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The next couple days go by somewhat normally.

Except when you were just about to succumb to the sleep you desparately needed on Wednesday, Jaehyun wordlessly sat himself next to you like he had done the previous day, and seemed to mimic your actions. You both woke up at the sound of your phone alarm and preceded to your classes without so much as a goodbye.

Thursday lunch came, and you were surprised to be greeted with an already sleeping Jaehyun sitting atop a dark blue blanket covering the cold concrete. You admired the way his chest gently rose and fell at a steady pace, and how his milky complexion looked so contempt despite the frown it adorned. Something else you noticed was that there was a space to the right of Jaehyun on the blanket under him. Almost as if he had intentionally made room for you to join him on it.

Going against what you’d assumed what the space was meant for, you chose to sit further in a corner away from him in case he didn’t actually intend to leave that space for you. Because if you did sit there, and he didn’t expect you to be there when he woke up, it really would be quite the embarrassment on your part.

So again, you fall asleep without exchanging words, and leave as soon as the bell shrills a warning for you to begin your five flight ascent.

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Once Friday rolls around, you forget about Jaehyun and your nappy time. Because instead, you have to lead a meeting for one of your volunteer clubs and you had stayed up the whole previous night preparing for it. It didn’t help that all morning you were running around campus making copies of event sign-up sheets and getting signatures from the club advisor.

So when Jaehyun wakes up to the sound of ringing echoing off the walls, he finds himself disappointed that you didn’t show. And due to the busy last 24-hours you had, the possibility of of a frown on his face when he fails to find yours next to him never even crosses your mind.

It is later in the day, when you are grabbing your gym bag from your locker, that you’re startled by a face appearing once your locker door is shut. You hadn’t heard him come up to you thanks to the earbuds that seemed to constantly occupy your small sound receivers. But Jaehyun’s puppy-like features are suddenly next to you, and out comes a little stumble back with a quiet gasp escaping your lips.

After collecting your composure, you take out the left earbud again.

“Jeez, you scared me.” You say, bringing a hand to touch over your heart.

He chuckles, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” and scratches the back of his head while retreating a little to give you some space. “I just...well...you weren’t there today...”

A bit confused at the vagueness of his sentence, it takes you a moment before you realize the meaning behind it. Your eyes widen at him and then hastily look away.

“Oh... yeah... I had a meeting today, so I couldn’t nap at lunch like ususal...” You grab at the strap of your gym bag and give it a squeeze, not making eye contact with the figure looking down at you almost as if you had committed a crime against him and you felt guilty about it. But why? It’s not like you had an obligation to show up... right?

a/n: So that’s it for now. I’ve had this in my drafts for like a month and idk what to do with it anymore so I’d really like some feedback! I’m not even sure if I did this plot line justice or if readers are even interested in this plot line so yeah. Maybe if people are interested, I’d consider making this a series? But pls let me know! Thanks! -jewel

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