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You Could Use Some Language

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This is chapter 3.

Summary: after cleaning the outside of the prison, it's time for the inside, but there are gonna be some trouble.

Pairing: eventual Daryl x female!reader

Word-count:1.4k

Chapter 2

Chapter 4 is work in progress

English isn't my first language, so I'm very open to suggestions on grammar and spelling. This is a slow burn type of fanfiction, so now interaction between Daryl and the reader are limited, but will grow overtime

This took so much time to write due to school work. I've been very exhausted all week, but at least I completed the chapter. Hope you enjoy.

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The next morning you wake up feeling a little bit better than yesterday. Your body is slowly getting used to sleeping on the hard ground.

You get out of your tent only to find everybody are already at work. You must accidentally sleep an hour more or so.

You head towards Carol; She is preparing breakfast for everyone and you want to help her, but on your way there Rick reaches for your shoulder to inform you about the plan to get the inside of the building cleared out. Yeah, the yard was safe, but the inside would be safer for Lori and the baby.

The plan was pretty similar to the one you had yesterday, so it was easy to understand.

Rick quickly gathered everyone and put the idea to work.

You successfully got everything done without anybody getting hurt, which was pure luck considering how dangerous it was.

You now have an entire block of cells, but Rick insisted anyway to clear another one. You are exhausted but to get on everyone's good side this was indispensable.

You enter another block. This time it was you, Hersel, Maggie, Glenn, Daryl, T-dog and Rick. Y’all create a circle to have everyone's back cover, it's the same strategy as before.

You are in a hallway and you encounter a small amount of walkers, which is good. However, a larger group appear from the end of the corridor and your group ends up divided due to panic.

You are so close to the walkers and you look around not knowing where to go. There is too much noise and it is getting you overwhelmed, which makes focusing so hard no matter how hard you're trying.

You don't scream, your head is in another whole universe to even try.

You suddenly feel someone dragging you from behind into a room, then the door closes with you inside. You turn around to look at who just saved you. It was Daryl. You look at him, your heartbeat is still so high because of the near death. You accidentally got yourself not just looking at him, but staring when he rotates his head towards you. Then you both look towards the closed door, trying to hear when it is safe to go, but a scream breaks into the walker's noises, You couldn't recognize who it is. Then, another scream gets heard, This time you recognize it, this is Maggie screaming.

You look at the door and then at Daryl. You don't know what to do, there are so many walkers out there.

“What are we supposed to do?” You ask him

“surely not stayin' here”

Daryl opens the door and runs towards the screaming sound. You're right behind him, running too.

When you two get to the source of the sound, you realize immediately what you are witnessing: Hersel got bit and needs medical attention.

Rick and the others take Hersel and drag him into another wing of the structure. You and Maggie are looking around to keep the journey to the wing as safe as you could.

You enter a cafeteria. They were other three people, prisoners. Rick tries to quickly handle them. In the meantime, due to the adrenaline of the moment, you take the impulse decision to chop off Hersel’s leg, the bite's location. You think it could prevent the infection from spreading.

He starts to lose so much blood and you panic even more. ‘what have I done’ you think to yourself. You waste no time to block the hemorrhage as you can.

The others take what looks like a barrel and they help you put Hersel on there. You push the barrel back to the precious cleared block.

The prisoners aren't your main focus at the moment, Rick would eventually deal with them. Your priority now is to look after Hersel.

As you walk with Hersel’s barrel into his cell, you see Beth's worried face. She looks like she's on the verge of breaking down and crying. You feel so sorry for her, you don't know if her father can make it but you surely are going to do whatever you can to save him. Beth doesn't deserve this.

As you enter Hersel's cell, Carol helps you to stabilize him as you can.

As you finish, you decide to sit beside him. Soon Beth and Maggie join you.

“I'm sorry for you father.” you look down, so embarrassed by what happened. Chopping his leg off was such a big responsibility to take, maybe too big for you to handle.

“You don't need to be. We get that you're trying your best. He's going to make it, we know it” Maggie responds to you.

You could feel their sympathetic looks on you, but don't dare to look back.

“I'll give you some privacy.” you said standing up.

“wait.” Beth comes closer to you and hugs you.

You don't hug her back. You can't bring yourself to.

“Now you can go.” She continues, after her hug ends.

She looks at you straight in the eyes and you two make eye contact for a few seconds before you look away. You could see her eyes were filled with tears ready to fall out.

You get out the room and head to the yard. You can see Daryl smoking and even though it's not night yet, you head towards him the same.

As you get in front of him, you take a deep breath and ask him for a sigarette.

“Can I get one?”

He throws one at you with his broken lighter.

“Try get yer own next time.”

“It's not that easy in this new world.” you take the cigarette from the ground, lighting up your cigarette and taking a long drag. You can feel all your body muscles relaxing from the previous tension. “Maybe if you could tell me where you find them, I could get my own.”

Daryl doesn't respond to you, but it doesn't really surprise you anymore.

You exhale the smoke entering your lungs.

“Has anyone ever told you that you could use some language? Maybe everyone would even be nicer to you if you did.”

Still no response.

You look down at the ground as your sitting on the grass.

“you know, today was very stressfull. I get that we need a safe place for Lori and her baby, but now Rick is asking too much. We already own a whole block, we are good.”

You keep your gaze on the green grass as you continue speaking. Smoke has never tasted so bittersweet.

“I feel so sorry for Beth, She doesn't deserve any of this. I mean, she's just a teenager she should be able to live her life like one instead of being stuck in this hell of a situation. I just hope everything gets over soon so we all can go on with our normal life's. The ones we had before all of this.”

You don't dare to move away your eyes from the ground while you're speaking. You can sense that Daryl is still there, smoking his cigarette. You don't know if he is listening or not, but talking out loud about what you're feeling is kind of refreshing for you. A hoarse voice interrupters your thoughts.

“ya dun get it, do ya? Nothin’ is going back the way it was.”

Daryl's words make space in your mind. Maybe he is right or maybe not, but now it is not time to worry about it and you're not in the right shape to handle the weight of being hopeless about things going back the way they were.

“Maybe” you say as you put down the cigarette on the ground. Then you stand up.

“Thanks Daryl for before.” Referring to when he saved you some hours ago. “And for this” you say motioning your hand towards the cigarette you put down.

He doesn't respond as usual, but you're glad anyways.

You then go back inside the prison to see how Hersel is doing.

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I NEED THIS. But I'll probably get my septum down first

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Chapter list:

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⋆ chapter 2

⋆ chapter 3

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Masterlist

I'll write for twd characters. If you have suggestions or requests about one shots or series I could write. Please lemme know.

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Series

⋆"you could use some language" (ongoing)

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You could use some language

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This is chapter 2

Summary: the group finds the prison and clear the yard. In the meantime Beth and Y/N are on their way into friendship

Pairing: eventual Daryl x fem!reader

Word-count: 1.4k

This is going to be a slow burn type of fan fiction because I think it can fit more into Daryl's character. For now they don't talk much, eventually their conversation will start to get longer

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

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You return to your tent. You couldn't understand why Daryl kept acting like that around you.

You look at the cigarette in your hand, the one he gave you just a moment ago. You rotate it in your hand, analyzing it and then putting it down.

That cigarette was the first act of kindness he ever gave you and also the first one you had since the breakout. You decide to keep it as a keepsake. You knew that your jeans pocket was going smell after that due to cigarette’s ashes, but you really didn't mind, you missed that smell.

You turn around and decide to get some sleep, unfortunately all the thoughts running through your head made it hard.

Lori could get into labor at any moment, you needed a safe place for her and the baby. The tension in the group made it more difficult to remain comfortable: you don't know when or where you could be able to find a safe place to call home, after all staying on the streets wasn't that much of a good option, you noticed it when you left the quarry. It was too dangerous for everyone.

You wish you could fit into the group. Almost everybody respects you, that was true, but you feel like nobody actually likes you. You could feel it, it isn't the first time this happens.

You turn around to look for a more comfortable position to sleep in, it's not that easy to sleep well on the hard ground.

You catch yourself thinking about Daryl another time. He is the more “accessable” one to maybe start a friendship. Using his smoking pauses seemed like a good idea and a great excuses too, but he also is the most hostile one towards you. Then you think about Carol, maybe you can help her cook for the group and in the meantime get closer to her.

You really don't know if those are actually good ideas or not, but you are ready to cling to whatever your mind births as long as there was the possibility to get some friends.

In the end you decide that you will help the girls in the day. At night you’ll try to sneak some cigarettes from Daryl and smoke with him. Now that you think about it, you still didn't know how he found tobacco in the apocalypse, you surely are going to ask him that tomorrow.

A couple of hours later, sleep finally find its way into you.

You wake up early in the morning due to the bright sun passing through your tent. You didn't rest at all. Your back is hurting a bit and you have a light headache. The first night outside the farm did not go well at all.

You're feeling quite irritable, but you have to help around this morning in order to get in good terms with everyone.

You gather all of your remaining energy and you get out the tent. The sun is too brilliant for being this early in the day and it hits your face too violently. You could really use a hot coffee and a cigarette, but it doesn't look like you can get neither of them now.

You help the others to get everything into the truck and RV in order to get back on the road, in search for something safer.

On the way you decide to talk to Beth. Pretty soon you discover she's easy to talk to. You didn't get a chance to talk to her before, but you're glad you did now. Her energy really took your irritability away making even you look friendlier.

You two talk about your lives before the apocalypse. What you did before, your hopes and dreams etc. You even discover you went to the same high school for a while, obviously you graduated before and started college at Atlanta, meanwhile Beth was still in high school.

She was in her last year right before. You felt kinda upset about the fact that she never got to see her senior prom. In addition she really seems so excited about the idea of prom and kept asking you about it.

“So what it was like for you?”

“Oh, it was amazing actually.” you replied.

“Did you go with someone? As a partner I mean.”

“I did it”

“And who was it?”

“It was this girl I had most of my classes with. I wasn't that popular among the boys and nobody seemly had the intention to invite me. However she was quite popolar, she had various people proposing to her, but she rejected everyone to ask me to go with her. She was the prettiest and sweetest girl I ever met.” Your mouth draw a warm smile across your face and Beth noticed it.

“you had a crush on her, didn't you?”

“I actually did, as well as other people too. I never confessed to her tho.” you look down in embarrassment.

“I knew it!”

“I never thought it could be that obvious”

Before Beth could respond to you, Maggie interrupted you two to inform you of a possible building you could take. It was a prison.

“Those are great news, Maggie. A prison is a huge place where all of us can live”

“Yeah they are” Maggie answers “But there's only one problem. There are walkers everywhere inside. That's why I wanted to ask Y/N if she wanna help us clear at least the yard.” Both Maggie and Beth glance at you “That would be a great start for today. We'll see if we wanna take the entire prison another day.”

You look back at Maggie. You know the group relies on your fighting skills, helping them was the least you could do now.

“Why not. I’d be glad to help you.” you smiled at Maggie

“This is great to hear. Come with me now, we need to clear the courtyard before the sun goes down. That counts for you too, Beth. You’ll have a role in this too, but I don't know which, you should ask Rick. Now come on.”

Both Beth and you follow Maggie outside the RV and towards Rick. He divedes the group in two section: one part will distract the walkers from outside the fence with noises in order to let the second part of the group enter inside the yard without being attacked by all the walkers at once. It would be easier to clear and it was also the less risky option. So that's what you do.

Y’all finish clearing when the sunset begins. You finally had a huge place for you all.

You by the fire besides Beth. You finish eating and Beth started singing a song their mother used to sang to Maggie and her. Maggie soon joined her singing.

You looked at the RV, on top of it there was Daryl. Carol just left him dinner.

When both Beth and Maggie conclude their melody, you decide to excuse yourself and head towards Daryl.

He looks at you, but he doesn't to speak. You notice the cigarette on his hand and ask him one.

“Could I get one?” you ask pointing at the cig.

He hands you one with a lighter and you take them both.

You try to light the lighter, but there was nothing that you could do to get it started.

“You should really get a new one!” you exclaim

Ultimately Daryl takes the lighter in your hand and lights it up for you.

“it ain't that difficult t’ get it t’ work once ya understand how”

“that doesn't change the fact that you need a new one” you take a long drag from the cig. Inhale and exhale slowly, you really want to take the moment and enjoy it.

When you finish your cigarette you glance at him “Goodnight Daryl. Thank you for the cigarette”

He obviously doesn't respond to you, he just gives you a cold look, but you can detect that it wasn't as cold as before which you can consider progress.

You head towards your tent and get some sleep.

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You could use some language

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This is chapter 1

Summary: this a brief smoking session with season 3 Daryl, right after escaping the farm but a little bit before finding the prison. Daryl and Y/N don't really talk despite being in the same group since the quarry. Daryl's holding a grudge towards Y/N for helping Rick to handcuff Merle to that rooftop and doesn't really want anything to do with her.

Pairing: eventual Daryl x fem!reader

Word-count: 533

This is also a little experiment, if this goes well I will create a series out of this story with longer chapters. This is also my first time writing a fanfiction so I hope you'll enjoy. Sorry for eventual grammar mistakes, English isn't my first language.

Slow burn typa of fic

Chapter 2

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You have been traveling with Daryl Dixon for a few months now, and you cannot help but feel drawn to him. His rugged exterior and quiet demeanor had something special in them.

However, you have not dared to converse with him. Despite being in the same group with the same goals, you have only received some grunts and unfriendly glances from him. You didn't really know why he did; he talked with everyone one else except you.

You noticed that he usually sneaks out at night for a cigarette or two, and you decide to follow him one night, primarily because you used to smoke too before the outbreak, and you wanted to see if you could get some from him.

“Watcha smoking?”

The question caught Daryl's attention as he turns around. With his expressionless face he replies "Tobacco. Ya want sum?" as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes he found after the last exploring excursion.

For the first time in months he responded to you.

His face remains unchanged, he just stares at you waiting for your answer without showing any emotion on his face.

"I didn't know you could be so generous" you affirmed with a tiny bit of sarcasm in your voice while grabbing a cigarette from his pack "You got a lighter too?”

Daryl ignores your comment, he simply tosses you a lighter, his facial expression remains unchanged, it seems like if everything is not a big deal to him. In the meanwhile he also grabs a cigarette but it looks like the lighter doesn't want to work. Despite this Daryl remains calm and doesn't seem to care too much about it "This lighter sucks" as he shakes the lighter trying to ignite it while keeping his cigarette between his teeth.

You remained silence, glancing at Daryl trying to get the lighter to work. He looks quite silly and clumsy in this situation.

Daryl finally manages to light up the cigarette, he leans against a tree and looks at the sky. A long silence then breaks.

After a bit he speaks again "What brings ya t' follow me?”

"Just the cigarette smell" you admit "now can you light also mine?” hinting at the cigarette in your hand.

As he hears your request he turns away from the sky without saying anything and lights up your cigarette too.

"Got what ya wanted? No' leave" he says giving you an expressionless look, and without waiting for a reply he goes back staring at the sky lighting up his own cigarette once again.

"Why are you always so rude?" You commented quite annoyed by his attitude while grabbing a deep drag from your cigarette.

Daryl slowly shakes his head as he takes a drag from his cigarette, still not looking towards you

"I dun' have t' be friendly or chat with ya just cuz we are in the same group. We barely even speak, we are strangers" he replied with the same neutral expression

He was right after all.

"Now... Do i have to ask again?”

"Alright, alright. I'll leave" you said taking your cigarette with you, smoking it on your way to your tent

Daryl gives you a short nod. He doesn't speak, he simply takes another drag from his cigarette and goes back staring at the sky.

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