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pls don’t let this flop- i spent way too much time on this

its on my main side blog because this blog shall forever remain a mistake … unless of of course she blows up xo

HEY can you dorg a rick grimes x readertsxdr wbere its enemies to lovers i really life your fsanfics AND think rhye are super cool.

- CLOSER⋆☆ 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings — depictions of heavy violence & gore, coarse language, mentions of cannibalism [terminus era], light nsfw content/fluff

if there is true evil in this world, it lies in the heart of man kind.

when the world fell it became all the more evident that evil was rooted into humanity, and it only took a devastating, world-ending event for me to realise. those who were left in the world didn’t need to fear the dead that roamed the earth but instead they should fear the people that survived.

after weeks of traveling up and down the various railways running across georgia i was finally on my way home. my back ached and my feet were almost numb. i had been walking all night, never stopping because if i did, there was no way i’d be able to start again. i had endured weeks of unrest and uncertainty all to avoid the brutalities of my brother's ideologies.

not that my brother knew but the real reason i left our hellish home was to protect the greater good, not because i particularly cared but because i couldn’t bare seeing helpless people coming to us for refuge only to be thrown in train carts to have their heads served on a platter days later.

i dreaded each step that pulled me closer to home. every part of me just wanted to turn around and forget about everything i had left behind but i couldn’t. as evil as they were, they were still my family. as my eyes rose to the horizon - the sun barely peaking through the tree line - i noticed something about a mile down the road. i momentarily froze, my eyes narrowing as i focused on the pair.

it was two men, leaned up against an old rusted vehicle, causing my steps slow as i continued to cautiously creep closer. listening to them closely, i began to listen in to their quiet conversation. one man was wearing a leather vest and had straight hair that went past his ears while the man beside him was wearing a brown suede jacket and his hair was curled and tinted slightly red, along with his beard and chin.

i moved off the road, walking towards the treeline only to catch their attention seconds later. "hey!" one of the men yelled as they both rose to their feet.

my hands rose into the air in the blink of an eye, choosing to leave my pistol hidden as i crept back onto the road. “i don’t want any trouble.” i spoke firmly, my eyes wandering between the two men as the man with curled air pulled a barrelled colt python, keeping two hands on the gun as he kept it pointed to the ground. “m’just passin’ through.”

"passin' through?" one of the men asked, his southern accent as clear as day as his head tilted to the side by half an inch.

i nodded, staying still as i stood opposite to the two men. "just headin' home." i added, lowering my hands slightly, only for the man's gun to rise. "will you get that thing outta my face?" i scoffed, my hands freezing beside my shoulders.

the bloodied man looked at me for a moment before lowering his gun, placing it back inside the holster attached to the belt sitting around his waist.

"you have a group?" he asked, both his hands resting on his hips.

i shrugged weakly, finally dropping my hands back to my side. "guess you could call 'em that." i mumbled, internally debating if i should tell the two men of terminus, although i'm sure my brother would find a use for them.

“that didn’t answer my question.” the man with the gun quickly responded, his southern accent thickening as he spoke.

"kinda did," i smirked, weakly shrugging my shoulders as my eyes narrowed. a moment of silence fell between the three of us, the soft wind blowing through our hair as we all stood on the long-abandoned road. "can i go now?" i asked.

the two men looked at each other before their cold eyes returned to mine. "you heard about terminus?" he asked, his hand momentarily leaving his hip to vaguely point in the direction of the community before returning to his hip.

"yeah." i responded nonchalantly shrugging my shoulders. "if yer know what's good for ya, you'll stay away."

i'd soon realize my word of warning was not merely threatening enough to keep them away.

i was standing beside the grill where my mother was cooking some of the freshly marinated mystery meat when a grin appeared on my mother's lips. "hi," she smiled. "heard you came through the back door, smart." she added, causing me to spin around to find the two men from the highway along with a tall slender woman, holding a katana and a younger boy wearing a brown sheriff's hat wandering towards us. "you'll fit right in here." she added, flipping a small portion of meat.

shit.

"hey mary, could you fix each of these new folks a plate for me?" alex asked, briefly looking across at me, giving me a weak nod.

that's when he looked at me, his eyes filled with a type of betrayal that cut deep. only when the woman with dark brown hickory dreadlocks spoke.

"why do you do it?" she asked, stopping a few feet away from the grill that alex and i stood in front of. "why do you let people in?"

alex offered them a smile, taking two plates from my mother's hands. "the more people become a part of this, we get stronger." he explained, a sentence i had heard dozens of times. "that's why we put up the signs," my eyes met the man's standing behind the woman, his face now clean from blood. "invite people in. it's how we survive." alex continued, began to wander over to the younger boy, extending one of the plates to him before mumbling, "here." before giving the second plate to the woman.

i took the next set of paper plates from my mother before wandering across to the two men who i had met on the highway mere hours before. his eyes were now focused on alex, scanning his body carefully before stopping at the pocket watch that dangled from his waist. his icy blue eyes snapped in my direction as i took another step closer, and all in a heartbeat he had smacked the plates of food from my hand before wrapping one hand across the top of my chest, pulling me up against his chest as the end of his gun rested against my temple.

"where the hell you get that watch?" the man snapped, looking at alex as he kept my body restrained against his.

"put the gun down!" alex stressed, stepping back as the stranger's weapons rose, creating a spaced-out semi-circle defending the unappointed leader of the small group.

my hands latched onto his forearm, trying to ease the immense amount of pressure he had applied to my chest. "you want answers handsome?" i sneered, my voice lower as my face paralleled his. "put down the gun 'n i'll give 'em to ya." i tired to bargain, keeping my voice low.

"i see your man on the roof with a sniper rifle." he spat, tightening his grip across my decolletage as his fingers dug into my shoulder. "how good's his aim?" he snickered, his hot breath blowing onto my cheek before he turned his attention back to alex. "where'd you get the watch?" he yelled, his voice demanding and stern.

"don't do anything! just put the gun down!" alex's instructed, his voice weary and riddled with nerves.

i let out a sigh as i noticed alex trembling, his very cowardness making me roll my eyes. "i've got it." i muttered, causing alex to look at me before turning to the sniper on the roof. "tell 'em to back off." i instructed.

although the idiot was my brother, it didn’t mean i liked him. he cowered at the first sign of danger, his entire body would shake and he could be incapable of forming a complete sentence without becoming a stuttering mess. so when he turned back to look at our mother, it didn't surprise me that he wanted her approval.

"back down!" mary yelled, causing the sniper from the rooftop to disappear.

"listen to me." i snapped, keeping my voice relatively quiet giving us some sort of privacy as everyone stood three or four feet away. "there's a lot of 'em, be smart about this," i whispered near his ear, causing him to shoot me a look of disgust.

"where'd he get the watch?" the man repeated, beginning to sound a little like a broken record.

scoffing at his question, i turned my head a little more, his coarse beard tickling my cheek. "i don't know." i hissed. "i got here an hour before you did." i spat.

"what about the riot gear?" he questioned, turning his body to face a man a few meters away covered in black riot gear, taking my body with his as he spun again to face a blonde woman wearing a red poncho. "the poncho?" he snapped in my ear.

before i could respond, my brother walked into the courtyard, his hands up by his shoulders. "got the riot gear off a dead cop." gareth explained, the man spinning in the direction of my brothers voice, taking me with him. "found the poncho on a clothesline." he added.

i pushed myself onto the tips of my toes and leaned into his before whispering, "don't trust him."

the stranger flashed me a look of confusion before turning his focus to my brother, breifly point his gun at gareth before pushing it back into the side of my head.

"you talk to me!" he demanded.

"what's there left to say?" gareth queried, his eyebrows pinching together as he continued. "you don't trust us anymore."

"gareth!" i snapped, only for him to bitterly snap, "shut, up. it's okay." he took in a breath of air before continuing. "rick what do you want?" gareth asked.

rick. now i had a name for the idiot that didn't listen to me.

"where are our people?" rick yelled, his grip tightening even further as my skin began to turn into an ivory white from the pressure.

a devilish laugh escaped from gareths lips. "you didn't answer the question."

bullet shells littered the floor. a bullet scrapped across my shoulder causing me to fall to the group as rick and his people ran off. by the time i had gotten back up to my feet they were gone and the commotion had gone with them.

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watching gareth’s goons bring in rick and few other people from the train cars and lining up along the slop trays, i stood by gareth with my assault rifle in hand. eight men were lined up, each of them squirming and fidgeting as butchers worked beside them on medical tables, cutting into the bodies of unidentified victims. victims that had been taken while i was gone.

“alright.” gareth mumbled, giving his goons the okay to complete the brutal task of taking out each of the men.

a man with a bat swung the silver weapon hitting a young blonde man on the opposite end to rick and the other man from the highway. as he fell unconscious, a second man wearing a clear apron using his hand to pull up his head before slicing his throat, allowing a crimson fountain to spew from his neck into the tray.

the men began to grunt and scream as the goons moved along to the next victim. as i stood beside gareth, i looked across to find him watching each slaughter intently. he was no longer my brother. in the weeks that i had been gone gareth had turned into an unrecognizable monster. i had known about the cannibalistic urges that had consumed gareth before i left but when i returned, i had discovered how bad it had become.

“what are you doin’ this for?” i asked in a hushed whisper, my eyes remaining focused on rick and the man from the highway as they stared right back at me. “they look somewhat useful.”

i could feel gareth’s eyes watching me, his eyes burning holes into the side of my head before turning his attention back to the slop trays. “they’re threats.” he answered plainly. “hey guys!” gareth called out, catching the attention of his goons. “what were your shot counts?” he asked, pulling out a note book and pencil from his back pocket.

“38.” the man with the knife answered, standing behind the next victim waiting for them to be knocked out.

“hey!” gareth yelled, catching the attention of the good with the bat. “your shot count?” he asked.

“crap man, i’m sorry.” he sighed, causing gareth to let out a disappointing sigh. “it was my first round up.” the man weakly defended.

“after you done here, go back and count the shells.” gareth instructed. “kaylee won’t be gathering them until tomorrow.” he added, beginning to write a note down in his book. “four from a, four from d.” he began to count, wandering closer to the remaining men.

a man beside rick, that i hadn’t seen before began to squirm before grunting, “hey, let me talk to you for a minute.” his voice was muffled as he repeated, “let me talk to you!”

gareth sighed before reaching out to the man, pulling the cloth from his mouth. “what?” he spat.

“don’t do this.” he pleaded. “we can fix this.”

“no you can’t.” gareth replied nonchalantly, attempting to pull the cloth back into the mans mouth as continued to reason with my brother.

before gareth could put the cloth into the mans mouth, he continued. “you don’t have to do this.” he repeated. “we told you theres a way out of all of this.” he tried to reason, taking a few heavy breaths before continuing. “you just have to take a chance. we have a man that knows how to stop it.”

did he mean a cure?

gareth looked up from his book. “he has a cure. we just have to get him to washington.” the desperate man explained. “you don’t have to do this man. we can out the world back the way it was.”

“we can’t go back bob.” gareth mumbled, finally shoving the cloth into bobs mouth causing him to mumble gibberish.

he then knelt down in front of rick, taking the cloth from his mouth before muttering, “saw you go into the woods with a bag and come out without it.” he paused for a second, rick turning his head to the right by half an inch. “had to pull my spotters back before we could go look for it.” gareth explained. “what was in it?” he asked, waiting for ricks response but got nothing. “you hid it right? incase things went bad. smart.” he weakly grinned. “we’ll find it but it’s too dangerous to go out there right now.”

gareth had become to desperate. he pulled his knife out of his pocket, pointing it at bobs neck. “what was in it?” he snapped. “i’m curious, and it was a big bag. you really gonna let me do this?” he asked, flicking his head in bob’s direction.

“well let me take you out there.” rick responded, no doubt pissing gareth off more then he already was. “i’ll show you.” he continued.

“not gonna happen.” gareth responded sharply. “this might.” he added, once again his head motioning towards bob.

“there’s guns in it.” rick finally answered. “ak 47, 44 magnum, automatic weapons, night-scope, a compound bow and a machete with a red handle.” he listed. “thats what i’m gonna use to kill you.”

bold. threatening your captor as he had a knife pressed up to your friends neck? very bold.

gareth laughed, shoving the cloth back into his mouth before patting ricks shoulders. “thanks.” he smiled, walking back towards me as he put his notebook into his back pocket. “you have two hours to get them on the dryers. i’m gonna go back to the public face. we need to dial it all in by sundown!” he instructed.

but before his goons could respond, gunshots came from outside and just as gareth went to radio more of his men, a ground shaking boom went off causing us to all loose balance.

“stay here until i know what’s going on!” gareth yelled, running out of the room, leaving me and three of his goods with the four prisoners.

“so we just sit here?” the man asked me as i regained my ground, standing on my feet with my rifle firmly in my hand.

“you got a job to do.” i instructed, motioning towards the men that was fallen.

this was one of the few times i was grateful to be on gareths good side. i had a silencer attached to the end of my assault rifle which allowed me to take down the two butchers on the other side of the room without the brainless goons noticing. and with two more shots - each of them to the head - both of those brainless goons were on the floor, leaving the four prisoners startled.

slinging my gun over my shoulder i ran over to the four men, pulled my knife out the black leather holster strapped to my thigh. i knelt down, cutting the zip ties that had been used to keep them restrained. as i began to cut bobs i looked across and rick and the others.

“out that door, theres a hallway that leads to the armoury, all your shits in there.” i explained, motioning my head towards the door gareth had gone through moments prior. “you get your people ‘n get outta here.” i added, moving across to rick, beginning to cut through the tie.

“thank you.” bob spoke, his voice shaky but genuine as he stood up to begin searching the room for a weapon. “why are you helping us?” he asked.

i scoffed as i cut through rick’s zip tie, allowing him to stand up, following bob’s actions of looking for a weapon. “i should’ve taken down all those stupid signs.” i muttered, moving along to the man from the highway, beginning to cut through the zip tie.

“why didn’t you?” rick asked, his hand pointing at me accusingly.

“i thought he might’ve changed!” i snapped, moving along to the final prisoner. “doesn’t matter now,” i mumbled to myself. “i can get out to that tree-line where y’all hid your bag in about five minutes.” i announced to the group of men. “i’ve got a view of the train yard from there so i can keep an eye out for you and your people.”

“why should we trust you?” rick muttered, his voice bitter and mistrusting as i freed the last man. "you could've told us this place wasn't safe."

i stood up, handing my knife to the man i had just freed before turning to the others. "do you have dementia?" i asked rhetorically. "i warned you assholes not to come here." i snapped, taking a step closer to rick, looking up into his eyes as i muttered, “you don’ have to listen to me, but my brother’ll kill the lot of yer the first chance he gets.”

rick did nothing. he just stared at me. rolling my eyes at the mans stubbornness, i pushed past him, wandering towards a door that led out to the courtyard, disappearing from their sight.

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i watched ricks group - larger then i thought- run towards the tree line i had been hiding in for the past hour or so. hundreds of geeks swarmed terminus as flames bellowed from the numerous builds and warehouses. by the time i had reached the group they were preparing to leave. swinging my gun over my shoulder - not wanting the significantly large group to think i was a threat - i quietly approached them. as i grew closer, i made the idiotic mistake of stepping on a dried stick, sending a loud crack throughout the woods.

"the hell are you doin' 'ere?" the man from the highway spat, pulling away from a lady that had short grey hair.

"i just saved your life jackass, a thanks would be nice." i snapped, continuing to walk closer to group.

a tall man with amber hair and a thick mustache stepped forward from the outer circle of the group, both his hands holding onto some sort of military grade machine gun. "i'm sorry honey, who the hell are you?" he asked in an even thicker southern accent then ricks.

"she saved our lives." a man spoke sternly, his hand extended holding my bowie knife i had given him no more then an hour prior. it was the man from the slop trays. "here." he smiled.

"save is a strong word." rick muttered, his eyes meeting mine a few seconds later. his hand sat on his hip - which seemed to be a habit of his - while the other wiped the bottom half of his face. "we barely made it out alive." he spoke a little louder.

choosing to ignore rick's idiotic comment, i turned my attention to bob. "you." i pointed at the stranger. "you serious about that cure?" i asked.

bob nodded along to my question before turning a dark haired man standing beside the taller redheaded man. he had a black mullet and a poorly shaven face, he was also shaking as he stepped forward, one hand rising into the air as he spoke, "that would be correct ma'am." he answered, also having a thick southerner accent. "my names eugene porter and i know the cure to save this mess." he spoke proudly.

"you still need a ride to washington?" i asked, my attention remaining on the two men standing beside each other.

"we-well yess ma'am." eugene stammered.

"i know a place 'bout a days way from here." i noted, nodding my head in the general direction. "s'got a bus round the back, s'been there since the beginnin'." i added, the very news making the two men smile.

"nah." the man from the highway grumbled, causing me to spin in his direction as i let out a sigh of frustration. "las' time we listened to you we ended up 'ere." he spat bitterly, throwing his hand across his chest as his jaw clenched.

"sorry, listened to me?" i repeated sarcastically, my eyes widening in shock as the man stood there, looking at me as if he was ready to knock me out. "i told you fuckin' idiots to stay the hell away." i spat, my voice unintentionally rising as i grew more frustrated.

"hey!" the man with the moustache hissed, causing me to spin back in his direction. "where the shit is this damn bus?" he demanded, taking another step closer to me.

i exhaled through my nose, trying to control my temper as i explained, "'bout a days trip." i repeated. "n' if it's alright with eugene i'd like to help-"

"you're not comin' with us." rick cut in, his voice forceful and alarming as he stepped closer to me, making sure his point was heard.

looking up at rick, who stood a foot or so away from me, i forced a smile onto my lips. "didn't ask you cowboy."

"hey!" another voice cut in, this time a woman i hadn't seen before. "she's got a bus, lets just check it out." she insisted, her eyes focused on rick as he seemed to be some sort of leader amongst the group.

"fine." he grumbled, his jaw remaining clenched as his head tilted to its side, another mannerism that he commonly did. "but hand over your weapons." rick bargained.

i turned to face rick, our bodies now parallel to each other as looked up at the infuriating man. "i ain't givin' you shit." i spat. "we're surrounded by geeks n'i need to protect myself." i explained, although nothing was getting through his dense stubborn head.

"it's not negotiable."

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walking up the squeaky white church steps behind ricks group, listening as he interrogated the priest that had let us into the church to begin with. it was poorly lit but well kept as we wall stood in the isle, listening to rick as he continued with his questions.

“how’d you survive here for so long?” he asked, holding his daughter, judith on his hip. “where did your supplies come from?” rick continued.

“luck.” the priest answered. “our annual canned food drive, things fell apart right after we finished.” he continued, a grin plastered on his lips. “it was just me.” he continued as rick passed his daughter to carl, who i had learned was his son. “the food lasted a long time, ‘n then i started scavenging. i’ve cleaned out every place near by.” he paused for a moment before continuing. “except for one.”

“what kept you from it?” rick asked, resting his hand on his hip.

“it’s overrun.”

thats how i ended up waist deep in mirky, geek filled water in a thrift store basement. it was a situation i did not intend on being apart of, but here i was, marching through the grey water to protect the wimpy priest had run and frozen to avoid an old withered librarian.

rick was taking down a near by geek that had lunged towards him in the blink of an eye, allowing me to take one step forward before grabbing onto the back of the librarians head. with all my body weight i pushed the decaying body toward a near by shelf, smashing the geeks head against the metal pole. the sounds of its skull cracking and its blood oozing down into the water let me know my job was done.

"grow a pair dude." i huffed, pushing decaying body into the water before scanning the near by shelf for canned goods.

sudden movement coming from the opposite side of the small flood room caught my attention seconds later. by the time i had tracked through the filthy water, sasha was lifting a plastic container above her head before slamming it down onto the head of the water bloated geek. once the commotion had simmered down, i spun around to collect more unspoiled cans only to bump right into rick.

our bodies pushed right up against one another as his calloused hands firmly held onto my shoulders. the sudden closeness caused me to freeze. his frame was undeniably larger then mine as his body towered over mine, a few damp curls falling forward as he looked down at me. as much as he was overbearing and generally unpleasant, i couldn't deny that he was somewhat alluring.

"you alright?" rick asked, pulling me out of my hypnotic state allowing my eyes to meet his.

i pulled myself away from his grip, weakly nodding. "fine." i mumbled, pushing past him to begin the tedious job of gathering all the canned goods.

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holding onto the wooden shovel with both my hands as i dug further into the ground, i heard chatter coming from inside the church. rick and his people were deciding what to do with my brother and the last remaining people of terminus. i continued to dig a shallow grave as the group squabbled and fought over the fate of people i used to call my friends and family. my back ached and my arms felt like jello as i finished off the four foot deep hole -no where near deep enough to bury each and every body - before turning to face the group.

“we’re burnin’ ‘em!” i announced, causing every pair of eyes to look over at me in the dimly lit moon light.

“why?” abraham asked, his voice sounding almost sarcastic as he stood meters away from me with bloodied fists. “this ain’t the time for barbecuin’ sweetheart.” he chortled, his very words causing me to scoff as i pushed the shovel to the ground.

“we’re burning them.” i repeated more clearly, taking a step or two closer to the group as i continued, “‘til there’s nothing left but bone ‘n ash.” i pushed my way past the group, making my way to the first body lying on the church floor. “now, you can either help me or fuck right off.” i spat as i picked up the mans hands, pulling them over my shoulders like a backpack before pulling the heavy corpse back outside.

a trail of deep red blood followed me as i pulled the body outside, nonchalantly dropping the body into the newly dug hole before marching back inside to find the group had dispersed, the only person remaining was rick. he stood and watched me closely as i made my way to the next bloodied body, beginning to pull their body towards the door.

“you jus’ gonna stand there ‘n watch me, or yer gonna help cowboy?” i asked, never once stopping as i neared the church steps.

without speakinh rick held onto the mans feet, lifting him up as he helped me carry the corpse down the steps before dumping it into the near by grave. we continued this same action two or three more times before we eventually reached my brother. i stood by the almost unrecognizable face, frozen as i had realized he was finally gone. my last piece of surviving family had been torn away from me in front of my very eyes but here i stood, helping the very man that killed him, drag his body out to the mass grave.

“you alright?” rick asked, his voice almost startling me after almost half an hour of silence.

i looked up at the man, his greying beard more prominent in this lighting as the moon shone through the church windows. “m’fine.” i hummed. “there wasn’t much left of him anyway.” i added, picking up his shoulder as rick picked up his feet.

another silence fell between us as we pushed my brothers body into the now full grave. as rick stepped back, i leant forward, grasping onto my brother as i search his pockets, finding a lighter. standing up, above gareth as he laid limp brought me a sense of closure as i sparked the lighter, watching the small orange flame flicker in the wind before dropping it into the grave. the bodies were soon engulfed in flames as i stepped back, sitting down on the near by steps where rick followed my actions.

“m’sorry about bob.” i spoke quietly, as the church doors blew shut while i watched the flames roar as smoke bellowed into the skies above.

“it wasn’t your fault.” he spoke calmly, almost authoritatively as he watched me closed from the other side of the steps, mirroring my action of leaning up against the balustrades.

i let out a breathy chuckle at ricks generic response. “i’ve been takin’ the blame for his shit since we were kids.” i mumbled, my laughter slowly fading as i was reminded of the terrible person he had become within the last year or so. “he wasn’t always like this you know.” i spoke, my voice a little softer, almost sympathetic.

“a cannibal?” rick questioned, a weak smirk creeping onto his lips as he looked across to meet my eyes.

i let out a giggle before muttering, “yeah.” i took in a deep breath of the cool night air, the smell of burning flesh now beginning to fill the air as the fire continued to grow. “‘nd ‘n asshole.” i added earning a weak exhale of laughter to slip from ricks lips. “he was actually a good guy, but this world changes people right?” i asked, my question filled with rhetoric intent but more or less sounded like a genuine question that required an answer.

“right.” rick replied.

i looked across at rick, his face lit up by the auburn flames detailing every feature, especially his eyes. “did it change you?” i asked after a beat of deafening silence, observing him as his eyes looked back at me.

i knew the answer. i think we both did. the world changed you, no matter who you were before, but as i sat beside rick, no more then a foot or so away from him i almost saw a glimpse of an older version of him. the way his eyes looked into mine and the way he had himself positioned showed me who rick was before all of this. he was no longer the up tight, overbearing asshole i had gotten to know over the past few days.

i turned to the side, my body now facing rick as i asked, “your not scared of me are you?” not giving rick an opportunity to answer my last question.

“could ask you the same thing.” he mumbled, his head cocking to the side as he now mirrored me, our bodies paralleled with one another.

a laughed escaped my lips as my eyebrows pinched together as i tried to decipher the meaning of bus question. “why should i be scared of you?” i teased, already building a list in my mind of all the reasons a normal person would fear rick grimes.

“i’ve killed people.” rick spoke quietly.

“who hasn’t?” i replied sarcastically, weakly shrugging my shoulders.

“innocent people.” he added.

“so have i.” i compared, knowing there was no possible way that anyone could top the things ive done. “‘nd not just at terminus.” i added. “we do what we need to survive.”

“i killed your people.” rick challenged. “your family.” he added, his head slightly tilted to the side as he waited for my response.

“trust me, if i had an inkling of love left for my family you’d be in a whole world’a hurt.” i teased, earning a breathy chuckle from the man before he lent in closer.

his soft breath tickled my cheek as he whispered, “threaten me again and i’ll have you begging for me to stop.”

“i don’t beg.”

“we’ll see about that.” he smirked, his accent more apparent then ever as he inched a little closer.

i mimicked his actions by inching closer, his breath now hitting my lip as i mumbled, “you are infuriating,” in a low whisper.

as his lips parted, his hand began to rise. it felt like an entire life time but within seconds, ricks lips hovered near mine - barely touching - as his hand connected with my neck. the near by fire crackled on as his lips met with mine with desirous and ravenous intention. momentarily out bodies swayed together before his hand snaked its way down my body before resting at the tops of my hips. and suddenly everything began to move so quickly. ricks hands tugged at my hips, leaving them partly exposed as he pulled me across to his lap. i craved a sudden closeness, pulling myself closer to rick our bodies molded together like two puzzle pieces.

rick leant upwards, kissing you with every fibre in his body had his hands controlled your hips movements while your hands latched onto the base of his neck. his beard prickled against your lips while your finger tip’s entangled themselves in his dampened curls. after a moment you could feel ricks hand inching upwards, his cool finger tips creeping beneath your tightly fitted shirt as small gasps and moans left your lips. ricks hands quickly made their way back down to your hips, bringing to roll them to create some friction between you.

“who’s beggin’ now?”

this was my first time writing rick so- this is defs terrible- i am so sorry

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- MINE ⋆☆ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

PAIRINGS— pre-apocalypse!daryl dixon x fem!reader / prison era!daryl dixon x fem!reader

SUMMARY— after saying goodbye to daryl dixon you’d hoped to see him again in the near future. . .

WARNINGS— blood/gore, swearing

MORE CHAPTERS— chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

you knew this day would come sooner or later and you couldn’t exactly be made at daryl for leaving. their family property was being turned over to the government leaving them with almost nothing. when daryl first told you, you instinctively offered your home until they could figure something out but it could never work considering your mother took the only other room in the house. she was close to dying, the doctors were already shocked she had made it this far but you had morned for you mother a long time ago, it was now just a matter of her actual dying although she hadn’t been able to talk, eat or breath properly for the past year and a half.

today daryl and merle were leaving. they had all their things packed up into duffle bags which had been thrown into the back seat of merle poor excuse for a car. merle was parked a few meters away as you stood on your porch saying your goodbyes to daryl. you were close to each other, daryl resting his forehead against yours as his hands were planted on your waist.

“why don’t yer come with us?” daryl asked, trying to hold himself back from letting any sign of sadness slip through.

“you know i can’t leave ma.” you whispered, a tear trickling down your cheek as your arms rested on his shoulder while your hands gently played with the ends of his hair at the base of his neck. “why don’t you stay here? let merle run off.” you suggested, as daryl lifted one of his hands to cup your cheek as he wiped away your tears.

both you and daryl knew your pleas weren’t serious. you had always known daryl would never willingly seperate from his brother. his heart was broken seeing you like this. he had only ever see you cry on a few occasions and this was one of the more heart breaking. he quietly shushed you before pulling you into his embrace, his hand holding the small of your back as your hands tightly wrapped around his torso. you wished you could stay like this forever but you were unfortunately interrupted by merle’s hand banging on the side of the car.

“come on little brother!” merle called out, his finger tapping in the rusting door as he waited for daryl to come over.

“i’ve gotta go.” daryl whispered, your arms wrapping around him tighter before slowly letting him go.

merle had only been back a few days. after their father died he got released from the interstate prison, coming straight back to pick up daryl and move their things out if the family home that was due to be sold or demolished in the coming weeks. together you and daryl walked over to the car, parting ways as he went to sit in the passenger seat while you stood by merles window peering into the car.

“watcha cryin’ for sweetheart?” merle asked noticing your red puffy cheeks and damp eyelashes.

“‘cause of you assholes.” you laughed weakly, earning a belly laugh from merle. “don’t be strangers okay? you can call me if ya need anything.�� you spoke a little more seriously.

merle sternly nodded. “will do.” he mumbled, switching on the car engine before turning back to you. “sure yer don’t wanna come? you look like a lost little puppy without my little brother.” he teased.

you could feel more tears building in your eyes as you shook your head. “maybe i’ll meet ya somewhere.” you suggested. “just need to wait for ma.” you smiled sadly.

“alright.” merle shrugged before putting the car into gear.

“see you boys later.” you smiled, taking a few steps away from the car as merle began to pull away.

dirt began to rise as the car picked up speed, driving down the long driveway before turning out onto the highway. you felt like your knees could’ve given way as the car disappeared around the corner.

your entire body spun around at the smallest noise, your knife held up in defence with the blade facing away from you half expecting it to just be another one of the undead. but as you spun around you saw another human, their face frozen in horror as their foot lifted from the twig. they threw their hands up into the air, but you knew them and they knew exactly who you were. in the blink of an eye the stranger made a run for it, but you quickly followed after them running through the forest avoiding any obstacles that came into your path.

with one final push you managed to launch yourself at the stranger, tackling them to the ground. as they hit the ground they let out a grunt of pain but you remained focused, pushing all your body weight down as you flipped them around so your knees could restrain their arms as you held the knife up to the flesh of their neck.

“hey!” you spat, trying to keep them still as they wriggled beneath you. “what are you doin’ out here?” you asked.

“what makes you think i’d fuckin’ tell ya?” they spat causing you to let out a groan annoyance. “he’ll find where your hiding.” the person laughed, seemingly unafraid of the blade held up to their neck.

“that asshole couldn’t even find my tracks after i left that hell-hole.” you muttered angrily, now pressing the blade against their skin. “i told you fuckin’ idiots to stay clear of this area, so what the fuck are you doin’ back ‘ere?” you asked, deepening your voice to sound more threatening.

“he wants you dead, ‘nd he will find you make sure you turn into a biter and then he’ll put you in the cage with all his other fuck ups.”

fed up with the strangers attitude and most likely rehearsed answers you put the blade on your knife between you teeth using both your hands to grab the strangers arm, holding it flat against the ground with one hand while the other grabbed your knife.

“tell that asshole i’m done playin’ this games.” you spat, pushing the knife into the strangers flesh. letting out a shriek of pain, the stranger watched you as you pushed the knife further down until you were use it was the entire way through. “n’if he keeps tryin’ to find me, i will come back and kill every single one of you dickheads that follow him.” you grunted, beginning to drag the knife up the arm.

the stranger continued to let out cries of pain as you dragged the small knife down their arm until it hit the bone of their elbow. as you pulled out the knife blood continued to spew from the wound. the stranger began to get worked up, their breathing becoming erratic and irregular as all colour drained from their face. you quickly stripped the stranger of all their weapons before standing up, watching them as they scurried away to try stop the bleeding. you watched the stranger run away back in the direction he came from, undeniably proud of yourself as you managed to keep your ground.

as you spun around, planning on heading back to your camp you noticed a squirrel, slowly climbing up the tree trunk. you quickly wiped the blood left on your blade from the strangers arm and wiped it into your plants making sure it was clean. then you lined up your shot, holding onto the end of the blade before throwing it to hit the squirrel, the knife landing right in the middle of its stomach. walking over to the tree, you placed one hand on the squirrel before pulling the knife from its torso. sliding your knife back into your thigh holster, you made your way back to your camp.

by the time you made it back to your camp the sun was beginning to set. you had been away from your camp for a few days now, having had a relatively successful hunting trip. a string of squirrels hung off your belt, bumping into your leg every time you took a step. you had considered yourself lucky to have stumbled across the atlanta state prison when you did, the grounds were littered with the walking dead but you were able to secure a guard tower. any time someone stumbled upon the prison, they often turned right around not confident enough they could take on that many of the dead. but as the prison came i to view you noticed a soft fiery glow coming from the centre of the yard, and all of the dead had been killed.

as you got closer you noticed about six or seven people crowded around the small fire with two more further back standing on one of the prison busses. with ease you had managed to get inside the gates undetected, the harsh shadows being casted offering you some form of camouflage. as you grew closer you noticed they had a kid with them, probably no more then ten years old causing you to change your approach.

“hands up. all of you!” you grunted, one again holding your knife up with the blade facing away from you.

the group all turned in your direction, slowly following your instructions. it was an off group you thought. you walked a little closer, your face not quite visible as you stood in just beyond the light of the fire.

“we don’t mean any harm.” an older man spoke as his hands rose into the air.

“get the girl to get all your weapons and give ‘em here.” you demanded motioning your head towards a younger looking blonde girl who looked timid and afraid. they all sat still before looking over to the girl where one of the men gave her an approving nod. “lets hurry it up.” you spat as you watched her slowly collect the few hand guns they had.

“why are you doin’ this?” she has she parted from the group before placing all the guns by your feet.

“we’ve all got things we need kid.” you mumbled.

“hey!” a gruff mans voice spat from further behind the group, holding a weapon up to his eye level. at the sudden voice you grabbed the blonde girls hand and pulled her back towards you, using her body as a shield as you brought your knife up to her neck. “let ‘er go!” he demanded.

“drop it!” you retorted as the crossbow came into view, his face still hidden by dark shadows. “i said drop the crossbow!” you snapped.

“daryl.” one of the men hissed.

your entire body stiffened at the name, your grip tightening on the blonde girl as you waited for his face to become visible. as the crossbow dropped by his side, the man stepped into the light. you edged yourself further into the light, your face now visible to daryl as he stood opposite to you. it was you, you had found him. almost instantly you let go of the girl and lunged towards daryl, his hands immediately dropping his crossbow to wrap around your torso. you buried your head into the crook of his neck as he continued to hold you tightly.

“is anyone else confused?” someone asked, the group of people now surrounding you, watching on with shock and confusion as you and daryl embraced each other.

“she’s good.” he mumbled. “she’s family.” daryl added, finally pulling away from the hug to look around at his group.

“i’ve been stayin’ up in the guard tower for a few months now. i was just a little shocked to find you folks ‘ere.” you apologised, looking around the group to find a mixture of emotions.

“but you didn’t take down the walkers.” one of the older girls asked.

“they’ve kept most people away.” you laughed weakly.

by the time daryl’s group had fallen asleep you took daryl up to the guard tower you had called home for the past few months. you both stood in the centre of the small space, daryl had his back turned to you as he looked around the space at all the trinkets you had littered over the desk.

“how come you never called?” you asked quietly, causing daryl to freeze. daryl stayed silent, knowing he should apologise but didn’t know how to put it into comforting words. “i missed you so god damn much.” you spat, not necessarily angry at daryl but angry that you didn’t have the heart to go after him once your mother had died, afraid he had moved on.

“i missed ya too.” he whispered quietly, still not having the heart to even look at you, knowing you be hurting.

you paused for a moment, thinking about all the ways you could approach the situation. you could lash out or break down but instead your arms snuck around his waist, the side of your head resting on his shoulder. daryl hung his head low before his hands connected with yours.

“never stopped thinkin’ about yer.” he added, your head slightly lifting. “n’i ain’t ever losin’ you again.” daryl promised, his hands tightening around yours.

you briefly lifted your head from his back before planting a soft kiss on the back of his neck. you didn’t realised how much you missed him until this very moment as you held you in your arms.

“ditto.” you whispered, a smile creeping onto your lips.

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#norman reedus #daryl dixon #twd daryl #twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon x original female character #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon prison era #the walking dead season 3 #ao3 #ao3fic #fanfic #fanficton

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- MINE ⋆☆ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

PAIRINGS— pre-apocalypse!daryl dixon x fem!reader

SUMMARY— after finishing your shift at the local bar you head back to the dixon home for merles coming home party

WARNINGS— mentions of drugs and alcohol, slight(?) nsfw content

MORE CHAPTERS— chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

after the main rush hour had passed, daryl, merle and couple of their buddies piled into the bar, taking a seat around one of the larger tables. merle had just been accepted into the military and was set to depart in a few days time. you still had a while left of your shift and the group of people merle had brought in definitely didn’t make your life any easier. so, in hopes to get them out of your hair a little sooner, you began to prepare a shot of whiskey for each of the boys. picking up the small shot glasses, you began to wander over to their table, their chatter beginning to quiet as you approached them.

“hey boys.” you smiled, bending over in front of daryl and merle to place the shot glasses down in the centre of the table. “these are for you.” you announced, noticing daryl as he couldn’t help but stare at your slightly exposed chest.

“well thanks sugar.” merle sang, scooping up one of the shot into his hand.

“got anythin’ else for us?” one of merle friend teased, wrapping their arm around your waist causing you to stand up straight.

“not for you theres not.” you mumbled, gritting your teeth together as you tried to force a smile.

“get yer hands off her.” daryl grumbled, his eyes angrily locked on merles friend.

“alright.” the man laughed, his hands flicking up into the air to show he was backing off. “don’t get your panties in a twist.” he joked, earning a laugh from the others around the table.

“thats little brothers woman.” merle announce, daryl instantly shutting down as all eyes turned to him before looking over to you. “show some respect.” he spat.

you looked at daryl and smiled as you noticed how embarrassed he had become by his brothers statement. “okay!” you smiled, looking around the table brewing. “let me know if i can get you guys anythin’ else.” you grinned before making your way back to the bar.

daryl didn’t come up to the bar for the rest of that shift. you knew it would take him a while to warm back up to you after such a bold comment from his brother but you were used to it at this point. merle had made similar comments in the past resulting in daryl avoiding you for a few days before coming back around to pretend like nothing ever happened.

an hour or so until you had to close up the bar, merle and his buddies stood up and made their way over to the bar to settle their bill for the night. they were all loud and rowdy, making crude comments about everything they came across, all of them except for daryl who stood at the back of the group staying quiet.

“finally headin’ home?” you smiled, watching merle as he rested his elbows on the sticky surface of the bar.

“we’re only gettin’ starter!” one of his friends cheered, creating a waterfall effect as they all began to cheer.

“you lot gonna give me a good tip?” you asked, carefully watching merle as he fiddled around with his wallet.

“only the best for you sugar.” he smirked, once again earning a few laughs from his friends. “whats the total sweetheart?”

“eighty-nine ninety for the lot of ya.” you smiled.

merle gave you a stern nod before counting the notes he had in his wallet before finding a hundred dollar bill. he plucked it out of his leather wallet, momentarily waving it around in the air before slamming it down onto the sticky surface, finishing off the whole ordeal with a flirtatious wink.

“keep the change sugar.” he smiled before turning around to face the rest of his friends. “come on bogs!” merle cheered, marching towards the front door causing you to let out a breathy laugh.

as the others followed him, daryl made his way up to the bar, his hands resting on the bar as you closed merles tab and placed the bill in the till.

“yer get off soon?” daryl asked just loud enough to hear over the music playing throughout the bar.

“bout an hour.” you shrugged, putting the change left over from the bill into the top of your bra, making sure your boss couldn’t find it.

“need me to wait around?” he asked, avoiding all eye contact with you as you began to clean around the bar.

“i’ll be alright.” you smiled softly. “don’t you need to drive those idiots back anyways?” you asked, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.

“yeah.” he scoffed. “give me a call if yer need a right alright?” daryl asked, his voice was genuine and laced with concern at the idea of you walking all the way home.

“sure.” you smiled, trying to reassure him that you could be alright.

“you comin’ little brotha?” merle shouted, sticking his head through the main door.

“comin!” daryl turned his head to merle before looking back at you. “see yer later.”

you flashed him one last smile before he left, making the bar completely silent. most of the regulars had gone home by this point giving you some time to clean up the bar and hopefully head home early.

you had finished your shift a little before midnight. you chose to walk home, not wanting to bother daryl. you managed to get home in a record time of thirty minutes, the loud music coming from the dixon property could be heard from your house. after quickly checking in on your mother, you made your way to your bedroom where you swapped out your work boots for a pairs of old mary-jane heels that once belonged to your mother before changing into a cleaner shirt, swapping the black singlet out for a dark pink halter top that tied up at the back of your neck. after ruffing up your hair a little with your hands before fixing your smudged mascara you were on your way over to the dixon’s property.

the house reeked of weed and alcohol mixed with the sweat of just about everyone cramped into the small cabin. your body already beginning to move alone to the beat of the music as you made your way through to the kitchen where the dining table was covered in dozens of bottles of cheap liquor. quickly, you found yourself a bottle of whiskey, gripping the neck of the bottle with your hand as you spun around, now tasked with trying to find someone you knew.

“y/n!” you heard a voice called from the seat of people.

pushing his way through the crowd was daryl, with a look of relief as he stood less then a foot away from you.

“hey.” you smiled as he scanned your body before meeting your eyes. he had always loved that top on you. “didn’t think this many people were comin’?” you giggled.

“i didn’t either.” he spoke over the music. “didn’t think yer finished for another hour?” he asked, his eyebrows pinching together.

“got off early.” you grinned, tipping your head back as you took a swig of the alcohol, the liquid burning as it ran down your throat. “where’s yer brother?” you asked.

“smokin’ out the back.” daryl answered.

“want some?” you asked, waving the half empty bottle up by your cheeks as you grinned.

daryl hummed, although you couldn’t hear it and shortly took the bottle from your hand before taking a decent sip of the whiskey. after a few more shared drinks between the two of you, you both made your way to the living room where small groups of people where either dancing or spread out across the couch. you and daryl had almost finished off the bottle of whiskey within an hour.

you found yourself dancing in the middle of the living room alone, having little luck convincing daryl to dance with you. in front of you sat daryl, closely watching you as you freely dance along to the music. although it didn’t feel like it you were there for hours, daryl only ever leaving to grab the pair of you another drink.

“how are you not tired?” daryl asked, a breathy laugh escaping his lips as he watched your hips move along to the music.

“why?” you teased. “yer want me to stop?” you asked in a sarcastic tone as you began to slow your movements, you eyes never drifting from daryl.

“don’t listen to him baby.” the same drunk idiot that felt you up at the bar called out. “keep on dancin’!” he cheered.

“who asked you dickhead?” you snapped, frowning as you looked over at him.

“that time of the much huh sweetheart?” he smirked.

“go fuck yourself asshole.” you spat, the man standing up as he grew bitter towards you.

“hey, come on.” daryl mumbled, holding onto your hand to pull you away from the drunk man. “he’s not worth it.” daryl mumbled, pulling you away from the loud party.

“he’s an ass!” you pouted as daryl pulled you into his bedroom, closing the door behind him as you sat down on his bed.

“think yer should lie down.” he instructed, admittedly a little drunk himself.

you scoffed at his comment, standing up to watch over to daryl. “hey! hey!” you urged, grabbing onto daryl’s hands. “when you told that guy to back off at the bar,” you began to slur, slowly pulling daryl back towards his bed. “that was hot.” you gushed causing daryl’s eyes to widen.

“you’re jus’ sayin’ that ‘cause you’re drunk.” he muttered.

“nah-uh.” you mocked, a smirk still plastered on your lips as your hands parted from his before they attached to the waistband of daryl’s jeans. “i need you daryl.” you breathed, your voice sounding desperate and needy.

“yer don’t want… me o-or that…” he stuttered breathless. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to be with you. he had been wanting this for years now. “you’re drun-“

“shhh.” you hushed, your fingers moving along the waistband before you began to unbutton the jeans, daryl letting out a shaky breath in response. “i’ve wanted you for so long daryl.” you practically sobbed as you looked up into his eyes. your fingers made their way down to the zipper, slowly pulling it down. “don’t you want me?” you asked.

“course i do.” he breathed as his hands instinctively attached themselves to your hips.

you rested your forehead against his as your fingers left his pants, making their way up to his shirt where you began to undo every single button.

“then i’m all yours.” you spoke, those words alone igniting something within daryl as you undid his last button. “all yours.” you repeated.

daryl leant down to close the gap between you, his lips hungrily meeting yours. you had both been waiting for this moment for so long and it did not disappoint. daryl was so soft with you, his fingers gently digging into your skin as he tried to control himself not wanting things to happen too quickly while your hands were busying themselves by peeling away the layers of clothing daryl had on.

everything was so messy and heated, you both just needed each other. what felt like seconds later, you found yourselves on daryl’s unmade bed. your hands cupped his cheeks as he kissed you with every fibre in his body as he hovered over you, keeping himself supported with one hand while the other stayed firmly on your side.

waking up the following morning to the sound of voices a few rooms over, you pulled yourself up from daryl’s empty bed. you were in an old shirt of his and nothing else as you swung your feet over the edge of the bed, your toes touching the carpet as your rubbed your head. last night remained a blurry memory to you, only able to remember snippets throughout the mix that all seemingly blended together the more you tried to think about it. quickly scanning the room you found your skirt, quickly pulling it up to give yourself some sort of coverage before finding your shoes. after having little luck finding your bra and underwear you made your way over to his bedroom door, peaking through the small gap to find an empty room.

as you crept out into the main living space of the house, the floors littered with bottles and cans with the occasional cigarette butt. just as you were about to reach the kitchen one of the bedroom doors swung open.

“little over dress for breakfast ain’t ya?” merle smirker, following you out into the living room as he looked at the mini skirt and oversized shirt combination.

“mornin’ to you too.” you smiled weakly, spinning around on the balls of your feet to face him.

merle walked a little closer to you, his gaze wandering over your body to find a few hickeys peppered over your neck and the top of your chest.

“pretty good night huh?” he teased, the smug smirk never leaving his lips.

“i guess.” you frowned, not entirely sure what he was trying to point out, only warranting a bellowing laugh from merle.

“sure sounded like it.” he grinned, his eyes looking you up and down once again. “to me n’ the others it sounded like you had a good old time.” he chuckled. “i mean, from the moaning alone!” he announced. “faster! faster! faster!” he moaned, laughing at his own impression.

just before you could say anything, daryl walked through the front door holding a bag full of greasy food from the bakery in town.

“oh and here he is!” merle cheered. “our man of the night.”

daryl just stayed quiet, navigating his way through the trashed floor. merle gave you a wink before walking over to his brother, giving him a pat on the shoulder as he let out another laugh. daryl was most definitely embarrassed.

“how was your night little brother?” merle asked, snatching the bag from daryl before taking a bite of the pastry.

daryl looked overwhelming uncomfortable has he stood a few feet away from you, avoiding all eye contact as merle continued to mock and tease the pair of you. merle noticed the awkwardness between you, causing him to let out another belly laugh.

“i’ll give yer some privacy.” he spoke, his voice still laced with sarcastic tones as he walked back towards his bedroom door. “but hey,” he began to laugh. “no fuckin’ on the table, you’ll probably break the legs!” he teased, shortly disappearing into his room.

although he desperately wanted to say something, ask you how you felt or if last night was just something he should forget about but he was far too nervous to say anything. but you knee daryl well enough that he’d speak to you when he was ready.

“i couldn’t find my shirt.” you spoke quietly, causing daryl to look up from his fingers. “so i hope you don’t mind.” you laughed nervously.

“nah it’s alright.” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he continued to avoid eye contact.

you briefly looked past him to see the time, you had another shift in an hour causing you to let out a weak sigh as you turned your attention back to daryl.

“i’ve got a shift in an hour.” you spoke quietly. “but i’ll see ya later.” you smiled weakly, daryl finally looking up into your eyes for the first time that morning.

“need me to give yer a ride?”

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- SARAH ⋆☆ 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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“you applied for a collage that’s two thousand miles away!” miles yelled, waving your acceptance letter in the air.

silence fell between you, miles was so angry and bitter his shoulders were rising and falling as he tried to slow his breathing but was having little luck.

miles scoffed, slamming the letter back down on the table. “get out of my face.” he grunted, causing you to look up at him.

you crossed your arms, “what?” you muttered, furrowing your eyebrows.

“get the fuck out of my face!” he yelled, causing your entire body to tense. “what?” he laughed. “your fucking scared of me now?”

“fuck you.” you muttered.

“sorry, i didn’t quite hear you. what did you say?” he asked sarcastically, holding bis hand up to his ear.

you stood across from him, every part of you wanted to scream at him, let go of every bit of anger and push it all on to him. after everything you had been through with him, he was now lashing out at you for wanting to leave the manor you had been talking about leaving since the day you got there. so, instead of giving him what he wants, you snatched your acceptance letter off of the table before marching back towards your room.

“thats right! run away!” you could hear him yelling as you ran down the hall.

listening to the deafening beats of miles’ drums for hours on end was keeping you from your sleep. you looked over to your analog clock to find the glowing red numbers reading three thirty-three. you let out a sigh of annoyance before rising from your arrangement of duck feather pillows.

you looked around your dark bedroom, your eyes now fully adjusted to the minimal light you were able to see vague figures of furniture around your room. you grabbed onto the corner of your quilt before flicking it away from you, exposing your mostly bare legs to the cool night air. you swung your legs over the edge of your bed, your feet meeting the wooden floor.

although you were in your pyjamas you didn’t mind that miles would be seeing your matching set, you just craved your beauty sleep. as you stood up, slowly walking over to your bedroom door you quickly readjusted your shorts before pulling open the large wooden door. as you marched out into the hallway you could see a thin line of light coming from under miles’ bedroom door.

as you stood outside his door, contemplating weather you should tell him to stop considering you were a quest in their house. then you thought of sleep. all you wanted to do was sleep. you brushed your thoughts aside and knocked on his door three times. when you didn’t get a response you let out another sigh before you latched your hand onto the copper door handle. you slowly twisted the door handle and pushed open the door.

“miles…” you murmured as you slowly stepped into his room.

as you stuck your head around the door you found him sitting at his drum set wearing the same outfit he had on earlier in the day. when the drums abruptly came to a stop everything felt so quiet. his eyes snapped in your direction, scanning you up and down before letting you a weak breathy laugh.

“do you know how to knock?” he snickered.

“do you mind playing a little quieter?” you asked, fiddling with your fingers to keep yourself calm. “i can’t sleep.” you added.

“maybe you should go to bed then” he sarcastically suggested. “instead of barging into my bedroom at three in the morning.” he smirked, lightly tapping the drumsticks on the snare drum.

you stood there frozen, knowing what you should say but not wanting to get into an argument with him. he let out another breathy laugh as his tapping sped up.

“or are you gonna go cry to mommy? get me in trouble?” he pouted, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at you up and down again.

“fuck you.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms.

he stopped all his movements before making eye contact with you. “not tonight darling, i’m a little busy” he smirked as he gestured towards his drum set.

you scoffed before marching out of his room, slamming his bedroom door shut as you made your way back to your room. you pushed your door closed before stomping towards your bed. as you flopped down onto your bed miles began to play his drums again causing you to let out an exaggerated sigh before covering your face with a near by pillow.

the following morning you woke up to the sudden sound of a door being pulled shut. as you pulled yourself up from the comfort of your bed you listened closely. you heard foot steps marching down the hallways causing you to let out a sigh. several boxes were stationed across your room reminding you that today was moving day.

“y/n!” flora yelled as your bedroom door swung open.

“morning flora.” you chimed, forcing a fake smile as she skipped into your room, noticeably hiding something behind her back. “what’s that?” you asked, you grin slowly turning into a genuine smile as she hopped up onto your bed.

“a present.” she teased, bringing the small wrapped box out from behind her back. “miles helped me.” he grinned, gesturing for you to take the box.

you took the box before you began to unwrap the black silk ribbon and deep red wrapping paper. the box was filled with matte black tissue paper and nestled in the centre was a single handmade bracelet.

“naw thank you!” you smiled, taking the little beaded bracelet out from the box before pulling it onto your wrist.

flora giggled as he held out her wrist. “see! now we’re matching.” she smiled, barely being able to sit still. “miles has one too.” she added.

you forced another smiled as your fingers gently traced the bracelet, feeling the different textures of each bead.

“when you move away, we will always be with you.” she spoke softly.

“thank you.” you repeated, holding out your arms gesturing flora into a warm hug.

as flora lunged towards you, wrapping her arms around your neck she snuggled in close. your arms tightened around her, the reality of you leaving becoming overwhelming real. after a second or two you heard your bedroom door creek open causing you to look up. there he was, miles stood in your door way, avoiding all eye contact with you.

“do you mind giving miles and i a minute?” you asked in a low whisper causing flora to pull away.

she happily nodded before scrambling off my bed to run down the hall, laughing as she passed miles. once flora was out of sight you turned your attention to miles, his eyes finally meeting yours.

“what do you want dickhead?” you snarled. “come to insult me one last time?” you muttered, letting out a breathy laugh as you tucked your knees up to your chest.

he scoffed as he slumped against your doorframe. “you wish.” he muttered.

“cute bracelet.” you smirked, your eyes wandering down to his wrist decorated in coloured beads.

“shut up.” he laughed, beginning to wander towards your bed.

miles plopped himself down on the edge of your bed, you were a little alarmed. miles hadn’t been this close to you in weeks.

“you’re really leaving?” he asked quietly, briefly looking around at the boxes.

you began to slowly nodded your head. “yup.” you weakly smiled, popping your lips.

a silence fell between you. both of you a little uncertain of what to say or do in each other’s company. you had spent weeks being bitter to each other but there was something about him that just made you melt.

“i’m sorry.” he mumbled.

your head snapped up to look at him. he had his head hung low, he almost looked embarrassed to be saying sorry. in fact, you thought this was the first time you had ever heard him say sorry.

“for what?” you asked quietly.

without saying anything miles looked up at you, looking like he had a million thoughts running through his mind. with one swift movement, connecting his lips with yours. the kiss was short and sweet, but when he pulled away he rested his forehead against mine.

“y/n i need you.”

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hi everyone!

i have recently befriend another new tumblr writer (yay) so…. @sadlysweetfruit and i will be doing a ‘collaboration’

we’ve sent each other a character and a song we like, and are writing y/n fanfiction based off of that!

they sent me Do Re Mi by Blackbear, and of course the character of Billy Hargrove. i sent them Sarah by C A N D I D and the character of choice is Miles Fairchild!

check out their blog, i’m sure they will be amazing because they seem super cool and creative 🥰

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- MINE ⋆☆ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

PAIRING— pre-apocalypse!daryl dixon x fem!reader

SUMMARY— your long time - childhood - friend daryl dixon drops you off at the local bar for your first summer shift, and an encounter from your childhood is recounted.

MORE CHAPTERS— chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

“so?” you spun around to reveal the new summer uniform for your job. you had been working at the bar in town for a few weeks now, but they had just brought in new uniforms for the summer and to say they were a little revealing was an understatement: “whadya think?” you asked, trying to pull down the short black mini skirt just a little further.

daryl scanned your body, looking at you from head to toe in complete awe from the transformation you have had over the past few days. only the day prior, you had gotten the majority of your hair cut off to sit just above your shoulders. as his eyes moved down he noticed the black uniform that was only a thin black v-cut singlet with a black mini skirt leaving the majority of your long legs bare. the mini skirt only managed to cover half of the tattoo you had gotten a few months ago with daryl and merle, making him smile.

“hello?” you sang, a smirk growing on your lips as you watched daryl sit on the edge of your bed, completely stuck for words. “earth to daryl.” you giggled, finally snapping him out of his trance.

“ye-yeah, looks good.” he almost choked, finally diverting his eyes from your body. “not coverin’ much.” he scoffed, personally knowing the types of creeps that hung out that the bar.

“yeah, i know.” you frowned, turning around to adjust the tight-fitting clothes in your mirror. “it’ll get me some good tips though.” you grinned.

“i’ll make sure to send merle ‘round.” daryl chuckled as he watched you spin back around to grab everything you needed for your shift. “some of his mates’ill love the new uniform.

“that’s what i’m hopin’ for.” you scoffed, grabbing an old jacket of your dads before threading your arms through. “hey, d’ya mind givin’ me ride?” you asked, searching for your bag.

he nodded, standing up as he headed for your bedroom door. you quickly found your bag before following daryl out into the hallway of your small home. you yelled out a goodbye to your bedridden mother before running out to the front yard where daryl had parked the old motorbike that belonged to merle.

“you sure you can get on ‘ere in that?” he asked, his eyes motioning towards the black mini skirt that continued to ride up with almost every step you took.

“you underestimate me dixon.” you smirked, securing your bag across your chest before straddling the motor bike, your arm’s instinctively wrapping around daryl’s torso. “when are ya gonna let me drive thing hunk a junk anyways?” you asked as you watched daryl start the engine.

daryl scoffed, a laugh escaping his lips. “m’lucky i can even drive it.”

you let out a breathy laugh as daryl began to drive out of the long dirt driveway that connected with his before connecting with the highway. the small town where the bar was located was only a short five minute drive down the highway. it wasn’t a very big down, most of the population coming through where tourists on the way to atlanta or the locals that lived near the area.

as daryl pulled into town, the roaring engine blearing through the small town as he made his way to the bar. it was only about noon but you knew the regulars would already be waiting at the bar for your service. as he pulled into the parking lot that neighboured the bar, daryl turned off the engine allowing you to dismount the bike, your legs left feeling warm after being pressed up against the engine.

“thanks for droppin’ me in.” you thanked, pulling your skirt down as you stepped away from the bike.

“s’nothin’.” he mumbled. “you need me to pick ya up?” daryl asked.

“i’m on until close.” you noted, a downturn smile fading on your lips. “i can jus’ walk home.”

“you’d get lost.” he scoffed.

“correct me if i’m wrong but last time i was walkin’ about you were the one to get me lost.” you smirked, the memory of the day before your thirteenth birthday coming to mind.

“nah, that doesn’t count.” daryl shook his head, trying to hide the smile ghosting over his lips.

“bullshit!” you teased.

daryl had only known you for about a week, but here he was lost in the woods the surrounded his family property with you. the pair of you had been wandering around for hours trying to find your way back home. only hours before you had run into the woods to escape your fighting parents, accidentally bumping into daryl who was collecting some sticks and twigs for a fire he planned on building with his brother later that evening. but by the time daryl had chased after you, making sure you were okay you had both gotten completely lost.

“will you admit we’re lost!” you demanded, slowly trekking behind him as he desperately tried to search for any familiarity.

“we ain’t lost!” he scoffed, not bothering to turn back to look at you.

letting out an aggravated sigh, you continued to follow him, your feet beginning to ache after what felt like hours of walking. behind you, the sun began to set as a cool breeze rustled the trees towering above you both.

“it’s gettin’ dark.” you mumbled, the fear of being lost and having to spend the night in the woods beginning to set in. “shouldn’t we be findin’ shelter or somethin’?” you asked, knowing daryl knew more about this sort of stuff then you.

daryl stopped walking, turning around to look at the sun as it began to dip beyond the horizon. “guess so.” he mumbled. continuing to look around for somewhere to spend the night. “m’gonna look for some stuff to make some shelter.”

“okay.” you spoke quietly, watching daryl as he looked around for areas that would be a suitable place to sleep.

just before it got dark, you had spotted a small ditch big enough to fit the both of you. with the last few minutes of sunlight daryl had managed to cover the majority of the ditch with foliage creating a little hollow for the pair of you to sleep in. without needing to exchange any words, you both climbed into the small space, your knees both tucked up to your chest as you sat opposite each other.

“you shouldn’t have follow me out ‘ere.” you noted, feeling terrible that you had not only gotten yourself lost but you had also gotten daryl lost.

“well you shouldn’t have run off into the woods.” he retorted, his voice still soft whenever he spoke with you, no matter how angry he got.

a soft white glow came from the moon, offering little light as you sat together in the confined space. all around you, you could hear the noises and growls of the nocturnal creatures that inhabited the woods, only making you more nervous.

“aren’t there mountain lions out ‘ere?” you asked in a soft whisper, bringing your arms up to sit on top of your knees resting your chin on your forearms.

“i dunno.” daryl shrugged.

daryl didn’t consider himself a genius or even an overly smart kid but he could tell you were scared and weather he liked to admit it or not, he was a little scared as well. he was lost in the very woods his big brother and father had warned him about time and time again.

“but… we’re safe under here.” he reassured tried to. “merle used to come out ‘ere all the time with his buddies, n’they’re all a bunch of idiots.

you didn’t know it yet but merle had been shipped off to juvie only a few days prior. you had only heard about him through daryl, having only briefly seeing him on the porch of his family’s property. you had noticed how daryl would always find a way to weasel a story about his bigger brother into almost any conversation. he did look up to merle.

you woke up the following morning to the sounds of bird chirping in the trees above you. your eyes fluttered open to find daryl curled up, his face mere inches away from yours due to the tight space. today was your thirteenth birthday. if you were being completely honest, you thought your parents had forgotten about your birthday. they were so busy with the move they hadn’t mentioned it all week.

crawling out of the small hut, you looked around the surrounding woods. your eyes scanning for anything that might be remotely familiar to you but you had little lucky, until your eyes landed on a stream of dark grey smoke coming from beyond the horizon. you quickly bent back down, your hand reaching out to grab daryl’s leg, shaking and tugging at his jeans.

“wake up!” you hissed as he began to stir. “daryl, wake up!” you spoke a little louder causing him to finally wake up, his head rising from the dirt to give you a bitter look of annoyance for waking him up so early.

“i think we’re close.” you grinned, taking a step back as daryl hurriedly crawled out of the small confined space before standing up, his limbs stretching out into the open space. “see!” you pointed, your finger pointing in the direction of the growing cloud of smoke.

“holy shit.” he breathed, caught in a moment of disbelief, slowly beginning to walk towards the smoke. “come on!” he encouraged, his walk beginning to turn into a sprint.

without needing to think, you immediately followed daryl, running through the unlevelled terrain as you followed the cloud of smoke. climbing over one last hill you both finally realised what was causing the smoke.

“we’re home.” you breathed, turning to look at daryl as he watched smoke come from the chimney located at the back of his small family cabin.

“see?” daryl mumbled, his head flicking in the direction of his home. “told yer we’d get back.” a smile beginning to tug at the edges of his lips.

“i bet my parents didn’t even know i was gone.” you huffed, remaining still as you both stood at the top of the small hill. daryl looked over to you sympathetically. he knew that behind the doors of his cabin was no doubt his father, waiting for some reason to give him a beating. “what about you?” you asked, finally looking across to daryl before he quickly diverted his gaze.

“merle n’ i went missin’ once for a week n’they didn’t notice.” he noted, lightly shrugging his shoulders. “or they didn’t care.” daryl added.

“wow.” you breathed. “guess that beats my parents forgetting about my birthday.” you joked, finally deciding to slowly walk down towards the property.

“i guess.” daryl laughed weakly, beginning to follow you down the small hill. “when’s yer birthday?” he asked, briefly looking over to you before focusing on the ground beneath his feet.

“today.” you weakly smiled. as you reached the bottom of the hill, your house came into view causing the both of you to stop. “thanks by the way.” you spoke quietly.

“for what? i didn’t do much.” he grumbled, bringing his hand up to his mouth.

“i dunno.” you shrugged. “i would have definitely freaked out if i was alone.” you spoke a little softer, your tone more serious as you began to play with the tips of your fingers.

“you would’a been fine.” he shook his head. “i was the one that got us lost remember.” he nervously chuckled, desperately trying to deflect your thanks.

you watched daryl closely as he avoided your eye contact, not even daring to look in your direction as if he had done something wrong.

“hey, do you wanna come in for some food?” you offered, daryl finally looking up from the ground. “my parents always have heaps of shit to eat.” you chuckled, daryl remaining silent as he thought about the offer.

“sure.” he shrugged, causing you to smile.

you spun around on the balls of your feet, beginning to walk in the direction of your house with daryl closely following behind you. the back door had been left unlocked as you parents had gone off to work. as daryl walked into the cabin, no bigger then hid he was shocked to see how differently styled everything was. daryl’s house had always been quite dark and cluttered and there was always the lingering smell of cigarettes and liquor but you place was so different. it almost didn’t looked lived in.

“want a sandwich?” you asked, wandering down to the kitchen as you headed straight for the pantry.

daryl hummed in response as you began to pull out spreads. he stood beside the small round table that was in the centre of the kitchen as he watched you pull together the ingredients to make a sandwich. as you pulled out four silences of bread and placed them onto the kitchen table you looked up to find daryl standing by your kitchen table, almost as if he were waiting for an invitation to sit down.

“you can sit down.” you mentioned, sitting down across the table. daryl pulled out a chair and sat across from you, his eyes still wandering around the room looking at the small photos stuck to the fridge with magnets that were from atlanta city. “i hope you like pb n’ j.” you smiled as you began to open the tub of peanut butter.

“yeah.” he hummed, watching you closely as you began to spread the thick paste over the slices of thin white bread. “where are your folks?” he asked quietly.

“probably at work.” you mumbled nonchalantly. “they work crazy hours so i’m here by myself a lot of the time.” you mentioned, closing the lid on the peanut butter before unscrewing the lid for the jelly.

“since ma died it’s mostly just been me at home too.” daryl mentioned, not particularly because he wanted sympathy but because he wanted you to know you weren’t alone.

what about merle? isn’t he home?” you asked, spreading the purple jelly across the bread.

“nah.” daryl mumbled, briefly shaking his head. “he’s in juvie.” he answered plainly.

“isn’t juvie a kids jail?” you asked, pinching your eyebrows together as you finished off the sandwiches.

“pretty much.” he replied quietly, worried you might suddenly become freaked out by the whole ordeal.

“what’d he do?” you asked, passing one of the sandwiches over to daryl before screwing the lid back on the jelly.

daryl took a bite of the sandwich, almost melting at the taste of real food, not some piece of meat his dad had brought home after a long day at work.

“beat up some kid i think.” daryl shrugged, his mouth full of food as a smirk crept onto your lips.

you let out another laugh as daryl scoffed at your response. “but hey, i’ll head to yours for merles party after i’m finished up ‘ere.” you grinned.

“i think those dickheads are comin’ ‘ere then we’re headin’ back to ours.” he mentioned, his hands resting on the handle bars of the bike.

“so i guess i’ll see you in a few hours then.” you smirked. “you are included in that group of dickheads right?” you teased, flirtatiously winking at daryl before spinning around to head towards the main door.

“yeah, yeah,” he scoffed. “see ya later.” daryl mumbled so quietly you couldn’t hear.

as you pushed open the bar door - the little bell strapped to the top of the door ringing - you heard the revving of the engine causing a smile to creep onto your lips as you walked inside. you soon greeted by the regulars sitting in their usual seats as you made your way behind the bar, dumping your bag in your locker before unzipping your fathers jacket.

“how are ya sweetheart?” one of the regulars asked as they waited to be served, watching you as you pulled back your jacket to show off the revealing uniform.

“not too bad.” you smiled, walking back to the bar to begin serving each of them their drinks. “who let y’all in here so early?” you teased.

“harry.” he grumbled. “said he had some shit to sort out.” he noted, taking the ice cold beer from your hand.

“alright.” you smiled, moving on to the next person to take their order. “who’s next?” you called out.

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