Whumptober 2023
No. 28 “You’ll have to go through me.”
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Setting: Alexandria
Warnings: Injuries, blood, threatened SA
“Daryl!”
He could hear his name but the voice was distant, muted as if he were under water; distorted and echoing. He was trying to open his eyes but with the brief, blurry, and tilted glimpses he was granted, he wasn’t certain if what he was seeing was real or an image in his head.
The metal door opening. A woman running in, moving in slow motion. In what seemed like less than a second of darkness, she was across the room, kneeling in front of him. But he was tired. Aching and bone-weary.
So Daryl slept.
He looked awful. He’d been beaten, that much was obvious. A deep black eye, split lip. Sweaty, yet freezing to the touch. Starved and dehydrated.
“Daryl! My god, what have they done to you?”
He had only looked at you for a heartbeat but he wasn’t seeing you. His eyes had since closed, head hanging. His pulse was racing, breaths were shallow bursts of air from around a bloody cloth gagging him.
“I’m gonna get you out of here.” Your hands paused over his wrist, bound too tightly to the arm of the chair. The skin below the rope was raw and bleeding. He had struggled, tried to free himself. Daryl was nothing if not resourceful. The fact he was still there was a testament to how injured he was.
You cut the rope from beneath on both sides before freeing his ankles as well. He was barefoot, reddened and blistered skin creeping up along the sides. They had burned the soles of his feet. Jesus. Lastly, you removed the gag and tossed it away with more force than necessary.
Your knife was placed next to your thigh, easily accessible if needed. With careful touches, you cupped his face to raise his head. “Daryl, can you hear me? I need you to wake up.” His eyes were shifting beneath closed lids as consciousness continued to attempt grasping. “Come on. That’s it. That’s it, hey.” You laughed in an exhale, so happy to see those blue eyes, muted and swollen as they were.
“Y/N?” He coughed wetly, his voice low and rough.
“Yeah, it’s me. You’re safe.” Small fingers carded through long, greasy strands of hair. “You’re safe now.”
“According to who?”
You were on your feet within seconds, knife forgotten as you drew your gun and aimed it toward the doorway. The man wasn’t even pointing his own firearm at you, his shoulder leaned casually against the doorframe. He was covered in blood and small injuries, having obviously ran from the fight with your comrades to secure his hostage.
“Back off, asshole.” You spat through gritted teeth.
“You weren’t gonna try to break him out all by yourself, were you?” He lazily motioned toward Daryl with the barrel of his gun. “I’m not done with him yet.”
“You want him, you’ll have to go through me.” You hissed immediately, firing a warning shot when he took a step into the room. “You don’t know me, shitbag.”
“I know you’re not gonna kill me today.” He aimed the rifle toward Daryl, but didn’t get a chance to fire. You shot first, the bullet hitting his right flank. When he continued to advance, you squeezed the trigger again only to be rewarded with the dreaded click of an empty clip.
“Fuck!” His shoulder drove into your chest, the two of you falling back against the chair. It tumbled to the side and sent Daryl careening onto the floor. The man straddled you and sat back on his knees, aiming the gun at your face. You grabbed the muzzle and pushed it aside as he fired, your ear ringing from the proximity of the shot.
Stunned, you couldn’t react in time to stop him from shifting and smashing the butt of the gun against your forehead. Pain sang through your head, your vision whiting out with each pulse.
“I think I’ll keep you too, pretty thing.” You clumsily swatted at his hands when he began trying to pet your face. “I need some…relief after a rough questioning with your pretty boy over here.” He continued trying to put his hands on you regardless of your weak efforts to fight him off. “Well, he’s not so pretty now, really.”
He finally grabbed your chin roughly, painfully tight, and leaned closer to your face. You started to struggle, wide eyes flicking to the right before you settled.
“Giving up already?” He mocked.
“No.” You snapped. “I just wanted to tell you that you were right.”
He laughed, squeezing your face impossibly harder. “About what?”
“I’m not gonna kill you today.” The man smirked and after a moment, you mirrored it. “He is.”
He didn’t have time to turn around before a hand roughly grabbed his forehead and pulled back, baring his throat for your knife to slide across it. Blood splattered onto your face but you didn’t care, your eyes on Daryl swaying and panting behind the body that fell to the side, freeing you to get up.
“Ya…ya alrigh’?” He asked, even as his legs buckled. You scrambled forward and caught him as he hit his knees. Even like this, he was heavy. His upper body was pressed against yours with his chin resting on your shoulder.
“I’m okay. And so are you. You’ll be okay. I’m here now.” You rubbed circles on his back with one hand while the other cradled the back of his head. You could see the flashlights and hear your friends calling both of your names. “I’m right here. And I’m taking you home.”
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Hi!! My name is Nikki (she/they) and I’m the host of the time machine meetup!! I started watching dnp in December 2015 and started using tumblr in like July 2016
I was a freshman in high school when I started watching them + went to tatinof, a senior when I went to ii, then I fell off of tumblr, and now I’m momentarily back and in graduate school idk how that happened
For those who weren’t previously mutuals with me, I was very active 2016-2018ish (too active for my own good imo) and then had my own hiatus until like a week ago
From then to now I graduated HS and college, got a girlfriend, and did many things in between. I feel wiser, gayer, and happier :) just like dnp :) hope everyone has fun with this meetup + nice to meet you (in advance)
meetup info if you want to participate
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Swimming Through Sick Lullabies
Summary: A Dark A/B/O universe where all of our men are so sexy but also the worst!!!
You’ll Never Go Down to the Gods Again:
Alpha!Ransom Drysdale and omega!stepsister reader
He’s so sick of having to deal with you, but he has a plan to make it worth his while
Through Every Forest
Alpha!Curtis Everett and Omega!femreader
You’ve been a thorn in his side ever since he brought you back, so why can’t he make himself get rid of you?
If He Didn’t Care for me I couldn’t Have Made him Mad
Alpha!Andy Barber and omega!fem reader
You may be a little stubborn, but you were made to belong to Andy
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Sacrifice/“You’ll have to go through me”
He watched in horror as she hit the ground and didn’t manage to get up. Her leg was all too clearly broken, he could see the splintered bone jutting out through skin and flesh.
“Don’t worry,” he promised. “I’ll take care of them.”
She wasn’t saying anything, not even screaming, her eyes wide and dull with shock. But she managed a nod. He quickly stood in front of her.
There was no way either of them were getting out of this alive, of course. The enemy was drawing closer. He was wounded in a dozen places and didn’t even have his guns on him. She couldn’t stand.
But despite the fact that he had accepted they were both going to die tonight, he still stepped in front of her and raised his fists. She was lying in a corner, and he would protect her until his body gave out. It wouldn’t buy her much time. There wasn’t an ounce of logic behind the action and he knew it. But he would do it anyway. Whatever it took, however pointless it was, he would not let her die before he’d done everything in his power to stop it.
They came at them, only three of them, with spears. At first, they didn’t even attack him, just stared blankly at him, weaponless and barely able to stand. Probably wander why the hell he wasn’t at least trying to run.
He took advantage of their confusion to hit one straight in the lungs, knocking him down. The other two both went for the kill. He fought his natural instinct to duck and let them pierce him, one in the arm, the other in his side. He didn’t let himself fall. He would stay standing as long until his heart gave out.
He hit the other with his non wounded arm in the head, but the first one was already up and the third had struck him again. This time in the chest. It must have pierced a lung because he could hardly breath now.
After that he didn’t have the strength to fight back anymore. All he could do was remain standing, blocking every blow with his body. Eventually his legs gave up, and he hit the ground. He crawled over to where she was, and pulled her into hug, covering as much of her as he could. One last desperate attempt at protection. Or maybe just comfort for the both of them in these last moments.
But the last blow never came. Three gunshots rang out, not a single bullet touching either of them. He opened his eyes and saw his attackers dead, and the rest of team hurrying to help them.
There was a sudden jolt of sheer euphoria as he realized he had actually succeeded. She was still alive. She’d be okay. He gave her a giddy smile even as he felt himself beginning to slip away.
He had won
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