#alden twd x you

[in-my-feels-probably]

hi! can you do an alden x reader relating to the whisperers? i give you creative liberty for the rest! thank you if you do it 🤍

Together

Request: hi! can you do an alden x reader relating to the whisperers? i give you creative liberty for the rest! thank you if you do it 

Hi! I’m so sorry this took so long to get out, thank you for being patient. Thank you for the request. This is my first time writing for The Walking Dead, and for Alden. Just a forewarning, I haven’t watched the episodes I’m referring to in a long time and the story is a little fuzzy, so I’m sorry if it's a little inaccurate or confusing.

I was a little unsure about what to write about since you gave me creative liberty, but I hope you like the outcome. I don't love the outcome, but I didn’t want to make you wait any longer. If this isn’t what you were looking for, I’m happy to rewrite this, or accept another request. Just let me know, and I hope you enjoy it!

(Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, panic, angst, let me know if i missed anything)

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The past few day’s events had been exhausting, to say the least. 

Mary, a Whisperer who had turned to your cause, warned your group of Alpha and the Whisperer’s plans to attack. It would result in catastrophe if left unhandled, so the group strategically scattered, planning the best course of action to fight back.

Hilltop had been evacuated a few days before, including Adam, the adoptive son of Tammy and Earl, and Mary’s nephew. Alden left the same day as the children, having other jobs needed for him to attend to. You chose to stay and fight, promising Alden you’d find him when it was all over.

Mary was right. Alpha’s attack hit the group with full force. She had led the horde straight to your gates, setting them on fire. You escaped on foot alone, unable to find anyone before you were forced to leave. There was nothing worth salvaging to return to.

Alden, Mary, and Kelly had met up together at some point, with Alden in custody of Adam, unbeknownst to you. You didn't know, at least until later, that Alden had become the sole caregiver to Adam. Earl was bit trying to protect the kids, and he died, according to Judith. Earl left Adam for Alden to take care of. Mary sacrificed herself to lead a horde of walkers away who had come after her, Alden, Kelly, and Adam. She died a hero, saving their lives. Beta found her, killing her before she could escape. 

With nowhere to go, you went to Alexandria, hoping that was where everyone else had turned to after the dust of the attack had settled. You knew you were right when you made it to the gates, being let in and greeted by a multitude of people. But not the one you were looking for.

You said your hello’s, eventually finding Kelly in the crowd. 

“Kelly! Have you seen Alden?”

She nodded, pointing down the street to the house at the end of the block. “He was with Judith last time I saw him. He didn’t look too good.”

“What do you mean?” You asked in confusion, worry setting in on your face. “Is he hurt?”

“No. Just a little shook up, I think. We had a rough time on the road.”

You listened in horror as she explained what happened in the time since you were separated, and all that happened to Mary. 

You placed a comforting hand on Kelly’s arm, giving it a squeeze. “I’m so sorry you had to see all of that. I’m glad you were with him, thank you for looking out for him.”

She smiled, patting your hand. “It was no trouble. He handled it well.”

She turned to find her friends, but you stopped her, brows furrowed. “Wait, sorry. Why is he with Judith?”

“Michonne isn’t coming back. I think Judith and RJ are going to stay with Daryl for a while, at least until they come up with a plan.”

You felt your heart sink at her words, making a mental note to find Judith and RJ later to make sure they were alright. Kelly continued, only growing the pit that had settled itself in your stomach.

“Judith said Alden and you could stay at the house while she isn’t there, since he’s got nowhere to go yet. I know we’ll all probably have to evacuate here in a few days, but it’s the solution for now, I guess.”

“That’s sweet of her,” you said, smiling at the thought of Judith’s kindness. “So you saw him at the house, then?”

“Yeah. But Y/N, I’d be careful. Earl didn’t make it out there.”

You felt sick to your stomach hearing about the death of Earl, knowing how close he was with Alden.

You brought a hand to your mouth, jaw going slack. “But what about Adam?”

“Judith said Earl told her that he wanted Alden to take Adam. Apparently Earl thought he was the best one for the job. Judith found Alden and told him, and he went into the house. I haven’t seen him come out since.”

You brought your fingers to the bridge of your nose, wincing. “Alright. I better go check on him. Thanks for telling me.”

“Come get me if you need me,” she said, patting your shoulder before turning back to her friends.

You took a deep breath, calming yourself, before hurrying down the street. You didn’t knock, letting yourself in. You tried to ignore the eerie feeling you got stepping through the door, knowing all who lived there were either dead or gone, except for Judith and RJ. 

You went straight for the guest room of the house, knowing it had been converted into a nursery after RJ was born. You pushed open the door, only to find Adam in his crib, and Alden, sitting on the floor with his head in his hands. 

You frowned at the sight, stepping in front of him, offering your hands. Your voice was soft. “Alden? Hey, baby.”

Alden looked up at the sound of your voice, quickly grabbing your hands as you helped pull him up, before he threw his arms around your waist. He pulled you tightly into him, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck, gently swaying him back and forth.

“Hard couple of days, huh?”

“Hey,” he murmured into your shoulder, sighing in relief. “God, now I feel like I can finally breathe.”

His voice was small. Cracked. It broke your heart. Adam started to stir in his crib, letting out a wail. Alden visibly flinched, letting out a pained groan. He let you go, heading to pick Adam up, but you grabbed his arm, gently holding him back. 

“Sit down, love,” you said, reaching into the crib. “I’ve got him.”

Alden nodded, backing up to the wall, slowly sliding down it. You placed Adam on your hip, gently bouncing him while you cradled him to you. Alden faintly smiled at the sight, feeling himself ease, if only for a moment.

“You look good with him.”

You tried not to hear the undertones of worry in his voice, knowing he was thinking to himself, how the hell are we supposed to take care of a baby? How can we do it alone? There isn’t even enough time to grieve Earl.

You weakly smiled, softly cooing at Adam, whose cries had ceased. “That’s all him. He’s so cute, I don’t even have to do any work.”

Alden smiled, although it didn’t quite meet his eyes. You sighed, placing Adam back down in his crib, before easing yourself down the wall to sit next to him. You pulled his hand into your lap, intertwining your fingers. He absentmindedly rubbed his thumb in circles along the backside of your hand, looking at you with tired eyes.

“We’ll make it work,” you said, trying your best to make the both of you believe it. “It’ll be fine…we’ll be fine.”

Alden nodded, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I know.”

You sat in silence for a moment, relishing in the peace. But you could feel the tension in the room, knowing there were some unsaid words, waiting to be freed. Yet, you couldn’t look him in the eye and ask. 

Instead, you turned your head, letting it rest against his. “I’m sorry about Earl. I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you–”

“It’s not your fault,” he cut you off, squeezing your hand. “You know that.”

“I do. But still,” you nodded, and there was a pause. “Do you want to talk about it? Kelly filled me in a little, but I want you to talk about it, too. You need the release.”

He sighed, moving to press the heels of his palms to his eyes. You stayed quiet, rubbing a comforting hand along his back.

“You know, after Enid…I just shut down. I said some things I shouldn’t have said to Lydia, even though it’s not her fault where she comes from. Lord knows how true that is, considering how we were on opposite sides when we met.”

You flinched at Enid’s name. Neither of you had been able to fully process her death, or truly move on. Your mutual grief is what had brought you together. You both knew Enid would have wanted you to be happy with her gone. It took you both a while to accept that.

“I’m glad you were with the Saviors,” you said, truthfully. “I don’t care what side you were on. We’ve all done shit we’re not proud of. And, you didn’t do Negan’s bidding. But even if you had, it would have been to survive. Lydia did the same. You were hurt, after Enid…Lydia understands that, I promise you.”

His jaw clenched, and he kept his eyes on the floor.

“Still. Maggie changed my life, letting us stay at Hilltop. I would never have met you if it wasn’t for her. And yet, here I was, being a complete dick to Mary. Judging her on where she came from, as if taking a chance on me isn’t what your people did. She just wanted to help. She wanted to see her nephew.”

His voice broke as he spoke, and he stood, violently wiping under his eyes. 

“I fucking hate them. I can’t help it. But Mary…God, I should have done something.”

Your gaze softened on him, and you stood, pulling his hands away from his face. You wiped under his eyes, much more gently than he had been doing, before holding him still by his shoulders. 

“There was nothing you could have done, Alden. Nothing. She made her own choice, and I’ll be grateful to her every day for it.”

Alden shook his head, but you cupped his jaw, holding him still.

“Hey, listen to me. Listen to me. I’m grateful to her, and I’m grateful to Earl. You and Adam came home because of them,” you said, speaking firmly. “And not just you, but Kelly, too. And all those children. They got to come home because of them. Judith came home. That makes their sacrifice worth it, doesn’t it? They didn’t die for nothing.”

You went over to the crib, picking Adam up again. You gently passed him to Alden, making him focus on you both. Alden softened, looking at Adam with teary eyes.

“He was worth it, wasn’t he?”

Alden let out a heavy sigh, nodding. You nodded with him, setting one hand on his arm, resting the other on Adam’s back. 

“I think it was. We’re all alive, we’re all ok. We’re home. I couldn’t ask for much better. It’s gonna be alright, Alden. We’ll make sure of it, and we’ll do it together, alright?”

He nodded again, leaning over to press a kiss on the top of your head. You leaned into his side, and you both took deep breaths, trying to keep yourself calm. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice firm and full of reassurance. 

“Together.”

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A/N - Hi! Sorry this is a little short. I feel like I could have done better if I came up with something better for the plot, but that’s my bad. Anyways, thank you again for the request. Hopefully this is alright, let me know what you think!

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[warmaidensrevenge]

It's the end of the world.

Pairings: Alden x Fem!plus size reader x Eddie

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: I'm really happy with how the first chapter went. I hope this next one is good. I would like to warn that I know some of the songs I use came out way later than the show. But I like what it does to my story line. So please don't be upset. Any ways. Thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. Kay love ya bye.

Warnings: 18+ rape, violence, language, angst, some fluff. Not proof read and no word count

Summary: Beach bound with Dustin and Eddie. A search for you leaves you in ruins. Will the change affect a growing bond?

Part 2

💔😣

When Eddie went back to the room all he could do was smile. He laid down and kept playing your smile in his head. You were so pretty when you smiled. He was happy. It's been so long since he felt this way. Though he felt bad for Alden he couldn't help these feelings for you. The plan was to go home for a little while before heading back out. But now, wherever you went he would follow you. All he had to do was convince Dustin to go.

...

You went back to your room and Alden was awake.

" Where were you?"

You closed the door and crawled into bed with him. " I was hungry."

" you shouldn't eat so late....You're getting to big."

" What the fuck?!"

" No...I mean. If you keep getting bigger you'll be slower."

" Seriously?! I had fucking carrots." You got up and put on some pants.

" Where are you going?!"

" Fuck you Alden!"

" Stop it! You're not leaving this room!"

"Like hell I'm not! What the hell was that?! You never said anything about my weight before.'

He got up and stomped towards you. That's when Lucy got up and got in front of you growling at him. He stopped and took a step back.

" We're done Alden."

" No. Y/n look I'm sorry. I just want you to be safe. I didn't mean it."

Lucy ducked her head down and started inching towards him.

" Lucy. Sit."

She backed off and sat. But she didn't take her eyes off of him.

" No Alden. That was the last straw. I'm serious. This is over."

" Y/n please. I...I love you."

You furrowed your brow. " Don't."

You grabbed your shoes and bag and left. With Lucy on your tail. You went outside to the stalls. You quickly wrote a note for Eddie. You saddled up your horse and took off. Giving the note to one of the gate guards.

...

In the morning Eddie and Dustin were packing up getting ready to leave. When there was a knock on the door. Alden came in and looked beyond pissed.

" Do you know where she went?"

"Who?" Dustin asked.

" Y/n."

" Wait, she's gone?" Eddie looked worried.

" She left last night. Did you talk to her?"

" Umm no." Eddie lied.

Alden took off and Dustin and Eddie talked.

" Eddie, you talked to her huh?"

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. " uhh yeah. I was gonna tell you when we got on the road."

" What happened?"

" Well umm. Would you be up for going to go to the beach?"

" The beach?"

" Yeah. Man that's where we talked about going. But now I don't know if she's going."

Dustin sighed.

" Look man if you don't want to go. Then we could just go home."

" Do you like her? I mean like her like her?"

Eddie let out a nervous chuckle. " I mean..."

" Then let's go. Let's find her. Shes out there all alone with Lucy. And we got to protect her."

Dustin gave Eddie a toothy grin and grabbed his bag.

" Alright Henderson. Let's go find her."

As they approached the gate Alden was gathering a search party.

" Hey so none of us can escort you back to Alexandria."

" It's cool man. Hope you find her." Eddie gave Alden a thin lip smile.

Before they left Hilltop someone gave Eddie a note. He didn't open it until him and Dustin were far enough away from the gate.

'Sorry Eddie. I just couldn't stay here anymore. But if you still want to. I'm going to Cape Charles. Be safe.'

"Is that from her?"

Eddie grinned. " Yeah bud. Cape Charles it is."

Dustin pulled out his map. "Onward Munson. If we are fast enough we should be a day or so behind her."

Eddie clapped his back. "The adventure awaits."

...

So Eddie and Dustin weren't much of trackers but the hoof prints and Lucy's tracks led them in the right direction. They stopped in search of a house to stay the night. There was this one that just called to Eddie. They were just about to go in when they heard a horse huff.

Eddie smiled. It couldn't be a coincidence that you pick the same house they did. They both went around the back and looked over the fence. Yup. You were there. Lucy was chilling in the back with your horse.

They both went inside and saw your "Alarm system" which consisted of cans tied to a string. Eddie accidentally tripped over one going upstairs. That's when you came out of the bathroom only wearing a towel pointing your gun at him.

" Whoa!" He said holding up his hands. "It's just me beautiful."

You smiled and put down your gun. " Sorry. "

" Don't be. I could have been an ugly."

You chewed your bottom lip and just went to hug him.

The smell of your soap was so good he could hug you all day.

" You came." You whispered.

" Yeah."

"How did you find me?"

" Just fate I guess." He chuckled.

You moved from his arms after you realized you were just in a towel.

"Umm I'm gonna get dressed ok."

Eddie nodded.

" There's food on the stove if you guys are hungry."

" Thank you princess."

You smiled again and Eddie's heart skipped a beat.

You went downstairs after and sat with them in the living room.

Eddie couldn't help but grin when he saw you blush. You looked so pretty with your hair down. The two times he saw you, it was up. It was much longer than he originally thought.

You went to sit with him on the couch. Careful not to get too close.

" Why did you leave so fast?" Dustin said with a mouth full of pasta.

" Umm...I just had to get out of there."

There was something in your voice that Eddie could tell something bad happened. But he didn't want to ask in front of Dustin.

" Do you guys want to shower? Because check this out. This place still has hot water."

They both shot their eyes towards you.

" No. I'm serious. And the plumbing works too."

You laughed so hard when they both wrestled to get to the bathroom first. But it looks like Eddie was the winner of that race. Dustin came down and huffed.

" I'm sorry."

Dustin shook his head. " Nah Eddie's a cheater."

He looked really bummed out. But you had an idea. It wasn't a shower but it was something. You dug in your bag and pulled out a Hershey bar.

" Hey Dustin."

He looked up from his plate and his eyes widened.

"Want to share this with me?"

"Are-are you sure?"

You opened the bar and cracked it in half handing it over to him. He let out a soft sigh popping a piece in his mouth.

" God! I haven't had chocolate in so long."

" I know right. I found it in one of the cupboards." You said putting a piece in your mouth.

You didn't finish your half. Saving the rest for Eddie.

" I'm gonna go outside and smoke. You okay here?"

He nodded and you went to the back yard. You rolled up a cigarette and started playing fetch with Lucy. That's when you heard Eddie opening the window and started to sing.

🎵

Seemed to stop my breath

My head on your chest waiting to cave in

From the bottom of my

Hear your voice again

Could we dim the sun and wonder where we've been?

Maybe you and me, so kiss me like you did

My heart stopped beating, such a softer sin

🎵

You knew the song very well. You started singing too.

" I'm melting, I'm melting."

Eddie heard you singing. It was faint but he heard you and he smiled to himself.

🎵

In your eyes, I lost my place

Could stay a while

And I'm melting

In your eyes like my first time

That I caught fire

Just stay with me, lay with me now

🎵

You guys sang together for the rest of the song. It was nice to hear music again. The kind you liked. Alden sang sometimes. And he was good too. But you never knew the songs he sang. You thought about him while you finished smoking. How could he say a mean thing to you then follow up with a damn 'I love you'? You knew you were big. You saw it every time you got dressed or saw yourself in a mirror. But you thought it didn't matter. You still moved just as fast as him. You could run. Did you like to? No. Who in their right mind actually liked running? Psycho's that who. In this world cardio was very important. So you worked on that. But you were just big. And honestly you never minded it. Sure you were teased while you were younger but none of that mattered now. It was all about survival. Before you knew it you rolled another cigarette and lit it as Eddie came out and sat next to you.

" You smoke when you're stressed too?"

You flicked the ashes and you handed it to him.

" Yeah."

How did he know that?

" What's wrong?" He asked taking a hit and passing it back to you

You shook your head. " It doesn't matter."

" Sure it does. Whatever is going on in that pretty head of yours, I want to know."

You took another puff and handed it back to Eddie.

" Why? Why do you want to know what's going on with me?"

"Well we are traveling companions and I like you. I don't like seeing you upset."

You looked at him as he finished off the cigarette and tossed it. Why was he making you feel like this? You didn't even know him.

" I ummm....I broke up with Alden. He said something about my weight. And i-"

" I'll kill him!"

Eddie's joke made you laugh. Never in his 25 years of life had he heard such an angelic sound from any girl before. And he made you do that twice. Was this what he thinks it is?

" Yeah let's not do that." You chuckled.

Eddie put his arm around your waist. "Is this okay?"

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Yeah. It's okay."

This felt natural. Like you guys have known each other forever.

"You know there's nothing wrong with your weight. You're very beautiful."

Beautiful?

No one has ever called you that before. And here Eddie was saying it for the 3rd time. Alden never called you beautiful. Was how you were feeling mutual? Is it too soon to move on? Or were you just looking for a rebound?

"Stop that princess."

What the hell?

" You're overthinking again."

You lifted your head and met his big brown doe like eyes.

" How do you do that? How can you just read me like a book?"

" I uhh. I don't know. It's like I can feel you."

" Seriously?"

"I know it's weird but. I feel like I know you."

" Huh. That's interesting."

" What is?"

" I feel the same way...The moment I heard you singing. It's like I've heard it before."

" Well I was in a band before the shit hit the fan."

" Yeah?"

"Yeah! Just a small rock band coming out of Hawkins Indiana. We had just signed to a label. We called ourselves Corroded-"

"Coffin." You finished his sentence.

Okay now Eddie was freaked out. "Y-yeah. How-"

"Did I know that?" You chuckled. " I uhh was passing through with my dad one summer. We stopped at this little place called The hang out I think."

Eddie laughed. " The Hideout"

"Oh. Umm yeah. There. It was the only place open that had food. So we went inside. I guess you guys were playing. I didn't really see you guys. But I do remember the name. It was a pretty cool name for a band."

" Huh? What are the odds?"

You rested your head back on him. " I don't know. It's kinda weird."

" It's kismet."

You sighed softly. " Maybe."

" umm want to go inside?"

" Yeah. In a minute. It feels nice here."

Eddie couldn't help the smile that crept up on him. This was nice. Despite the world going to shit he finally found some beauty in it. You.

...

Alden was fucking out of it. He and a handful of others searched everywhere for 6 days. On the 7th he rode to find Daryl in the woods. He was still looking for Rick's body. It's been years since. But he still had hope.

" Daryl?" Alden said in a type of loud whisper.

He called out again finding Dog trotting up to him.

" What are you doing out here?" A raspy voice came from beyond the thick brush.

Daryl was already pointing his crossbow at him. Alden raised up his hands to show he meant no harm.

" It's y/n. She's gone."

" Y/n?"

" Yeah you know the one with the sick dog."

" Oh yeah. The one this idiot's in love with." Daryl lowered his weapon and gestured at his dog.

"Yes that one."

" Well uhh sorry man. People die."

" No. No. She didn't die she took off. We got into a stupid fight and I need your help finding her."

Daryl leaned his head back a bit. " are you sure she wants to be found?"

" why wouldn't she?"

Daryl shook his head.

" Look I went to Alexandria to see if she was there but she wasn't. And neither were those guys. I think they found her and took her."

"What guys?"

" That one long haired freak and his brother. The one with the lisp."

" Dustin and Eddie? Nah. They wouldn't take her. They're good kids."

" Well they must be with her or they died. But I need your help. She could be in danger."

" I don't know man. I'm still looking for Rick. And Carol's expected me soon."

" Common Daryl. Help me please. Help me find my girl."

The look Alden had on his face is what made Daryl agree. They went back to Hilltop and Daryl and Dog immediately found your scent and tracks.

"You're right man. Two people are following her." Daryl said as he followed the tracks.

Now Alden was pissed. They knew where you were going and they lied to him. Once he found you he was going to be at the shit out of Eddie.

...

You woke up the next morning with Eddie spooning you on the living room floor with Dustin just a few feet away. You couldn't remember sleeping so well. Nothing happened last night. But you would be lying if you said you didn't want anything to happen. Eddie was hot. But he was just so different. In a good kinda quirky type of way. He was nice and soft. You liked that a lot about him. There was something there. And you knew that it was there for him too.

Going against your desires you had to back off. Just enough for you know that it wasn't just sex you wanted. So you tried to pull away from him but he held onto you tighter. You tried again but he wouldn't budge.

" Eddie" you whispered. "We should get up. We gotta keep moving."

" Ugh. No." He moaned. " you're so warm. Please. Just a little bit longer."

You smiled. " okay. Just a few more minutes."

Maybe it wasn't the best idea. But Eddie was clouding your thoughts. Should you just let this happen? Should you let yourself fall for this beautiful man? What if your feelings didn't match? What if he just wanted a friend? Would you be okay with that?

" Baby stop it."

" I-I'm sorry."

"Whatever it is. I want to talk about it later."

You whispered a soft ok and fell back asleep.

" Up and at 'em you two."

Dustin's voice woke you both up. This time you were spooning Eddie. You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. He just smelled so good. You both got up and Dustin just grinned at Eddie.

" Don't you dare say a word Henderson." Eddie grunted as he sat up.

" I just didnt-"

Eddie cut him off by putting his index finger up and turned his head to the side. You and Dustin laughed.

"Alright" Eddie clapped his hands rubbing them together. " let's get this show on the road."

Eddie stood up and helped you to your feet.

" Morning beautiful."

A small laugh left your lips. "Morning."

" So about earlier..."

...

It was almost two weeks before you guys made it to Cape Charles. There were a few stragglers along the way. But you guys made quick work of them. You and Eddie slept together every night since. Though it was nice. You felt your body craving his. You wanted him. But you couldn't. Not yet.

It was the fifth night at the beach when you were sitting with Lucy. You had just given her a shot. You wanted to be alone for a little while so you went for a walk. The boys were out looking for some dry wood to burn. You guys had found a small lodge and camped out there until you guys found a smaller one. Smaller buildings were easier to fortify.

You passed by a large log and decided to take a break. You sat there petting Lucy listening and watching the waves crashing. You were pondering the conversation you had with Eddie after that first night.

You confessed that you felt something for him. But even though he said the feeling was mutual, he never took the opportunity to have you. Which on a level was really nice. But on another level it was damn annoying. This guy was so fucking beautiful it was insane. He was funny and nice. And to top it all off, he was a damn gentleman. Being in his arms made you feel something you never felt before. Every minute of every day you spent with him, was the best time you had ever had.

As you sat there you started singing softly.

🎵

This heart, it beats

Beats for only you, oooh

this heart, it beats

Beats for only you

My heart is yours

This heart, it beats

Beats for only you

My heart is yours (my heart beats for you)

🎵

Eddie and Dustin were coming back when they heard you sing.

" I uhh think that's for you." Dustin nudged Eddie.

Eddie licked his lips. Do you really feel that? Because if you did, then he could tell you that he feels the exact same. Yes it was way too soon to feel like this towards you. But you guys could die at any moment and he was certain you were the one.

" Hey go inside and start the fire yeah?"

Dustin smirked. " Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Eddie grinned and playfully pushed him.

Eddie crept closer to hear you better. When you finished you stood quiet. He opened his mouth to say something.

"Hey Ed's."

" How did you know I was here?"

" I uhh don't know. I just feel you." You smiled

He came and sat next to you grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips.

" Ed's,... can I kiss you?"

He slowly put your hand down while looking in your eyes. He lifted his hand and cupped your cheek. His lips were so soft and warm. Everything melted away. For just a second, the only thing that mattered to you was Eddie. The world felt like it stopped turning and time froze. Was this what it felt like to be in actual love?

Eddie put his hand to cradle your head to deepen the kiss. You were holding onto his collar for dear life. The kiss only broke because Lucy had whined. You guys looked in the direction she was staring at and saw a handful of stinkers.

" Hold that thought princess."

You let out a breathy laugh. "Let's take them out."

Eddie stood up and held out his hand. " Lucy stay."

You looked down at Lucy and she sat. She never listens to anyone but you. Well that's not the case now.

You took his hand and pulled out your kabar. " Ready?"

Eddie pulled out his knife too. " common baby."

...

Eddie couldn't sleep all night. He was so damm ecstatic to have finally gotten a kiss from you. After killing the uglies he wanted so badly to make love to you. But the smell that lingered kinda offset the mood. Besides all you guys slept in the same room. So that wasn't the ideal place to do the devil's tango.

Eddie was caressing your arm when he heard Dustin get up. He kissed your shoulder and went to see what he was doing.

" Hey Henderson. You okay?" Eddie's voice was low so he wouldn't wake you.

" Uh yeah man. Just thirsty."

Eddie sat next to him on the couch.

" So what now Munson?"

" What do you mean?"

" Well we got your girl. And we are at the beach. What do we do now?"

" I don't know man. I guess we just survive."

" Are we ever gonna go back home?"

" Do you want to?"

Dustin sighed " Yeah. I miss having people around. I wonder if Emma is still there."

Shit. Dustin was lonely. It wasn't fair to him. For Eddie to find you while Dustin wanted to find his girl.

" I uhh. If you want we can go."

" What about y/n? She doesn't like camps."

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.

" Maybe we can convince her that it really is safe. That we will keep her and Lucy safe."

" and if we can't?"

"We will. We have too."

" You love her don't you?"

Eddie tugged at his bottom lip and nodded.

" Then we have to get her to come."

" I just need a few days. Can you give me that?"

Dustin agreed. ' Aww you luv her." He teased.

" Henderson. Shut it."

Dustin laughed. " but you do."

Eddie chuckled. "Yeah...I do."

-

When Eddie got up you turned around and felt for him. You sat up and looked for him. That's when you heard low voices. You got up and went to see what they were doing. You stopped when you heard Dustin saying he wanted to go home. Your heart sank. Of course they wanted to go home. But because of you Eddie changed their plans. You felt like such a piece for not wanting to go to a camp.

Your heart broke when Eddie said that they could go back if Dustin wanted to. Then you heard it. Eddie said he loved you. And as much as you wanted to run into his arms and say you loved him too, you didn't. You went back to the room and laid down. You contemplated going back with them. But Hilltop was so close. And you knew Alden would eventually find you there. And if you never see him again it would still be too soon. But then there was Eddie. You couldn't stand the idea of not being near him. Or Dustin. In just three weeks they felt more like family to you than anything.

You decided here and now. Wherever they went, you would follow.

-

...

The next morning was quiet. You and boys searched for things for the long trip back to Alexandria. You and Eddie took a walk earlier that morning and talked about going back. It was a brief one that ended up in hugs and kisses.

Somehow you ended up farther away from them than you intended. Lucy was playing with Dustin so you were all alone. You were rummaging through some cabinets in a house when you heard footsteps.

" Ed's. Is that you?"

"y/n?"

You turned around. " Alden? What are you doing here?"

"I come to bring you home." He said getting closer to you.

"No. I'm not going back with you. I don't want anything to do with you."

He got closer and grabbed your arms. Squeezing so damn hard you were sure he was going to leave bruises.

" Stop! You're hurting me!"

" No! I told you. You're mine! And some freak isn't gonna take you away from me."

He kissed you hard and bit your lip drawing blood. You tried to get him to stop but his hold on to you was too strong.

"S-STOP! I DON'T WANT THIS!"

Alden wrapped his hand in your hair and jerked your head back trapping you against the counter.

" PLEASE ALDEN! P-PLEASE STOP!"

There was something in his eyes. It wasn't him. It wasn't the Alden you knew.

" I LOVE YOU! DO YOU KNOW THAT?! YOU ARE NOT LEAVING US!"

The smell of alcohol punched you in the nose. He was wasted.

He threw you to the ground. You landing on your stomach. You tried to crawl away but he pulled you back by your ankles. Tears and pleases left you. You tried to grab anything and fought to get away but he kept pulling you back.

"ALDEN!" You sob.

He got on your back holding you down. You tried to elbow him in the face but you missed.

" I'm going to show you who you belong to."

" N-NO P-PLEASE!"

You felt him tug down your bottoms and heard his belt buckle. You squirmed and screamed but he pulled your hair.

" Stop fighting me! You know you like this."

"S-stop"

You shut your eyes and tears fell as his forced himself in you. That burning pain was something you never felt before.

" Ed-eddie" you whispered.

Alden pushed your head down into the floor as you cried.

Out of nowhere you heard Lucy attack.

" Y/N?!...WHAT THE FUCK!?"

You opened your eyes and looked up. Eddie, Dustin, and Daryl were standing there. Eddie charged while Dustin helped you pull up your pants and stand up. Daryl was trying to get Lucy and Eddie off of Alden.

" EDDIE C'MON" Dustin shouted as he helped you to your feet.

When you looked back at Eddie he was looking at you with tears in his eyes. Daryl was holding Lucy and Alden pulled out his knife and slashed Eddie's stomach. He fell back to the ground

"ALDEN STOP!" You screamed at the top of your lungs.

You ran to Eddie and put pressure on his wound. Lucy whimpered and calmed down and sat next to Eddie licking his face.

" Get him the hell out of here!" You said looking at Daryl.

Daryl nodded and picked up Alden and threw him outside.

-

"What the hell's that matter with you?!"

Alden was wrapping up his arm to stop the bleeding.

"This is NOT the reason we came out here!"

Alden didn't say anything. He just went for his hoarse and took off.

Daryl shook his head and went back inside.

-

" I need my bag....It's okay Eddie. It's not that bad." You said not looking at him.

Eddie looked at you and raised his hand to touch your face but you flinched and moved a bit. His heart broke. He could not believe that happened.

Daryl handed you your bag.

" Dustin there's gauze in there and a needle and thread... Please thread it."

"y/n. I'm sorry I didn't know." Daryl tried to apologize.

You ignored him. " Dustin. Do you think you can find something for Eddie to bite on?"

" Y-yeah." Dustin said handing you the needle and took off.

" Y/n?" Daryl tried again.

You turned to him. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE!? FUCKING GO!"

You turned back to Eddie's wound trying your best to clean up. Your hands were shaking. You wiped your brow and waited for Dustin to come back.

" Y/n?" Eddie tried to touch you again.

" Don't." You whispered holding back your tears.

Eddie threw his head back. Tears ran down the side of his face. He knew something was wrong. He had a bad feel the moment you were no longer in his line of sight.

Dustin came back with a towel.

" Bite on that. I have to give you stitches."

Eddie did so. You pour some liquor you found on his wound and he groaned. You made quick work of the stitches and as soon as you were done bandaging him up you left, with Lucy staying with Eddie and Dustin.

You walked down the far side of the beach and found some uglies. And you went berserk on them. Each one you took out had Alden's face on them. After the fifth and last one you fell to your knees and sobbed.

" Y/n?"

You turned around and saw Dustin and Eddie coming towards you. All you could do was cry. They came and sat next to you.

Once you finally calmed down enough you got up.

" I can't go to Alexandria with you....I'm sorry."

...

@salenorona23 @browneyes528 @bajadotcom @generouspuppypuppy

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[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter seventy

close to home | chapter seventy

plot: the reader asks Daryl for something only he can do

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,084 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, slight description of self harm A/N: chapter 70 wtf I feel like this is way too long lol

A week later, your life was returning to normal. Your heart was still mourning over what happened, and your dreams were haunted by Beta���s face and Alpha’s voice, but when you were awake, you were okay. Siddiq gave you a stamp of approval on the baby, and with no active pregnancies, Hilltop was sending over their machine for you and Rosita to use during your pregnancies. You’d have to figure out a way to thank Alden. It should be here by the end of the week. 

You visited Tora’s grave every morning for the first week you returned. Through all the trouble, you’d forgotten. And though it still stung, you were happy she wouldn’t be around for the trouble that might come. Daryl helped you fix her collar so you could wear it as a bracelet. 

Daryl opted not to return to the council on the grounds that he would be too busy. Gabriel tried to get him to stay, but he refused, and you didn’t want to push him. He was still healing, too. And the threat of the Whisperers was still out there. 

Your belly was still the same size, but you knew it wouldn’t be long until you popped. By the end of the month, you’d be showing. You and Rosita rooted through all the maternity clothes you could find in the community. You knew you’d be wearing Daryl’s favorite black sweater a lot. 

Aaron and Daryl were set to start working on the rooms upstairs within the next few days so they could paint the walls while it was cool enough to keep the windows open. You just hoped the expired paint would be okay. Otherwise, it was discarded wallpaper from the basement storage, and you did not want that. There were two other small rooms that would become storage, but neither of them were gonna finish it unless they had to. 

You could not help them because of the pregnancy, so you did what you could. The last bits of crops were ready for harvesting and storing, so you helped. 

You were exhausted when you walked into your bedroom that night. You hoped the men would finish the room before you were too pregnant to get everything set up there. 

Daryl followed behind you, hands on your waist. You’d all had a very late dinner because of the late harvesting, and Michonne had to carry RJ up. 

You sighed as you sat at the edge of the bed. “I think I’m going to sleep all day tomorrow.” 

“Ain’ gonna sleep much. Me and Aaron are gonna start the walls in the afternoon.” 

You sighed again. “I’ll go sleep on Rosita’s couch.” You heard him snort as you started to change for bed. 

Your back was toward Daryl as you did, and just as you were putting your shirt on, his hands wrapped around your lower waist. 

“Why ya hidin’ from me? Ya never used to care ‘bout me seein’ ya?”

You closed your eyes and unwrapped his arms from around you before he could touch his stomach. “I’m just changing, silly.” He gave you a look when you turned around that told you he knew you were lying, and you bit your lip. “My stomach… the words…”

“Ya don’ gotta be embarrassed ‘bout them. Ain’ ya fault.” He told you. 

“I am embarrassed. It’s disgusting what they did to me. I can’t even look in the mirror.” You pulled down your jeans and sat down, kicking them off your legs. 

“Ya ain’ disgustin’.” Daryl knelt before you and put his hands on your thighs. “Ya are so beautiful, (Y/N).” 

You chewed on your lip before you leaned forward to kiss him. 

It had been weeks since the last time you were intimate with him. You missed it. You missed him. So you grabbed his arms and tugged him. He knew what you wanted and pushed you backward onto the bed. 

“I mean it,” He whispered against your lips. “Ya know that?”

You nodded, pushed off his vest, and then worked at the buttons on his shirt. “I know you do. I just don’t see it the same way.” 

He grabbed the hem of your shirt, and you grabbed his hand to stop him. “Trust me, baby girl.” Slowly, you let go and decided to trust your husband.

***

Daryl watched you with a careful eye as you handed him his crossbow. The morning held a promise of winter, and as he swung the bow over his shoulder, you zipped up his jacket. 

“Don’t stay out there too long, okay? Stay close to home.” You reminded him for the hundredth time. 

“‘M just huntin’, be back in a few hours to start on the room.” He reminded you for the hundredth time, too. 

You nodded and grabbed him, pulling him down to kiss. “Just be careful.”

Daryl kissed you again before he left toward the gate. With the Whisperers having their territory and the communities having theirs, he wasn’t worried about crossing into their lands. Especially since Alexandria was further out. 

But as he approached the gate and heard the thunder, he sighed. Hunting in the rain wasn’t easy because the animals were hiding, and he knew you’d kill him if he went out. So he turned back around and headed toward the house. 

With the main harvesting done, the community had to do nothing except prepare for winter. A wood crew was consistently bringing in firewood, but Alexandria would be quiet today with the rain. 

As he passed the school, he saw RJ and Judith through the windows.

When Daryl walked through the house, Dog greeted him, and he set his crossbow down on the coffee table. The house was quiet. He wasn’t sure where Michonne was, probably poking around the community, and you were supposed to be caning dry goods for the winter. But the kitchen was empty, and when he went upstairs to your shared bedroom, it was empty, too. 

He paused when he heard a thud on the floor above and quickly walked up the second set of stairs. Daryl could hear someone in the bathroom, and he pushed the slightly open door further back. 

“(Y/N)...”

Daryl’s mouth parted in shock as he saw the blood on the counter. His eyes traveled to your bloody hands and then up your body. The top half of your body was naked save your bra, but his eyes remained on your stomach. 

“What are ya doin?” He nearly yelled, his heart panicking as he stalked toward you. He grabbed your wrist to take the knife, but you pulled away from him. 

“Stop,” You said. “Don’t, Daryl.”

“Are ya crazy?” Daryl yelled, trying to get the knife, but you blocked him again.”Ya can’ do this.”

“It’s my body!” You shouted. “It’s my body. And she cut into it like it was hers. I am not going to look at myself every day for the rest of my life and see her warning.” 

“I can’ let ya do this, ya know I can’. Give me the knife.” Daryl said. 

You shook your head. “Nothing you do will stop this from happening. So you can either sit by my side and be with me through this, or I’ll just do it again when you aren’t here.”

Daryl sighed and looked down at your stomach. You’d already gotten through three words. His stomach turned, and he felt like he would be sick. “The baby.”

“She’s fine. I cleaned the knife, and I’m cleaning the cuts as I go,” You said, “Honey, I need to do this. I don’t care if it’s crazy. And it’s not like I have any other options to cover this up. And I know you’ll breathe easier not seeing it, too.”

“I ain’ gonna breathe easy seein’ ya all cut up like that.”

“I see your back,” You countered. “I see the scars on your back and chest every single day, and it breaks my heart each time. But it’s you, Daryl Dixon. It’s my husband. And even though I’d kill your father if he weren’t already dead, I love them because they are a part of you. Just like I know you love every single scar on me.”

His eyes glanced at your gunshot scar, the stab from years ago, and all the other scars you’d received since he met you. He hated seeing each and every single one, and it made him want to kill everyone who’d ever hurt you. He didn’t care if it was right or wrong. If they’d hurt you, he wanted them dead. 

But he did love them. They made you who you were. Each scar was a test of your strength and determination. They were a storybook of everything you survived and fought through. The Governor, Terminus, the Saviors, and now the Whisperers. Each scar made you the strong, independent, capable woman he loved more than life itself. 

Finally, Daryl nodded while sighing. “Okay, okay. I ain’ sayin’ ‘m happy ‘bout this, but I get it. But if ya gonna do this, we gonna do this right. Don’ need ya doin’ this by yaself and bleedin’ out.”

Daryl took the knife from you and rinsed off the blood. Then he lifted you onto the bathroom counter and used a towel to wipe up the blood. You weren’t cutting deep, but enough to change the scars. If anything, it showed him how good you were with a knife. 

“You don’t have to do this, I can do it myself.” 

Daryl chewed on his lip before shaking his head. “I ain’ wanna hear any jokes from ya ‘bout this later on, sayin’ I cut ya up or bullshit.”

You leaned back as you smiled, wincing slightly. “Let’s just get this done, and when this baby is out of me, I’ll let you do one of the poke-and-stick tattoos you did on your hand. Okay?”

Daryl nodded, put his hand on your waist, and then brought the knife to the following letter. “Ya sure?”

“Just do it quick.” 

He hesitated for a good thirty seconds before doing what you asked. Each delicate knife swipe was torture for him, and his eyes were rimmed with tears. He couldn’t believe he let you talk him into this. 

And he knew it hurt. He was trying to be as gentle as he could, cutting deep enough to change the scar only. 

He finished the first line when he set the knife down and started to treat it. 

“Thank you,” You whispered. Your face was red from holding your screams, and you felt sick. “Seriously Daryl. Thank you.” 

“Ya my wife,” Daryl said as he finished wrapping the first line. “Better or for worse.”

***

Winter embraced Alexandria with a foot of snow a few weeks later. You passed your twenty-week mark and were showing. The bump had grown exceptionally well, and Siddiq checked on the baby once a week. 

As soon as you started showing, Daryl seemed to go insane. He wouldn’t let you stand guard at the walls, he wouldn’t let you go outside, he wouldn’t let you help him and Aaron with finishing the bedroom and baby room. 

You were getting sick and tired of what you couldn’t do. But you returned the favor. He couldn’t go out alone anymore. He couldn’t go to Hilltop or the Kingdom. He had to stay with you. And he had to stop smoking. You had Michonne burn all the cigarettes you could find. She even helped you look for them all. 

The two of you could live with the rules since they kept you both safe, especially for the baby. 

The scars on your arms were baby pink lines, and your stomach looked like it’s been swiped with Lucille, but you couldn’t make out the words anymore. You were able to look in the mirror again. 

And the best part was that there was no word about the Whisperers. You weren’t sure if it was because it was winter or because you were all sticking to the boundary. All you knew was that they were gone, which helped heal some wounds, too. 

***

The street was icy as you carefully walked over it. Two mugs of hot cider were in your glove-covered hands, and you followed the sound of shoveling. Michonne was with you, carrying two others. 

The barn had snowed in, and you knew Daryl had been helping Aaron, Laura, and Eugene clear it. Most of the kids were out playing in the snow, so you could hear laughter from all over the community. 

You smiled widely when you saw Daryl, even though you saw him an hour ago. You weren’t sure if it was the pregnancy hormones or because you were starting to feel safe again, but you couldn’t get enough of him. 

“Gabriel, Laura,” Michonne called out. 

You crossed over a particularly icy patch before finally getting to Daryl and Aaron. “Hi, boys.” You smiled. 

“Thank you,” Aaron said as he grabbed the mug. “It’s freezing.” 

You handed the other one to your husband. “Yeah, I know. Figured you would be cold.” You reached into your coat pocket and pulled out a hat. “And you forgot this, old man.” 

Daryl rolled his eyes and tried to duck away, but you managed to put the hat over his head anyway. Then you yanked on the puff balls hanging from either side of the hat. 

“Motherin’ already and the baby ain’ even here,” Daryl grumbled. 

You smiled at his grumpy attitude and wrapped an arm around his. “You guys are almost done. Anywhere else?”

“No, we got the church steps already,” Aaron said. 

You nodded and looked towards where the kids were playing. “Okay, well I’m gonna check on the kids.” You leaned up to give Daryl a kiss—because you knew Aaron would tease him about it—and then left to go see to the children. 

Which led to both you and Michonne being ambushed by snowballs. 

#daryl x y/n #daryl dixion x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #daryl twd #twd #daryl dixon #daryl x you

[novamariestark]

My W.I.Ps

Negan x Reader (rewatching the series to get the character right) [Haven't watched TWD for years just clips] sorry 😢. Reader gets an unexpected surprise

Echoes, Fragments and Puzzle Pieces Part 4 [Bucky x reader]

His Cute Angry Angel [Tallahasse x Reader] You and Tallahassee get trapped after he gets a little handsy on a supply trip

Untitled [Alden Parker x reader] A case from the past comes back to haunt you and McGee.

I wrote this list hopefully to give myself a kick up the butt to finish writing them. Each one has about 300-400 words but it's not perfect.

Part 4 of Echoes has 1364 words but I keep rewriting the whole thing 😆 😢

#reader insert #female reader #alden parker #Tallahassee #Negan #current wip #works in progress #bucky barnes

[sachaa-ff]

TWD s11ep3

#twd #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead #twd negan #Alden #maggie twd #serie #ocs #negan #negan x you #jeffrey dean morgan #twd season 11

[lola-andheruniverse]

So I just watched 11x09! Pretty neat episode, good pacing, lots of things happened (thank God) and not one to demolished our ship. Yey!

First of all, I'm so happy TWD is back! I really missed this zombie telenovela full of nonsensical action scenes and contrived dialogues hashtag my favourite show.

Nobody asked me but here are my few cents about it, I tried not to be too spoilery and I don't know how to add cut on the app so proceed carefully:

TWD SPOILERS TWD SPOILERS

1. All the action scenes with exploding zombies and all just felt a little meh to me. Like I think they were properly done yeah but I don't get on the edge of my seat anymore. Guess that's okay, too many years watching these fucking dumb zombies to feel threatened by them. TWD zombies got nothing compared to TWD spoilers.

2. Gracie really needs to learn how to defend herself. Loved all Aaron scenes, as usual.

3. Don't have anything to elaborate about Lydia. She's babe and deserves all acceptance and happiness and love and I hope we will see more of her on 11b.

4. Father Gabriel had is chance to talk to the religious Reaper and it was marvelous. Great scene, great pay off! I wish he got the chance to meet Pope as well, but we need to be happy for whatever crumbs this show gives us. He and Rosita..I think she's still mad he left with Maggie to a suicide mission and managed to get back alive but just barely. Girl was just really tired after fighting dozens of walkers in the middle of a storm and really hungry and that's what saved him of a 'cabron, I told you so', fucking stupid man'. They still a strange pairing but they really felt like a married couple with things to discuss on their reunion.

5. Talking about married couples who need to have a conversation cough caryl cough that little hug full of relief and tension and let's talk about it later because we are still stranded but we love each other hug cough. So nice to see Daryl hugging his family, Carol taught him to be a hugger and now he can have all the hugs he wants. He deserves them all. D*nnie reunion was very sweet and not charged with heavy emotions AT ALL. And to think people were talking about a new Terminus hug. They really need to stop exaggerating on spoilers before a caryler has a heart attack induced by stress. Am I the only one who thought it was interesting to not see Daryl's facial expressions when he hugged the Dixon family but that we did see his face when he hugged C*nnie? And the juxtaposition of that scene with Carol and Maggie reuniting? AK we know what you're doing, you're not mysterious at all.

6. They are really keeping RJ on silence because the boy can't act. Poor kid. He's still very cute looking at his apple with his neutral face.

7. We got our Alden question answered and it shocked 0 people. I liked the dude but he won't be missed. Anyways, I thought it was a beautiful scene delivered by Lauren Cohan.

8. Couldn't care less about Maggie x Negan sorry but I'll miss him serving as comic relief. I feel we'll have another Negan bottle episode on the near future and I don't know how to fell about it.

9. All the Reapers are gone except Leah. She'll steal more precious screen time with her drama but what can we do besides pray to have her ass kicked by Carol, right?

BEST SCENE OF THE WHOLE EPISODE: Eugene lonely clapping after introducing Lance to our exhausted and suspicious Team Family. Chef kiss 🤌

Also..where is Nabila and her adorable kids? Jerry, what they did to your family? They = TPTB

And that's it, I'm ready to the Commenwealth bonkers spoilers now. Send them all!

#twd spoilers #twd 11x09 #twd 11b #caryl #caryl on #caryl is endgame #twd #twd season 11

[male-reads]

Carl Grimes: Bite

Fandom: TWD Pairing: Carl Grimes x Male!Reader Summary: A run goes to shit, and you have to pay the price. Request: (let’s pretend Carl didn’t die) can you do a walking dead imagine with Carl having to watch his s/o get eaten by zombies? Or just die in general 

a/n: i fuckin love alden so he’s made a quick appearance.

TW: Blood, death (of reader, via gunshot), angst. it does get a little dark bc reader gets bitten and stops themself from turning. read at your own discretion.

Carl had had a close encounter with a walker - he’d been trying to help Siddiq. But he’d managed to scrape by, living to see the rest of the days to come by.

And things had … gotten on OK. The Saviors had been defeated, and they were working to help the communities. Negan was behind bars. Things had been getting better and better.

So why did things have to go so wrong?

It was supposed to be a normal run; it had all been mapped out, Rick, Maggie and Michonne had deemed it safe enough for a group from each of their communities to come together to do the run.

You and Carl had been set to do it too. You’d both volunteered, knowing how useful you both were. You’d both grown up into the world, so it was almost as if it was your world. You’d both grown up knowing that death usually lurked behind every corner.

And it did.

There had been a walker, freshly turned and big. You and Carl had gone off in your own pair, followed by Alden, a fresh new face in Hilltop, a reformed Savior. He was alright, pulled his own weight.

Which is probably why he tried to save you.

You had been ahead, telling them a walker or two was nearby. He had been closest, and he’d tried to pull the walker away from you. But it had moved quick in the way new walkers did. It had been strong, dead hands gripping you, the weight almost knocking you off your feet.

The stumble had been enough.

“Fuck!” you yelped mere seconds before rotting teeth tore into your neck.

It didn’t manage to get far; Alden and Carl both shot it. You stumbled a little again, pushing the dead weight off you, hand coming up onto your neck. You could feel the blood seeping through your fingers, and breathing felt weird. You swallowed, realisation and reality setting in.

“Fantastic,” you said, grimacing as you pulled your hand away, only to see it covered in red.

“Y/N,” Carl said, voice wavering. “Shit.”

You nodded, looking over at him. “Yeah.”

“I’ll - I’ll get the others, get Enid,” Alden said, stumbling over his words.

You and Carl nodded, and he moved past both of you. Once he was out of sight, Carl moved forwards and pulled you into a hug, trying to ignore the blood staining the collar of his shirt.

“Of all the things,” he said.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. Shit happens,”

Carl breathed out, shuddering and long. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I’m not gonna leave, not really.” you said, grip tightening on him. “Found a way into that heart of yours. I’ll be there with you.”

You didn’t want to pull away from Carl, but your neck was burning. You moved away, kissed his cheek and stood back, hand going back over the wound. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

Alden and Enid returned, and she looked at your wound. Others soon returned, the area deemed clear enough. You’d just gotten unlucky.

“I don’t want you wasting that stuff on me,” you said to Enid, watched as she went through her medical bag. “While I’m still lucid, I want to stop it.”

Rick and the others looked at you, glancing over at Carl.

It wasn’t a secret, your relationship with Carl. It just meant that it was going to hurt more.

“Y/N -”

���It’s my choice,” you said with a shrug. You saw the way Jesus and Daryl were looking at the two of you. “Shit happens,” you said again.

And so you, Carl and Daryl were going to return to the closest community.

The drive was silent, but the effects were kicking in. Your head started to hurt, your neck ached, and your bones were beginning to feel like glass shards.

It hadn’t even been two hours before you had Daryl pull over.

“Y/N,” Carl said as the three of you stepped out of the vehicle.

You offered a meek smile. “I think we both know what’s going to happen,”

Carl’s previous stoic demeanour vanished. His face screwed up as tears began to drip down his face. Without saying a word, he sat beside you, hands going over one of your own.

“You - you can do it yourself?” Daryl asked, a gun in hand.

You nodded. You got all the possessions in your pockets and put them into the back of the car. You reached over for the gun, checking the safety. There was only one bullet in the gun.

It was daunting, but you knew what to do. What the last things you’d do would be. It - it was scary. But it was either this or have someone - Carl or Daryl - do it for you. And you didn’t want either of them to do it, have the burden of it on their shoulders.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you said to Carl, smiling over at him, because someone had to smile even when everything hurt. “You’re gonna be fine. You’ll - you’ll do great.”

Carl shook his head, wiping at the remaining eye. “It’s not gonna be the same without you,”

“As is life.” You looked over at Daryl. “You turned out to be more of a decent person that I thought. Glad I met you.”

Daryl offered a smile to you, deigning to bump his fist to yours when you held it out.

“Don’t go,”

The words were whispered, barely audible over the sound of Daryl walking away. You looked over at Carl, then pressed a kiss to his forehead. “People come and go all the time. All that matters is how we spend the time together. And I’m glad of how I spent my time with you, Carl.”

Carl breathed in shakily. “I’m - I miss you.”

“I miss you too. Keep me waiting.”

You clicked the safety off. Carl made a noise. “I’ll keep you waiting for a long time.”

“Good. If you check in early, I’m not going to be pleased.”

You raised the gun.

“I won’t. You’ll be waiting for so long.”

“Sounds like a good plan, Carl Grimes. I’ll see you in a while.”

Carl nodded, and you didn't blame him when he looked away.

You took the time to stop yourself from turning.

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THIS MEANS WAR (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary: It’s been nearly two years since the war with the Saviours ended. You and Daryl now ran the Sanctuary together and for once life was starting to look good. However, little did you know, your whole world was going to come crashing down around you very soon and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Jesus’ Twin Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Blood, guts, language (just usual twd warnings) 

Chapter 11-

You awoke with a gasp as you sat up in a pile of blankets. Everything was dark as you tried to look around when suddenly a hand grabbed your shoulder causing you to flinch.

"S'okay, it's just me. We're at Hilltop, didn't want ya to sleep in the trailer. We're in the room above the barn." Daryl quickly whispered, his southern accent thick with sleep as he spoke and you nodded, slowly processing what had happened.

You remembered being in Paul's trailer, you remembered the mess, you remembered crying into Daryl's arms, but after that you were just blank and you were starting to think Daryl must have carried you up here or something because you definitely don't remember coming in here.

"Thank you." You replied, your voice barely a whisper as you laid back down beside Daryl, his arm immediately wrapping around your body protectively. 

"Try 'n get some sleep, alright?" He whispered and you nodded against his body, but you knew there was no way you'd be able to fall asleep again.

The night went by slowly as you tried to focus on Daryl's soft snores, but your mind kept wandering back to your brother. It was like the past events were just playing on loop in your head.  You had to force yourself to think of something else, anything else because otherwise you'd end up like how you were in his trailer and you can't do that again.

Eventually the sky began to turn light as the sun started to rise and the people of Hilltop slowly began to wake up as soft chatter echoed around the community. Daryl stirred from beside you a few minutes later as he sat up and looked down at you. You knew you probably looked like shit, but that was the furthest thing from your mind at the moment. You could hear Michonne and Aaron quietly talking near the barn, but you tried not to listen.

Daryl gently cupped the side of your face as he brushed his thumb over your cheek before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Ya were holdin' this photo when I found ya yesterday." Daryl said, breaking the silence as he pulled out a small photograph from the pocket of his vest and you knew exactly what it was before he handed it to you. The selfie of Paul and Aaron.

"Thanks." You replied, with a sad smile as you stared at the photo and Daryl nodded as he stood up, Dog following his lead from beside him and if you were being honest you completely forgot about Dog during these past 24 hours, but you were relieved that the animal was still here.

"Go, I'll be down in a minute." You said, nodding towards the stairs, but Daryl didn't move as he stared at you for a couple seconds wanting to make sure you were alright before he left, closely followed by Dog.

"Tell me you guys didn't sleep up there." Michonne's voice suddenly called out as you sat yourself up and stared at the photo in your hands when suddenly you realised your knuckles were bandaged and you frowned in confusion before your mind clicked. You punched the mirror, Daryl must have cleaned up the wounds.

"Ya mean the penthouse suite? Dog picked it." Daryl's gruff voice replied as you slowly stood yourself up, grabbing your bow and weapons belt which was lying on the ground beside you. You threw them on before making your way to the stairs, but you quickly stopped when you heard your name.

"How's Y/N doing?" Michonne asked.

"Jesus was her twin brother... I've never seen her like this. I dunno know how to help her." Daryl replied, his voice softer and you sighed rubbing your face with your hands. You didn't want Daryl to worry about you, there were much bigger things to worry about. 

"Bringing Jesus back, it's gonna help her move on, it's gonna help all of them move on. But after that, it's about doing whatever it takes to not bury more." Michonne replied and you shook your head silently. Move on? There is no moving on, how could you possibly move on from this? Paul was dead. Your brother was dead. The only family you ever had was now gone.

"Alden and Luke should've been back by now. Could be nothing. Could be something. You know what you're gonna do with that girl?" She continued talking.

"Why's it even up to me?"

"Because you're the best damn judge of character I know. Without Jesus or Maggie, these people need you. Tara's smart, but he shouldn't do it alone." Michonne replied and she was right. Tara was the right one to take Paul's place, she had been practically running the community with him anyway, but she shouldn't have to do it all alone.

You waited a few minutes, making sure Michonne had gone before you walked down the steps. You loved Michonne like family, but you knew you'd snap at her if she bought up your brother.

You found Daryl leaning against one of the wooden posts to the barn, Dog sitting by his feet as you reached his side. Neither of you spoke as you leant against him, his arm wrapping around your shoulder as he held you tightly.

People all over the community were helping set up Paul's funeral and within an hour Daryl, Aaron, Enid and Tara were walking with you towards the cemetery.

You could see the wooden coffin sitting beside the hole in the ground with members of the community all standing around the cemetery. You were so focused on the coffin that you didn't even noticed you had stopped walking until Daryl grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently.

"Ya can do this, m'right here with ya." He whispered and you nodded, taking a deep breath as you continued to walk towards the coffin.

You weren't really sure what you were expecting, but as you stood in front of his coffin you had to cover your mouth with your hands as you let out a small gasp, taking in just how pale your brother was as he laid in the coffin. His hair had been taken out of the bun and clearly brushed as it laid over his shoulders neatly. His armour had been clean as well, but it just looked so wrong seeing Paul like this.

"I found this amongst his clutter upstairs in Barrington House. He told me how you bought it for his birthday as a joke before all of this, but how he had kept it all this time." Tara's voice suddenly said from beside you as she held out Paul's grey beanie and handed it to you.

You stared at the beanie for a few seconds before you leant over the coffin and gently placed it in Paul's hands which were resting over his stomach. He had somehow managed to keep the beanie all this time, he wouldn't want to be parted with it and you knew that.

"C'mon, giver her some space." Daryl said quietly as he motioned for the others to follow him as he rested his hand Y/N's shoulder for a few seconds before he began walking off to the edge of the cemetery wanting to give the twins a last moment together.

"Rick's death nearly broke her and the only person who could get through to her was Jesus, so I don't know how she's going to handle this." Enid whispered unable to stop the tears falling down her cheeks as Tara wrapped her arm around the younger woman and Daryl sighed, rubbing the hair on his chain as he watched Y/N stand by the coffin.

He had never seen her like this before, he wasn't with her during the aftermath of the line up with the Saviours and he wasn't with her after Rick died. He didn't really know how Y/N dealt with loss, but he was going to make damn well sure that he was there for, like she had been there for him when Merle had died.

He stood back and watched as one by one the people closest to Jesus began hammering nails into the top of his coffin. Aaron and Michonne now standing beside him as Y/N began making her way back to them, her eyes red and filled with unshed tears and he instantly held his hand out towards her and she took it, squeezing it tightly as she stood beside him.

A few people talked, sharing stories and kind words about Paul. Kal talking about a few stories from when Paul first arrived at Hilltop, Tara sharing funny memories of supply runs she and Paul had gone on throughout the past six years. It was nice listening to everyone share stories, some you had heard before from Paul over the years, but a few of them were new and you found yourself smiling slightly as you listened.

But, as they began to lower the coffin your smile quickly disappeared and you had to look away, unable to watch as you turned around to find Aaron already watching you, his eyes laced with tears as he placed his hand on your shoulder for comfort as Daryl squeezed your hand.

Once the funeral was over everyone slowly began making their way out the cemetery, sending you sad smiles or pats on the shoulders as they walked past before you and Daryl said goodbye to Aaron, Michonne, Eugene, Rosita and Siddiq as they left for Alexandria.

You stood by the open gate, watching their horses disappear in the distance with Dog by your side while Daryl went to interrogate the girl. You wanted to help him, to try get information out of her, but Daryl wouldn't let you which was probably for the best because you might end up killing her before you got any information out of her.

"Hey, Y/N?" Yumiko's voice suddenly called as the front gates closed in front of you and you turned around to the find her and Magna walking towards you. You didn't really know much about their group, but they had your back the other day, so you liked them.

"I saw Jesus drop this when everything went down, you should probably have it." Magna said, pulling out your brothers sword and sheath from behind her back as she held it out towards you and you stared at the silver weapon in shock. You couldn't even remember Magna grabbing it, well you couldn't really remember much from that night, but you were glad she did.

"Thanks." Was the only word you could manage to say as you took your brothers sword, both the women patting you on the shoulder with sympathetic smiles before they walked off.

You stared at the sword for a few minutes, remembering how excited Paul had been when he told you over your walkies that him and Tara went on a supply run and found it in an old antiques store. He was so eager for you and Daryl to visit Hilltop again to show you the sword. 

You brushed your fingers over the shinny blade, Magna and Yumiko must have cleaned it because there wasn't any walker guts or anything smeared over it.

You connected the sheath to the left side of your belt since your machete was on your right as you stared at the long sword for a few more seconds before you slid it into the sheath. You didn't think you'd ever use the weapon, it just felt wrong. It was Paul's weapon, he should be using it, he should be holding it, but he wasn't.

Slowly you made you way around the side of Barrington house were the cemetery was and the double doors that lead down to the cell.

You could hear Daryl yelling at the girl inside as you sat down beside the small vent gaps that lead into the building where Henry's cell was. Your back was leaning against the brick wall as you listened to Daryl interrogate the girl, but he seemed to be finished and told Henry to shut up who must have done something to annoy him before the double doors opened and he walked out.

"Daryl." You called out and you hated how broken your voice sounded. You quickly stood up from against the wall as Daryl turned around in surprise to find you there before he pulled you into a hug. His hand resting on the back of your head as he held you against his chest.

Neither of you said anything for a while as Daryl held you before you pulled away and motioned towards the cell. Daryl told you what the girl had to say, how it was just her mother out there and she got separated from the group or something, but it was all bullshit and you both knew it.

For the rest of the day between you, Daryl, Enid and Tara you all took turns sitting by the small air vents to see what the girl would say to Henry and after the first few minutes you had already learnt her name was Lydia.

You and Daryl ended up taking the night shift and spent most the night sitting against the building with a blanket Enid had given the two of you. You told Daryl that you would take the first watch and he reluctantly agreed and eventually managed to fall asleep beside you, but when he woke up a few hours later and told you to get some sleep, you couldn't. You barely got any sleep last night and after burying your brother you just couldn't sleep, not until you got justice for Paul. 

-

It was early morning before Henry and Lydia started talking again while you Daryl sat against the brick wall as you listened to them talk.

"Why isn't he here with your mom?" Lydia asked after Henry began telling her about his second father, Ezekiel.

"They're the leaders of another community. Where I'm from." Henry answered and you were up on your feet before Daryl even had a chance to process what Henry had just blurted out to the girl. He was going to tell her about Kingdom, why would Henry tell her about his community? Her people killed your brother, her people tried to kill all of you, you couldn't trust her.

"Is it far? What's it called?" Lydia asked, keeping her tone gentle and curious, but you knew she was just trying to get as much information out of the naïve kid as she could.

"Stay here." Daryl muttered, standing up too and you nodded watching as he began to walk over to the doors that lead down into the cell.

"It's called the Kingdom. It's probably like a day's ride from here." Henry answered, but that was all he had time to say before Daryl was in there and must have pulled him out his cell because suddenly the two of them were walking back out the door as Daryl pulled Henry away from the building and you followed.

"What the hell's wrong with ya? Huh? Tellin' her 'bout the Kingdom? What if there's more of her people out there? Ya got family at the Kingdom." Daryl growled as Henry glanced over towards you before focusing back on Daryl. You hadn't seen or spoken to the boy since you first arrived at Hilltop with him, but by the sad glance he gave you, it was clear he knew that her people had killed your brother.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I didn't think that it would- Wait. You were listening?" Henry suddenly questioned, his brain only just clicking as he glanced back towards you in shock and you nodded.

"Yeah, of course we were. Daryl and I have been switching off to see what she'd say to you." You responded, speaking up for the first time as you walked over to the two of them.

"You were using me?"

"Yeah, 'n it was workin' too." Daryl muttered, staring at the boy who was shaking his head in disbelief.

"She's a good person who got messed up there and she's right about you, you know that? You're an asshole. You want answers, get them yourself." Henry responded, glaring at Daryl for a few seconds before he began to walk off.

"Henry." You called out, jogging over to the young boy who you called nephew and to your relief he stopped and turned around towards you. The anger in his face suddenly softening as he took in your expression. 

"Her group killed my brother... they murdered him right in front of me and I..." You trailed off, hating how weak your voice sounded, but before you could find the right words, Henry was walking back towards you and wrapped you up into a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry about Jesus." The boy whispered and you couldn't help the stray tear that fell down your cheek as you hugged him back.

"W-we have to find out if there are any more of her people out there. She's just a kid, I get that now, I didn't before and she might be innocent in all this, but her people aren't, don't forget that." You said, pulling away from him as you wiped the tear from your cheek and Henry nodded in understanding.

-

A few hours later Tara and the others came back after looking for Alden and Luke, but they didn't have the two men with them and explained that they found their horses stabbed to death and it was clear that the two of them had been taken.

You, Daryl and Tara talked for a while, trying to figure out what to do before Daryl said he was going to try talk to Lydia again and said something about trying a different approach, whatever that meant, so you ended up taking watch duty.

You didn't really know what else to do since Daryl wouldn't let you help him. He was still worried that you might lash out and kill the girl, but after listening to her and Henry talk throughout the night you were slowly getting the hint that she might be innocent in all this. But, you still needed to know more about her group because they had obviously taken Alden and Luke and you weren't going to let them kill anymore people you know and care about.

You weren't sure how long you were standing on guard duty for. Enid had come up and stood with you for a while and it was clear that she was worried about Alden.

You didn't bother trying to lie to the young woman about Alden and Luke being okay, she wasn't a child and you didn't want to lie to her. Enid was like a little sister to you, had been since you both lived in Alexandria and she could probably tell when you were lying anyway. So, you just promised her that you were going to do everything you could to get him back and she knew you would keep your promise before she called it a night and went back into Barrington House to her room while you stayed on watch duty.

You were on watch for another 10 or minutes before you saw Daryl storming out the prison cells and heading towards Barrington House before Henry stopped him and you knew whatever they were talking about was serious by Daryl's rigid posture. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but then Henry pointed towards the watch platform where you were standing and Daryl began heading your way.

"How'd it go?" You asked quietly, knowing that others around the community would be trying to sleep as you leant your forearms against the fence as Daryl climbed the ladder and joined you.

"Dunno, she definitely has a group 'n I think her mother leads 'em..." Daryl trailed off as he stared out at the stars and you knew something was wrong.

"What is it?" You asked, glancing over at him worriedly noticing he was biting his thumb anxiously.

"Her mother beats her. She thinks it's a good thing, that she deserves it... Henry still thinks she can be saved, but-" He began to say before you cut him off.

"You think she's too far gone?" You asked, but Daryl just shrugged his shoulders and you sighed. You knew this would be bringing up his childhood memories of his father, memories that he had spent years trying to forget, but the scars over his back were permanent reminders of those days.

"She's a victim in all this... her mother runs the group, Lydia is just a victim." You whispered shaking your head at yourself. You had wanted to kill the kid the second Daryl had bought her into the community, if you'd had it your way the girl would be dead, but this wasn't her fault, she was just a victim stuck in this life. "I'll talk to her in the morning, it might be easier for her to talk to a girl."

"Ya ain't gonna kill her?" Daryl asked, and you shook your head.

"She's just a kid who's being abused. None of this is her fault." You replied and Daryl nodded, wrapping his arm over your shoulders and holding you close as the two of you stared up at the stars. 

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NEXT CHAPTER

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A/N- Link to Masterlist in bio. I will reblog with my Daryl Dixon tag list, if you want to be added to the list, just comment below. 

I will never get over Jesus’ death. No matter how much times passes, I will never get over it. Paul Rovia deserved better, just like Shane Walsh did, just like Merle Dixon did, just like so many other characters did. But, don't worry we will get justice for Jesus in this fic, but until then it’s gonna be very angsty.

Anyway, I will hopefully post the chapter on Monday or Tuesday, but until then stay safe everyone and have a great day xx

#Daryl Dixon #Daryl Dixon x Reader #The Walking Dead #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead imagine #twd #Norman Reedus #paul jesus rovia #paul rovia #tom payne

[twdmusicboxmystery]

TWD 10x12: Walk With Us - First Thougths

How did everyone like the episode? I thought it was great. Some kinda shocking stuff happened here. And as always, it was accompanied by lots of great symbolism. Let’s dive in!  

***As always, spoilers abound for 10x12 below. Don’t read until you’ve watched! You’ve been warned!***

This definitely—again—feels like a replay of S4. There’s a part right near the start where Negan is walking around the ruins of Hilltop and finds someone who is still alive but suffering terribly and kills them. It’s sort of a mercy kill but it’s a strong parallel to Michonne walking around after the prison fell and finding Hershel’s head.

Then, of course, they end up in groups. The Alden/Kelly/Gamma group, trying to keep Adam from crying, reminded me a lot of Tyreese, Lizzie, and Mica, trying to keep baby Judith quiet in 4b.

There were like 16 Beth proxies in this episode. I won’t go into the details of all of them until tomorrow, but it felt like everywhere I looked there was something that jumped out at me. Magna was one. Obviously Connie. (She wasn’t in this episode but Magna talked about how she actually lost her IN the walker horde. So even more like Beth.) Ezekiel was kind of one. Gamma was too. (They kind of did a Beth’s sunshine filtering through the trees with soft music playing thing with her before Beta killed her.)

Earl. Yeah, we gotta talk about Earl. This is one of those things that the spoilers definitely didn’t do justice to. So, there were diamonds on the window of the cabin he took the kids to. (Beth = Queen of Diamonds. X)

But the spoilers said he’d been bitten, right? Guess where? On the forearm, exactly where Beth’s cast was (except the opposite arm, I believe). He puts the spike through the table, intending to try and put it through his eye. He’s obviously trying to make sure it hits his brain so he doesn’t reanimate and eat the kids. But it doesn’t work. He kind of misses.

But because he was going for the eye, he kind of a Sirius (or almost Sirius) reference. When Judith goes in again, the spike seems to have scraped across his forehead when he tried to kill himself. So, he has a forehead wound exactly opposite of where Beth’s was. And of course the cabin can’t help but remind us of the moonshine shack. This was most definitely a Beth parallel.

Let’s talk about Ezekiel. His death fake out really didn’t come here. I thought it might, but I think they found him too quickly. But I do think this was a major foreshadow of his coming death fake out. (Honestly guys, I don’t think we’ll see his fake out until either the very end of this season, or possibly not until S11. Just FYI. I’m not looking for it in the next episode or two.)

BUT.

When Judith told Earl about getting separated from Zeke, she said there was tons of smoke and then, “he was just gone.” Yeah, remember Beth’s “just gone” line? 

Yeah, major clue that he’s going to get a death fake out. Probably many of the characters will assume he’s dead, but especially Carol. Plus, when Daryl and Jerry found him, he was trapped under what looked like a piece of metal roofing. Makes me think this was part of the Hole in the Roof Theory. Him being left behind at Hilltop also reminded me of Glenn being left behind at the prison in 4b. I always saw that as a foreshadow of Beth being left behind in Atlanta. And here, Zeke was left behind at Hilltop, where people believed he’d gotten out. See the pattern? So they’re definitely setting up Zeke’s death fake out here.

I thought it was interesting that we didn’t actually don’t find out Aaron and Luke’s fates. We only see them in that brief scene with Negan, so they’re still in the wind. Did you notice Luke’s forehead wound? We didn’t see how he got that, so I’m assuming they’ll go back and show us at some point. Lydia is also still out on her own in the woods. As is Beta, of course.

And of course we have to mention the death of Alpha. Now, I’m not usually a big fan of killing the main villain so early in the season. I’ve seen other shows do it. Some do it well and get away with it. Others, not so much. But the main reason I don’t like it is that it usually means a misdirection. Like, the reason they kill the villain so early is because there’s actually another, BIGGER villain behind the scenes that the audience didn’t know about until now. I don’t like it because it changes the entire mood and ambiance of the season, and the thing that you’re invested in as a viewer goes out the window in lieu of something else that kind of blind sides you.

However, I don’t think that’s what TWD is doing. I talked last week about how they made this battle REALLY epic. Well, this is why. Because this is essentially the end of the Whisper War. Yes, there will still be some lose ends to tie up, such as Beta. But with Alpha dead, the biggest hurdle has been passed.

And I REALLY don’t mind this because it means they have to fill four more episodes in the seasons with…something. We already have an idea of what it will be. Next week will be Michonne and then we’ll see Zeke and Eugene go to the hospital. But my point is that they purposely ended the Whisper War here because they want to include some other story line before the season ends. And we’re really thinking it will be the one that leads to Beth.

Okay, I’ll stop there. Details tomorrow. Were you shocked by Alpha’s demise?

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[3than1no]

I love your writing! Could I get number 43 with Alden from TWD? Maybe a little alcohol is involved and she’s had feelings for him but thinks he doesn’t feel the same? Thank youuuu 💕

A/N: I’ve never written Alden before but I hope this is to your liking! He’s such a cutie. Enjoy x

Prompt: “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

A warm feeling spread through your stomach as you watched Alden on the other side of the couch you were sitting on. A bottle of beer in his hand and a relaxed look on his face as he stretched out. His feet coming to rest on your lap, a cheeky smile on his face as you rolled your eyes at him. 

You couldn’t remember when you realized you were completely head over heels for your best friend. It was very likely that you had felt like this the moment you had met him, all those years ago. Of course he had no idea and you were going to keep it that way, especially as you knew he didn’t feel the same way. Your friendship meant to much to you to ruin over this. You took a large gulp of your own beer, it always made you feel nervous whenever you thought about your feelings for Alden.

Feeling a gaze on you, you looked up to find Alden staring at you with a lazy smile on his face. You could tell he was starting to feel the buzz of the alcohol, you weren’t too far off either. The lightheaded and weightless feeling starting to surface. 

“What?” You asked, slightly embarrassed at his gaze on you. “Why are you staring at me?” 

Alden shrugged at this, tilting his head to the side. His soft gaze made your stomach flip. 

“You’re really beautiful.” He murmured, keeping his eyes on you. “Just admiring that beauty.” 

You looked at Alden like he had grown another head. A blush working it’s way to her cheeks.

“You don’t mean that.” You brushed off his comment, taking another long gulp of your drink. 

Alden scoffed at your words, moving his feet off you so he could sit up moving closer to you as he did so. You were startled by his sudden movement and stared at him.

“Of course I mean that.” He said softly, taking your free hand in his. “Thought that since the second I first laid my eyes on you.” 

“Alden…” You whispered, holding onto his hand tightly. Hope bubbled up inside of you, your heart hammering in your chest.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you that for a long time.” He told you, his gaze full of nothing but love. “I’m sorry if I’m overstepping the line but I just need you to know. I am very much in love with you, have been for a good while now.”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.” You spoke softly. “How much I have wanted you since I’ve known you.”

His eyes shined at your words, a smile breaking out over his face. 

“Really?” His tone full of genuine hope. 

You nodded and laughed when he rushed forward to place his hands on your cheeks. Running his thumbs over the soft skin as he moved closer to you. His head tilted as he pressed a kiss onto your lips. 

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[sourwolf-sterek32]

THIS MEANS WAR (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary: It’s been nearly two years since the war with the Saviours ended. You and Daryl now ran the Sanctuary together and for once life was starting to look good. However, little did you know, your whole world was going to come crashing down around you very soon and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Jesus’ Twin Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Blood, guts, language (just usual twd warnings) 

Chapter 12-

You barley got any sleep again, but that didn't matter because the second the sky slowly started getting lighter you were up. Daryl was still fast asleep with Dog lying next to him, but to your relief Dog just watched you as you quietly made your way out the hayloft above the barn before making your way towards the cell.

What you did not expect was to find Henry lying on the ground beside Lydia, the two of them holding hands between the bars until they heard you and quickly sat up and let go of each other.

Neither of them spoke as they stared at you and Lydia must have remember you from earlier as her eyes flashed down at the handgun and machete strapped to your belt. You adjusted the strap of your bow on your shoulder and sighed.

"I'm not here to kill you, kid. I just want to talk." You said, keeping your tone gentle as you walked towards the cell and took a seat on the old wooden chair while Henry watched you curiously from where he sat against the wall beside Lydia. 

"I know about your mother and what she does to you. I've had my fair share of parents who abuse their kids.... My real parents died when I was a lot younger than you, my brother and I lived in an orphanage, do you know what an orphanage is?" You asked and the girl nodded as she listened to you speak.

"Sometimes good families would come in looking for a son or daughter to adopt, but it wasn't always good families. Some people just aren't meant to be parents and I found one of them. I would've been a bit younger than you and my foster father began hitting me. He'd make me believe that I deserved it, that I did something wrong and the only way to fix it was for him to physically hurt me. If I laughed I got hit, if I made too much noise I got hit, if I did anything that pissed him off I got hit. Hell, some days if I breathed I got hit. But at the time, he drilled it into me that I deserved it, that I should be grateful to have someone like him because there were people out there who'd do worse things to little girls, so I believed him." You began to explain before Henry spoke up.

"How'd you get out of it?" The boy asked and if you were being honest you forgot he was listening, but Lydia seemed to be listening curiously as well.

"One day it got really bad and he nearly killed me, threw a knife at me and everything. I ran away, found a payphone called my brother who was still at the orphanage and he told the people who ran the orphanage what happened and they came and got me. The man was sent to jail for attempted murder, but the funny thing was I still believed I deserved it, but my brother made me see the truth, he made me realise that it was wrong... my brother was good like that." You said sadly, looking away from the two kids as you stared at the ground.

"The world's changed, it's not how it used to be, it's different." Lydia tried to argue, but you shook your head.

"The world has changed, but beating and hurting people is not okay, especially not a kid like you. It was never okay in the old world and it definitely isn't okay in this world either. Parents should love their children, they should be hugging and supporting their kids, not beating them. Physical abuse is not love, it's not even close. Lydia, what your mother does to you, it's not love." You continued to say, but Lydia shook her head.

"It's how my mother shows love, it's how she's always shown love." She argued.

"Then your mother doesn't know what love is. You don't deserve what she does to you, but you'll be safe here, okay? Daryl and I won't let anyone hurt you, but we need to know if your mother is going to come looking for you." You said and Lydia nodded slowly as she tried to process what you just said.

"My mums not coming for me. None of them are. If someone dies or gets taken or whatever, they move on. Like they never existed, that's how it's always been. They don't come into contact with big groups unless they don't have another choice. That's why I was trying to find out everything I could about you, so when I escaped, I'd have something to give them. A reason for them to take me back." Lydia explained, surprising you slightly that she said so much before the door leading outside opened and a few seconds later Daryl walked in with a tray of food and froze for a second when he saw you and Henry sitting by Lydia.

"You're her daughter. Does that not matter?" Henry asked in disbelief and Lydia lowered her head as she stared at the ground and you had a feeling she was slowly understanding that what you had told her earlier was true.

"What about our missing people?" You asked, trying to change the swing of the conversation as Daryl placed the tray on the table behind you and leant against the table.

"If my mum found them, I can't think of a reason she'd keep them alive. Sorry." Lydia replied and you could hear the honestly in her voice as she spoke and you were glad that the kid was starting to trust you, but that meant Alden and Luke were probably dead. First your brother and now those two, you were going to kill her mother if it's the last thing you ever do. 

"She got a camp somewhere?" Daryl asked, realising that you were too caught up in your own thoughts to think of the next thing to ask because of course that was the right question, if you knew where her group was then you might be able to go find them.

"Near the guard bridge. Maybe a mile easy. But we don't- they don't stay in one place for long." Lydia answered and that was all you needed to hear before you stood up.

"Thank you for being honest and I meant what I said earlier, I won't let anyone hurt you, okay?" You said and Lydia nodded as she stared at you before you turned back towards Daryl and Henry, "I'm gonna go find Tara, I'll be back soon." You informed and Daryl nodded before you walked out the room.

You spotted Tara and Yumiko standing on the watch platform by the gate and began making your way towards it before the gate began to open. You glanced out the gate spotting Connie and Kelly -you think their names were- and a few guards from Hilltop walking, but that wasn't what caught your attention. What caught your attention was the group of walkers in the distance marching towards the community. Shit, they weren't walkers. They were the Whisperers.

"Tara! They're here!" You yelled, not even bothering to look over at the woman on the watch platform to see if she had heard you or not before you sprinted out the front gate and ran towards the Hilltop guards.

"Get her inside now! I got her sister." You instructed, sprinted past the two guards who quickly grabbed Kelly before she could run after her sister and pulled her through the gate as you reached Connie’s side.

"They're here, we need to hide." You said, grabbing the women's arm as she stared you in confusion before she began to gesture to her ears and shook her head. Oh shit, she was deaf. Okay, come on Y/N, you knew a little bit of sign language, you did a course on it years ago.

You quickly pointed towards the not-walkers and then pointed towards the tall corn field because you did not have time to try think of the sign that what you wanted to say. To your relief Connie seemed to understand what you were talking about as the two of you ran into the field to hide.

You quickly ran to the edge of the field, Connie right beside you as you watched the group marched towards the community. There were only about 14 of them, but there was one person who wasn't wearing a mask and you knew that must be the leader, Lydia's mother. Her head was shaven bald and you didn't miss the sawn off shotgun strapped to her belt behind her back.

"I am Alpha. And I only want one thing from you; my daughter." The leader -Alpha- shouted and you realised she was looking towards the watch platform where you could see Tara, Yumiko, Daryl, Magna and Kelly all standing and watching. Shit, this was not going to end well.

"Our community is more than capable of defending itself!" Tara warned and you quickly tried to sign what they were saying so Connie knew what was going on. You were pretty sure you were getting some of it mixed up, but she seemed to be able to fill in the gaps and was glad you were doing it.

"I show you my face because we mean you no harm. I just want my daughter. I know you have her." Alpha responded, you kept your eyes on the bald woman as you signed it to Connie. You did not trust that Alpha woman, especially not after what Lydia had told you.

"Ya should turn around. Leave now 'n no one gets hurt." Daryl yelled and you watched in confusion as Alpha raised her hand towards the sky.

"Wrong answer." She stated and suddenly more of her group began to walk out from the woods and behind the crops towards the community. They all spread out in front of Hilltop, some staying back while others joined the first group, but there was no mistaking how many there was and you were willing to bet there was more hidden somewhere else.

"Did you kill our friends? We found their horses." Magna spoke up for the first time as you slung your bow off your shoulder and knocked an arrow on the string. There were a lot of them now and if they tried something you weren't going to hesitate to kill them, they killed your brother, they're lucky they're still breathing.

"No. Which one of you leads these people?" Alpha questioned and that was enough to set you over the edge. Her people killed the leader of Hilltop!

Connie must have sensed what you wanted to do because before you even began to pull the string of your bow back, her hand suddenly grabbed your arm and you turned towards her in confusion. She pointed towards the group and began to sign Alden and Luke's name and you sighed. Shit she was right, they might have Alden and Luke and if you killed her or any of her people then she would definitely kill them if she hadn't already. Shit.

"What the hell does it matter?" Daryl snapped, glaring at the woman.

"Then I'll just address all of you. Your people crossed into our land. There will be no conflict. Your people killed our people. There will be no conflict. I'm done talking. Bring me my daughter or there will be conflict." Alpha threatened and you shook your head. No way are you sending that little girl back to her, not after everything and you knew Daryl wouldn't either.

You watched as Daryl began to walk off from the watch platform, the others quickly going after him and you knew whatever Daryl was going to do would be a bad idea, but there was nothing you could do while hiding in the field with Connie.

Suddenly, the front gates to Hilltop opened and you watched in shock as Daryl began to walk towards the group who were on the other side of the small fence that protected the front gardens from Hilltop. What the hell was Daryl doing? He didn't even have his crossbow and that bitch had a fucking shotgun behind her.

Daryl stopped in front of the second wooden gate as he stood face to face with Alpha and began talking, but you couldn't hear what they were saying as you watched nervously. You quickly drew your bow, aiming your sights at the back of Alpha's head because like hell you were letting Daryl that close without backup.

Connie quickly grabbed your arm again, but you shook your head to try tell her that you weren't going to shoot unless she made the first move, when suddenly a baby crying filled the air. What the hell? Hilltop had a couple of babies, but they were inside the community.

You quickly glanced in the direction of the noise, not wanting to look away from Daryl but needing to know where the baby was. You spotted one of the Whisperers holding a baby to her chest with a body sling and you frowned in confusion. They bought a baby out here? These people were more messed up than you gave them credit for.

You were so focused on the baby and trying to keep your eyes on Daryl and Alpha that you didn't even realise three more masked people walked towards Hilltop, until one of them pulled the masks off the two others exposing Alden and Luke, both with their mouths gaged. And to make matters worse actual walkers began to make their way from the woods towards the community, either from all the talking or the baby still crying or both, you had no idea, but you didn't care.

You watched as Daryl walked back off into the community and you sighed with relief turning your attention back to the group of the Whisperers that began heading towards the walkers, no doubt to try lead them away like how they were leading that herd of walkers in the cemetery that night, but with the crying baby it wasn't working.

You could see Luke talking to Connie with his hands behind his back and you managed to pick up the word 'baby' amongst all of it and mentally cursed yourself for not telling her about that, but your thoughts were quickly taken away when the Whisperer holding the baby took the baby sling off and the crying baby on the ground. No, she wasn't going to leave that baby on the ground was she? She couldn't let her baby get eaten by walkers.

You watched for a few seconds as the Whisperer began walking away from the crying baby on the ground. Suddenly, a group of Hilltop people on the other watch platform began banging on the tin fence, trying to draw the walkers away from the baby but it wasn't working. Fuck. You couldn't let the baby get eaten, it wasn't the babies fault that it was born into this crazy group. God damnit.

You quickly pointed towards the baby on the ground and Connie followed to where you were pointing and quickly nodded in silent agreement as you both sprinted out from the field. You quickly drew your bow, firing an arrow at the walker closest to the baby and Connie did the same with her slingshot and took down the other walker.

You threw your bow over your shoulder and continued running towards the baby on the ground, not even caring about Alpha or her people as Connie ran beside you and kicked a walker away from you as you grabbed the baby from the ground.

Connie took down another walker with her sling shot before the two of you quickly ran back into the field. You tried to calm the baby down as you threw the makeshift baby sling over your head as you held the crying baby to your chest with one hand and pulled your machete out with the other.

The two of you quickly ran through the field side by side, not wanting to lose each other as Connie took down most the walkers you came across, not wanting the baby to get hurt.

Suddenly, a walker grabbed Connie's shoulder from behind, but you quickly took it down as she gave you a grateful nod before another walker appeared right in front of you. Neither of you had a chance to do anything before Daryl appeared out of nowhere and stabbed the walker and you sighed with relief.

"Ya good?" He quickly asked, glancing down at the baby in your arm and looking over at Connie before focusing back on you and you quickly nodded. "C'mon, let's go." He said and you holstered your machete and grabbed Connie's free hand as you both began following Daryl back to the community.

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Daryl and Tara explained what was happening and how they were going to trade Lydia for Alden and Luke. You hated the idea, you didn't want to send that girl back to her abusive mother, but Alden and Luke were part of your group and you had to get them back. It was the only option, you knew that, but that still didn't make it any easier.

"Lydia." You called out, stopping her and Daryl as they began walking towards the front gate to make the trade. You were still holding the baby with the baby sling to your chest as you walked over to them. "You're a good kid and you deserve better than this, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." Lydia replied softly, but you shook your head as you pulled out a small pink pocket knife from your pocket.

"My brother gave this to me when I was about your age, said young women needed to be able to protect themselves if they ever had to. I want you to take it." You said as you handed it to her. She stared at the pocket knife in her hand for a few seconds before she looked back over at you with a hint of a smile on her lips.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry about your brother." She whispered and you nodded watching as she tucked the knife into her pocket before Daryl grabbed her arm gently and began leading her towards the front gate.

You, Enid, Yumiko, Magna, Connie, Kelly and Henry  followed them, but stood by the open gate as you watched the two of them walk towards Alpha.

You couldn't hear what they were saying, but sudden relief washed over you once Alpha released Alden and Luke and they quickly walked towards the group of you by the gate. Enid immediately hugged her boyfriend as Yumiko and Magna hugged Luke, but you were more focused on Alpha as Lydia walked towards her and you watched in shock as Alpha slapped Lydia across the face. Your hand immediately reached for your handgun on your hip, but Tara quickly grabbed your arm to stop you and you watched as the group of them began to walk away.

Daryl walked back towards you with an unreadable expression, but you knew him. You knew he absolutely hated what he had to do. He noticed Tara was holding your arm away from your gun still and he nodded towards Tara before he grabbed your hand. 

"Ain't nothin' we can do 'bout it." He whispered and you nodded ever so slightly before looking down at the baby boy in the sling around your neck.

Once you were back inside the community Tammy Rose and Enid helped you check on the baby to make sure he was okay and healthy, so you went to the infirmary and Daryl followed as they checked on the baby and to your relief he seemed to be perfectly fine.

You weren't really sure what to do with the baby, it wasn't like you had a orphanage for him, but after growing up in an orphanage you wouldn't want to put him through that. Tammy Rose had asked if you were okay with the baby, but before you could respond Daryl had said yes and that was that. You knew Daryl wanted a kid, you had talked about it many times over the years, but you couldn't have them and he knew that and he never got angry or anything at you for it, but now you did have a kid, well not a kid, he was a baby, you had a baby. How was that even possible? You were probably the least qualified person in the community for the job, but everyone had encouraged the idea and you had to admit, you were already in love with the little boy.

Daryl helped you feed him from a bottle with formula since you had both helped raise Judith, you knew he gist of looking after a baby. One of the other women in Hilltop who had a baby had given you a few clothes and baby gear that she didn't need anymore and you were grateful for that and now had the baby boy in a blue one piece jumpsuit.

That night you and Daryl were back upstairs above the barn and Daryl had set up a spare baby cot beside the blankets on the ground where you two sleep. Dog was lying on the ground beside the cot almost protectively while you tried rocking the baby boy in your arms to get him sleep with no luck.

"We had to give Lydia back, right? We had to do it, she isn't ours 'n they would 've killed Alden 'n Luke, but did we do the right thing?" Daryl asked softly, breaking the silence as you rocked the baby boy in your arms and looked over at Daryl who lowered his head and rubbed his face with hands, really struggling with giving Lydia back to Alpha.

"It doesn't feel like it, but we had to put our people first, even if it hurts. It's what Rick and Paul would have done if they were here." You answered giving Daryl a sad smile and he nodded as he leant over and wrapped his arm over your shoulder and kissed the side of your head.

Daryl gently took the baby from your lap and began bouncing him on his knee and you couldn't stop the small smile spreading across your face as you watched Daryl with the baby boy. He was good with kids, he was good with Judith when she was a baby and you knew he secretly wanted a baby of his own, but you could never give him that, no matter how much you wanted to... But, now it looks like were finally about to do it.

"Umm Daryl? Y/N? I found this in Henrys room." A young girl's voice said and you quickly looked over at the stairs to find one of the Hilltop teenagers -Addy, you thought her name was- standing by the top of the stairs holding a small piece of paper and you could already guess what was written there as you grabbed it. 

"Shit." Daryl muttered under his breath as he took the paper from your hands and shoved it in his pocket and handed the baby back to you. "We gotta tell Tara, I'll track him."

"I'm coming with you." You responded, standing up as you cradled the baby to your chest who had finally fallen asleep.

"Nah, you've been through enough. Stay here 'n rest." Daryl instructed, but you shook your head. Like hell you were stay back while Henry was out there and you sure as hell weren't going to let Daryl go alone.

"We both promised Carol that we'd keep an eye on Henry. I need to do something, I can't just keep sitting around in this community, in Paul's community." You said and Daryl sighed, but nodded as the two of you walked down the stairs.

You spotted Connie sitting at one of the picnic benches outside Barrington house and pointed towards her and Daryl nodded, seeming to understand what you were saying as he walked off to Barrington house to tell Tara while you walked over to Connie.

She gave you a friendly wave once she spotted you and you smiled softly at the other woman before you showed her the letter Henry wrote and her eyes went wide in shock.

"Daryl and I are going after him." You said while trying to sign it to her, but it was a little hard with the baby in your arms, but luckily she seemed to be able to lip read. "Can you look after the baby until we come back?" You asked and Connie smiled with a nod.

'Of course.' She signed as she held her hands out and you carefully handed her the baby boy as she cradled him to her chest and began to rock his sleeping body slowly.

"Thank you." You signed and said before you spotted Daryl walking out Barrington House with Dog beside him and you jogged over to him as the two of you headed out to find Henry.

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NEXT CHAPTER

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A/N- Link to Masterlist in bio. I will reblog with my Daryl Dixon Tag List, if you want to be added to the list, just comment below. 

I couldn't keep Y/N wanting to kill Lydia, I love Lydia although I will admit I was really suspicious of her at the start, but I love her and yes Connie doesn't go with Daryl and Dog, from this point on there’ll be a lot of cannon divergence in this fic, I hope you guys like it. 

Anyway, the next chapter will be up on the weekend, but until then stay safe everyone and have a great day xx

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THIS MEANS WAR (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary: It’s been nearly two years since the war with the Saviours ended. You and Daryl now ran the Sanctuary together and for once life was starting to look good. However, little did you know, your whole world was going to come crashing down around you very soon and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Jesus’ Twin Sister!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Blood, guts, language (just usual twd warnings) violence

Chapter 7-

You hadn't cried since Paul broke the news to you. You didn't have the right to cry about it, Rick had died and you weren't even there to help him. Rick had died and you weren't there for Daryl. The three of you had been through hell and back together. You always had each others backs right from the start, against walkers, the inmates at the prison, the Governor, the Claimers, the cannibals at Terminus, the Wolves, the Saviours; you always had each others backs and the one time you weren't there to help, Rick died and Daryl left because of it.

You wanted to be angry at, Daryl. You wanted to be furious at him for leaving after something like this happened, for not even saying goodbye or telling you where he was going. You wanted to hate him, but you couldn't. You could never hate, Daryl.

You understood that he just lost his brother, but you had all lost Rick. Rick was your best friend, you had been together since the very start and now he was gone. Rick was gone and you were still here, how? If anyone was going to survive in this world it would be Rick Grimes, not you. 

"Y/N, we've been over this. You aren't going out there to look for them until your leg has healed up properly. You're still limping." Paul suddenly said as you finished securing your compound bow to the front of your quadbike and glanced over your shoulder to find him walking down the steps of his trailer towards you. 

He was still fast asleep when you quietly exited his trailer earlier, but clearly not anymore. He was still in his tracksuit pants and tank top, his hair scruffy and all over the place and you knew he had literally just woken up.

The sun was just starting to rise over the walls of Hilltop and you were shocked that your brother was actually awake, he had never been a morning person. Before the world ended he was one of those people who needed his full 10 hours of sleep and then another half an hour in the mornings to have his coffee and breakfast before he was even approachable. Although, now he wasn't nearly as bad, he still wasn't one to wake up early.

"It's been nearly two months. I can't just sit around inside these walls while Daryl is out there somewhere and nobody's found Rick's body, I have to look." You argued, turning back towards your quad bike about to climb on when suddenly a pair of hands grabbed your shoulders, stopping you.

"I know. Y/N, I know. But, Rick wouldn't want you out there risking your life when you're still healing. Daryl wouldn't either." Paul tried to say, but you shook your head as you turned around towards him.

"Then why isn't Daryl here? Rick's dead and Daryl just..." You trailed off as you felt tears beginning to rise in your eyes, but you forced them back down. Paul's expression quickly turning from worried to sympathetic as he stared at you. 

"Rick saved me right at the start. When I was heading to Atlanta to try and find you. He saved my life and I couldn't save him." You whispered, looking down at your feet as you felt Paul squeeze your shoulder gently.

"How can I help? Please Y/N, let me help you." Paul begged as he looked at you hopelessly, not knowing what to do, but you just shook your head.

"You can't." You replied, shrugging his hand off your shoulder as you climbed onto the quad and started the bike up. "I'll be back before dark. Don't try and stop me."

"Y/N, please-" Paul began to say, but you shook your head as you put the bike into gear and rode off towards the gates, leaving your brother standing by his trailer as he watched your ride out the gate.

Hours, upon hours, upon hours of walking and riding through the woods, but not even a single sign of Daryl or Rick's body. All their tracks would be long gone, so it was basically trying to find a needle in a haystack, but like hell you were going to just give up. If you didn't find them today, then you would try again tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that, until you found them.

By the time you rode back through Hilltops gates, the sun was starting to set in the distance. You could see Maggie and Paul standing on the balcony of Barrington House, baby Hershel in her arms as they spoke. They both gave you a friendly wave from where they were standing as you nodded towards them before parking your bike beside Paul's trailer.

Before you even had a chance to open the door to his trailer for a much needed shower, Tara's voice suddenly filled the air as she called out to you. 

You quickly stopped and turned around to the find the other woman jogging towards you, a bright smile on her face and you found yourself smiling back at her. It feels like forever since you last smiled or even last spoke to Tara.

"Jesus said you went out today, I'm guessing you didn't find anything?" She asked, although it seemed like she already knew the answer as you shook your head. "Look, you're one of my best friends and I know how much Rick meant to you and with Daryl on hiatus, I get that you're hurting. But, you have friends here who care about you; me, Maggie, Enid, Alden, even Hershel is missing you. You don't have to shut us out, alright?" Tara said, taking another step towards you as you dropped your head, not wanting her to see the tears in your eyes.

You knew they all cared about you. Hell, every time Enid dropped by to check out your bullet wound or the cut on your head that had finally healed but left a nasty scar across your forehead, she would always stay after she was finished and tried getting you to talk or do something with her.

"I know. It's just..." You trailed off, not knowing how to express what you wre trying to say when suddenly Tara pulled your into a hug.

"It's okay, I get it. Just don't push us away." She whispered as she hugged you tightly before pulling away, her hands still on your shoulders as she stared at you and you nodded. "Good, now go have a shower, you're covered in dirt and walker guts." She commented causing you to chuckled slightly.

"I will. Thank you, Tara." You replied giving the woman a small smile before you walked into Paul's trailer.

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As the weeks turned into months and eventually a year, things began settling down. The pain from losing Rick was still there and you doubted it would ever disappear, but you were slowly getting used to it. Not a day goes by where you don't think about him or Daryl.

Tara had now moved to Hilltop for good, telling you that Michonne had practically isolated Alexandria from the world and that she had a baby boy now too, so that was a shock and made you sad all over again when you realised that Rick had a baby boy that he never got to meet. But, she also mentioned that Daryl was at Alexandria a few times while she was there, so you knew he was still alive. Although, you weren't sure if that made you relieved or mad that he visited the people at Alexandria, but not his own wife.

You continued going out to look for Rick, although now that your bullet wound had healed you usually walked, wanting to save fuel on your quad bike. Sometimes Paul would join you in searching, the two of you just walking through the woods and around the bridge trying to find any sign of Rick. Paul usually talked most the time, bringing up memories from before and when you were kids and you knew he did that try make you smile and to stop you from worrying too much about Daryl.

Today it was just you out searching. Paul was busy helping Maggie with something and you knew he had a children's class later this afternoon where he taught martial arts and self-defence to the kids at Hilltop.

You had your compound bow slung over your shoulder, your machete in your hands ready as you walked through the woods. Without Paul it was quiet and you found yourself missing your twins company, but you knew he couldn't be with you every day. He had duties at Hilltop and people counting on him, he couldn't come out searching everyday even though if it was up to him he probably would.

You had only been wandering through the woods for about an hour when you came across a set of tracks that looked awfully similar to the tread marks of Daryl's motorcycle and you froze.

"Holy shit." You gasped as you knelt down beside the tyre mark, brushing your fingers over the dirt. It's been over a year now and this was the first indication you had found that Daryl was around here, that he had been here. Daryl had been right here a few hours ago, he had been right here. 

Without a second of hesitation you quickly stood back up and began following the tracks, you didn't want to get your hopes up. For all you knew it could be a complete stranger with a similar motorcycle, but it could be Daryl and that was all that mattered as you ran through the woods, following the tracks.

You ran until your lungs burned. Until your breathing was quick, short gasps desperately trying to get oxygen in your body and then you kept running for a few more minutes before you had to stop. Your vision blurring for a second as you tried focusing on taking deep breaths, your hand resting on the nearest tree to keep your up right. 

You could feel sweat dripping down your forehead and you knee was really starting to ache. This was the first time you've run this far since you got shot and it seemed your bullet wound above your knee didn't agree with it.

You barely had a minute to catch your breath before you felt a single raindrop hit your nose, followed by another and within a split second the few spits of rain turned into a downfall.

"Shit." You cursed under your breath as you quickly took off running again, following the tyre tracks, knowing that you only had about half an hour before the tracks would get washed away. But, as the rain began getting heavier the tracks barely lasted another five minutes before it all turned into mud and once distinct tyre marks completely vanished.

"No." You gasped as you stopped running, resting your hands over your knees as you tried to catch your breath as you stared at the now muddy forest floor below you. Any sign of Daryl being here, now completely gone. No, this couldn't be the end. You had finally found something, it couldn't just end like this.

"Daryl?!" You yelled, scanning your surroundings around you as the rain continued to fall, your clothes and hair absolutely drenched, but that was the last thing on your mind right now. 

"Daryl?!" You continued to shout, not caring that you might attract walkers as you walked aimlessly around the woods, your eyes constantly searching your surroundings trying to fid any sign of your husband.

Suddenly, your leg slipped from underneath a tree root and you barley had any time to brace yourself as you body hit the ground, the back of your head slamming against a rock as sudden pain exploded through your head.

The world began to spin around you as you laid on your back, the rain pouring down on top of you and for a moment you thought you were gonna pass out when suddenly a dogs bark filled the air followed by the roar of a motorcycle and the last thing you saw was a figure running towards you through the thick rainfall before everything turned black.

-

"Ya with me? Y/N?" A rough southern voice shouted as you felt someone press their fingers against your neck. "C'mon, girl. I need ya to wake up." The person repeated and it took you a few seconds to realise that the voice belonged to Daryl. Daryl was here. He was alive. You had found him.

"Y/N? Please, baby, I can't get ya outta here if ya don't wake up." Daryl pleated and that was all it took as you forced your eyes open. Everything was blurry at first until your eyes settled on familiar crystal blue ones and you sighed with relief.

"D-Daryl?" You tried to ask, your voice coming out rough and croaky as you stared up at him, his body leaning over you, blocking your body from the rain as a dog bark filled the air. You glanced to your left, the movement sending a shockwave of pain through your head, but you saw it. A dog. There was a dog standing behind Daryl. How hard did you hit your head?

"I'm here baby. M'sorry, I'm so sorry." Daryl whispered and you weren't sure if the water falling down his cheeks was from the rain or his tears, but you didn't get any time to think about it before Daryl started pulling off his green poncho, revealing his usual leather vest and black buttoned up shirt underneath.

"Here." Daryl mumbled, helping you sit up as he quickly pulled the poncho over your body and you didn't realise your body was shaking until Daryl grabbed your shoulders forcing you to look at him. "I need to get ya outta the rain. Can ya sit on the back of my bike or are ya gonna pass out on me?" He asked worriedly as he turned your head slightly to look at the cut on the back of your head that you were pretty sure was bleeding, but you honestly had no idea.

"I'm fine." You said, your voice shaky and by the expression on Daryl's face he clearly didn't believe you. "Help me up." You instructed which seemed to get Daryl moving as he stood up and helped you to your feet.

The next few minutes went by in a flash. Your head was thumping in pain as you let Daryl lead you to his motorcycle. You could hear him yelling at his dog, but you had no idea what he was saying before he helped you onto his bike and you instantly wrapped your arms around his stomach before he started the bike and took off through the woods.

You weren't sure if you had passed out again, but by the time you opened yoru eyes you could see the walls of Hilltop coming into view, the rain still falling from the dark sky above you. Within a few minutes you were inside the gates of Hilltop, Daryl's dog trailing behind the bike before he came to a stop in front of the infirmary trailer.

"Ya with me?" Daryl asked, glancing over his shoulders towards you and you nodded slightly, unable to get yourself to speak as you closed your eyes for a second trying anything to dull the pain coming from the back of your head.

You felt Daryl climb off the bike as you opened your eyes again to find him walking towards someone, but you couldn't see who it was until the person suddenly pushed Daryl backwards in anger revealing your brother standing in front of him. Oh shit.

You quickly climbed off the bike, nearly falling over in the process as you grabbed it for stability as you glanced back towards them. Daryl didn't fight back as Paul pushed him again and you knew your brother could easily kick Daryl's ass if he wanted to, but he was clearly holding himself back.

"You have a lot of nerve coming back here." Paul snarled, taking a step towards Daryl in anger, but Daryl just nodded, not knowing what else to say which seemed to piss your brother off even more and you knew he was about to start yelling.

"Paul, it's okay." You called out, hating how weak your voice sounded, but it clearly got his attention as he looked over Daryls shoulders and his eyes widened when he saw you leaning against Daryl's bike.

"Hey, what happened?" Paul quickly questioned as he rushed over to you, Daryl close behind him. "C'mon, let's get you out of this rain." He said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he began walking you into the infirmary. You heard Daryl tell his dog to stay and if it wasn't for the throbbing headache you would have asked if he really named his dog 'Dog', but that was a question for later.

Your body was still shaking from your drenched clothes, Daryl's poncho not doing much other than keeping more rain from soaking your clothes. Paul lead you over to the bed on the other side of the empty room, helping you sit down as he checked the cut on the back of your head.

"Y/N-" Daryl began to say from behind your brother as he took a step forward, but Paul quickly turned around shaking his head.

"No. You've done enough." Paul snapped, causing Daryl to flinch as he took a step back, lowing his head in shame.

"Paul! Stop!" You yelled, glaring at your brother. "Go get Enid, I need to talk to Daryl." You said, trying your best to keep your voice strong as your brother glanced back towards you his anger quickly disappearing as he nodded and walked out the room.

You sighed, rubbing your face with shaky hands as you looked over at Daryl who hadn't moved from where he standing on the other side of the room, his expression covered in guilt.

"You just left... You left and Paul had to tell me about Rick sacrificing himself and that you had just walked off. You left and you didn't even say anything to me!" You said a bit louder than you meant to, but you didn't care as tears of anger filled your eyes. "I didn't know where you were or if you were even alive. I thought... I thought I'd never see you again."

"M'sorry." Daryl began to say, lifting his head to look at you. His wet hair sticking to his face, but you didn't miss the tears brimming in his eyes.

"Sorry isn't gonna cut it, Dixon. You're my husband and you..." You trailed off, your voice breaking at the end as a tear rolled down your cheek and you forced yourself to take a deep breath.

"I know." Daryl sighed, walking over to you as he sat down on the bed beside you, fiddling with his hands in his lap as he spoke. "At first I just left because I needed space, I needed time after... and then I started tryin' to find his body to put him down, but I never found it... and I guess bein' out there became easier."

You glanced over at Daryl beside you and you knew he was trying to hold himself together as he stared down at his lap. "Why didn't you tell me?" You asked quietly, watching Daryl lower his head even more as he took a small shaky breath before tilting his head towards you.

"Couldn't face ya. Rick was your best friend, he... It was my fault he was out there. I took him on my bike and if I didn't do that then he wouldn't have been there when the herd came and he wouldn't have been all heroic... he'd still be here." Daryl replied as a few tears escaped his eyes which only made your own tears fall too. It's been over a year since Rick died, has Daryl been blaming himself since then? That was a stupid question, you knew Daryl, of course he'd blame himself for this.

"Rick wasn't your fault." You replied, but Daryl shook his head.

"It was."

"It wasn't. Nobody blames you, I don't blame you."  You repeated as you wrapped your arms around Daryl, momentarily forgetting about the pain in your head as you pulled Daryl into a tight hug. His body was shaking and you knew it wasn't because of how drenched he was. "Rick loved you like a brother, he wouldn't blame you either, Daryl. It wasn't your fault." You whispered.

"M'sorry. I'm so sorry." Daryl mumbled and you hugged him tightly as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You weren't sure which one you needed this hug more, but neither of you wanted to let go.

-

Enid had cleaned up the cut on the back of your head, wrapping a bandage around your head to stop the bleeding. She said that you had a minor concussion, but nothing a good nights sleep and rest couldn't fix. Paul and Daryl refused to leave your side, but you ended up falling asleep on your bed in Pauls trailer, but you told Daryl to go catch up with Maggie and the others before hand, so you hoped he did. Seeing Maggie and Tara would be good for him.

"She still asleep?" Daryl's voice asked from somewhere in the trailer as you heard the front door shut. You were about to roll over and tell him that you were awake, but when Paul began talking you stopped.

"Yeah. You can bring your dog inside, it's still raining outside." Your brother replied from somewhere to your left and you figured he was sitting at the table.

"Dog." Daryl suddenly called opening the door to the trailer again, the sound rain now louder before you heard the dog walk in as Daryl shut the door again. Neither of them said anything for a few minutes as you heard Daryl pull out one of the chairs and sat down by the table too.

"I didn't mean what I said earlier, I'm sorry." Paul apologised.

"She's your sister, ya had every right to say what ya did." Daryl replied, his southern drawl thick as he spoke.

"Doesn't mean I had the right to snap at you like that." Paul added and you couldn't help but smile softly listening to the two of them. "She was out there everyday, you know? Once the bullet wound healed, well even before it healed properly, she was out there everyday looking for you and Rick."

"Sounds like her." Daryl mumbled causing Paul to chuckle as the two of them sat in silence for a couple of minutes. "I can't stay here. I got a camp in the woods, I can't stop lookin' for Rick. I won't ever stop lookin'."

"You can live here and still look for him. You don't have to leave. Y/N wouldn't want you leave. I don't want you to leave." Paul replied quietly.

"I know, but-" Daryl began to say as you rolled over in bed to find the two of them sitting next to each other by the kitchen table, both of them turning around when they heard you move. 

You noticed Daryl was wearing one of Paul's button-down shirts since his was drenched and you didn't miss his dog sitting on the ground by his feet.

"I'll go with you." You stated and both men looked at you in shock. "You have a camp, we can trade with Hilltop for supplies and stuff."

"Ya don't have to do that, ya have a life here. I don't wanna take ya away from it, or take ya away from your brother." Daryl responded, glancing over at Paul before turning back towards you.

"My sister is her own person, she can make her own decisions. But, as long as you guys visit regularly and take one of the walkies, so we can communicate, I'll be okay with it." Paul spoke up looking between Daryl and you as he spoke and you smiled.

"Good, because neither of you had a vote on the manner." You replied causing both men to chuckle as Paul rolled his eyes. "But, we're staying in this trailer until the rain stops." You added.

"We're stayin' here 'till ya concussion is gone, no sooner." Daryl corrected as Paul nodded in agreement and now it was your turn to roll your eyes, but you wouldn't have it any other way. The love of your life and your twin brother teaming up against you, you missed that.

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NEXT CHAPTER

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A/N- Link in bio for Masterlist, I ill reblog with my Daryl Dixon Taglist if you want to be added to the list just comment below. 

Sorry it’s taken longer than usual to post this chapter, real life has just been hectic and work is so busy, but I finally had a chance to post this and I hope you all enjoyed it. We got Season 9b coming up and from there I create my own storyline/ending to the Whisperer arc so I hope you all enjoy it. 

Until next time, stay safe everyone and have a great day xx

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[sourwolf-sterek32]

THIS MEANS WAR (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary: It’s been nearly two years since the war with the Saviours ended. You and Daryl now ran the Sanctuary together and for once life was starting to look good. However, little did you know, your whole world was going to come crashing down around you very soon and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Jesus’ Twin Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Blood, guts, language (just usual twd warnings) violence

Chapter 3-

The next morning you and Daryl packed the little belongings you had, strapping them to the back of his motorcycle and your quad bike.

Your compound bow was placed in the holder you made a few months ago that's built just in front of the handle bars for easy access. Daryl had his crossbow strapped to the back of his motorcycle like usual, taking up the room on his bike.

So, you had the rest of the gear strapped to the back of your quad. It wasn't much, just a couple backpacks with spare clothes and weapons inside.

The two of you followed Rick and Michonne to Hilltop, you and Daryl riding slower than usual since they were on horse back. But, you didn't mind as you sat back on your quad enjoying the wind in your face as you cruised down the old road.

You couldn't help the smile spreading across your face as the walls of Hilltop finally came into view. You didn't even have to wave or ask for the gates to be open as Tara began opening them the minute she saw yours and Daryl's bikes.

You gently eased on the breaks as you entered the community, following Daryl who parked by the Barrington House before you shut the engine off and dismounted the bike.

You spotted Maggie walking out the large building after no doubt hearing the bikes as the four of you began walking towards her. But, as you got closer you noticed a fresh cut and bruise on the side of her face.

"What happened?" You quickly questioned, sudden anger washing over you at the thought of someone laying their hands on your close friend.

"Gregory. He set up the blacksmith to try have me killed last night, he obviously failed thanks to Enid and Alden who came outside at just the right time. Enid was knocked on her head pretty bad though, needed stitches." Maggie explained sadly as you shook your head in frustration.

Gregory should have been dead a long time ago. No way in hell were you going to let him walk away after trying to murder someone and by the look in Maggies eye neither was she.

"I'm glad you're okay though." You replied, not knowing what else to say as you pulled her into a tight hug.

"Where's Enid? I wanna go check on her." You asked as you pulled away and Maggie nodded towards the Barrington House, meaning the young girl was in her bedroom.

You glanced over at Daryl as he nodded knowing you wanted to make sure Enid was okay, she was like a little sister to you.

You didn't really know her much when you first got to Alexandria until she started hanging around with Carl. After his death you stuck close to the girl, knowing how much Carls death impacted everyone, especially her. She was a sweet kid, always wanting to help out and she wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty, if you were honest she reminded you a lot of your younger self when you were a teenager.

Walking into the Barrington House you spotted a few familiar faces of civilians who lived at Hilltop. Most of which greeted you warmly knowing exactly who you were since the war with the Saviours.

You walked up the stairs, knowing her bedroom was next door to Maggies and spotted her door open.

Slowly you peeked your head in, spotting her asleep in bed as your brother placed a glass of water and what you assumed were pain killers on her bedside table.

"Hey, bro." You whispered not wanting to wake her up as Paul quickly turned around hearing your voice and his face broke out in a smile. "How is she?"

"Got a concussion, but she should be good in a few days." He replied softly, walking out Enid's room as he gently shut the door behind himself before pulling you into a tight hug.

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually missed my annoying sister." He admitted with a chuckled.

"And I kinda missed my stupid brother." You responded breaking the hug as he shook his head with a chuckle. "Nice man bun too. Haven't seen you with your hair like that since before."

"It's practical, long hair can get annoying when your fighting walkers, or even just trying to teach kids martial arts." He replied and you smiled softly almost forgetting that he now taught lessons twice a week with the kids at Hilltop, sometimes even kids from Alexandria and Kingdom came and joined in.

"Not that I'm complaining, but I thought you and Daryl were at Sanctuary?"

"We were, but Carol's taking over for a bit so we could have some time away from that hell hole. Figured we'd come here and annoy you." You responded causing him to poke you with his elbow playfully reminding you of the old times when the two of you used to play fight and annoy each other all the time.

You and Paul talked for a while, catching up on the things you both missed out on.

Eventually you made your way to Maggie's office, spotting the door to the balcony open and then wandered out.

Rick and Maggie were sitting on chairs outside with baby Hershel in a cot beside them. You stopped in the doorway, hearing the last of their conversation.

"When we were fighting the Saviours, you told me that soon, you'd be the one following me. But you didn't, because I wasn't someone to follow. That changes now." You heard Maggie say as she stood up from her chair, noticing you in the door way as she gave you nod.

"It'll be dark soon. It's time to put the children to bed." She added glancing back to Rick before she grabbed Hershel out his cot and walked back inside, patting your shoulder as she walked passed.

"That seemed like a serious conversation. Everything alright?" You asked, once Maggie was out of earshot as you walked over to Rick who was still sitting on his seat.

"It will be." Rick sighed, rubbing his face with his hands as you leant back against the balcony railings facing him. "I know you have done so much for the Sanctuary, getting it back up and running, but I need to ask you for another favour."

"Shoot."

"I need your help fixing the bridge, with your construction worker experience it would really help. Most of us know how to use a hammer and nails, but we don't know anything else beyond that, like how to best build structures for long-term use or where's the best place to put support beams and you get my point. I've already spoken to Eugene and he's already working on a plan for the bridge, with all the physics and maths behind it, but we can't physical build it without you, unless we want it to collapse again." Rick explained, looking over at you with almost pleading eyes and you nodded.

"Of course, I'll help. I can't figure out physics for the life of me so as long as Eugene does all that, I can definitely help build the bridge. Gonna need a lot of workers though." You stated as you began thinking of people who'd be willing to help.

"I think I got that covered. Just need to find materials for it though, but I don't even know what type of material to use, maybe metal? But I don't know where to get enough metal from to built it." Rick responded with a sigh as he leant back in his chair.

"Rick, let me worry about this. We're gonna use wood to build it, we won't be able to find enough metal for it, plus wood is more lightweight and the weather doesn't damage it. I know a nice area, near that bridge where there's a bunch of old pine trees which would make good timber. Eugene probably has this sorted, but we should make a beam bridge, it's the simplest kind of the bridge and probably the most efficient." You explained as Rick stared at you both impressed and shocked at the same time.

You were suddenly glad you decided to be a construction worker before all this, rather than an office lady or something where your working skills would be of no use these days.

"And that is exactly why we'd be lost with you." Rick chuckled in disbelief as he looked up at your proudly. "Thank you."

"We're family, I'm always here if you need help."

-

The next few weeks went by fairly quickly.

Maggie had hung Gregory in a public execution style and you knew Rick and Michonne weren't too happy about it, but it wasn't their community, so they didn't say anything. You also noticed Paul wasn't too happy about the brutal death, but your brother never liked killing people to begin with, although he did know it had to be done and stood by Maggie.

The bridge was getting close to being complete. You were just finishing the main platform of the bridge today while building and securing the support beams on the sides.

You knew you'd be able to get the bridge built with everyone's help, but you never expected it to turn out so well.

You had a camp set up near the bridge and logging area for anyone who couldn't or didn't want to travel all the way back to their community after the days work.

It was a good little camp, lots of tents set up for everyone, along with an armoury, infirmary tent and main tent that Rick uses to hold meetings or discussions in.

The perimeter of the camp was secure with wire and traps so no walkers could get in and you had watch areas set up between all the communities to keep an eye on the two walker herds that you had seen near the area.

You and Daryl had been at the camp since it got built, there was no point going back to Hilltop when the two of you worked on the bridge everyday, so you had your own tent set up on the edge of the camp.

Daryl had his motorcycle at the camp too, but you left your quad at Hilltop since you could easily walk to the bridge or logging area so you didn't see the need to have it.

You were shocked with how many people from the different communities volunteered to help with the bridge, even young Henry wanted to help as he supplied water to all the workers most days.

It didn't seem like much, but without him handing out cups of water you probably would forget to drink. You didn't even realise how thirsty you were until the young boy handed you the water a few minutes ago.

You were currently securing a support beam on the bridge while Daryl and Aaron worked on securing one of the last wooden planks onto the long platform behind you. Most of the other workers around you were Saviours, but for the most part they kept to themselves as they hammered in nails and sawed off pieces of wood to the right size as required.

"So, I go in after her nap and pick her up, and the diaper just explodes all over me." You heard Aaron explain to Daryl as you glanced over your shoulder chuckling at the hand gestures he was making.

You turned back to the wooden beam in front of you and finished hammering in the last nail.

"Sounds like good times." Daryl responded as he grabbed more nails from the box between them.

"Oh, the best. You'll see. What? You'd be a great dad." Aaron stated glancing over at the archer.

"Yeah." Daryl replied and you felt your heart sink slightly, he would be an amazing father even if he didn't want to believe it, but sadly you couldn't do that for him.

"Surely you and Y/N have talked about kids before, right? She would be one hell of a mother, you'd be great parents." Aaron said happily, looking over at you as you turned around facing the two of them.

"I can't." You simply replied catching Daryl's eyes as he glanced up at you with sympathetic look before he continued hammering down the platform, his biceps bulging underneath his black rolled up long sleeve shirt.

"What do you mean? You would be a great mother!" Aaron responded, looking over at you in confusion as you shook your head.

"I can't have kids. I don't know the exact details, I was only a kid when it happened. But, I was in a car crash and nearly died apparently, but because of whatever happened I can't have kids." You explained, but you kept your voice low not wanting every other worker on the bridge to know about that.

The only people who knew were Daryl and Rick, and obviously your brother because he was there when it happened. But you never really told anyone else.

You felt bad because you couldn't give Daryl what most other females could and you hated the fact that he couldn't be a father because of you.

Hell, when you first told him back at the prison you were almost anticipating that he would break up with you, thinking that it would be a deal breaker for sure. But, he didn't. He was really understanding about it, knowing that it wasn't your fault and there was nothing you could do about it. He just told you that he loved you and still wanted to be with you, even if you couldn't give him a baby, he would still choose you.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, I had no idea. And here I am just blabbering away about babies." Aaron apologised, glancing between you and Daryl as you gave him a small smile.

"Don't apologise, man. It's fine." Daryl quickly replied putting the hammer down as he patted Aaron the shoulder who stilled looked really guilty about the whole thing.

"Listen to Daryl, and don't stop talking about Gracie, I love hearing your stories about her." You said looking over at the two of them and Aaron nodded giving you a small smile before you heard Henry shout, catching your attention.

"Back off!" Henry shouted and you glanced up just in time to see Justin chugging the hole cooler of water before Henry decked him with his stick.

"Hey, man, it's cool. I got my ass handed to me by a kid one time, too. Of course, I was six at the time." Jed teased, but you were barely listening to him as you watched Justin stand up off the ground in anger. He was about to walk over to Henry before Daryl quickly grabbed his arm.

"Hey. Kid's just doin' his job. Get back to work." Daryl ordered glaring at Justin as he let go of the mans arm.

You quickly stood up, taking a few steps towards them, not liking how tense and angry Justin was getting.

"I don't need your people telling me what to do. You're not my babysitter anymore." Justin responded, turning back towards Henry, but Daryl quickly grabbed his arm, stopping the Saviour from going anywhere near the kid as Justin quickly turned around swinging his fist towards Daryl. Shit.

You watched as Daryl easily dodged the fist before landing his own punch to the man's jaw, sending the Saviour falling backwards onto a pile of sand.

Every muscle in your body was telling you to run over there and help Daryl, but you knew he needed to do this. Hell, he probably wanted to do this. He needed to let out his anger and Justin needed to be taught a lesson and you knew Daryl could handle himself. So, you forced yourself to stay back despite wanting to punch a Saviour too.

You watched as Justin threw a handful of sand at Daryl, blinding him for a split second, when suddenly you saw Jed beginning to walk towards them. His hands were balled into fists by his side and you knew what he was going to do.

"Don't fucking touch him." You warned as you grabbed the back of Jed's shirt, pulling him away from Daryl.

You spared a glance over at Daryl to make sure he was okay as he landed a solid punch to Justin's face again.

Quickly, you turned your attention back to Jed, just in time to see his fist come flying towards your head.

"You ain't our boss lady no more." He yelled as his fist collided with your left cheek, pain erupting from the point of impact.

Now that was a mistake, you thought to yourself as you kicked the man in the balls. All your body weight was behind the kick as Jed groaned in pain grabbing his crutch.

You glanced over your shoulder towards Daryl as Justin landed a punch to his face, but before you could do anything about it you heard Aaron shout your name, and you knew by the tone of his voice that it was a warning.

You quickly turned back to Jed, ducking as you did so, assuming the man was trying to punch you again and you were right as he nearly fell over after missing your face entirely.

You took his moment of weakness to your advantage as you grabbed his head with your hands before slamming your knee up into his face, blood instantly pouring down his nose as you shoved him back.

You could hear all the other workers now cheering on the two fights that you and Daryl were in. Everyone now circling around the fistfights while Aaron and Regina tried holding people back from joining in.

"Hey! Hey! Break it up! Break it up right now!" Rick's voice yelled in the background somewhere, but like hell you were going to listen to him as you focused your attention back on Jed who was growling at you in anger.

You didn't even have enough time to react before he tackled you into the one of the wooden cross beams on the side of the bridge.

Your back slammed into the timber, knocking the air out of your lungs as you gasped for breath. Jed quickly swung another punch towards you, but you managed to deflect it with your forearm.

You were so focused on deflecting his right fist, you didn't even notice him swinging with his left. You were unable to do anything as it collided with your face again, but before you could retaliate Aaron suddenly pulled him off you.

"Hey! I said enough!" Rick continued yelling to your right somewhere and you knew he was probably trying to break up Daryl and Justin.

You took a few steps towards Jed, getting ready to punch him back before Aaron quickly let go of him and stood between the two of you with his hands out.

"Rick said enough!" Aaron shouted glaring at Jed who just grinned, blood still dripping from his nose, but he was clearly happy that he got the last punch in as Aaron glanced over at you.

Your heart was racing a thousand beats per second, your hands still curled up in fists by your side as you glanced over to where Daryl and Justin were fighting to find Rick holding Daryl back.

"Enough!" Rick ordered as Daryl took a step back wiping his mouth as spat blood onto the ground beside Rick before he turned around to make sure you were okay.

He didn't say anything, but you just nodded to tell him that you were okay before motioning over your shoulder towards camp, silently asking if he wanted to leave. Daryl nodded and with that the two of you left the bridge.

-

You and Daryl went straight back to camp and into your tent, away from everyone else.

You knew he was still hyped up from the fight as adrenaline soared through his veins. You didn't say anything as you went straight for a small cloth by your bed, pouring water over it from a water bottle, getting ready to clean his wounds.

"Fuckin' assholes." Daryl muttered in frustration as he sat down on the edge of the blow up mattress, trying to calm himself down before you knelt down in front of him and began wiping the blood off from the side of his mouth.

"Ya alright? That was one hell of a hit he landed on ya at one stage." Daryl asked after a few seconds, his voice now calmer as he stared into your eyes while you focused on cleaning him up.

This was definitely not the first time either of you had been in a fight and Daryl knew that you could hold your own even against a man bigger than you. It was one of the things that attracted him to you, it was the fact that you wouldn't take shit from anyone and weren't afraid to start a fight against someone twice your size, you were strong and he knew that.

"Honestly felt good to punch that bastard. Those fights were long overdue." You replied with a hint of a smile as Daryl chuckled softly nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, it was." He agreed as he cupped your face with his hand, his thumb gently brushing over the bruise already forming on your cheek bone.

You could his face slightly harden with anger as he stared at the bruise before you grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips to his, trying to ground him as he leant forward deepening the kiss.

"Things will get better with the Saviours, we will figure something out. We always do." You reassured and Daryl nodded before pulling you into a hug, his hand cupping the back of your head as he let out a deep breath. "We'll work it out."

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NEXT CHAPTER

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A/N- Link in bio for Masterlist. I will reblog with my Daryl Dixon Tag List, if you want to be added to the list just comment below. 

Posting this chapter today because I m working on the weekend (I’m working 10 days in a row and I’m only on day 4 and I’m already exhausted) So I figured I should post it now because I know on the weekend I won’t feel up to posting after work, so here's an early chapter.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I know this fic isn't as good as my last one, I am well aware of that, but I hope you all stick with it. Anyway, until next time stay safe everyone and have a great day xx

#Daryl Dixon #Daryl Dixon x Reader #The Walking Dead #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon imagine #twd #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead imagine #Norman Reedus #paul rovia

[sourwolf-sterek32]

THIS MEANS WAR (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary: It’s been nearly two years since the war with the Saviours ended. You and Daryl now ran the Sanctuary together and for once life was starting to look good. However, little did you know, your whole world was going to come crashing down around you very soon and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Jesus’ Twin Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Blood, guts, language (just usual twd warnings) violence

Chapter 6-

You sat in the back of the horse carriage as Maggie sat up the front controlling the horses while you rode back to Hilltop. You asked her about her plan with Negan, wanting to make sure there wasn't any risks with the plan, you just had a really bad feeling about something, but you couldn't pinpoint what. 

The last time you had this feeling was the morning before meeting Negan, before he killed Abraham and Glenn and you couldn't help but worry. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but you wanted to make sure Maggie had thought this plan though so nothing could go wrong.

"Alden, open the gates!" Maggie shouted, bringing you out of your thoughts, realising that you were already at Hilltop. 

You watched as the ex-Saviour gave Maggie a friendly wave before opening the gates. You had to admit, Alden had really proved himself since being a Saviour at Negan's satellite outpost, he was the only Saviour you actually trusted and if you were being honest, called a friend.

Maggie slowed the horses down as you rode into the fast growing community. People were out and about working with the animals and out in the crops and gardens, all busy helping built the community.

She bought the horses to a stop in front of the Barrington House and climbed off the front seat of the carriage as she walked around to the back of it, holding her hand out to help you climb out.

"Just go slowly." Maggie instructed as you to took her hand and slowly climbed out the carriage, nearly falling over when you put all your weight on your bad leg, but Maggie grabbed your shoulder, stabling you. "You alright?" She asked worriedly, but you didn't have time to respond.

"Y/N? Shit, what happened?" Your brothers voice suddenly shouted and you glanced towards Barrington House to find him jogging down the stairs towards the two of you.

"Got shot, but I'm fine." You answered causing Maggie to chuckle at how chilled you were about the whole situation. 

Within seconds Paul was by your side, his eyes glancing from the bandage wrapped around your knee to the stitches along your forehead, which you had honestly forgotten about.

"Oh yeah, because being shot is fine." Paul responded as you rolled your eyes, Maggie's hand still on your shoulder as you glanced over at her.

"I'm good, Mags. Go see Hershel." You said, grabbing onto the side of the carriage to keep yourself upright as Maggie nodded, giving Paul a smile before she walked towards the Barrington House. "Have you been looking after my quad bike?" You asked, turning your attention back to your brother.

"Really, that's where your mind is at? Come on, I'll take you back to my trailer, you probably shouldn't be putting weight on that leg." Paul replied, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he helped you walk to his trailer. "And yes, your bike is fine. Still parked beside my trailer where you left it."

"Glad to hear it." You winced, as you limped into his trailer, immediately taking a seat at the small table in the middle of the room. "Remember the good old days where the worst injuries we'd get were bruises from play fighting?" You asked, glancing over at Paul as he took a seat opposite you with a small smile.

"Actually I do remember you coming home from work with a broken finger at one stage." He replied in amusement and you chuckled remembering that day. 

You were helping shift cement planks at the construction site when the dumbass who was holding the other end of the plank tripped over and your finger got stuck under the 200 pound cement plank. God, that had been painful and the dumbass who tripped apologised to you every day for the following months, feeling awful about the whole thing.

"Oh like you can talk. I do recall you spraining your ankle back during our orphanage days. You complained about it for weeks." You teased causing Paul to laugh, shaking his head and you smiled, missing these chats with your brother. "Glad you finally got rid of the ridiculous beanie."

"Sorry to disappoint, but I still got the beanie. It's the middle of summer, its too hot to wear it." He replied, laughing at the annoyed expression you made. "Hey, you bought me that beanie, it's your own fault."

"Yeah, and I've regretted it ever since." You muttered, slinging your bow off your shoulders as you placed it on top of the table so you could lean back on the chair without the weapon digging into your back.

"Wanna tell me what happened? I figured the cut on your head was from the walker incident at the logging site, Diane told me all about it when she came back to Hilltop afterwards." Paul explained noticing your confused expression before you nodded. "How'd you get shot?"

"Arat was taken, so Rick sent out groups to try find her. Jed and another Saviour ambushed us, shot me, but we handled it. Although, the Saviours have gone back to Sanctuary, so I don't know what's happening with the bridge anymore." You explained and Paul sighed taking into the news.

"I guess we can't have peace with them after all." He replied and you gave him a sad smile as you fiddled with your silver locket on the end of your necklace. You knew how much your brother cared about this, how he wanted people to rise up and beyond what had happened in the past and make peace with each other, but some things could never be moved on from.

"You still have that necklace?" He asked after a few minutes of silence and you didn't even realise you were still fiddling with the locket until you looked down. You opened the locket smiling at the photo of you and your brother. "It's such an old photo."

"It reminds me of the good old days." You simply replied, closing the locket before tucking the chain back under your shirt.

"Do you ever think about what life would be like if our parents were still alive? Would I still have been a martial arts teacher and you a construction worker? Do you think they would have made it this far into the new world?" Paul began asking as he leant back in his chair staring at the wall across the room in deep thought.

"We don't talk about that." You replied, glancing over at him. You guys made a deal back when you were kids to never talk about that or the accident, it was just better that way. You still had nightmares about that day, although now your dreams were more haunted by walkers and all the people you had lost in this new world, but you still had some of the accident. 

"I do think of them sometimes." You admitted. 

"Me too." He replied softly, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence for a few minutes before he grabbed some kind of envelop that was on the table and stood up. "More letters from Georgie arrived this morning, I better go give them to Maggie. I'll see if any of the women here have a spare pair of jeans for you." He said motioning towards your left leg where Enid had cut your jeans and you nodded as he walked out the trailer.

You stayed in his trailer for the next hour, bored out of your brain as you sharpened your machete on the sharpening stone you found in your brothers trailer. One of the Hilltop women had come by and gave you a new pair of jeans that fit you perfectly, you thanked the woman and asked where Jesus was, but apparently he had stuff to deal with around the community since Maggie was gone again.

By the time Paul had finally came back, your machete was well and truly sharp, but you kept swiping the blade against the rock half curious as to how sharp you could get it, but also just purely bored inside his trailer with nothing else to do.

"Something's going down at the camp." Paul informed walking into the trailer as he grabbed his knives from the table which you had also sharpened out of boredom. What was happening back at camp? The Saviours had left, so what could be going on?

"I'm not sure what's going on, it came through on the walkies that something was going down, but that's all the information we got. I gotta go get a group together, so we can go help with whatever's happening." He explained as you stood up from your chair, sheathing your machete back into it's holder on your belt. "Don't even think about it. You can barely walk. Stay here."

"I have to help!" You responded, talking a small step forward unable to hold back your wince as you put pressure on your bag leg causing Paul to glare at you and you sighed. "Okay, I'll stay. Just be careful."

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After Paul and the group left to see what was happening at the camp, you tried to keep yourself busy. You managed to walk over to Barrington House to help with Hershel for a while. He was such a sweet baby boy and reminded you so much of Glenn every time you looked at him. You couldn't even imagine how Maggie does it, but Glenn would have been damn proud of her, proud of them both.

You stayed in Maggie's office for a while, playing with Hershel on the floor as you stared at the paintings she had hanging on the wall. Hershel, Beth and Glenn. God, those paintings were so realistic, Ann really did have a talent for art.

"Okay, okay, not that knee." You winced, lifting the baby boy off your lap as you moved him onto your right leg so he couldn't bump your bullet wound.

"Dada." Hershel mumbled, pointing towards the framed painting on the wall behind you and you couldn't help the smile forming on your face, glad that Maggie had told him about Glenn.

"Yeah, that's your daddy." You replied, placing a gentle kiss to the top of the boys head before the sound of an explosion filled the air and you froze. What the hell was that?

Quickly you grabbed Hershel, holding him against your hip as you stood up from the chair and limped towards the window in Maggie's office. You could see thick black smoke rising through the tree tops in the distance and you sighed with relief realising that the explosion was a fair distance away from Hilltop before your brain actually clicked and you realised that the smoke was in the rough direction of the camp. Oh God.

"Y/N? You need to go outside, everyone's freaking out about the explosion." A woman suddenly said as you turned around to find Maggie's baby sitter standing in the doorway. She was a nice woman, probably had no idea how to fight or shoot a gun, but she was good with Hershel and Maggie trusted her.

"Wait, why me?" You asked in confusion, you weren't the leader of these people.

"Neither Maggie or Jesus are here and the people are panicking. You're Jesus' sister and Maggie's best friend. The people trust you, they'll listen to you." She replied as you glanced back out the window to find most of Hilltops civilians all standing by the gate and you sighed knowing you had to do something before they all ended up doing something stupid.

"Alright, can you take Hershel?" You asked and the woman nodded as you handed the baby boy to her before you grabbed your bow from Maggie's desk where you left it, slinging the strap over your shoulder before you limped out the building.

"Open the gates!" 

"We have to see what the explosion was!" 

"My friends and family were at the camp, let us out!" The Hilltop civilians yelled and you felt bad for poor Alden and Kal who were up on the guard post copping all of it. Paul must have told them to keep the gates shut until they found out what was happening at the camp.

"Hey! Yelling isn't going to help this situation!" You shouted as you limped towards the gates, trying your best not to wince at the pain after each step. But, to your shock they all shut up immediately turned towards you. 

You stared at the group of people in surprise for a few seconds before realising that they were waiting for you to continue talking. What the hell do you say? You weren't a leader, you weren't Rick or Maggie or Ezekiel, sure you and Daryl were in charge of Sanctuary for a while, but that was nothing like this.

"Paul- Jesus wanted everyone to stay inside the community until they figured out what was going on at the camp. I know you are all worried, but the smoke is too far East to be coming from the camp." You  explained, glancing towards the smoke in the distance, silently praying that Daryl, Paul and Rick were safe before you focused back on the Hilltop residents.

"So we're meant to just stand around and wait?" A man questioned, stepping forward from the group as he stared at you.

"No, everyone has jobs to do around the community so get back to work. If our people need back up they will radio it through. I will let everyone know if and when that happens." You responded, which seemed to shut the man up as he nodded.

"You heard the lady, get back to work!" The same man shouted and you sent him a grateful nod as everyone slowly began walking off back to whatever jobs they were doing before the explosion.

"Alden." You called as you slowly walked towards the stairs that lead to the watch platform, trying your best not to limp, but with no luck. "What the hell happened?" You questioned staring up at the man as he stood by the edge of the platform looking down at you.

"There was a herd. People over the walkies said that Rick somehow blew the bridge to kill the walkers." The man answered and your eyes went wide in shock, you didn't know what to expect, but you definitely weren't expecting that.

"Shit, is he okay? Are the others okay?" You asked, but Alden just shrugged his shoulders and you sighed. "If you don't hear anything from anyone in the next 10 minutes I'm going out there."

"I can't let you do that. Jesus told me to not let you go anywhere. You shouldn't even be up and walking around with that bullet wound." Alden responded and you rolled your eyes, of course your brother said that.

"Doesn't mean I cant ride over there and shoot." You responded pointing towards your quad bike near Paul's trailer and Alden sighed.

"I'll tell you what, if they aren't back before dark I will take you there myself. Now go rest your leg." He instructed and you nodded, knowing that was probably the best deal you were going to get.

You glanced around the community happy that everyone seemed to be working and doing their own thing now so you walked over to one of the metal picnic tables that were set up near the trailers and took a seat. You could see the gates clearly from where you sat, so you wouldn't miss it when the others got back.

You weren't entirely sure how long you sat there, but by the time the front gates finally opened the sun was slowly starting set over the treetops. You could see the group Paul had taken out walk slowly through the gates with their heads hung low followed by Paul, Maggie, Enid and Tara, but you immediately knew something was wrong.

You quickly stood up, ignoring the pain in your leg as you called out to Maggie, Enid and Tara who all glanced over at you before they continued walking towards the Barrington House, but even from that distance you could still see the pain in their eyes. What the hell happened?

You watched as the others all went off on their own ways either putting horses away or disappearing into the trailers or the Barrington House, every single person seeming upset and disturbed. The more you watched the more you could feel yourself panicking, Maggie looked like she had been crying and Tara and Enid didn't seem that far off either, something bad must have happened.

Eventually you spotted Paul as he finished putting his horse away before glancing around the community, clearly trying to find you.

"What happened? People were saying over the walkie that Rick blew the bridge to stop a herd." You called out as Paul began walking over to you, but you could tell that whatever happened was clearly bothering him as well, despite his best efforts at keeping his expression neutral. He was your twin brother, you could practically read him like a book.

"Yeah, he did. Y/N, come sit down I have a couple things to tell you." Paul replied, reaching your side as he motioned towards the metal picnic table behind you.

"Okay. What's going on? You're kinda scaring me. Is everyone alright?" You asked, sitting down where you were earlier as Paul sat beside you with a heavy sigh.

"Rick didn't make it, Y/N." He said causing your head to quickly snap around in his direction. No, no you had to have heard him wrong. Rick wasn't gone, it was Rick Grimes for crying out loud, he had survived so much since the start of all of this... couldn't be dead.

"What?"

"He sacrificed himself for everyone. He was on the bridge when he blew it. I'm so sorry." Paul explained, tears rising in his own eyes as you looked over at him. Hoping, praying, that this was just some kind of sick joke, but once you looked into your brothers eyes you knew it wasn't. Rick was really gone.

"I..." You trailed off, not knowing what to say, but when the words didn't come, the tears did as you broke down crying. 

Paul quickly pulled you into a hug, letting you sob into him as you clutched at his blue Henley. You weren't even aware you were doing it, you weren't aware of much of anything during the next few minutes as you cried, slowly processing that Rick was dead.

"I'm so sorry." Paul whispered, holding your tightly, not caring that his entire right shoulder and chest was now covered in your tears as he gently rubbed small circles over your back trying to calm you down. You weren't sure how long you stayed like that, it felt like hours, but was probably only 10 minutes before your brain suddenly clicked into gear as you quickly pulled away.

"Daryl, oh my God. Where's Daryl? I have to-" You frantically said, standing up from the table ignoring the burning pain in your leg as you took a step away, but before you could walk any further Paul grabbed your arm stopping you.

"Y/N, wait." He quickly said, letting go of your arm as he took in your red and teary eyes and sighed releasing your arm. "That's the other thing I needed to tell you."

"I-is Daryl dead?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you stared at your brother with pleading eyes, but he quickly shook his head.

"No. I don't so, he's just gone. He walked off once Rick blew the bridge, not saying anything to anyone. I tried talking to him, but he didn't want to talk, he didn't want anyone going after him either. The only words I got out of him were, 'Y/N will understand'." Paul explained and if it was even possible you felt your heart break even more as you collapsed to the ground. Your shaky legs too weak to hold you up any longer as you hit the dirt, letting out a pained scream as landed on your bad leg.

"Y/N!" Paul shouted, rushing to your side as he dropped down beside you, his hands hovering over your knee not knowing what to do, but clearly realising that you had aggravated the wound further.

"He's not coming back is he?" You asked, lifting your head to meet your brothers worried gaze as he wrapped his arms over your shoulders, holding you gently.

"I don't know. He isn't thinking clearly at the moment, just give him time." Paul replied, but deep down you had a bad feeling that time didn't really matter anymore. Daryl had just lost another brother, you had just lost your best friend... nothing would ever be the same again.

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THIS MEANS WAR (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary: It’s been nearly two years since the war with the Saviours ended. You and Daryl now ran the Sanctuary together and for once life was starting to look good. However, little did you know, your whole world was going to come crashing down around you very soon and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Jesus’ Twin Sister!Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Blood, guts, language (just usual twd warnings) violence

Chapter 5-

By the time you got back to the camp it was already late afternoon. However, when you entered the camp you did expect to find everyone at each other's throats or for Maggie to be there either.

Seriously you were gone for a few hours and this happens. All the Saviours were crowded together yelling at everyone from the other communities, but you could tell it was more than just a pissing match when you noticed Rosita, Jerry and a few others having to hold the Saviours back from fighting. What the hell happened to make the Saviours so angry?

You could see Daryl standing off to the back watching cautiously, his crossbow in hand while everyone continued yelling. For a moment you weren't sure whether you should intervene or not, but when you saw everyone pulling out guns and aiming at the Saviours you knew you should.

"We don't want this. Hey, we just need to protect ourselves." Laura yelled holding her hands out to show that she wasn't threat as you walked over to the crowds. 

"No guns!" Daryl shouted, glaring at all the Saviours as you reached Carol's side a few metres away from Jed and the others.

"That 'cause you're the one who took out Justin?" A Saviour responded causing you to frown in confusion. Justin was dead? No wonder these people were angry.

"Nah. My money's on garbage lady." Another Saviour responded glancing over at Ann who was standing to the right somewhere, but you kept your eyes on the men in front of you.

"No. It's her. Finishing what her boyfriend started." One of the Saviours stated pointing towards you as he walked over to a tree, grabbing the axe that was leaning against it before he turned back towards you in anger.

"Hey, stop. It's gonna go to far." Arat quickly said grabbing the mans shoulder to try stop him.

"Nah. It won't." Daryl yelled in response, his eyes glancing over at you as he raised his crossbow.

Was this really going to happen? An all out war 2.0 right here? There was only one way this would end and that's bloody, did the Saviours really want this? Guns against knifes? It's obvious who's gonna win.

"You guys can still walk away from this, nobody else has to die." You warned, your hand still resting over your gun holster as you glanced between the main Saviours in front of you.

"Nah, a few people do." Jed responded taking a step towards you with his axe out as you quickly pulled your handgun out too.

You rested your finger on the trigger as you aimed at the mans chest waiting to see how this played out. But, just as the Saviours were about to start fighting Rick appeared out of nowhere, racing between the two crowds on his horse with his revolver in his hand.

"Everyone back off! Right now!" Rick yelled, riding his horse forwards and back between the two crowds while Laura and Arat took the axes from Jed and a few other Saviours.

"I'll talk to Rick. I'll try and find a way to make everybody feel safe, alright?" Alden said from beside you as he stared at the Saviours, but you knew the Saviours weren't happy as Jed shook his head before walking off, the rest of the Saviours following him.

You watched as the Saviours walked off in one direction as everyone else walked off in other. You followed Daryl as he walked towards the outskirts of the camp, sitting down on the wooden stumps and you did the same.

"I really wanted to pull that trigger." You muttered in annoyance as you pulled your compound bow off your back, resting it over your lap as Daryl hummed in agreement.

You understood why Rick wanted things to work with the Saviours and you needed them if you wanted to finish the bridge in time. But, a part of you wished you had just killed them back when Rick sliced Negan's throat. Everything would be so much simpler if the Saviours weren't around.

"How's Aaron?" Daryl asked after a few minutes, glancing over at you while he sharpened his knives on the small knife sharpener that Jesus had found a few months back and figured Daryl would get the most use out of it with his duel knives.

"He slept most the time I was there, but I bought Gracie into the infirmary so he could see her. He'll be alright, he's in good hands." You answered as you fiddled with the arrows on the quiver attached to the side of your bow.

"Yeah, he is." Daryl agreed with a small nod before you spotted Rick walking towards you guys.

You gave him a small smile as he sat down on the wooden stump beside Daryl, but nobody said anything for a few seconds even though it was clear why Rick wanted to talk to you.

"Go ahead. Ask." Daryl finally said, turning towards his brother beside him.

"That wound on Justin looks like a puncture. I wondered if it could be from a knife, but it's small, round and clean. Smaller and cleaner than a bullet hole. Kind of looks like an arrow hit him." Rick began to say, glancing over your bow in your lap before looking back at Daryl. "Or a bolt."

"Is this the kind of shit ya used to do?" Daryl questioned.

"When I had to."

"Ya really think one of us did it?" Daryl asked, looking over at you for a second before turning back to Rick who shook his head.

"No. But others do. So, I'm making sure." Rick answered and you nodded in understanding, but it still bothered you that Rick would even ask such a thing. You had been with Rick since the very beginning, even before the camp in Atlanta.

"No offence, Rick. But if Daryl or I killed him, we probably would have done it in plain sight. We don't know who it is, but we all know why. Bringing all these people together after everything they have done to each other... It was always gonna happen." You stated looking over at Rick as he shook his head.

"No. It's the right thing to do. The future belongs to all of us now."

"Why do they get this future? 'N Glenn don't? Or Abraham? Or Sasha? All the people the Kingdom lost, Hilltop, Oceanside? Ya ever think 'bout what they want? What they'd do, if they could?" Daryl asked and you looked down at the bow in your lap sadly.

You knew Daryl blamed himself for Glenn's death, you have tried convincing him that it wasn't, even Maggie tried, but Daryl still felt guilty for it and you knew that would never change.

"Yeah, I do. I have. For a long time, I wanted it too, maybe more than anyone. But killing each other when the world already belongs to the dead? It's not the way. Not anymore." Rick replied, staring at Daryl for a few seconds before he shook his head and grabbed his crossbow as he stood up.

"We should go work that grid." Daryl muttered as he began walking off before Rick quickly stood up as you watched the two of them, not wanting to get in the middle of whatever this was.

"Daryl, I know you don't agree with everything we're doing here. All I ask is that you try. Do it. Let people see it. And maybe everyone moves past what's happened to what could happen and maybe, just, maybe, it'd be one of the best decisions you ever made. Like not killing a guy who left your brother on a rooftop to die." Rick stated and for a few seconds the two men just stood there staring at each other before Daryl just nodded and began walking off as you sighed.

That was a low shot, bringing Merle up like that. Rick knew Daryl hated talking about his brother, it might have been years ago, but you knew it still hurt whenever he thought about him.

"Everyone's splitting up in groups to work the grid to try find the other Saviours who have gone missing, but I need someone to stay back at camp and keep an eye on everything." Rick began saying and you nodded, slinging your bow strap over your shoulder before standing up.

"I can do that." You replied, but you could tell Rick wanted to say something else and you rolled your eyes. "Don't worry, I won't start any fights."

"I was just gonna say be careful. Some of the Saviours are getting angry and I don't want to see you getting anymore hurt." Rick said glancing up at the long diagonal cut across your forehead that Enid had stitched up.

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You stayed back with Carol to keep an eye on the camp while the others all split up and searched the grid. But, within a few hours they all came back with nothing but another Saviour missing. Arat had been taken, but nobody knew where or who took her.

Rick, Daryl, Carol, Maggie, Jerry and yourself, all decided it was too dangerous for everyone to be out there, so the small group of you were going to split up into pairs with somebody you trusted to finish searching the grid.

Rick told you and Daryl to split up since you were both skilled trackers, so Daryl went with Maggie while you went with Rick and Carol. Daryl had taught you track back at the prison. You knew how to hunt, but you knew nothing about tracking, so after a few weeks Daryl began teaching you, but he was still better at tracking than you.

"I know you think this rivalry with the Saviours will eventually end, but it won't. We have killed a lot of their people, a lot of their loved ones and they killed too many of ours... I know you're trying to do the right thing, Rick, but it won't work." You said as the three of you walked through the woods, the sun disappearing through the trees as Carol turned her flash light on while you held your bow in your hands.

The three of you had been searching for any sign of Arat for over an hour, but you hadn't even spotted a set of tracks anywhere.

"Y/N's right. Today, I saw it starting again, and I just wanted to pull that trigger. End it before it begins, because if we don't find Arat, we're gonna have a fight whether we want it or not." Carol added and you nodded in agreement.

"No, I won't let it come to that. I can't." Rick quickly responded, shaking his head with a sigh as he looked over at Carol to his left before glancing over at you to his right.

"Every day since I put Negan in that cell I have this moment, usually right when I wake up, this feeling that I should go down there and kill him. To keep going, finish them all. And in that moment, it's all I want. But, then, I remember everyone we've lost. Not just to the Saviours, but the whole way. And I know I need to honour them. To build life, not take it. Because it's us or the dead, and every life counts."

"I know where you're coming from, Rick and I understand that. But not everyone can just forgive and forget..." You said trailing off as you pictured your brothers voice in your head, 'We have to find a way to make peace.' You sighed, Jesus hated killing people, but he'd do it if he had to and you knew he was usually right when it came to that stuff.

"But, I will stick with your plan. It might be a stupid plan and probably won't work, but if think there's a slight chance of being able to live peacefully with everyone, then I will try. Judith, Hershel, Gracie, all the kids, they deserve something better than this." You replied glancing over at Rick as he gave you an appreciative nod.

Another 20 minutes passed before you heard the familiar sound of walkers growling off to your right as you motioned for Carol to follow you while Rick kept walking up ahead. By now the sun had completely gone, but between Carols flashlight and the full moon, you could still see where you were walking.

"It's just one." You called out spotting the walker stumbling out from behind a tree a few metres in front of you.

You nocked an arrow onto your bow about to draw the string back when suddenly something crashed into the side of you.

Everything happened so quickly as the person tackled you to the ground, knocking your bow out your hands. You could hear Carol fighting with someone else before a gunshot filled the air.

It took you a few seconds to realise that it was your gun that had been fired, except it wasn't you who pulled the trigger as fiery pain seared through your left leg.

You grabbed your knee in agony spotting blood already seeping through your jeans, just above your left knee.

You quickly looked up, trying to find the person who shot you as you spotted Jed standing a few metres away, holding Carol in front of him with your gun to her head while another Saviour stood off the side.

"Drop it!" Rick suddenly yelled, running over to your guys as he raised his gun towards Jed noticing he had Carol at gunpoint before he spotted you on the ground a few metres away, holding your bloodied knee.

"Solid advice. You should take it. No way you get me before I pop one in her head. Ain't that right, boss lady?" Jed questioned glancing down at Carol in front of him before he bought his attention back to Rick who still had his gun aimed at him

"Y/N?" Rick asked worriedly, not wanting to take his eyes of Jed when he had a gun to Carol, but he was clearly worried about you.

"I'm good, just a graze." You lied, but you saw Rick visibly relax as his eyes hardened towards Jed.

The bullet wound definitely wasn't a graze, not by the amount of blood that was already soaking through your jeans or by the fact that you could still feel the bullet inside your leg every time you tired to moving.

"You killed the others?" Rick questioned staring at Jed as you tried sitting up slightly, your hand still holding your knee as you winced in pain.

"Is that what you think? Shit man, you got no damn clue. We're not killing anybody. Unless we have to. This? This is about the guns. And seeing as how we're being hunted and all, maybe it won't come as a big bombshell that we're vamoosing out of your little pet project. We don't need a babysitter. We just need a little protection for our trip home." Jed explained.

So, the Saviours were planning on just leaving and heading back to the Sanctuary without you guys.

"It doesn't have to be this way." Rick tried to say, but Jed just cut him off.

"Talk time is up. Toss DJ your gun. We'll let you walk and we'll be on our merry way. You know, over and over I heard you yapping about how every life counts and man, I got to tell you, I'm right there with you. But, if you don't give up that gun her life ain't gonna count for shit for much longer. I shot Y/N, I will be more than happy to finish the job too." Jed threated, glancing down at you, but you could see the knife peaking our from Carol's sleeve and you knew she was just waiting for the right moment.

"You do this there's no going back. Just let Carol go and we can forget this ever happened." You tried to say, but Jed shook his head as removed the gun for Carols head, aiming at you.

You just grinned knowing that was the moment Carol was waiting for as she hit Jed’s hand, knocking the gun to the ground before stabbing him through the shoulder.

"Down. Now." Rick yelled, quickly aiming his gun at DJ causing the Saviour to quickly stop in his tracks. "Keep pressure on it, we'll get to camp and fix you up."

"Why not just take me out?" Jed questioned, holding his shoulder as he looked up at Rick from his position on the ground.

"Because every life counts." Carol muttered, glancing over at Rick who nodded.

"Get up and go straight back to camp. Enid will stitch that up and then we can talk about what happens next." Rick ordered and you watched as the two Saviours both nodded in agreement before walking off through the woods towards camp.

"Can I have my gun back? I promise I won't let someone else shoot me with my own gun again." You joked, looking over at Rick as he picked your desert eagle up off the ground before him and Carol walked over to you.

"Holy shit, that's a lot of blood. I thought you said it was a graze?!" Rick exclaimed, crouching down beside you as he lifted your hand off your knee to find your jeans drenched in fresh blood.

"You had other things to worry about, it's not that bad. I've been shot worse." You replied referring to the time back during the line up with Negan and the Saviours.

When they threw Daryl into the back of the van, you had tried to fight back. Which resulted in Negan shooting you in the stomach and you spent the next few days in the infirmary at Hilltop in critical condition, Jesus never leaving your side.

"Yeah, and you nearly died." Rick stated as you began taking your flannel shirt off, leaving you in a black singlet as Carol helped your tie the flannel over the bullet wound.

"There's no exit wound, the bullet is still in your leg, Y/N." Rick sighed shaking his head as Carol finished tying the flannel around your leg causing you to grimace slightly as she tightened the knot.

"Kinda figured that, help me stand up." You winced, as Rick and Carol helped to your feet.

"You aren't seriously thinking of just walking back to camp?" Carol questioned, glancing down at your bleeding leg as you nodded.

"We're two miles from camp, Y/N. I can carry you ba-" Rick began saying before you cut him off.

"Not happening. I got shot with my own damn gun, let me keep the little dignity that I have left and just help me walk back to camp, please?" You asked, looking over Rick who signed, but nodded as he wrapped your arm over his shoulders, his free arm wrapped around your waist to help you walk.

Burning pain flared through your leg with every step, but there was no way you were going to let Rick carry you back.

Carol walked a few metres ahead of you guys ready to take out any walkers that happened to cross your paths, your compound bow slung over her shoulders so you didn't have to carry it.

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"I'm so sorry for waking you." You apologised as Enid rushed into the infirmary tent as you sat on the bed, Rick hovering over you anxiously.

"It's fine. Carol said you got shot in the leg?" The teenager asked and you nodded as she began removing your now ruined flannel shirt from the wound.

"How'd this happen?" Enid asked, throwing your shirt to the side before cutting off your pants leg so she could reach the wound.

You glanced over at Rick who was giving you a pleading look and you knew what he meant. He didn't want people knowing that a Saviour had shot you, you knew it would only make things worse between the groups.

"Just a stupid accident- Son of a bitch!" You gasped, your head snapping away from Rick to find Enid pouring alcohol over the wound to disinfect it. A little heads up would have been nice.

"I need to pull the bullet out, but it's in really deep. Rick can you help me hold her down." Enid instructed as he handed you a belt to bite down on before telling Rick how to hold your leg still.

"I'm sorry, this is really going to hurt." Enid apologised and you just nodded, biting down on the belt as she dug the tweezers into the wound to fish the bullet out.

You tried to hold back your screams, not wanting to wake anyone up since it was probably midnight, but you didn't last long.

The belt between your teeth seemed to muffle most of your screams as searing pain soared through your knee and up through your leg. Black spots began to cloud your vision and the last thing you heard was Rick calling your name before the darkness took over.

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Slowly you began to open your eyes, thumping pain radiating from the bullet wound above your knee as you tried to sit yourself up on the bed.

"Easy. Just take it easy." Rick suddenly said as he stood up from the chair next to your bed and helped you sit up against the pillow.

Glancing down at your leg you spotted a thick white bandage wrapped around the wound and you sighed.

"How long was I out?" You asked, looking over at Rick as he sat back down in his chair

"Few hours. Everything seemed to be alright, she got the bullet out. But, she hasn't got any painkillers left, used them all on Aaron earlier." Rick answered and you nodded figuring that was the case. "Once Daryl and Maggie get back, I'll take you to Alexandria."

"I'll be fine, I don't need to go to Alexandria." You argued as Rick sent you a doubtful look.

"Y/N you can barely walk and Enid said the bullet had chipped your bone. You need to rest, so it can heal properly." He responded and you sighed shaking your head.

"The bridge isn't finished and now since we didn't find Arat last night, the Saviours are going to leave. I need to help." You said, rubbing your face with your hands to wake yourself up.

You couldn't just go back to Alexandria or Hilltop, you needed to help finish this bridge, especially since the river had started to flow at an alarmingly fast rate, even Eugene was worried about it not holding.

"You have done more than anyone else on that bridge, I think the others can handle it. I'll take you back to Alexandria in a couple hours, get Siddiq to take a proper look at it." Rick said, motioning towards the bandage wrapped around your left knee.

"I can't, you know that. I cant stay there not when Negan's still there. I went there earlier so I could make sure Aaron and Gracie were okay and to see Judith. But, I can't stay there. I'll go back to Hilltop, my bike is still there and all my stuff is in Paul's trailer anyway." You answered and Rick nodded in understanding before people began talking outside and you sighed with relief recognising Daryl and Maggie's voices. They were back.

"Go." You said nodding towards the tent door of the infirmary, knowing Rick wanted to talk to Daryl before he got wind of you being shot, knowing all hell would break loose.

Rick walked out the infirmary, spotting Maggie already saddling up her horses and hooking them to Hilltops horse cart, while Daryl stood off to the side, his eyes glancing around camp and Rick knew he was looking for you.

"Got room for one more?" Rick asked, walking over to Maggie as she turned around in confusion.

"You're coming to Hilltop?" She asked, but Rick shook his head.

"Not me." Rick replied, before turning his attention towards the archer who was leaning against a tree a few metres away. "Daryl, I need to talk to you."

"What's goin' on?" Daryl asked, noticing the sudden change in his brothers tone.

"It's been handled and Enid said she'll be fine, but Y/N was shot in the leg."

"By who?" Daryl quickly questioned, anger rising in his voice as he felt his heart rate skyrocket after hearing you had been hurt. But, he didn't wait for Ricks response before he rushed towards the infirmary, Rick and Maggie close behind him.

"Shit, Y/N." Daryl muttered, spotting you sitting on top of the bed, your hand resting over your bandaged left knee.

"I'm fine."

"Don't look like it. The hell happened?" Daryl questioned, unable to keep his voice calm as he glanced back at Rick who sighed rubbing the back of his neck, knowing this wasn't going to end well.

"Incident with a couple Saviours, but it's dealt with." Rick reassured, but it clearly didn't calm Daryl down.

"Saviours did this? Who?" Daryl asked, glancing back and forth between you, Rick and Maggie.

"The Saviours have all left, gone back to Sanctuary. It doesn't matter." Rick tried to say, but Daryl shook his head.

"It does."

"Guys can I talk to Daryl for a few minutes alone?" You asked, Rick and Maggie both nodding as they walked out the infirmary, leaving Daryl standing beside you with a angry yet worried expression. "Hey, hey, look at me. I'm okay, it was just a shot to the leg. I've had worse, you know that."

"Doesn't make it right though." Daryl muttered and you nodded, but didn't say anything else as Daryl took a seat on the chair beside your bed.

"Oceanside's been takin' the Saviours and killin' 'em. They said Arat was the last one..." Daryl trailed off, clearly trying to find the right words.

"But?"

"Maggie wants to kill Negan, then it's over." Daryl answered and you knew there was no point asking him if that's what he wanted as well because you knew it was and you wanted that too.

"Alright, so what's the plan?"

"She's gonna go back to Hilltop, get some supplies and then go to Alexandria and do it." Daryl explained, but you shook your head, no way would that work.

"Rick won't let her just stroll in and kill him." You replied and Daryl nodded in agreement.

"I was gonna stay back and when Rick gets wind of it, I'll give him a lift on the bike, but won't take him there." Daryl said as you gave him a questioning look. "Rick will be pissed, but I'll handle it. Now what's happenin' with you? Rick said you're goin' back to Hilltop."

"Yeah, more of a reliability out here than anything. Enid said I should rest so I figured I'd go back to Hilltop. Catch up with Paul and help with Hershel." You explained, glancing over at Daryl noticing he was biting his thumb which was a habit he'd do whenever he's worried or anxious.

"I can go with ya, if ya want?"

"No, it's okay. Maggie needs you here to distract Rick. Once it's over and that bridge is finished, then everything can go back to normal." You replied and Daryl sighed, but nodded in agreement knowing you were right. Once Negan was dead, everything would go back to how it used to be. 

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Sorry it’s taken longer to post this chapter, I’ve been on night shift all week and I’m so exhausted, but only one more shift before I have a four day break so the next chapter will be up quicker, I promise. 

Anyway, i’m sure you all know what is going to happen in the next few chapters, so stay tuned. But, until next time stay safe everyone and have a great day xx

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THIS MEANS WAR (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary: It’s been nearly two years since the war with the Saviours ended. You and Daryl now ran the Sanctuary together and for once life was starting to look good. However, little did you know, your whole world was going to come crashing down around you very soon and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Jesus’ Twin Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Blood, guts, language (just usual twd warnings) violence

Chapter 4-

"So, these assholes just get a free pass? Is that it?" Daryl questioned angrily, throwing his hands up in frustration and you sighed, rubbing your face with your hands.

You, Daryl, Rick and Carol had been having this conversation for nearly 10 minutes and you just seemed to be going around in circles.

"It's just a few more days. I don't like it either, but we're in a rush to get that work done. They're strong. The Saviours are over half the workforce, and we've had too many walk off already." Rick responded, referring to the Saviours who had just disappeared recently.

You had no idea why they seemed to be slowly disappearing one after the other, but you couldn't give two shits about it either. One less Saviour to worry about was all you could think about. 

"Yeah. 'Cause that's who they are. Some of 'em ain't ever gonna fall in line, just 'cause ya say so." Daryl muttered as he paced the small area inside the tent while you turned back towards Rick and Carol who were standing near the meeting table.

"Daryl's right. These people have never had to live together. And we can't expect them to just forget what's happened." Carol added and you nodded in agreement.

"I know. It won't be, not for a while, but it's not about forgetting. It's about moving ahead, all of us, together. We keep doing that, they'll see we're all on the same side." Rick replied glancing between you and Carol as Daryl turned around facing the three of you.

"Are we, though? Are we on the same side, Rick?" Daryl questioned, staring at the other man.

"Well, you tell me."

"Thing is man, I've been tryin' to. But ya don't seem to wanna hear it." Daryl answered, his voice calmer as he stared at Rick for a few seconds before he walked out the tent. Well, that went well.

"Daryl." Rick called after him, but he didn't turn around as he continued walking off.

"I'll go talk to him." Carol says, glancing over at you and you nodded, watching as she walked out the tent before you turned back to Rick standing on the other side of the table.

"It's complicated. It's been different since Gregory, maybe since before that." Rick tried explaining, shaking his head and you knew he was stressing over everything.

"You should talk to him." You said softly nodding towards the door of the tent, but Rick shook his head.

"And say what?"

"Rick, you're my best friend and I love you like a brother, you know that. I get what you're trying to do here, it's the right thing. But maybe for some of them, they're just not ready for it." You said shrugging your shoulders as you stared at Rick.

You honestly had no idea if this whole thing with the Saviours would ever settle down, if everyone could one day live together in peace, but you weren't about to say that to him, he already had so much on his mind.

"I've been with you since the start, before we even met anyone else and you know I will stick with you through anything, but you gotta talk to Daryl. He thinks you're not listening to him anymore and I know you're not doing it on purpose, there's so much shit going on, but... just try and hear him out, please?"

"I know... I know." Rick sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as you gave him a small smile before walking out the tent.

You didn't know how to help Rick or Daryl at the moment, so you figured you'd might as well go to the logging site, at least there you could help.

Working at the logging site was quieter than working at the bridge. There were only a handful of you guys there cutting and stacking the large wooden logs. Most of them Saviours, but Aaron was there as well and gave you a friendly wave when you arrived.

You spotted Jed standing on top of the stacks of logs, a fresh bandage wrapped over his nose that Enid must have done for him and you smiled.

You tried to stay clear of Jed as you picked up a handsaw from the ground and began sawing away at the branches and twigs sticking off the logs, knowing you needed clean straight logs for the bridge.

Daryl eventually showed up and began sawing the logs with you. It was nice just the two of you working together, until Aaron called for your help with lifting another wooden log up on top the large stack of them.

Just as your were about to go and help him you saw Jed standing on top of the log pile that Aaron was talking about. Great this was going to fun.

"He hurts ya again, I'm gonna kill him." Daryl muttered glaring in Jed's direction as you rolled your eyes.

"I can take care of myself, I'll be back in a minute." You replied as you stuck your saw into the log so nobody could step on it before walking over to Aaron and another Saviour who were tying rope around the log they wanted to move.

"Can you climb up those logs with Jed? That way you two can pull the log up with the rope while we'll push from the bottom." Aaron instructed, but you didn't miss the small look he shot at you which meant 'don't start another fight'. You nodded and within seconds you were standing on top of the stack of logs beside Jed.

"On three. One. Two. Three." Aaron shouted as you began pulling at the rope like you had done a million times before with all the other stacks of logs. But, every time it shocked you with how heavy one log was, even with four of you trying to lift it.

"A herd's comin'! Bug out now!" Daryl's voice suddenly shouted and your eyes locked with Aarons for a split second, panic spread across the mans face.

"We nearly got it, keep going!" You yelled, knowing it would be quicker to get the log up onto the stack rather than slowly lowering it back down onto the ground.

Without warning, Jed suddenly let go of his rope, jumping down from the stack.

"No!" You screamed quickly wrapping the rope around your hand, trying to pull his end up as well, but you weren't strong enough as the log suddenly fell to the ground, taking you with it.

Sudden pain erupted through your head as your forehead slammed against the log when it hit the ground. You instantly felt blood dripping down between your eyes from the cut it caused.

Your vision turned blurry for a few seconds and you feared you were going to pass out before it quickly cleared and that's when you saw Aaron's arm pinned under the log as Daryl and the other Saviours tried lifting it off.

"Go! Get out of here!" You heard Aaron try to shout, but you shook your head. No way in hell were you going to leave him behind.

"Jed! Use the axe as a leaver while the rest of you push! I got the walkers." You yelled, stumbling to get to your feet as you pulled your machete out from your belt. You didn't miss the panicked look Daryl sent your way, but there was no time for discussion.

You ran towards the herd of walkers that were getting way to close to the men on the ground and started taking them out. There were too many walkers for you to take on alone, you knew that. But, you didn't have a choice. You needed to buy them as much time as possible to get Aaron free.

Walker after, after walker, after walker, you slashed with your machete, slicing through their rotten skulls before moving onto the next. Suddenly, you caught a glimpse of Rick and the others all running towards you and the herd. Thank God.

"We got this. Get him back to camp." Rick shouted as you glanced over your shoulder and you sighed with relief realising they had gotten Aaron free before you turned back to the walkers and continued taking them out.

You fought for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes before the last walker finally dropped as everyone scanned the area, making sure there weren't anymore.

"Everyone alright?" Rick questioned as you looked up for the first time realising how many people were actually here.

Rick, Carol, Ezekiel, Alden, Gabriel, Ann, Diane, Beatrice, Cyndie and many more all standing around the walkers bodies, everyone glancing at one another making sure nobody was bit.

"Shit, Y/N." Rick suddenly said, walking over to you in concern as he stared at the deep gash on your forehead along with all the now dry blood down the middle of your face, but you knew it probably looked worse than it was.

"That definitely needs stitches." Alden commented with a grimace as he walked over to the two of you, but you shook your head at the former Saviour.

"Enid needs to focus on helping Aaron, I'm fine. Lets start piling the bodies and burning them before the whole site starts to smell like rotten flesh." You responded, glancing around at the group of people who were now all staring at you before they all quickly got to work and began piling up the walkers.

You noticed Carol walk off back in the direction of camp, but you figured she was going to check on Daryl and Aaron.

"Y/N." Rick said softly, nodding his head for you to come over to him while the others moved the bodies. "One of the sirens didn't go off to redirect the herd, they weren't meant to come through here."

"Who was meant to sound the second siren?" You asked, knowing Jerry worked the first siren, but you weren't sure who had the job of the second siren, but by the look on Rick's face you could tell it was one of the Saviours.

"Justin. Carol has gone back to camp to speak to him now." Rick answered and you shook your head in disbelief. Of course it was his fault, you should have guessed that.

"We'll deal with it later, lets clear these walkers and call it a day?" Rick suggested grabbing your shoulder as you looked over at him with a nod before the two of you started helping the others.

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By the time you got back to camp the sun was already setting. You stayed back at the lumber site, while Rick and most the others called it a night and went back to camp.

It was only you, Diane and Alden left as you finished burning the last pile of walkers before the three of you collected any axes and saws on the ground before making your way back to camp as well.

People were sitting out by multiple camp fires and inside tents as they all chatted happily amongst each other. You spotted a couple of the Saviours by the fires joining in as you walked along the outskirts of the camp, knowing it was quicker to get to the infirmary tent that way.

"You need to keep your dog on his leash." Justin yelled, spotting you walking past his tent, but you didn't bother to respond as you continued walking past.

"Hey! Your bitch of a boyfriend damn near killed me over nothing." He shouted as he followed you before you suddenly stopped and turned around, noticing fresh stitches over his cheek bone and you knew Daryl must have punched him again.

"Over nothing? You had one fucking job! And now people are hurt because of you! Daryl had every right to punch you. He should have hit you harder to try knock some sense into that tiny brain of yours." You snapped, taking a step towards him in anger when suddenly Rick appeared.

"What's going on here?"

"Trying to tell this dumb bitch to keep her boyfriend in check. He nearly killed me over nothing!" Justin complained throwing his hands in the air in frustration as Rick's eyes glanced over you for a second before he turned back to Justin, walking over to him.

"I know you. See, I used to be a cop. And every Saturday night, I'd pick up some dipshit like you and have to listen to him run his mouth in the back of my car, every one of them trying to blame someone else for their own damn problems." Rick began saying before Justin cut him off.

"I don't need to listen to this."

"Wrong. You're gonna stand there and listen to every word." Rick stated as he took a step to the left, blocking the man from walking past as he stared at him. "Now, I gave you the benefit of the doubt. That is done. Now, you pack your shit and get out of here first thing in the morning. If I see your face again, stitches won't fix what I do to you." He threatened, pointing towards the other mans face before he shook his head.

"Wouldn't stay if you begged me. I'm not waiting till morning, either." He responded, already walking off in the other direction.

Finally, Rick was starting to listen to Daryl. Justin should have been dealt with a long time ago, but better late than never.

"You still haven't gone to the infirmary yet?" Rick asked taking in the dry blood still on your face.

"Was just about to head there now, heard anything about Aaron? Is he gonna be okay?" You asked worriedly as the two of you began walking towards the infirmary tent.

You hadn't see what injuries the man had gotten from the log, but you knew it wouldn't be good. If that log landed on his head, he would have been dead instantly.

"I don't know, all I know is that Enid had to amputate his arm." Rick answered and your eyes went wide with shock.

If only you were stronger, then you might have been able to hold the log up just a little bit longer giving him time to get out the way. But, you weren't and as soon as Jed let go you didn't stand a chance and now Aaron had lost an arm.

As the two of you walked into the infirmary your eyes instantly landed on the infirmary bed to find Aaron lying on top under a few blankets, his left arm amputated from the elbow down.

Daryl was sitting on a chair beside him while Enid stood by the door to the tent, watching over her patient. You could see Daryl staring at you in concern obviously having not seen the cut on your forehead when the whole thing went down, but you just nodded slightly indicating that you were alright as you walked over the bed.

"Well done. He's gonna be alright?" You heard Rick ask from behind you as you knelt down beside Aaron, your forearms resting on the edge of his bed. You could feel tears building up in your eyes as you took in how pale the man was.

"Yeah. If we can keep the wound from getting infected. But he's still in a lot of pain." Enid answered and you sighed with relief.

"He's still holdin' on though." Daryl commented as you felt Aaron move slightly on the bed.

"Damn right I am." He mumbled weakly, his eyes still closed as you smiled sadly before Daryl stood up from the chair beside you, allowing Rick to sit down.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you. We were all supposed to be working together. I thought we were." Rick began saying as Aaron opened his eyes weakly looking up at Rick.

"You couldn't have known." He replied and Rick sighed, shaking his head.

"I've been pushing everyone hard. I know I have. I put this project first and you paid the price." Rick continued, glancing down at you before focusing back on Aaron.

"It was worth it. When the dead started to rise... I thought I was seeing the end of everything. But you changed all that, Rick. It's not the end of the world anymore. It's the start of a whole new one. I'll always be glad I was here to be a part of that." Aaron responded, his voice still weak but he kept his eyes on the man next to him as Rick rested his hand on Aarons chest giving him a sad nod before he left the infirmary.

"In the morning I will take you back to Alexandria, get Sidiqi to make sure everything is okay and to get you some antibiotics so it doesn't get infected. I'll organise for one of the babysitters at Alexandria to help with Gracie and everything, so don't worry about her. Just get some rest alright? I'll be back in the morning." You explained quietly as Aaron gave you small smile.

"Thank you, Y/N." He mumbled and you nodded, standing up from the ground as you turned around towards Daryl and Enid who both nodded at you to come over to them.

"Sit down, I'll get this cleaned up. You should have came to me sooner, this is a nasty cut." Enid said softly, not wanting to wake Aaron who was now asleep again as Daryl rested his hand on your shoulder, placing a gentle kiss the side of your head.

Enid began cleaning and stitching the wound with stitching tap since it had stopped bleeding a while she didn't need to use actual stitches apparently. You just let her do whatever she thought needed to be done. You didn't know much about this stuff and you trusted the young girl.

That night you and Daryl stayed in the infirmary, not wanting Aaron to be alone as the two of you slept in the wooden chairs on the othersider of the room.

The next morning you and Rick took Aaron back to Alexandria. Rick wanted to head home for the day to spend time with Judith and Michonne and you made a promise to Aaron.

It felt weird riding through the front gates of Alexandria. You were sitting beside Rick in the horse cart while Aaron laid in the back of the cart, asleep again. You hadn't been inside the community since after the war and you felt a shiver run down your spin as you remembered Negan was inside the walls of this town.

You helped Rick take Aaron into the infirmary, letting Siddiq take a proper look at him and hooking him up to an IV drip.

The good news was that Enid did a good job with the amputation, but Siddiq wanted to keep him in the infirmary for the next few days just to make sure.

"Aunt Y/N!" A young girl suddenly called causing you to turn around in confusion, but when you spotted a young girl with beautiful long curly blonde hair running through the door to the infirmary you instantly knew who it was.

You dropped down on one knee holding your arms out as Judith jumped into your arms, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Oh my gosh, you have grown up so much, Jude!" You responded, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, your hand cradling the back of her head as you held the young girl to your chest.

"I love you so much." You whispered as the little girl pulled away from you slightly, her hands coming up to your face.

"Why are you crying?" She asked in confusion causing you to laugh softly as a few tears spilled from your eyes.

"It's been a difficult few days." You answered with a sad smile as she rubbed away the tears on your cheeks.

"Uncle Daryl wouldn't want you to be sad." Judith replied as she grabbed the corners of your mouth and pushed them up into a smile. She was too pure for this cruel world, Judith deserved so much better than this world.

"Come on, let's go find your mum and dad." You said after a few seconds grabbing the little girls hand as you walked out the infirmary in search of Rick or Michonne.

"There she is! Judith, don't run off without our permission." Michonne yelled as you turned around to find her and Rick walking over to you.

"Sorry, I found Aunt Y/N." She apologised staring up at you with big brown puppy dog eyes before looking over at her parents.

"I was just going to sort out a babysitter for Gracie while Aaron is out of action for a while and then I was going to head back to the camp." You informed looking back at Rick and Michonne.

"Don't worry about it, I've already got everything sorted. Aaron and Gracie will be well looked after." Michonne replied and you sighed with relief. You didn't want Aaron having to worry about Gracie while he was recovering, but you were glad Michonne was usually in Alexandria so she could keep an eye on everything. That was one less thing to worry about. 

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Another chapter is up, sorry for the slight delay work has really just hit me and I’m looking forward to my 3 days off next week after my night shifts are finished (going camping at the beach with my family and I m so excited) 

Anyway, I hope you all liked this chapter, I would love to hear your thoughts about it below. But until next time stay safe everyone and have a great day xx

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