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A New Kind Of Evil - daryl dixon x grimes!reader

summary: after escaping terminus, and you are reunited with the group. the piece and quiet doesn’t last long as the actions you had to take while fending for yourself catch up with you putting everyone in danger.

TW; big tw for this one! torture, pain, slight age gap, abuse, mentions of sa and rape (similar to the line up) don’t read if these things effect you!!!!

reader is Ricks 27 year old niece.

let me know if you’d be interested in a part 2?

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relief thats all you felt in that moment. back with your family and your boyfriend after being alone since the prison fell. but with the help of your uncle and boyfriend daryl you had become a good survivor. finally at piece and safe, in daryl’s arms, your family and friends surrounding you as you’d all finished setting up camp for the night.

everyone was exhausted, daryl already half asleep beside you, the rest of your group close to falling asleep too. you were rejoiced to be with them all again, you were lucky. lucky to be alive. trying to just enjoy the feeling of being back in daryl’s arms you closed your eyes; but then the flashbacks came.

𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘮𝘶𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴. 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯.

𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯.

𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳.

“𝘰𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

sighing you turned over to face daryl burying your face into his chest, the sound of his heartbeat and the warmth radiating from him almost instantly calming you as he pulled you closer to his body as if needing you safe and close to him was automatic even in his sleep.

despite your age gap, and your uncle. you and daryl had surprisingly found a love for each-other, you were strong. but he made you stronger. and your uncle appreciated the fact if you were with someone, he’d want to be able to trust them with your life. and that someone had turned out to be daryl.

breathing in daryl’s musky scent which somehow brung you comfort you desperately tried falling asleep, god you needed it after escaping the horrors of terminus.

𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦.

“𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭” 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸.

𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

your hand gripping a handful of daryl’s shirt as if you were afraid of him disappearing, afraid of being alone again. rick really was right. fight the dead. fear the living. but now you really did fear the living. not just the living. but men. they were worse then walkers. more dangerous then walkers.

even before the apocalypse everyone had warned you of the horrors men would put woman through especially your uncle, with him being a cop he was overly cautious of the women in his life doing anything remotely dangerous. but now, there were no rules, it was a man’s world.

yet this group. you knew you were safe; daryl, rick, glenn, abraham, tyreese. even carl. you knew you were safe with them these were the few men that still had their morals intact. they were your family. glenn had become a brother to you since you’d met him and he had saved your uncle back in atlanta.

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺. 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥. 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯.

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘱. 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬.

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺. 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

“𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘦!” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱. 𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘦t 𝘭𝘰𝘰��𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘭. 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

the memory bringing tears to your eyes, he was the first person you’d killed. person. a human being. the fear of telling your family what had happened while you’d been separated consumed you. burying your face further into daryl. gripping his shirt tighter. trying to compose yourself.

“ya alright?” his hoarse voice startling you, letting go of his shirt and looking up into his tired eyes. the poor man was exhausted, this had been the first time since you’d all been separated he could actually let himself rest for a moment, yet you’d woken him up.

he didn’t care, he loved you. he would do anything for you. but the amount of affection you were giving him, gripping onto him, curling up into his body, trying to be as close to him as possible. was slightly unusual. especially while the group surrounded the two of you.

“yeah i just missed you..” you nodded brushing off his concern, and he nodded tightening his grip around your body, pulling you impossibly close to him.

“i missed ya too. try get some sleep. we on the move in the mornin’” he huffed pressing a kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes.

the short conversation having reminded you of how safe you were, how lucky you were. how nice it was to be back in his muscular arms. finally taking a deep breath and relaxing in his arms. closing your eyes, sleep finally took over.

the little barn you and the group had set up camp in providing enough safety and shelter for a few hours of peaceful sleep, the whole group falling into a sense of false safety as the exhaustion from recent events took over.

only to be rudely disrupted as you woke to the feeling of cold hard metal poking your back. a gun. your eyes shot open looking around the room seeing another group. men. one of them holding a gun to ricks head as rick nodded at you to stay quiet as the rest of your group stayed sleeping.

the guy holding the gun to your back silently ordering you to get up. your heart racing in disbelief. a part of you hoping this was all just a dream as you slowly got to your feet leaving daryl’s warmth. the man behind you grabbing the back of your shirt and pulling you beside rick.

looking at him, the panic in his eyes as he looked down at his sleeping children caused an intense feeling of nausea to rush through your body as you heard a grumble from where you’d previously been laying.

your eyes shot towards daryl’s lethargic form laid out on the floor. his hand brushing over where you had laid. he was a light sleeper, the lack of your presence waking him up.

from when he opened his eyes it only took a second for him to reach for the cross bow by his side and jumping to his feet, the look on his face one of pure anger as he caught sight of you and rick with guns to your heads. his crossbow raised towards the two men holding you and rick momentarily forgetting about the rest of their men surrounding the group. at least 16 of them.

“lay a hand on em’ an’ i swear-“ his southern accent laced with anger before he was cut off by one of the men dressed in black kicking daryl’s kneecap in causing a grunt of pain to come from the archers mouth as he doubled over in pain waking the rest of the group.

“try anything you’re all dead starting with this whore” the man behind you dragging you into the middle of the room by the back of your shirt, a grunt coming from you as he did, the barrel of the gun still against your head as your heart thumped painfully in your chest.

“guns in the middle! now!” he ordered, glenn glanced around the room knowing their chances of getting out of this using their firepower was slim. he was first, throwing his gun towards the man’s feet, the rest of the group following in defeat.

daryl’s eyes trained on you as his crossbow was kicked across the floor by one of the captors. his expression stern as one of the men collected the weapons that had been discarded before walking towards judith and carl.

“dont you dare.” you warned watching as tyreese cradled judith protectively in his arms only for the gun to be jabbed into your back as the man shifted his hand to your hair. pulling your head back against him.

against his grip you couldn’t see daryl anymore, but you heard a scuffle before the click of a gun warning him if he moved another inch he’d be dead. the air in the room was thick as you avoided looking at the man who had you so tightly in his grip. glancing at rick beside you his jaw clenched unable to do anything to help you, your eyes fearful as the man holding you yelled.

“everyone against the wall! i got a story to tell about a little whore” his voice echoed in the barn, glenn and Abraham turning to order the rest of the group to follow his orders to ensure everyone’s safety best they could. glenn finding his place against the wall as the man let go of your hair, head falling forward you looked between glenn and daryl with a look only glenn knew. he nodded changing his place against the wall to next to daryl.

the man beside you pushed your uncle to the floor closer to maggie, scrambling to his feet rick tried again assessing the situation only to see the rest of the man’s group forming a semi-circle around them, preventing any chances of rick and the group fighting back.

“see my little brother told me the other day he’d been keeping track of a beautiful young woman who he wanted. she’s got y/h/c coloured hair, and about this tall” he gestured towards you before describing your exact description to the group.

“i hadn’t heard from my brother in days. so what i go out looking for him! and what did i find hm?” he questioned you still firmly in his grip but talking to the group. daryl and rick both resisting their urges to punch the dark haired man.

“ask me! ask me what i found!” he yelled. his voice was full of anger. your heart racing. hearing Abraham ask him what he found. his voice almost mimicking the anger in your captors voice.

“his body! he was going to have his fun with you!” he spat pulling your face level with his. daryl wanted to jump to your rescue but glenn was pleading him with him trying to get him to stay calm.

“look we can talk about this, no one needs to get hurt.” rick was quickly cut off by the man throwing you to the floor in the middle of the room.

“charlie! get me that chair!” he shouted to one of his men. you looked up from your position on the floor. trying to crawl over to daryl you wanted to take your chance.

only for your captor to turn around grabbing your hair. a shriek coming from your lips as he dragged you back into the middle, one of his men having placed a chair in the middle of the semi circle so your family could see.

he pulled you from the floor by your hair, pushing you on the chair. two of his men going to tie your wrists to the arms of the wooden chair. looking over to your uncle you could see the clench in his jaw as he stood helpless.

“i’m dean. that’s john” your captor gestured to the man stood beside him, the devilish smirk on his face evil.

“and the innocent man you killed! his name was max! i want you all to remember that” he watched your group intently trying to figure out which ones he could torment the most with you. he’d already noticed the way daryl had acted and how ever so often he went to step forward only for glenn to pull him back.

“innocent! he tried raping me!” you spat at the man’s feet, becoming overwhelmed with anger. you wanted his focus to be on you. not anyone else in the group. you couldn’t forgive yourself if anyone got hurt because of you.

“it’s a man’s world hunny. maybe i’ll for fill his dying wish.” he made you feel sick. the emotions you felt back in the woods that day coming rushing back at his words.

“you touch her an’ i’ll kill ya.” daryl threatened, your head instantly going towards him shaking your head not wanting anyone else to get hurt.

“ooo are you guys actually a thing?! that’s your boyfriend?” dean chuckled looking over at you in disbelief, panic rushing through your veins as you pulled at the rope that bound your wrists to the chair.

“what are you doing slumming around with him! he could be your dad!” deans men chuckling at his words, your face stern as you looked up at him bile rising in your throat.

“he’s what? like 40?” dean laughed taking the piss out of daryl, you huffed just wanting him to shut up and get on with whatever he was going to do.

“you’re in what? you’re 20s?” he looked back at daryl with a smirk.

“you like the young ones huh? you’re one creepy old man” dean chuckled, his men chuckling to themselves at his words. but they made you feel sick. you could see the anger in daryl’s face. he wanted to kill dean.

“just let tyreese take the kids. they don’t gotta see whatever you’re about to do” you stated trying not to show your emotions, you didn’t want him ti be able to tell you were scared. you didn’t want daryl or rick to know you were scared.

“if that’s your last wish. so be it. take them over there. charlie! go with them” he ordered, you watched his tyreese took carl and judith away from the semi circle the men had created to the other side of the barn. one of his men following.

the click of deans fingers has his men’s guns raised and aimed at the group in front of them. your mouth going dry as you witness the fear on your families faces. you noticed glenn whisper something to daryl before turning to look at abraham with a nod.

“now! let’s play a game! you can sit down you might need to! the aim of the game is! whoever reacts will either get there head put on a stick or get a front row seat when i kill this whore! so better stay quiet! don’t make a sound! my men will shoot every single one of you if anyone tries something.” he laughed, it made your blood run cold, your eyes immediately going to rick who nodded at you in an attempt to reassure you. looking over at glenn, your eyes pleading him to keep daryl silent.

you watched as the rest of the group looked between eachother, eugene falling to his knees in fear a few others deciding to join him on the floor; eugene, maggie, sasha, bob now all seated leaving the rest of them stood before the men with guns aimed high.

one of the men noticing a knife on daryl’s hip, he went to grab it your hushed voice calling daryl’s name catching his attention distracting him from punching the man taking his knife, his worried eyes focused on you.

“and you! stay quiet or it gets worse!” dean ordered gripping your chin, tilting your face up to look at him instead of daryl. your stomach filling with dread as one of deans men walked up with daryl’s knife handing it to dean.

letting go of your chin you looked at your uncle and mouthed ‘i’m gonna be okay.i love you” before turning to do the same to daryl only for him to shake his head. closing your eyes you took a deep breath as you heard what sounded like a fire crackling. turning your head you noticed they’d relit the fire your group had started to keep warm earlier on.

“put the probe on that fire. leave it till i say so.” your eyes widened in realisation, they weren’t just going to kill you. at least not yet. nausea now setting in as your tried to keep the tears at bay.

dean brought daryl’s knife to your clothed chest before ripping the top of your shirt revealing your chest and part of your covered breast. your heart beat so fast you could feel it pulsating in your ears. the sound of your own heart beat almost overwhelming.

“mm- i understand why my brother wanted you, and you really gave yourself to that old jackass over there” he used daryl’s knife to point at your boyfriend, you could visibly see the struggle on daryl’s face as he fought every urge in his body to charge at the dean.

the scowl on your face almost painful, showing anger instead of fear, in your desperate attempt to hide your fear. dean wondered around your chair, stopping behind you so everyone could see.

grabbing your hair he pulled your hair back, now forced to look at the ceiling. daryl’s knife now gently pressed against your chest. dean watched the reactions of your friends as he pushed the side of the knife against your chest just enough to draw blood, making you groan. he watched as he dragged the knife against your chest watching as your family struggled staying quiet.

“you don’t need to do this. we can talk. sort something out!” rick stepped forward trying to negotiate, his anger trying to take over. dean only pushed the knife harder into your skin.

“rick i’m good im fine” you reassured through gritted teeth, the pain in your chest not only from the slice of your boyfriends knife but from the almost crippling fear bubbling in your chest.

dean chuckled walking to your side knife still in hand before he balled up his fist. i’m a matter of seconds his fist connected with the side of your face a groan of pain coming from your mouth as daryl lunged forward only for glenn to pull him back.

“touch her again! i swear i’ll kill ya!” daryl struggled against glenn’s grasp as he pushed your boyfriend back against the wall. the pounding in your head too strong to focus on his words.

“daryl we’ll get her safely you just need to stay calm!” glenn whispered to daryl while holding him against the wall, glenn knew you wanted daryl to be safe. and glenn had a plan. he just needed a second to give rick the signal.

“get me the probe these people just don’t listen!” rick stepped back in realisation that he’d made it worse, the hopelessness he felt almost debilitating.

one man walking back from the fire, a metal probe with an x on the end burning a bright red from the fire, handing the metal stick over to dean you held your breath as he waved the the red ended stick of metal infront of your family.

“where should i brand her? that pretty little forehead? or you? daryl?” dean waved the probe infront of your boyfriends face tormenting him, you could feel the anger radiating from your boyfriends body as he looked at dean through his overgrown fringe.

“what about i brand her somewhere only you are supposed to see? infront of all my men, and your people. wouldn’t that be fun!” you could see daryl’s hand balling up into a fist as glenn put his hand on daryl’s shoulder. glenn needed to keep him calm.

dean turned back to you chuckling, walking towards you your chest tightened in fear as you looked at daryl and mouthed ‘i love you’ to him again. you just needed him to know that if these were your last moments

dean moved behind you once again pulling the back of your shirt down to revel the top of your back, your eyes lingered on your uncle before looking back at your boyfriend as you tried bracing yourself for excruciating pain. but nothing could’ve prepared you for that.

the burning piece of metal pushed against your back making a loud piercing scream leave your lips as you could feel your skin melting around the metal. the pain indescribable, like nothing you’d ever felt before.

your scream broke daryl’s heart. he was supposed to protect you. that scream would be something he would never forget. it now permanently stuck in his memory as he heard you cry and the sound of the piece of metal leaving its position on your back your skin coming off with it. sobs now echoed in the room, as the pain became too much, your head pounding, your chest and back burning. you wanted daryl you needed him.

the scream that came from your lips shocked the group, pain rushing through there body’s. ricks head falling to the side as he stared through dean, his anger taking over. glenn looked to the side where tyreese had gone off too, seeing tyreese there he smirked and nodded before he looked at Abraham them both quickly nodding.

tyreese fired the gun he’d taken from the man who’d gone with him, his gunfire proving enough of a distraction for the group.

the group jumped into action. Abraham and glenn rushing to the back of the semi circle. deans men hesitated firing because of tyreeses distraction. just long enough for glenn and abraham to disarm the men. daryl, rick, carol, michonne, rosita and tara rushing to kill the other men.

grabbing her sword from the floor michonne rushed towards tara and rosita taking the heads of the two men they were fighting. daryl crushing a man’s head under his boot. glenn and Abraham then held guns at the remaining men fighting the rest of the group.

daryl turned facing rick who had dean against the wall, his elbow up to his neck. grabbing hold of deans jacket he pulled him away from rick his fist colliding with deans face making him fall too the floor. daryl saw red, climbing on top of the man his fist continued colliding with his face. forgetting his surroundings daryl took his anger out despite glenn calling his name.

glenn and michonne cutting the restraints off your wrists as glenn tried getting daryl’s attention but he couldn’t focus on anything but the man who’d hurt you. the man he so desperately wanted to kill. rick tried pulling daryl’s body away from the man, but it wasn’t daryl he was on autopilot.

“daryl stop. please” the pain in your broken voice as you fought of sobs the only thing breaking daryl’s trance. his heaving lungs burning as he pulled himself off dean and rushing to your side. rick following him.

“i’m sorry sweethear’” he huffed scanning your body convincing himself you really were alive. you were okay. you were there with him. you reached for his body and he accepted, pulling you into him. despite the excruciating pain you just needed to be in his arms. tears spilling down your cheeks as you clung to him.

“we gotta go. we gotta find somewhere to treat her wounds we don’t know if more of them are coming” rick ordered. daryl nodded and the two men helped you to your feet.

“are you alright kid?” your uncle asked. you nodded trying to get yourself together, you didn’t want to look weak yet the pain was overwhelming as you leaned against daryl.

your arm over daryl’s shoulders as his arm supported your waist, you hobbled out of the barn wincing as you moved, your whole body aching. you thought you were safe in there. safe from them. you hadn’t even told them what happened while you we’re separated now you had to.

daryl noticed you wince with every step you took, throwing his crossbow over his shoulder so it rested on his back he bent over his other arm going under your knees and lifted you into his arms trying to be careful not to hurt you.

he followed rick, the group surrounding you keeping a look out for more of deans men and walkers as they searched for another camp, you wrapped your arms around daryl’s neck and buried your face into his neck as your tears finally slowed, your blood pouring down your chest now spilling onto daryl as the pain just seemed to get worse, and your head only seemed to get fuzzier, everything was spinning.

“daryl- you’re spinning” your voice was weak and sent a panic through daryl’s body, his grip on your body tightened as he told you to stay awake.

“rick” daryl’s southern accent showing more with the panic he felt, your uncle turning at the panicked voice of his best friend.

“we gotta find somewhere quick she’s not doin’ good” daryl continued rick nodded leading the group further hoping to find somewhere to set up camp and safely treat your wounds.

“stay awake y/n come on baby” he gently shook you in his arms in an attempt to make you stay awake but it was no use you’d already passed out.

he held you tightly as his heart pounded in his chest, biting his lip to hide the fact it was trembling he kept walking following rick loosing track of time, his brain was focused on you needing you to be okay.

a few hours passed before they finally found a small cabin deep in the woods, rick and glenn checked the cabin for walkers before letting the rest of the group in, daryl rushed to the couch, gently laying you down.

glenn and maggie desperately searching through their bags for medical supplies as bob rushed to your side he pulled a bottle of water from his pack and washed out the wounds on your chest as glenn passed him some gauze, daryl, rick and carl anxiously watching over him. bob pressed the gauze to your chest before examining the wounds.

“she needs stitches. someone look for a needle and thread something i can use.” bob ordered, the rest of the group going to search the house.

“dad is she going to be okay?” carl questioned anxiety lacing his voice, rick turned to his son trying to keep himself together.

“yeah why don’t you go help tyreese with judith okay?” carl nodded before turning away to find tyreese, rick and daryl shared an unsure look as daryl tried to hold back his emotions but they were so strong.

“daryl help me move her on her side keep the gauze on her chest. i need to look at that burn.” daryl nodded biting his lip as he gently helped bob move you, his hand keeping the gauze pressed against your chest. getting a glance of the wound on your back made him wince it made his heart ache seeing you hurt like this.

glenn rushed back into the room after finding a needle and some thread and bob got to work, after cleaning your burn he wrapped it with gauze before returning to your chest. daryl and rick painfully waited. an hour passed and bob had finally finished patching up your wounds.

“we should probably stay here a day or two let her rest and heal before we start moving again. get her to drink some water when she wakes up” bob explained to the two men left in the room, the rest of the group splitting up into groups after exploring the house and getting ready to sleep in certain rooms.

daryl sat on the edge of the couch next to you as rick sat across from him in a chair, the both of them looking down at you.

“she’s going to be alright she’s a fighter” rick reassured, daryl nodded muttering a quick yeah. rick could feel the guilt radiating off of him.

“it’s not your fault daryl” rick knew his best friend well enough to know the survivors guilt that plagued him. daryl just huffed at ricks words.

“we both know i wasn’t happy when i found out about you two. but i realised if i wasn’t here there wouldn’t be anyone else i’d trust looking after her but you. and you proved that to me tonight. i’m glad she has you.. brother” daryl looked over at rick his permanent scowl faulted for a second as he accepted ricks words. it was true, there wasn’t anything daryl wouldn’t do to protect you. but that didn’t mean he didn’t still blame himself.

“i’ll look after her” daryl nodded. rick smiled standing up and walking over to daryl. they were brothers, after everything they went through together rick was happy for you both.

“yeah i know you will.. i’m gonna go check on carl stay with her” daryl nodded muttering a ‘of course’ before rick left the room and he was left alone with his thoughts. he sighed looking down at you he just needed you to be okay.

another hour passed and he hadn’t moved from his seated position next to you, everyone else in the small house had fallen back to sleep. but not him. his thoughts plagued him. what if he’d lost you? he couldn’t have lived with himself.

looking down at his hands he huffed bringing one of his hands up to his face, rubbing his face your scream from earlier echoed in his ears making his chest tighten, his heart ached for you. he wished it was him in that laying unconscious and not you.

your eyes fluttered open seeing his head in his hand you could feel the pain in the air. it had taken everything in him not to cry, yet now tears were forming. pain rushed through your body as you tried reaching him with your hand, a wince left your lips his attention instantly shifting to you. a look of relief lacing his features as he looked over at you.

“you’re awake, how do ya feel? want me to get bob?” he questioned and you shook your head, you didn’t need bob. you needed him. you needed daryl.

“it hurts” you winced trying to sit up, daryl stopped you instantly panic overwhelming his features once again not wanting you to hurt yourself further.

“rest, here drink” he passed you his bottle which you gratefully took, taking a few sips you handed it back to him, before carefully moving over trying to make some room on the couch.

“what are ya doin’? ya need to stop movin’” he ordered, anxiety showing in his voice. his tough guy act falling instantly when it comes to you.

“you need to sleep too, i’m making room for you” you explained trying to move over again only for him to stop you.

“nah” he stated bluntly.

“i’m takin’ the floor.” you shook your head at his words. no you needed him to be with you. you needed the comfort he gave you. you were still in shock.

“no you’re not i need you” he shook his head as he stood up taking his leather jacket off to scrunch it into a ball to make a pillow.

“if you’re on the floor so am i because i need you daryl please” looking into your pleading eyes he couldn’t say no. he sighed talking his jacket and laying it over your body before squeezing himself onto the couch that was too small for him let alone the both of you.

carefully you move onto your side so he could have more room he tried stopping you but you didn’t listen your head going to lay on his chest as his arm laid under you his forearm up against the back of the couch scared to let his arm rest on your back he didn’t want to make your pain any worse.

“i’m not gonna break d” he sighed his arm gently going around you careful not to touch where the burn was located. daryl didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know how to express what he wanted so the two of you laid in a comfortable silence for a while. until finally he broke the silence.

“why didn’t ya tell me what happened when we were separated?” he questioned, you sighed debating on whether you should tell the truth or not. the silence lingered for a minute longer before you replied.

“i didn’t want anyone to think differently of me” the truth, you chose the truth. you could feel his chest move as he took a deep breath.

“i wouldn’t, nothin’ would make me think differently of ya.. i love ya..” that was the first times you’d heard him say that, the first time he’d ever said those exact three words. he’d shown his love for you but he hadn’t said those words and it warmed your heart.

“i love you too daryl” a smile tugged at your lips at his words. you loved him so much. the smile on your lips didn’t last long as the silence returned and you assumed he’d fallen asleep. but the memories of the night came rushing back, the pain, the fear. the fear you felt in the woods that night. the look on daryl’s face. glenn’s face. ricks face.

tears pricked your eyes again as you felt everything rushing back sniffling you tried cuddling closer to daryl, his smell and his warmth always bringing you comfort and making you feel safe. but this time you still felt that fear that panic.

“are ya alright darlin’?” his voice was softer then normal, he was worried. he was scared. he just wanted you to be okay. he had so many things he wanted to say to you but he didn’t know how to.

“yeah, i just-“ tears spilling down your cheeks cut you off once again, daryl pulled you into his chest gently pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“talk to me. let me try help” he offered, him just being him, being caring somehow made you feel more emotional. you couldn’t explain why. it just did.

“i don’t want to be weak. i feel weak.” you heard him scoff from beneath you, showing too much emotion in this world made people think you were weak. even though that wasn’t the case, you just couldn’t admit it.

“yer not weak. not one bit.” he reassured pressing another kiss to the top of your head, you sighed and continued;

“what happened in the woods that day.. it almost happened twice. i got away, but he chased me and got me again. it was so close daryl, he was so close. one more minute and he would’ve been” daryl cut you off shaking his head.

“but he didn’t. ya got him. i’m sorry i wasn’t there” he huffed his hand reaching for yours that was resting on his chest.

“i didn’t even know if you were alive. every second i was out there i was scared. not for me. for you. then tonight. what he was saying to you, i thought he was going to do something to you. or something infront of you.. i’ve never felt like that before” tears now pooling in your eyes as a small sob left your lips he gently tightened his grip on your body careful not to hurt you his thumb gently rubbing the soft skin of your hand.

“oh baby girl” his voice was almost silent, like he didn’t want you to hear his words. he wasn’t a fan of pet names. he’d call you darlin’ or doll every so often but never once had he called you that. it made you feel fuzzy. he hadn’t even meant too, it just came out. but it brought you comfort as you cried.

“i was scared too. it’s okay t’ be scared. i was terrified. what he was sayin�� the things he said bout ya. i felt helpless alright? if he’d done what i thought he was gonna. i wouldn’t have been able to live with myself. but he didn’t, glenn saved ya.” daryl explained, he wasn’t good with his emotions. explaining how he feels but he wanted you too know being scared doesn’t make you weak, it makes you human.

“it wasn’t just glenn. it was all of you. you carried me all the way back here. you’re helping me now..” letting go of daryl’s hand you wiped some of the tears from your face but they just kept coming. you couldn’t stop, all your feelings coming out now. and the honesty of your boyfriend warming your heart.

“if he’d done anything to any one of you.. while i was in that chair i thought about if i’d just let it happen in the woods. none of it would’ve happened. the kids were there. i’m just glad no one else got hurt” you sniffed, you could feel daryl shake his head.

“don’t say that shit. ain’t yer fault.” his words made you go silent for a minute as your tears slowed taking in the fact you were still alive. and that no one else was hurt.

the moment of silence was comfortable, it always was with daryl. it was nice not to have to be in constant conversation. it was nice to have a minute to calm down and realise everything was okay now.

but for him the silence was much more, he could hear your scream. it burnt a hole in his heart. it physically made his chest tighten and the hairs on the back of his neck stand tall. emotion washing over him. he hated it, he didn’t like to seem vulnerable but he was also trying to show you that your comment about being weak was stupid. so he let some of his emotions out, it wasn’t really a choice but he convinced himself otherwise.

“i shoulda heard em come in. i shoulda stayed on watch. don’t ever say that shit. it ain’t your fault. i should be the one in pain right now not ya. i care about ya, seeing ya in pain like that-“ he couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence, his breath getting caught in his throat. he’d never been good at communicating his emotions and this conversation was one of the first times you’d spoken more in detail. hearing his voice crack made you shift. wincing as you did. looking up at him, his face etched with sadness as you noticed the tears pooling in his eyes.

“daryl” your voice cracked seeing him like that over you, he couldn’t get your scream out of his head. it was playing on repeat reminding him how he couldn’t protect you. a small sob leaving his lips as he caught sight of you looking over at him.

“i’m sorry” a tear sliding down his cheek as his unsteady voice wavered, moving one of your hands you brushed his hair from his face revealing more of his beautiful blue eyes.

“for what? you didn’t do anything baby” his lip quivered as he contemplated telling you, you had a feeling you knew what he was going to say. it was daryl after all. he wanted to protect everyone especially you.

“i couldn’t protect you.” you knew he’d been suffering with survivors guilt but he’d never explicitly spoken to you about it. now you could see it really effect him, guilt plagued him, guilt from merle, all the other people the group had lost and now this. you’d been asleep in his arms, he thought everything was okay, safe. and in a matter of minutes you went from being in the safety of his arms to being tortured infront of him. and there was nothing he could do to stop it until tyreese came up with a distraction.

“daryl, it’s not your fault. you did exactly what i needed you to do. you stayed alive. then you all saved me. you saved my life d. you’ve saved my life so many times.” his loving blue eyes stared deeply into yours, he could barely understand his feelings but he knew he loved you, he knew you meant everything to him. and anything that happened to you it physically hurt him, hurt him to see you in pain to see you upset.

you gently pressed a kiss to his lips which he gratefully returned, kissing you back gently he wasn’t used to physical touch, sometimes it made him uncomfortable but in that moment he wanted nothing more than to have you in his arms holding you close.

you gently deepened the kiss, he followed letting you take control. he was terrified of hurting you. when you tried shifting position to make kissing him easier he stopped you breaking the kiss.

“i don’t wanna hurt ya. jus’ rest. ya need it” he whispered leaning his forehead against yours, his voice was almost desperate. he just needed you to be okay.

“i love you daryl” you whispered pressing a quick kiss to his lips before resting your head back into his chest. he pressed a kiss to your head and relaxed his head back on the couch.

“ i love ya too. get some sleep” you nodded exhaustion finally taking over. clinging to his shirt you relaxed finally giving into sleep in the comfort daryk brought you.

daryl sighed, his brain thinking about how different everything could’ve gone, what he could’ve done differently. and what dean was saying, those words. your scream. it kept him up all night.

i know this is a really long one! it’s shit too. but i was thinking of doing a part two when they get to alexandria and maybe daryl pulls away from the reader not wanting to kiss her or do anything sexual because he’s terrified of hurting her. and he’s insecure of his age compared to yours, deans words playing on repeat in his head. then maybe you both talk and some fluffy sex? would anyone be interested in that? or maybe without the smut!

#twd #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead masterlist #daryl x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon requests #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon x grimes!reader

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celtic-crossbow · 14 days

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Since you said you were looking at requests could you please do something with Dom Daryl with overstimulation, breeding, and cockwarming? Maybe after the savior war trying to get pregnant or any later seasons Daryl? It’s almost 6:30 in the morning so those are just the prompts that came to me first, anything you write with them will be wonderful, thank you 🩷

If I get a Little Prettier, Can I be Your Baby?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Alexandria (post Savior's War)

Warnings: Poorly written smut; p in v; cockwarming; forced orgasms; overstimulation; a hint of breeding, I guess? A/N: This request has been sitting in my inbox for weeks. Gods, I am so sorry for making you wait! I'm even more sorry that I was all over the place with this so I hope it's just good at all. I tried, Anon! I promise!

“S’the matter? Thought ya wanted this?”

Daryl was sitting against the headboard, just as bare as you. You straddled his hips, stretched around his cock and had been for—well, you weren’t sure. He had kept you there, softening slightly every once in a while only to press a thumb against your swollen clit to quickly bring you to orgasm. Your convulsing walls brought him to fully hard within seconds. You’d lost count of how many times he’d done it, sometimes not even needing the stimulation. He would be throbbing with just as much need inside of you and still worked at you until you came, shuddering and whimpering his name like a mantra.

“Please, Daryl, I need—”

“Ya need to sit there ‘til I say diff’rent.” His voice was low, gravelly. Stern, even. You felt your cunt clench and his hips jerk. You were so sensitive, yet still craving him. He could work miracles with those fingers but being so full and stretched without feeling him drag along your inner walls was torture. He wasn’t cruel, never. There was a safe word in place, always, no matter who held the reins. Whether out of sheer stubbornness or overwhelming desire, neither of you had ever used it.

“Yes, sir.” You breathed. Your fingers were splayed over his stomach, his muscles twitching with each miniscule movement you made, though you tried to sit stone still.

The battle with the Saviors had been won. Negan was imprisoned. Alexandria was being rebuilt. Everyone was working together and there was, for at least the time being, a feeling of relative peace and safety. While you had never officially married, you had become Mrs. Dixon in every way except on paper, and that didn’t seem to matter much in those days. You and Daryl had talked about a family before, but always seemed to find some reason to deny yourselves. His worries of becoming his father, Wolves, Saviors, and of course, the dead. There was always something.

It wasn’t until Daryl had been locked in Negan’s cell that he came to realize that waiting was futile. The world would never be safe. If you wanted to have children with him, he loved you enough to travel that road with you. He’d love his children because they were a part of both of you.

This? This was the first session in what would be many “practice runs.” Or maybe one time would be all it would take.

“You’re bein’ such a good girl. Wanna cum for me again?” He smirked, tucking your hair behind your ear and letting that finger carve a trail down over your collarbone, circling your left breast before he pinched and rolled your nipple. You gasped and arched your chest toward him, making him hiss when your hips shifted.

“S—sorry, sir.” You gasped, breathing heavily from just that slight stimulation. If he fucked you now, you feared you’d cum so quickly that it’d be embarrassing. From the twinkle in his eye, it didn’t seem like you were going to have a choice. You let out a squeak as he flipped you to your back, never separating from you but punching a moan from you both with the slight friction.

“Think I’ve had enough’a toyin’ around. How ‘bout we get to work on puttin’ a baby in that belly?” Pressing his mouth to yours in a sloppy kiss, a dance of tongues and teeth, he hooked the back of your right knee over the crook of his elbow and rolled his hips. You pulled back from him, lest you bite his lip, which he’d honestly probably rather enjoy. Another deep thrust saw your hips rising to meet his. He didn’t stop you or reprimand you, so it was safe to say this was all about the endgame.

“Fuck, you feel good.” You whined with your nails scratching over his shoulders, red marks all the way to where you settled your hands on his ribs.

“Yeah?” He knew the answer, even if he did make the next snap of his hips a little rougher. Raising your head, you nuzzled your cheek against his and placed your mouth against his ear.

“Don’t hold back.” You whispered, licking the lobe and then the spot where his pulse raced. Daryl growled, letting your leg drop. When he reached up to grab the top of the headboard with one hand and then the other, you knew you were about to get absolutely ruined.

And couldn’t have been more turned on by the thought.

With a smirk of your own, you chose to let your legs fall open as wide as they could, almost to the point of painful. You were soon digging your nails right into his buttocks. It started with a cadence of rough snaps, his pelvic bone and the coarse hair above his cock slapping against your oversensitive clit. He chuckled above you, knowing exactly why you were making those sinful little noises. Your humiliatingly slick cunt squelched with each push and pull of his cock, only adding to the debauchery that could potentially be heard by the others in the house.

You only dug your fingers in harder, drawing up your knees but keeping your legs wide open. “Come on, Dixon.” You panted, biting back a cry when the next thrust made you see stars. “I thought you wanted to fuck a baby into me. Put in a little effort.”

It was that moment, you knew you had fucked up.

Daryl went motionless, looking down at you through that curtain of sweaty, dark hair. He had one brow arched. He never let go of the headboard but leaned down between his arms until he was nose to nose with you, the most deliciously wicked smirk lifting one corner of his mouth.

“Ya better hold on tight, Sunshine.”

The first thrust shunted you straight up to the headboard, one hand releasing its hold on his ass to slap palm down against the wood and protect the top of your head. And then he was absolutely ruthless. Fucking feral. He used his hold on the headboard as leverage and fucked you at a pace you’d never experienced. Soon, you had let go of him altogether, both palms planted firmly against the smooth surface above you. You couldn’t stop shouting long enough to even let him know you were cumming. Once, twice. A third sparking to life low in your belly. His grunts and groans above you were just fucking delectable and you distantly wished you could focus on the sounds your pussy was coaxing out of him but the feeling of him just absolutely splitting you in two took precedence.

“‘Nough effort for ya?” He panted, slowing only slightly, just enough for you to see him scanning you for any signs that you wanted to stop, that you needed to use the safeword. You scoffed at him. However, you couldn’t seem to speak, so close to yet another orgasm. You saw his grip loosen, knew he was getting concerned, so you communicated your consent by flattening your feet on the mattress and rolling your hips up to take him deeper, both of you groaning. He worked his way back to the same brutal pace, his cock swelling and twitching inside of you. He was close.

You were closer.

Drawing in enough breath, somehow assembling enough presence of mind, you moaned out “I’m—I’m close—Please—”

Daryl grunted, dropping down from the headboard with a hand on either side of your head. “Let go, Sunshine.” He commanded through gritted teeth. “Fuck, m’gonna cum.” You had just felt the first tendrils of pleasure rip from your core when he thrust twice more, stilling against you and holding himself deep with a guttural moan, his muscles spasming and body trembling. “Fuck!” You were too lost on whatever cloud he’d sent you to, your eyes rolled back and mouth agape. Your chest was arched into him until you felt the burn in your muscles suddenly dissipate and you collapsed to the mattress, his name falling from your lips like a mantra.

Daryl was still thrusting into you lazily, dragging out both of your orgasms until you just couldn’t take anymore and twisted your hips to the side with a whine. He let you lie down flat again before gently, slowly pulling out of you, barely moving himself over before he collapsed into a trembling heap. You could feel his cum leaking out of you, burning as it slid across the flesh of your abused cunt.

It never failed that no matter how fucked out he was himself, your well-being came first. Rolling his head toward you, he gave you a once over. “Y’alright? Did I hurtcha? Ya didn’t say—”

“I’m so good that I don’t think I’m ever coming back down to earth, thanks.” You blinked lazily at the ceiling before turning your head, letting it lull toward him to meet his eyes with a lopsided smile. “My god, Daryl Dixon, you just rocked my world.”

God, you loved it when he blushed. He could be an absolute beast in bed—as he had just proven—and then go red as a tomato—as he currently was. Licking his lips slowly, he turned to admire the ceiling at the same time you did.

“I’ll get up in a minute an’ get us cleaned up.” He was finally starting to sound like he had found his lungs and put them back in their rightful place. You lazily waved a hand. “Are ya really alright?”

You nodded, smiling stupidly once again. “I may not walk right for a few days.” You moved with a wince. “In fact, when you get up to get that towel, can you grab me a wheelchair? I think you dislocated my vagina.”

Daryl, of course, looked mortified. “Oh, come on. I’m fine. Just a little sore.” Propping up on your elbows, you grinned at him. “Besides, payback’s a bitch and next time, it’s my turn.” He mumbled christ under his breath and rolled off the bed, staggering toward the bathroom while you stared intently at the perfect round of his ass. “I’ll find the blindfold and handcuffs tomorrow!”

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glennrheesworld · 4 months

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hello ml!! i was wondering if you could do a carl grimes x reader (she’s maggie and glenn’s adopted daughter) where they reunite at terminus after being separated at the prison (reader got out with maggie) tysm 💗

𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮~

genre: fluff pairing: Carl Grimes x f!reader summary: Carl and reader reunite after separating at the prison warning: none

a/n: hi anon! i hope this is to your liking 😊 also tysm for 100 followers!

You were no longer living at the prison with the rest of the group. After what the Governor had done to your home, you were alone and lost. It felt as if living in a nightmare, losing everyone you knew and loved. This wasn’t the first time you’ve lost those you cared for.

Thankfully, Maggie was there for you, like she had always been since the start, after losing your parents.

Out in the endless roads you both walked, day and night, with Sasha and Bob. You were missing Glenn and the others a lot, only hoping they were all okay and alive.

But you missed one person the most of them all.

Carl Grimes.

Both Carl and you had grown pretty close while at the prison. Always hanging out, telling each other secrets, stealing glances, and holding hands…

Maybe you two got a bit too close.

It wasn’t long before you found Glenn with Tara in that tunnel. Seeing Glenn after countless days of wandering around made you burst into tears. You had thought you would never see him alive again.

You were grateful to have them both by your side, to have them alive and safe.

However, you couldn’t help but think about Carl. Was he okay? You really hoped so.

— — —

You groan, sitting on the floor of the train car you and the rest of the group were locked in. Having arrived at Terminus, you thought it was a safe place to call home. Seeing the crops they had been growing and the kind people of Terminus made you feel ecstatic.

That was until they took all your belongings, threaten you, and then locked you all up in here. It was just perfect, wasn’t it?

It was eerily quiet outside before the sudden sound of shots firing all over the place erupts it. Clearly wanting to know what was going on, you get up and look at Maggie, sharing a look in the dark container.

“What is it?” You whisper to her, watching her try to peek out of the little opening of the car’s door.

“Can’t see.”

She says back, shaking her head while squinting through the crack.

But as quickly as the sounds came, it left. The silence consumed the outside for some time before the big door of the train car slides open. Instinctively you all take a step back, frighten but still ready to fight if needed.

That’s before a figure walks in, followed by another, and another. And then another. You can hear your heart racing inside your chest and your palms become sweaty.

“Rick?” Glenn’s voice breaks the silence as he steps forward. You stand behind Glenn, eyes darting from a dark figure to another dark figure. “You’re here.”

Glenn’s voice is filled with relief and surprise, and when you see Rick’s face through the dimly light coming from outside, you smile. Carl has to be here.

And you were right because not a few seconds later your eyes would catch his face.

When Carl’s eyes meet yours in the darkness of the car, you couldn’t hold back anymore before lunging at him and throwing your arms around his torso. He’s taken aback, letting out a small yelp as he stumbles back.

The warmth from you body and the familiar feeling of your presence quickly makes Carl realize it's you, immediately hugging you back.

You bury you face into his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of the boy you love. You forget about everyone and your surroundings, letting the way he held onto you engrave into your mind.

“Oh my god, Carl.”

You say into his skin, tightening your hug more as you sniff, trying your best to hold back tears. “It’s really you.”

He laughs, pressing his check on top of your head with his arms around you. “I can’t believe you’re here. I thought I lost you.” He sniffs too. You smile with eyes glossy, lifting your head to see him, even if it was too dark.

A sense of relief washes over you two. You both still managed to find each other after having lost everything.

With quivering lips, you whisper to him, “I missed you so much.” Your words hit him; his eyes glossy up too. You couldn’t see it, but you were sure he was tearing up by the way he squeezes your waist.

“I missed you too.” He says back to you, pulling you back into a hug before pressing a kiss on top of your hair. The feeling of his love and care makes your whole body warm up with content.

You felt safe in his arms after so long. You thought you had lost your home forever, but Carl was home.

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x fem!reader #twd x reader #twd imagine #twd fanfiction #the walking dead #rick grimes #glenn rhee #daryl dixon #thank you for requesting!

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 months

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Man's Best Friend - Daryl Dixon X Fem Reader

Title: Man's Best Friend

Daryl Dixon X Fem Reader

Additional Characters: Dog

Requested By: Anon!

WC: 1,700

Warnings: Mentions of walkers/zombies, Reader is afraid of dogs, teasing, banter, flirting, nicknames, soft Daryl, soft Dog lol, very brief mentions of anxiety attacks, mini angst, and fluff

Ever since you were a young child, way before the apocalypse broke out, you had always been afraid of dogs. Big or small, they all scared you. You didn't know exactly why you were afraid of them, maybe because you weren't really used to being near them as a kid, or even as an adult. Or maybe it was because a large Golden Retriever had once jumped up into your stroller when you were little, or at least, that was what your mother had told you had happened. You had no memory of it, nor when you started actually fearing man's best friend.

Now, being afraid of them didn't technically mean that you hated them. Quite the contrary, you adored all animals, dogs included. You liked looking at them, petting them if you dared to do so and trusted or knew the owner. It all depended on the situation and, or course, the dog.

But it was difficult growing up. All around your neighborhood, a lot of people owned dogs. And though they were behind large fences most of the time, that didn't stop you from flinching every time they ran up to the fence, jumped, or barked - anything they did really, scared and stressed you out.

You wished that you could not be afraid of them. You wished that you could be like others and see a dog without feeling the overwhelming and searing anxiety that coursed through your viens; chilling you to the bone as your eyes widened and your throat tightened - your whole body becoming frozen in fear.

Now, in the apocalypse, there weren't many animals, but you knew you'd eventually have a run-in with a dog at some point. They were smart and resilient creatures, that could easily outrun a walker or two. And you did. After traveling with Daryl for years, switching from group to group, losing loved ones and friends… You met Dog. Such a fitting name...

Dog was very cute, you'd give him that. He was a big, fluffy, soft-looking dog. He was seemingly friendly around the people he liked and was pretty vicious when attacking those trying to hurt the group or Daryl for that matter.

For the months that Daryl had Dog, you had never pet him, or much if anything. You tried to stay as far away from him as possible when you could. But it was kind of hard when he was so close to Daryl. Thankfully, Daryl being the sweetest boyfriend in the world - and not wanting dog hair in the bed - wouldn't let Dog sleep in your shared bed. So that was nice.

You did care for the dog though. You thought he was cute when he stared up at Daryl with those puppy eyes, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, panting slightly. He was cute.

You'd even talk to him sometimes, using a baby-like voice when doing so if you pleased. You loved how happy he seemed to get, wagging his tail.

Daryl on the other hand, noticed your apparent discomfort around Dog a long while ago - though it had lessened a bit over the years. It was still a bit obvious. He'd see you flinch if Dog came running up to see you to greet you or when you heard Dog bark.

So he did his best to help you, often going on supply runs with you on one side of him and Dog on the other; blocking you from each other. He'd distract Dog with food or a random toy - stick, rag, rope, etcetera - so he could spend a bit more time with you. And he'd lock Dog out of the bedroom, making sure to set up a bed for him somewhere else in the home, so that you could have a worry-free sleep.

Though he knew of your fear of dogs, he wanted to make sure you knew that Dog would never harm you.

Laying on the couch, Dog laid on top of Daryl as the man brushed his hand through his thick fur. Dog laid happily, content at the affection and attention, and so was Daryl, but he was missing you.

And you were only a couple of feet away.

Sitting on a chair, you quietly read a book, legs up on the red, plush cushion as you usually did in the presence of Dog. Subconsciously, you always pulled your legs up in front of the animal, your brain worried that, even though you knew Dog wouldn't do such a thing, that Dog wouldn't attack or jump up on you.

Daryl watched as you read, unable to break his gaze away from you. Your face looked peaceful as your fingers lightly traced the pages of the book as you read, a content smile playing on your lips as you did so. He felt something tug at his heart as he admired you, the light from the window behind you illuminating your face softly. His eyes followed your form as you shuffled in your seat in the armchair, gently pushing your hair back behind your ears with the movement.

You were still reading, oblivious to Daryl's gaze. As said before, he couldn't take his eyes off of you. You looked stunning in your simple band t-shirt and pj bottoms, your face clean of dirt and grime, freckles dusting your cheekbones as you licked your lips with the tip of your tongue. Your eyes were soft as they moved across the page, narrowing slightly when you turned to the next, brows furrowing as you continued. Must have been a good book, Daryl had thought.

"You're staring, D," Your voice interrupted his thoughts as you put your book down on your lap and shifted your position, stretching your arms above your head. Daryl averted his gaze, cheeks flushing a bit as you looked over at him. "What is it?"

Daryl grumbled slightly, turning his gaze to Dog, rubbing the dog's head, "Nothin', jus'... Ya look nice today." He answered softly, albeit a bit gruffly.

Your smile grew, your cheeks warming, "Daryl..." You trailed off with a sigh, "You're too sweet." The hunter flushed again, ducking his head to hide his face with his hair. "You look handsome today too." You added, making Daryl huff, shaking his head. Biting your lip briefly, you moved your thumb in your book to mark your page as you closed it; giving the man all of your attention. "I mean it. You are."

Looking up, Daryl was surprised to find you gazing at him. You flushed lightly under his gaze and his breath caught in his throat as your eyes locked with his brown ones. You were gorgeous. He realized he was just staring, and quickly cleared his throat, "Uh… Thanks, Y/N." You smiled and nodded in response, though it faltered when your eyes glanced over at Dog. Daryl noticed this, seeing how your eyes softened, a certain longing in them as you watched him continue to pet Dog. “Do ya… Wanna pet him?” He then asked, making you blink rapidly.

You cleared your throat, looking back down at your book, “You know I do… I’m just-”

“Scared?” Daryl finished for you, watching as you shifted in your seat again, “He ain’t gonna hurt ya. Ya know that.”

You nodded, biting your bottom lip, “I know. Just nervous, cause well, he’s a big dog…”

Standing up, Daryl grunted slightly as he did so. Dog stayed put on the couch, watching as Daryl walked over to your chair. You looked up at him as he offered you his hand, which you glanced at briefly. “C’mon,” He said softly, a very, very small smile on his face. You gulped, taking his hand, your legs feeling a bit numb as he helped you stand. You felt your heart begin to race as he led you to the couch, your eyes unable to stray from Dog’s. “Yer fine,” You heard Daryl say, voice gruff at how low he was speaking, “Ya know him, he’s a good boy.”

At that, you scoffed out a laugh, seeing Dog’s tail wagging with great speed as he looked up at you. “That’s gotta be the funniest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

Darly’s small grin widened slightly as he saw your shoulders drop, and your breathing normalized. Daryl stopped before Dog, an arm’s reach away, the dog in question staring up at you with those large puppy dog eyes.

“Alrigh’, reach yer hand out, let him sniff ya.” Daryl spoke, squeezing your hand as you hesitantly raised your free one. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

You held your breath, watching as Dog leaned forward and sniffed your hand, the warmth of his breath fanning over your hand. You quickly shut your eyes at the feeling, turning to nudge your face into Daryl’s shoulder. Your mind began to race with all sorts of different, terrible scenarios, your heart hammering in your chest; breath shallow.

Until, you felt soft fur.

You opened your eyes slowly, turning your head to watch as Dog rubbed his head under your hand, his tail wagging at high speeds. You blinked, pushing your head off of Daryl’s shoulder as you watched Dog. You felt a huge wave of relief flow over you, making you smile. With your own volition, you moved your hand, petting Dog’s head softly. He turned into your touch almost instantly, letting out a tiny sound as he pressed against your hand. He licked your fingers gently before licking your palm.

Your heart ached at how happy this dog made you feel. You didn’t understand it yourself; it wasn’t something you experienced often. It was as if, in that moment, all the stress you were carrying disappeared. The fear and anxiety that had been plaguing you disappeared with him. You could barely breathe as your stomach fluttered.

Leaning your head back on Daryl's shoulder, you sighed as you continued to pet Dog. "Thank you, D." You muttered happily.

He nodded his head, lightly squeezing your hand in his, "Knew ya could do it, sweetheart."

You smiled again. You could feel your cheeks growing warm, Dog whined softly from where he was now snuggled up against your hand; wanting more attention.

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virginsexgod69 · 1 month

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would die for a dom Daryl who’s absolutely weak for fem reader but displays that in the way that he craves hearing her beg for him, is obsessed with drawing things out and making her cum and LOVES cockwarming omg. Established but new relationship would be so cute!!! And since they’re still learning eachother’s bodies (and their own honestly because maybe neither of them have rly let their guards down in sex with others before?) Daryl makes the reader squirt for the first time and is absolutely amazed 🤭

(Wanna thank in advance because I feel like squirting is not represented very often in fics and it’s so nice to read it, as a human who experiences it myself!) <3 :-)

❝ Oasis ❞

pairing Daryl Dixon x f!Reader

cw smut, cockwarming, unprotected p in v, squirting, pussy eating

889 words

not proofread yet

You rested against Daryl’s chest as he took another drag from his cigarette. You lazily watched the way his pretty pink lips wrapped around the cigarette, wishing they were on your clit instead. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before going back to his cigarette. You were growing impatient. He’s had his large cock stuffed inside you for what felt like forever, yet he insisted on making you wait until he was through with his cigarette. You looked up at him pleadingly, but he didn’t give in.

“C’mon, Daryl, please?” You begged, squirming in his lap. His rough hands placed a firm grip on your hips, keeping you still.

“If you keep wigglin’ aroun’, ‘m not gonna let you cum,” he warned as he put out the finished cigarette. You sat up straight, looking him in his dazzling blue eyes. He put his hand behind your neck and pulled you down for a kiss, tasting your mouth with his tongue. You pulled away when the need for oxygen took over.

“I’ve been real patient this whole time.” You batted your eyelashes at him with faux innocence. You ran your fingers through his hair, pulling gently. You’ve come to find out that he loved it when you did that. A gentle grunt slipped from his lips. “Fine,” he said, finally giving in. Holding your hips, he guided you up and down on cock, thrusting his own hips up meeting you halfway. He pulled you into another kiss before sucking marks onto your neck and chest. You gripped onto Daryl’s shoulders for support, digging your nails into him though the fabric of his button-up shirt. The thick vein on the underside of his shaft rubbing against your velvety walls brought you close to the edge. The bowman pulled your tank top down, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the garage.

“So pretty,” he commented before taking one into his mouth. You tangled your fingers in his hair as your rhythm became sloppy. His dick was rubbing against that one spot that drove you mad. It felt so good, yet so strange, like you needed to pee and cum at the same time. But you didn’t dwell on it as you continued to ride your boyfriend.

“‘M gonna-”

“Go ‘head, baby. Cum fer me,” he encouraged, rubbing your clit for extra stimulation. Daryl held onto you as you threw your head back in ecstasy. The coil in your gut burst, sending a white hot orgasm flooding through you. But this felt better than your typical orgasms. A rush of liquid flowed out of you as you came. You and Daryl looked at each other with wide eyes.

“Did ya jus…” He looked down at his soaked lap with a flushed face. He prided himself in making you feel so good that you squirted.

“Oh my god, Daryl,” you said between pants. “I didn’t know I could do that.” His warm hand supped your face gently.

“Needa taste ya.” His eyes were so full of lust you could barely tell they were blue. Before you could reply, he picked you up off his cock and placed you on his work table, spreading you out. His flattened tongue lapped up your juices from your slit like a dehydrated man finding an oasis. Still sensitive, you let out gentle whimpers, everything felt even more heightened. He inserted his tongue into your tired, soaked hold. His hand groped your thighs as he ate you out, his tongue hitting you in that same spot that made you see stars.

“Yeah, right there, keep doin’ that!” You begged Daryl.

His fingers found your clit and began rubbing rapid circles on the swollen nub. Your back arched off the table as your hips chased his mouth and thighs clamped around your head. His tongue continued licking around your smooth walls, eliciting wanton moans from you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pushing him deeper between your thighs. His own hand found his achingly hard member, stroking it as he brought you to your second orgasm. The same feeling overtook you as that coil burst once again. Feeling your juices squirt onto his tongue brought him to his own orgasm as he drank them up. Reluctantly, Daryl pulled away from your abused cunt. He licked the remaining liquid off the inside of your thighs before helping you off the table.

“You taste so good, Sunshine,” he praised as he cleaned you up with his red rag. You pressed a kiss to his cheek as a way to thank him for making you feel so good.

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grimesgirll · 18 days

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can you do rickyl x reader where she gets jealous and gives them attitude🙏

ninety-eight hours it’s been since rick and daryl left for what was supposed to be a “dry” supply run.

another hour and you think you’re going to simply die from the wanton ache in your cunt and the paranoia creeping with every passing minute.

you hate when they go away. it’s the worst. but it’s what your lovers have to do if your community wants amoxicillin and food that‘s not canned peas or tuna. the only bigger drag than you losing out on a few nights of getting the stress fucked out of you and mornings with tender wake up calls; that cool new girl went with them.

just a few weeks ago, daryl and aaron had discovered a former phd student wandering the outskirts of shenandoah national park. the twenty-eight year old had been walking from her biology program in new jersey in an attempt to reach her family’s house in norfolk, virginia.

back to alexandria, she brought a backpack, some stories, and a green haze to your vision.

within a week, you’re wishing daryl and aaron hadn’t brought her back. the worst part is that you really can’t speak on it with anyone because you’ll sound like a jealous bitch, which you kinda are. it’s not your fault that you don’t know shit about how to age a deer or microorganisms or macroinvertebrates or interesting biology major jargon that gets rick and daryl’s attention.

you didn’t finish your degree. the apocalypse had made sure of that. yeah, this girl’s thesis defense had been cancelled but she already had two degrees and a fucking certificate.

yeah, daryl doesn’t have a degree. but this girl’s family grew up hunting - proud turkey hunters, she’d specified after daryl asked her about her turkey shotgun. they hit it off so well that she’d even gone on a few hunts with him. you refused to eat the pheasant she shot. when she came into your kitchen proudly touting a half butchered boar, you simply narrowed your eyes, turned to rick next to you, and asked if you should take chances eating wild boar meat after the prison.

let’s just say you can’t stand her.

it’s not rational and it’s surely not healthy but you can’t bring yourself to address it in any meaningful way. all you can do is smolder. and that’s exactly what you do when rick and daryl come through the gates, fully engaged in a conversation with her.

“find what you need?”

you’re walking up to the three as soon as they pass you. rosita had been chatting you up and you assumed that your boys would come over and greet you with at least a kiss but no! they’re walking past you with her. the perfect, perpetually prepared girlscout that makes you want to tear your hair out.

two twin pairs of blue eyes find yours and daryl’s eyes are overflowing with longing, but before they can even say hello, she’s in your face, greeting you and handing off some seed packets she’d found

what a bitch.

almost turning your nose at her, you instead decide to accept the packets without a thank you. you make a beeline straight for rick, leaning up on your tippy toes to capture his tongue, wrapping an arm around his neck to lower him into your embrace. every ounce of waiting and wanting is spilled onto rick’s lips. you kiss him a bit too fervently for a welcome back kiss at your community’s gates. it’s an abuse of power on your part.

it’s dramatic. it’s theatrical.

it’s just as bad when you do the same thing to daryl, attaching yourself to his side as the newest addition to alexandria clears her throat and continues on about the supplies they managed to secure on their “dry” run. specifically, some supplies for her to try to solo it again - but this time - finally land in norfolk. you know that rick and daryl were out there - away from you - for more than just some glorified grad student’s get home bag but every second that she drones on has you yearning for her to pack her bags tonight.

“so, once my wrist is fully healed. i’ll be out of here.”

“thank god!”

rick’s eyebrow raises and if daryl could go quieter, he would.

the walk back to your house alone in alexandria is awkward.

the scene you’d caused had rick giving you a look that told you if you didn’t quit digging now, you’d end up in a trench of conflict. not just being at odds with the newcomer, but rick’s lack of patience for this kind of behavior from you. that doesn’t stop you from starting again as soon as they enter the bedroom.

“neither of you came over to say hi to me when you got in the gates.”

it’s the first thing out of your mouth once the door has shut. your arms are folded over your chest and you’re glaring at them like you didn’t just put on a grand display and snub the girl staying down the street. eyes focused on them, you’d be hard pressed to tell that you even could even name the other girl.

“so you’re gonna skim past talkin’ to her like that?” rick’s giving you that same you can’t be serious look he sends your way when you’re brattin’ out like this.

“i said my thoughts out loud. sorry.”

“ain’t you got no filter?”

“no, daryl,” you reply, looking up at them from the soft bed. your hands dig into the mattress. “that overnight “dry” run turned into the entire weekend and the first thing you guys do is stroll in with her and not say hi.”

“why do you care so much? she’s leavin’ soon.” daryl reminds you, fighting a yawn.

you frown. “you guys relate to her more.”

rick guffaws and daryl’s eyes are rolling.

“what? you think she’s flirtin’ knowin’ how to catch herself a fuckin’ meal.”

“but she’s older than me.”

“not by much, honey,” rick dismisses your concern.

the downtrodden look on your face is unmistakable. you’re quiet, considering how to justify your jealousy when you feel a tear coming on. daryl notices when you try to blink it away and is the first to drop the bone the two were picking with you. he’s next to you, a hand on your waist and your thigh, and that’s when you exhale in frustrated, exasperation, “you were gone for four days and you couldn’t even say hi to me.” you’re shaking your head, knowing it’s dumb. “its not nice but it just got me so angry.” you almost omit this last part but the borderline law enforcement stare you’re receiving from rick has you candid. “i just needed you guys to come up and kiss me - or something after not knowing if you were alive or not. the run went too long. got me worked up.”

“and you think you deserve to get fucked first thing after pullin’ that shit?”

you bite your lip. rick can read you too well. really, there’s nothing to discuss.

did you really think they would lose interest in you that easily? or is this just a ploy to work them up too? to cash in on the good, hard fucking you know they’d subject you to if you turned up your brat factor for their return. it’s downright devious but who are they to deny the smoldering opportunity falling in their laps?

“can you be a good girl?”

you nod, not breaking eye contact as he slips his thumb into your mouth while undoing his pants with the other hand. “maybe we can get this to do somethin’ useful, huh?”

daryl stays quiet but the smirk as he watches you lick rick clean tells you that he has an idea. he’s full of ideas, most of which involve stuffing you full in some capacity but just from bud reaction to the scene that unfolded, you know he’s in a teasing mood. too feverous and on the same page as rick about your jealousy to give you the fucking you want straight away.

there’s probably a bit more of explaining that you need to do but when rick says, “hands and knees,” you’re forgetting all about the better educated woman and getting into place on the plush bed. the brief scowl on your face can’t be missed but it doesn’t matter because you automatically open your mouth wider once you’re faced with rick’s too-big-for-your-mouth cock.

you’re so focused on rick that the stripe being licked down your slit from behind has you choking on rick in surprise. the constable groans at your tight throat clenching around him.

“missed this pussy,” daryl’s gruff voice against your cunt brings you back to reality. the reality where he’s flicking his tongue over your already aching, swollen bud.

so that’s what that tear was, you deduce, suddenly aware of your missing panties.

“you’re overthinkin’,” rick says says with a hand in your hair. “you belong to us. we belong to you.”

“yeah, no new girl’s gonna come between us.” daryl assures you, breathing lust into your cunt. “gotta get out of yer’ fuckin’ head.” daryl chimes, not even giving his tongue a break when it wasn’t on your clit. “i finally get someone with a brain to go huntin’ with and your first thought is that i wanna fuck ‘em.”

rick smirks down at you, mouth too stuffed full of cock to deny any of it. he runs a hand through your hair and eases up on your throat, growing impossibly harder at the sight of his thick dick against your glossy, shining lips. a hand finds your chin and his cock falls from your mouth. “you better not forget that you’re made for us. don’t want no one else but you.” his cock jumps at the way your pupils grow from his lust induced speech. “you’re ours. that pussy’s in the shape of our cocks. beautiful brain’s all wrapped up in us, like we’re wrapped up in you.”

you could cream at his words. any minute you’re going to on daryl’s tongue. back as forth, the younger man is sliding his tongue all over your clit. he even dips the appendage inside of you to tongue around and spur rick into thrusting his cock back into your mouth so he can enjoy your needy whimpers around him.

“so fuckin’ good for us, baby. like she never could be.” rick huffs, chocolate curls falling back with his head.

all you can do is moan around him in response. daryl doesn’t let you process rick’s words because you’re too busy processing the overload of pleasure he’s inducing in you. you writhe back against him, canting your hips into his mouth just as rick twitches in yours.

your hips are bucking and you almost fall forward on rick when daryl triggers your toe curling release, savoring in the ooze as he laps your weeping cunt. tears well at your waterlines with rick’s cock bulging in the cheeks of your mouth. those tears spill with the rush of energy in your cunt. spasming and clenching, leaking onto the devoted tongue seeing you through.

“hope this holds you over,” rick remarks, pulling his still aching cock out of your mouth while glancing over at daryl happily cleaning up your release with his tactful tongue. “‘cause you’re gonna’ be sore after tonight, darlin’. whatever you need to get it in that pretty little head of yours that you’re ours, and don’t need to worry about anything or anyone else.”

as your first orgasm of the night fades and the shaking in your legs pauses, there’s a post-climax clarity that hits you like a truck. you’d be face down on the bed trying to pretend you didn’t exist if not for the hands eliciting the most vibrant whinnies from you, twisting your pleasure receptors like play-doh. you’re not far from coming again and that’s the only thing saving you from the shame of how you treated the newcomer. it wasn’t kind. wasn’t rational. treating her so poorly because of how well she worked with your men. greek gods killed insolent hosts who disrespected their guests, what would rick and daryl do to you for snubbing one of the last polite people on this rotting rock?

being well rounded isn’t a crime, you remind yourself.

and your men don’t need to remind you again with words how much you mean to them. that your jealousy is unfounded but they want to kiss you better anyway. it doesn’t matter if it takes all night, they’ll be reminding you exactly where and who they want to be with.

with you being made for them, how could they want anyone else?

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ghostboneswrites2 · 12 days

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Could you maybe write something about Daryl with a reader who’s similar to him and has also experienced physical abuse from their father and they just comfort each other and bond over their scars please

Reminders

Note: My laptop cord broke so forgive any formatting errors :( I toyed with a. Few ideas for this but settled on prison era Daryl with non established relationship fem reader. Def some chemistry, but nothing established. Enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, light profanity

Daryl squinted in the sun as he chewed on a freshly picked tomato from the garden. The prison yard was busy, buzzing with activity as people focused on their tasks and socialized amongst themselves. He watched them, studied them. It was new territory for him to feel so important yet so alienated at the same time. Sure, the alienation was mostly his own doing, as he wasn’t much of a social butterfly. He considered himself to be more of a moth, fluttering around on his own in the dark, avoiding the sun. Still, with so many people relying on him and admiring him, it felt unnatural to just walk up to somebody and chat about mundane things as if the world were still turning at its normal pace.

Then, his eyes found you. He never knew what to make of you. You were new — even fresher than the ex-Wooburians. He was the one who found you alone in the forest, yet he had never had a full conversation with you. You were timid and rough on the exterior, never keeping eye contact with anyone unless the sole purpose was intimidation. They almost didn’t let you stick around. It wasn’t until you had a one-on-one with Hershel, where he found you were not all bad, that he talked the rest of the council into keeping you around.

You proved yourself pretty useful, too. You knew a thing or two about gardening crops, you were good with knives and guns, and you were fast. You were never afraid to do what needed to be done, even if it put your own life at risk. You were sent on a lot of runs for that purpose. With people like you and Daryl out on those runs, casualties were few if any. You were both natural protectors.

Some of the kids had taking a liking to you, namely Carl and Mika. You liked them, too, if for different reasons. Carl was strong, and he had an understanding for the world and it’s workings. He impressed you. Mika was sweet, and even if she seemed to sweet for the world, you knew there was a part of her that had potential. She was sure to figure things out, maybe even kick some serious ass one day.

All that aside, Daryl couldn’t read you. Or, maybe he could, and that was the problem. He wasn’t willing to accept how similar the two of you may have been. Hell, he had barely accepted that maybe, somewhere inside him, he was as good as any of these people chattering around him.

“Stare any harder and you’ll melt a hole through her head.” Carol’s voice pulled his gaze away from you. He glared at her.

“Wha’d’ya mean?”

“Oh, come on. You’ve been watching her every move this morning.” She nudged her shoulder against his. “Why don’t you just go talk to her?”

“Hm.” He grunted with a shrug. “Ain’t like that.”

“Why not? She’s cute.” Carol persisted. “She’s like you, but pretty. You’d get along.” She teased.

“Pfft.” He tutted. “She ain’t like me.”

“Whatever.” She chuckled.

Days would go by where he’d watch you from a distance in between his own tasks. It wasn’t that you didn’t notice or feel his eyes dancing over your skin. It was just that you didn’t know how to react or respond. Daryl wasn’t an ugly man by any stretch of the imagination, and unlike him, you could read him all too well because there was something about him that you recognized in yourself and you were willing to accept that similarity.

You snuck your glances in, too. You’d watch from the corner of your eye as his hands gripped the steering wheel on a run, or you’d allow your vision to follow him as he stalked through the gates and into the trees to hunt. You often wondered if he really cared to hunt or if he just wanted to get away. Probably both.

All in all, it was a sad case of two idiots who couldn’t see past their own insecurities and fears far enough to make a move. And it stayed that way, longer than it should have.

One night, when the air was particularly hot and thick with humidity, and he got tired of flipping around on his cot trying to find a cool spot on the sheet, Daryl went outside for a smoke. The prison was fast asleep, save for him, and apparently you. He was about halfway through his cigarette when he noticed a small orange light on the other side of the yard. It would move up and down every so often. He quickly realized it was the cherry of another cigarette.

He couldn’t make out who it was in the darkness, nor could he think of anyone else he’d ever seen smoking. So, he strolled across the grounds and decided to make himself known, so that the other smoker could be known to him. Somehow he was shocked to know it was you.

“Hey.” Your soft voice said casually, not offering even a glance in his direction. You were leaning one shoulder against the chain link fence, watching the quiet forest on the other side.

“Didn’t know ya smoked.” He commented, gluing his eyes to the tree line as well.

“Found the ones I like on our last run. Had to grab ‘em.” You shrugged, taking a long drag and enjoying the cooling menthol as it coated your throat.

“Which ones?” He asked. “I’ll keep an eye out.”

Instead of telling him, you just held up the pack.

“Didn’t take ya for the menthol type.” He mumbled. You sent a quick glance his way.

“What kind would you take me for, then?” You wondered.

“Mm-mm.” He shrugged. “Marlboros. The gold pack.”

“Ew.” You chuckled. “I’m a Camel Crush girl, through and through. You?”

“Don’t matter.” He admitted. “Just the strong ones.”

You nodded and hummed and allowed the silence to creep in. You two stood that way for a few minutes, the only sounds being the noises of puffing and exhaling over a symphony of crickets and night critters.

“Why Crush?” He finally asked. “Why not just menthol?”

“I like having choices.” You said simply.

A slight breeze picked up and chilled your sweaty skin. You wore nothing but a tank and shorts, given the boiling temperatures inside. You ran a hand over your arm to combat the chill. His eyes instinctively flickered to the movement and focused on your hand first, then the flesh beneath. Where he expected to find smooth skin, he instead found a rough terrain of keloid scars.

He had never noticed them before because your sleeves always covered them.

“What happened?” He asked.

“What?” You looked over to him and realized he was looking at your arms. Your hand impulsively moved and covered the ugly reminders of your past. “Oh. Nothing good.” You said vaguely.

“Mm.” He nodded, wondering if it was the same kind of bad things that left him with his own scars.

“Shit.” You mumbled, realizing that small gust of wind blew the cherry off your cigarette. “Got a light? I used my last match for this.”

Wordlessly, he dug in his pocket and handed you his zippo. You lit your cigarette back up and passed his lighter back. More silence followed before he broke it again.

“Was it your mom or your dad?” He bravely questioned.

Your eyes darted to him harshly, but they softened. You considering not answering him, but decided there wasn’t much of a reason not to.

“Neither. It was my step dad.” You confessed.

“My dad was a dick too.” He related.

“Mine wasn’t. His replacement was.” You sighed.

“Mm. Merle — my brother — usually just ran away.”

“From what?”

“My dad.” He said quietly.

“Was your dad like my step-dad?” You asked.

“Mm.” He nodded.

“What was his poison?”

“Whiskey.”

“Oh. Mine liked meth.” You admitted. “Must be a stepdad thing.”

“Nah.” He shook his head. “Just an asshole thing.”

“Sounds right.” You huffed a fry laugh. “Your daddy mark you up like me?”

“Why?”

“How else would you know someone else did this to me?”

“Oh.” He nodded. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry to hear it.” You sympathized the best you could.

“Don’t matter. It’s in the past.”

“Yeah, I tell myself that, too, but… It’s hard to leave the past where it belongs when you’re covered in reminders. Tryin’ to hide ‘em all the damn time.”

“Yeah.” He agreed. “Maybe they’re just there to remind us we survived.”

You held onto his sentiments, toying with the phrase, spinning it around in your mind and locking it into memory.

“One way to put it, I suppose.”

“It’s the only way to put it. Only way to move on.” He argued. You took the last drag off your smoke before tossing it. Your eyes caught his and stayed there for some time before you offered a soft smile.

“See ya around, Dixon.”

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dixonsgirl93 · 8 months

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Smoke

Daryl x Reader Requested by @deansapplepie Warnings: a little angsty but with a happy ending.

I hope you enjoy!

Daryl sucked in his cheeks, filling his lungs with the smoke from the cigarette in between his finger and thumb. He breathed it in deep before letting the plumes out again in a long exhale.

I watched him as he looked out at an uneventful Alexandria, elbows resting on his knees.

"What ya starin' at?" He drawled and turned to glance at me. I looked away, embarrassed at being caught.

"Sorry. I was just thinking..." I couldn't decide how to put it into words.

"'Bout what?" He took another long drag of his cigarette.

"About you, smoking those things."

He scoffed gently and looked down at his hand, ash dropping onto the wooden steps.

"What? Gonna tell me to quit? Ain't happenin'." His voice was deep, amused.

"My dad and uncle both died from chain smoking, you know. I'd hate to see-"

"Cigarettes'll be the last thing that kill me." He cut across me.

"You don't know that!" I argued.

Finally, he turned to face me. He waved his arm out, gesturing at everything. "Look around, we're in an apocalypse. After all the shit I've been through, if anything's gonna end me, it ain't gonna be no damn cigarette." His voice was raised in annoyance, leaning toward me to make his point.

"Sorry for giving a shit about you and your health, Daryl." I yelled back. I stood and went into the house, feeling tears sting my eyes. He didn't get it, of course he didn't. Watching the people closest to you slowly kill themselves was worse than if they had cancer or got into a car accident. You can't convince someone to stop hurting themselves, especially if they don't realise or don't care.

I heard footsteps approach from the front door and then felt as Daryl sat next to me on the sofa.

"I'm sorry." He said, his voice soft. "I didn't mean ta snap at ya."

"I get it. It's fine." I couldn't look at him still, sat with my arms crossed, staring at the rug.

"It's not." He turned his body to face me. "I didn't realise ya cared so much. Listen, I don't even know if I can even quit at this-"

"It's okay." I finally look up at him. "You aren't gonna quit because you don't want to and no one can make you."

He watched me and nodded slowly. "It won't kill me." He assured. "I've been through hell and back so many times. I'll die by walkers or getting murdered, not by smokin' or cancer or anythin'. It'll be an accident or a fight."

"That's how you want to go, isn't it? You wanna go fighting for something or protecting someone."

"It's how I'm meant to go." He said softly.

"No, you're meant to die an old man, in a comfortable bed, peacefully in your sleep."

He looked up from his hands, eyes wide and then a smile broke out over his face. He chuckled. "Nah, sounds boring." He smiled at me and I couldn't help but return it.

"You never did want a peaceful life, did you?" I amused.

"Don't know how else ta live." He admitted, looking back down at his hands, picking at his fingernails.

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vilentia · 11 months

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okay i have another request. you know that one scene where daryl and beth are in the house with the moonshine? i was thinking something where the reader left the prison with them because she wouldn’t leave daryl and when there’re playing never have i ever. the reader is sitting next to daryl and when he gets annoyed with the thing beth said and flipped out reader tries to calm him down. then when they go outside and he starts screaming at both of them about never seeing their friends again, that’s when daryl starts crying then reader hugs him saying stuff like “it’s not your fault” and “i’m sorry” he he’s holding on to her for dear life and beth backs away to give them some space.

sorry it’s so long 😅 make any changes you need if you’re not comfortable with something 😌

Solace Amidst Chaos

Daryl Dixon x reader

I finally got around to writing something about this. I've wanted to do this for so long, but every time I started, I had writer's block. I hope you like it.

You find yourself sitting next to Daryl in the dimly lit house, its walls whispering stories of a life once lived. The faint scent of dampness lingers in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the moonshine they had discovered. Outside, the night is shrouded in darkness, a constant reminder of the world overrun by relentless walkers. Despite the eerie ambiance, you couldn't bear to leave Daryl's side, even in the midst of the chaos they've been through.

As the game of "Never Have I Ever" unfolds, the tension between Daryl and Beth gradually rises like an approaching storm. Each statement carries an underlying weight, an unspoken reminder of the losses they've endured. You watch as their gazes lock, filled with unspoken emotions and the weight of shared trauma. It's in that moment you sense Daryl's rising anger, like a fire building within him.

Beth looks at Daryl, her eyes filled with hurt, her voice trembling slightly. "Never have I ever lost two boyfriends and not shed a tear."

Daryl's face contorts with annoyance, his brow furrowing as he tries to keep his emotions in check. The harsh words slip past his lips, tinged with bitterness and pain. "Too close, huh? You know all about that. You lost two boyfriends, you can't even shed a tear. Your whole family's gone, all you can do is just go out looking for hooch like some dumb college bitch."

Beth's expression shifts from hurt to anger, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She clenches her fists, her voice trembling with indignation. "Screw you. You don't get it."

The room falls into a heavy silence as the weight of their losses hangs in the air, suffocating the space around them. Daryl's frustration becomes palpable, his voice growing louder with each word.

"No, you don't get it! Everyone we know is dead!" Daryl's voice echoes through the house, his anger reverberating in the emptiness around them.

Feeling the tension escalating, you instinctively reach out, your touch grounding and steady as you place a firm but gentle hand on Daryl's arm. The warmth of your presence radiates, a lifeline in the midst of the emotional maelstrom. "Daryl, calm down," you say firmly, your voice filled with determination. "I understand you're angry and hurt, but this won't help anyone."

Daryl's gaze shifts, his eyes meeting yours, searching for solace and understanding amidst the turmoil within him. His frustration gives way to a mix of vulnerability and exhaustion. "You don't understand," he mutters, his voice strained. "I can't stand the thought of never seeing our friends again. Maybe if I had done something different..."

Your heart breaks for Daryl as you step closer, enveloping him in a comforting embrace. The weight of his anguish is palpable, and you offer him a safe haven, a sanctuary amidst the chaos. "Daryl, listen to me," you say, your voice filled with empathy. "You did everything you could. None of this is your fault. We're all grappling with loss, and it's natural to feel angry and guilty. But we can't let it consume us. We have to keep fighting, for ourselves and for those we've lost."

Daryl's body initially tenses, his grip tight on your shoulders, but gradually, you feel him begin to relax, his anger subsiding. He leans into your embrace, allowing himself to be vulnerable, finding solace in your presence. You run your fingers through his hair, gently soothing him, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of sorrow and exhaustion.

You hold him tighter, offering him reassurance and comfort. "It's not your fault, Daryl," you assure him, your voice a soft balm against his pain. "You're strong, and we'll get through this together. Lean on me when you need to. I'm here for you."

Daryl's grip on you tightens, as if he's holding on for dear life. Tears stream down his cheeks, and you gently wipe them away with your thumb, offering a tender and understanding gaze. "You don't have to face this alone," you whisper, your voice filled with love and compassion. "I'm right here with you, and I'll always be."

Beth, sensing the depth of the moment, takes a step back, giving you and Daryl the space you need. She understands the significance of your connection and respects the intimacy of the moment. The three of you may be bound by survival, but in this moment, it's just you and Daryl, finding solace and comfort in each other's arms.

In the tearful embrace, you offer Daryl a haven amidst the turmoil, assuring him that he's not alone. Together, you'll navigate the trials of this harsh world, finding strength in each other and cherishing the moments of vulnerability that deepen your bond.

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Daryl and reader’s first summer together ? Mood board or headcanon or whatever you like babes 😏🫶 I picture they’ve been together for the fall and a very long harsh winter, and the summer comes around and readers energy just starts to burst in response to the warmth and sunlight, and how that might look for them as a couple 🌻💛😁

Summer Lovin’

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Characters: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader | Pre-Prison Era/After Farm Fell

A/N: tysm for the request love !! i adored writing this <3 also i’ve found that i struggle with staying in tenses so this switches from past to present tense :/ whoops

Warnings: typical TWD violence, poor mental health, fluff, angst

Word Count: 750

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Winter in the apocalypse sucks.

The group had been on the road for months now, grieving the loss of the Greene Farm; the loss of safety. Which also means the group was going through the harsh winter without a whole lot of warmth. Abandoned shacks and small campfires can only do so much.

You had been cold for too long, and you were sure that Daryl had grown annoyed with you complaining about your frozen toes when you huddled up against him at night.

Worst of all was your mental health. Obviously there’s always an air of depression, (it is the end of the world) but your thoughts were getting dangerously close to “hey let’s jump off that bridge!”

You didn’t want to burden Daryl, but after his gentle prying, you reluctantly agreed to tell him your thoughts. He did his best to reassure you, and he held you a little tighter that night.

Finally, the group had found the prison, a place that could be a forever home after the walkers get cleared. The weather had warmed up too over the last few weeks, and it was finally starting to feel like summer.

It was a pretty calm day, most of the group decided to relax for a day outside before trying to get into the prison. You recall passing a pond not too far from the prison walls. Deciding it was warm enough for a swim, you grabbed a blanket and your knife.

“Where are ya goin’ with that?” Daryl stepped in front of you, nodding at the stuff in your hands.

“Swimming. Wanna come with? I need a bodyguard.” You suggest while smiling up at him.

He grunts out what you have come to know as “yes,” and grabs his crossbow. “Ya sure it’s warm enough?”

You shrug. “Don’t care, I’ve waited long enough.”

He must’ve read your mind because he leads you out past the walls and to the pond that you saw while traveling with the group. You both quickly survey the area for walkers, feeling relieved after there seem to be none.

You strip down to your underwear and toss a smirk over your shoulder to a blushing Daryl, then giggle and wade your way into the pond.

Taking a moment to pause, you admire the sun reflecting off the water. You felt so happy in the warmth of the sun that you could cry.

Daryl watches from a distance, smiling at the peace and happiness that seems to be radiating off of you. He knew you had a tough time on the road during the winter. He was worried about you, but now he’s just glad that you’re smiling.

You swim and float around the pond for about thirty minutes, and then decide that you want to lay on the grass to dry off in the sun. You sigh as the warm grass envelops you.

“Come join me?” You smiled up at Daryl who was sat on a rock.

“Thought I was yer bodyguard.” He said while walking over to you anyway. He found out a long time ago that he couldn’t handle denying you anything.

You giggle as he groans as he lays down next to you. You start to cuddle into him but he gently shoves you away.

“Yer soakin’ like a wet dog righ’ now, dry off first.”

You roll your eyes with a smile, but comply. While putting on your t-shirt, you spot a patch of wildflowers and gasp. You run over to them.

This makes Daryl sit up immediately and grab his knife, anxiety filling his veins. He then sees that you found flowers and relaxes.

Walking over to you, he scoffs. “Scared me half to death, girl.”

While you were smelling the flowers, Daryl crouched down and picked one. He gently moved your hair out of your face and tucked the flower behind your ear. You blush and kiss his cheek.

“I’m glad yer feelin’ better. Was worried ‘bout ya.” He looked away for a moment, then back into your eyes. “Don’t know what I’d do without ya.”

You felt your heart flutter. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

You hugged him tight and stayed like that for a while. You started to hum a song and swayed in his arms.

Daryl scoffs and loosens up so you can sway his body for him. “Whatcha doin’ girl?”

“Dancing with you, duh.”

He smiles and tucks his head into your hair. “Please never stop bein’ you, sunshine.”

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In a past life it was yours, the present is mine

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • At the line up it was revealed your family history, in the future it won’t be used against you, but for now? You have to change the problem from the inside out or all those you love will perish • ANGST/SFW • TW: Past Mental Abuse / PTSD / Trauma / Anxiety / Canon Violence / Depression • Canon re-written

Requested by: Anon

“Well, let’s meet the man shall we?” The right hand to the mystery man says with a smirk as he approaches the RV.

The archer turns to his other half seeing her keep a calm exterior even if the inner feelings spilled in tears.

I’ll always keep you safe Y/N Daryl mouths to her watching her nod smiling through the tears as both of their attention snapped back to what’s in front of them.

As the tension grew in the woods and the creek of the RV door opens followed by whistling that drove chills down their backs. The man stepped out and instantly locked eyes with the archer’s partner, standing there for too long as neither of them said a word. Until a smirk brought itself on his face as he grabs his right hand by the collar pulling him close to tell him something.

Then you know the rest…

As Negan drags Rick into the RV after killing two of their own. Abraham and Glenn. The right hand that is named Simon approaches the group as the vehicle disappears.

“Take the girl” Simon states watching two saviors come up behind Y/N grabbing her by the arms. “Take the hits and scratches, guys. She’s just a little thing anyway”

“Wait WAIT!” Maggie yells watching her friend getting taken as Daryl tried rising to his feet again when Dwight hit him in the back of the head with the blunt end of his crossbow.

Y/N froze watching such as it made it easier to drag her body to one of the trucks. The bigger man out of the two practically tossed her into the back of the van and was immediately pistol whipped by Simon.

“Best I do somethin’ before boss man puts a bullet in your head” Simon scoffs shutting the doors after pushing the guy of the way. “Take her back to the Sanctuary. She don’t need to see what else the man’s gotta do”

And with that the van left, leaving the group confused…Maggie hurt even further and Daryl livid. They didn’t understand why Negan ordered such to happen. Hell they don’t even know when that was ordered. His hushed side conversations were so short because he had other business to attend to.

How…how could he

How could he do this

To me

The drive was long, at least it felt like such. Y/N didn’t know where she was going or who else she would be dealing with but during the unknown period she simply cried. Cried over her deceased family and over the fear of losing the man she loves.

Soon the doors to the back opened and no one was forcing her out of the vehicle until a blond woman came. She grabbed Y/N by the arm and let the girl scratch at her or try to pull away but the grip she had on her? Good luck.

“Where are you taking me?!”

Nothing

“I demand to know!”

Again, nothing

“What is he going to do to my family?!” Y/N snaps before getting shoved in a room as the woman stood at the door a second.

“Family? This is your family, dollface” and the door shut, locking from the other side.

Y/N immediately went toward the door and started pounding against it, screaming out for anyone to let her out. Then she started to look for something to pick the lock with but as she searched the room she was in…it took a second to realize it was a room and not a cell. She decided to look around in hopes she’d find something to help her escape.

Instead she was met with her past.

How come yea never talk about your old life?

I told you a lot. What specifically?

Everybody’s got a family. You never said anythin’ bout that

Guess I’m just. Never ready to talk about it

I don’t think I’ll ever be, even now Y/N frowns holding a picture frame in her hands and the sound of keys jingling startled her to grab something heavy.

When the door opened and Negan stepped through, he quickly dodged the jar of pickles Y/N had grabbed as it hit one of his saviors behind him instead of him.

“Still got a hell of a throw”

Nothing

“How long have yea been with these people?” Negan asks watching her tense and retract at every step he took, inevitably stopping. “You have no idea how long I’ve been lookin’ for you” he snapped for one of his own to close the door to give them more privacy as Y/N immediately shoved him away.

“Why”

“Listen—-“

“WHY!” She yelled loud enough for those standing outside the door, even if the walls were thick. “WHY DID YOU BECOME THIS MONSTER?!”

“Princess, please—-“

“No! You killed my best friend. You don’t get to ‘princess’ me, dad. You took me away from my family…you killed those of MY FAMILY”

“IM YOUR FUCKING FAMILY” Negan finally yells back in her face watching her cower, making him step back taking in the sight to memory. “I’m your blood. You’re my daughter and my family. At least what’s left of it”

“I was your bastard child when you were a teenager…you only cared cuz I got stuck in your care. Then you met Lucille and I was already out of the house…you cut the line there. You moved on but even then…you still went back to your old ways.” Y/N frowns feeling the tears roll off her cheeks. “Now you’re just worse. A monster that put the woman you loved’s name on a bat that killed those important to me…where do you get off”

Before Negan could say another word, Dwight opened the door abruptly which was a big no-no on his part.

“Hey we got Daryl in one of the cells. What’s the next—-“

“What? WHAT” Y/N pushed Negan out of the way as he quickly grabbed at her arm only for her to pull with all her force. He tightened too hard that he heard a crack and instantly let go resulting in her shoving Dwight over like it was nothing and going through the halls.

No one was touching her

Or at least weren’t allowed to intervene

Unless she tried to escape…or help someone escape.

The banging on his cell door gave his position away as Y/N was stopped by the brute guarding his door. But she had about enough in the moment.

“Move out of my way”

“I can’t do that princess”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Or Wha—-“ He was instantly cut off by her leg swung right in between the legs hitting the family jewels hard enough for him to drop. Giving her a window to go for his knife and threaten to cut his throat open the second those chasing her approached.

“Jesus Christ. This is your blood?” Dwight scoffs stepping back every second their eyes locked.

“She’s definitely Negan’s daughter” Laura laughs at the sight watching Negan step closer not giving a single fuck if Y/N took the man’s life.

“It’s best to let him go. Wouldn’t want to be like me right?”

Y/N felt instant regret for her actions after he said such. She slowly released the knife as the guy quickly pulls away bringing himself behind Negan.

The man stood there for a while staring down at his child while his people stand behind him in fear of both Smiths. Then a pain brought itself in his chest watching her cower when he tried to simply step forward and help her up.

A small child took her place sitting there on the floor as he stood before her in his early twenties with a suitcase in one hand and a ticket in the other.

The two locked eyes and he turned around closing the door behind him. Never turning back.

“You get five minutes. But I’m not letting either of you go” Negan frowns opening the door to Daryl cell as he was about to fight whoever opened it when he saw Y/N and Negan on the other side.

The two were soon closed in the cell for privacy with a lantern for the light. Y/N frowns looking at Daryl after just telling him about who her father is and why she hasn’t told him or anybody. It’s not like she knew about his dictatorship in the old world, just knew the man as someone who wanted nothing to do with her as a child and when she became an adult he had already moved on.

“He…we gotta get out of this shithole”

“I don’t think that could happen without a window…or a bullet in one of us”

“From how he wanted yea at the line up, doubt he’d hurt yea”

“I’m not going to let him hurt you” Y/N frowns bringing herself close expecting Daryl to reject her after finding out of her bloodline.

But the archer carefully took her face into his hands wiping away the tears that suddenly sprung from her waterline.

“He may not hurt yea sunshine, but he can still break you”

Before another word could be shared, the door sprung open and Y/N was suddenly grabbed pulling her out of the cell as Daryl tried to use that as a window but was met with his own crossbow aimed at him.

“Don’t you fucking dare hurt him” Y/N thrashed against the grasp two saviors had on her as they lessen their grip when Negan glared at them. “You lay a hand on him and I will make you fucking regret taking me too”

Negan glared at his daughter before turning back to the archer and his people keep him in. He shoved Dwight back before shutting the door and locking Daryl in there. No more words were exchanged but all he did was grab Y/N by the bicep leading her to the rooms and locking her in a new one.

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“How come yea never talked about your family?” Daryl frowns joining Y/N on the porch of their new home. “Ever since we got here you’ve been extra quiet so I’m just assumin’ what the subject matter is”

“I just. Never experienced this niceness before. Like when y’all found me in the woods outside the prison? I had just gotten lost after seeing where my dad had lived all my life without me”

The sadness grew in his expression as he noticed hers barely shift, she’s accepted it a long time ago…but the pain will always be there.

“He had me as a teenager and my mom just gave me to him then fucked off. So he struggled for four years with the help of grandma, then one day I was seated on the carpet watching him pick up a suitcase and walk out the door.” Y/N frowns hugging herself as she kept her gaze to the floor. “It’s a mess of a story. Raised by my grandma, left at 18, heard years later he remarried and didn’t care about my existence further, his wife found out about me and met me in private…then the outbreak happened later and I went to see if they were alive because I had their address for the longest time…and all there was was a house in ruins”

“I’m sorry, sunshine”

“If he’s…still out there and our paths cross…I don’t think I’d want to be on this rock anymore”

________

Daryl kept banging on his cell door for what felt like days. Granted…it was. To be real with what’s going on in Daryl’s mind, he thought he would be beaten to a pulp at this point. Or put through even worse, mental abuse of some kind.

They’ve been treating him well?

His wound

Keeping him fed

He doesn’t quite understand it until Dwight opened the cell one night to give him a sandwich and decided to talk.

“Your woman almost ripped me a new one when I tried to feed yea dog food. She’s takin’ everything like a champ though…with a dad like that.” Dwight laughs. “Everything I had of yours, she almost killed me for. But daddy will do anythin’ to get her to smile. Even if she cries most nights”

“Why the fuck are you telling me this”

“You ain’t dead because she’s doing everything Negan asks of her. Her reward? We don’t hurt you” Dwight states before making his leave and shutting the door forcefully behind him.

Y/N laid in the bed given to her, in the room made just for her. She kept staring at the ceiling dressed in a black dress that someone pointed out was made for pointing out Negan’s wives. But that was shot down by Simon who was assigned to keep her at the Sanctuary and to be honest? Neither of them were happy about it.

“Yo! Princess, boss man wants yea” Simon knocks on the door as Y/N sighs bringing herself to the edge of her bed slipping her boots on before leaving the room.

The two walked to the conference like room and found a head on the table, an anxious Dwight, and an angry Negan.

“Good luck princess” Simon whispers to Y/N, leaving the room laughing.

The annoyance on her face grew, but immediately changed to anger and worry.

“Daryl escaped” Negan snapped the second he locked eyes with his kid. “Who did it.”

“I’ve been with you and in my room almost every hour of every day. Your GOON here doesn’t let me anywhere near Daryl’s fucking cell. Even when he’s not on watch” Y/N gave back the same energy her dad was producing. “You’re always so controlling of everyone around here but what happens when your eyes aren’t glued on your fucking prisoner. He escapes on his GODDAMN OWN”

In a split second, with no thinking before actions made, Negan grabbed her by the throat and forced her against the wall as the thud echoed in the room but the alarming sound was the crack that came from her skull when she made contact. Tears instantly started to stream down her cheeks as she held onto his wrist feeling his grip loosen while her eyes slowly fluttered open after the impact made them shut tight.

Daddy please don’t go

The leader of the saviors suddenly pulled away making her drop to her knees as she instantly pressed her hand to the back of her head noticing the blood on her hand when she retracted.

“You’re just…the same fucking monster…I’ve always known” Y/N sobbed through broken words as Negan towered her unable to move or breathe for the matter. Dwight looked at him a bit confused but a wave of concern came over him as he brought himself to Y/N not caring if she protested.

“Come on. We’ve got a doc” Dwight helped her to her feet directing her out of the room, glancing back to see Negan in his frozen state.

“Daddy please don’t go” The four year old cried hugging onto her father’s leg as Negan drags her agaisnt the carpet before forcefully shaking his leg to get her to fall on her butt.

The tears broke out as she sat on the carpet right in front of the main door.

“I…I can’t do this” Negan frowns picking up his suitcase after slipping on his jacket. “I never should’ve had you”

The pout that grew on the little one’s face as the tears streamed down her cheeks while no more sound escaped her.

“I never should’ve left you…” Negan whispers to himself while his own tears rolled off his cheeks.

It’s been days with nothing going on…nothing…not even a visit from his saviors to communities they have under their thumbs. If you were new to one? You wouldn’t be able to tell they were controlled by someone unless somebody told you. But even then, they didn’t collect every other week. Didn’t threaten anymore people.

Nothing happened. Then the radio gave off receiving static.

“Rick. We gotta talk”

Rick looks at his radio with concern before looking across the table at his partner as Michonne shared the same concern but was also littered with confusion and doubt. This could be a trap of some sorts.

While Negan may have done nothing. The group had gotten to work on lessen the Savior population (once Daryl returned) by attacking more outposts with the help of the Kingdom, the Hilltop, and few Oceanside…it was top priority while certain few wanted to get their person back.

“He could’ve killed her by now” Daryl frowns sitting with Maggie on the steps of the Barrington House as they all decided it be smart for him to stay there in case if they did look for him.

“She’s his daughter. He wanted her, I doubt he would’ve killed her…but something still could’ve happened” Maggie didn’t mean to plant anything in Daryl’s mind, granted he was already thinking of such, but it was overwhelming. When Daryl returned and Negan’s first visit to Alexandria, everyone Y/N was close to found out that she’s Negan’s daughter. It brought a lot of mix feelings but even with certain negative ones, everyone collectively agreed they wanted to get her back safely.

“Daryl…you think that Rick would hurt her?”

“What.” Daryl says sternly noticing how calm and collected Maggie presented herself after saying such.

“From what you’ve told me, Y/N and her father are estranged. He didn’t raise her. She’s nothing like him. It’s just…instead of running with fear, Rick is turning back to that scary version of himself when we first came to Alexandria.” Maggie frowns her finger tips gently brushing her barely showing pregnant belly. “I’m afraid of him hurting her indirectly. To be fair…when I found out, I wanted to do exactly that. But then I remember she’s this outgoing person who’s super smart and an amazing listener to every single concern a person may have…she doesn’t even have to know you long to care so deeply about you…she’s nothing like this monster but he will hurt her and Rick will break some part of her”

While all of such happened, the Sanctuary sort of collapsed within itself once Negan disappeared. He just left without a word and Simon tried taking his place but then the people that Negan tortured under his boot for so long, started to fight back finally. Y/N watched it all unfold while packing up her stuff and planning her route out but it came clear to those die hard followers that she’s something that can bring him back.

Which he was planning to do while he stood in the old outpost, the first one the group attacked that led to their deaths. Negan sighed when Rick didn’t immediately come into view but once he did, he wasn’t alone. He didn’t have the whole group or those who’ve lost their partners. All he needed was Michonne and his son Carl. Knowing they’d keep him centered.

“If this is a trap, the others know to come rain hellfire on—-“

“The Sanctuary is currently imploding. None of’em like Simon and won’t follow him. Whatever you want to do to me, I’ll let yea do. As long as you don’t punish her for my actions”

Carl’s expression softened hearing such as he didn’t think about that. His dad was just mad and terrified of what else could happen since Negan hasn’t done anything to them. Little do they know the shit he’s been putting his kid through mentally, and the few times physically that one would think she endured it all for her family.

“Dad. This seems…like the truth, but we still need to be careful”

“You should listen to the kid.” Negan states only for Rick to take that moment and right hook him making him stumble a bit as Michonne quickly pulled Rick back knowing he was about to do more. “I deserved that”

“You deserve a whole lot worse”

“And I’m telling you…” The man straightens himself up brushing the blood from his busted lip on the back of his hand. “Do whatever you want to me”

Before Rick could get to say his response, Carl stepped in front of him to physically cut him off.

“Why? Why are you rolling over on your back now? After you killed Glenn…killed Abraham…killed all those people just to gain superiority but we just…” Carl couldn’t connect the dots, even if they were right there, guess part of him wanted him to say it.

“I hurt her.” Negan stated watching all of them tense. “I hurt my daughter. I tried so hard to get some fuckin’ relationship back after what I’ve done in the past. But the present was never mine. Then I really hurt her…for something someone else did, and I could’ve killed her…I’ll do whatever yea want me to do, and let you do whatever you want to me…for her promised safety”

________

Daryl sat on the porch checking his bike after they had gotten it back from the outpost. He felt her presence and felt it when Y/N brought her arms around his waist.

“You alright?”

“You know, whatever happens with whatever comes next…I’d always choose you”

The archer brought himself to turn toward her so he could wrap his arms around her kissing the top of her head whispering again asking if she was okay. She was.

________

She will always want to be in his arms.

Y/N stood outside the Sanctuary or what it used to be as people left…communities took people in, die hard followers were skeptical but given a second chance, Simon ran off, and she stayed at the place that kept her mentally beaten. But with her father, the Grimes (minus Jude), Daryl, Maggie, the king Ezekiel, Cyndie from Oceanside, and those who wanted to witness Negan get punished.

People wanted him dead. Rick wanted him to rot. So a bit of both happened. Y/N watched Rick put all his anger out on Negan and every punch made her flinch. She felt the tears come but no sound escaped her. Maggie brought herself to the other side of her friend while Daryl was on the other. She carefully took her hand into hers feeling her squeeze.

He’s a monster. He did all this horrible things and even with a good like…getting rid of it all…the pain was still there but so was the child from before the hell.

Michonne grabbed Rick’s shoulder when she thought Negan had enough but she also had enough of her friend watching her partner beat up her father.

“Patch’em up” Rick scoffs turning away from Y/N knowing if he looked at her, the regret will build. The new doc that his son found on a walk in the woods, Siddiq, took care of patching up Negan while Gabriel and Aaron tied him up taking him back to the cell that Morgan had made.

It was late in the night when Daryl felt the emptiness beside him and decided to get up looking for his partner who simply sat on the steps leading to the main floor. Her tired eyes said it all as he wished she had woken him to the nightmare she endured alone. He brought himself to sit beside Y/N as she flinched when he tried to check the bandage that was on the back of her head. The doc at the Sanctuary had to shave a part to get stitches in there after…yknow.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Yeah…”

“No…I mean, does it still hurt” Daryl frowns watching her tears build up as she continued to hug her knees to her chest hiding her face feeling him bring his arm around her. “You should’ve never had to deal with that shit, and shouldn’t have seen what happen”

“I couldn’t…let him hurt you or my family…I just…the words won’t come out clear in my mind…I just couldn’t lose anymore”

Daryl watched her unravel as he didn’t let her go bringing her into his embrace and into his lap. Holding her desperately close as Y/N latched onto his person afraid they’d fall apart if she let go.

________

“You can have everythin’ and you still choose him?”

Y/N frowns looking at her father after she was forced to put on the outfit given to her. She looks around at the room surrounding her before locking eyes with the man that helped bring her into this world.

“He fixed what you broke” She states crossing her arms and holding her ground. “He didn’t have to, hell I did my best to keep my past to myself. But he loves me, protects me, makes me feel wanted…”

Negan wanted to speak but watched her hold her hand up to shut him up.

“I will always choose Daryl Dixon, over every man on this god forsaken planet”

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