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That look just gets me EVERY time . .

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Promise | Daryl Dixon

Daryl Dixon x Reader

A/N: I've loved daryl dixon since middle school and now i feel like i should try to write him! this was not requested but i really felt like writing for him so here i am.

Summary: Ever since things started slowing down at the prison, and more people started to join the group, Daryl started... Distancing himself from you. You've had enough.

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Word Count: 1100

The prison has been without incident for two weeks now. A couple weeks ago a fight broke out, and before that, it had been a case of theft… Things that remind you of the old world. Small things compared to some of the big ones you've experienced.

Things seem… Nice. People are starting to flourish, people are starting to grow. You've made new friends, new fellow survivors who you share your days with. It's comforting to know that after everything you have somewhere safe to be, even if only for now.

The only thing is that… Daryl never talks to you.

See, to many people this might be normal. He's Mr. Macho. He's the one that stays secluded and isolated and never talks unless he has to but… This is different. He's always been different with you. You've always been the one who tries your best to check on him, to care for him, even when he's pushing himself away.

Even back on Hershel's farm, when he kept his tent far away, you walked out there every day to check on him and keep him company. When Andrea accidentally shot him and he seemed to be on death's door you were the one to help him through that.

Once the farm got overrun, and you all started frantically trying to find a new place to be, you two had gotten even closer. He'd watch your back, and you'd try to watch his, it was as great as a new friendship could be in a world that has ended.

But after the prison got up and running and after things calmed down he started to… Disappear. When you'd go to find him for hunts he wouldn't be there, or he'd already be gone. When you'd try to do anything with him he'd practically push you into a different group.

You have to admit, it hurts. You thought things were going well, but all of a sudden he's completely cold-shouldering you.

It's been a long day, and in your frustration, you realize that all you want is the man you had once thought of as your best friend. Daryl. You huff and climb on the long stairs of the prison up to the back where Daryl put his cell. Pretty much as far away from everyone as possible, in true Daryl fashion.

“Hey…” You say, leaning against the entranceway to the cell. The cell door is only half closed and you see he's cleaning his bow.

“What?” He asks, instead of saying hello back. You roll your eyes.

“Just wanted to talk for a minute.” You say, trying to smile at him.

“Then talk.” He says, his voice frustrated. You feel the emotion pool up in your chest.

“I just- How have you been? We haven't talked much lately, but-”

“Ya got anything important to say or are ya just here to bug me?” Daryl asks, finally looking up at you. You tear up and turn away, taking a few steps away from the cell.

“Whatever…” You say. Before you make it to the stairs though you pause. You turn around and march to the door. “You know you don't have to be such a jerk.”

“'Scuse me?” Daryl asks, his eyes piercing as he puts down his crossbow.

“You heard me. What is your problem?” You ask, angry. You're done having him ignore you like this. “All I want to do is talk to my best friend for more than ten minutes-”

“Best friend? Please, ya can't be serious.” Daryl snaps. He stands up and throws his arms out. “I ain't yer best friend. Go talk to someone else.”

“What happened to us being close, huh? You used to like being around me.” You say, your voice raising.

“I did like bein’ around ya. But things change.” Daryl says, turning around and picking up his jacket. He always has to be fidgeting with something.

“Why?” You ask, your voice breaking a bit. You cough and shake your head. “Why do things have to change? What did I do wrong?”

“Ya didn't do nothing. Just… Just go be with someone else. I got issues I gotta take care of.” He says. He isn't looking at you, head looking down at the small patch on his jacket that you added.

“… I don't want to be with someone else.” You say.

“Well, ya should!” Daryl suddenly yells. “Go be with someone actually worth somethin’.”

Your heart breaks. You finally step into his cell and walk up to him. He's purposefully avoiding eye contact with you and you reach out and touch his arm. He moves away only for a second before letting you touch him.

“Daryl… You're my best friend. I'm gonna be honest, you're probably more than that, you mean the world to me. You're who I want to be around… Don't tell me you've been pushing me away because of that.”

Daryl doesn't say anything and frowns. He looks at you before looking back down.

“Don't want ya findin' out ya wasted yer time on me,” Daryl says. You reach up and gently tuck his hair behind his ear. He flinches slightly and you frown.

“Let me make that choice, okay?” You say gently.

“But-”

“Let me make my own choices. I want to be around you. I want to talk to you and hang out with you. You're it for me, whether you want it to be romantic or platonic, I want you in my life.” You say. You reach down and straighten his shirt. “Everyone else here doesn't get what we've been through. You do. Do you want me around?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Then you’re stuck with me.” You say, smiling at him.

"M'sorry." He says, as he tries to look away to hide his smile but you catch it anyways.

“There you are.” You say, grinning.

“Stop.” He mumbles, trying to turn away again, his smile getting bigger. You grab his hands turn him back to you and smile widely at him. You love his smile. “Said stop, punk.”

You laugh and lean up to kiss his cheek. You can feel how warm it is.

“Don’t leave me, okay?” You ask, looking up at him. Your smile is gone now, and he can tell you’re serious. “Don’t push me away. Please.”

“A’right. Promise.” He says, shrugging, but he still has that genuine look in his eyes.

“Pinky promise?” You ask, holding out your pinky. He rolls his eyes.

“What're ya, six?”

“Shut up and pinky promise me, Dixon.” You say, laughing. He scoffs and his pinky interlocks with yours.

“Promise.”

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Tipsy

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

A/N: hope you guys enjoy this!! it was fun for me to write. reblogs are appreciated<3

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, p-in-v, spanking, should i say more? 18+!!!

Daryl wasn’t sure how he got here but he knew he wasn’t complaining. His hands ran over his face at the girl below him, begging him to take her. His thoughts were scattered and he was aching as well. He couldn’t help but to think back to the exact thing that brought them alone together in this very room.

Rosita was having a welcoming party for some of the survivors him and Rick had found on the way back from a run, they were very trustworthy people Rick thought, Daryl on other had have some concerns but eventually brushed it off. She was very welcoming to this new found group of people, leaving Daryl to become protective over her anytime she was in a room with them or around them.

But somehow this welcoming party ended up with a few shots of whiskey and other drinks Rosita pulled from her cabinet. Which turned into a very let lose Rosita who sat at the table making sexual jokes towards the girl and Daryl making their cheeks and face turn a blood red color. She wanted her embarrassment to slip away from her so a few more shots should do the trick, but that only turned into more embarrassment when she lost control of herself, clinging to Daryls sides, rubbing his arms and complimenting him every so often.

It was no surprise her and Daryl had something. But it wasn’t really anything to slap a label on, neither of them did that kind of stuff, the rest of the group was aware of the strange friendship they had, sneaking off together to find abandoned cabins so you could spend time together, Daryls light hearted effort at bringing her things back from a run that put himself in danger sometimes just for her, the fact that every time the group was on the run before they found Alexandria they both always seemed to choose each other to snuggle up to in the abandoned places or in the ice chattering winter. It never failed, they always chose each other, but that’s as far as it went, there no kissing, no romance, just small things that made them both very much close.

That was until tonight. Daryl was flustered to say the least, he had no idea how to help her in her state of mind especially when she couldn’t keep her hands to herself, so he snuck away leaving you with Tara and Rosita as he sat in the corner, keeping a close eye on her as she danced and laughed with the other girls, this was the first time Daryl had ever seen her so careless, free, having fun. He loved this look on her.

“Daryl!” She slurred, stumbling over to him.

She met eyes with the man, almsot tripping over her own feet. Her body was warm with alcohol, her head spinning and joy rushing through her veins. She wasn’t sure when she had let lose this much but she was enjoying it. She fell right into his lap, her legs over his while she wrapped her arms around his neck, earning a grunt from him. She looked at his flustered face giggling at his reaction, she was fully aware of the effect she had on him. She placed a small kiss to his cheek.

“Wha was that for?” His cheeks flushed even more.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

“Who would if I didn’t?” He joked, she laughed along with him.

Daryl was impressed at himself for controlling hisself but it was getting more difficult as the alcohol coursed through both of their bodies and she began squirming and giggling in his lap. She leaned up, grabbing his bottle from the table sat in front of him, he noticed her dress rose up almost flashing him in the progress. She sat back down, adjusting herself and that’s when she felt it. Him.

Daryl wasn’t sure what it was, the alcohol or the girl that he loved dearly sitting on his lap in a very short dress, taunting him enticingly with every move. She smirked, now realizing exactly what she was doing to him.

“You want me or something, big guy?” She giggled drunkenly, her hands on his broad shoulders.

He grunted. “I’m sorry, I-“

“Take me to bed then.” She began to rub his shoulders.

This was killing him. Every moment.

“No, y/n-“

“Pleaseeee.” She pouts.

How could he say no to that?

“You’ve hada nough.” He grumbles, pulling the beer bottle from her hand. “Let’s get you home.”

The disappointment flooded through her along with the slight embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she said that and that a few seconds ago she was sitting on Daryl Dixons lap while he had a boner, all because of her.

She let out a squeal when he lifted her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style out the door. She was far too clumsy to walk and he could definitely handle his liquor. Her face buried itself in his chest, the cool wind blowing against her skin.

“You’re warm.” She mutters, eyes feeling heavy.

“You gonna pass out on me?” He jokes.

“Maybe.”

Once Daryl gets her to her house, he lays her in the soft bed, she grips his collar pulling him to her.

“Please kiss me.” She begs needly.

“Yer drunk, Y/N.” He sighs, his hands planted on both sides of her now.

“So are you, please I want you.”

All of the begging made him slightly uncomfortable in his pants, she connected their lips and Daryl didn’t kiss back at first but when he did another foreign feeling exploded through her, going straight between her legs. She whimpered against his lips, causing his breathing to hitch slightly as she rubbed her legs together to get rid of the friction.

“Daryl, please, I-“

“You want me baby?” His hands playing with the hem of her dress.

“Yes.” She breathes.

She giggles, hooking her hands in the hem of his pants, cupping him in his ever so aching areas, a groan fell from his lip. She rubbed him slowly, seeing the effect it had on him made the wetness in her panties spread. She wanted him so bad for so long she couldn’t believe it was finally here.

“Wanna-wanna feel you around me so bad.” He mutters, his hips bucking into her palm.

She squeals once his hands get under her dress, his hands sliding up her thighs, sending vibrations through her as he presses a finger down to her aching wet core, causing her to whimper. “This for me?”

“All for you.”

“You wear this to tease me tonight? Dancin’ around in this little short dress, touchin’ on me. You knew what you were doing, ya little slut.”

His words were laced with lust. Pressing his thumb down harder to her clit, she moaned her hands shaking has he rubbed slowly, her hands finding her way to his shoulders. Her legs instinctively spread, inviting him in, he thrusts into her every so often, his other hand rubbing circles on her hips. She was falling apart underneath of him and he was enjoying it.

“You want this?” He asks but nothing was heard from her besides whimpers and moans. “You gotta use your words sunshine.”

“Y-yes.” She moans. “I want it, take it from me. I wanna make you feel so good.”

He moves his hand off causing her whine at the lack of sensation. “I should spank ya for teasing me like this.”

Oh man. She thinks, realizing the trouble she has gotten herself into. She did admittedly wear this dress just for Daryl, hoping he would notice her but he noticed her in different way. In one swift motion he sits down, grabbing both of her wrists and yanking her over his lap, she gasps. Her legs squeeze together, rubbing together for friction once more, her core dripping, begging and aching for him to touch her.

“Yer so needy baby. S’hot.” He murmurs, rubbing her skin from her back down.

She whimpers as soon as his hand makes contact with her skin, he lifts his hand and lands hard. The pain connects with her aching core, sending her forward slightly. He runs his index finger up and down her core.

“You like that baby?” He whispers, she nods, causing him to land his hand back down on her. “Use your words, sunshine.”

“Y-yes. Touch me, please!”

His hand lands hard again, rubbing the stinging part.

“I should make ya beg for it. Teasin’ me like that. Just like ya do all the time, this is for all those times, Y/N.” He says, the tent in his pants aching.

He collects the slick from between her legs and sinks two fingers inside her. She’s whimpering, aching and begging across his lap. Her body takes over, the knot in her stomach begging to be released as his thick fingers falter in and out, in and out. Her orgasm was intense, her thighs shaking and jolting from under his touch. He pulls them out in one swift motion, bringing them to his mouth and sucking off the juiced.

“You taste so good, bunny.” He groans.

“I want you inside, Daryl.” She begs, squirming from underneath him. “Please.”

He flips her over onto her back, her legs spread inviting him in. The sight is enough to bring you to heaven. He runs his hands over his face. The drunkness mixed with pleasure was something she’d never felt before, Daryl was definitely the only man to make her feel this way.

Daryl unzips his pants in one go, pulling down his boxers and taking his shirt off. His thick cock springs out of his boxers against his stomach, throbbing as every vein sticks out. Her eyes widen. Oh boy was she in for a surprise. He places his hand on her face, brushing her hair back. Her innocent drunk eyes looking into his. He was melting.

“You sure?” He asks.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me Daryl Dixon.” Her impatient response earns a chuckle from him.

He enters in one more, breathing harshly through his nose.

“Ahh!” She whimpers.

The bliss over came her, she pushes back to his thrust, leaving her breathless. Her wetness made him slick enough to slide out easily and re enter.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Your pussy was made for me, sunshine.” He hissed. “S-so good. Feels so good.”

“You feel so good. I love making you feel good.”

His thumb lands on her clit, rubbing in slow teasing circles. The feeling was once again taking over her body. She began clenching around him, causing another hiss out him, her fingers digging into his shoulder blades. Daryl would never forget the sounds falling from her lips. Her second orgasm sent her spiraling into sweet sweet serenity, shortly Daryl following behind with a string of cuss words, fully emptying in her. He pulls out watching the leaking cum slide out of her and he smirks, falling down in the bed next to her.

Her eyes were half closed, her breathing restoring back to normal. His mind suddenly shook from all the filthy thoughts and turned them into sweet cute ones, loving how messy her hair was, and how she was still in her dress, it rolled up and her panties slipped to the side for his easy access. He couldn’t help but savor the moment of the beautiful girl he loves, all fucked out because of him.

“Did I fuck ya to sleep, sunshine?” He whispers, running his fingers softly through her hair.

“Mhm.” She hums.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.” He whispers placing a small kiss on her head.

She grabs his wrists. “No, stay. I want to snuggle with you.”

Snuggle? He snorts.

“Anything for you, bunny.”

He dips back down in the bed, holding her tight against his warm chest. Both slipping into a deep drunken sleep.

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Intro

"Bailey?" Someone tugged at my shoulder. "Hmm?" "Come on sweetheart, we have chores to do." Mom woke me up. "I'm coming, just five more minutes." I turned around. I was getting tired of doing the same chores over and over again, every single day. But they had to be done, or we could be kicked out of this camp. I woke up and walked out of our tent, searching for mom. Now you may think:' Bailey, you're 30 years old and still live with your mom?' And the answer is yes. Yes indeed. But we need each other. After the outbreak happened, I went straight to her home and picked her up. Her body isn't young anymore and someone needs to remind her that. We've been living inside these walls for half a year now, I think. We all got our own tents; mom and I share one.

Our morning begins with looking at the crops, watering them and harvesting them when needed. After that we start our daily routine of washing clothes, including everyone else's. After that we get a little break, so we can take a breather. 'Is that all Bailey?' No, unfortunately. We also have to make diner for the whole camp. Every. Single. Day. But I do all this with love. Because I need my mom to be save. I need her with me, she's my everything. She raised me alone, and now I take care of her. Easy as that.

"What do we have for dinner?" John, one of the group members asked. "We're making a vegetable soup." Mom smiled kindly. "I hate soup, make something else." He demanded. "But this is all we have right now" mom said, her voice small. "I don't care!" John raised his voice. Fuck this. "Hey, back off alright?" I glared at him, holding my head high. "What was that missy?" "I said, shut the fuck up!" I began to stand between mom and him. He looked me up and down. "I don't know if you know, but we make diner here. If you don't like it then that's your problem. Don't eat then. Now fuck off." I could see a vain popping on his head. "You cunt." He said and walked away. I looked behind me, mom was clutching her chest. "Dear, don't smart mouth them. We need this place." She looked down. I gave her a hug. "I know mom, but I won't let them walk over you, you know that." She nodded. I pressed a kiss to her cheek, and we went on with the day.

It's funny how some men thing they are better then woman? Like I mean, hello? Haven't seen the biters walking around? There's an apocalypse going on? Men are equal. Dicks. Daddy issues much? Yes. My dad was never around. Like I said, mom raised me alone. We lived in an apartment, till I moved out. She always made me food, cleaned my room, did my laundry. She was just the best mom you could have. She was, and still is, my shoulder to cry on, my personal therapist and so much more. I love her.

"She had a big mouth." I look over my shoulder and see John coming towards us with the group leader, Matthew. "Care to explain?" He asked. "He was giving my mother a hard time and I just told him to please be calm, and if he didn't like the soup we made, that it wasn't our problem." I shrugged. Matthew could see right trough me. "We don't tell each other to 'fuck off' here, Bailey, you know that." Ah shit. "It won't happen again, Matthew, she's sorry." My dear mom spoke for me. "This was the last strike, Jenny, I'm sorry. But you both have to leave." I couldn't believe it. "He was harassing my mom for god's sake!" John smirked, "you heard him, out." Oh no, no no no. I stormed up to him and gave him a square one in the jaw. "You ruined us. You know that?! All because you thought you were better than us? Well guess what? You'll be dead if I ever find you again. You hear me?!"

The next morning we were thrown out. The big metal doors closed behind us. "Mom, I'm so sorry. I was just standing up for you." "It's alright love, we will find a better group, with kinder people." I love how she held her head high. If there's one person that stayed positive during this whole apocalypse then it's mom. Whatever happens, she never blamed me. She always knew how to keep me going.

We began our journey. We heard that there's this place in Virginia that had walls, houses, warm water even. It would take us weeks to get there, but it was the best for my mom. I don't even know if that place is overrun. It's a big gamble and it's a fifty fifty change that the place is ok. ''Mom, you do want to go see if that place in Virginia is still running?'' ''oh yes dear, it sounded wonderful.'' She smiled up to me. ''But it will take us weeks to get there.'' My voice trailed off. I don't know if she can handle that. ''Bay, we'll see how far we come. I can see the worry in your eyes, but I can be strong. We just have to be smart. We have weapons, well you have weapons, you can protect us. Maybe we even find a car?'' She chuckled, ''we don't know what's coming for us. And we'll never know if we never try, right?'' I nodded and sighed loudly. ''Okey, yes, Okey let's go then.'' I said and hugged her tight. And so we began walking.

The air was thick and the stench of dead and decay was getting worse and worse. The sun was getting warmer and around us the flesh was rotting. We have been walking for a week or so, finding small sheds to hide in overnight. The last shed we went in to was not the best one. We woke up with 4 pairs of hands sticking through the holes in the walls. Mom stayed inside while I tactically took them out. ''You can come out!'' I yelled as I wiped my brow. ''Where did they came from?'' she asked and I just shrugged my shoulders. They can come from everywhere nowadays. We began our daily walk to Virginia. ''Here, mom , have some water.'' It wasn't a question. She need me to remind her to drink water, especially in this heat. She grabbed the bottle from me and took a sip. ''Don't you want anything dear?'' ''Nah mom, I'm good.'' As the day went by, and we walked some miles, we stumbled upon an abandoned school bus. ''Look mom, maybe we can hide in there for tonight.'' I smiled. I was happy to see a vehicle, even though it didn't look like it turned on. All the doors were still in tact so we could close them over night. Mom was already at the side of the school bus, ''Careful there, there might be walkers around or under it, hell maybe even in the bus.'' I said and carefully walked over, looking around. I bend my knees to look under the bus and there was no one. I did a lap around the bus, and even that was clear. A scream pierced my ears as I ran to the back. ''Mom!'' I yelled. She had mindlessly opened the door and there were two walkers on top of her. I quickly put a knife to their head and pulled them off of her. I kneeled down beside her. ''Mom, please tell me you weren't-'' she held up her arm. A bite mark. ''Honey, I-'' she began to panic. ''No, mom, it's ok. Look, we can but this rag over it and you wont see it anymore.'' I said and wrapped up her arm.

We both know the ending. I don't want to think about it now. It could take a couple of days before the fever starts to set in, she'll slowly lose consciousness and eventually turn. Mom began to sniffle and I turned to her, ''Mom, hey, look at me. You're going to be okey.'' I reassured her. We both know she wouldn't be okey. But we have to keep our head up high, like she always did. I quickly checked in the bus and it was save. I helped mom up so she could sit on one of the benches. At least this is comfortable for her. ''We can have diner here, and maybe even sleep on one of the benches.'' I told her and she just nodded. I can already see that she's fading mentally. She preparing herself for what's to come. I need to do the same, because I'll be lost without her.

We tried to make the most of the night, knowing we had a heard time coming. Her body was old, old for her age. That might sound crazy, but sometimes, due to lack of selfcare, your body grows older quicker than your mind. It didn't take days for her.

            ''I had all and then most of you...                                      ... some and now none of you''

A day later and I was already preparing myself for what I'll have to do. She was very sick, couching up a storm and blood. Her body was weak. ''Hey mom,'' I sat down beside her, ''You know I love you right?'' I said, my eyes brimming with tears. She nodded weakly. ''I... love you... too... dear''.

        ''When the night was full of terrors...                            ...and your eyes were filled with tears''

''Mom, you don't want to turn, do you...'' I asked, breathing heavy. She looked scared. ''.. no..'' her voice small. I know I had to do it, I just didn't know how. I held her in my arms as we both cried. I'm not ready to say goodbye yet. ''I'll miss you, mom.'' I whispered. ''I'll.. always be.. with you..'' she cried. She slowly put her hand on my cheek. She wiped away the tears. ''You... have to.. make it.. to Virginia.... For me..'' she breathed. I nodded, ''I will mom, I will.'' I hugged her.

I felt her slipping away, her body limp in my hands. Soon she would turn. I wiped my tears. I know what I have to do. ''Why us?'' I asked looking up at the sky. ''Why did you have to do this!'' My head hung low. I slowly unsheathed my knife, my hands trembling. I had killed enough walkers to know how to do this. Never a human, and never in a million years would I thought that I had to put my own mother down. I held her tight against me, her head laying in my lap. I lay over her, hugging her tightly before sending her to heaven. ''I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, sorry sorry sorry.'' I cried out and fell backwards, hugging my knees...

                   ''I don't know what I'm supposed to do...                                   ... haunted by the ghost of you''

It's been a week since mom died. I left the bus two days later. I buried her there, it's the least she deserved. I have been feeling numb ever since. I'm alone now. It's still weeks' worth of walking till I reach that place, but its what she wanted. So I kept going. I eventually found car that could bring me closer, but not close enough. I killed some walkers here and there. Never saw any people.

And so I continued our journey,                             which has now become my own...

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Hey, I’m back! 😂 A request, please.

Alexandria, Pre-Negan.

Daryl and singer!reader are really close since the quarry, mutual pining but he’s still holding back. She’s naturally sweet and carefree. But she’s smart, stubborn and strong. Just the way Daryl likes.

Imagine when the group finally settled down, reader sees that Daryl is unease with the fact that reader is playing the “innocent and naive” role with Carol. Seeing her in a mini summer dress that looks innocently sexy, baking cookies, walking around to secretly spy on the Alexandrians, talking to them, and blending in.

One night, reader was just in her room (she lives with Carol) playing a guitar that she was given from one of the Alexandrians as she mentioned it once that she used to write and play songs in gigs before. Feeling thirsty, she makes her way down the kitchen to find Carol with Daryl, he sees her wearing a silk night gown, all domesticated, forgets that Carol is still talking to get him to shower.

“Okay, I’m saying this because I care about you, Hon.” Reader sighs, continues by making a face. “I’m sorry. But you really stink.” Daryl blushes with the nickname, eventually gives in but not without saying a remark about the reader and carol that just made them roll their eyes. Carol leaves the house for some reason, and then reader tells him that she found men’s clothes in her drawer, he follows behind with reader lacing their fingers together. She gets him the clothes and tells him to meet her back in her room. When he’s done, he walks in to find reader singing with a guitar and a notepad. Reader stops and calls him over to her bed, he sits there, and she tells him she wants him to hear the song she wrote for him. The song is called “Breathless” by Better than ezra but Taylor Swift’s version. (Let’s just pretend she wrote it for him, okay. 🥺 the song is perfect for him.)

He gets all shy, and awkward saying “No one’s ever written a song about me before.”

“You’re so good to me.”

“It’s funny that I’m always with you and you haven’t gotten used to it.” Read says.

Reader begs for him to take it easy on himself. “In fact, you can sleep here with me. I mean, the bed’s big enough for two people. It’s not like we haven’t slept next to each other before.”

“Please, Daryl. Sleep.”

“I’m not sleeping unless you are.”

“You’re a pain in my ass, girl.” Goes to the other side of her bed to lay down.

She puts her stuff away and lays there with him.

Daryl’s still worried that she might slip completely into the role and fall weak, so he tells her. But the main reason is that Aiden, and the other Alexandrian men sees her as a fresh new meat.

“I don’t like the way what’s-his-face looks at you. S’like he’s never seen a pretty girl before.” He says making her laugh and look at him ridiculously. You decide how their conversation goes, please.

Ending with reader falling asleep, and Daryl watches. He feels like a creep, so he carefully leaves her bed. Contemplating whether to leave a kiss on her forehead or not… he does. 😏

I hope you like the idea 🥺

I have an idea for part 2, if you’re interested. 👉👈

Hiii sweetie!!

First at all sorry for taking me so long to post it, I really loved the idea and I needed to search the song but I really wanted to write it, It was a beautiful idea and... I took some liberties, I hope you don't mind!!

The second part just depends if you liked the first one🤭

Hope you like it as much I did writing it!

Enjoy!!

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Breathless.

Daryl Dixon x Singer!Reader.

One shot.

Requested by: @ravendixon

Warnings: Fluff and little sad too.

Words: 4300

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Alexandria seems a safe place. When Aaron takes you all there, the doors open and you can see the streets of the community, everything is in perfect condition, the people who already live there go from one place to another, focusing on their own tasks, but it is true that the newcomers attract attention and come closer to see them and say hello. Rick's group is still alert, you have been through too much, Terminus is still very much on your mind, you are still mourning your losses, both for the Prison and for your companions left behind. Deanna welcomes you all, one by one you pass by her office to tell them about your experiences outside those walls.

You feel short of breath as you are shown where you will be living, two beautiful two-flood houses for your group. You unconsciously hold onto Daryl's arm, pressing your fingers against his skin. He looks at you with a slight frown.

"Yer 'kay?"

"Y-yeah, I just... I never thought I'd live in a house again." You confess feeling a little embarrassed and Daryl smiles putting his arm around your shoulders.

**

A couple of weeks have passed and the group seems to be adjusting well to the community. Some are still leery that things are so easy in there, your people are not prepared for an attack, to defend themselves from death, Rick wants to talk some sense into Deanna and Maggie is his best card for that. Carl has made friends, some already have jobs helping to build and protect the community.

And then there's you.

Daryl remembers the first day you left your new house along with Carol. He was sitting on the porch fixing his crossbow, he hadn't even entered the house yet, it was like a barrier he couldn't cross. His best friend came out dressed as if she were a simple housewife, Carol could be many things, but certainly not what she pretended to pretend to be; an innocent, scared, helpless woman. He opened his mouth ready to mock her when you came out of the house too and his words got stuck in his throat as his brain shut down.

Ever since you met at the quarry there has always been a little tug of war between you, your friendship has grown stronger over time, Shane taught you to shoot at the Greene's farm, but he taught tracking, hunting, you both liked to go out into the woods and look for small animals to take back to camp, nothing too big as you didn't feel safe using the hunter's crossbow, it was like an extension of himself and you feared you might break it. Since you felt, albeit momentarily, that you were safe in the CDC something started to change between you, a little more intimate, more intense atmosphere was created around you, everyone noticed, Daryl noticed, but he always took a step back. He liked you the way you were, loving and kind, but also determined, strong, stubborn sometimes too, but that made the game you had more interesting. Still he never dared to say anything out loud, he knew you deserved better than him, even though he knew perfectly well your feelings for him.

That's why when he saw you show up like this; stripped of your military pants, your black high boots, all the layers of t-shirts you always wore on top to avoid bites, your gun holster on your leg, your belt with your knives and the rifle on your back to change it for a sky blue dress, tied at the neck, long to mid-thigh, your bare feet only protected by sandals that buckled at your ankles, plus you had left your hair loose, falling unruly and wild, still a little wet. Daryl was convinced that he had never seen you expose so much skin before and that made, even though his brain was off, all the blood rush to his crotch, making him feel terribly uncomfortable with himself.

He had never felt only sexual desire towards you, in fact he had always looked at you with respect, as a friend, as a companion, he did have feelings for you, but it was not only a physical attraction, nevertheless when he saw you dressed like this he had a terrible urge to run his fingers up and down your legs, wondering if your skin would be as soft as it looked, if it would be warm and delicate under his big rough hands, calloused from intense work.

"Y-ya look ridiculous..." Was the only coherent thing he was able to say when you were already walking away from the house.

Since that day you and Carol have taken on the role of the simple, kind women of the group, wanting to fit in, too scared of the outside world to go back. It was all a facade, you were trying to figure out what exactly this place was, why everything seemed so wonderful, something must be hiding and you had to protect your people. Still the role of housewife you were good at, baking cookies with Carol, learning to cook old woman's recipes, gossiping with other women of ages close to yours. Being one more.

**

That night Daryl arrives tired, he has been out all day, since Eric got injured Aaron has asked him to be his partner to explore and recruit people, he has even shown him a motorcycle to pieces that, if he manages to restore it, will be his, Daryl feels good with this, it allows him to get out of those walls that stifle him and having his hands and mind busy on the bike makes him think less about the flight of your dress every time he sees you strolling the streets of Alexandria.

Today has been a particularly intense day, Aaron wanted to capture a horse to take with them, but finally the Walkers have arrived before them, it was a pity, it could have been useful to them, but now the world is more of a bastard than it was before.

He sighs taking the crossbow off his back as he enters the kitchen, Carol is there preparing something to eat to continue to fascinate the rest of the inhabitants, Daryl no longer makes an effort to bother her with his jokes, the woman ignores him completely. He sets the crossbow down on the counter and receives a sharp glare from her companion.

"Sorry." He mutters taking it from the table.

She just smiles and goes on with what she is doing, her friend just sits on a free stool, watching her silently. Suddenly his head rises as he hears a soft melody coming from upstairs, your voice accompanies it seconds later.

It's fascinating, he's always found it so, that ability you have to relax his whole body with your voice, he discovered you could sing at the Greene farm, when you and Beth would spend some time with her guitar, the two of you on the porch singing, trying to relieve the uneasiness of the whole situation around you. At first Daryl felt irritated, there were important things to take care of, sitting there around the fire singing as if it were a religious camp was getting on his nerves, but at the same time soon after he found himself looking for those little moments that mitigated his own nerves and his anxiety about not finding Sophia.

After the prison fell he had not heard you sing again, it is true that you had spent all that time apart.

But now...

He can't help but close his eyes and let the muffled melody from the distance rock him lightly on his stool, feeling the tiredness grow heavier in his body, wanting to fall asleep right there.

"Why don't you finally take a decent shower, go up there and get your affairs in order?" Carol's voice snaps him out of his trance as if a bucket of water has been thrown over him. He stirs uncomfortably and denies.

"There's nothin' to put in order."

"Daryl..."

"Carol. No." He cuts her off abruptly, Daryl has long since stopped being the wild dog that accompanied his brother Merle, with a shitty temper and getting defensive at every second, but sometimes he needs to stop her.

The melody has stopped, Daryl isn't aware of it until he hears your footsteps approaching all the way to the kitchen. Again his brain shuts down when he sees you walk in wearing a soft silk nightgown, bare feet, and hair made into a bun with the help of a pen. You greet them with a nod, not really caring that Daryl sees you like this, and grab some water from the tap.

"...And take a shower." Daryl hears as an echo of his friend's voice, but his eyes are totally riveted on you. You nod your head after drinking your glass of water.

"Carol's right, we're telling you because we care about you, Hon." You tell her sighing. "I'm sorry, but you stink..." You pout a little in apology, but Daryl just feels a ringing in his ears.

He is not even capable of being offended by your words. Honey. You've called him honey and even though he knows it's just a small token of affection, it gets his heart racing and his cheeks warm. It sounds good, he likes the way the word comes out of your mouth, it gives him goosebumps, he knows he's never had that feeling, not like this. He stays in the background, or at least he feels that way, you continue talking to Carol as the woman takes what looks like a lasagna out of the oven and places it carefully on the counter, it smells good, looks appetizing, but even that doesn't bring him out of his state, totally transfixed watching you rub your bare arms and your feet twitch nervously.

"Take care, Carol, see you tomorrow." You wave goodbye to the woman who leaves the kitchen and at the same time the house. The pomp where Daryl's mind was submerged then breaks.

"Where's she goin'?" he asks confused, but you shake your head.

"She has a date." You joke, waggling your eyebrows mischievously, and Daryl frowns. "You know? I found some men's clothes in my room, a young couple probably slept there, why don't we take a look and try something on?"

Daryl is going to protest. No, he's not going to change clothes, he's not going to try on anyone's clothes. It's fine the way it is, thank you. But you take his hand, pull him close and head upstairs. Your fingers intertwine and Daryl forgets what he meant again, his gaze locked on your hands, the warm touch running down his body, letting you guide him without resistance.

You enter your room, Daryl stands in the doorway contemplating the place curiously, it's decorated, but it's obvious you've made some changes with your own taste, on the bed there's a guitar and several sheets of paper scattered here and there.

"A guitar?"

"Yes, Carl's friends gave it to me." You explain, opening your closet and taking out a brown box from there that you leave on the table. "They have like a secret base that they go around keeping things that are found in uninhabited houses, Carl told them that I sang and wrote songs before all this and they gave it to me." You explain feeling your cheeks redden a little.

"That's great." He admits moving a little closer to you. "It's been a long time since I've heard ya sing." He gets sincere, your eyes connect and you stay like that for a few seconds until you finally look down, sheepishly, and pull a t-shirt and pants out of the box.

"Why don't you try these on? I don't know exactly your size, but I think it might fit you." You urge him and Daryl takes it, though he's still not quite sure about this. "When you're ready, come and show me how it fits." You ask him with a wink.

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So now he's there, looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, his hair wet after the shower he has taken. He's not sure if it's been ten or twenty minutes since he got in there, but he really wanted to wash himself thoroughly before putting on the clothes you've given him. His eyes roam over his own body, beard several days old, skin toasted by the sun, marked by dozens of wounds, scars, bruises from expeditions, alone or with Aaron, not to mention the memories branded on his back. No, he's certainly not the man you deserve.

He grunts at his own reflection before putting on the t-shirt and pants you have found, he feels overwhelmed suddenly, the t-shirt is too tight around his arms and neck, the man wearing those clothes was thinner than him or at least his body was different, in the pants he fits well, he has to admit he has to reposition himself inside the fabric reminding himself that for things like this he prefers wider clothes. He leaves the bathroom returning to your room, again there is music coming from there, he shyly peeks out the door not wanting to interrupt you. From his position he watches silently as you mumble a melody, you stop your fingers along the guitar to pick up your pen and write something on your sheets, you play again, stop, cross out what you have written and put something else and try again. Daryl smiles to see you so focused, he enters the room and you stop to look at him. His cheeks redden again as your eyes run over him from head to toe and you smile in amusement.

"You don't look bad at all..."

"'M gonna explode." He confesses waving his arms trying to get comfortable under the fabric. You laugh and gesture for him to come over to the bed and crawl across the mattress to grab a pair of scissors. Daryl walks over to you, sits down next to you and lets you cut the sleeves off his shirt, like all his old t-shirts, you also make a couple of cuts on his neck and Daryl feels like he can breathe normal again. "Thanks..."

"My pleasure, honey, for anything you need." You offer and leave the scissors on the bedside table.

"What yer doin'?" he asks you trying to concentrate again on your papers and not all your exposed skin.

"It's... I'm glad you asked." You smile broadly confusing him a little. "I'm writing a song about you and I'd like you to hear it." You propose, Daryl's heart pounding in his chest, feeling his hands suddenly tremble.

"No one's ever written a song about me before..." He whispers shyly and you can't help but smile. "I'd love to hear it."

Even though you smile excitedly you can't help but let your nerves get to you a little. It's a song you've been working on since the guitar fell into your hands a few days ago. You've put a lot of your feelings about him into it and even though you know Daryl would never do anything to hurt you, you're scared to see his reaction. You settle down on the mattress, cross your legs and place the guitar in your lap. Daryl swallows hard as in your movement the skirt of your nightgown has lifted a little and he could see a flash of pink under it, giving him a small heart attack. Now the guitar acts as a barrier between his eyes and your... and he appreciates it.

Immediately the melody begins to flood the room, the soft chords once again engulfing Daryl in a state of relaxation that he still can't explain.

Here you are now

Fresh from your wars

Back from the edge of time

And all that you were

Stripped to the bone

I thought you'd want to know

Again your voice and the chords rock his body, they bring calm and relaxation to his mind, he missed seeing you and hearing you sing, now he is aware of it, he feels a little prick in his chest because Beth is not by your side to accompany your song, your voice guides him to those quiet days in the Prison when he thought you had found the perfect shelter, that nothing bad was going to happen to you again.

When you feel the world is

Crashing all around your

Feet come running headlong

Into my arms

Breathless.

I'll never judge you

I can only love you

Come now, running headlong into my arms

Breathless.

Can he kiss you? would it be okay if he did when you finished singing? Because Daryl feels an urgent need to do so, he wants to lean into you, cradle your face in his hands and kiss you on the lips, softly, slowly, enjoying the sensation, guessing how they feel, whether they will be soft, warm, the taste of your skin against his, of your tongue tangling with his.

He would really love to find out.

However he comes back to reality when you stop singing, your gaze on him, waiting for him to say something, but as the song says, he is breathless. He feels on cloud nine, unable to believe that all that came out inspired by him, all those things fearlessly expressed towards him. He'd love to accept it, he'd love to smile like you're doing right now and let go.

But no.

"Dunno how I could have inspired ya to write that..." He mutters with a shrug. "I'm nothin'..."

"You're everything to me, Daryl." Your smile saddens a little, but doesn't falter. "It's funny, I'm always with you, but you still haven't noticed..."

Of course he has noticed, but for both your sakes it's better to keep pretending you haven't. He shakes his head, starting to feel awkward in his own skin, you're waiting for him to say something, something he's not able to put into words, so you decide it's time to leave. He clears his throat and rubs his hands against his pants.

"I should go, I gotta stand guard..."

"What? No." You stop him by grabbing his arm. "You can't go, you need to rest."

"I'm fine."

"Of course not." You snap annoyed. "You need to sleep, please..." You look at him pleadingly. "Actually, you can sleep here with me, the bed is big enough for both of us..." You invite him with a shrug. "It wouldn't be the first time we slept together either..."

No, it wouldn't be the first time. When you had to run away from the Greene farm, you wandered from place to place in search of shelter, the cold and hard months were bearing down on you, many nights you slept out in the open, only covered with your sleeping bags or blankets, Daryl watched you shiver several nights until one day he lay down with you and hugged you covering your bodies with his poncho. You tensed next to him not knowing what to say, but he just settled back and moved his arm away from your body.

"Sleep, ya gonna be exhausted tomorrow." He growled against your hair.

Several nights it was repeated that Daryl slept with you, even, after several days, his arm came back to your waist, another under your head, being totally glued against each other.

"Ya need to rest." He says shaking his head, pushing those memories from his mind.

"So do you, and I'm not going to sleep until you do..." You say resolutely, crossing your arms, glaring defiantly at him. Daryl snorts in amusement.

"You're a pain in my ass, girl." He huffs, but walks back over to you, making you smile excitedly. "Step aside."

Still grinning you crawl back across the mattress, drop your guitar and papers on the floor, undo the sheets by crawling underneath, Daryl takes off his boots and lies down next to you, but on top of the sheets, straight as a stick, face up, hands resting on his own belly.

"Daryl..."

"Go to sleep." He almost commands you, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. You sigh and settle back, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

You try to sleep despite how tense Daryl is next to you, you have to admit you're tired, it's been a long day, you're easily overcome by sleep, but you don't want to sleep yet, you want to feel his body relax and agree to sleep with you, leaving that state of continuous alertness. Daryl next to you, chews his lip restlessly, feeling even a slight taste of blood in his mouth, your body glued to his arm, even though you are covered with the sheets, manages to make him nervous, his mind starts to wander, he knows he is not the only man there, that within the walls of Alexandria there are people your age, men closer to having things in common with you, he has seen them look at you.

He grunts and stirs in his seat at the thought.

"What's wrong?" You say in a sleepy voice.

"N-nothin'... just thinkin'..." He whispers and you settle back in your seat.

"About what?"

"I think ya and Carol are adjustin' easily to this place...yer fittin' in with its people..." She confesses, her fingers moving nervously over her belly. "I've noticed that Deanna's son...Aiden...is with ya a lot..." That last he says in a whisper, feeling ashamed of how she feels.

"What?" you ask now more awake, propping yourself up on your elbow.

"I don't like the way he looks at ya..." He keeps talking and chews harder on his lip. "That asshole is like he's never seen a pretty girl before." He hisses like a cat, you widen your eyes in surprise, you can't stop yourself in time, a chuckle escapes between your lips, Daryl turns his head to look at you, he chews his lip again before frowning.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just... I've never heard you use that word before." You joke.

"Which one, asshole?" your laughter vibrates the bed as you know Daryl is asking sincerely.

"Pretty." You say staring at him watching his expression go blank as he becomes aware of it. "You've never told me you think I'm pretty before..."

Okay, ya just got ywrself into this, now get out, Romeo. Daryl hears in his own head and feels his body squirm on the bed, he could get up and run away, say something stupid and even ignore you, turn away and pretend he's sleeping, but your gaze shines brightly and even your cheeks have a hint of pink in them. It's true that you look pretty to him, you always have, even covered in Walker blood or stained with mud from long walks through the woods in search of shelter. He has never ceased to think of you as....

"Beautiful." He says aloud and the two of you are shrouded in a tense silence, Daryl knows he can't back out now, so he clears his throat and shrugs. "I've always thought ya were beautiful." He confesses at last, and again time seems to freeze right there, even Daryl has the sensation of holding his breath.

You're so close, yet so far away, it would be so easy to ignore all the alarms ringing in his head and lean in and kiss you, like he was thinking when you were singing for him. For him. His heart beats violently in his chest and he's sure you can hear it too, you haven't moved an inch from your position, your eyes fixed on him, your cheeks now a deep red color, but there's an amused, nervous smile plastered on your face. Out of the corner of his eye Daryl spots the movement of your fingers playing with the sheets, you're planning something in your mind, he knows you well, he knows he has to stop you, so his gesture hardens a little and he grunts.

"But I've never told ya because yer a stuck up child." He snaps. "And now go to sleep at once or tomorrow there'll be no one to put up with ya." That said, he half rolls over on the mattress with his back to you, still hearing his heart beat a mile a minute.

He can't see the smile forming on your mouth, but he can imagine it, even though he's on top of the sheets you snuggle against his back, resting a hand on the center of it and your forehead as well, you feel his body relax a little, but not too much, your smile doesn't wipe off your mouth when you start mumbling.

Lay down your guns

Too weak to run

Nothing can harm you here

Your precious heart

Broken and scarred

Somehow you made it through

I only ask that you won't go again

In whispers you hum his song until your words turn into a soft snort because you've fallen asleep. Daryl doesn't move until he's absolutely sure you're asleep, carefully turning over on the sheets to watch you. The peace that overflows from you at that moment sticks in his chest like a stake, despite being asleep, your smile hasn't disappeared from your mouth, you are calm, at peace, nothing seems to disturb you, it seems so simple. Daryl would love to do the same, to lie next to you, to cuddle up to your body and hide his nose in your neck, to fall asleep cradled by your voice and that soft smell of almonds that your skin gives off.

But he can't, the world will never be safe again and he needs to protect you and the best way is to keep you away from him.

Uncomfortably he gets out of bed to let you sleep. He watches you silently after putting his boots back on and leans over you, leaving a small kiss on your forehead. You stir at his touch, but don't wake up. He smiles observing how calm you are and walks to the bedroom door, he stands there for a moment in his mind your song still plays.

"I need to go, babygirl, or I'll do something I'll regret later." He whispers. "Maybe the Monroe brothers aren't so bad after all." He feels a strong heartburn eat away at his insides and he growls walking out of your room.

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The End.

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I hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories.

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Lost Kids | MATERIAL LIST

Two kids alone in a fucked up world, left to themself as they try to learn how to survive in a new enviroment and how to protect themself from the undead and the living.

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AU where Carl gets out the prison alone after the governor attack and finds an unusual travel companion, who might have more in common with him then they both thought.

intro | aesthetics

SEASON 4

Alone Again

New Hope

Train Tracks

Sickness

Terminus

SEASON 5

Slaughter House

Family Reunion

Faith

Lies

The Cure

Hide And Seek

Hospital

Karma

Stars

Who We Are

Trust

Alexandria

Theo The Ghost

Girls' Night

Fuck You, Grimes

Never The Same Again

Stop

SEASON 6

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SEASON 8

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SEASON 9

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SEASON 10

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HI FRIENDS

I'm officially home and writing again!

How's the Daryl fandom holding up? Y'all still thirsting over him? What's the vibe with his spin-off (I can't see it from the UK lol rip)

Any requests to inspire my dormant writing ability?

How is everyone!!!

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Daryl and Rick

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[twdxtrevor]

Why they gotta tease us with that shirt rideup -

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[eddiemunsonsupremecy]

How do you guys write for daryl dixon? I'm wanting to write for daryl but idk how to

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[walker-bait-1973]

An Autumn Walk

Hello there! I was encouraged to share some Daryl Dixon fanfiction that I write, so I’m going to start out relatively easy with something cute I wrote last year. There are no warnings. Please be kind, and thanks for reading!

Scene Set: The Walking Dead

Daryl x Female Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

An Autumn Walk

Y/N & Daryl spend the day with an inquisitive Judith.

Crisp air. The crunching of fallen leaves underfoot. Apples, pumpkins. It was Autumn again, and ever since Daryl and Y/N moved out of Hilltop into their cabin, they’d missed out on the Fall festivities in the communities. Judith was heartbroken that her uncle and aunt didn’t come for two years in a row. This year, she’d gone to their cabin to make sure to get some time with them beforehand.

Judith squinted up at her uncle, “Why do the leaves fall off the trees?”

Daryl looked down at the six-year-old, “ta give the trees a rest ‘til Spring when they grow new ones.”

She pondered this for a little while. Daryl and Y/N held hands as the three continued their trek into the woods. Judith scooped up a handful of acorn nuts.

“Why do the acorns have little hats?”

Daryl glanced at Y/N, “wanna take this one?”

Y/N laughed, “maybe to keep their ears warm?”

Judith laughed too, “I don’t think so. Acorns definitely do not have ears.”

“Well, what do you think?” Y/N asked curiously.

“I just don’t know.”

“That little cap is on there so that when the nut is heavy enough it falls to the ground where it can grow into a mighty oak.”

“Or stole by a squirrel,” Daryl added. He took a couple of the acorns from her and placed them in his jacket pocket. Dog ran ahead chasing a pheasant. A long black and white feather dropped off the bird when it took flight. Daryl picked it up and tucked it into Judith’s ponytail.

“There. Looks pretty, Jude.”

She touched it consciously and smiled, “I have another question.”

“Shoot,” Daryl said lightly tugging her ear. She shooed his hand away.

“Why don’t you two come any more for the Fall festival?”

Daryl and Y/N exchanged looks.

“Got a lot ta do,” Daryl said, “we got cannin’ ta do, and meat ta get. We gotta get them animals ready for Winter. Takes a long time.”

“Oh,” Judith pouted, “Too busy for me.”

They stopped their hike and Daryl knelt to look into Judith’s eyes, “ain’t always like that. ‘S why we were doin’ these walks with ya. Special time just you n’ us.”

“Besides, later we’ll be carving pumpkins and roasting the seeds,” Y/N said, “and we’ll make some apple faces.”

“You n’ Aunt Y/N are gonna make some candles too.” Daryl smiled kindly at the girl, “and you ‘n me will pop some corn after supper.”

She smiled wide. Popcorn was a rare treat since corn was used for cornmeal and fuel and eaten on the cob back in Alexandria.

On the way back, Judith found a toad, picked it up, and asked, “why are toads so bumpy?”

“’S easy,” Daryl replied, “ta blend in with the rocks so no one eats ‘em.”

Judith sent it down by the roots of a tree. She played with her braided ponytail and said, “one more question.”

“Sure,” Daryl said as they approached the front gate to the cabin.

“When are you and Aunt Y/N going to have a baby? I want a cousin.”

Daryl coughed, totally caught off guard. Y/N cleared her throat, her face bright red. The two exchanged looks, “Wanna take this one?” He asked for the second time during their walk. He didn’t realize it was going to be an inquisition.

“Judith, that may or may not happen. I guess you just have to wait and see.” She looked up at Daryl who was nervously chewing on the edge of his thumbnail.

“I hope I don’t have to wait too long,” Judith opened the gate and skipped inside with Dog. Daryl glanced at Y/N who shrugged.

“Kids,” she said as if that was the answer to everything. They both chuckled and went inside the fence.

“Let’s pick out some pumpkins, what do you say?” Y/N called out to Judith.

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[thatonerickylshipper]

i need more daryl angst fanfics:( (mainly w rick,aaron or merle would be nice!((no incest please:))

#rickyl #rick x daryl #daryl dixon #dixon brothers #daryldixon #rick grimes #twd merle #aaron twd #fanfic #ao3 link

[laufeysonsx]

Chapter 1

My shoulders hang low as I trudged the old abandoned highway. The weight of moms death heavy on my heart. I have been walking for over a week now since I left the car that I found. 'Why?'' you may ask? Simply because the fuel ran out. I drank my last drop of water 3 days ago and I was down to my last muesli bar. The scorning hot sun shone bright above my head as there was nowhere to shelter from it. The stranded cars were hard to open and had barely any supplies in them. I found a cap, which helped against the sun.

I was walking on eggshells, or so it feels like. Constantly looking around, trying not to make any noise as there were biters everywhere. It drained me. Weeks long of tip toeing my way around the world, without any food or water is hard. I refuse to give up. I made a promise to mom, to make it to that place here, in Virginia. It was the only thing that kept me going these past weeks. If not for mom, I would've ended it a long time ago.

The sun was setting and I saw some small houses coming up. Or was I imagining it? Did I get a sun stroke? I walked, and when I say walked I meant shuffled, faster towards a small town on the side of the road. It had houses on either side. Is this real? I lay my hand on the wooden walls of the house. It is real. ''Oh my god'' I sighed out. Tears of joy fell down my cheeks. Focus Bailey, these houses may contain biters. I unsheathed my dagger and held it up as I knocked on the door. No sound. I cracked open the door, still no sound or movement. Moving in, I noticed that the place was a mess. They must have left in a hurry. I lowered my dagger, keeping it ready when I needed it and walked around. I open the cupboards and found a of bottle of water and cans of peaches and beans. I picked up the bottle and took a sip, savoring the rest for later. I opened another cupboard and found a whole sixpack of bottles. ''Fuck it.'' I said and drank the bottle that I already opened. ''Ahh this is so good.'' I moaned.

I walked around the house, searching the place. I didn't find anything else. I was now upstairs, there were beds, sheets, pillows. This is heaven when you walked for weeks on the road, without any good shelter. I couldn't help but smile. I smiled for the first time since mom died. I sat down on one of the beds and sighed so loud. I had a place to stay for a while. After a few moments I stood op and walked over to the window overlooking the small street. I looked around and saw some movement in on of the alleyways. I carefully walked down the stairs and peeked through the door. I didn't see anyone. I fully stepped outside now.

''Mommy?'' I hear. I whip my head around and see a little girl hugging someone that's laying on the ground. ''Mommy wake up, please'' she says again. You could hear how scared she was. I kneel down and keep my eyes on the little girl. She's across the street. Her mother wasn't moving. ''Mommy...'' she started crying. ''Mommy!'' she screams. The hurt is killing me. This little girl is losing her mother way to young. A tear slides down my cheek. ''Mommy! You are awake!'' she says and I look up at her. The woman is indeed moving now. She grabs the little girl by her arm, ''mommy you are hurting me.'' She says and tries to get out if her grip. ''Ouch!'' she says, ''Let go! Let go of me!'' She yells.

I stand up and run over to them. ''Hey, hey hey, look at me.'' I say in a hushed voice. She turns her head to me and those small grey eyes were full of hurt. I hug her, placing my hand on the back of her head. More tears start to find their way on my cheek as I end her mothers live. The little girl wants to turn around but I stop her. ''Mommy send me to help you.'' I say. I stand up, scooping her up with me. She's sitting on my arm now. ''It's okay sweetheart. I'll keep you save.'' I say. In this moment of time, I didn't care. I lost my mom, she just lost hers. It's like she was sent to me, like a sign to keep going. ''You've got me now'' I hug her as I silently cy.

She leans back on my arm and rests her little hand on my cheeks, ''don't cry'' she says and wipes my cheeks. I look at her, blonde curls falling on her back. I nod, and wipe my face wit my free hand. ''Mommy was in pain.'' She explains. I nod, ''I could see that. I helped mommy, she's up there now.'' I say and point up to the sky. ''Both our mommy's are there.'' I tell her. Her head falls back as she looks up, ''Hi mommy...'' She whispers. A tear escapes her eye and I wipe it away. ''No more crying.'' I say and hold up my pinky, ''Pinky promise?'' I ask. She holds up her small pinky and hooks it around mine. ''Promise.'' She says.

I look up at the sky and smile. ''Thank you.'' I mouth as I walk back to the house I was in. It's save there, for now. I turn my attention back to the little girl. ''So, how old are you?'' I ask. I could see the gears turning in her head and she holds up six fingers. ''Six? Aren't you a big girl!'' I tickle her. She giggles. ''And what is your name?'' I ask. ''Lily'' she smiles. I nod, ''I am Bailey.'' I smile down at her and hold out my hand, she grabs it and shakes it. ''Nice to meet you'' I smile trough the pain. This little girl will now be under my care and I will have to do everything about it to keep her save.

I barricade the front door and walk into the kitchen, at least, from what's left of it and set Lily on the counter top. ''Hungry?'' I ask and she nods. I grab a can of peaches and open it for her. ''Careful, the edges might be sharp.'' I tell her as I give her the can. I put a bottle of water beside her so she has something to drink. ''Can I ask where you and mommy were going?'' I ask. ''Mommy wanted to find a save place to live. One of the monsters grabbed her... Mommy was ill.'' She says and I can feel the sadness. ''I was going to a save place, do you think that mommy knew that? She waited till I was with you.'' I tell her to reassure her. ''Mommy was smart.'' She smiles.

I nod, ''she indeed is.'' I chuckle. I eat a can of beans and look carefully at her. ''Are you hurt?'' I ask her and she shakes her head. ''No, mommy kept me save.'' She says and eats another piece of peach. "Good'' I nod. I pick her up and walk over to the couch. I set her down and I sit next to her. Her blonde curls are tangled and her little face is smudged with dirt. ''Once you're done, shall we go look for a brush and wash cloth?'' I ask her and smile. She nods and eats her peaches. ''Done!'' she says and shows me the empty can. ''Good girl.'' I say and stand up walking to the stairs. ''Come, I need your help finding them.'' I chuckle. I'm really trying to make her happy and include her from now on. She's now relaying in me.

Luckily we found a brush and some cloths. To my surprise, the water was still running and it was warm as well. I could wash her face and I brushed her hair. I found hair ties and put her hair in a bun to prevent it from being snatched by biters. ''That's a lot better, isn't it?'' I ask Lily when I was done with making a bun. She nods and smiles ''Now I can see better!'' She giggles. I chuckle in response. The sun was setting. We could easily stay here for the night. It's save and I barricaded the front door. ''So, are you tired?'' I ask the little girl. ''A little...'' She says and yawns. ''Well, we're in luck, as you saw, there are beds. So we can sleep here if you want?'' She nodded eagerly. I picked her up and brought her to one of the beds, throwing her on one of the beds, earning a giggle in response. I took of her shoes and tucked her in. ''I'll be downstairs for a bit, I'll come up soon okay?'' she looks up at me, ''okay''. I ruffle her bun and walk downstairs. Once I sit back down on the couch I sigh. I bring my knees to my chest and rest my head on my knees. I silently cry. I do believe that mom send her to me, as a sign to keep going. Lily's heartbreak for her mommy broke me. I kept my cool, but it was so hard to kill her mom.

After an hour or so I walked back upstairs and lay myself down on the king-sized bed. My hands founds their way behind my head and I look up at the ceiling, not daring to sleep incase something happens. ''Bailey?'' My head turns to the doorway, ''I can't sleep'' Lily says and rubs her eyes. I open my arm for her. She crawls on bed and lays against me as I wrap my arm around her. I turn on my side and curl around her. ''Try to get some sleep sunshine, I'll keep you save, okay?'' She nods and closes her eyes. Soon her breaths are slow and even. I throw the cover over us and close my eyes too. Within an hour I am asleep.

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''Bailey!'' someone pulls my arm. ''Wake up!'' My eyes fling open and Lily is tugging my arm in panic. ''What is wrong?!'' I say as she points to the stairs. ''Monsters..." She whispers. I sit up straight, ''Are they inside?'' I whisper. She nods. Fuck. I climb out of bed and walk over to the window. There's a fire escape. ''Stay here, I'll grab your shoes and our bags and we'll leave trough the window.'' I tell her as I set her on the bed. I tiptoe to the other room where we left her shoes and bag and look down the stairs. There's at least seven of the biters inside. How? I barricaded the door? No time to thigh about that. I quickly run back to the room where I left Lily. I hear growls and the stairs is creaking. I whip my head over my shoulder and see two biters coming up the stairs. They must have heard me running. ''Shit'' I whisper yell. I softly close the door behind me and lock it. I try to stay calm for Lily, I don't want to scare her. I quickly put on her shoes and put her down on the ground. ''Turn around'' I whisper and she does. I put her backpack on her back.

The door is now moving, the biters walking into it to reach us. I hold my finger up to my lips, indicting to Lily that she needs to be quiet. She nods but I can see that she's scared. I open up the window and pick her up, placing her outside on the fire escape. The door bursts open and the two biters march in, walking over to us. ''Bailey!'' Lily yells. I quickly look down in the alleyway, to my luck there's no biters there. "Go down the steps! I'll be right behind you!'' I say and turn back around. My dagger is already in my hand as one of the biters throws me against the wall. In the corner of my eye I can see Lily staring at me. ''Go! I promised to keep you save, I'll be there!'' I yell and she nods. I plunge my dagger in the skull of the biter and throw its body to the other one, buying me some time to climb out the window. As I'm trying to go down the stairs, the other biter grips my arm. ''Asshole!'' I yell and put my dagger up his nose, it's body going limb. I quickly walk down the stairs and find Lily, hugging her. ''See, you're save.'' I whisper in her ear. Her little arms wrap around my neck and I pick her up, setting her on my hip. ''Let's go.'' I say and lean towards the street. It's full of biters. I curse under my breath. ''we'll have to make a run out of this town.'' I tell Lily and set her down for a bit. I move my backpack to my chest and kneel down. ''Jump'' I tell Lily and she jumps. Her legs go through the bands of my backpack and I hold her up, making sure that she's secure. Her hands grip my shoulders, ''ready?'' I ask over my shoulder. She nods, ''okay, hold tight!'' I say and run onto the street. Heads turning our way as I make a run out of town, dodging every biter that comes close. ''Close your eyes!'' I yell over the growls, She doesn't need to see this.

I feel a tug on my back and notice that a biter is holding on to Lily's bag. I quickly turn around and swipe my dagger in its head. I keep on running and running but the herd is following me on my heels. I'm growing tired. ''Look!'' Lily yells and I see her pointing forward. My eyes follow her little finger and sure enough there's a car coming our way? I keep running towards it as it slows down. A man gets out, ''Duck!'' he yells and I do as he says. He runs up to us and starts to riffle down the biters. ''Are you hurt? Bitten?'' He asks, saying calm. ''N-no!'' I say. ''good, come with me!'' he yells above the growls. I don't even think twice as we run back to the car.

''I'm Aaron, we have a save place where you can stay.'' The man says to us. ''Do you mean... 'that' save place in Virginia?'' I ask Aaron. He nods and smiles, pulling away from the herd. ''oh thank god'' I burst in tears as I hug Lily who's siting in my lap. Aaron grips my shoulder in an kind way and tells me to relax, as it's an 30 minute drive. ''So who are you?'' Aaron asks. ''I'm Bailey, this is Lily, we found each other yesterday.'' I try to smile as I think back on how we met. Aaron nods, ''I am Aaron, as you know, and I drive around to see if there's people in need and give them the choice to come back to Alexandria.'' He smiles.

''We're close.'' Aarond nods towards a sign that says 'Alexandria, this way'. ''Do you think his is where our mommy's wanted us to go?'' I ask Lily as I see high walls and a big gate. ''I think so!'' She giggles as the gate opens.

''You are finally save. I will let Deanna know that I came back, she'll help you get settled.'' Aaron says and gets out of the car. The gates close behind us and I look around. It's just like a normal neighborhood. People are smiling, children are playing outside. I look down at Lily, her eyes almost popping out of her head. She looks up at me and smiles, holing up her arms. I hug her tight.

''I think we can call this our new home!'' I smile and look back up at the sky. ''We're home mom.'' I say and my eyes fill with tears.

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[littlegodzilla]

Say in your bio that your requests were open🫣 …so don’t mind if I do request something.

First off, before the actual request I wanted to say that I appreciate all the work you’ve made and will do in the future. Second, the way you write things and the talent you behold just amazes me every single time I read something of yours. Third, I would write this myself but I love your writing too much to not request it here😭 I’m fr weak for your fics. Fourth and final, I hope you’re doing well and everyone else reading this🫶

I just got this idea in my head, now it’s not something massive just cute as hell but a little angsty and pretty short if I do say it myself.

So to the request,

What I was thinking is that Daryl who in this case don’t think of himself as anything special or anything to have. He also believes that he’s a complete asshole. So when the reader (fem!reader preferably but if you wanna do gender neutral!reader that’s completely fine with me!!) anyways, when the reader catches feelings for Daryl and begins to show it, he pretends like he doesn’t notice because he’s afraid that he will just end up hurting the reader. Therefore the reader doesn’t give up the hope for him and them to be together, but they’re too shy to actually make a bold move. Daryl is in fact interested in them but won’t admit it. So when it has passed a couple of years and nothing has happened between them (thinking like pre-negan Alexandria era) the reader makes a bold move. Like they try to kiss him or something, he accepts it. Yet he cuts it off and walks away after telling the reader that he likes them too but can’t be with them. He proceeds to ignore them for a couple of weeks until one day they find him and confront him since they didn’t have a shot to before he ran off. When they talk it out he reveals that the reason he can’t be with them is because he thinks so lowly of himself and is afraid he’ll hurt them. Then they tell him it’s okay and they start to kiss then the rest you decide yourself…

I literally wrote up there “it’s nothing massive” and “it’s pretty short” then I proceeded to write a full on essay🥲

Hiii!!

Wow I never expected that you liked my work, I read your stories and I loved them, it's a honor to me to do this request, your words mean a lot to me, I'm really happy and I hope you'll enjoy the story.

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Not Good Enough

Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Requested by: @rickgrimeswifey

Warnings: Fluff. Confessions. Daryl POV.

Words: 4800

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(N/A: the look of the gif is important for the story, sorry I needed to do that)

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Daryl can't stop looking at you, it's not the first time, and he's sure it won't be the last, he can't help it. You're talking to Michonne and Tara as you play with Judith, sitting on the porch in the house that is now yours in Alexandria, some want to find their own place, you've been stabilized there for a while, Maggie and Glenn are having a baby and have found their own home, though not too far away, always close to Rick and the others.

Daryl would like to have that too, with you, but he's not blind, he knows he never will. how could he? Ever since you came to Alexandria you've joked, you've played around telling everyone you're boyfriend and girlfriend, but it's not true, you've never had that kind of relationship. How could you want anything with him? What good is he? Nothing, he's just a sniffer dog, a hunter, a squirrel eating redneck with a lousy sense of humor who doesn't know how to socialize with anyone. Yet Daryl would love to be able to play along with your game and joke and fool around in front of the rest like you do. But he gets blocked every time you touch him or look at him.

It wasn't an immediate thing, he knows that. You met at the Greene's farm, Maggie's friend, you were there because your family fell ill and were in the barn with the other Walkers, though at first Daryl and the others didn't know that, of course. You were studying the medical books Hershel had, which you had taken from the town library when it all went down. Daryl saw you as a lost girl, innocent and locked in your world, the security the farm gave you with the family put you in a bubble, but you had strength, you didn't hesitate to help Carl, you didn't hesitate to help him when he appeared as a rag, when Andrea shot him.

He started to see changes in you and himself when the farm fell, you cried for all you had lost and left behind, but soon you became one of the group, you didn't mind standing guard at night, you took care of Carl when Lori was exhausted from pregnancy, you tried to cheer up Beth and Maggie, you kept studying with Hershel. Daryl started to feel something after a few weeks of travel, when he discovered you trying to learn how to fight, you had a hunting knife and a rudimentary bow that almost made the hunter laugh, but you were trying, he wanted to teach you and from that day a beautiful friendship was born between you.

Not only that, Daryl knows now and he knew soon after, in prison, how fucked up he was when he looked at you and felt his skin crawl, how his stomach would shrink when other men approached you. Jealousy. Daryl had never experienced that kind of jealousy before and he felt stupid. He had no right to feel jealous, not because you were nothing more than good friends. You had every right to look for someone better, someone who truly deserved you.

"Why don't you tell her how you feel about her?" insisted Carol a couple of times, Daryl growled like a wounded animal.

"Ain't gotta feelings for her. She's just a friend."

"Of course..." She snorted in amusement leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Then the prison fell and for a moment he thought he had lost you, chaos, gunshots, Hershel's death, zombies invading the prison, everything on fire, the group dispersed completely, he was left alone, running into a group of drones before falling into Terminus with several other comrades, Daryl was relieved to see them, but at the same time the panic was greater.

Then Carol blew it all up and you were with her. He hugged Carol with all his might and with you he did exactly the same, he pressed you against his chest feeling his arms shaking around your body.

"Easy Dixon, you're not getting away from me that easy." You joked and Daryl wished he could tell you he didn't plan to, but he bit his tongue in time.

Now in Alexandria everything is much more relaxed, everything seems to fit, the group has adapted quickly, there have been some altercations that they have had to solve, they have shown that they are of use, that these people need to know how to defend themselves for whatever has to come, because peace, unfortunately, does not last forever, but it is a good place, Daryl knows that, when Deanna asked him that first day if he wanted to be there, he said yes, that the children deserved a safe place, he never thought of himself, he was just passing through, if his people decided to stay and he was not comfortable, he was willing to leave, not to be a burden. But he was never able to truly walk away.

And there he is now, trying to fix a bike Aaron found some time ago, he told him if he could rebuild it he could go out with him to explore, to find more people who needed shelter, Daryl was fine with that, getting out of there even if it was just for a few hours took his mind off the thinking and the burden.

"Congratulations Mr. Explorer." You had joked when he told the rest of the group. "I hope you'll give me a ride one day." You smiled winking at him and he felt himself blush.

"Oh come on, you're his girlfriend, I'm sure he gives you more than that." Rosita joked and you laughed hysterically, but Daryl had to pull away feeling like his face was going to explode.

He's concentrating on repositioning some parts that from rattling along the forest roads have come a little loose when he hears a male voice near where you are. Trying to disguise his anxiety he raises his head to discover Spencer talking to you, he has completely ignored Michonne and Tara who look at the man between amused and curious, the eldest Monroe son has leaned over the stairs and caresses Judith's hands as he talks to you. You smile politely and respond, but Daryl can read what he can't see; your body tense, leaning back slightly, your eyes shifting nervously, your lips forced into that smile. You're uncomfortable.

He gets up from the ground wiping the grease off his fingers with the red scraf he always carries with him, puts it in his back pocket and walks straight towards you, he's left the crossbow next to the bike, he doesn't know what he might hear when he gets there and he doesn't want to put an arrow in Spencer's head 'by accident.' When he reaches the porch he sees your eyes looking at him and your body instantly relaxes, your gaze soften and your smile becomes sincere. Daryl's heart hits his chest hard and he feels his cheeks burn, but he tries to appear normal.

"What's wrong Monroe?" he wants to sound calm and relaxed, but his words come out as a bark startling the younger man.

"Dixon..." He greets him reluctantly and breaks away from you to look at him. Your body relaxes a little more and you use Judith's hand to greet him, Daryl feels his mouth curve into a small smile, but he turns his attention back to Spencer when he moves. "Nothing, I was just talking to the girls."

"My mom's having a party, it's been two years since you guys got here and she wants to celebrate that everything is still peaceful." He says matter-of-factly. "I guess you're not interested, it wouldn't be the first time you didn't show up..."

"Sure... What about, is everything okay?" he shrugs and Spencer mimics his gesture.

Daryl bites his lip several times, trying to control what he wants to say, he knows it's not the time or the place, Spencer is just a kid in his eyes, he's just teasing him to set him off, but Daryl has learned to have some self control, he's not as volatile as he used to be. Or at least he tries to be. Then he sees you get up leaving Judith with Michonne and walk towards him. He holds his breath as your arms wrap around his arm and you press yourself against him. Again that game pretending to be his girlfriend.

"Of course he's coming, we were all adjusting that night, but this party we're not going to miss, are we?" You look at him with bright expectant eyes, he knows you're really proposing, he knows if he says no Spencer will take the opportunity to invite him himself. He grunts low and shakes his head.

"Sure, we'll go." He huff nodding again.

"Okay, great, the more the merrier." There's a hint of annoyance in his voice and it makes Daryl's chest swell and at the same time his alarms go off even more.

He knew Spencer had an interest in you, but he never thought it was that much, in everyone's eyes you're a couple and yet he's still trying to hit on you, he's certainly not to be trusted. Daryl has to be careful with him. Before he's aware you are left alone on the porch, Spencer is gone and Michonne and Tara laugh as you let go of the hunter's arm.

"You can't refuse now." Your voice brings Daryl back to Earth. "You're coming with me to the party." You insist and Daryl mentally curses.

"It's okay, I dunno know why you guys insist on those stupid parties, it ain't the world it used to be."

"That's exactly why, a little 'normalcy' never hurt anyone. I'll be at Rick and Michonne's." You inform him. "And shower!" you order him, Daryl rolls his eyes in disgust as he walks away hearing your friends' laughter.

***

Hot water running over his entire body, hair plastered to his face, dirt being washed down the torrent getting lost in the shower drain, Daryl has his hands resting on the wall of the small room and his head sunk between his arms. He really doesn't believe he's doing this. He really can't believe he's nervous about this. He could have talked to you, he could have told you to forget it, that he wasn't going to that party with you, but something inside him stopped him from doing it. He was curious, not about the party, but about seeing you, you had said you were going to be at Rick and Michonne's house which meant you were going to get ready for the event and Daryl wants to see you. He's never been a detail man, he's never stopped to look at how a woman dresses, before or after the zombie apocalypse, but he has to admit that if you're going to wear a dress, he's eager to see how it looks on you.

He turns off the shower tap at last, brushes several strands of hair away from his face and steps out, rubbing his body against the towel. His reflection looks back at him in the mirror and he stands there staring at himself for a few moments. The dripping hair, long and matted, the unkempt beard from several weeks of routing with Aaron, his body, his skin, always full of wounds, scars covering his chest, his shoulders, not to mention his father's gift on his back, no, he certainly wasn't the kind of man you deserved to see or touch. He chews his lip several times before wrapping his towel around his waist and exits the bathroom. His steps are hesitant until he reaches Carol's room where he very slowly knocks on the door. After a few seconds in silence the door opens and Carol looks at him in surprise.

"Daryl, is something wrong?"

"I need yer help." He confesses and the woman looks him up and down before nodding her head.

**

He clenches his hands nervously by the door of the Grimes' house. His heart is about to pound out of his chest and he's almost startled when he rings the doorbell and it rings louder than he expects. He's never felt nauseous before, not from nerves, maybe after a bad hangover, but this is different. It's like he's a virgin boy going after the most popular girl in high school to go to the prom, when has he ever been fifteen again? There's still time, he could turn around and run away, but it wouldn't do much good, Alexandria is fenced in by high walls and even if he took the bike and escaped, he knows you'd find him. The door then opens and Daryl loses all sense of speech.

"Wow Dixon, you look amazing." You say with a wide, sincere smile.

Yes, Carol maybe have done wonders with him, she had done his hair and cut it a bit, even shaved and fixed his goatee giving him a more handsome touch, or so she had said, they had found a black shirt and jeans that he fit into well, without being too baggy or too tight, the only thing Carol had allowed him to wear with him was his vest and even that had cleaned it up a bit.

But you look beautiful.

You've pulled your hair up in a nice headdress, with a few loose strands, falling wildly down your face, you've let them paint your eyes and lips a little, though you're clearly not comfortable in it, but the dress, Daryl looks you up and down several times, is a nice dress that fits the shape of your chest with a black belt to then fall free to your knees, it has a suggestive neckline, without being obscene, and Daryl would swear your legs are longer thanks to the high heels you're wearing. He smiles and clears his throat trying to get the words back in his mouth.

"Ya look good." It's the only thing she's able to say coherently. A snicker escapes your nose and you nod.

"Thanks, so... shall we go?"

Daryl shakes his head and walks down the porch steps waiting for you to follow him, however, you don't move from the door, he turns back to look at you and you wave your hands for him to come back with you.

"I'm sorry, but I'm unable to walk in these, I need help."

"Then why did ya put them on?" he comes back to your side and you hold tightly to his arm, so you walk to the Monroe's house.

"Never mind, Daryl, just help me." You laugh and he knows he's missing something, but he doesn't insist either.

At the party no one takes their eyes off you, Rosita and Abraham comment several times that you look spectacular, that dress looks amazing on you and you are only able to smile and blush, there are also words for Daryl, loaded with jokes and trying to tease him because he finally knows what a shower and a comb is, but he ignores them, even Deanna seems surprised when she approaches to greet you two.

"Wow, Rick surprised me back in the day, but he's certainly not the only one." She says looking at him and you laugh, Daryl tenses when your fingers brush his cheek leaving a warm trace on his skin.

"My man has always been very handsome, but he's a little shy." You joke and Deanna laughs with a nod.

"Of course, enjoy the party." She encourages you and walks away to continue talking to the rest of the guests.

Daryl can't deny that parties are still not his thing, too many people, too much noise, engrossed laughter, repetitive music, constant greetings and conversations that lead nowhere, he has stayed on one side of the room, with the first drink he's been given and hasn't tasted yet, observing everything, every inhabitant of the community, every movement, conversation, laughter, everything he studies intently while not losing detail of where you are, it's hard not to, every time your dress dances, his eyes are riveted on your figure and he feels like a pervert because he would love to get lost under your skirt.

"Daryl!" he freaks out when your face appears in front of him closer than he thought you were, he tries to back away, but the wall cuts off his escape. "Let's dance."

"What?"

"Dance, it's a party! at parties you dance."

"No, ain't dance." He quickly denies. "I think I should go now."

"It's still early, besides, are you going to stand up your girlfriend? That would be ugly."

"I don't..." He bites his lip again. "We ain't boyfriend and girlfriend..." He whispers feeling those words burn in his throat.

"But they don't know that." You say laughing mischievously and grab his arm dragging him along with the rest of the crowd.

"W-Wait!" he tries to stop you, but it's too late.

Your hands wrap around his neck, your fingers crossing over the back of his neck, you cling to him to start moving to the soft rhythm of the music, the mood has completely changed and Daryl is feeling a little overwhelmed. Not knowing how to act he places his hands on your ribs and you laugh again.

"Lower them a little, Robocop, to my waist." You guide him.

He obeys, his hands sliding down your sides to rest on your waist, he breathes heavily, as if short of breath and feels warm, it's possible he's having a panic attack, he's never experienced one, but he's sure that's what it is. You smile again and as the two of you move slowly like the rest of the couples, you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes. Daryl is convinced you can hear his heart beating a mile a minute, his hands are shaking on your body and he's sweating like he's inside a sauna. His eyes then discover that Spencer isn't taking his eyes off you and his hands tighten on you out of pure instinct. You sigh without waiting for the grip and your fingers tangle in his hair.

"I like the way you've done your hair...your messy, disheveled style doesn't bother me either, but you look...cute"

"Thanks...I guess, that a woman call a man 'cute' ain't sure if is a good thing." He says in a breathy whisper, his eyes riveted on Spencer, challenging each other and you laugh. "I asked Carol for help..."

"Uhm right, I should have figured." You laugh again and your body vibrates with his. "I have to thank her." You say it sincerely, even though he doesn't appreciate it.

The party is behind you when you decide to leave, it's still early, but you feel that Daryl has hung in there long enough and delivered better than you expected, you really didn't even think he was going to show up and you'd go to the party alone, it was a pleasant surprise to discover him on the other side when you opened the door. You are elated, you haven't had much to drink, you know it's not because of that, you feel good, like you haven't for a long time, you are safe, you live in a great community, your people are adapting, you have a present and the future doesn't seem so bad. You have Daryl and you can't say for sure, but for the first time since you started testing the waters, you seem to be on the same page, Daryl doesn't reject your flirting, he still gets nervous, but he handles it better than before, you can even tell he seems jealous of Spencer to you. Maybe he's finally lowered his walls himself, he's showing himself to you freely.

"Daryl..." You call out to him and he stops.

You look at each other for a few seconds that seem to last an eternity. He doesn't know what to do, why you've stopped, what you really want. You take a few steps closer, rest a hand on his chest and luckily those heels are high enough, you just have to lift your head a little and kiss him. Very shallow, testing the waters, however when you want to pull away Daryl grabs you by the waist and kisses you back. An intense, almost fierce kiss, he holds you by the nape of your neck and his tongue bursts inside your mouth. You moan and Daryl's eyes widen. He pulls away from you as if you're on fire and takes a few steps back.

"What?" you gasp, your head spinning. "What's wrong?"

"No, this isn't right." He shakes his head, his fingers rubbing his lips. "No..."

"Daryl, hey, listen to me. I kissed you." You try to move closer, but he pulls back again.

"No, fuck no, no, not this..." He runs his hands over his face and growls. "Why did ya do that?"

"Why? I think it's clear, Daryl, I-I lo..." You start to say, but redden.

"No, don't say it. There are thousands of guys better than me here." He spits angrily. "Why me?"

"Why you? Oh for God's sake Daryl, you're better than them..."

"No! I'm no good at anything, I'm just a fucking redneck, I only know how to go out there, kill zombies and hunt squirrels. I don't..." He shuts up and looks at you, he can see the doubt and confusion on your face and it makes him feel even worse. "No, find someone else who really deserves ya. Because I'm not good for this, I'm not... I'm not what ya deserve." He growls finally and like a wounded puppy he turns and runs away from there.

You don't even have time to think, nor to defend yourself, nor to run after him, because when you try your heels prevent you from doing so, making you stumble. This was certainly not how you expected the night to end.

**

Daryl ignores you. No. Daryl runs away from you, every time you meet in any place or room, the archer turns around and disappears. He knows he's acting like a real asshole, but he's really just a scared little boy. That kiss haunts him every night, he dreams of what might have happened next, the feel of your body next to his is so real that every morning he wakes up covered in sweat and with a painful, as well as embarrassing, erection. He can't look you in the face, not when every time he does his dreams come back to his mind. Not after everything he said to you.

He regrets it because he knows he could have handled the situation differently, you could have talked and made things clear, but he panicked because you love him, his feelings are reciprocated and that terrifies him. It terrifies him because he doesn't want to tie you to him. It's not fair to you. He knows you'll find something better, even Spencer would be a better candidate than him.

He grunts and shakes his head at his own thoughts. No, maybe not him, but surely someone would come along who would.

"What have you done now?" Carol's voice pulls him out of his thoughts. He peers over the side of the bike and shrugs.

"Why did I have to do anything?"

"Because she's in a rage and I'm sure it's your fault."

"Who?"

"For God's sake, don't play this game, Daryl, you know perfectly well who I'm talking about." She replies angrily, crossing her arms. "So you tell me the easy way or I'll end up getting it out of you the hard way, your choice."

Daryl gives her a sidelong glance, he hates it when his friend uses that overbearing motherly tone, he's unable to deny her what she asks whenever she does, he nods and stops what he's doing, wiping his hands.

"What happened at the party?"

"...We kissed..." He whispers and Carol's eyes sparkle with excitement.

"Oh Daryl, what kinky thing did you propose to do?" he knows his friend's voice is laced with irony, but he doesn't feel like playing along.

"I told her she deserved better..." he confesses and Carol's smile falters.

"But Daryl, she..."

"Yes, I know, but no." He denies again. "And ain't need yer advice, or yer comfort, not this time, Carol. It's my decision."

"It's a stupid decision, you know that, don't you?" She's still angry, but she can't burden him within her nonchalant gesture she knows her friend is having a hard time.

That doesn't mean she's going to listen to him.

***

"Daryl." Carl shows up by the garage that afternoon, Daryl has returned from a patrol with Aaron after several days of scouting around.

"Hey kiddo, what's up?"

"Uhm I need your help, Dad and Michonne have left me in charge of Judith, but something's happened..." He lowers his head nervously and Daryl gets nervous.

The two rush home, Carl looking so agitated that the older man's distress grows by the minute. When they arrive at the Grimes' house, Carl stands in the doorway and points upstairs to where the baby's room is. Nothing is heard, no crying, no laughter, nothing, and that shrinks the archer's heart. Without waiting for the young man to follow him, he goes up the stairs two at a time. Everything is in darkness, in the distance, in a room with a half-open door, a small hand can be seen, someone lying on the floor.

Daryl enters the room like a hurricane, his heart hammering in his ears, his pulse racing and barely able to breathe. But there is no Judith. What's on the floor is a doll. He hears the street door close and the bedroom door close. When he turns around he discovers you there, leaning against the door, arms folded across your chest, scowling at him. His heart stops and the blood freezes in his veins.

Caught.

He shifts nervously, picks up the doll from the floor and looks at it in his hands, looks at you and points at the object.

"Twisted..."

"You asked for it, it's impossible to talk to you." You shrug, you know it was cruel, putting Judith in danger even if it's fictional.

Daryl puts the doll down on the bed and looks around, there's a window, the house isn't very high and there's the porch roof, he could jump through it and run away that way.

"Don't even try." You say reading his mind. "I've jammed the window so you can't open it, so you have no escape."

"How did ya come up with all this?"

"Carol gave me some ideas."

"Of course..." He growls clenching his fists. he's going to kill his best friend. "Listen to me..."

"No, you listen to me." You cut him off. "That night you walked out without letting me explain myself, you spouted all that shit and you didn't even hear my opinion, well, now you're going to hear it, whether you want to or not." You're still angry, hurt, anger makes your voice vibrate just like your body, you don't handle anger well, you're not an irascible person and it frustrates you when you find yourself like this.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"No! Fuck no, we kissed, I kissed you and you kissed me and suddenly everything went to shit." You snap and fidget nervously. "I love you, Daryl, a lot and for a long time, but I'm sure you knew that, but it was easier to pretend I didn't." You lick your lips and sigh. "I joked and fooled around trying to figure out where the line was, but you never stopped me, so I thought maybe it wasn't just me, that you were too..." You look sideways at him, but he has his eyes glued to the floor. "Then you got jealous with Spencer and my hopes went up..." You feel tears welling up in your eyes and you rub your eyes. You don't want to cry. "But you can't tell me you don't want to be with me because I don't deserve you..." Your voice sounds broken and Daryl lifts his head, he doesn't want to make you cry. "If you don't feel the same way, if I've misunderstood all this, I apologize and I'd like us to be friends again, like before, but you can't reject me just because you think I don't deserve you..."

"It's just that ya deserve better, ain't..."

"How can you say that? I don't know anyone better than you, Daryl. You say you're just a redneck, you're good for nothing and I say bullshit!" You burst out and Daryl looks at you with wide eyes. "I don't know anyone who deserves to be happy more than you." You whisper and wipe away a few tears that run down your face, Daryl slowly walks towards you. "I don't care that you're made for this world, because, after all, we've all adapted, but you're so much more than a soldier, than a redneck; you're a good man, and kind, you're faithful and loyal to your people, you're protective and loving, you take care of the children, you make sure no one lacks food, no one is cold or afraid at night. You are everything I want..." You confess and Daryl feels as if he himself could burst into tears at any moment. "So if you don't feel the same way I do, I'll understand and let you go, but if you really have feelings for me, I don't..." You can't finish the sentence.

Daryl holds your cheeks and kisses you intensely. You gasp for a second, but you're not going to let him pull away, you stand on your tiptoes and reciprocate his kiss. Daryl growls against your mouth and pushes your body against the door as his tongue tangles with yours, your whole body trembles, wrapped in too many feelings you don't know how to express, too long repressing yourself and finally being reciprocated.

"Yer everythin' I want too..." Daryl whispers when you break the kiss and you both smile.

***

The End.

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