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The Attack on Alexandria
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Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Summary: Daryl Dixon always thought he wasn’t good enough for love. But one woman comes into his life and changes that.
Warnings: gore, death, violence, angst
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"Be careful out there, okay." Y/N was adjusting Daryl's vest with a sad smile. She didn't want him to go, feeling as though it was too dangerous.
"You keep the walkie on you. I'll check in every 30 minutes." He told her, caressing her cheek softly. Y/N leaned up and kissed him, pulling him closer to her.
"Go protect us, Daryl. Come back to me." She smiled against his chest as he pulled her into a tight hug.
"I will." He knew she didn't like promises, but he was going to promise her in his heart and mind that he will always come back to her.
When Daryl left, Y/N left Connor with Jesse's boys, knowing that Connor enjoyed the company, even if he didn't like the youngest. When he turned nine, he thought he was old enough to hang out with the big kids. It made her chuckle.
"So, you guys are official, I'm guessing?" It was Carol, walking into the kitchen as she began to make a casserole. The woman blushed and ticked a price of hair behind her ear, suddenly shy.
"You could say that." She said softly.
"You guys are adorable."
"Stop." She chuckled, slapping Carol on the shoulder softly. The older woman chuckled and shook her head, looking out the window. Carol suddenly frowned, seeing a woman Y/N didn't know to smoke. Then a man attacked her, and their eyes widened. They quickly got ready and left to find the children, going to Rick's house and seeing Carl with a gun.
"I saw them upstairs. They're coming from all over." He said. 
"You have to stay here and keep Judith safe," Carol said before running out with Y/N. She quickly nodded at carl before following. 
"What about Connor?" Y/N asked worriedly. Carol shook her head and pushed another gun into her hand.
"Jesse has a lock in the boy's room. They'll be safe." She reassured. Y/N nodded, and although she wanted to find her son, she knew she had to take down the men who attacked their home. She took out her knife and stabbed a man who attacked one of the residents after running around with Carol. Carol stabbed him in the head to finish him off and ran over to the woman. 
Y/N stood there shocked as Carol covered her mouth and stabbed the woman in the brain. A tear left her cheek at the sad scene before her. Carol let go of the woman by the steps and stood, giving Y/N a sad look. The woman nodded to show that it was okay, and carol returned the gesture. 
Suddenly, they heard a loud crash and a horn blaring. 
"Shit. That's going to attract every walker for miles." Hissed the mother. Carol nodded and began to strip the man of his clothing. 
"We gotta blend in-" Before she could finish her sentence, a man came screaming with a machete raised. Y/N turned and ducked before slicing his stomach, his guts falling out, and she shoved her blade into his eyesocket as he fell to the floor. 
"I get it," Y/N replied, stripping the man of his blood-soaked clothes and putting them on, grabbed a bandana and wrapping the smelly rag over her face. She put a W on her forehead, and Carol nodded, running around to help kill off any others. 
Murderer. Y/N thought the tiny voice in the back of her head screamed at her to stop. She hated killing people, but she had no other choice. It was life or death, and she chose to live and save her new home. 
"Y/N?" The woman heard. It was the walkie strapped to her hip.
"Daryl?" She raised it to her lips. There was static before she could barely hear his voice.
"We gotta go," Carol said. Y/N nodded and she heard more static before the line went dead.
They ran until they found Morgan with a man before him. Carol rushed on him and stabbed him in the stomach, effectively killing him and tugging her mask off before putting a W on her own forehead. 
Morgan and Carol talked about life or death, and Y/N was too busy looking for any threats to bother with listening. 
"We need to get to the armory, and we need your help," Carol shouted. Y/N turned to them then and nodded towards morgan. 
"These people won't stop until we're all dead," Y/N spoke up, crossing her arms and getting her weapon ready. They walked to the armory with Morgan in loose chains. Two people praised them for their 'catch' and continued on their way. Morgan turned to see someone being attacked, and he shrugged off the chains and took his weapon to fight. 
Carol and Y/n left him, continuing to run to the armory. They walked inside after Carol shot two people and tried to shoot another. Y/N fired two shots as well but missed as they ran. They got to the armory, and Carol finished off a woman before they heard clattering. 
Carol quickly opened the door with her knife raised to find Olivia crying. 
"Please don't kill me." She cried. Y/N and carol took off their masks, and the woman visibly deflated, however still tense.
"It's okay. Anybody else down there?" Olivia stood there frozen, not responding.
"Olivia." Y/N pressed. The woman seemed to snap out of it ad shook her head.
"No. I'm the only one." She finally replied. Carol nodded and ran to grab a back, Y/N hot on her heels. 
"Come here. Now. You barricade that door behind me once we leave. Do you know how to shoot a gun?" Olivia ran to carol before shaking her head at the question. 
"Stand here. Finger here. Aim here. One of them comes through that door, you squeeze, and you don't stop until they're on the ground." Y/N instructed. Olivia nodded shakily and raised the gun as they left with the bag. 
Carol and Y/N ran to find Morgan and Gabriel standing over a man in bounds as they talked. To Y/N's surprise, Carol shot him in the head, and the two men looked at them, shocked. Carol fished out a gun to hand to Morgan, but the man refused at first before he took it. 
"Carol? Y/N?"
"Maggie!" Carol shouted, and the three women ran to each other. Carol held out a gun, and Maggie was quick to take it. They ran separate ways, and Carol and Y/N stayed together, running up on a man who was continuously stabbing a man with a machete. Carol shot him in the head, and Y/N winced at the sight. 
When Carol started to go back to one of the houses, Y/N slowed down. 
"I have to find Connor," Y/N said quickly. Carol nodded, and Y/N booked it, running to Jesse's house. 
"Connor?" Y/N screamed as she ran into the house. 
"Mama!" The boy cried. Jesse came running out with him but stopped in her tracks when she saw Y/N's state. The mother took off her mask and hugged her son. 
"Did anything happen?" Y/N asked seriously, petting her son's hair and looking at Jesse's blood-stained hands. 
"There was a man... but I took care of him." She said with a wobbly lip. Y/N nodded and kissed Connor's head.
"Is Daryl back yet? Are the bad men gone?" Connor asked. Y/N shook her head. 
"Daryl's not back, but the bad men are gone. Let's go." Y/N dragged Connor out and into the road to wait for the group to come back. 
The gate opened as hundreds of Walkers were heard. Rick ran in, and everyone got ready for a fight after they closed the gate. Thousand of walkers came to the gate, and everyone was on edge. 
"Rick! Wheres Daryl?" Y/N huffed as Connor and Y/N ran up to him. 
"I dont- I don't know. I'm sorry." Y/N shoulders dropped, and she nodded. Daryl was strong. He'll survive. 
"You can hear it. Some of you saw it. They got back here, half of them. Still enough to surround us twenty deep. Look, I know you're scared. You haven't seen anything like this. You haven't been through anything like this. But we're safe, for now. The panel the truck hit seems intact. We reinforced it just in case. Either way, the wall's gonna hold together. Can you? The others, they're gonna be back." Rick began a speech, and Y/N nodded along. 
"They're gonna be back," Rosita spoke up to confirm his words. 
"Daryl, Abraham, Sasha, they have vehicles. They're gonna lead them away, just like the others. And Glenn and Nicholas are gonna walk back through the front gate after. They know what they're doing, and we know what we need to do. We keep noise to a minimum. Pull our blinds at night. Even better, keep the lights out. We'll try to keep this place as quiet as a graveyard, see if they move on." Rick said firmly.
"This place is a graveyard." A woman spoke up. 
"The quarry broke open, and those walkers were heading this way. All of them. The plan that Rick put into place stopped that from happening. He got half of them away. I was out there recruiting with Daryl. I wanted to try to get into a cannery and scavenge, Daryl wanted to keep looking for people. We did what I wanted... and we wound up in a trap set by those people. And I lost my pack. They must have followed our tracks. Those people attacked us... they found their way back here because of me." Aaron confessed. Everyone seemed to deflate at the news, but Y/N knew it wasn't entirely his fault. Those people were monsters.  
"There'll be more to talk about," Rick told him. 
"Deanna?" Tobin asked. Everyone turned around as Tobin called for her once more. She was walking away slowly. 
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yiiiikesizzy · 3 years
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I’m going to take a small break from writing fanfics for a bit. I’m writing a real book that I’m going to publish and I need to focus on that if I want it done soon. I love you guys and I’ll post things when I have free time.
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yiiiikesizzy · 3 years
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A Way Out
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Rick Grimes x fem!Reader
Summary: A run gone wrong
Warnings: major angst, major character death, thoughts of suicide, no happy ending
AN: this was requested by @rrickgrrimes8​ I’m going to do a second part.
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"So, what's up with you? You've been all quiet and shit." Y/N, Rick's wife, asked as she nudged him with her elbow.
"Nothing."
"Sure as hell isn't nothing! I'm used to you talking my ear off." She chuckled. Rick shook his head and sighed.
"I told you I don't like it when you go on runs." He told her with a pointed look. The woman shook her head with an eye roll.
"Yeah, well, I can't stay cooped up in those walls, Rick. I know you don't like to be either. Alexandria is a nice place, but damn is it stuffy." She told him. They were slowly walking through a forest, creeping towards a house Rick had seen a long time ago.
"Just be careful," he scolded. He knew how reckless she could be. Y/N told him repeatedly that she'd take a bullet for anyone in the family, and the idea scared him. He couldn't handle losing her.
They finally found the house hidden away in the woods, scanning the area for walkers and finding none.
"This place seems clean. Like no one has touched it in years." Commented Y/N, wiping dust away from the counter in the kitchen. Rick nodded and held his machete high as they looked around on the inside.
Rick was terrified of today. He felt a deep sense of dread as soon as Y/N volunteered to come with him. Today was not going to be a good day.
"You're going quiet again." The woman's sing-song tune echoed throughout the house, making Rick scoff.
"Stop." He scolded. Y/N chuckled and walked over to her husband, pecking him on the lips.
"Oh, come on! I'm just playing." She wrapped her arms around his neck while his hands snaked around her waist to give her a proper kiss.
The two enjoyed the company of the other as they searched the house. With their bags packed, Y/N and Rick walked outside, only to be met by two men with big guns.
"Well, howdy there." One of them said. He was large, tall, and muscular. He had a fat mustache and slick back hair. The other was scrawny and looked like he was tweaking out.
"Put your bags and guns down." The scrawny one said, pointing his gun at Y/N. The dread that filled Rick's heart sunk further, looking at his wide eyed wife in fear. He felt it every time she was in danger, but today felt different.
"Okay. Okay. Well, do what you say, and we'll be on our way, okay?" Y/N slowly spoke with her hands raised, dropping her gun to the floor.
"Sounds about right. This was our home, and you just ransacked it. You give us our stuff, and we don't kill you. Understand?" The big one said, his voice deep and sinister.
Rick copied her actions hesitantly, not wanting to follow. The two men laughed and collected their things with guns trained on their victims.
Suddenly, Y/N pulled Rick away by the shirt, crying out and dragging her husband into the house as gunfire sounded in front of them. The two panted as they closed the door. More bullets sprayed in their direction, Rick and Y/N running out the back.
They were panting as they made it to the car, leaning over their knees to catch their breath.
The dread followed him even though they were out of the deadly situation, but it deepened when he watched the woman reached beneath her jacket and produced a blood-soaked hand.
"Well, this is gonna ruin my whole day." She said softly with a chuckled before coughing up blood. Her knees buckled out from under her as the adrenaline wore off, falling to the floor.
"No!" Rick screamed, quickly catching his lover.
"I'm okay. I'm okay." She was paler already, the blood oozing out of her body in waves. Rick lifted her shirt to inspect the wound before applying pressure.
"C'mon, baby. Let's get- let's get you home okay. Everything will be alright."
"I know. I have you, right? I'm not leaving you, Rick." She smiled gently, her vision fading in and out.
"Hey, stay awake." He told her, gently tapping her cheek.
"You're a good man Rick. A good father. A good husband. A good leader. I love you so much." She cried. Rick shook his head and kissed her cold forehead.
"Don't say it like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you're saying goodbye. This isn't goodbye." He said, helping her into the car. He quickly got in as well and zoomed out of the space they were in. He had to keep tapping her leg to keep her awake.
"Rick, stop the car." She said weakly. Rick shook his head with tears in his eyes as he looked at her.
"No. We're almost there." He pleaded. She shook her head and grabbed his hand.
"I don't want to die in a car, Rick." She told him softly. She looked at him and leaned forward, lifting up her jacket and shirt.
"The bullet never left. I'm internally bleeding. I can feel it. I just want you to hold me." She sobbed, watching as Rick slowed the car down.
Rick got out of the car and took her out, knowing she was right. He didn't want to do this. He was sobbing hysterically by the time he laid her on the dirty ground. She looked like death, and it broke his heart.
"You're eyes get so blue when you cry." She told him, cupping his cheek with a bloodstained hand. Rick buried his head into her heaving chest until it stopped.
"Y/N?" He asked. He checked her pulse to find nothing. His cries got harder, rocking back and forth as he held his dead wife. He never had closure with Lori, and he only got half closer with her. He couldn't handle this.
Eventually, Rick picked up her corpse after stabbing her brain, neatly placing her into the passenger seat, and setting back to Alexandria.
His face was blank as he exited the car, people greeting him with confused looks by his state. He ignored them, opening the passenger side and picking up his wife. Gasps and cries sounded through the entrance of their haven, people collapsing to their knees in grief as they saw the broken couple. Carl came running in, tears escaping his eyes.
"Dad?" He asked. Rick didn't acknowledge them, walking past everyone to where they held the dead.
"Rick." It was Maggie. And this time, he raised his head from Y/N's face, her dead weight feeling lighter than the pain he felt.
"Let me help you," Sasha said. The two were closer to Y/N than anyone else. He watched as Sasha grabbed a shovel and started to dig a grave. People gathered around as their beloved second leader was lowered into the hole, sniffles and cries echoing in his ears.
Rick felt numb, his skin buzzing in a sensation he's never felt before. Was this what wanting to die feels like?
"Rick." It was Michonne this time, guiding him to where Carl and Judith were after the ceremony.
He had no more tears to shed; his eyes all dried up. There was a sense of sadness that carried around in Alexandria after her death. Rick would sluggishly walk around when Carl forced him to go outside to get fresh air. But that sadness turned into rage.
Rick would often leave to kill walkers and search for the people who killed his wife. When he did find them, he killed them. Slower and more painfully than his Y/N.
When he was done with his rage, he stopped accepting it. He kept putting plates out for her when they had family night. Kept serving two dishes like he used to instead of one. It broke his heart further when he reached the dining room and see the looks on everyone's faces when they saw his plates. For the longest time, they kept a chair for her, some forgetting that she was even gone.
The group eventually got rid of the chair, feeling as though it was too hard to keep it.
The days got harder, and his will to live got weaker. But he knew he had to keep going. For Carl, Judith, Alexandria. But it was hard. So hard. He woke up with nightmares, seeing her beautiful eyes turn white as she died. Visuals of her as a walker coming to tear into his flesh. He couldn't handle it.
He couldn't take it anymore.
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yiiiikesizzy · 3 years
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Home pt. 2
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Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Summary: Daryl and Y/N are reminiscent about their life together.
Warnings: pure fluff
AN: Part two of Home that no one asked for. It’s super short.
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Daryl and Y/N laid in one of the hilltop house rooms, given to them by Maggie. A tangle of limbs, Y/N lay naked on Daryl's equally naked chest. They had nothing to hide from each other. Their scars were bared towards one another a long time ago.
"Y/N?"
"Yes, Daryl?" Y/N looked up at the man as he grabbed her hand and kissed it. It's been a while since his escape, and Negan didn't know of Y/N's existence.
"You remember when you fell out of that window?" Y/N snorted at the memory and hid her red face in his chest.
"I sure do. You came jumping right after me." She responded. It was Daryl's turn to laugh, a soft rumble in the back of his throat.
"Well, you fell onto the concrete and nearly broke your ass, and you were bleeding all over the place. I rushed you out to the hospital. You remember that?" Oh, Y/N remembered. It was before the apocalypse, before the world went to shit and before they lost each other.
"Yes, I do." She said, looking back into his ocean eyes. Daryl smiled down at her with a grin.
"Well, there was something I never told you about that night..." Daryl rasped. He ran a hand through his lover's hair gently and smiled.
"What didn't you tell me?" She chuckled, getting into her elbows to look at him more closely.
"While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last," his words were broken up with another laugh. "I was falling deep, deeply in love with you. And I never told you until just now." He confessed softly. She could tell he struggled slightly with getting it out, thinking on how to get the words out.
"Awww." She cooed, leaning forward to capture his lips into her own.
"I love you too, Daryl. Always have and always will." She told him firmly. Daryl smiled with soft tears in his eyes at the memory. The two sat up and hugged each other, breathing in and kissing once more.
"I fell in love with you the day I came home from the hospital. You and Merle were so careful with me. The way you looked at me and the way I look at you... it was a dream come true. I'm glad I get to spend the rest of my life with you. Even if it's in the apocalypse. I couldn't ask for a better partner." She told him softly, placing a kiss on his shoulder.
Daryl smiled and turned to her, cupping Y/N's face into his hands and moving her hair away from her eyes.
"Then marry me."
"What?" She asked in shock. Daryl didn't seem like the marrying type. Throughout their relationship, they never talked about it.
"Let's get married." He clarified. A smile broke out onto Y/N's lips at the proposal. She nodded her head frantically and hugged him tightly.
"Of course I'll marry you!" She laughed, pulling him into another kiss. Daryl got out of bed quickly, leaving a confused Y/N as he looked through his vest.
"I have this. I- I was afraid that you'd say no, but... I found it at a jewelry shop. Hopefully, it fits." He handed her a ring with beautiful diamonds, and he had a simple band.
"You really thought this out, huh?" Daryl nodded shyly and slipped int into her finger. It was a nearly perfect match.
"Mrs. Dixon." She said breathlessly. She had to admit, she's thought about this for a very long time, and now it was here.
"Forever."
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yiiiikesizzy · 3 years
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Home
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Part 2
Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Summary: She didn’t know how much she needed him until he was taken by Negan. She just wanted to be home.
Warnings: angst with fluff
AN: This is based off of the song ‘Home’ by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros
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““What do you mean he’s gone?” Y/N asked hysterically, staring at Rick with wide eyes.
“Negan he uh... he took him.” He informed her. Y/N shook her head and looked through the crowd. No Glenn or Abraham either.
“Wha- well, let’s get him back. We have to get him back.” She cried, breaking down and falling to her knees. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see. All she saw were the tears that flooded her eyes as she sobbed into her hands.
Days went by as she planned her own way to get him back. She needed him back.
“Y/N? You need to come out.” It was Michonne, knocking on her door with a soft voice.
“Go away.” She spoke harshly. She just wanted to find him. She couldn’t imagine what he was going through, how much pain he was in.
“You need to eat something. You’ve been in there for days.” Michonne was right. Her stomach grumbling told her that. Y/N sniffled and sighed, standing from her bed and walked to the door. When she opened it, Michonne’s eyes widened at the sight. Red and puffy eyes, deep frown, and greasy hair with dark bags under her eyes. She looked like a broken mess, and no one knew what to do.
“Let’s go get you something to eat, and then you can take a shower.” She said slowly, leading Y/N to the kitchen. The main group was there, saddened eyes watching as a falling apart Y/N stared at them.
“Don’t look at me like that.” She told them, anger coursing through her.
“Like what?”
“Like you care. If you cared, you’d be getting him back!” She screamed, angry that it’s been days, almost a week, without a solid plan.
“Y/N, we’re trying, okay?” Rick spoke up, shaking his head and placing a hand on her shoulder.
“I just want to go home.” She sobbed, putting her face in her hands. The group shared glances towards one another in confusion.
“Y/N, you are home.”
“No! Home is wherever I’m with him, don’t you understand?! He’s my- he’s my home.” She told him.
“Y/N-“
“No. Just leave me alone.” She told them, running back upstairs to cry in peace.
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“So, what are we going to do now,” Daryl asked her, looking towards his lover with a deep frown as they held the door closed with a couch. There was a herd of walkers behind them, trying to get into the house they were staying at while on a run.
“Well, darling, we fight.” She smirked, getting in position with her automatic rifle.
“You sure are crazy, you know that?” He commented with a scoff. Y/N smiled wider and turned her head towards him.
“And you love it.”
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Y/N couldn’t help but keep having flashbacks of those days. Days where they fell deeper in love with each other. Days where they felt nothing but each other.
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“So, are we going to go home now?” Daryl inquired, turning his naked body towards Y/N’s equally naked one. They spent the night in a shack in the woods, getting their alone time that they desperately needed.
“I’m already home.” She spoke, placing her head onto his chest.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re home, Daryl. You’re everything I need and more. As long as I’m with you, I’ll be okay.” Daryl smiled and kissed her forehead, pulling her impossibly closer to him.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Daryl.”
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Y/N couldn’t stop her tears from flowing, her sobs echoing through the house. It broke everyone’s heart to see such a strong girl fall apart at the seams.
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“Wooo!” Y/N screamed out from through the skylight of the car, her arms raised in the air. Daryl chuckled and pulled her back in, shaking his head.
“You’re still crazy; you know that?” Y/N smirked and took a puff of her cigarette.
“Hey! This could be my last ever cigarette; this could be my last day on earth, might as well have fun with it.” She told him with a wide smile.
“Don’t say that.” Daryl scolded.
“What! It’s true!” She said, crawling back into the front seat and flicking her cigarette out the window.
“Yeah, well, I don’t like it when you say it.” Y/N’s smile turned soft at his words. She reached over and kissed his cheek, watching as his cheeks tinted pink. She found it adorable that even after years of knowing each other and a year of dating, he still got flustered at her affections.
“Let’s get going back to Alexandria, and they’re probably wondering where we’ve been,” Daryl commented, changing his course from their cruise back to their haven. Y/N wiggled her eyebrows as she thought back to what happened in the backseat moments before their cruise, making Daryl blush harder.
“Stop.” He slapped her thigh weakly, making Y/N laugh harder.
“Oh, come on, you weren’t saying that earlier.” She said, making Daryl shift in his seat.
“Come on, let’s not do that right now.” He said. Y/N couldn’t stop the giggles that erupted from her lips, making Daryl scowl at her.
“You love it!”
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Months later, the group was heading to Hilltop, Y/N, not wanting to go. She took a shower and brushed her tangled hair, looking at her broken self in the mirror before getting her clothes on. She didn’t want to appear weak anymore. She didn’t want to seem broken. But she knew from the look in her eyes and the dark bags under them; she was failing.
As they got there, Y/N didn’t lift her eyes from the ground, too upset about the fact she was forced here.
“Y-Y/N.” Whose voice was that? It can’t be. She looked up, and there he was, tears falling from his ocean eyes.
“Daryl?” She choked out, quickly running up to him and falling into his outstretched arms. She was crying now, holding him so close it hurt.
“Oh my god, I missed you. I missed you so much.” He spoke in a mantra, not letting go.
“I’m home. I’m home.”
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yiiiikesizzy · 3 years
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I’m writing a wattpad exclusive story! It’s a Daryl Dixon pre apocalypse-season 8! I hope you guys check it out! I’m still working on Don’t Worry My Love so you don’t have to worry about that stopping. I just had the idea and need to run with it! My Wattpad is yiiiikesizzy!
The story is called The Life You Live.
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yiiiikesizzy · 3 years
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Hi, Morgan
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Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Summary: Daryl Dixon always thought he wasn’t good enough for love. But one woman comes into his life and changes that.
Warnings: complete fluff, slight angst, implied nsfw
AN: finally more Daryl content!
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I woke up with a scream as nightmares plagued my head.
"Y/N, Y/N!" It was Daryl who shook me awake. Connor was sniffling with tears in his eyes as he watched his mother suffer. It broke my heart.
"I'm okay. I'm okay." I repeated and rubbed my eyes.
That's how it was for a few days, but I wouldn't let it affect my day-to-day. I refused to let this incident define who I am. I'm not some broken girl. I'm a fighter, a survivor, a mother. Daryl took me into the woods to burn the clothes that stole. I cried that day.
"Let's get you ready." ~~~ "So, Conman, what do you want to do today?" I asked Connor, rubbing his hair as I laid in bed with Daryl and my son.
"Can I meet the man that Daryl brought in?" I was hesitant with my answer, turning to Daryl quickly, who eventually nodded. We got up and dressed in regular clothes before walking out of the house.
We asked around for the stick-wielding man, stopping by Rick's house for the final answer. Before we made it there, we saw him. He was cleaning the stick on Rick's steps.
"Hi, Morgan," Connor said shyly, clutching my hand tight. Morgan looked up at us and smiled.
"Hi there."
"I'm Y/N. This is Connor, my son." I introduced ourselves. I reached out to shake his hand with a smile. He quickly reached up and shook it with a nod and a smile.
"It's lovely to meet you all." He nodded towards Daryl, who was standing awkwardly behind me. I reached out and grabbed his hand, sending him a squeeze on the hand and a smile.
"Whoa! Your stick is cool! Can you show me?" Connor asked excitedly. I chuckled as the man stood, leaning the stick towards Connor.
"What do you do with it?" He asked in wonder, staring up at the dark-skinned man.
"How about I show you? With your mom's permission, of course." Morgan winked, looking up at me.
"Only if we can join." I laughed, nudging Connor along as we walked with the man behind Rick's house.
"A friend taught me. Taught me many things." Morgan started. Connor sat in the grass as Daryl, and I stood behind him. Morgan began his routine, slashing the air with his staff. ~~~ "Hey, Morgan, can I talk to you real quick?" I ran up to Morgan quickly, stopping before him as he stopped.
"Yeah?"
"You don't have to. But it would be nice if you maybe, taught Connor what you know? I know he's young, but this work... you know how it is."
"Yeah, I do. And I will. He's a good boy. My way doesn't kill people. Doesn't..." he trailed off, furrowing his brows as he tried to grasp the words.
"Yeah. I really appreciate it." Morgan nodded, reaching up and squeezing my shoulder. I tended, my mind flashing back to that day before I brushed it away and smiled. Morgan was frowning, probably catching my expression.
"I start tomorrow. I was gonna practice some anyways."
"Thank you." I smiled and hugged him before walking back to my house. Connor was playing with Carl and Judith outside of Rick's house, playing in the yard.
"Hey." I walked into the house to find Daryl messing with his crossbow.
"Hey. Morgan agreed to teach Connor." I informed him. He nodded as I sat next to him.
"It feels like I haven't been alone with you in forever. In peace, I mean." I spoke, leaning my head on his shoulder. Daryl put his crossbow down and turned to me. He grunted in reply and shrugged.
"Seems like we don't have time no more." He told me. I sighed and smiled at him.
"Well, what would you like to do? We have time to ourselves." I asked, standing and grabbing his hand. He gave me an incredulous look and stood with me. I laughed and pulled him out of the house, getting an idea.
"Let's go hunting!" ~~~ The hunt was successful so far, Daryl found three rabbits, and we were tracking a deer.
"How have you been?" I asked softly, stopping in my tracks. He looked back at me and sighed.
"I'm fine."
"Daryl."
"I- I'm just tired. Tired of many things."
"Do you miss the old world?"
"Why are you asking so many questions?" He deflected. I sent him a pointed look which made him sigh.
"No. My old world was shit. This world is shit too, but it's better."
"Better how?"
"I have a family here. I have... you." I blushed softly at his response and grabbed his hand again. I saw his cheeks tint red, which made me smile.
Do it, do it, do it.
"I'm glad I have you too," I whispered, getting closer to him. I saw his eyes widen, pushing me aside. My heart dropped before I heard an arrow fly.
"I-"
"Shh! Let's go!" He whisper-yelled. Daryl grabbed my hand, and we began to run. I looked behind me to find a large group of walkers trailing behind us.
"Shit." I was so caught up in what I was doing the I didn't even hear them.
"There's a house down the road!" He took the lead as we ran, our path being blocked off by more walkers. I grunted as I was being dragged, grabbing my knife and stabbing a. Walker that got too close. When we made it to the house, it was in the middle of the woods, surrounded by foliage and trees. Daryl opened the door quickly, shutting it and locking it while pushing the couch in front of it. I moved with him, flipping onto the sofa when we were finished. We were panting, exhausted from the run. After a perimeter check, Daryl sat down next to me, sighing and listening to the walkers bang on the door.
"Looks like we're trapped here." I huffed, crossing my arms after sheathing my weapon.
"Ain't that right." He chuckled. I smiled at him and shoved him softly.
"Let's get a look at this place. See what we can find." I told him, standing and going to the kitchen. He followed me, his crossbow limp in his hand.
"This place looks like it hasn't been touched. I bet we'll get good shit here." Daryl chuckled at my words, walking up to the cabinet next to me as I looked at the bottom one. We did that for a few hours, looting the house into our bags.
"It's getting dark. You should sleep." Daryl spoke up. We were sitting on the couch again in silence as I rested my head against his shoulder. He no longer flinched at my affections, which felt like a little victory every time I did.
"You need sleep too. I know you don't get much." Daryl woke up way before Connor and I did. Sometimes it was as though he didn't sleep at all that night.
"Nah, someone's gotta keep watch." He told me. I sighed and shook my head.
"This house will hold. C’mon. Come on." I chuckled as he got limp in my arms before standing up with me.
"Fine." I laughed and brought him upstairs. We found the master bedroom, and I yawned.
"Get some sleep."
"You too! C’mon." I pulled him in bed with me after we took our shoes off. He fell on me, making me laugh harder, and place my hands on his shoulders as his were next to my head. My laughter died down slowly as I realized how close we were. I watched as Daryl lowered himself, capturing my lips into a kiss.
The kiss lasted for what felt like minutes, our lips moving in sync with each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. When we broke away, we were panting from the intensity of the kiss. Daryl rested his forehead onto mine, our eyes closed as we basked in each other's presence.
"I- wow." It was all I could manage to say. I had dreamed of this for so long, so many times.
"Yeah." His voice was gruff as always, but this time was different. His pupils were blown wide as I stared into his eyes. I reached up and pulled him to kiss me again. ~~~ I woke up feeling a ran running up and down my arm, Daryl sighing in content. I looked up at him, which made him look down at me.
"Hi." I suddenly felt shy, my naked body pressed against his. I ducked my head into his neck and laughed. I was in euphoria, and I could feel he was too. He chuckled and grabbed my hand, kissing my knuckles and moving my hair from my neck. I lifted my head and looked into his eyes once more, a soft smile on my lips. I reached down and kissed him again.
"We should get dressed. I don't hear the walkers downstairs." I told him, getting up and sitting on the edge of the large bed. I stretched and yawned, rubbing my eyes as I stared out the window for a second.
"You okay?" Daryl asked in a soft voice. I turned to him and smiled.
"I'm better than okay," I told him, brushing the hair out of his eyes. He blushed again and shook his head.
"Was I-"
"Yes." I chuckled, crawling back onto the bed and kissing him again. He placed his hand on my back, pulling me impossibly closer to him. I chuckled and pulled away.
"Come on, they're probably worried about us." I realized I didn't have a nightmare, nor did I feel as bad as I usually did. I was just... happy. Happy to be in his arms and to finally be his. I felt like a teenager in love.
Love. What a funny thought. I thought I'd never love anyone after Schyler. But look at me now.
Daryl was getting dressed as I watched him, a small smiled playing on my lips.
"Oh, hush." He grumbled.
"I didn't say anything!" I laughed. I threw a pillow at him, which made him laugh as well. I finally started to get dressed and walked up to him.
"What does... what does this mean?" I asked shyly. Daryl placed his hands into my cheeks, kissing my lips and leaning his head onto my forehead.
"It means you're mine, and I'm yours... if you'll have me." I smiled softly at his own shyness. He wasn't one for words, and it was okay because I loved him.
I love him. I love Daryl Dixon. I'm in love with him.
The realization hit me harder than the first time. I was in love again.
"You okay?" He asked, looking into my eyes with concern at my silence.
"I'm perfect."
"Let's get going then." He smiled, grabbing his crossbow from the door and looking out the window. It was clear, no walker in sight. We moved the couch from the door and began our trek back home.
I felt all giddy inside, happy with today's events.
"They're back." We heard from the tower Glenn coming down and greeting us at the gate.
"What happened? You guys were gone for a long time. Connor has been worried." He informed us.
"Shit." I sighed, looking back at Daryl. Glenn's grim face turned into a smirk when we turned around to him.
"What?" Daryl asked.
"You uh, you guys have something right here." He pointed to our necks with a laugh. I furrowed my brows and looked at Daryl's neck, finding hickies there. I blushed heavily and punched Glenn in the shoulder as I saw how uncomfortable Daryl was.
"Shut up, man." I chuckled, grabbing Daryl's hand and walking away.
"Oh, come on, Y/N, just playing! But I'm glad you guys finally did it!" He shouted. I flipped him off and started to run with a laugh, Daryl doing the same.
"Mom!" Connor yelled, running up to Daryl and me.
"Hi bubs!"
"You were gone for two days. You said only a few hours. I got scared something happened to you guys." He said, sniffling softly.
"Hey, it's okay. We're back, and nothing bad happened." Connor smiled at us.
"There you guys are. We were worried." Rick said, coming out with Judith on his hip. The group walked out of the house and greeted us.
"Oh, it wasn't that serious." I waved them off with a shake of my head.
"Okay, sure." They all gave us looks, getting the idea of what happened. Maggie looked at me and gave me the look of 'we're definitely talking about this later.' I smiled at everyone and guided Daryl and Connor back to our house.
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Abraham
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Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Summary: Daryl Dixon always thought he wasn’t good enough for love. But one woman comes into his life and changes that.
Warnings: sexual assault (not too descriptive), hurt/comfort, major angst
AN: Skip the italics if sexual assault makes you uncomfortable please!
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I needed time alone. The meeting was a lot to handle, and I needed to get outside these walls. I haven’t been outside in what felt like forever. When I made my way to the gate, a rifle in hand, I was stopped by Sasha.
“You okay?” She asked softly. I smiled at her and patted her shoulder.
“You know how it goes. Gotta get some air from this stuffy place. Connor is being cared for by Daryl.” I pursed my lips as she nodded at me, rocking on my feet as I waited for her to get the hint to open the gate.
“Oh, right.” She chuckled, opening the gate and watching me walk out.
“Be careful!” She called out. I waved her off and smiled. I walked down the road in silence, looking at the map in my hands for the next town over. I might as well get some things while I’m out.
As I got to the town, I found a convenience store. This was pretty easy. I checked all around for any threats before walking inside. The door chimed as I went, closing it softly and scanning the shelves after looking around for any walkers. There were none.
I sighed softly as I began to fill my bag with things that weren’t spoiled, stale chip bags and candy bars. It’ll be good for the kids. I chuckled at the thought of them. I loved my son. I’m glad he met Jesse’s boys. It was hard to get him out of the house to meet new people, but he liked the boys. Maybe not the youngest. He called him too much of a scaredy-cat.
“Well, what do we have here?” I heard behind me. I quickly turned with my gun raised, but his was cocked and ready to go. I didn’t let my gun drop, staring the sleazy-looking man in the eyes. He had a wife beater on paired with an overshirt. Jeans and boots adorned his lower half. He was big, much taller, and muscular than me.
“I say you put that gun down, pretty lady.”
“No. Put down yours.” He quickly shot into the roof, making me jump.
“Don't make me ask again.” I didn’t want to kill him. Brendon's words stuck in my brain.
Murderer. Murderer.
“Fine. Fine. Just take what you want.” I told him, slowly taking my weapons off. I sighed heavily as he patted me down, touching me in places I never want to be touched by my man like him.
“Okay. Now, what’s in the bag?” He asked. I grabbed the bag and opened it.
“Not much.” He sighed and rubbed his head with his gun, making my brows furrow. The next thing I knew. I was clocked in the head by the butt of it, making me fall to the floor.
“Ah!” I screamed out in pain as my body made a large thump into the ground.
“Come here bitch.” He seethed, grabbing me and pulling me into his back. My eyes widened as I knew what would happen. He sat on my stomach, beginning to cut off my clothes. I cried out and began to fight back, making him growl at me. He wrapped his hand around my throat, cutting off my air supply. He started. I was crying harder.
I turned to my left, finding my knife. I was starting to lose consciousness, my eyes fluttering shut. Then I felt it. My hand gripped the knife and plunged it into his throat. He stopped what he was doing, his hand running up to his neck. I could breathe, gasping for breath as I did. He slowly fell onto me as he died. I pushed him off of me and just... cried. I looked at my tattered clothes and slowly stood. I grabbed his overshirt and pants, quickly putting them over my naked body. I looked at his lifeless form and kicked him. I kicked and kicked and kicked until my leg hurt, screaming out with every hit. I grabbed the knife from his throat and went to stab his brain but stopped.
“You deserve to turn,” I whispered. It was time to go home. I was limping; the pain was unbearable. I grabbed my gun and his weapons, putting them into the bag.
When I made it to the gate, Abraham was on watch. Sasha quickly opened the gate and ushered me inside.
“What happened?” She asked. I brushed past her quickly, no words uttered.
“What happened to your clothes?” Abraham asked. I turned to him and stopped, tears threatening to spill.
“Don’t worry about it,” I grunted, beginning my walk again. I heard footsteps behind me as I sat in my backyard, turning to find Abraham.
He didn’t talk, just sat next to me.
“I know you don’t like me, but...”
“Yeah?” I scoffed, wiping my tears away.
“I know.” He said. I looked at him quickly, my body shaking.
“A girl I was friends with... before I met up with Rosita and Eugene, she was like you. Spunky, a good person. And one day, she came back from a run, different clothes, that... look in her eyes. She didn’t stop crying.” My tears came back like hot waterfalls and stained my cheeks.
“I should’ve fought back harder.” I cried. Abraham quickly hugged me, holding me tight against him.
“Nah, nothing you could do.” He whispered. I clutched onto him like my life depended on it and wept. I cried and cried until my body buzzed with numbness.
“Let’s get you home and cleaned up.” He helped me up and wrapped my arm around my torso, making sure I didn’t limp anymore. We passed others, and they gave us curious looks, but Abraham sent them away.
“Where’s Connor? I don’t want him to see me like this.... not again.” Abraham gave me a look full of anger and sadness, getting the hint that this wasn’t the first time.
“He’s with Jesse’s boys.” He explained to me. I smiled softly and nodded as I bit my lip.
“Okay.”
“You go to the bathroom and get yourself clean. I’ll wait by the door.” He instructed. I nodded once more and entered the bathroom, and winced at my reflection. I had bruises around my neck, I was covered in blood, and my hair was messy.
I stripped out of the clothes and sat in the tub before turning the water on. I watched as the blood rolled off of me, collecting onto the drain. I couldn’t cry anymore; my tears all dried up. But I wanted to. I licked my dry lips and turned my head to the door.
“Abe?”
“Yeah?”
“Tell me a story.” I heard shuffling behind the door before he started telling his stories. I sat under the water for maybe thirty minutes as we just... talked.
Once I was ready to leave, I wrapped my towel around myself and looked at my reflection once more. The bruises and scars were still there. No matter how much a scrubbed in the shower, they wouldn’t go away.
I changed into my clothes and left the bathroom. Abraham was sitting on the floor by the door and looked up at me. He smiled and stood, pulling me into another hug.
“I’m always here for you, even if you hate me.”
“I don’t hate you. I never did.”
“Oh really?” I chuckled at that.
“Really. You’re just a big brute who uses his fists instead of his voice... but you’re still family. And I appreciate you.” His smile widened at my words, and he gently rested his hand on my shoulder, squeezing lightly and letting out a sigh.
“Okay. Let’s get that neck checked out.”
“W-wait.”
“What?” He asked, his brows furrowing.
“I don’t... I don’t want anyone to know.” I said shyly and bit my lip.
“Okay. We can make up a story.” He agreed, ushering me downstairs. Daryl was there with a confused look, Connor running to me.
“Mama!”
“Well, I’ll get going. Check out her neck for me.” Abraham told Daryl. The man gave me a curious look that quickly turned into anger as Abraham sent me one last look before shutting the door.
“What happened?” The three of us sat down on the couch. Daryl reached up and moved my hair away, looking at the large bruise and my bloodshot eyes.
“Just ran into someone bad.”
“Are they dead?” Connor asked. I looked down at him and nodded.
“Yeah. He’s dead.”
“Why did he do that to you?” He inquired, tilting his head to the side. I sighed and shook my head.
“Some people are just bad, bubs,” I explained, running my hand through his growing hair. Daryl gently brushed his fingers over the bruise and huffed.
“I’m okay,” I reassured, grabbing his hand and smiling at him.
“Connor, go upstairs. We’ll tuck you in soon,” I told Connor, who quickly got up and ran upstairs.
“What really happened?” Daryl's gruff voice spoke, breaking the small silence that fell upon us.
“There was a man. He... he was so big... I couldn’t do anything to stop him.” I began to cry again. I felt like I needed to tell him. Like he deserves to know.
“What did he do?” I shook my head, not able to speak the words.
“It hurts so bad, Daryl,” I told him and threw myself into his arms. He rubbed my back softly and held me tight, whispering soft nothings in my ear.
“It’ll be okay. Hey, it’ll be okay.” He repeated, rocking us backs nod forth. I felt as though he knew what I meant, and that made my heart break.
“Let’s get going. Connor needs to be uh... tucked it.” I sniffled softly and stood on shaking legs, and Daryl quickly stabilized me.
“Okay.”
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Lost and Found
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Summary: In the darkest days, people find solace in light. But not one. Y/N found her peace in darkness. And HYDRA fed off of it. But one memory swipe too far led to the Avengers finding her, helping her, fixing her.... But only if they knew the nightmares they would unleash...
Warnings: Dark themes! Abuse, angst
AN: This series is very fun to write.
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"You failed," Pierce spoke. Y/N was back to her old self, sitting back with a bored expression.
"I did what you asked. I got you the man." She hissed. She knew what would happen. The monsters won't like it. They never do.
"Throw her in," Pierce demanded. She didn't fight, didn't say a word. She knew the punishment would be worse if she did. The memory swiped typically didn't work on the woman; the monsters that lived inside her made sure of that.
But not this time.
Her screams echoed through the facility, the machine connected to her head shot bolts of electricity through her body, mostly her brain. The monsters got angry. Angry at HYDRA for what they were doing to their host. So they plotted and howled, not telling their host what they planned once the torture was over.
Then everything went dark.
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T҉h҉e҉ A҉v҉e҉n҉g҉e҉r҉s҉.҉ T҉h҉e҉y҉'҉l҉l҉ h҉e҉l҉p҉ u҉s҉.҉
A̶n̶d̶ w̶h̶y̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ w̶e̶ l̶i̶s̶t̶e̶n̶ t̶o̶ y̶o̶u̶?̶
B҉e҉c҉a҉u҉s҉e҉ m҉y҉ w҉o҉r҉d҉s҉ a҉r҉e҉ t҉h҉e҉ o҉n҉l҉y҉ w҉a҉y҉ s҉h҉e҉ w҉i҉l҉l҉ s҉u҉r҉v҉i҉v҉e҉
A̶n̶d̶ i̶f̶ w̶e̶ r̶e̶f̶u̶s̶e̶?̶
T҉h҉e҉n҉ s҉h҉e҉'҉l҉l҉ d҉i҉e҉.҉ a҉n҉d҉ e҉v҉e҉n҉t҉u҉a҉l҉l҉y҉,҉ y҉o҉u҉ w҉i҉l҉l҉ d҉i҉e҉ t҉o҉o҉.҉
The monsters grumbled and thought it over. They did attempt to kill the Avengers. They might kill her on the spot. But if this voice is telling the truth...
W̶e̶ w̶i̶l̶l̶ t̶r̶y̶.̶ B̶u̶t̶ i̶f̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ p̶l̶a̶n̶ f̶a̶i̶l̶s̶.̶.̶.̶
I҉t҉ w҉o҉n҉'t҉.҉
I̶f̶ i̶t̶ f̶a̶i̶l̶s̶.̶ T̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ w̶i̶l̶l̶ b̶e̶ h̶e̶l̶l̶ t̶o̶ p̶a̶y̶.̶
F҉a҉i҉r҉ e҉n҉o҉u҉g҉h҉.҉
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"SECURITY BREACH. SECURITY BREACH." FRIDAY's voice blared, making the Avengers jump from their seats.
"Are we under attack?" Steve asked quickly, getting his shield and walking down the hallway with everyone else.
"I don't know. FRIDAY, who is it?" Tony asked, getting his suit on.
"I'M NOT SURE. THEY SEEM TO BE HURT."
"Hurt?" Wanda asked. The team rushed into the area FRIDAY told them to go. Finding a woman face down onto the floor. Her h/c hair flowing across the ground in a heap. Blood coated the body, and her hands stained red. The team gasped, seeing a seemingly random woman clad in gear like she was ready for a war.
"Ma'am?" Steve asked. Then the woman moved, making everyone lift their guns and weapons in her direction.
H̶e̶l̶p̶ h̶e̶r̶.̶
The monsters were desperate. Their host were being left to rot with a scrambled brain.
"It's the woman we fought. Why would she come here?" Natasha asked. Everyone shrugged, confused themselves.
"Let's help her," Wanda spoke up, which made everyone turn their heads in disbelief.
"Whoa, whoa. Help her? She tried to kill us! Barnes is still recovering." Tony hissed.
"She's injured. She came here for a reason. She needs our help. She didn't kill Natasha, and she didn't kill Steve. We also saved bucky the same way we can save her. Think about it, okay. If that doesn't do anything for you, we can use her for intel."
"If she remembers anything," Natasha remarked.
"You think they did a memory swipe?" Steve asked his friend. She nodded with a shrug.
"They're notorious for it."
"Let's say we do help her. What if she tries to kill us again when she wakes up?" Tony asked, angry that they were even debating this.
"Let's just see." Then the body on the floor groaned. When she looked up, fear took over her face. She struggled to stand, her legs wobbly as she began to back away.
"Who-who are you?" She asked in a shaky voice. She looked utterly terrified.
The Avengers shared a look, confusion plastered on their faces.
"You don't remember us?" Natasha asked incredulously. The woman shook her head frantically, almost stumbling back into a wall.
"We're not going to hurt you," Wanda spoke softly, trying not to startle the woman. She nodded slowly, stopping her movements and looking around the room.
"Where am I?" She asked and turned her attention towards the people in front of her.
"The Avengers tower. In New York." Steve spoke up. His hands were raised in defense, in case this was a trick. The woman furrowed her brows; confusion etched on her features.
"What are Avengers?" The team sighed, shaking their heads.
"Do you know your name?" Natasha asked. The girl shook her head, sadness falling onto her face.
"Uhm... Y/N, I think."
She winced in pain as she walked, almost falling into Natasha, who caught her and helped her up.
"You good?"
"I don't- I don't know. I'm hurting all over." She told them and shook her head, almost angry that she couldn't walk well.
When they made it into the infirmary, Bruce was waiting for them. The doctor helped her to the table, checking her over for any wounds. She was covered in blood, but on further inspection, it wasn't hers.
"Who's blood is this?" Bruce asked. The woman shrugged, clutching her head.
"Oh god, did I hurt someone?" She asked, tears filling her eyes. The team shared looks, ranging from surprise to confusion.
"Uhm... yes. Yes, you did." Steve told her, earning a slap on the arm from Wanda.
"But you aren't in trouble! What do you... what do you remember?" Wanda asked softly, slowly approaching her.
"I- I don't know. Everything is foggy. Everything hurts, and I barely even know my name." She covered her face, sobbing into her hands.
"What's that around your neck?" Bruce asked her, pointing a pen towards her neck. There was a device around her, like a collar. The woman raised a hand to her neck and squeaked in surprise. She didn't even feel it until now.
"I don't know, but... it's uncomfortable." She shrugged.
"Y/N. Do you know who Alex Sky is?" Wanda asked softly. Y/N shook her head and sent the witch a sad look.
"I don't. I'm sorry. Is he in trouble? Am I in trouble?" Natasha walked up to Y/N and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"No. We need to find him. And for you... we'll help you." She told the girl gently. Y/N looked into Natashas eyes; a lost look swirled inside.
"How do you know your name?" Natasha asked, not breaking eye contact.
"I Uhm... I have this folder." Y/N reached into her jacket and pulled out the manilla folder that told her who she was.
"It says a name and a date with a picture of my face. But it doesn't say anything else. It's like the papers were taken out quickly. Some scraps of paper are left, but... I don't know. I have this feeling that... that I'm in trouble, with something or someone. I have a knife that I don't remember getting. This all doesn't make sense." She huffed, fresh tears stinging her e/c eyes.
"We'll get you help. I promise."
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The Biggest Regret
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Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Summary: When reader begins to struggle with her ED and depression, Daryl comes to fix her broken pieces.
Warnings: heavy descriptions of depression, eating disorders and self harm, hurt/comfort
AN: Please don’t read this if you get triggered by any of the warnings! Usually I put less description on the persons body but I’m using the fact that it’s the apocalypse and that they’re severely struggling with an ED to describe a few things. I apologize if that upsets anyone! It’s also pretty short, only almost 900 words.
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Some days she was fine. Only some. It took years for her to be like this. She was the happy one, the cheerful one. Maybe that’s why she was able to hide it so well.
Depression began to hit when they lost Beth. They were close, like sisters who knew each other forever even though they met in the prison. She didn’t know how to handle her pain, didn’t know what to do with it. So she hurt herself. Burns, cuts, bruises. Some days she’d just hit and hit and hit until she couldn’t feel it anymore.
Being on the road for such a long time, losing all those people made her worse. She couldn’t handle it most days, sitting alone and just... crying.
Then they came to Alexandria, and things began to be okay. Her closeness to Daryl grew from their shared experiences, their heartache, and their love for one another. But she still couldn’t shake her feelings.
They had access to food now. Access to three meals a day but she... couldn’t. It’s not because she thought she was fat; none of the group was. They were starved for too long, and she just... kept that with her. Maybe it was the feeling of numbness she got when she finally felt the hunger. Or maybe it was the disgust she felt when she saw the sight of food.
“Y/N? You haven’t touched your food. Are you okay?” It was Carol, a concerned look on her face. Her voice and the stares of her group made her snap out of her deep thoughts, smiling at her family.
“I’m just not that hungry.” She told them. It’s what she always told them. And most believed her, didn’t want to pry or make her upset. But the others knew she was struggling. They just didn’t know what to do about it. Her eye bags were darker than anyone’s there. Her cheeks more prominent, and her skin was practically transparent with how fragile it looked.
“Okay.” Carol finished. Daryl was next to her, grabbing her thin hand under the table with a small squeeze.
When they finished dinner, Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. Every piece she ate felt like poison that swelled her stomach. Sticking a finger down her throat was the easy part, but the regret and pain she felt afterward were the hardest.
She hates herself, hates what she’s become. She was ugly, angry, and depressed all in the same breath. She didn’t want to be this way forever. But for now... her blades will have to do.
But one day stopped it all.
The knife was too tempting. She stared at it for a long while, thinking, ‘I don’t need it.’ ‘I can do this alone.’ But those thoughts were lost. She ran to the bathroom with hot and angry tears, tearing off her pants and doing one, two, three, more and more. Then the door opened, and the blood that dripped from her thighs ran cold.
“Y/N! What the fuck?!” It was Daryl rushing to her aid as he threw the knife in her hand to the side. She was sobbing, falling into his arms and covering her face with her hands. He held her down softly as she thrashed, ashamed of what he just witnessed.
“Rick!” He shouted, knowing he needed to console her, but he needed the blood to stop. She heard the quick footsteps, only Ricks.
“What happened-“ he was cut off by what he saw, shock and hurt melting onto his features.
“Get a washcloth, do... something!” Daryl screamed with tears in his eyes. Y/N buried her head into his shoulder as she begged him to forgive her, that she was sorry. He shushed her gently, rocking her back and forth as his sobs muffled with hers.
Rick grabbed the towels and quickly applied pressure, looking out the bathroom window to find Carol. He flagged her down, which only made Y/N cry harder. She didn’t want more people to see her. She was so ashamed.
They got her help. Everything was patched up, and Daryl never left her side. He stopped going on runs while she had the bandages on, wouldn’t let her lift a thing until she got better. Denise said she was extremely malnourished, that she hadn’t been eating a thing. Daryl could see it once Y/N lifted her shirt; her ribs were the most prominent thing on her body. It was heartbreaking.
“I’m sorry,” Y/N told Daryl for the millionth time. Daryl shook his head and kissed her forehead, running his fingers through her messy hair.
“Nah... you were just fighting demons. Don't gotta be ashamed—no need to apologize to me. Be sorry to yourself. You can’t do that no more. You gotta eat, gotta get better.” He told her softly. She was laying on him, as light as a feather.
“But I am. I’m so embarrassed. I worried you and I- I want to get better, but I don’t know how.” She confessed sadly.
“I’m here for you, and we’re all here for you. Always.” He said firmly, looking her in the eyes.
“Okay...”
And that’s how it started. Her family began to nurse her back to health, slowly but surely. She was eating more and more every day. It was hard, oh so hard. But she was trying.
And that’s all that mattered.
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New Days
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Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Summary: Daryl Dixon always thought he wasn’t good enough for love. But one woman comes into his life and changes that.
Warnings: Fluff, angst, character death
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Connor was turning nine, Y/N could feel it in her bones. Maybe it was a mom thing; her brain was secretly counting the day.
Daryl was gone. He didn’t get to celebrate with her and Carol. He was finding new people, going to help grow this place.
Y/N still hasn’t taken up her chance at being a teacher, but she wanted to. She had to try. Daryl was.
“What day is it?” Y/N asked Connor. The boy shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t know?”
“It’s your birthday!” She cheered happily, pumping the air with her fists.
Carl smiled at them as he held Judith by the door. Connor smiled widely, excited as his mother was.
“Really? How do you know?” He asked. Y/N smiled, bending t his height and ruffling his long hair. It reached his shoulders now, the blond strands getting wavy.
“Moms know everything.” She chuckled, guiding her son to the living room. Carol baked a small cake, candles decorating it.
“Happy birthday Connor!” Everyone cheered as they entered the living from. Maggie, Glenn, Carl, Judith, and Michonne were all in the living room while Carol brought the cake to the table.
“You did this all for me?” The boy asked. Y/N nodded excitedly, rubbing her son's shoulders. The day went by fast; the three kids decided to hang upstairs in Connor's room while the adults stayed in the living room. Rick was still in prison, Michonne leaving to check on him every so often.
“This was nice. Maybe next time we can introduce him to Ron and his brother?” Carol suggested.
“I think he’s ready. These people... Rick is right. But that doesn’t mean he’s wrong in some ways as well. These are good people, they just don’t know anything.” Carol gave a nod and rubbed the mother’s shoulders in understanding.
“Let’s get back to the party.”
~~~
Rick finally woke up. Michonne was with him all night after the party. Glenn, Carol, Abraham, and I walked into the room slowly with a sigh.
“Where’d you get the gun?” Michonne asked and placed her hands on her hips.
“You took it right. From the armory? That was stupid. Why did you do it?” Carol asked. I shared a look with her. My own confusion etched on my face. Rick gave her an incredulous look before giving up whatever he was going to say.
“Just in case.” He said simply. I bit my lip and crossed my arms, a small frown on my face. I agreed with him, just in case, but I wasn’t going to voice my thoughts.
“Deanna’s planning to have a meeting tonight. For anyone who wants to.” Glenn spoke up.
“To kick Rick out?” Abraham asked.
“To try.”
“We don’t know that,” I told them with a shake of my head.
“Maggie’s with Deanna right now. She’s going to find out what this is.”
“At the meeting, you say you were worried about someone being abused and no one doing anything about it. You say you took the gun to be sure that Jesse was safe from a man who wound up attacking you. You say you’ll do whatever you want them to. Just tell them a story that they want to hear; it’s what I’ve been doing since I got here.” Carol explained. I nodded with her and stood by her side.
“Why?” Michonne asked as she leaned back in her chair.
“Because these people are children, and children like stories.” I smiled at her words. She was absolutely right. They were weak and acted like children’s when things went wrong. They desperately need our help.
“What happens after all the nice words, and they still kick Rick out?” Abraham inquired and tilted his head to the side as he placed his hands in his pockets.
“They’re guarding the armory now,” Glenn told us.
“We still have knives. That’s all we need against them.” Carol said. I kept silent, watching Rick with saddened eyes. He gave me a soft smile and a nod which made me mirror him.
“Well, tonight at the meeting, if it looks like it’s going bad, I whistle. Carol grab Deanna, I take Spencer, you grab reg, Glenn, Abraham and Y/N cover us, watch the crowd.” Rick began to form a plan. Carol and I nodded with him, but Michonne opposed.
“We can talk to them.”
“Yeah, we will. If we can’t get through, we take the three of them and say we’ll slit their throats.” I didn’t exactly like the plan of brutality murdering them. They were still good people, just ignorant.
“Like at Terminus?” That made my blood run cold. Remembering the time Daryl was ripped from my arms was burned into my brain. The fear I felt.
“No, we just tell ‘em. They give us the armory, and it’s over.”
“Did you want this?” Glenn asked with a sigh.
“No. I hit my limit. I- I screwed up. And here we are. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m just gonna sleep some more.” Everyone began to leave and made their way to do their own things.
I walked with Connor down the road and clutched his hand as he walked close by. I saw Deanna start to walk in our direction, making me stop.
“Y/N.”
“I’m trying to enjoy the day with my son.” I cut her off. She sighed and stopped walking as well.
“I heard it was his birthday.” That made me smile and nod.
“He turned 9,” I informed her.
“That’s wonderful. I need to talk to you... when you’re not with your son.” She told me. I felt the urge to roll my eyes, knowing that it was most likely about Rick. I didn’t like anything about this.
“I’ll leave you to it... just be careful.” She told me. I nodded and walked away with Connor.
“I will.”
I took Connor back to our house and sat him down on our bed.
“When is Daryl coming back? Or... is he going to come back?”
“Bubs, he will. He should be back tonight.” I told him firmly. He nodded and rested his head on my shoulder.
“Why do people die?” The question made my breath hitch. We’ve lost so many people. So many good people who never deserved it.
“I don’t know, baby.” I kissed his forehead and rubbed his back.
“I miss them.” He started to cry and cover his face with his hands.
“Hey... it’ll be okay. Sometimes people leave, and there’s nothing we can do about it.” I told him softly. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes harshly. I sighed and held him close to me while I shushed him gently.
“It’ll be okay.”
“You promise?”
“I can’t promise you anything. But I can say that I will try my best to make sure you are safe. We may lose people along the way, but your safety is all that matters.” Connor nodded and hugged me tightly.
“What about Daryl?” He asked. I couldn’t hold back the small smile at the thought of him.
“He’ll keep us safe. I’ll keep him safe.” I told him and looked down at him.
“Do you love him?” We sat there in silence for a long while, not knowing how to reply.
“I think so.”
“Why aren’t you guys together? Will he be my new dad? I hope he is...” he trailed off quietly, making me tense up. God, did I want that. I wanted it so bad it made my heart hurt. However, I didn’t want to go in too fast. I don’t want him to be uncomfortable.
“I- I hope so too.”
~~~
It was time for the meeting and I left Connor in the house so he could sleep. Rick hadn’t shown up yet.
“We’re going to start,” Deanna spoke up.
“Can we wait? There’s still people coming,” Maggie asked.
“Glenn, Rick.”
“We’re going to start. It’s already dark. We’re going to talk about what happened. Not the fight. Of what precipitated it. We’re dealing with that. We’re going to talk about one of our constables, Rick Grimes. We’re going to talk about how he had a pistol he stole from the armory, about how he pointed it at people. And we’re going to talk about what he said. I was hoping he’d be here.” She spoke in almost a smug manner.
“She said he’s coming,” Michonne spoke up.
“I’m sure he’ll be here. And I’m sure we can work this all out.” I didn’t want Rick's plan to go into action; I liked his place. Michonne began to explain things about the outside and how Rick was a good man.
“-and after being out there and then not being how you were out there... it can drive you crazy. Rick just wants his family to live. He wants all of you to live. Who he is is who you’re gonna be... if you’re lucky.” Michonne said.
“Rick Grimes saved my life over and over. There's terrifying people out there. And he rescued me from them. People like me, people like us, need people like him. I know what happened last night was scary. And I’m sure he’s sorry for that. But maybe we should listen to what he was saying.”
“When I was... in trouble, Rick tried to save my son. Him and Daryl risked their lives for a boy they didn’t even know. They brought me back to their place and saved me, with barely any questions. Rick is a good man with the intentions of making sure his family will prosper.” I stood up for him with the others, biting my lip after noticing everyone looking at me. It made me nervous.
“Simply put... there is a vast ocean of shit that people you don’t know shit about. Rick knows every fine grain of said shit, and then some.” Abraham said his input. I nodded with him, catching his eye. I still didn’t like him, but he knew what he was saying and knew how to get his points across.
“My father respected Rick Grimes. Rick is a father, too. He’s a man with a good heart. Who feels the things he does, the things he has to do. And all of us who were together before this place, no matter when we found each other, we're family now. Rick started that. And you won’t stop it. You can’t. And you don’t want to. This community of people... that family... you want to be a part of it, too.” Maggie spoke up while she looked at Deanna.
“Before we hear from anyone else, I- I would like to share something in the spirit of transparency. Father Gabriel came to me the day before yesterday, and he said our new arrivals can’t be trusted, that they were dangerous, that they would put themselves before this community. And not one day later, Rick seemed to demonstrate all the things Father Gabriel said. I had hoped Gabriel would be here tonight.” My blood boiled for the priest. I knew I shouldn’t trust him.
“I don’t see him here, Deanna. So you’re just saying what someone said. Did you tape him?” Jesse spoke up incredulously.
“He’s not here,” Maggie said.
“Neither is Rick.”
“I just want to keep my family safe.” A man started.
“You know? And I don’t even know what that means anymore, but if it means that we got to get rid of-“ he was cut off by footsteps, Rick’s footsteps. He was carrying a walker a threw it to the ground, making a woman gasp.
“It got inside on its own. They always will- the dead and the living, because were in here. And the ones out there... but we’ll kill them. We’ll survive. I’ll show you how. You know, I was thinking- I was thinking, how many of you do I have to kill to save your lives? But I’m not going to do that. You’re gonna change. I’m not sorry for what I said last night. I’m sorry for not saying it sooner. You’re not ready, but you have to be. Right now, you have to be. Luck runs out.” Rick gave his speech, looking at everyone. My heart was pounding in my ears as I watched everyone’s faces. They were hard to understand. Then there were more footsteps. It was Pete with Michonne’s sword in hand.
“You’re not one of us. You’re not one of us!” He screamed.
“Pete, you don’t want to do this,” Reg spoke up, getting in between the two.
“Get the hell away from me, Reg.”
“Pete, just stop.” Reg tried to stop him from moving, but Pete pushed him away.
“Get away from me.”
“Reg, Reg.” Deanna pleaded.
“Get away, get away!”
“Now, Pete, stop. Pete-“ he was cut off by his throat being slit by Pete. Everyone screamed in horror at the sight.
“No, no! Oh, no, no!” Deanna cried as Reg gurgled on his own blood.
“This is him! This is him!” Pete began to scream as Abraham held him down. Deanna was sobbing.
“Oh, god! Oh, my love. My love, my love. No, my love, no. No, my love.” Deanna sobbed harder, her words blurring together.
“It’s him! This is him!” Deanna slowly looked at Rick with tearful eyes and a vengeful spirit.
“Rick... do it.” She told him. Rick didn’t nod, didn’t indicate that he understood. He simply raised his gun and shot Pete in the head.
“Rick?”
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Emily Prentiss x fem!Reader
Summary: What happened when Emily find out Y/N’s dark secret?
Warnings: Major Angst
AN: This doesn’t have a happy ending.
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That day was stuck in Y/N's mind. She couldn't shake the thought, couldn't stop reliving it. "Baby?" "Huh?" "Are you okay?" Emily was staring at her, her eyes filled with concern. The couple was lying on the couch together, Y/N, in between Emily's arms. "Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm okay." She lied, sending Emily a fake smile. The woman gave her partner a look. You can't fool a profiler. "Tell me what's wrong." "I'm fine, Emily." She didn't want to talk about it. She didn't want to... relive it more than her mind already was. She tried to block it out, wanted to send the thoughts away. But she couldn't. She couldn't get it out of her head. "You're spacing out. You're never this distant." Emily was using a soft voice, a voice she used for victims. It made Y/N's blood boil. "I'm. Fine." she seethed, getting up and walking into their shared room. She heard Emily call out her name, though she slammed the door. "Y/N open the door. Please." she was knocking on the door softly as Y/N collapsed onto the floor, using her hand to muffle her sobs. "I'm- please just leave me alone for right now," she begged, hearing Emily sigh and stop her knocking. "Okay... I'm going to go to the store, okay. Get you your favorite candy. Is that okay? Will that help?" she asked. Emily was a wonderful girlfriend. She knew what made her happy, which made her sad. What helps when she's had a bad day. And candy was her favorite pick me up. Y/N sat there in silence, her face blank and heart numb. Brushing her hair out of her face, she unlocked the door and walked back to the couch, sitting down and wrapping her arms around her legs. She jumped when the door opened, finding Emily entering the room with a bag in her hand. Y/N wiped her eyes and smiled sadly as her. "I'm sorry," she spoke softly, her voice oozing sadness. "No, don't apologize. Just... what happened?" Emily asked. Y/N shrugged and went to hug her girlfriend. "I don't want to talk about it... Can we just cuddle?" "Sure, baby." And that's how it was for a while. Y/N wouldn't talk as much... would be distant, sad, angry. It broke Emily's heart to see ger his way. So, one day, she did something about it. "tell me what wrong. You can't keep pushing me away, then bringing me back just to push me away again! I want you to be happy, but I can't when you won't let me. Tell me what's going on!" They had a screaming match, waking up their neighbors with tears in their eyes. "No." "Y/N, please." Emily pleaded, bringing her hands together. "I said no, Emily.' "Y/N if it's me-" "No, Emily, god! It's not you!" she roared, rubbing her tired eyes. "Then what-" "I was raped, okay! I was- I was raped," saying it out loud made it real. The words caught in her throat as they made their way past her chapped lips. "baby... when did-" "It happened at that party. You left because of a case, and I wanted to stay to make friends. I was drugged, but I don't remember everything." Emily slowly approached the wailing girl, who had her head in her hands as she sobbed. She was reliving it; Emily could see that. "can I?" She asked, gesturing to see if she could touch her. Y/N slowly nodded her head behind her hands, shaking like a leaf as she felt Emily slowly wrap her hands around her girlfriend. "I'm sorry for being so distant." She whimpered, letting her arms drop to her sides. "No, it's okay. Don't apologize. Everything is okay." her voice was soft and caring, careful not to speak too loudly. Emily knew now wasn't the time to ask who did it. She didn't want to cause any more unnecessary trauma. "I can- I can still feel his hands on me. Emily, I was so scared." she cried, finally raising her arms to grip Emily, holding her tightly. Tears pricked the raven headed woman's eyes, rolling down her eyes in waves. "Emily?" "Yes, love?" "Thank you. For being there even though I pushed you away." Y/N leaned back softly, just enough so that she could look her partner in the eyes. "I will always be there for you." "promise?" "I promise." ~~~ Emily's phone was ringing while she was on a case in Wyoming, making her brows furrow. "Hey, baby. What- what's wrong?" Emily asked. It was Y/N, and she was crying. "Everything okay?" Derek asked, stopping what he was doing to approach his friend. Everyone in the room turned to Emily in question. "I don't know. Baby, tell me what's wrong." "Emily... I'm pregnant." Y/N cried. Emily collapsed into a chair. It was possible after what happened. The team rushed to help the woman who was feeling faint. "I'll be right there," Emily spoke, hanging up the phone. After telling the team what happened, they sent her home on the jet. When she walked into her house, Y/N was crying, sobbing heavily into her hands with a pregnancy test clutch between them. "Emily, what are we going to do?" she cried, running into her girlfriend's arms. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I promise. Do you want to keep it?" she asked. Y/N stood back, biting her lip with a nod. "it's not fair. I- I want to keep it because we want kids. But this is going to be so hard." she admitted. Emily nodded in understanding. "everything will be okay. Do you know who it was? Who is the father?" Emily asked the question that had been nagging at her. "Yes… the crew member Alex. And- there's another thing. I kept getting these pictures and emails while you were gone." Y/N sniffled, walking over to the drawer by the door, opening it up, and pulling out an envelope. When Emily opened it, it was pictures of them. Kissing, doing intimate things. Y/N in the shower, out on a run, everywhere she's been. The images have paint on them—crude and offensive words either in or in the corner of each picture. "What the hell? We have to take this to the team." "N-no! I don't wanna cause any more problems." Y/N pleaded, but Emily ignored her. "Y/N, this is stalking. And let's be frank here, this could be Alex." Emily said firmly. Y/N nodded sadly, agreeing with her and crossing her arms. "Okay." When the team finished their case, Y/N and Emily were standing in the meeting room, the pictures and emails displayed along with the table with the email on the projector. "Hotch, we need your help." Emily and Y/N explained everything, the team consoling a hysterical Y/N. She couldn't believe this was happening. "Okay. We'll get him. Will you be able to testify?" Hotch asked her with a serious face. "If I have to, I will." Garcia found Alex and his place quickly, the team arresting him and finding multiple photos of Y/N. Then Court came. Y/N was eight months pregnant after months of going through the decision making. "Y/N, tell us what happened that day." Y/N lawyer, Xavier Sawyer, told her gently. She was having trouble not breaking down, having the man who ruined her watch her like a hungry hawk. "Well… I went to a party with my girlfriend. And she had to go because of work. I stayed because I wanted to make some friends. Alex came up to me and asked if he could buy me a drink. I told him no at first... but he persisted, and I wanted to be nice, so I accepted. The next thing I knew I was- I was naked, and he was zipping up his pants." "So, you're telling me you don't remember what happened?" Xavier asked. Y/N shook her head and bit her lip. "I remember his hands on me. I remember the pain." She told him; her words filled with anger. "Thank you, Ms. L/N. No further questions." Her lawyer sat down, unbuttoning his suit jacket and giving Y/N a soft, reassuring smile. Then it was Alex's attorneys turn to question her. Y/N's anxiety rose. She knew how these sharks could be. Hello, Ms. L/N. How are you today?" He asked. Y/N stared at him before uttering a small 'good.' "How much did you drink that night?" He asked her. Y/N looked slightly appalled, knowing this tactic from tv. "What?" "How much did you drink." He asked again, a little more forcefully. "I don't know, a few glasses of wine.' She answered. "would you call yourself drunk at that time?" he asked, raising a brow at her. "I think. Why does this matter?" "It matters because you could have consented. I mean, a drunk girl does a crazy thing when intoxicated." he chuckled, looking at the jury. "He knew I was with Emily." She seethed, talking through clenched teeth. "Well, what if you had second thoughts. Drunk actions are sober thoughts?" He told her. Y/N felt disgusted towards the man in front of her. "I was drugged." "And do you have that on file? Did you go to the doctor?" Y/N remained silent, knowing her reply will hurt her case. "Answer the question Ms. L/N." The judge spoke up, staring down at the girl. "No. I didn't," she spoke softly, looking away from everyone. "And why not?" He asked. Y/N let out a shaky breath. "I was ashamed." She admitted. "Ashamed of what?" "I'm a lesbian! I don't like men! You wouldn't understand the feeling of having your body defiled in the way I have. I feel disgusted over my own body! Why would I consent?! I was drugged." she blew up, tears rolling down her cheeks like hot lava. She sniffled and looked away once more, harshly wiping her eyes. "Ms. L/N... You're pregnant, right?" He asked the obvious question, making her scoff. She nodded her head, still not meeting his eyes. "And Mr. Prescott is the father, right?" Y/N nodded again, meeting Alex's smug smirk. "Objection! Relevance?" Xavier stood, trying to stop the questioning. "overruled. Get on with it." "I'm just saying. Shouldn't a father be able to see his child?" the realization hit her like a truck. They were going to try to do it. By the look on her face, the lawyer smirked and went to sit down. "No further questions." "I'd like to bring Mr. Prescott to the stand," Xavier spoke up. A police officer helped Y/N back to her chair as Alex was brought to where she was sitting only moments ago. It disgusted her; she couldn't listen any longer. So, she blocked it out and listened to the blood that rushed to her ears. ~~~ "Have you found your verdict?" The judge asked, turning her head towards them. The woman nodded, unfolding the paper in her hand. "On the accounts of stalking... we find the Alex Prescott... guilty. On the accounts of rape, we find him... not guilty, your honor." Y/N gave a hysterical shout, falling into her lawyer, who caught her and brought her into the backroom, Emily quickly following. "He can't do this to me!" She cried. "He can't get away with this!" Emily told Xavier. The man sighed, rubbing his chin in thought. Before he could speak, the judge walked in with a folder, a sad look in her eyes. "He's going to fight for custody." She informed them. Y/N felt faint, having to sit down on the chair behind her. "He can't do this. It's not his baby. It's mine." "I know. I'm so sorry." She spoke sadly, rubbing her shoulder and walking out of the room. Then Y/N had a beautiful baby boy names Atlas. He was in good health and was eating well. "Court is today. Do you think you can do it?" "I can. He's not going to get our baby. I won't allow it." She was angry, clenching her fists with tears in her eyes. Emily nodded, hugging her girlfriend tightly. "We'll get through this." Y/N nodded her head with a sharp intake of breath. "Let's do this." ~~~ The court case was hard on Y/N; Emily knew that. She had JJ watch over Atlas while they were there. Hotch, Spencer, and Derek were in the stands with her, anxiously waiting for the judge to tell them who won. "As much as I hate what you've done and how you treated Ms. L/N... you get supervised visitations once a week. I'm sorry." She told them, banging her gavel and standing her papers. "No!" Y/N cried, Xavier, escorting her out and outside. "I'll be happy to meet my son Y/N!" Alex spoke loudly, a grin on his face. The team was comforting her before Derek saw Alex trying to approach. "Walk away, man." He pushed a hand on his chest. Y/N caught his gaze, giving him a harsh glare before walking to the car. It was time for visitation, and Y/N still hasn't come. "Where is she, Emily?" Hotch asked, watching Alex get angry and yell at JJ and Spencer. "I don't know. She told me Atlas had a fever and is taking him to the ER." "That was hours ago." Emily shrugged, sending him a tearful look. "Where is she really, Prentiss?" He asked softly, turning to her so that no one could hear them. "Somewhere far away from here. Maybe... Bora Bora? Or Italy like we planned a trip to." She said sadly, not looking at Hotch as tears slipped down her cheeks. Y/N was gone.
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Noah
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Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Summary: Daryl Dixon always thought he wasn’t good enough for love. But one woman comes into his life and changes that.
Warnings: Major Angst, character death
AN: I cry way too hard with each death I swear-
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"Mama, when is Noah coming back? I wanna show him the comic books!" Connor asked, running up to me. I smiled down at him and ruffled his hair.
"They'll be back soon. I promise." I got down to his level as he hugged me, running off to find Carl.
"They're back," Rick told me after a few minutes of me being by myself. I was pacing. This run was dangerous.
"Okay." I followed the group to the gate, smiling as I saw Eugene. But my smile dropped as they rushed Tara to the infirmary. The look on Glenn's face and a beat-up Nicholas.
"Glenn... where's... where's Noah?" I asked. Everyone turned to me, sadness in their gaze. Tears filled my eyes as I clutched my stomach.
"No. No. Where is he?" I became hysterical. He was just a kid.
"Y/N." Glenn grabbed me, pulling me into a tight hug.
"God, no... Glenn, I'm so sorry." They were close; I saw them bond many times. I was shaking, angry at the loss of my friend.
"What am I going to tell Connor?" I asked, looking at everyone. Some let their eyes fall to the floor, and others gave me pained looks. Connor was very close to everyone in camp, especially the kids.
"Let's go home. Come on." Rick guided Glenn and me to the house; it was getting dark.
"Tell us what happened," Rick asked Glenn, kneeling over the man.
"I saw the grenades. I tried to stop him. He was going to run. But we made him stay. Couldn't get Aiden out of there without help. All he had to do was hold the door. But he panicked. Noah, I had him. I had his hand. I tried. I watched him die." Glenn spoke sadly with a blank face. I was crying silently.
"I almost left him out there. Could have told a story. What, you think I should have?" Glenn asked. I had a hand on his shoulder, sniffling as I consoled him.
"They don't know what they're doing. Any of them."
"We'll show them." Glenn countered.
"I don't know if they can see it. How things really are. I don't know if they can yet. They haven't caught up."
"We have to be here," I told him.
"We have to," Glenn said.
"Yeah, we do. But their rules, we don't answer to them." Rick told us; I shook my head.
"We are them, Rick. We are now." Glenn said firmly.
"Noah, he believed in this place. I'm telling you, we gotta make this work." Rick walked off on that note, me placing my head on Glenn's shoulder.
"I am... so sorry," I told him, fresh tears pricking my eyes.
"It's okay... I'll... I'll manage." He told me. I gave him a weak smile, nodding my head.
"Okay." I stood from my place next to him, walking into our house. Daryl was there waiting for me with Connor, who ran up to me with a big smile.
"They're back, right?" He asked excitedly, though it simmered down once he saw my red and puffy eyes.
"Baby... he's... Noah's gone." I told him, biting my lip once tears filled his eyes.
"No..."
"I'm sorry, Connor," Connor shouted and ran into my arms, hugging me tightly.
"Who am I gonna show my comics to now?" He wailed. My heart broke at his cries.
"Let's go to bed, okay." He nodded against me, Daryl not making a sound as he followed. The man rubbed my back, making me look at him with a pained expression.
Connor cried all night and all day. My sadness turned to anger, and that anger was unbearable. I told Daryl to stay with my son, who nodded and laid in our bed again.
"Tell me where he is," I told Spencer.
"Who? Nicholas?"
"Tell me where he is," I told him firmly, my face hot and red from my anger.
"He's at the gate on watch. Why?" I didn't answer him, walking towards the gate. Everyone moved out of my way, afraid of me. I didn't care, my tunnel vision focused on what I wanted.
"Hey, Nicholas!" I shouted. The man started to walk away; his face swollen from what Glenn did to him. I passed Glenn, who tried to stop me. I pushed his hands away, continuing my stride.
"Nicholas." The man started to walk away faster, but I caught him by the shirt. I punched him. Hard. He stumbled back as I did, almost falling to the floor.
"What the hell?!" He shouted, holding his split lip. I punched him again, holding his shirt in my fist.
"He was just a kid. Did you know that? Or are you too stupid and selfish to realize that?!" I punched him again, making him fall to the floor. He pushed me, making me fall as well. That just fueled my anger, making me get up and going to punch him again. I turned, finding a group of people gathering around. Rick was holding them back, not letting them interfere.
Deanna's husband came up, but he didn't stop me, just stared.
"Y/N, stop." Glenn and Maggie pulled me away, Maggie holding my cheeks.
"You're okay. It's okay." She touched my scraped cheek, making me wince.
"Let's get you to the infirmary," Glenn said. Everyone was glaring at either me or Nicholas, who was crying from pain.
I turned towards him, taking their arms off of me.
"If I ever see you near my son... I'll do worse," I promised, walking away with my friends. The Alexandrians looked scared, but I brushed off their fear.
"Mom, what happened?" Connor asked as I sat in the infirmary, watching Pete wrap up my bleeding knuckles. I glared at the man; Rick told me about him.
"Nothing bubs, just an altercation."
"I heard you kicked his ass."
"Connor! Don't swear."
"It's was Daryl said!" I chuckled, getting up once Pete was finished. I nodded in thanks, walking out with my son.
People looked at me like I grew two heads, but I didn't care. Deanna walked up to Connor and me, making me stop.
"What was that?" She asked.
"Just an altercation."
"It seemed as though you beat him up. Why?"
"He killed my friend. Was I supposed to let him go relatively unharmed?" I asked her, tilting my head to the side. Deanna sighed, shaking her head.
"You're a good woman. Just don't let this happen again." She warned. I nodded, going back to the house with Connor.
"Are you in trouble?" He asked. I shook my head. Deanna liked me too much to punish me.
"No, bubs. I'll be okay."
"Y/N. What the hell was that?" Daryl asked as I entered the room. I rolled my eyes.
"Like you wouldn't do the same." Daryl quieted at that, huffing and grabbing my hand.
"You hit him hard, huh?" He reached up to touch my cheek, the burn not as bad. Road rash sucked.
~~~
There was a crash, a loud one coming from the surgeon's home. Rick told me he was going to help the woman he's been pining after.
"Connor, stay here!" No one was able to watch him with Daryl being gone. I was not fond of it at all.
I ran outside to find Rick and Pete fighting in the middle of the road.
"Rick!" I shouted, helping Carl up from the ground. Rick wasn't stopping,
"Rick, stop it! Stop it now." Deanna instructed. Rick pulled out a gun when others approached, making everyone's heart drop.
"Oh god." It was Connor behind me, hiding behind my legs as he watched. I'll scold him later.
"Or what? You're gonna kick me out?"
"Put that gun down, Rick." He was panting heavily, still kneeling on the ground.
"You still don't get it. None of you do! We know what needs to be done, and we do it. We're the ones who live. You, you just sit and plan and hesitate. You pretend like you know when you don't." He was waving the gun around, making everyone on edge.
"You wish things weren't what they are. Well, you want to live? You want this place to stay standing? Your way of doing things is done. Things don't get better because you- you want them to. Starting right now, we have to live in the real world. We have to control who lives here."
"That's never been more clear to me than it is right now." Deanna seethed. This wasn't good. Rick was falling off the wagon again. It scared me a little.
"Me? Me? You- you mean- you mean me? Your way is gonna destroy this place. It's gonna get people killed. It's already gotten people killed. And I'm not gonna stand by and just let it happen. If you don't fight, you die. I'm not gonna stand by—" Michonne clocked him in the head, silencing his words. She looked at everyone's fearful gaze with panting breaths, an angry look in her eyes.
This wasn't good.
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Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Summary: Daryl Dixon always thought he wasn’t good enough for love. But one woman comes into his life and changes that.
Warnings: Fluff, angst
AN: this follows Daryl and his POV
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Daryl couldn't stand being inside any longer. He needed to get out. Leaving Y/N alone was hard enough; leaving Connor was even harder. The little boy woke up before his mother, looking at Daryl with confused eyes as he watched Daryl get ready.
"Where are you going?" He asked softly, whispering as not to wake his mother. She was sleeping soundly, looking peaceful for once.
"Going on a hunt." He told him simply.
"Can I come?"
"Nah, not without your mom's permission. Let her sleep. She needs it. You watch over her, tell her to go to Carol if she gets spooked." He explained. Connor nodded with determination, laying back down on Y/N's chest, who wrapped her arms around her son.
When Daryl got out, he had to stop and think, was this place right for them? He was an outsider, and they didn't trust him and Y/N. Her cautious nature was unnerving to them. What pricks. They've been through so much, and it's natural to be cautious. But they are so blocked from this world, living in fantasy land.
Then he heard rustling, humans.
"Come out! Now!" He gruffly shouted, pointing his crossbow at the noise. He watched as Aaron walk towards him, his arms raised. Daryl glared at him, letting his crossbow fall to his side.
"You can tell the difference between walkers and humans by sound?" Daryl continued to glare at him in response.
"Can you tell the difference between a good guy and a bad guy? Rick doesn't seem to be an expert at that." Aaron spoke.
"There ain't much of a difference, no more." Daryl spat out, motioning towards Aaron.
"That how you feel about your people?" Aaron cocked his head to the side in curiosity.
"Why you following me?" Daryl shouted, angry with the questions.
"I didn't know I was." The man shrugged, turning towards where he came from briefly.
"I came here to hunt rabbits. I know why you're out here. Mind if I join?" Daryl began to walk away, looking back at him.
"Keep up. And keep quiet." He told him harshly.
~~~
"You ride horses?" Aaron asked. The two tried to capture a horse they found, but it got spooked by walkers.
"I ride bikes," Daryl responded. As he walked, he grabbed trees, steadying himself on the rough terrain.
"I take it you don't mean 10-speeds. I know you're feeling like an outsider. You and Y/N. It's not your guys' fault, you know. Eric and I, we're still looked at as outsiders in a lot of ways. We've heard our fair share of well-meaning but hilariously offensive things from some otherwise really nice men and women. People are people. The more afraid they get, the more stupid they get. Fear shrinks the brain. They're scared of you and me for different reasons. They're less scared of me because they know me. It's less and less every day. So let them get to know you. Help them get to know Y/N and Connor. You guys should go to Deanna's party tonight." Aaron ranted. Daryl looked back at him every time he mentioned Y/N, a glare set on his face.
"I got nothing to prove. I met a lot of bad people out here, doing a lot of bad shit. We all have. They weren't afraid of nothing."
"Yeah, they were." Daryl looked back at him, his glare gone.
"Tell me... what is going on with you and Y/N? You don't have to tell me. I'm just curious."
"Why is everyone concerned with that?" Daryl asked, feeling vulnerable. He kind of liked Aaron, knowing he means well.
"You look at her in a way I've never seen anyone look at someone. She looks at you the same, you know. Connor looks at you with such admiration. Like you mean something to him. I don't know what you've been through. I don't know what she's been through. But it was enough to make a mother close herself off so much that she's afraid to let her walls down. I'll help you if you chose to go to the party. Bring her, help her get to know people. Help Connor get to know the other kids. You guys are safe. Help her see that." Daryl stopped his movements, looking back at Aaron with pursed lips. He was right, he knew that.
"I'll try."
~~~
"You left," Y/N said. She wasn't scolding him. She looked vulnerable, scared. It broke Daryl's heart to see her like that. Her hands were wrapped around her sides, Connor standing next to her.
"Did you go see Carol?" She nodded, biting her lip.
"I met someone. Her name is Olivia. Carol told me about her plan to open the latch." Daryl nodded, a soft smile reaching his features.
"How was it?" He asked.
"Mom went with me to get fresh air. We walked around a bit. Miss Olivia found us when we couldn't find our way back. This place is like a maze!" Connor said excitedly. Y/N smiled down at her son, making Daryl's heart flutter.
"That's good. I'm glad you got some air. You've been cooped up in this house for days." Y/N shrugged, acting as though it wasn't a big deal. She looked away from him, embarrassed.
"Yeah, well... I figured I should try. Eric kind of... convinced me." She admitted. Eric was a nice guy. So was Aaron. He could tell she was warming up to the place, only a little.
"That's good," Daryl said, placing a hand on her chin and ruffling Connor's hair.
"Hey, Connor. I got some comic books. Wanna join?" Carl came in, holding up books and motioning for the boy to join him.
"Mom, can I?"
"Of course! Just be careful." She told him, bending to his height and gently nudging him in Carl's direction. The older boy smiled at the mother, happy that Connor was actually going with him.
"Are you going to Deanna's party?" Daryl asked. Y/N shrugged her shoulders, looking away.
"I don't know. I think... I'll need a shower before I do anything like that... wanna join?" She asked with a smirk, slight seriousness laced in her tone. Daryl shrugged. He did. He wanted to. Not just to see her in that way, but to get a shower and not be alone.
"Really?"
"Why not?" She was smiling now, grabbing his hand and guiding him up the stairs. Daryl was blushing, embarrassed about his scars. What will she say? What if she hates them? Hates him?
"You okay? We don't have to." She told him gently, not wanting to push him to do something he didn't want to. But he did, so he nodded, taking off his boots and vest, placing them on the sink. Y/N smiled softly, brushing her greasy hair away from her face.
"Turn around..." she said, embarrassed of her own scars. What if he didn't like them? Daryl chuckled, turning away and stripping himself of his clothes. Y/N didn't watch him, quickly doing the same and getting in the shower. She turned away, starting the faucet and basking in the warm water.
"You can come in." She was facing away from him, her scars on display. She was scared, almost shaking in her fear. When he stepped in, his breath caught in his throat. The scars were like his. It eased him. Knowing she was like him. But it hurt his heart, the fact that's he was like him.
"Turn around. I'll wash your hair." She instructed. Daryl did as she said, turning around with anxiety. He heard her feet move in the sound of the water, her steps light as she approached him. He heard her breathing stop for a moment, a sad whimper leaving her lips.
"Oh, Daryl." She said sadly, running a hand gently over his scars. He jumped, leaning away from her touch. She then slowly wrapped her arms around his torso, a few stray tears leaving her closed eyes. She pressed against him, holding him tightly.
"I'm sorry."
"Me too. You shouldn't have had gone through that."
"You either." She didn't ask him what happened. But she knew. She knew the pain he felt. The feeling of a belt lashing her skin. Y/N sniffled, stepping away from him and grabbing the shampoo, running her hands through his tangled hair. Once it was smoothed out, she applied the shampoo and began to massage his head. He leaned into her hands, loving the feeling.
She let him rinse and wash his own body, trying around for him to do the same with her. They thought heavily while he washed her hair. What are they?
~~~
When they got out, the two were wrapped in towels, looking through the clothes. Y/N found new undergarments, quickly changing into them, Daryl finding the same. They turned towards one another, Y/N letting out a sigh.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
"Nah, you didn't." Y/N nodded in relief, a shy smile replacing her frown. Daryl found a new flannel and dark jeans. He placed his vest over the top; Y/N helped him with the buttons. It felt intimate, very much so.
Y/N found a plain black shirt and dark jeans. She placed her boots over the top, lacing them together. Daryl did the same, the pair sitting on the bed.
"Let's try. To go." Daryl nodded, getting up with her.
They were walking through the neighborhood, avoiding the party. They decided it was too much too fast.
"Daryl. Y/N. Hey." It was Aaron, emerging from his home and looking at the little family. Connor clutching his mom's hand.
"Thought you were going to that party over there," Daryl said, motioning towards the building.
"Oh, I was never going to go 'cause of Eric's ankle, thank god."
"Why the hell did you tell us to go then?"
"I said try, you guys did. It's a thought that counts thing."
"Alright." The three began to walk towards the hair, getting stopped by Aaron once more.
"Hey, you guys come in. Have some dinner. Come on, guys. It's some pretty serious spaghetti." Aaron jokes. Y/N smiled and nodded, pulling the two into the house.
"Come on. It'll be fun." Daryl could see that Y/N trusted the two, making Daryl nod.
Daryl was eating without etiquette, making Y/N and Connor laugh. Daryl glared playfully, sucking in the noodles with a grunt.
"Thanks."
"Yes. Thank you, guys. This is wonderful." Y/N spoke up as well, nudging her son to do the same, who muttered thanks with his mouth full.
"Mm, when you're out there if you happen to be in a store or something, Mrs. Neudermyer is really looking for a pasta maker. And we're all really trying to get her to shut up about it. I mean, we have crates of dried pasta in here, but she wants to make her own or something. I really think she just wants something to talk about, so...if you see one out on your travels, it would go a long way..." Aaron was giving his partner a look, telling him to shut up. The whole thing made Y/N giggle.
"We... we definitely will be on the lookout, Eric." The mother spoke up, smiling at the couple.
"I thought it was done... you didn't ask him yet?" Eric asked, making Aaron shake his head.
"Ask me what?" Y/N gave him an excited look. Eric showed her before the dinner. They walked into the garage, finding motorcycle parts on a table.
"When I got this place, there was that frame and some part and equipment. Whoever lived here built it." Aaron explained. Connor looked up at his mom excitedly, squeezing her hand.
"It's a lot of parts for one bike."
"Whenever I came across any parts out there, I brought them back. I didn't know what I'd need. I always thought I'd learn how to do it, but I get the feeling you already know what to do with it. And the thing is, you're going to need a bike." Daryl looked at Aaron with curiosity.
"Why?"
"I told Deanna not to give you a job because I think I have one for you. I'd like you to be Alexandra's other recruiter. I don't want Eric risking his life anymore." Aaron explained, hoping he would join.
"You want me risking mine, right?" Y/N didn't exactly like the idea. But she had to admit that he would be perfect for it.
"Yeah, because you know what you're doing. You're good out there. But you don't belong out there. I know it's hard getting used to people getting used to you. The three of you. And I understand right now you need to be out there sometimes. So do I. But the main reason why I want you to help me recruit is because you know the difference between a good person and a bad person." Y/N knew he was right. She smiled at Daryl when they locked eyes. He can do this, and she knows he could. Daryl nodded, pursing his lips.
"Yeah... I'll do it. Thanks. I'll get you some rabbits." Daryl joked, making Aaron laugh.
"Great."
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Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Summary: Daryl Dixon always thought he wasn’t good enough for love. But one woman comes into his life and changes that.
Warnings: Angst
AN: Sorry for taking so long! I was dealing with stuff <3
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"So, tell me about yourself."
"What am I to say?" Deanna took everyone in to do an interview, me and Connor being the last. I refused to leave him without me in this place.
"What is your full name?"
"Y/N, L/N. But I go by Y/N."
"What did you do before the world ended?"
"Why does this matter? Why does any of this matter?" I asked incredulously. Connor was lying in my lap, his head in the crook of my neck. He didn't want to look at her. I think I scared him when I told him how people are.
"Everything matters."
"You sound like Aaron." I bit. I didn't mean to be so rude, but I'm waiting for that ambush. For them to turn out to be bad people. For heads to be in tanks in her office. Or them getting their food source from other people. Or both.
"You're nervous. I get it. Trust me. I get it. You're in a strange new place. A place you've never seen anything like-" I scoffed softly, hugging Connor closer to me.
"What's his name?" She asked, gesturing to my son.
"Connor."
"Hi, Connor," Deanna said softly. He moved to look at her before turning back around, ducking his head into my chest.
"What have you been through?"
~~~
"She's been in there an hour," Daryl growled, pacing back and forth.
"We all were Daryl." Rosita sighed. Everyone was on edge, but Daryl more so. He didn't like how long Y/N was in there.
"I should check-"
"Daryl. Deanna won't hurt her." Aaron spoke up. He made sure the group stayed where they were as they all waited for her and her son to come back.
Connor was wrapped around Y/N like a koala when they exited the house. Daryl quickly checked her over for any injuries, rubbing Connor's back. Y/N nodded her head, telling him she was fine, but he saw the red and puffy eyes. The sad look on her face. He knew she'd been crying. Whatever happened in there made her break down. And he didn't like that.
"They're still your guns. You can check them out whenever you go beyond the wall." Dianna was telling everyone as they put their weapons onto a cart. Some people glared, some hesitated, others felt indifferent.
"But inside here, we store them for safety."
Not everyone knew Carol's plan. But Y/N did. They talked about it. She was going to act innocent if things went south and that she would have the upper hand. Y/N thought it was a good plan.
"Should have brought another bin." The woman carrying the cart stalked off, leading it back to where they store them.
"I'll show you the houses," Aaron spoke, leading us to the houses that we were staying at.
Y/N sat outside one of the houses, watching Daryl cut up the possum he caught. Connor was groaning in disgust, making her chuckle softly.
"You're gonna have to learn how to do this soon," Daryl spoke up, giving the boy a look.
"You look nice, Rick." The woman told him as he passed with Judith. He smiled down at Y/N in thanks, nodding at me.
"You can look. Just be quick." The man told his son. Connor looked up at Carl, not wanting to leave his mother's side.
"Do you wanna go, Connor?" Carl asked him, bending down to his level. Connor didn't respond, just laid back down onto Y/N's shoulder. Carl frowned, walking off with the mother giving him a sad look. She reached for his hand and caught it, squeezing him and in quick 'be careful.'
Daryl, Carol, and Rick stood in between the houses, Y/N going inside with Connor.
"They took our weapons, and now they're splitting us up," Rick spoke up, making Daryl nod.
"Yeah."
"We'll all be staying in the same house tonight."
"Daryl, you stay with Y/N. She seems a little unstable. You know how she can be when it comes to keeping Connor safe. We need her to seem calm and less cautious." Carol told Daryl, patting his shoulder as they dispersed.
~~~
I was sitting with Connor and Daryl, brushing out my son's hair with a brush I found in the bathroom. I haven't showered, I haven't even changed my clothes.
There was knocking in the door, everyone getting ready for an attack with shared glances. Rick went to open the door to find Deanna, who quickly tried to enter.
"Rick, I- wow." Rick groaned at her response to his clean face.
"I didn't know what was under there. Listen, I don't want to interrupt. I just wanted to stop by and see how you were all settling." She stopped, looking at us all together on the floor, couches, or standing.
"Oh my. Staying together. Smart."
"No one said we couldn't," Rick told her with a pointed look.
"You said you were a family. That's what you said. Absolutely amazing to me how people with completely different backgrounds and nothing in common can become that. Don't you think?" She asked. I looked at Daryl with a small smile. I kind of liked Deanna. After what I told her, I feel as though there was... something. She still gave me the creeps sometimes, though.
"Everybody says you gave them jobs."
"Mhm. Yeah. Part of this place. Looks like the communists won after all." She joked. I wanted to laugh, but part of me felt like I shouldn't, so instead, I played with Connor's hair and smiled down at him once he looked up. I kissed him on his forehead, making him giggle. Daryl looked at us with a ghost of a smile before turning serious again, watching the intruder who entered our new home.
"You get a job?" Rosita asked me. I shrugged my shoulders.
"I- I don't know. She told me what she wants me to be, but..." I shook my head, my brows furrowing. The woman rubbed my shoulders with a smile.
"It's okay." I nodded in response, swallowing the lump in my throat.
When we fell asleep, I was curled into Daryl, Connor, in between us. He was closer than usual, in a stance ready to spring up if he had to.
"They said explore, let's explore," Rick said as he saw Daryl, Connor, and I stirring on the floor.
"Nah, I'll stay," Daryl said, making me nod.
"I'll stay too..."
"Alright. Lori and me, we used to drive through neighborhoods like this. Thinking, "One day..." Rick told us.
"Well, here we are."
"We'll be back." Rick walked off on that note, going to explore himself.
"You okay?" I asked Daryl, playing with Connor's long hair. He needs a haircut. He could be mistaken for a girl at this point.
"I'm fine. Just... feels weird." Daryl admitted. I nodded at him, leaning my head onto his shoulder.
"You got that right. It's... so different. Schyler and I lived in houses like these... we... when we were fighting to stay alive... I would think, why can't we go back to normal. Well, normal is here. And I don't know if I like it." I told him, feeling him look down at me.
"Mom?" Connor asked.
"Yeah, bubs?"
"Are we gonna be safe here? Like the prison? Or is it like the bad place?"
"I don't- I don't know," I replied honestly. Daryl grunted, placing a hand on top of Connors, gaining his attention.
"We won't let nothing happen to you." He reassured.
"These people are nice. They seem to like it anyways. Maybe we should... try?" My statement was more of a question by the time I finished. I stood, pulling Connor with me. Daryl watched me stand before slowly coming with me. When I took a step out, I looked around; people were laughing and playing.
It was... too much.
I quickly turned to Daryl with scared eyes, making him place both hands on my neck gently.
"Let's do it another time."
"Yeah." We walked back up the steps, my hand in Daryl's. I saw Aaron watching us from his porch. I blushed, quickly looking away as we entered the house.
The next day, Connor was sleeping while I stayed outside with Daryl. He needed the sleep. He was crying all last night, making my heart squeeze at the thought of it. Carol came out of the house in a cardigan, making Daryl and I share a look.
"Time to punch the clock and make the casseroles."
"What?" Daryl's and I asked in unison, making me chuckle. I looked her up and down. She looked like a mom again.
"Make dinner for the older people- moms who need a break, people who can't cook. Get to meet a lot of neighbors that way." There it is—her plan. Daryl was messing with his crossbow as I nodded at the woman.
"Nice outfit." I joked. She gave me a playful glare.
"Says you, miss 'I refuse to change into these normal clothes.'" She mocked. I chuckled and pretended to reach over and slap her arm, causing her to chuckle as well.
"Alright." Daryl scoffed.
"Have you guys even taken a shower yet?"
"Mhm." We both hummed. She knew we were lying and shook her head. I felt a smile play on my lips, not helping our cases either.
"Take a shower. Both of you. I'm gonna wear that vest. We need to keep up appearances, even you guys." She began to walk down the steps while we watched, still chuckling softly.
"Nah. I'm not going to start now," Daryl spoke up.
"I'm gonna hose you down in your sleep. You to Y/N!"
"You look ridiculous." Daryl bit back, his own smile falling onto his features. Once Carol left, I turned to Daryl with crossed arms.
"I don't wanna play housewife. I don't- I don't think I can be what Deanna wants me to be." I confessed sadly. He nodded his head once he looked back to me, placing a hand onto my cheek.
"Hey. You don't gotta be. What did she ask you to do?" He asked curiously. I shook my head with shrugged shoulders.
"She wants me to be a teacher, but I- I just can't. Not now. Not yet." I told him, rubbing my arms up and down.
"Why not?"
"Back at the prison... being a teacher again... opening the art studio like Michonne asked... it was all something I really thought I could do. After Schyler, after what... happened, the prison was the only place I felt truly safe. And now we're here. In this... big place. It's scary. These people, I don't think most of them don't even know what it's like out there, what we have to do to survive. I'm better teaching my own child self-defense, not math."
"Yeah." Daryl nodded after my rant.
"Kids don't need that as much no more. They need to learn how to survive." He told me. I nodded, placing my hand above his that now rested on top of my jaw.
"Thank you."
~~~
There was a commotion near the gate, people from around Alexandria coming to see. It was Glenn, Tara, Noah, Nicholas, and another. Y/N furrowed her brows as she made eye contact with Noah, who simply shook his head.
"Say that again."
"No. Back off, Aiden." Tara spoke up, trying to break off the oncoming fight. Daryl and Y/N looked towards one another, getting ready to defend their friends. Aiden then pushed Glenn, making him stumble back. 'Oh, hell no.' Everyone in Y/N's group thought.
"Come on."
"Come on, man. Just take a step back." Noah told him, trying to intervene.
"Come on, tough guy." Aiden gave another push, Glenn's face getting angrier, his jaw ticking.
"No one's impressed, man. Walk away." Glenn warned.
"Aiden! What is going on?" It was Deanna, quickly walking up through the growing crowd.
"This guy got a problem with the way we do things," Aiden told Deanna, turning to her briefly.
"Why'd you let these people in?"
"Because we actually know what we're doing out there," Glenn answered. Aiden swung, causing Glenn to duck and hit back.
Aiden fell to the ground, Nicholas charging at Glenn. Daryl pushed Y/N behind him as he tackled the approaching man, pushing him to the floor.
"Daryl!" Y/N shouted after Rick came up, pulling him off of Nicholas.
"You wanna end up on your ass again?" Michonne asked Aiden, getting in his face slightly.
After Daryl let go of Nicholas, he began to pace. Rick sent Y/N a look, making her walk up and grab Daryl's arm to calm him down. He stopped pacing but continued to glare at the boy he attacked.
"I want everyone to hear me, okay? Rick and his people are part of this community now. In all ways as equals. Understood?" Deanna shouted. She glared at Aiden, who I presume is her son by the way she scolded him.
"Understood," Aiden responded with a smug grin.
"All of you, turn in your weapons. Then you two come talk to me." Everyone dispersed at that, save for part of Ricks group. Y/N stayed on Daryl, making sure he didn't pounce again.
Deanna asked Rick and Michonne to be their constable, the two agreeing after a beat of silence. Daryl scoffed, ripping his arm away from Y/N's grasp and stalking away. She sent everyone apologetic looks before following after him.
Carol and Y/N were in one of the houses while she cooked, Y/N basking in the smell.
"I remember, back at the prison... you asked me to cook because you heard me talking about it. Even though you were eavesdropping, I found it so endearing. That you cared."
"Of course I care. We're family." They were both chuckling, reminiscing in the memories.
"How are you?" Carol asked suddenly.
"I'm fine," Y/N answered quickly. She shook her head, sending her a fake smile. Carol gave her a look, making Y/N's shoulders deflate.
"I'm okay. Really. It's just... I've done so many things. Things I am not proud of. Things I've felt... that I'm not proud of. I don't deserve to do this. Connor does. But I scared him so bad about the people we've faced that he doesn't want to go out and meet anyone." The mother explained.
"Hey... we've all done something. But you're a good person and a good mother. Connor will come around." She reassured. Y/N shrugged her shoulders sadly.
"And if he doesn't?" There was silence after that, the two women not knowing what to say.
"He will. And so will you."
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Masterlist
Daryl Dixon
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Don’t Worry My Love
Summary: Daryl Dixon always thought he wasn’t good enough for love. But one woman comes into his life and changes that.
Warnings: gore, death, canon walking dead violence, slow burn, slight nsfw eventually, fluff eventually.
Chapter 1: The Child
Chapter 2: Is It Safe?
Chapter 3: BigSpot
Chapter 4: Infected
Chapter 5: The Run
Chapter 6: Sick
Chapter 7: I’m Better
Chapter 8: Living Dead
Chapter 9: Daryl
Chapter 10: Terminus
Chapter 11: Carol
Chapter 12: I Have a Church
Chapter 13: Suspicions
Chapter 14: Grady Memorial Hospital
Chapter 15: Beth
Chapter 16: The Times We’ve Shared
Chapter 17: The Safe Haven
Chapter 18: Alexandria
Chapter 19: Aaron’s Place
Chapter 20: Noah
Chapter 21: New Days
Chapter 22: Abraham
Chapter 23: Hi, Morgan
Chapter 24: Attack On Alexandria
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Oneshots
Secret Kisses
Summary: Daryl Dixon never was an affectionate person. He had his moments, in his own ways. And sometimes that meant sneaking away to have secret kisses.
Warnings: very fluffy
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Pain
Summary: when an Alexandrian dies, Daryl and reader get into a fight.
Warnings: this is sad. Full of angst. But I couldn’t help myself from giving it a happy ending. It’s a little short I apologize.
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Fido
Summary: You and your dog have been alone since the beginning. But what happens when a redneck comes across a little Fido calling for help?
Warning: TWD gore, cursing
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Bracelets
Summary: What happens when Daryl gets close to a certain newcomer?Warnings: Cursing, typical walking dead gore, fluff.
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The Biggest Regret
Summary: When reader begins to struggle with her ED and depression, Daryl comes to fix her broken pieces.
Warnings: heavy descriptions of depression, eating disorders and self harm, hurt/comfort
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Home 
Home Pt. 2
Summary: She didn’t know how much she needed him until he was taken by Negan. She just wanted to be home.
Warnings: Angst with fluff
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Rick Grimes
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The Nun
Summary: Father Gabriel had a nun who worked with him at the church. When a group of survivors comes to help Gabriel, she welcomes the new group with open arms.
Part 1
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A Way Out
Summary: A run gone wrong
Warnings: major angst, major character death, thoughts of suicide
Part 1
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When the Truth Comes Out
Summary: What happens when rick and the reader get trapped in a shed together?
Warnings: Reader says something controversial.
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Big Blue Eyes
Summary: What happens when the cautious new sheriff finds out his new friend has a medical condition she never told him about?
Warning: fluff! This is set in Alexandria, set in both yours and Ricks POV
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Natasha Romanov
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The Shadows That Find Us
Summary: In the darkest days, people find solace in light. But not one. Y/N found her peace in darkness. And HYDRA fed off of it. But one memory swipe too far led to the Avengers finding her, helping her, fixing her.... But only if they knew the nightmares they would unleash...
Warnings: heavy angst. Violence and some triggering themes that will be addressed in each chapter. Eventual fluff. Eventual nsfw.
Chapter 0: маленькая тень
Chapter 1: Mission Report: хитрая лиса
Chapter 2: Lost and Found
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Oneshots
Lamb
Summary: what happens when someone hurts Natasha’s precious Lamb
Warnings: super fluffy!
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Oh Baby
Summary: After many failed attempts to have a child with the love of your life, you fear that she might leave you.
Warnings: very angsty but the ending is cute. TW: miscarriage! Please don’t read if that triggers you or makes you uncomfortable.
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Emily Prentiss
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She
Summary: what happens when reader is forced to come out after being kidnapped?
Warnings: kidnapping, canon cm violence, fluff, a little angst
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The Tragedy
Summary: What happened when Emily find out Y/N’s dark secret?
Warnings: Major angst, no happy ending.
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Hannibal Lecter
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Pretty In Red
Summary: You’re one of Hannibal’s new patients. Only thing is, you both know what each other are. What will be done about that?
Warnings: gore, cannibalism, fluff if you squint
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Headcannons
Delta
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Secret Kisses
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Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Summary: Daryl Dixon never was an affectionate person. He had his moments, in his own ways. And sometimes that meant sneaking away to have secret kisses.
Warnings: very fluffy
An: Just a short cute fic, might make another part.
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Daryl watched her from afar as she talked to Rick. They were discussing the plans on the walls of Alexandria, getting ready to make the walls expand. She helped Abraham with the construction of the walls, a supervisor of how it should be. She was an architect, smart, witty, and Daryl loved her. Although, he was still afraid to show his love in public.
“Hey there.” Michonne walked up to him, chuckling when he didn’t take his eyes off her.
“Hm?”
“You’re like a lovesick puppy. It’s adorable.”
“Stop.” He scoffed, shaking his head, and turning towards his friend.
“I ain’t no puppy.”
“Mhm, sure. You stare at her like she gave you the world. It’s endearing. But very noticeable. I think she’s the only one who doesn’t see how much you love her.” Michonne was smirking as she nudged the man, teasing her friend.
“I don’t look at her no type of way.” He gruffly spoke. Michonne let out of bark of laughter, slapping his shoulder softly.
“Oh, come on. You’re in love with her! It’s very obvious.” Daryl shook his head at his friend. She was right, obviously. Michonne was always right, in her own way.
“Look, there she comes.” Michonne warned, nudging Daryl forward.
“Hey Daryl! Rick and I were having a chat about the walls. But I am exhausted. Let’s go home?” Her statement about home came out more like a question, seeing if he wanted to join her. Daryl nodded, moving from his spot next to Michonne. The woman waved them off with a smile, enjoying the way the couple looked at each other.
“So how was your day?” Y/N asked. She was the cheery one, the sunshine in Daryl's life. She wasn’t innocent by any means. None of them were. But in his eyes... she was pure, his everything, the love of his life. The term was strange for the burly man, love. He never thought he was good enough for it. Then Y/N weaseled her way into his heart, and here they are.
“It was good. Caught a buck.” Daryl wasn’t a talker. Though he was for her. He’d do anything for her.
“Good! I got to help Denise in the infirmary. It was fun. I love hanging out with her.”
Then Daryl did something unexpected. He linked his pinky finger with hers. He didn’t look at her, to hide to pink cheeks. Y/N almost stopped walking when she felt it before a shy smile took over her features.
“Good. I’m glad you had fun.” Daryl nodded, still not looking at his partner. When they made it to the house, Carol was standing on the porch, tending to a bucket filled with flowers.
“Hey guys.” She said with a wide smile. When she saw their conjoined hands, her smile turned into a smirk. Her expression made the two adults blush harder, Y/N turning her head away.
“Hi Carol.” Y/N muttered, glanced up at the woman for a moment before leading Daryl and her into the house. The two heard her chuckle behind them as the door closed, making them shake their heads.
“That was-!” She was surprised when lips met hers before the woman smiled into the kiss.
“What was that for?” She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. Daryl shrugged; his cheeks tinted pink.
“No reason.” He said quietly, closing in on her face and giving her a long kiss. Y/N smiled into it, loving the feeling. These moments don’t happen often, so she cherished them when they do.
“I love you.” She told him softly, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Love you too.” He placed his forehead against hers, sighing in content.
“Well, hello there.” The two heard, turning towards the stairs to find Maggie there. The couple quickly broke apart, coughing awkwardly as they did.
“Hey Maggie.” Y/N beamed, pretending that her cheeks weren’t on fire. She could tell Daryl was doing the same.
“Mornin.” Daryl acknowledged with a nod.
“I was just looking for you two... sorry to uh, interrupt.” She had a grin on her face, making the two blush harder.
“Oh, hush Maggie.” Y/N waved her off, shaking her head. Maggie chuckled at them, covering her mouth with the back of his hand to hide her smile. Maggie did love seeing her friends so happy, but she couldn’t help but tease. Before any more words were uttered, Daryl spoke up.
“What did you need us for?”
“Oh right. There’s I run I need you both on. The town nearby hasn’t been checked yet and you’re our best runners with Glenn.” The two nodded, following Maggie outside. Daryl slung his crossbow over his shoulder as it was sitting on the porch. As they passed Carol, she gave Y/N a knowing glance, as though she watched the exchange. Y/N sent her a playful glare, waving her off.
“Let’s get this going then.”
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