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Georgia, Georgia - Chapter 1 - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Pre-apocalypse!Daryl Dixon x fem!reader - Floating!AU

Summary: Highly inspired by the movie Floating that Norman Reedus was in when he was young. Y/N and Daryl are two young adults living in their hometown in Georgia. In their childhood, a lot opposed them, but now, as Y/N's life plans are put to a stop by tragedy, their lives intertwine.

A/N: Here is the first chapter! I rewatched Floating for this and it got me sad again. I guess I picture Daryl as he Norman looks in the movie since they're pretty young Daryl's like 20/21 and reader 19. But obvi you can picture him however you want. I don't mention anything particular about his looks in this chapter.

Warnings: none

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You entered the diner, the cool air saving you from the Georgian summer heat. You greeted your colleagues, walking through the kitchen, before setting your bag underneath the counter.

“ -Oh my, is Y/N Y/L/N late?

-Hello to you too, Rachel.

-Late by ten full minutes nonetheless!” You chuckled at Rachel’s teasing

“ -I had a late start this morning. I picked up an extra shift at the bar last night.

- Ever the hard worker, Y/N.

- Well, it’s not like I have much choice.”

You’d been working full-time at the diner and had started working at the bar part-time for the last six months. You needed as much money as you could to support yourself and your father. It was still early, and the diner was fairly quiet, but when the lunch rush started you didn't have a minute to catch your breath.

" -Hello, what can I get for you today?

-Hi Y/N,” You looked up from your notepad to be met by Mark and his friends. God, they were the last people you wanted to see right now.

“ -Hi Mark, what can I get for you guys?

-We’ll have four cheeseburgers, two cokes, and two iced teas.

-Sure, it’ll be ready in a minute.” You were about to leave when Mark spoke again.

“ -So, you work at the diner, uh?” You gestured around yourself, pointing out the obvious,

-Yeah, I do.

-It's been a while since we’ve seen each other, we should party sometime.

-I don't know, I’m kinda busy right now.” Mark chuckled,

“ -Well, I don’t mean right now, of course, but someday. While we’re all here on summer vacation.” Not wanting to waste more of your time you gave Mark a small smile paired with a non-committal response.

Mark always acted like you were friends. Growing up in a small town like that, everybody knew everybody else. There was only one school, making it hard to avoid somebody you didn’t like.

You had gotten used to not seeing anybody that you knew from school, now that they’d all gone off to college, but with the summer holiday starting they were all trickling back in and you had already been confronted with all the awkward small talk and catching up. You weren’t embarrassed that you hadn’t been able to go to college, disappointed, sure. But not embarrassed. However, you knew that your old classmates didn’t see it that way. You didn’t care, you did what you had to.

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It was already well past noon when Daryl woke up. His head was hurting from the strong Georgia sun that filtered through his thin, tattered curtains. Daryl groaned as he got up to the bathroom. He took a shower and brushed his teeth, cleaning off yesterday’s sweat, dirt, and alcohol. In the living room, Merle was sprawled out on the couch, beer bottles and drugs littered the ground, the TV still on. Daryl walked past the mess and headed out.

The heat beat down on him as he rode to the diner. Luckily for him, at this time of day the diner was nearly empty. He walked in and sat at his usual booth. Looking over to the counter he saw you chatting with Rachel, when you took notice of him you shot him a quick smile, picking up the coffee pot and a mug before walking over to him.

“- Hey, Daryl” You greeted him, setting the mug down and pouring him some coffee, “The usual?

-Ya. Please.” You nodded and walked away, calling out his order to the kitchen before resuming your chat with Rachel.

Daryl and you knew each other, in the same way, that everybody else knew everybody in this town. Despite Daryl being a year older, since he’d gotten held back you'd ended up in the same classes a couple of times in middle school and high school. However, since you didn’t have any friends in common you hadn’t ever really gotten to know each other. But now, ever since you’d started working at the bar, you’d gotten to see Daryl and his brother Merle a lot more since they were regulars. Daryl had even started coming by the diner a lot more.

“ - There you go,” You set down the plate of food in front of Daryl,

“ - Thanks,

- How are you feeling after last night?” You quipped and Daryl blushed, embarrassed that you’d also noted his excessive drinking the night prior.

“ - Head hurts, mostly.

- Yeah, I’m not surprised.” You chuckled, “Well, if you’re gonna go to the bar tonight try to take it easy, alright?”

Since seeing Daryl regularly in your work life, you’d gotten used to chatting with him whenever you could. He was more reserved than his brother, but you knew he could be just as reckless and brazen, having witnessed a few bar brawls that confirmed the hot temper often attributed to the brothers. Still, you quite enjoyed his presence and the little chats you shared.

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For the past year, your life could be resumed as work, eat, sleep. During the day you worked at the diner, and every other night you worked at the bar, picking up extra shifts here and there whenever you could. When you weren’t working, you relaxed at home and spent time with your dad. However, now was not the time for relaxation. You had just gotten back from the diner and were getting ready for the bar.

“ -Okay dad, I’m leaving. There’s dinner ready for you in the fridge, all you have to do is heat it up.” Your father was at the table, concentrating on his figurines, he only let out a grunt acknowledging you.

You walked out into the evening air and got into your car, driving to the bar. Beery’s was an old run-down bar where all the town's bad apples conglomerated for alcohol, pool, football, and fights. Despite its reputation, it wasn’t the worst place to work at. Your boss was nice and if you didn’t count the catcall and unwelcome comments the clientele wasn’t that bad. A few hours into your shift, Daryl and Merle walked in, taking their usual seats at the bar.

“ -Hey beautiful,

-Hi, Merle. Hi Daryl," You shot a quick smile at the younger brother.

“ -When am I gonna have the chance to take you home, huh, sweetheart?

-I don’t think that’s ever gonna happen.

-Don’t know, 'bout that. Think I’ll wear you out.”

Merle was a shameless flirt and you’d gotten used to his regular advances. You served them their drinks before resuming your work, unknowing of Daryl’s eyes following you. However, his stare did not go unnoticed by his brother who nudged him with his elbow.

“ -Ya gonna sit and stare or ya gonna take her home, brotha?” Daryl looked back down at his beer, lightly shoving Merle.

“ -Shut up.

-If ya ain’t gonna, I will. S’all I’m saying.” Daryl scoffed,

“ -As if.”

The rest of the night passed calmly. It was past one am when you finished your shift. You got into the car, it felt good to have some peace and quiet after being in the loud bar for so long. You were exhausted and your feet were hurting from standing all day, you couldn’t wait to just get into your bed. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be so lucky, halfway home your car started letting out white smoke before abruptly stopping. Cursing, you got out of the car, looking for any visible damages. You thought about looking under the hood but considering you had no knowledge of mechanics that would be useless. That left you stranded in the middle of the road.

You contemplated your options, your father was a no-go, maybe you could call Rachel. And of course, as luck would have it your phone was dead. Fuck, you’d forgotten to charge it while you were at the bar. The only option left was for you to walk home. You just hoped you wouldn’t run into any trouble. Just as you started walking you heard the roar of a motorcycle approaching. Fuck, you thought. The motorcycle stooped.

“ -Y/N?” You stopped and turned, recognizing the voice,

“ -Daryl? Hey,

- What’re you doing?

-My car broke down.” You gestured to your car a few feet away. “My phone’s down. I was about to walk home.

-Well you ain't afraid of anythin, huh?” You chuckled, “I can take a look if you want?

- Yeah, thanks.” Daryl set the crutch of his bike down and you walked over to your car. You popped the hood and Daryl turned on his phone’s flashlight, inspecting your car’s engine. “Yeah, your engine’s overheated.

-Is there anything we can do?

-I mean I could fix it. But I don’t suppose you have a tool kit with ya, d’ya?

-Yeah, no.” You both stood there staring at your failing engine. Daryl was wringing his hands.

“ -I could give you a ride back. Come back tomorrow and fix it." Daryl looked at you, your eyes burning into his he found himself fumbling. "Or you know you could call someone from m’phone.” He rushed out, scratching at the back of his head.

“ -A ride would be great. Thanks, Daryl, but you don’t have to fix it. I could just call a mechanic.

-Don’t, you’d be wasting money. I’ll do it. S’no problem.

-Well, okay then. Thanks a lot, Daryl.” Daryl nodded, closing the hood of your car. You locked it back up and walked over to his bike.

“ -So, no helmet, huh? Isn’t that dangerous?” you quipped, and Daryl snorted.

“ -There ain’t much to protect in there” he joked knocking on his head,

“ -Bullshit. Who’s gonna fix my car if you get your brain mushed in an accident?” You got on the bike. Wrapping your arms around Daryl's sturdy frame. And Daryl was glad you couldn't see the red that rushed to his cheeks.

“ -Y’good?

- Yeah.

- Hang tight.”

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The bike died down in front of your house, your tight grip around Daryl loosening as you climbed off the bike.

“ -Thanks a lot Daryl, you really saved me.

-S’nothing.” Daryl shrugged, looking down at his hands. “Listen, I-I could pick you up. Tomorrow. Ride to the car fix it, y’could drive it home.

-Yeah, that’d be great. I finish at five if that’s good with you?

-Ya. S'good.

-Alright. Have a good night, Daryl. Drive safe!”

You walked back into your house, Daryl watching you. It’s only once you got in and the door closed behind you that he drove off.

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zooeyishidinginthecorner · 1 year

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cw: a little angsty. hurt/comfort. 18+ plus [sexual situations, mention of scars and child abuse, daryl has body image issues :((]

a/n: ummm this was supposed to be a cute little blurb. maybe 4-5 paragraphs. it became this angsty mess tho </3

thinking about how daryl never takes his shirt off during sex bc he doesn't want you to see or feel his scars </3 he thinks you'll be disgusted by him, that you'll think he's damaged goods. maybe you never want to touch him ever again. maybe you'll never want him to touch you again.

and at first you don't even realise he's doing it because you don't have the privacy or the time to get fully naked. most of your hook ups consist of quickly scurrying off your jeans and underwear to your knees. if it's summer you might get to lower the straps of your tank top to free your boobs. but being so out in the open, so defenceless, doesn't allow for complete stripping.

it's not until alexandria that you start to notice the fact that you're always naked and daryl always keeps his shirt on. sometimes his vest, too. you don't ask though, wouldn't ever pressure him into doing anything he's not comfortable with. you guess he might have his reasons.

until one time when he's buried so deep inside you that you just might lose your mind so you grip his shoulders to keep some of your sanity. and he keeps thrusting, keeps hitting that spot and god, you want him even closer. you don't want him to move an inch away from you. so your hand slips. down to his waist, where his shirt rode up just a little. and he's so warm. so you keep touching him, hand spread open as it moves up to his shoulder and that's when you feel it— the raised, jagged skin.

and the size of it is not even small to have been from an accident or a fight. it throws you off completely. "daryl, what's that?"

he's tense above you. "nothin'," he grunts and nearly slaps your hand away from his back. he pins both of your wrists above your head and thrusts again, hoping that he might be able to make you forget about it.

"daryl—" you gasp when you feel the spongy tip of his cock nearly in the back of your throat from how deep he's fucking you.

"it's nothin', don't worry about it."

"but—"

"jesus, i said it's nothing, woman!" he nearly screams at you. he pulls out completely and looks for his jeans, quickly getting dressed. "that so hard for ya to understand, huh? need me to spell it out for ya?"

"no," you say quietly, looking for some of your own clothes to cover up a little. "i just want to know if—"

his boots slam down on the hardwood floor as he finishes tying the laces. "there's nothing to know!"

you know daryl would never, ever hurt you. still, you can't help but freeze at how loud he's being.

the room is completely silent for the first time in an hour. daryl watches as you stand there in just your panties and tank top, right next to the soft bed, and use the tip of the nail on your pinky finger to pull at the skin around your thumb. he swallows down his shame. "i'm going out," he states and walks out of the room.

you let him go, knowing that he's feeling caged in right now. that his emotions are too big for him sometimes and he needs to get out because he might explode from the sheer size and weight of his anger. it's almost like little daryl was never taught how to process his emotions safely, how to avoid reacting with rage at the first sign of a confrontation.

it's late at night when he sneaks back into the community. if you had to guess, the front door opens at around 11pm. you hear him take off his boots and pad to the living room, where you're sitting cross-legged on the couch with a book laying on your legs.

he's dirty, that's your first observation, but when is he not? he takes his crossbow off and places it on the coffee table then holds a string of 3 three dead squirrels and a single rabbit with his whole fist. "brought dinner," he says.

you look at the pot of cold spaghetti on the stove. you might be able to cook the rabbit and then reheat the pasta in the oven. when you look back at him, daryl is shifting his weight from one leg to another, clearly uncomfortable with the tense silence.

you close the book and stand. "you wanna skin the rabbit?"

he nods. you touch his shoulder in passing and offer him a comforting smile. he follows you into the kitchen and gets to work with his knife, quickly cutting the best pieces of meat on the chopping board and storing the remaining bits he knows you won't eat in a tupper that he'll put on the fridge for another day.

you eat in silence. daryl practically swallows the entire plate in under 10 minutes, sauce splashing into his shirt and all over his face. a light orange hue tints the area around his mouth.

you wash the dishes in silence. you brush your teeth in silence. you get ready for bed in silence. you're about to turn the lights off and go to sleep with your back facing him when he finally speaks. "it was my dad."

he's not looking at you as he talks. instead, he stares at a random spot on the wall in front of him. "he drank a lot, y'know? used, too. didn't matter if it was pot or cocaine or heroin. anythin' he could get his hands on. sometimes he'd be in a real good mood 'n he would take merle and i out for ice-cream. other times... most times," he corrects himself, "he'd be real pissed off. he'd lock me up in a room, no food, no water, and let me out the next day." he gives you a melancholic smile. "s'how i learned how to hunt— had to eat somehow. taught myself how to shoot. found some survival books at the public library that said a lot of useful shit."

he sits up, back facing you completely, and takes his shirt off. you cover your mouth in shock at the sight. three scars in the shape of an 'x' cover most of his shoulderblades. there's others too, smaller only in comparison to the huge ones, littered across his lower back. tentatively, you reach forward and trace the shapes, the puckered skin somehow very soft to the touch.

"when he was really mad, though, he'd use his belt and just... hit." he takes a shuddering breath and rubs his face with his hands, feeling a little wetness around his eyes. "anyway, this ain't even the worst he's done. merle had it worse. spent a lot of time alone with him before i was born and even after he'd try to get him to leave me alone. tried to protect me," he laughs like the sheer idea of someone wanting to keep him out of harm's way is ridiculous.

you scoot forward and hug him sideways. you gently turn his face to you, thumb rubbing soothingly on his chin. "i'm sorry, daryl."

"s'not your fault," he says immediately.

"that's not what i meant. i meant," you pet his head and look him in the eye, "i'm sorry for what happened to you. you didn't deserve any of it, you were just a kid. merle too," you add, knowing how important his brother was to him, even after everything. you kiss his sun-spotted shoulder. "it wasn’t your fault.”

he swallows down the lump in his throat. “i know.”

you keep stroking his hair. “is that why you never took your shirt off? because of the scars?”

“yeah.”

“why, baby?” you whisper incredulously. he shrugs one shoulder. “were you embarrassed? scared i’d say something?“ he is still for a few seconds, almost like he’s considering telling the truth, but ends up shrugging anyway. you know you hit the nail, though.

you shift and sit on his lap, holding his face with both hands so you can look him in the eyes. "those scars... they only show how brave and strong and resilient you are. they're part of you. and you're beautiful, dayl." you kiss him once. "i love every inch of you, including those scars, even though i hate the reason you have them in the first place."

his eyes gleam with tears. they gather in his waterline and he tries his best to keep them away. one manages to stream down his cheek. you brush it away. "it's okay to cry."

almost like he was waiting for your permition, daryl breaks down in a second. he hides his face in your chest, wetting your skin with salt streams. his shoulders shake so much with the force of his sobs that he ends up shaking you, too, caged inside his arms that circle around your waist. there's nothing else for you to do but hold him, allowing him to process his pain for perhaps the first time in decades.

it takes him minutes to calm down. half an hour maybe. when his sobs subside and his hold relaxes, you kiss the top of his head and lay him down on the bed with you. while he's usually the one who holds you at night, this time you are the one holding him. you fall asleep like that: with daryl's face tucked in your chest, your fingers combing through his long hair, nails scratching idly at his scalp.

when you wake up in the morning there's no sign of daryl. you go downstairs, following the sounds of a pan hitting the stove with a little too much force and daryl's loud curse. stepping into the kitchen, you see him, shirtless, throwing away the egg he attempted to crack. you can't help but giggle quietly in amusement— he always underestimates his strength and ends up breaking the entire shell instead of creating a crack big enough to let the gooey egg fall onto the pan.

"morning," you greet, picking up another egg and breaking it for him. the pan sizzles.

his smile is crooked. a little shy. "mornin', sunshine."

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zooeyishidinginthecorner · 1 year

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The Best Thing That's Ever Been Mine - Pre-apocalypse!Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader - Floating!AU

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Summary: Highly inspired by the movie Floating that Norman Reedus was in when he was young. Y/N and Daryl are two young adults living in their hometown in Georgia. In their childhood a lot opposed them, but now , as Y/N's life plans are put to a stop by tragedy, their lives intertwine.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 (coming soon)

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zooeyishidinginthecorner · 1 year

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Georgia, Georgia - Chapter 1 - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Pre-apocalypse!Daryl Dixon x fem!reader - Floating!AU

Warnings: none

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You entered the diner, the cool air saving you from the Georgian summer heat. You greeted your colleagues, walking through the kitchen, before setting your bag underneath the counter.

“ -Oh my, is Y/N Y/L/N late?

-Hello to you too, Rachel.

-Late by ten full minutes nonetheless!” You chuckled at Rachel’s teasing

“ -I had a late start this morning. I picked up an extra shift at the bar last night.

- Ever the hard worker, Y/N.

- Well, it’s not like I have much choice.”

" -Hello, what can I get for you today?

-Hi Y/N,” You looked up from your notepad to be met by Mark and his friends. God, they were the last people you wanted to see right now.

“ -Hi Mark, what can I get for you guys?

-We’ll have four cheeseburgers, two cokes, and two iced teas.

-Sure, it’ll be ready in a minute.” You were about to leave when Mark spoke again.

“ -So, you work at the diner, uh?” You gestured around yourself, pointing out the obvious,

-Yeah, I do.

-It's been a while since we’ve seen each other, we should party sometime.

-I don't know, I’m kinda busy right now.” Mark chuckled,

Mark always acted like you were friends. Growing up in a small town like that, everybody knew everybody else. There was only one school, making it hard to avoid somebody you didn’t like.

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“- Hey, Daryl” You greeted him, setting the mug down and pouring him some coffee, “The usual?

-Ya. Please.” You nodded and walked away, calling out his order to the kitchen before resuming your chat with Rachel.

“ - There you go,” You set down the plate of food in front of Daryl,

“ - Thanks,

- How are you feeling after last night?” You quipped and Daryl blushed, embarrassed that you’d also noted his excessive drinking the night prior.

“ - Head hurts, mostly.

- Yeah, I’m not surprised.” You chuckled, “Well, if you’re gonna go to the bar tonight try to take it easy, alright?”

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“ -Hey beautiful,

-Hi, Merle. Hi Daryl," You shot a quick smile at the younger brother.

“ -When am I gonna have the chance to take you home, huh, sweetheart?

-I don’t think that’s ever gonna happen.

-Don’t know, 'bout that. Think I’ll wear you out.”

“ -Ya gonna sit and stare or ya gonna take her home, brotha?” Daryl looked back down at his beer, lightly shoving Merle.

“ -Shut up.

-If ya ain’t gonna, I will. S’all I’m saying.” Daryl scoffed,

“ -As if.”

“ -Y/N?” You stopped and turned, recognizing the voice,

“ -Daryl? Hey,

- What’re you doing?

-My car broke down.” You gestured to your car a few feet away. “My phone’s down. I was about to walk home.

-Well you ain't afraid of anythin, huh?” You chuckled, “I can take a look if you want?

-Is there anything we can do?

-I mean I could fix it. But I don’t suppose you have a tool kit with ya, d’ya?

-Yeah, no.” You both stood there staring at your failing engine. Daryl was wringing his hands.

“ -A ride would be great. Thanks, Daryl, but you don’t have to fix it. I could just call a mechanic.

-Don’t, you’d be wasting money. I’ll do it. S’no problem.

-Well, okay then. Thanks a lot, Daryl.” Daryl nodded, closing the hood of your car. You locked it back up and walked over to his bike.

“ -So, no helmet, huh? Isn’t that dangerous?” you quipped, and Daryl snorted.

“ -There ain’t much to protect in there” he joked knocking on his head,

“ -Y’good?

- Yeah.

- Hang tight.”

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The bike died down in front of your house, your tight grip around Daryl loosening as you climbed off the bike.

“ -Thanks a lot Daryl, you really saved me.

-S’nothing.” Daryl shrugged, looking down at his hands. “Listen, I-I could pick you up. Tomorrow. Ride to the car fix it, y’could drive it home.

-Yeah, that’d be great. I finish at five if that’s good with you?

-Ya. S'good.

-Alright. Have a good night, Daryl. Drive safe!”

You walked back into your house, Daryl watching you. It’s only once you got in and the door closed behind you that he drove off.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Don't hesitate to let me know what you think! Any feedback is appreciated!

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