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close to home | chapter seventy five

plot: Daryl breaks a promise, and the reader goes after him

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 4,050 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: I've been on such a reading kick lately

The following days were a blur. After your panic attack, Daryl kept an eye on you. After your delirium from the waves of fighting walkers passed, you joined in with the rest of the community. You were doing better. And you were sure it was because of Daryl picking you over the community, even though it made you feel guilty.

Despite the days moving quickly, they were long. Lydia was attacked, and Margo was accidentally killed by Negan. You and Daryl thought Negan was right but couldn’t do anything about it. Then the Whisperers attacked Hilltop, though there wasn’t any real proof. And Michonne took off with Judith to assist them. You stayed back to watch over RJ. Eugene left too after what happened with Rosita--which she happily told you while you and she hung out with your daughters.

Daryl went with Carol to look for Alpha’s horde, which you fought him every step of the way. But you needed to know about the horde, and he promised he would stay on your side of the border. You believed him until they came back with a Whisperer. You wanted to throw him off a cliff for lying to you, but when you found out it was all Carol, your anger dissipated. You knew she wasn't in a good place. You’d found the pills.

But then the Whisperer died. And then Siddiq was killed by Dante, and you and Daryl sat with Josie the entire night. He’d helped deliver her. If Dante wasn’t already dead, you would’ve killed him yourself for ever touching Josie.

Then, a freak named Mary showed up and told Alexandria where the horde was if she got to see Earle’s son. And Lydia went missing after something happened with Carol. And if all that wasn’t the worst of it, finding Daryl’s note was.

Gonna end this. I’m sorry. I love you. Don’t come looking for me.

Well, you did exactly that.

***

“You stupid son of a bitch,” You nearly yelled, throwing your bow down beside the fire. You didn’t care that you had an audience or the surprised--and then very angry--look that crossed your husband's features.

“What the hell are ya doin’ here?”

“You taught me how to track, dumbass! Don’t you think I know how to track you, of all people?” You seethed. Your bag was heavy on your shoulders, and you dropped it. “You didn’t think I would come after you? Do you have any idea how stupid this is?”

Daryl grabbed your arm and pulled you a good fifteen feet away from the small camp, and you pulled your arm free after a few seconds.

“Who has Josie?”

“Rosita.” You glared. “Why, Daryl? After everything that’s happened the past few days.”

“‘Cause I can’ stand lookin’ at ya during all this shit. I can’ stand knowin’ ya lookin’ over ya shoulder for Alpha. I want her dead.”

You crossed your arms. “I want her dead too, but you don’t just walk out like that. How would you like it if I did that?”

“I’d drag ya back by ya ass if ya did.”

“Exactly. We’re a team, Daryl. Since the beginning. Since the damn night we met and we fought our way back to my safehouse. I don’t appreciate this.”

Daryl sighed angrily. “Well, ya here now. Exactly where I didn’ want ya.”

“Josie needs her father.”

“She needs her mother, too.”

Your hard glare dropped. “She needs both of us, Daryl.”

His own anger seemed to deflate, and he nodded slowly. “‘M sorry. Just want this over.”

“I know. So do I. But we work better together, and you know that. So let’s find this mother fucking horde and get home to our daughter.”

Daryl shook his head, but it wasn’t like he had any other choice. “Can’ believe ya fuckin’ followed me out here.” He swung his arm around your shoulder and kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes at the embrace.

“Well, next time don’t be such a dumbass and I won’t have to.”

***

The next day, you found the valley that the horde was supposed to be in. But it was empty, and you didn’t know if you were happy about it or pissed off. Everyone seemed to be the latter, but it wasn’t something you had to worry about this exact second.

You’d only walked about a mile before you came across a river, and Daryl thought Lydia would’ve followed it. You were set to keep following him when you turned back and noticed Carol had stopped by a tree. You inwardly sighed--you couldn’t keep up with her lately, no matter how hard you tried to be there for her.

“Carol, let’s go,” You called out to her. You knew Daryl was behind you when you felt his hand brush against your backside.

“You guys go ahead. I’ll meet you.”

“We should stay together,” You said, but she was already walking toward a small field about twenty yards away.

You glanced at Daryl, sharing an exhausted expression, and followed after her. When she started running, you looped your bow over your shoulder and picked up the pace, a train of obscenities being muttered under your breath.

You were breathless when you came to a trench, a few dead walkers on the ground. Daryl was fighting off a few walkers, and he looked at you for only a second. “Go, get her ass outta there!”

Magna pushed you forward, and you jumped into the trench and pulled yourself out of it, running toward the opening toward whatever structure was ahead. You were going to kill Carol.

It was dark and much cooler in the structure than it was outside, and you paused beside Magna momentarily. But then you heard Carol scream and you quickly ran after her.

“Carol!” You yelled.

“Oh, shit,” Magna cursed, grabbing onto your arm. The weight of her body pulled you forward, and your feet slipped.

You screamed as you dropped a good ten feet, landing on rock. You didn’t have time to focus on your vision before your body rolled. You tasted blood in your mouth as you fell from another ledge and landed harshly on the rock below. You heard your friends landing around you as well.

“Mother fucker,” You cursed, spitting out blood as you rolled over onto your side. Your back ached, and your lip was bleeding from where you must’ve bitten down on it.

“Are you okay?”

You glanced at Carol, who was dusting her shirt off. She helped you up as you replied, “Just peachy.”

You heard your name echoing from above, and you thanked God that Daryl was still up there. “Daryl, don’t come down--.”

You cringed as you heard your husband fall and took a step back when you saw him come down. He landed with a groan, and you were immediately kneeling by his side. “You alright?”

“Ya bleedin’,” He said, using his thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth.

“I’m okay,” You said, standing and helping him to his feet.

You set your hands on your waist as you looked around the cave, trying your best to ignore the groans of walkers below you. You cursed under your breath and grabbed Daryl’s hand as Jerry yelled for everyone’s attention. You looked over to where he pointed, and that was when you saw Alpha.

Your breath hitched in your throat as memories of the barn filled you, and you took a step backward. Daryl squeezed your hand and pulled you closer to him. You could’ve sworn you could feel the tip of her knife dragging across your arms again.

There was a lump in your throat as you looked back at Daryl. “Just take a breath.” He told you.

Nodding, you did as he asked and looked back to where Alpha was, but she was gone. You took another deep breath and looked at Aaron, who was against the wall you fell from.

“Okay, maybe we can get back up,” Aaron said. “If we can get one of you women up there…”

It was a no-go. They tried to lift each and every one of you, but none of you could get a grip. Besides, the wall beyond that was too high.

So you grabbed Daryl’s flashlight and looked around for any other way out of the damn cave. Water was running in from somewhere, and Daryl and Aaron were discussing how to get out of there. You noticed a chain of boulders that looked close enough to jump to, and they stretched across to the other side.

“Shine the light for me over there for me,” You handed the flashlight to Daryl.

“What are ya thinkin’?” Daryl asked but shined where you pointed.

You didn’t reply and took a few steps back. Without a word, you ran the few steps to the ledge and jumped. Daryl immediately yelled after you as you landed on the first boulder, your knees buckling under the weight of your bag and weapon. But your boots were steady, and you stood straight up.

“(Y/N), are you crazy?” Carol yelled.

“Yeah, but she on to somethin’,” Daryl said. He pointed the light to the rock in front of you, and you took a deep breath, steadying yourself before you jumped again.

You climbed around the formation, feeling wisps of fingertips touching your boots and back legs. But they couldn’t grab you. You glanced back at Daryl, who was following closely behind you. You looked back at the ground, who were all looking a little unsure.

You kept moving, getting to the next boulder. It was there that you paused and took a deep breath and turned when Daryl called your name. He tossed you the flashlight, and you caught it one-handed, shining the light so he could get to you.

“Knew I called ya crazy woman for a reason,” Daryl said when he was standing beside you. His arms were on either side of you, effectively pinning you to the boulder so there wasn’t a chance you’d fall or slip.

“Gotta keep our relationship interesting, huh?” You gently teased, though you were sweating profusely and wanted to bang your head against the rock itself. “Starting to wish I never found your note, though.”

“One more jump, baby girl. Let me go first. I can help ya,” Daryl said.

You wanted to roll your eyes and tell him that you’d been perfectly fine, but you knew he was only doing it because he loved you and because he was scared for you. So you shined the light onto the cave wall, with just enough room to jump onto.

When he was on the other side, you tossed him the light and then jumped yourself. His arms were around your waist, and he pulled you tightly against his chest. You could feel his hands shaking as he urged you forward while he waited to help everyone else.

You watched from a safer place as the rest of the group slowly made their way to the other side, and then you sighed with relief when everyone was over safely. Then you followed Daryl through a tunnel, your hand gripping tightly to the back of his vest.

When you reached a larger area, Daryl dug out his matches and handed you a few. While he told Connie to keep everyone, you lit the match and walked slowly, trying to find a cross breeze.

You tuned out the conversation happening behind you as you glanced at Daryl. You paused momentarily, admiring his form and the pull of his arms as he held up the match. Shaking your head, you turned around and got back to work.

“Pst.”

You walked over to Daryl and watched the flame find wind. You smiled and looked up at him. “Nice job, sexy.”

Daryl grunted and put the match out. “Nice thinkin’ with the jumpin’. Gonna have to curse ya out later for it, though.”

You stood on your toes to give him a quick and private--thanks to the boulders--kiss. “You’re welcome for saving your life for the thousandth time.”

***

About an hour later, you sat against a rock wall with your heavy head on Daryl’s shoulder. A half-empty skin of water lay between you two, and you had long since intertwined your fingers.

Daryl’s thumb was absentmindedly rubbing against your hand while he chewed on his other thumb, and no matter how many times you swatted it away, it was there again in a few minutes.

“So,” You whispered low enough so nobody would hear. “Ever wanna do it in a cave?”

Daryl snorted.

“We could find some dark corner,” You teased.

“Ya ain’ quiet enough, darlin’.”

You smiled and squeezed his hand momentarily before kissing his shoulder. You looked up in time to see Carol headed toward you. “I’ll let you two talk,” You said. You knew very well of the tension between them since everything happened with Lydia and just in general. She hadn’t been the same since she got off the boat, and you knew Daryl was missing his friend.

Carol smiled as you passed her, and you walked over to where Jerry was sitting. You smiled widely despite how tired, hot, and sweaty you were. “Jerry, my main squeeze,” You collapsed beside him, setting your bow aside. “How are you holding up?”

The two of you murmured, swapping stories of your children. It was the only thing that kept you from falling apart. Getting back to Josie. You would be damned if you let anything keep you from seeing your daughter.

You’d just settled into a nice silence when you heard Magna screaming ‘skins’. You were on your feet immediately, grabbing your bow and getting an arrow ready. With hardly any light in the cave system, your fingers twitched in anticipation as you followed Jerry toward Magna.

Rounding the corner, you only had a second to see Magna fighting off a freak when another one dropped before you. They swung their arm at you, and you jumped backward, dropping your bow in favor of the machete at your hip. You ducked underneath their next swing and drove your knife up into their stomach, lifting it as high as you could. Then, with a swift pull, you yanked it to the side.

Warm guts hit your boots, and the freak dropped dead just in time for another one to approach you. Before they could make the first move, a knife embedded itself in the back of their skull, and when the body fell, Daryl grabbed your arm and handed you your bow.

In the distance, you could see the last of the freaks running off. You nodded your head toward it, and Daryl yelled for everyone to follow.

You ran for a good few minutes before you lost the figures, and everyone around you needed to stop. You took a deep breath and wiped your sweat from your forehead. You lowered your bow and slung it over your shoulder.

When Jerry found an arrow, you all decided to follow it. If freaks got in, then you could get out. So you followed the arrows until you reached a gap in the wall, and Daryl picked up their trail. You watched anxiously as your husband walked through the tight funnel, and you kept an arrow in your bow in case something happened.

After a few minutes, he gave the signal, and you were the first one to follow him. You fit through the tunnel easily and caught up to Daryl within thirty seconds. You grabbed the back of his vest again until he reached behind you and took your hand in his.

***

“How ya doin’?”

“Oh, I’m just snug as a bug,” You retorted, pulling your body forward in a painful army crawl. You could feel your jeans rip over a particularly sharp rock, and you bit your lip to stifle a colorful choice of words.

You focused on the light above you and the bottoms of Daryl’s boots. It was the only thing keeping you from freaking out. You weren’t claustrophobic by any means, but the idea of being sandwiched between tons of rock and who knows how far underground made you want to cry.

Still, you were doing better than Carol.

You wanted to cry with happiness when you saw Daryl pull himself out of a hole and then shine his flashlight toward you. “Hand up ya bow first. Gonna be a tight fit.”

“That’s what she said,” You laughed humorlessly as you struggled to get the bow off you and then send it up toward your husband. You could just barely make out the glare he sent you, and then you actually did laugh.

His hands wrapped around your wrists, and he helped pull you the rest of the way out. When your feet were on the ground and you were finally standing upright, you threw your arms around him and kissed him.

When you parted, you grabbed your bow. “Don’t act like you don’t like my jokes.”

“Ya got jokes all damn day, every day, since the damn prison.” He replied, shining the light back into the hole, where you could see Kelly slowly making her way.

You smiled and leaned against the rock, reaching out to pinch his ass. Daryl jumped and smacked your hand away, which made you laugh.

“Can’ ya ever take anythin’ seriously?”

Your smile widened, and you shook your head. “Gotta try and keep my mind off of our impending deaths for a little while.”

“Ya ain’ dyin’. ‘M gettin’ us home to Josie.”

***

When the tunnels led you all to an old mining setup, and after you found Alpha’s horde, you sighed with relief. It meant that there was an exit. And you’d see the sky soon.

So when Daryl found the sun streaming through the ground above you, everyone jumped at once to start clearing a path to dig out of there. But nothing made you more nervous than Kelly finding dynamite, and you prayed that nothing bad would happen.

“Ya seen Carol?”

You looked up from the pile of rocks you and Connie were moving, and you shook your head. “I thought she was with you guys.”

“‘Mma look for her, ya stay here and keep workin’.”

You hesitated but nodded. She couldn’t have gone off far, and Daryl wouldn’t leave you for long. So after he squeezed your forearm, he went to find her.

You’d only been working with Connie for a few more minutes before you heard an explosion, and everything around you started to shake. Dirt fell into your eyes, and you cursed loudly, stumbling backward before someone grabbed you. Fingers worked at your eyes, and when you opened them, you saw Connie signing to you.

Are you okay?

Yes.

“Come on!”

You grabbed your flashlight and shined down the tunnel where Daryl had gone, but you couldn’t see a damn thing. “Son of a bitch,” You muttered before you walked forward.

An arm wrapped around yours, and you were pulled back by Magna and Connie. “What are you doing?”

“They could be hurt,” You stressed. “I’m not leaving my husband down here or Carol.” You pulled your arm away from Magna’s and took off. You knew they followed you by the sound of their boots, but you didn’t stop.

When you saw the glow of a lantern, you nearly cried and ran up to Daryl and Carol; the ladder hurt. You wrapped an arm around her waist and helped Daryl get her back to where your exit was.

“Aaron and Kelly, we got freaks up there!” Jerry strained as he tried to keep the post up.

“You need to go up first. She can’t climb out!” You yelled to Daryl. When you saw the hesitation on his face, you yelled louder, “Go, dammit! You need to pull her out.”

Dirt was spilling from everywhere, and you coughed loudly as you pushed Carol up. She struggled, and Magna had to help you push her until Daryl had her.

As you strained, you saw movement in the distance. “Freaks!” You yelled.

You heard Magna curse loudly. You glanced at the hole above your head, where you could see Daryl getting Carol out. Then you looked at Jerry, who was struggling with holding the post.

You took a deep breath and wrapped your hand around your machete. Then you ran after Magna, toward the freaks.

There was barely any light, and you struggled as dirt continued to rain down on you. But you could see figures, and you swiped your machete at each one. Tears burned your eyes from the dirt, and you felt warm blood spray on your face.

“Get out of here!” Magna screamed.

You saw her go down, and you quickly stabbed one of the freaks in the head before running over to her. Connie was struggling toward you, weapons raised. But she was signing something you couldn’t see, and you helped Magna.

The ground shook before you heard the explosion. The ceiling was coming down, and wooden beams were falling. You couldn’t see Magna or Connie through the cloud of dirt. The last thing you heard was the sound of Magna’s screams.

***

Daryl squinted in the sunlight as he dragged Carol’s body backward. She was nearly unconscious, and Daryl knelt down for a moment, shaking her head. When her eyes blinked slowly, and she nodded, he took a second to look for you before he stood up and ran back over to the hole in the ground.

“(Y/N)?” He yelled, watching Aaron pull someone up from the hole. His stomach twisted in a knot when he saw it was Jerry he was pulling up. “Where’s (Y/N)? Why didn’ ya send her up first?” He yelled as Aaron helped get Jerry out.

The ground started shaking, and Daryl’s eyes widened as he realized what it was. “(Y/N)!” He made a beeline for the open hole.

“Daryl!” Aaron yelled, throwing himself against Daryl’s body and sending them rolling down the hill.

Shards of rock blasted up from the ground and rained around the group. Daryl covered his head as he struggled against Aaron. When the ground settled, and Aaron let him go, his knees went weak.

“No!” He screamed, running toward the pile of rocks. “(Y/N)!” He climbed over the debris, and when he saw the cratered hole the explosion left, when he knew the roof had collapsed, he sank down to his knees to dig through the debris.

He could barely hear Kelly crying; he could barely hear himself crying and grunting with the weight of each rock he threw as he dug.

“Daryl…”

“We gotta dig!” He yelled. “She’s down there, we gotta get her out.”

“Daryl… it’ll take us a week to dig this.”

“Then help me!” Daryl screamed. “That’s my fuckin’ wife down there.”

“We can’t,” Kelly yelled through thick tears. “This blast is going to call walkers and Whisperers from a hundred miles from here. We don’t want our backs pressed up against this mountain when they come. We can’t save them if we’re dead!”

Daryl stared at the pile of rocks as tears fell from his eyes. You couldn’t be dead. You couldn’t be dead. He repeated it over and over in his head. And then his grief, his desperation, turned into white, hot rage.

He walked away slowly and looked at Carol.

“Go ahead and say it to me. I deserve it.” Carol cried.

Daryl’s mind couldn’t even think of a response. All he could see was red. All he could feel was a level of anger that he’d never experienced before.

“Just say it to me,” Carol said. “That’s (Y/N) down there. Our (Y/N). Your (Y/N). Just say it.”

He could see the desperation on her face. The guilt. The self-hatred. His jaw quivered in anger as he thought about you down there, about you being dead.

And then he found his voice.

“If she dead, it’s on you,” He stressed. “And you will be dead to me.”

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retroellie · 1 year

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The Weight of the World

Summary: the horrors of the world are once again nipping at you, decisions that could lead to deaths lay upon your shoulders. Daryl wants to cheer you up in the way he knows you love.

A/N: I know it’s late but I wanted to post another Daryl fic because I’m a whore for him :) This is kinda sloppy and I made in like 2 hours on very little sleep so hey :) enjoy <3

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of torture (regular twd things) , dirty talk, unprotected sex

Word count: 3.7K

This week has been exhausting, mentally and physically. Your body felt as though someone had piled pounds of bricks on top of you, all the while scratching at your bruised skin. It was draining you of your emotions and ability to function. The whisperers were gaining on Alexandria, the threat of the hoard being released floating over everyone’s heads. This caused panic and worry, the walls wouldn’t be able to withhold them and the people inside couldn’t fight them off.

This led to everyone in the council, you and daryl included, to make some hard decisions. Everyone that ran the town was on their toes at all times, always looking for answers to every problem that threatened the town you called home. These problems led to you having to take care of alphas daughter, trying to hunt down Negan and now you even had a whisper tied up underneath your home. You were barely getting any sleep, barely eating and you had no time to spend with Daryl which meant your relationship wasn’t doing the best.

Obviously Daryl understood this, he was also dealing with shit and didn’t have time to do anything for himself. With trying to locate the hoard as well as trying to keep Carol from killing everyone, he had his hands full. The way this was affecting you hurt him though, seeing your exhausted eyes, all red and puffy all the while you were trying to come up with a plan to hunt down negan… it pained him. He was used to having so much on his plate that this didn’t affect him too harshly, he could go days without sleep and only live in crackers but you weren’t like him.

He tried to tell you to get some sleep and even tried to force some food down your throat but you didn’t have time. He just let you take your time because that’s all he could do, is wait for you to realize that none of this shit mattered. You would always find a way to get everything back to it, it always worked out for y’all so Daryl wasn’t too worried about you going sleepless and hungry for too long.

For now though you trudged up the stairs to your shared home with Daryl and Carol, or pretty much everyone who came and went a lot. You were exhausted and honestly disgusted at what you just did. Before this moment you had watched carol beat the ever living fuck out of a whisperer and you even got a few punches in there. This didn’t feel like you, you weren’t the type yo torture someone and you were even the one who was strongly against it. Well that’s until the man started talking, he gave strong details about what he’d do to you if he was a free man and found you in the woods.

You were mad, you couldn’t help but lay him flat on his ass and maybe you even took a few fingers with you. But right now though, you told Lydia to make herself at home. You made her comfortable in your guest bed room, giving her blankets and towels for if she wanted to wash up. After that though you walked downstairs to the basement to yours and Daryl’s shared room.

When you stepped foot into the room you saw Daryl, he was unpacking his backpack, setting his crossbow and bows down. You stared at him for a minute, wondering what he was thinking. He did just see you torture a man, well a man that was talking about sexually assaulting his girlfriend. Daryl has done things he’s not proud of, he has seen the dark underbelly of people but what was he thinking about his “innocent '' little girlfriend doing those same things.

You shook your head, walking towards the coach and plopping down. You laid your head back, trying to stretch out your stiff muscles and shake the exhaustion off tired bones. You sighed, putting your feet up on top of the coffee table as you shut your eyes for a split moment.

“You need sleep.” You heard Daryl say, not turning around to look at you.

You looked over at him, seeing him mess with his backpack. You rolled your eyes slightly, you hated when he said that. It was maybe the 30th time you had heard those words come out of his mouth and everytime it annoyed you. I mean how could you rest when everything, the fate of Alexandria, the protecting of your friends, the capturing of the man who killed your friends, was all on your shoulders.

“Yeah…” was all you said, you didn’t feel like protesting.

You sat up, starting to untie your shoes. They were muddy and covered in blood. Come to think of it, you were covered in blood. The whisperer's blood still streaked your clothes, still fresh but it was starting to dry on your skin. You quickly took off your boots, not wanting to think of the horrors you just did and just wanting to lie on this couch with no worries, if that was even possible. When you succeed with pulling your shoes off you stand up once more, pulling off your bloody sweater.

You lifted it up to see all the blood had stained it, still bright red and standing to attention. You rolled your eyes, throwing it over to the dirty clothes basket and then making your way to the dresser that sat right next to the table Daryl stood at. You dug through the drawers, trying to find another shirt you could wear.

Daryl couldn’t help but watch as you dug through the drawers, watching your bra covered breast heave up and down. He knew it was wrong of him, seeing you in such a distressed state and getting all hot but he couldn’t help it. While you both were neglecting your relationship, your sex life hadn't been much better. So the slight glimpse of your unclothed body would send Daryl in a mood of wanting your touch.

You found a shirt, a clean band tee that you’ve had forever now and you stood in the mirror that laid against the wall. You could see yourself in your entirety now. The blood had stained through your clothes and onto your stomach along with your chest but also you had new bruises forming which added onto the pain of your exhaustion. You didn’t even hear or see Daryl sneak up behind you, you were too focused on your blood soaked body right now.

He had crept his hands around your waist, being careful as to not press too hard onto your newly formed bruises. You jumped slightly before remembering he was in the room with you, then you melted back into him.

“Even all bloody and smelly, you’re still the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen..” he whispered, taking one hand and moving your hair from your neck.

You chuckled as his lips attached to your neck softly. He kissed the spots that made you nothing but putty in his hands, your eyes closed slowly as he did wonders with his lips. His hands gripped onto your hips softly, rubbing soft circles on your skin. He tried to be careful with your fragile body, knowing you could take anything that comes your way but wanting to be the one thing that made you feel like you didn’t have to try.

His lips attached to your neck, biting down lightly on the spot that made you gasp. You pressed yourself into him, your ass grazing his hardening cock. He let out a soft groan, biting down harder onto your soft skin. One of his hands made their way up to your breasts, needing one of them in his hands gently. This caused you to throw your head back onto his shoulder, moaning softly at the sudden touch.

He sucked harder on your skin, your reaction fueling his actions. You couldn’t deny how touch starved you were, how weak in the knees you had gotten when seeing Daryl in his button up shirts, all sweaty and dirt streaked his face. This was hell to you, not being able to be with him every day. It ate you up inside and Daryl knew it, there just wasn’t enough time. It was either you were gone or he was gone or Gabriel asked you to do this or Carol asked Daryl to do that… it was never ending. Moments like this you basked in them, you soaked them up and right now you were going to take it.

“What you did to that man…” he spoke in between his kisses.

The hand in your hip lowered down to the top of your jeans, unbuttoning them slowly. His actions were drawn out, going as slow as he could to take in the moment with you.

“Seein’ you like that… so angry and aggressive” he continued.

He unzipped your fly, giving you feather-like kisses on your skin now. His fingers danced above your panties, teasingly slow as you grabbed onto his hand that was continuing his movement on your boob. Your body had turned burning hot and he was the only one that could cool you down now.

“I think that might’ve been the hottest thing I had ever seen you do…” he admitted, slipping his fingers into your panties before teasing your slit.

Daryl watched you from a far as you beat the living hell out of the whisperer, watching him beg for you to stop as you put the blade against his throat. You were angry, you hadn’t been this angry in a long time and the anger just kept building up until you couldn’t handle it anymore. He watched as your arms flexed every time you threw a punch, making the blush on his face more noticeable. He was so in love with you, with everything you did even something so disgusting like what you were doing.

You’re finger dug into his hand, practically begging him to touch you without even saying anything. He chuckled lowly, giving you everything you wanted and more. He shoved two fingers in you without hesitation, making you gasp out into the air. The feeling of the delicious stretch blurred your senses, leaning more on Daryl than you already had been. It had been so long since you two have had such an intimate moment like this, weeks maybe a month at most. The stress of it all really affects your desire for intimacy but your love never dulled.

You bucked your hips against Daryl’s fingers, your wetness already making a mess out of them. It didn’t take you long to become a quivering mess, your moans trying to escape your mouth but being swallowed back down. You were embarrassed at your sensitivity, you were well respected around town for being so high headed but all it took was Daryl’s fingers to show what you really are… a needy little whore.

“Come on honey… don’t hold up on me now.” He whispered in your ear, biting your lobe lightly.

Daryl curled his fingers in a rough way, grazing your g-spot.You bit your lip harder, not wanting the two girls who were just above you to hear what was happening just below them. Daryl grinned at you, knowing exactly what he was doing. He sped up his movements, thrusting his fingers deep inside of you before curling them to graze your spot again before continuing to thrust deeper inside.

Your body felt like it was on fire, your blood streaked skin turning bright red and your face had a small sheet of sweat that coated it. You wanted more of Daryl … no not wanted, you needed it. You could cum with just his fingers now but you wanted all of him inside you, you wanted to feel him so deep inside you that all the horrible things that man said to you were far gone and all you could think about was how good Daryl’s cock felt inside you. You were nobody’s bitch but Daryl’s, no matter if you admired it or not.

“Daryl… please.. just fuck me… SHIT.” You yelled out at a particular delicious angle that Daryl hit.

Daryl didn’t hesitate to your surprise, with his fingers still deep inside you, he walked you over to the desk that he was once sitting on and slammed you on top of it. You felt your bruises as he did so but it felt so good, you didn’t mind it.

“Dirty slut… so needy for my cock” Daryl hissed, taking his fingers out of you and quickly shoving them in your mouth.

It took you a minute to register what was happening, your body still aching from injury but when his fingers hit your tongue and you could taste your own juices… you sucked them clean. Daryl’s free hand grabbed your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail so he could pull you up to watch as you sucked on his fingers.

“You like that hmmm..???” He teased, shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth until they reached the back of your throat. “You like when I treat you like the whore you are hmm… so cock starved for me?”

You licked every crevice of his fingers, loving the taste of yourself mixed with Daryl’s flesh and all Daryl could do was watch you. He subconsciously rubbed against your ass, getting insanely hard just watching you. You moved your head to the side, looking at him with puppy dog eyes. He took his now clean fingers out of your mouth, watching as a single piece of your saliva connected the two.

“I just want you inside me Daryl!!” You started bucking your hips back onto his hard cock. “Please, I’ll do anything!! Just please fuck me until I can’t stand, in anyway you want too just please!! I want you!!” You pleaded

You sounded pathetic you know but you were desperate for him. You have wanted him so badly for weeks now, the sexual frustration building up until just now when all you can think about is him rearranging your insides. Daryl grinned, pulling on your hair tighter. He thought about all the ways he was going to make you suffer tonight, thinking about how he’d fuck you silly until everyone in the whole town could hear and he couldn’t wait to make his thoughts a reality. Daryl moved his hand down to your pants, ripping them off your legs and then started to remove his own.

“You're gonna wish you never begged me hun…” he said, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down. “Because I ain’t going to hold back…”

Daryl moved his hand from your hair to your neck, wrapping his hand around your neck before tightening his grip. He lined himself up to you, teasing your entrance slowly, getting his cock nice and wet so he could fuck you nice and smooth.

“Gonna fuck you until your just a cock dumb whore…” he whispered, putting small amounts of pressure on your neck.

You bucked your hips back at him, wanting him inside you already and he was going to give you what you wanted. He shoved himself in you quickly, feeling your velvety walls along the way could make him cum just then. He held himself back from going at an animalistic pace, trying to allow you to adjust to him since it had been a couple weeks. You swore you could feel your eyes go cross eyed, he was in you so deep right off the bat.

He stayed there for a moment until he couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to fill you up, he needed to fuck you until you couldn’t think straight. He pulled himself almost all the way out before ramming into you nice and deep once again. He kept his slow deep pace for only minutes until his hips began to have a mind of their own and started thrusting into you wildly.

His hand on your throat, the table digging into your hips, his cock filling you… it was enough to send you off of earth completely. You couldn’t stop the moans escaping your mouth this time, they fell out of your lips like honey and Daryl basked in them, they only encouraged his movements.

“God…you’re so fuckin’ tight…” he spit out, his free hand exploring your body, making their way to your bra that had somehow still been on.

He grabbed at one of your boobs, feeling the soft flesh beneath his fingers as he played with it. This sent you to overdrive, you were so close to an orgasm and Daryl knew too but he had no intentions of stopping. He only sped up his actions, fucking you at such a fast pace you were cumming in mere seconds after that.

The orgasm ran through your body, leaving you shaking and unable to stand properly. Daryl kept his pace, only slowly down when you clenched around him tightly, making sure you were okay but then keeping up with his same pace before. You didn’t want him to stop, even after orgasming once you still craved the feeling of him filling you to the brim.

His hand on your neck tightened more once again but this time he brought you up, pulling your flush against his front. Brought you into a kiss, a sloppy wet kiss that had no real rhythm to it. Teeth masked, tongues collided and lips were bitten. Daryl’s hand on your boob hooked around the cup of your bra, pulling them down along with the straps.

“Lemme see those tits hmm…” he hummed in between a kiss.

Your tits bounced free which caused Daryl’s attention to be turned to them. The way they bounced every thrust made Daryl feral, he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled out of your for only a split second, taking the time to flip you over onto your back and placing you on top of the table.

Your reaction was delayed due to your post orgasm brain fog but also you being on the verge of yet another orgasm. Daryl spread your legs as far as he could, spread you out so deliciously for him and than he went right back to fucking you. Your head cocked back, resting on the wall as your face was stuck in a look of pure pleasure.

“Daryl! Please.... FUCK... cum inside me....” you screamed out, wrapping your legs around his waist basically pinning him inside you.

Daryl thrusted harder and harder, his hips becoming more wild as he came closer to his orgasm. You pulled him closer to you, kiss him roughly as you pulled his dark locks. You were so close to your second orgasm when Daryl came deep inside of you, his cum filling you up so nicely. Daryl’s hips slowed but still continued to fuck himself through his own orgasm while also brining your closer to your own . You bucked your hips into his as your brain was once again taken by a earth shattering orgasm that almost knocked you clean out.

You felt Daryl twitch inside you as you came, his orgasm wiping him out as well. He stayed close to you as you saw stars, his hand rubbing your back softly and comfortably. You were shaking violently underneath him, his cum along with yours mixed onto the table and created a sticky mess. You two stayed silent for a minute or two, taking in the stillness of the room.

It was moments like this that you would choose over anything. Moments so intimate yet so filthy, it was pure heaven to you. Daryl felt the same, he would give anything just to be able to be in this moment forever. You comfortably stroked Daryl’s back with your fingernails, pulling him close to you.

“I missed you…” Daryl whispered

You had been here this whole time, you guys never left each other’s side… you had made an agreement not too a long time ago when you first met in Atlanta. Daryl couldn’t explain the way he missed you though, you were there but you weren’t THERE to him. Only a stressed out shell of what you used to be. He can’t blame you, you’ve been through a lot these last couple of months and he’s been with you through it all.

“I’ve been here the entire time dar…” you spoke, voice worn and almost gone.

“No I mean.. I missed YOU… I missed the Y/N I have always known.” He explained

He didn’t mean that in a mean way but he just knew that this world changed you into a person you weren’t and he could start to see it happen to you. The shy little book reading girl you once were was disappearing and being replaced by this emotionless woman. He loves you for every version you were but he wanted to see the real you and not the one the world has forced you to turn into.

“Well… you Daryl Dixon, are the only one who can ever bring me back to earth…” you stated. “And that’s why I’m so pathetically in love with you.”

Daryl smiled, pulling you into a long kiss that this time felt more romantic and less sloppy. You knew the decisions you still had yet to make were just right out your door but for now you would like to bask in this moment with your lover. You could worry about the horrors of the world later, it can wait and it can be put in pause so you can make this night yours.

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zombiewhor3 · 10 months

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HER BOOK

fem reader x negan smith

WARNINGS: implications of character death, marriage, the whispers, flash backs to the saviours.

she walked down the concrete stairs and into the cell where he was sitting, he was reading a book.

his fingers flipping to the next page when he was done with his current, but the sound of shuffling was what caught his attention.

To which he folded the page he rested at and closed the book, gently placing it in his lap he looked up to see her pulling a chair to his bars.

the chair was just a foot away from where he was left locked up, she stood in front of the bars slipping a bottle of water and some food to him.

she sat down and watched as he started to eat some of the food that was on his tray,

he took a bite of the apple first before starting his main course of steamed vegetables.

She sat back in the chair and said nothing, instead she watched him eat, she watched as he opened the bottle and began to drink.

most people would find this a boring task, having to watch a prisoner eat while taking his ever so sweet time, but she didn't mind.

down here it was silent, she couldn't hear the growling of zombies or the sound of people explaining fighting tactics against the walkers that had started to whisper in the woods

but yet again down here was like a pit, a pit with nothing but her and a criminal, a criminal that still remained her husband.

"you enjoying yourself?" He asked as he wiped his hands clean with a rag, with her disassociation she must've missed the fact he finished his meal and slid out the tray to her.

She picked up the tray and set it by the side of her chair, she hadn't said anything but remained quiet, which was somewhat unusual.

"talk" he spoke and could see as she flicked her eyes up to look at him, he was laying on his bed.

His feet crossed over one another while his head was propped up from his hands underneath it.

"we have a new issue, a new threat to handle"

she replied and could see him raise his brows a little, curious as to what or who it could be they were fighting with now.

"the walkers, they started talking, whispering"

even when she said it aloud it sounded so surreal, walkers couldn't talk, let alone they couldn't kill people apart of their group.

"I'm sorry you want me to believe those bags of flesh and shit are talking?" He chuckled at her words almost like it was to hard to believe.

and in all honesty it was, even when she heard the whispers coming from the woods herself she then had to actually believe it.

"they killed one of Hilltop's leaders, we all saw it with our own eyes" her knee started to bounce, and she tried not to replay his death in her head.

"walkers don't kill, they're fucking made of dead flesh and soupy god damn brains" Negan sat upright on the bed as he snapped back at her.

"they're wearing masks of the dead, it's another group that we're facing" she admitted and could see as the confusion faded away from his face.

He wiped over the lower half of his face, the palm of his hand running over his beard.

"Winter is gaining on us, we barely have supplies for us neither to start a war" she had flipped open her journal with every new threat or important incident she wrote in it.

she had detailed pictures with diagrams and labels, she had writings of text giving the best information that she could.

she had flipped to the page of Alpha, the drawing of a woman and the army of skins that had stood behind her.

She held her book open to show him the page, after seeing the picture she had drawn out he let out a soft sigh and looked towards his window.

"What else you keep in that book?" He asked and could see the furrow of her eyebrows as she had quickly shut the book and tucked it away.

"nothing that concerns you"

she muttered back defensively and could see his eyes widen a little, like they always did when he could tell someone was lying to him.

"tell me what's in the book and maybe I can help you with the talking dead" his deal was shitty, how was he going to help while being stuck in a jail cell in some apocalyptic basement.

But she had slid the book to him, after all he had been out more in this world than her, he had more experience with these types of threats.

so maybe some of his charming Negan wisdom could help her come up with something.

he started at the beginning, where she had been describing the dead when the first apocalypse started, but after a few pages he got bored.

He faked a yawn and skipped about to the middle of the book, his face sunk a little when he saw the descriptions of his army.

The picture of Dwight's face and the iron that was used to burn it, his baseball bat that he used to kill Glenn, and the Gutting of Spencer.

Of course there was more that he did, more that he skimmed over because he didn't want to read all the cruel things he had done in the past.

but the drawing he stopped at was the one of him lying in a hospital bed, his throat had been slashed and yet Rick decided to save him.

he was silent as he read, he must've read that page over and over because he had been stuck on it for a good 20 minutes.

Eventually y/n had just fallen asleep, she had fallen asleep in the wooden chair she had sat in front of his cell bars.

now he wasn't reading, the book was sitting on his bed next to him, his knee tapped up and down a little while his foot padded on the floor.

making small enough noises that she couldn't hear, just so he didn't wake her up,

but the sound of the journal sliding across the floor now had waken her, she looked down at her feet and back up to him.

"I'm sorry" he admitted as he watched her slip the book back away into her bag, "about what?"

"that book, the pictures of me" she could see that there was still more to his apology like he was trying to piece together the right words for her.

"you know after we got married I never thought this would happen" she chuckled softly and could see his eyes look into hers.

"I never expected to be in an apocalyptic war, and I never thought you'd be locked up here"

she spoke with a soft smile on her face.

He fiddled with the ring that he still had on, hers rested on a dog chain that she kept on her night stand right by her bed side.

She rarely wore it, but the day he had almost been killed she couldn't let it go, she had it around her neck and at her clasp.

Just until he had woken up and been placed in this hell hold of a cell, after that she placed it back away waiting for the right time.

Maybe his funeral? Or maybe whenever she had forgiven him for what he had done, but she figured his death was much closer than him being forgiven for his crimes.

"I've had time to sit with it all" he remarked and folded his arms as he sat back on the bed, his back leaning against the concrete wall.

"if you want to stop these people you need to be smart, if they don't want a deal then talk about gathering resources for a war"

his advice seemed to strike her a little, her heart seemed to want to skip a beat at the kindness he was giving but she knew she couldn't.

She couldn't let herself be so naive, so eager just to have her feelings shut down and used against her like the war had.

"I'll be back at sunrise with a new book"

He hadn't said anything else to her but instead he watched her place the chair back into the corner and make her way out of his cell.

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wincheskka · 7 months

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Familiar (part 1)

Pairing : Troy Otto x Fem!Reader x Negan Smith

part 2

Summary : You are at Alexandria because you want to have a happy life, away from the pain of the loss of your son's father. (I'm so bad at this sorry)

Genre/Warning : Romance, death mention, blood, injury, TWD & FTWD SPOILERS (If there are any other warnings let me know)

A/N : This story takes place to the end of TWD season 11, Annie doesn't exist in it (sorry). I've had this idea for 2 years, and with Troy's return, it makes me want to write it even more so here it is.

English is not my native language so I’m really sorry for the spelling mistakes. (tell me if there are any errors)

You put your basket on the ground when you finally see a blueberry tree, you crouch down to be able to collect them and put them in the basket, behind you the branches break under Negan's steps :

“You didn’t have to come with me” You tell Negan, turning to look at him.

“And who would protect you ?” Negan asks looking around to make sure there's no danger coming, you roll your eyes at his words.

“Negan I can protect myself” You respond, turning back to the blueberries.

"I know you can but we don't know what can happen" He replies, you shake your head at his worries "And I don't want to have to tell James that something happened to his mom"

“Nothing will happen to me” You said, throwing a blueberry at Negan which landed on his face, making you let out a small laugh.

“Yes because I’m here” He leans down and picks up the blueberry you threw at him and throws it back at your head.

“Mister has an oversized ego I see” You laugh and you collect more blueberries, you hear Negan's snicker from behind.

"It's not just my ego that's-" He starts his sentence but you turn to look at him.

"Do not finish this sentence !" You warn him by glaring at him, it makes him smirk, you look away from your friend.

You arrived at Alexandria for 10 or 11 years ago, before arriving at Alexandria and even before the apocalypse you lived at the Broke Jaw Ranch with your boyfriend Troy Otto.

You had found out about your pregnancy two days before Madison killed the man you loved, you still love. When you found out about his death you couldn't believe it, all you wanted to do was kill Madison for what she did, but you had to protect your son, so you did nothing, you let her live, so when she died at the stadium you were happy and reassured but that didn't make the pain go away.

Nick helped you a lot when you were pregnant, until giving birth or even when you just needed a shoulder to cry on Troy, he was there and he was the only one to be there for you, you knew he felt bad, that his mother killed Troy. Nick was like a brother to you and when he died it hurt you a lot, you felt so alone.

When Morgan wanted to take the group to Alexandria you immediately said yes, you wanted to be able to take your son safely, where he could have a comfortable future and where you could perhaps rebuild yourself.

So when the group finally decided not to go to Alexandria, you still went there alone with your son, during the trip you encountered some problems but you managed to arrive at the gates of Alexandria safe and sound with your 1 year and a half son.

The Alexandrians welcomed you with suspicion at first until you explained to them that it was because of Morgan that you knew about this place.

You and your son have managed to integrate into the community. You heard the stories about the war with the saviors, you had heard what the leader of the group had done, you knew he was locked up in Alexandria. You weren't afraid of the stories the Alexandrians told you about him, you felt familiar with it and you didn't know why.

6 years later your son called Alexandria home, you too even if you missed the Ranch, it was Troy that you especially missed, you never started your life again with anyone, you couldn't do it.

When winter fell just after Alpha killed Tara, Enid and Henry, you were finally able to meet the famous Negan, you weren't afraid of him, you were intrigued and even you laughed at his jokes, which surprised him, Negan also felt intrigued by you.

After the winter, Negan was able to go out more often but with someone to watch him,but that didn't stop you from talking to him but you came to see him more often when he was in his cell, you talked, you talked with him about you, about James and also about Troy, talked about Troy had hurt you a lot but Negan comforted you and you did the same when he talked about Lucille.

Negan and you quickly became friends and even you could say that he became your best friend, it's been a long time since someone cared about you like that.

After the events of the whisperers and the Commonwealth, you stayed at Alexandria and Negan also stayed with you at Alexandria, he was able to finally get to know James, your son as immediately liked Negan.

For Negan, James is like his son, he cares about him just like he cares about you a lot. You love that Negan is there for your son but you know that James sees Negan like his father and it hurt you that he never met his father, he never asked you about him and you were quite grateful for that, because you know it will be a hard discussion to have, but you also know that the discussion will happen one day.

"You're almost finished ?" Negan's voice brings you out of your thoughts, you don't look at him but roll your eyes and put more blueberries in the basket then stand up taking the basket in your hand and turn back to him.

“I finished” You say, smiling at him and lifting the basket to show him, he also smiles at you “You’ll be able to enjoy the pie that I’m going to prepare”

“Oh I have no doubt, your pies are always fucking excellent” Negan replies, you can see how he looks like he's happy to eat a pie and it makes you giggle a little.

“There is one condition before you can eat it” You walk in front of him and point a finger at him, he raises his eyebrows confused.

“And which one”

“Tonight you cook” You smile at him while biting your lip, he chuckles at your request “You know that James prefers your cooking to mine, so a good meal with a good dessert”

“I always find it strange that your pies are so good but your cooking is really not great” He mocks, you narrow your eyes, you didn't think he was going to confirm that your cooking wasn't very good.

"Thank you" You thank him sarcastically, he chuckles again, he opens his mouth to speak but suddenly noises are heard around you, you turn around and see 5 walkers coming towards Negan and you "Shit"

You put the basket on the ground, take out your machete, Negan steps forward to kill the first two walkers then you move forward to kill the others, you puts your machete into the skull of the first walker, you see the second one approaching you, you pull out your machete from the dead body's skull but it doesn't want to come out, you frown and try harder but it still doesn't come out.

The panic begins to rise when you see him coming towards you, the third approaches too, you force a little more by putting your foot on the dead body and suddenly the machete comes out but the walker are too close you quickly back away but trips on something and falls backwards, causing you to drop your machete.

You immediately feel the back of your head hit something, you feel a great pain, you groan in pain, it hurt so much but you didn't have time to understand what happened, a walker falls on you, you raise your hands so he can't bite you but you feel so weak, your hands are shaking it's more and more difficult to keep the walker away from you.

Suddenly the weight of the walker is lifted off of you, you sigh and drop your hands to the ground, your head hurts so much, your vision started to blur but you can see Negan above you with a worried face :

"Y/N are you okay ?” He asks panicked and he looks around your body to see if you were bitten, he sees the pain on your face and his eyebrows furrow even more "Where it's hurts ?"

"Head" You manage to say in pain, Negan looks at your head then he puts a hand on your neck and lifts your head, you frown in pain at this movement, you feel Negan's other hand touch the back of your head, you groan in pain.

“Shit” Negan says looking at his hand covered in your blood, your eyes start to close on their own “No keep your eyes open Y/N” He gently places your head on the ground, he caresses your cheek with his hand not covered in blood.

You try to do what he says but fail and the darkness takes you away but before you do you feel Negan lift you into his arms and see the fear on his face.

You hear voices around you which pushes you to open your eyes, but as soon as your eyes open you close them immediately because of the light in the room, you moan in pain and the voices in the room stop immediately. You hear footsteps approaching you and feel a hand on yours :

“Y/N, are you awake ?” You hear Negan's voice ask, you open your eyes a little more slowly but you squint them because of the light. You see Negan above you looking at you with worried eyes "Are you okay ?"

“T-too much light” You say closing your eyes in pain, you feel Negan remove his hand from yours and hear noises in the room, a few seconds later Negan puts his hand back on yours, you open your eyes, the room was now a bit more darker, he had drawn the curtains.

“Better ?” He asks still worried, you nod slowly, then suddenly confusion settles in your head, why are you here ? What happened ? You start to panic a little and try to sit but Negan stops you “Easy, easy Y/N”

"Why am I here ?" You ask while looking around you, you notice a woman in the room looking at you, you take a few seconds to remember that it's the doctor from Alexandria then you see a man approaching you, you recognize Gabriel.

“You don’t remember what happened ?” Gabriel asks with a frown, you shake your head, Gabriel turns to look at the woman.

“Negan tell her what happened” The doctor orders Negan, you look at him with confusion, he nods in the direction of the woman then looks back at you, Negan then explains everything to you “You remember now ?"

"Not really" You reply, Negan gives you a comforting smile, squeezes your hand and strokes your cheek with his other hand.

“You have a concussion” The doctor says, you look at her “You will stay in the infirmary today and tomorrow”

“But I have to take care of my son” You respond in panic, you can't leave James alone, Negan squeezes your hand again, you look at him.

"I'll take care of James" He tells you to calm you down, you still look at him worried "Don't worry" you sigh and slowly nod.

"She needs to rest now" The doctor says, Negan looks at her and sighs, he doesn't want to leave you you can see it and you also want him to stay but you prefer that he be there for your son , it's you this time who squeezes his hand, he looks at you again.

“Don’t worry” You repeat the words he said earlier, with a little smile, he smiles too and nods.

"I'll come see you tomorrow" He answers, then he leans down and places a kiss on your forehead, you close your eyes at that, after the kiss he removes his hand from yours and leaves at the same time as Gabriel and the doctor, let you rest.

You rested all day, you were so tired and the pain in the back of your head wasn't helping, you woke up just for dinner and you didn't even eat much.

The next day you woke up with a headache, you hadn't eaten your breakfast and barely ate your lunch. Negan came to see you at the beginning of the afternoon, he told you that James was worried about you and had trouble falling asleep last night, it hurt you to learn that your son was worried about you, you would have liked to see him but you knew that if Negan would have taken him here, you wouldn't have wanted him to leave.

Negan stayed for 30 minutes, you were happy that he came to see you even for a short moment, you spent the rest of the day sleeping, this time you ate a bit at dinner, which made you feel nauseous.

After the two days in the infirmary, you were finally able to go home, Negan came to pick you up. When you stood up you immediately lost your balance but before you hit the ground, Negan catch you.

Before you two left the doctor gave instructions on what to do and what not to do, she said that Negan needed to be there for you and said that it was best if your son spent two or three days at someone else's house. You didn't want to at first but the doctor said it was better so you could focus on yourself, rest better and heal :

"Could you ask Aaron if he can keep James ?" You ask Negan, as you walk to your house, leaning on him.

“I don’t know if he’ll be very happy to see me but yes I’ll ask him” He answers, being careful that you don't trip over anything.

You both arrive in front of your house, Negan helps you up the stairs, opens the door and you both go inside. He directs you into the living room and sits you on the couch. Negan draws the curtains to block out the light, so you take off the sunglasses he lent you and put them on the nightstand nex to the couch.

You hear footsteps on the stairs, you turn to look and see your 12 year old son coming down the stairs, as soon as he sees you he runs and hugs you, you wrap your arms around him, he really missed you.

“Hi honey” You say hugging him tighter, not wanting to let him go.

"Are you okay ?" He asks pulling away from the hug, you give him a reassuring smile.

“I'm fine, don't worry” You respond, you lie to him a little to reassure him, you don't want to tell him that you're tired, you have a headache and sometimes you feel confused.

"I'll ask Aaron" Negan says looking at you, you nod and he walks out of the house, James watches him walk out in confusion.

"Ask what ?" James asks looking at you in confusion, you sigh you have to explain to him now.

“You’re going to stay at Aaron’s for a few days” You answer him, he frowns even more.

"What ? Why ?" He asks with a little sadness in his blue eyes the same as his father's.

“Because I still need some rest” You answer him, placing your hand on his shoulder “And that I couldn’t take care of you”

“You don’t need to take care of me, I’ll be good and help you around the house” He speaks a bit panicked that he can’t stay with you.

"It will only be for two or three days" You try to reassure him but you still see sadness in his eyes.

"I don't want to" James says a bit louder, you sigh, open your mouth to answer him but suddenly your vision blurs and you feel dizzy, you hand squeezes the pillow next to you "Mom ?"

"Aaron said there was no problem fo-" Negan's voice say but when he sees you he stops in his sentence and runs towards you, he places his hands on your cheeks “Close your eyes sweetheart”

You do what he says and close your eyes, not even paying attention to what he called you. He makes you lie down on the couch so you don't fall, he gently removes his hands from your cheeks :

"James you can go get your things, I have to take you to Aaron's" You hear Negan's voice say to your son.

"But I don't want to leave her" Your son's voice responds worriedly, he became even more worried with what just happened.

"I know you're worried about your mom, kid but I'm going to take care of her, okay ?" Negan responds, you open your eyes when you feel the dizziness fade.

You see Negan look at James with a comforting smile, James looks at him for a few seconds then sighs and nods, he turns to go up to his room to pack some things. When James disappears in the stairs, Negan turns to you, he sees that your eyes are open so he approaches and sits next to your legs :

"You okay ?" He asks also worried even if he tries to hide it, you smile at him and nod.

"Yeah that was just a little dizzy" You answer, he smiles even if he's still worried, suddenly you remember how he called you earlier "Did you called me Sweetheart ?"

“Yeah I did” He answers you with a smirk, you look at him a bit surprised and also a bit embarrassed, your cheeks heat up, you turn your gaze to your hands that are on your stomach, you hear his laugh at your reaction "If it bother you I won't-"

“I doesn't bother me” You say, interrupting his sentence, you raise your eyes to his, he has a smile on his face, you smile at him shyly

You both look into each other's eyes, you feel peaceful with him, he always made you feel good and happy. For a few seconds you both stay like that until the sound of footsteps on the stairs is heard, you look away from his eyes to watch your son walk towards you two with a backpack on one of his shoulders, you still feel Negan's eyes on you :

"I'm ready" Your son says with a sulky face, this time Negan's eyes turns to your son.

"Alright" Negan says getting up, he starts walking to the front door but stops when James doesn't follow him "Come on James"

James turns to Negan and sighs wanting to stay with his mother a bit longer, you watch him walk towards Negan, you sigh not liking see him sad, you get up from your lying position and sit :

“James” You call your son, he turns around and you open your arms for him to come in, he runs to you and you wrap your arms around him and hold him tight “Don’t worry about me honey Negan will take care of me and you can come see me, okay ?”

You feel him nod against you and you hug him even tighter, you kiss the top of his head. You take a look at Negan, he smiles at this mother and son moment, you move away from the hug then with your fingers you comb his brown hair just like his father's, James looks so much like Troy that sometimes it hurt you to look at him :

“I love you James” You tell him with a reassuring smile, he smiles too, looking less sad and worried.

“I love you too mom” He responds, your heart melts at his words, James has always been a child who was not embarrassed to say I love you, you know when he grows up it will be more complicated, so you get the most of it now.

"Come on kiddo" Negan says, James walks over to Negan and you stare at him until he and Negan leave the house, your eyes are still where they went out :

"He really looks like me" a voice says, this voice is familiar to you, so familiar, your heart starts racing.

You slowly turn your eyes where the voice comes from and you see a familiar person in the doorway to the dining room, your eyes fill with tears :

"Troy ?!"

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Alpha & Omega.

Alpha!Daryl Dixon x Omega!Reader.

One shot.

Santuary. Negan Era. Non-canon (at least not all of it.)

Warnings: Violence. Fighting. Blood. Death. Protective!Alpha. Fighter!Omega. Werewolves. Fantasy.

Words: 5000.

N/A: I know no one asked for it, but I had to write it. Sorry.

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Night has fallen on all of you, unfortunately, it's not the only thing, the Saviors have been closing your escapes forcing us to make drastic and hasty decisions until you find yourselves in the situation you are in right now, surrounded by enemies, kneeling on the ground, Maggie suffering terrible pain from her pregnancy, but no one knows what is wrong with her, everyone is pointing a gun at the group and a lunatic appears from inside the caravan and you feel your whole body tremble, lowering your gaze.

He is a huge Alpha, in his hybrid form, with jet black fur and white torso, his eyes glow with a reddish light, one of his gigantic claws hold a baseball bat, his paws dig into the ground with every step he takes, his strong scent envelops you all, bending even Rick who is your leader and an Alpha with a dominant instinct, but that man's, in his wolf form, was suffocating.

"Has anyone pissed their pants yet?" He says with a tone full of sarcasm. "Well, well... I actually come here very disappointed, you know? I'm a very reasonable guy, if you had come all the way to my house, we could have had a chat, come to an agreement." He paces back and forth. "But you guys decided to go after my men, you killed them in cold blood. That's not right." He walks up to Rick and his smile turns dangerous. "You came into my house and killed my people, that's not right, Rick." He tells him. "In return, I should do the same to yours, don't you think?" he tries to be reasonable.

"You were threatening..."

"What, are you really going to talk back to me?" He snorted through his teeth and grabbed him by the hair, but released him instantly.

Daryl has lunged at him like a guard dog, slamming into the jaw of the Alpha hybrid who recoils several steps back, Negan's men quickly knock Daryl to the ground, Dwight aims at him in the head with his own crossbow, you jump out of your seat.

"No, Daryl!" you whimper in total panic.

"Stop everyone!" Negan howls getting everyone to stop.

Dwight doesn't lower the crossbow but steps back a few paces, they lift Daryl up with a sharp gesture, Negan walks up to him and rests the head of the bat on his chin. Your breath hitches dramatically, horrified thinking of what could happen, but Daryl doesn't hesitate, his blue eyes are locked on the Alpha's, defiant, letting his Alpha instinct rise, but Negan's is stronger.

"I was going to kill you, I was going to make you give in and tear you apart bit by bit, but..." His smile grows wider and his eyes bore into you. "I'm going to be benevolent to you, just this once." He continues and you all feel some relief. "In return, I'll take something with me. Her."

The bat swings away from Daryl's chin to point at you. You gasp several times, your eyes fill with panic, you want to refuse, but he keeps talking.

"She's an unclaimed Omega, and I need a new wife." He looks at you with intensity. "You're young, you'll give me some beautiful puppies, and I'll get my army back."

"No..." Daryl growls wanting to move, but they keep holding him back.

"If you don't... I'll kill your friends, one by one." He looks at you with intensity and you know he's not lying. "What do you say, beautiful?"

"If... if I go with you..." You whisper.

"No!" Daryl refuses again and takes a direct punch to the jaw.

"If I go with you!" You say again. "Then you won't hurt my friends... and you'll leave Hilltop alone..."

"Hilltop uh..."

"Promise me and I'll go with you..." You insist, he seems annoyed by your demands, but your Omega scent appeals to him.

"Okay, beautiful, I won't touch anyone and I'll leave Hilltop alone." He agrees and gestures to you. "Come, Omega, let me see you." You find it hard to obey, his voice bothers your ears and gives you a strange feeling in your stomach, still you have to do it for your people. Trembling you stand up and walk towards him. "No. Show yourself to me, your true form."

You hesitate, standing before him, head bowed, but eyes wide open. You have never used that form. No one has ever seen you like that. You don't like it, your true form, as Negan calls it, makes you vulnerable to Alphas, being an unclaimed Omega, your essence, your instinct, your scent as an Omega is triggered in that form, attracting all Alphas around you, not being in heat there is never a risk of being harmed, but you doubt with Negan that matters. Nevertheless you know you must obey, you swallow nervously and slowly let your body transform. Daryl holds his breath as he clenches his fists tightly, controlling his impulses. His heart is racing and his head is dizzy. An intense smell of forest, river and burning wood floods his nose making him gasp. He has never smelled anything like it, his wolf inside his writhes, howls in despair and Daryl feel his skin burn as Negan touches your tan fur.

"Precious... I never want to see your human form ever again." He warns you. "You will be my wife now, and this will be your form."

"Y-yes, Alpha..." You whisper lowering your head.

"Okay, now to go home, boys." You tell your men and nod your head. Two other Betas hold Daryl tightly and push him into the van.

"No! No! You said you wouldn't hurt them!" you protest looking at Negan.

"I'm not going to hurt him, we're taking him with us, he's going to be our little dog, a gift to you." He smiles and grabs you by the waist, guiding you towards another one of the vans.

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You can't help but shiver when you arrive at that huge abandoned factory and Negan introduces you to his other wives. You aren't the only Omega there, there are five more women there, but they are clearly not there of their own free will, possibly threatened like you. Negan lets you settle in with them and when he disappears, they all return to their human form. That surprises you, but you don't move from where you are.

"You can change form if you want to. We all do it when we're not in front of him." One of his "wives" explains to you.

But you don't trust them, maybe it's a trick to find out how far you obey their orders and you don't want anyone to get hurt because of you, you don't want Daryl to get hurt.

Daryl...

Your eyes fill with tears at the thought of the Alpha. Your story... there really isn't a "your" story you've been traveling companions and friends since he found you locked in the shed at your parents' house after escaping a burning farmhouse, as the group told you, they were running around looking for food and shelter and they found you. An Omega alone, no mate, no Alpha, unmarked and unclaimed, locked in a musty old basement where her parents intended to keep anyone from touching her until it was time. At first you found it hard to trust them all, their scents were very different from each other, Alphas, Omegas, Betas, the group was a very peculiar mix and you had only known your family, your father kept you safe, your mother hated you for what you were. Slowly you changed, finding your true personality, becoming stronger, the time you all spent in prison, in your home, made things easier, but not much changed with the Alpha. Daryl always kept his distance from you, you were friends, you could trust each other, but the Alpha was never around you when you were alone. He, a lone wolf, without a mate, without an Omega by his side, was vulnerable to your scent, to your heat and always tried not to be around you for too long.

However, that didn't change what you felt for him, what you still feel. It's not just you, your insides know it too. He is your Alpha, your partner, your soul mate. You didn't know it at first as you had never heard about them, always hidden, your parents didn't tell you about Alphas and Omegas relationship until they found an Alpha for you, but then the world went to shit and you were locked in your basement. But when you saw him, when you smelled him, you knew that was your Alpha, not the one your parents tried to find for you. Now you can't do anything about it, you've been captured by this Negan guy who's a psychopath and to stop him from hurting your people you're going to have to let him brand you as another one of his wives. You shudder just thinking about it, the imposition of Alphas is something that has been going on forever, destined or not, when an Alpha meets an Omega, he goes on instinct and marks him, Negan is one of those Alphas and he disgusts you.

"You, the new one." You turn to find a blond man with a burnt face.

Dwight, Daryl told you about him and his partner, how they stole his bike and his crossbow after he helped them escape from the guys chasing them. He gestures for you to follow him and you leave the room walking behind him, your eyes observing everything discreetly, but noting in your mind every turn, every nook and cranny, mapping it out in your head.

You are taken to a doctor to be examined, to find out if you are okay, if there has been another man in your life, Daryl is there too, possibly they are healing the shot in his shoulder, or maybe not, but embarrassed you watch as the Alpha listens to the doctor's words. No one has ever touched you, at your age you are a complete virgin Omega, it's humiliating for you, but apparently it will be a very good thing for Negan.

"She will be an awkward mother at first, but after a couple of litters, there will be no problems." Says the doctor.

A shiver runs down your spine as you look at him in fright, A couple of litters? How many children did Negan intend to have?

"Well, I'll let Negan know about it." Dwight says gesturing for you to go with him again.

"Wait." Daryl speaks in a whisper. His hand closing over your fur causes a whimper to escape you.

"Let her go, Dixon, don't complicate things any further." Dwight warns you. "You don't want Negan to do anything to her as punishment, do you?"

"It's okay, Daryl, don't worry." You smile slowly at him, pat his hand and walk away with Dwight.

***************

It's humiliating and cruel, Daryl has lost the time, the times Dwight has shown up at his cell and insulted him, fed him dog food and reminded him that his Omega will never be his again. It's been days since Daryl has felt the cold and dampness that pervades the cabin they use for him as a cell, naked, dirty, hungry, rage and the desire for revenge is what is starting to grow bigger and bigger in him. Not only having him there is bending his instinct, seeing you near Negan makes him sick, to his nose still comes that smell of forest and freedom that he likes so much, which relieves him, Negan still hasn't marked you and if he has tried, you haven't let him. That makes that his strength doesn't decay completely, he remains weak and submissive, but he is sure he will be able to fight if necessary.

After several days of captivity enduring Dwight's continuous abuses, the door opens once again, the smell of forest reaches his nose and with a trembling body he looks towards the door of his cell, you are next to his captor, Negan is also there with a crooked and cruel smile.

"What have you done to him?" you gasp in fright at the sight of his whole bruised body, you don't even care about his nakedness.

"D has been taming our dog, a bit unruly in my opinion, but I think he's ready to go out and play with the others now." Negan scoffs and you shiver.

"He'll obey, boss, he knows what's at stake."

"Of course he does. Let him get dressed, we have to go." Negan says, walking away.

You're tempted to stay, to help Daryl, but the huge Alpha pulls you, leading you away from the cell.

The journey passes in silence, Negan's voice reaches a point where you no longer hear it, ignoring him. You are taken to Alexandria, meeting the gates of the community gives you goosebumps, but you are not prepared for what happens next.

Negan has no compassion, the humiliation he publishes towards Daryl tears you apart inside, not only does he show you around like a trophy, Daryl is his dog, he goes after him obeying everything the jet fur wolf asks him to do. You want to ask him several times to leave him alone, but you knew that would be much worse. Negan walks around with you all over the community as if it were his own, although in reality it is, he has taken over everyone's will based on fear and threats. You've lost people because of him, and you're not willing to let him kill anyone else. Rick walks submissively by your side, showing you around, talking about the supplies they've tried to gather, without much success, he asks for Daryl back, he knows you're a more complicated deal, but Negan refuses.

"Sorry, Rick, but I like having pets and Daryl is starting to buckle." His huge claw comes to rest on the archer's head, the archer doesn't flinch, but he doesn't raise his head either. He just tries to ignore that it's there.

Each new visit to the community implies a new stab to your heart, seeing them like this, unarmed, weak before this group that doesn't even know how to live among them breaks your soul. You've never been a very brave Omega, you learned to defend yourself like everyone else when the world fell, but now you feel Daryl's rage and helplessness reflected towards you, and that gives you a strange power.

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Daryl is back in his cell, now with that horrible brown suit they have given him, at least he doesn't feel so cold anymore, but Dwight's music keeps playing, his verbal threats don't stop either and he feels that every day he finds it harder to stand his ground. He curls up in a corner and rests his forehead on his knees, trying to calm down, to think of something.

About you.

Remember that day in the basement of your house. They had entered the farmhouse looking for shelter and supplies, it was almost all destroyed, your father's body turned into a Walker, they took him out of the house and when he heard noise under the house he didn't hesitate to go and see what was going on. That's how he found you; huddled to the side, hugging your body, scared, dirty, as hungry as they were or more. Daryl at once noticed your condition and how his inner wolf stretched curiously towards you, he tried not to show himself dominant towards you, even though his instinct was screaming for it, he knew there was something special about you.

"Daryl..." He hears your voice on the other side of the door and tenses. "Daryl, please tell me you're still there..."

"You shouldn't be here..." He whispers in a breathy whisper.

"No, I shouldn't and neither should you." You say in a firmer voice and then open the door. Daryl looks at you confused, but relieved, you're back in your human form. "That's why we're getting out of here."

Your words put him on alert, he looks at you with a confused and frightened expression. Carefully, he gets up from the ground and holds onto the wall, he feels weak, but when he smells you, your scent transports him new energy, something to fight for, he has to protect you, go home, help his people. He advances several steps towards you and kisses you. You sigh against his mouth as his hands cradle your cheeks and you feel him steal your breath with his kiss. Your whole body melts, longing to melt into your true Alpha, but now is not the time. Much to your regret, you break the kiss, but you look up at him with a smile.

"Let's go home..." You ask. "But I need you to help me."

"Sure, Omega, I'll do whatever it takes." He assures you feeling the tiredness has worn off.

"Good." You smile again and hand him an automatic and his crossbow. "I know you missed it."

"Thanks..." He whispers and then realizes that you are wearing his vest, something wild explodes inside him and he has to calm down.

Like you said; the important thing is to escape from there. When you are sure that Daryl is ready, the two of you run down the factory corridor. It's not going to be easy to escape, there are still many of Negan's men there, even if some have gone scouting or are threatening other communities, but you don't care, you open fire on anyone you feel a threat and crosses your path. The gunshots soon draw the attention of the whole building, more and more coming at you, some transform, others don't have time, but everyone gets a bullet between the eyebrows. You manage to get out of the building, the door leads you to the courtyard where they are holding those Walkers who are strategically placed by the prisoners. Daryl drops his gun to pick up his crossbow and shoot several guards that are approaching you. As he reloads, you cover him by firing as well.

"I'm out of ammo!" You yell at him.

"Me too!"

You both look at each other intensely, there are still so many people left in there, you may not even make it out alive. Daryl nods and you feel goosebumps rise on your skin, but you do the same. You get up from your hiding place again. Daryl grabs you by the waist to fire his last remaining round and you jump down the stairs, next to the fences of the infected. Your back collides with his and you feel a howl rip through your throat as you and Daryl transform at the same time. You had never seen the hunter transform before, his hybrid form, a towering wolf on two legs, tri-colored fur, brown, gray and white, with blue eyes that glowed unnaturally bright. You feel it hard to breathe, his Alpha scent shooting up, enveloping the whole place, a smell that makes you feel at home, protected and safe, a mixture of White Maple, cigarettes and leather, even some of Negan's men, Betas, recoil and lower their heads in total submission, but it's too late. The anger and rancor that has been brewing inside Daryl these days is boiling over and the wolf isn't going to stop it.

That becomes the scene of a real war, Negan's men jump to fight, you do not stay behind, the Walkers corner you but you also get rid of them, around you there are only decomposing corpses, defeated wolves, men split in two, the earth has a red color of spilled blood. You are exhausted and wounded, you feel it hard to stand, Daryl has serious wounds, but you are both alive. For now. With clumsy steps you approach towards him, your muzzle brushes the fur on his neck, Daryl groans low and rests his forehead against yours. The two of you stay like that, being each other's support, catching your breath, your strength. This isn't over yet, you still have to get out of there, back to Alexandria.

"What happened here!" you hear Negan barking behind you.

Suddenly, to your nose, his aura is no longer as powerful nor does he seem as big an Alpha as those days ago and you understand that his power and bravado was fueled by the strength and insanity of the men following him, he was just another Alpha. Daryl beside you keeps shaking, he grits his teeth hard and growls menacingly, the blood of his victims dripping down his gums to the floor.

"It's over, Negan." You tell him. "You have nothing left, only death... this is what you brought upon yourself."

"You've killed my men..."

"All of them." You assure him. "We have freed your wives, the people who lived under threat from you and your men, you have nothing left." You shake your head. "You are no one anymore."

"No... Damn you..." He roars full of anger.

"Let's go, Daryl, he's no longer a threat." You tell your Alpha, but he doesn't move.

"No... he's killed our people... he's mocked us... he's humiliated us..." The hair on his back bristles with every word.

"Alpha..." You try to call out to him, but his eyes are locked on his target. "Okay..." You sigh and step aside.

Daryl doesn't hesitate, his hindquarters flex to give him momentum and he runs straight at the other Alpha. Negan scrambles and for a second seems to get huge again. The collision of the two bodies is brutal.

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"Saviors!" shouts Sasha as she sees the van approaching toward Alexandria's gate. "Negan's coming back!" She warns.

"Get down from there, we'll wait for him like we planned!" She is answered by Rick running towards the door.

Sasha obeys by placing her gun on her back, stepping down from the gate guarding area. All of Alexandria is in position, not only them, Hilltop and The Kingdom have come to help, all hiding and waiting for the right moment. Rick tries to compose himself, takes a deep breath and when he hears the van stop, he opens the doors.

His words get stuck in his throat, his eyes fill with tears and he feels his knees wobble for a second as his eyes show him what's on the other side.

"No..." He gasps in a breathy gasp.

"Dad?" Carl asks fearfully.

"Help me!" he shouts as he opens the doors all the way. "Warn Denise! Tell her to get the infirmary ready!" He breaks into a run and everyone is confused until they see it.

You walk slowly, limping, your tan fur now bright red due to all the blood decorating it, over your shoulder you carry the unconscious body of Daryl, as wounded or more than you, in your other hand, you carry the ultimate proof that Negan has been defeated; his head. Rick transforms, a gray and white furred wolf, his scent for a moment brings out a whimper from you, it's not the first time you've seen him transformed, but now his strong authority as an Alpha displeases you. Nevertheless, you agree to let him charge Daryl's body against his, you can't take it anymore, you drop to your knees and Rick touches your head.

"Alright Omega, you're home, you've brought your Alpha all the way here, he's safe..." He rewards you and you moan softly letting the tears finally spill over.

"He's very weak, Rick..."

"Denise will take care of him, don't worry, you must rest too and then you will tell us what happened." He asks you, you nod and let him take Daryl inside the community, quickly, as he needs urgent attention, you let your people wrap you up and introduce you to the new arrivals.

You've all been through an adventure and hell in your own flesh, for no one has been a valley of roses having Negan's presence on your necks, The Kingdom, with Ezekiel as King, tell you about the tyranny they were going through, you're surprised to see Carol next to the man, but you don't say anything, you like the couple they make, Hilltop and Jesus seem relieved, perhaps feeling guilty for asking for help against Negan and that all that happened, but you can't blame them either, the idea of going after them had been yours, so all that was going to happen anyway. You tell them about the battle to escape from there, Sherry, Dwight's wife helped you escape, you are not indebted to her, they betrayed Daryl first, but the woman felt guilty and wanted her partner back, so between the two of you you looked for a way to find the weapons, distract the guards and get Daryl out of his cell, after that, she took Dwight from there, leaving Daryl's things behind, because they knew that if they stayed there, the Alpha would come after them too. You told them how Daryl fought Negan, how small and vulnerable he seemed after losing his army, you are not proud of the violence and cruelty Daryl used to defeat him, but now you can live in peace without his looming shadow over you.

Everyone wants to know more about what happened at the Sanctuary, but you are too tired, physically and mentally to continue, you need to make sure Daryl is okay. You apologize to your people, who understand the situation, and let you go to the infirmary to check on your Alpha, even Denise leaves the infirmary for you when she sees you arrive. You have to admit that his condition is not as bad as you expected, now without all that fur covering his body, the wounds are not as deep or severe, equally Daryl is still unconscious, resting on the stretcher in Denise's infirmary, you are sitting next to him, watching him silently, relieved to see him sleeping, you feel happy because you are safe, you are home. With trembling hands you caress his arm, you feel his quality skin under your touch, Daryl grunts in his sleep, but he doesn't wake up. You watch his wounds continue to heal and smile, you lean in slightly and brush his ear with your lips.

"Alpha..."

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Alpha.

His eyes flutter open, his heart is pounding and his breathing is wild. His whole body is still alert, for a second he is tempted to transform again, to keep fighting, but then a smell comes to his nose. Forest, wet ground... you.

Alpha.

He grunts low sitting up on the gurney, his gaze searching for you in the empty infirmary, Denise appears and smiles warmly at him, she nods and Daryl jumps up. He's glad to be in Alexandria, he doesn't hesitate to hug his companion longingly, but he quickly gets out of there, he knows what he's looking for.

His nose guides him, without missing a millimeter, he finds you next to the pond that is in the community, you are turning your back to him, but Daryl knows that you have already felt his presence, you are wearing his vest and in your hand you hold his crossbow. Daryl feels his wolf squirm inside him and sighs.

"Omega..." He calls to you, slowly, you turn to look at him, your eyes glow in the darkness of the night and he knows he is lost.

"Alpha..."

Neither of you need to say anything else, your bodies transform, back to that wolf form that is held on two strong hind legs and you take off running. Daryl waits, a few seconds, not too long, he counts mentally before following your trail, running after you. The gates of Alexandria are open, letting you both out, closing behind you again. You don't care. Your surroundings have disappeared.

Giving way to an ancient tradition between Alpha and Omega, Daryl pursues you, tracking you, hunting you down, Hunter and Prey, Dominant and Submissive. Alpha and Omega. It's always been that way, but Daryl knows you're a warrior Omega, a fighter, that you won't let him catch you easily. It's that part of you that drives him crazy, that makes him want to catch you and have you all to himself, when you saved him against Negan, when you went after him and went out fighting together, so that ritual becomes more exciting for him. He pauses among the trees, sharpening his hearing, sniffing the air, scratching the ground, trying to detect any movement, he howls and you, unable to contain yourself, respond to his howl. Daryl lowers his ears looking for your position, growls and runs off in your direction.

When he finds you, you have returned to your human form, completely naked, with your back to him, but your head is tilted slightly to one side, listening for the man to reach your position. Daryl stops, takes a step back, he can't attack you while in your human form, he could tear you apart and he's not going to lose you for a desperate move. He rests his claws on the ground, he growls calling out to you, waiting, you slowly turn to look at him.

"Alpha..." You call out to him and he Daryl lets out a whimper.

Then you run towards him, transforming on the way, catching Daryl by surprise, you jump and hit him. Surprise and excitement shake Daryl's body as he takes the impact. You are a wild, fierce Omega. No one taught you how to respect an Alpha, how to act with them. Daryl holds your body and pins you to the ground.

He's going to teach you how to be a good Omega.

***********

"Did we let them leave?" Carl asks as he sees the doors close.

"Yes..." Rick replies.

"But out there..."

"Trust me, nothing and no one would be stupid enough to get in their way now." He smiles again.

"Don't you think we should go after them?"

"No. This is none of our business."

"Will we ever see them again?" He asks more distressed.

"Of course."

"When?"

"That's up to them, they may be back tomorrow, or in a couple of days, maybe a week."

"A week?"

"When I met your mother we were gone almost a week." He laughs at the look on the young man's face. "They've been putting this off for a long time, so it's possible they'll be quite a while."

"And Michonne? With her you don't..."

"She's an Alpha woman, she's different, these rituals are between Alpha and Omega..." He smiles and touches Carl's back. "You will understand when the time comes. Now let's go rest, for today I don't think we need to stand guard."

Carl hesitates, watching his father come down from the watchtower, he's still young and there are things he doesn't understand, but his father seems pretty calm about it all, so he doesn't insist.

On their way home, father and son hear two long howls echoing in the night.

The End.

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danaredbeard · 8 days

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Remember when Tara got the Echelon Briefing?

Well, The Governor = Beale the same thing, same delusion, same plan.

Remember when she thought it was the right thing to do to attack the prison and Hershel was killed?

People keep saying that OMG Beale wasn't given enough character development!

Really?

Haven't we've seen the exact same character enact the exact same plan as the big baddie? The only difference is scale. We've moved of from Woodbury to the entire Nation And perhaps beyond.

The Plan:

A megalomaniac gathers people (B’s= Tara, Jadiss, Thorne and 2000+ who kissed the sword) to undertake his dastardly plans in return for security… so they say.

However in actuality :

Remember when the Gov killed his people

Remember when Negan killed his people (and burned them)

Remember when Alpha killed her people

Remember when Rick kicked Carol out for killing their own people

#the ones who live #towl #the walking dead #twd towl #rick grimes #michonne grimes #richonne #michonne

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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His favorite - Kinktober 11

Summary: He shows everyone you are his favorite...

Rating: Explicit

Kink: Public sex

Square 25 filled for @afgomegaversebingo: Alpha!Negan

Square 15 filled for @j3bingo former jdmorganomegaverse: True Mates

Pairing: Alpha!Negan x Chubby(Omega)!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, betrayal, blood, gore, characters death, murder, true mates, a/b/o, scenting, possessive Negan, fat shaming, protective Negan, public sex, smut, unprotected sex

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A pack protecting you. A pack having your back. That’s what you thought the people you trusted with your life and resources are to you.

Now you know better. While you kneel on the cold ground you realize, this is a dog-eating-dog world now.

“Would you just look at this,” you flinch as the leader of a pack calling themselves the saviors swings his bat in front of your face. “Your fine friends just sold you to me, sweet little omega. I like me a chubby little thing like you.”

“Boss, do you want to give them a good show?”

“Wait for it, Simon,” he looks down at you, grinning like the devil. You can’t see it, but his eyes darkened as a tiny sob leaves your lips. “I want to have a closer look at the owner of this fine house and the resources they offered to me.”

“They want to join us,” Simon says. “Do you think they are worthy of joining us?”

You don’t lift your gaze from the ground as the men talk about your house, and the few resources you gathered during your endless trips to the smaller towns close to your home.

“What do you think, Simon?”

The men chuckle, and joke as you await death. You hold your breath and close your eyes.

This is the end, and you don’t want to see it coming. Tears stream down your face he swings his bat again, and you wait for the pain to come.

“I said, would you just look at this,” oddly the bat doesn’t hit you. “Such a pretty little thing, but she doesn’t listen. Look at me, omega.”

Your head immediately snaps upward, and you look up at the alpha with wide, and fearful eyes.

He looks down at you, brows furrowing as he enjoys the fear in your eyes.

“Negan, we should get going. It’s getting dark, boss.”

“Simon, fuck’s sake. I’m enjoying myself here,” Negan grumbles as he steps closer to you to grab your chin with his gloved fingers. “Omega, mine…do you want to die?”

“No?” you choke out.

“You’re not sure?” he laughs with his full body. “A cute and sweet one, I see. Not like the angry and bitchy omegas I met during my travels through this rotten world.”

You don’t know how to respond to him. He holds your life in his hands, and they are bloody.

“Simon!”

“Boss?”

“Kill them. But leave the boss, the one coming to you, for me and Lucille,” you swallow thickly as the alpha walks past you and toward the people you considered your pack.

“We want to be Negan,” one of them whimpers as the bat cuts through the air. You scream in terror when Negan hits the man’s skull. Blood splatters all over Negan’s clothes but he doesn’t seem to care. You assume he’s used to it.

“WE WANT TO BE NEGAN!” the rest of your pack screams as Simon and the other men aim their guns toward their heads. “PLEASE!”

“You see,” Negan hits the next man. The man screams in pain and agony as Negan preferred to hit his shoulder, “I don’t like traitors or people ratting the one saving their asses out. You messed with the wrong man.”

“What now boss?”

“Take care of the rest of them, Simon. Make it painful.”

Negan turns his back on your former pack. He carries his baseball bat toward his car, ignoring you on his way. “What about the girl?”

The alpha doesn’t answer. He puts his baseball bat in the back of his truck, taking his time.

“Leave her to me,” you whimper as leaving you to him means getting your skull split by his baseball bat.

The screams and the scent of the blood of your former pack fill your senses as Negan steps back toward you. He looks down at you on your knees, studying your trembling body.

“Get up,” he takes off his bloody gloves to offer his hand to you. “Don’t let me wait, little chubby kitten.”

Your hand trembles when you place it into his warm palm. “What will you do to me?” you look up at Negan with teary eyes. “Please do it fast. Not with the bat.”

“Oh,” he chuckles as you slowly get up from the ground to stand on unsteady legs. “I got an idea or two, sweetness. Let’s start with bringing you away from here…”

You end up in his room, wearing his clothes that night. Negan looks you up from head to toe, making sure you didn’t get bitten. At least he tells you so.

The hungry look in his eyes tells a different story.

“Today, I killed for you omega,” he begins. “I will do it again if I must.” Negan steps closer to cup the back of your neck. “You’re going to stay here.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why didn’t you kill me too?”

“I killed them because they betrayed you,” he dips his head to press a surprisingly soft kiss to your temple. “I scented you the moment I got out of my car.”

“I don’t understand,” you watch him look you up and down. Negan licks his lips, ready to pounce on you.

“You’re my true mate,” Negan explains. “Don’t you feel it too? The pull. The need.”

“I should be afraid of you, but I’m not,” you whisper as he takes another step toward you. “You killed people, but you make me feel safe.”

“I’ll keep you safe. Always.”

That night you will end up tangled in each other. Negan won’t let you out of his bed for hours. When you wake in the morning, you’ll be wearing his mark…

A few months later, …

You sniffle as the women at the sanctuary make fun of you once again.

“Just look at that fat cow. I bet Negan only keeps her around to make sure any walker will kill her first and feast on her fat ass.”

“Right. How could he ever get hard for that chubby bitch?” the other woman snickers. “No way he likes to fuck that thing. Negan tries to mess with her. I bet; in a few days, he’ll use Lucille to get rid of her.

You run inside the building and dash toward the room you share with your alpha.

Fat tears roll down your cheeks as you make it inside.

You slam the door shut and press your back to the door, crying bitterly.

“Omega?” Negan is by your side in three long steps. “Y/N, what’s wrong with you? What happened?”

“They…and then…I’m fat…” you choke on your tears as your alpha wraps his arms around your trembling body.

“I need to know what happened, kitten. Tell your alpha who made you cry,” he whispers as you slowly lift your head to meet his worried gaze. “Y/N, tell me what happened.”

“I,” you nod. There is no way you can hide anything from your alpha. You take a deep breath and tell him what the women said about you and your alpha…

“Negan where are we going?” you whimper as he holds your hand in a tight grip. He mutters under his breath as he watches his men carry a mattress out of the building.

Simon and the others place the mattress in the middle of the courtyard.

“All done boss.”

“Good.”

Negan guides you toward the mattress. “I want you on hands and knees, kitten. Don’t be shy. Show them all your dripping cunt.”

Your mouth falls open as Negan rips the flimsy negligee he found on one of his trips off of your body. “Would you all just look at those tits and her fucking perfect ass? I love every curve and every stretch mark on my woman.”

“Negan,” whining you kneel on the mattress and do as he says. You lift your ass and spread your legs for everyone to see your cunt. “Please.”

Negan stands in front of you to run his hand over your hair.

“You dared to say my omega doesn’t get me hard?” you gasp as Negan unbuckles his belt. He unzips his pants and shoves them down his legs to reveal his throbbing length.

“See this?”

Negan points at his erection.

“This is all for my pretty little kitten. My chubby angel,” he growls as one of the women harassing you want to look away. “You won’t look away.”

He snaps his fingers. “Simon, make sure they watch me.”

“Uh-I’m on it boss,” Simon points his gun at the woman. “What do you want to do with them?” He nervously laughs as Negan moves behind you.

Your alpha kneels on the mattress to give your cunt a few kitten licks. He purrs against your heated flesh, making you moan in return. “Alpha.”

“I’m going to show them how much my omega turns me on,” Negan fists his cock as he looks at the women harassing you. “Do you know how good my omega makes me feel? She’s so much more woman than any of you!”

“Negan,” you press your face into the mattress. He growls at your submissive behavior. You know how much Negan loves to go full alpha and control your body.

Negan roughly grips your hips with one hand. “Perfect little omega cunt,” he presses into you, groaning as your body opens only for him like a flower ready to bloom. “She takes me so well.”

Your alpha slowly starts rocking his hips. He easily slides in and out of you, using your slick to fuck into you with long and powerful thrusts.

“Boss…uh,” Simon swallows thickly. He doesn’t want to be a creep, but at the same time, he can’t look away. “Fuck…”

“She’s mine,” Negan holds your hips in a tight grip. His large hands drag you onto his length with every snap of his hips.

You moan, whine, and curse his name while your alpha has his way with your cunt.

“Negan…alpha…baby.”

“That’s right, kitten. It’s your alpha making you feel so good,” he growls as his eyes drop to your pussy stuffed with his cock. “Later I’ll eat that pussy.”

“Alpha, gonna cum.”

The coil in your lower abdomen tightens. Heat spreads through your body and you make the sweetest noises for your alpha as your cunt starts to clench tightly around his thick length.

“Kitten, Y/N,” his hold on your hips becomes bruising when he empties himself inside of you. “Fuck, you feel so good. Every. Fucking. Time.”

“No one will dare to harass you ever again. If they don’t learn their lesson, I will ban them,” he whispers. You snuggle in his chest and sigh. “How do you feel?”

“Tired. Sore. Satisfied,” he laughs as you mumble against him. “We won’t do this every week now, right?”

“Do what?”

“Have sex in front of everyone.”

“Only for fun, Y/N. Only for fun…”

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specialagentlokitty · 3 months

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Negan x reader - people can change

Part 5:

A/N: italics will be sign language

You took carol to where Negan was being held, and you stepped aside to let her speak to him.

He didn’t seem all that impressed with that fact that he was being made to stay there, didn’t put up all that much of a fight either.

One of the scouts looked at you.

You can’t be serious about keeping him.

He killed the alpha of the skins. It is a request by Carol. He stays.

He’s a killer.

You have a nod of your head.

So am I. Would you have me thrown out to the whisperers? To a community who doesn’t even want me there?

The scout sighed, shaking her head.

No. But I don’t see why we have to keep him.

Because we’ve been asked to. He may have saved the communities. Until we know what they want us to do with him he stays under a watchful eye.

What if he escapes?

You thought about that for a moment, because she did have a good point.

Looking to the only logical way out, then to the water surrounding you all.

Keep him with a guard at all times. If he attacks or tries to run restrain him.

They nodded and you turned to Carol, offering her your hand as you stepped on the stepping logs and she took it, letting you help her across.

Once you were on the other side you took your mask off to smile at her.

“Grace and her team will take you wherever you need to go, I already have half my teams ready to follow you and they know their instructions. Bring whoever of yours that can’t fight here if you need to.”

“Can you spare this many people?”

You gestured to your home.

“We have a couple of hundred people here as it is, it’s a big lake Carol. Most live on the lake, others live in the trees, I have plenty of people.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Be in contact if you need anything.”

She nodded and left, and you put your mask back on, running back across the logs to the scouts with Negan.

Take him to the empty cabin in the middle.

They nodded and you followed them, and they shoved him inside.

“This will be yours. You’re not allowed any weapons, you’ll have a guard everywhere you go.” A scout said.

“What if I need to defend myself? You people aren’t exactly the most welcoming.”

She shrugged a little bit.

“No weapons.”

She turned to you.

You gave a nod and left, making your way back to your own cabin for the night, trying to get some sleep.

For the first week or two Negan didn’t do much, he wondered and explored what he could, he tried to speak to a few people, but they didn’t want to talk to him.

Negan wanted to find you to talk to you, and he wondered around, just looking at everybody go about their daily lives.

He didn’t see the scouts assigned to watch him, but he didn’t need to, he knew that they were there just following him.

He could only stick to certain parts of the paths, others were only connected by the logs which hr had learned the hard way are a lot harder to get across than he thought.

Some children were running around, and he watched as they sprinted across the logs, turning around to look at him.

They laughed a little, gesturing for him to follow them and he shook his head.

“No I uh.. I’m good here thanks.”

They laughed again before running off.

You stood next to the scout who was watching Negan.

He fell in a few days back.

You held in a bit of laughter and slowly nodded your head.

He’s fast. He’s not agile. You need agility to cross these.

The scout nodded his head, both of you walking back the way you came as you followed behind Negan.

You reckon he will run away?

You shook your head.

No. If he was going to he would have already. A few people have told me he has asked to help them. They didn’t know what to do so turned him away.

Negan sat down by the water, resting his back on the wooden pole as he just overlooked the lake.

You and the scout sat down on the building just behind him.

Why would he ask?

He’s a man with no purpose. He lead a group and that group fell. He’s been locked away for years. He wants to find purpose again.

You think he will?

You thought to yourself about that question.

Negan had been asking the people for the past few days if he could do anything to help them.

Most of them turned him down, a few just handed him something to pass to another stall which he did.

He seemed to want to do something, but didn’t know how to go about doing that here, since nobody would talk to him without your order, nobody would interact with him without your permission.

You jumped down, landing quietly and you walked over, crouching down you raised your hand and pushed him, watching as he fell into the water.

When he resurfaced he looked at you.

“What the holy fuck was that for?”

You gestured with a hand for him to climb back up and he did, and you turned around, taking him back to his cabin, tossing him a towel.

He went into his room to dry off and change, then came back out.

You gestured again for him to follow you, so he did.

“You finally going to put me out of my misery? Cause I gotta say being followed around is starting to creep the shit out of me.”

You didn’t reply and you took him to the training ground.

It wasn’t anything special, simply just some logs that went around in a rectangle, a gap in the middle with a net over the water, and nothing but water on the other side.

You pointed to it and he furrowed his brows a little.

“This some kind of weird ass, freaky shit? Am I about to be eaten by fish?”

You turned around, walking a few logs and turned back around, placing your foot on the one behind you.

You held your arms out a little bit, slowly you walked backwards.

Gesturing for him to follow you again.

“Oh no, I tried that and I will take a hard pass.”

You sighed, stopping and you clasped your hands behind your back as you watched him, Negan found it unnerving the way he could feel your eyes on him but couldn’t see them.

The fact that you just stood there with such ease as if it were solid ground under your feet.

“What kind of man are you Negan?”

He blinked a couple of times, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he heard you talk, but he wasn’t expecting a quiet, soft spoken voice.

“What?”

“You heard my question, answer.”

He sighed, looking at the water.

“I’ve done bad things-“ “answer my question. I know what you have done.”

Negan looked up at you again.

“I’m a piece of shit, I know damn well I am. If you want to kill me for that then do it, but I don’t want to stand here playing these fucking games.”

“Why help Alexandria?”

He sighed.

“Because I wanted to try and make things right with them. I know what I did, I know they have no reason to trust me, but I mean it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I guess I realised there was more then one way to do things, I made the wrong choices now I’m trying to make the right ones.”

You slowly nodded your head.

“I know what it’s like to have your family taken from you, I have nothing left anymore. No home. No people. That place is the closest thing I’ll have to a home even if they hate my guts or want me dead.”

He laughed bitterly.

“Hell, you probably want my ass strung up too. After all I tried to come after your community as well.”

“True, you did. But you never made it.”

“Yeah guess you got some mini ass damn military fortress shit going on here.”

You gestured for him to take a step and he sighed, finally taking one, and you held out your arms so he copied go.

He took another step, extremely unbalanced, close to falling.

“You keep asking to help me people.”

He took another step and you took one backwards.

“Yeah? Is that wrong? Cause last time I checked helping people is the good thing to do.”

He took a step, and again you took one back.

“It is. You want to redeem yourself, redefine the name that is Negan, change it from a horror story to something else.”

“Guess some people aren’t ever gonna change huh?”

He chuckled a little bit, nearly falling but he managed to catch himself.

“People can change. This fall of the world has shown that, bad people turned good, good people turned bad.”

Negan looked at you as you turned the corner backwards, still carefully watching him.

“Seriously? Now you’re just showing off.”

“Do you think you can change?”

Negan sighed heavily.

“I don’t deserve the forgiveness, I know that I deserve to die. Hell, a lot of people would throw a damn party.”

“Do you think you can change?”

Negan turned away and he didn’t reply, and you moved forward which startled him into falling to the side, right into the net.

You walked alongside of him as he climbed it, back to the pier and you stood next to him, facing the community while he faced the water.

“If you want to make Amends, then you work hard to show who you really are, truly are underneath that fake image you’ve built around yourself.”

You walked away and he stood there for a minute before walking away as well.

He didn’t got back to that training ground, instead he just walked around, spent a few hours in his cabin and came back out a few hours later.

He went back to walking, and he stopped at a different part of Lakeshore, a part that he hadn’t been to yet.

You were there, moving from log to log, swinging your sword in your hands, tossing it and catching it.

A few children were watching, and the looked at him, gesturing for him to sit with them so he did.

There was a few other adults there as well, just stood watching as you moved around, knowing exactly where to stand, how to move your sword without burning yourself or catching fire to your cloak.

“Does she do this often?”

One of the children nodded.

You didn’t seem to notice, or if you did you didn’t seem to care, you seemed to be too submerged in your own world to notice the small gathering watching you.

Your words rang inside of his head.

‘If you want to make amends then you show who you really are…’

It had been so long, been that many years Negan wasn’t sure he could remember who he was at this point or if he was too far gone.

Everybody here had fought for hard for so long to remain in the shadows, untouched by the world out there and by other people.

Yet, here he was.

An outsider who had taken communities, taken lives, and he was sitting among them though he didn’t know the names, faces or voices.

He was sitting with them.

And unlike Alexandria they weren’t confining him to a cell, or making him watch the world pass by knowing he couldn’t be part of it.

You had thrown him a lifeline to be part of that world, and as he watched you training by yourself he realised it wasn’t three men that took his people out.

It was you.

One person.

A single woman army.

Ready to take on anything that came after your family, just like he was once, except while he didn’t terrible things you only do what you need to and nothing more.

He pushed himself and he headed to that other training ground, looking at the wooden logs in the water, and he took a deep breath, taking another step

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 9 months

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Alpha’s First Daughter

Summary: You had been on your own for years after escaping the Whisperers. Until you run into a hunter in the woods who's searching for his brother.

The Walking Dead rewrite from Season 9 to Season 11 with you, Y/N, as Daryl Dixon's eventual love interest.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: language, blood, violence, death

Chapter 23-

It had been a few weeks now since you found out about Leah.

You had barely said a word to Daryl since and he didn't try to talk to you either. It was clear he was trying to give you time and space, but deep down, you weren't sure if time or space would change much.

He had cheated on you.

How were you meant to move forward with that?

"Here. Daryl found these on the supply run to the military base." Kelly said, holding out a couple magazines of bullets. "Things still not great between the two of you, huh?"

You sighed, taking the magazines, double checking they were 50 calibre rounds that suited your handgun.

"Yeah. You could say that." You replied, tucking the magazines into your backpack.

"You'll work it out. The two of you have been through so much, I doubt whatever happened could tear you guys apart." Kelly said with a gentle smile.

"Yeah, maybe." You replied, not believing her in the slightest, but you appreciated her reassurance.

"Good luck on the supply run today. Stay safe out there." She said, glancing over at the others who were making their way to the front gate.

Maggie had suggested going to her old groups camp, although it had been taken over by another group, the Reapers. They had killed half of her group and were clearly dangerous, but you needed food and supplies, so you all decided it was worth the risk.

"You guys stay safe here too. We'll be back soon." You said, turning around and jogging to the others.

Daryl caught your eye for a moment, but he didn't say anything before the group of you set out.

After walking for nearly half the day, you had to take refuge and go the long way through the subway tunnels after a thunderstorm forced you underground.

"Alright. Which way?" Daryl asked, looking over at Negan who had been navigating the entire trip.

You were pretty sure that was the only reason why they had all agreed to bring Negan along. He knew the city and the routes better than anyone, he was useful, and Maggie must hate that.

"Not to sound like a broken record, but I think we ought to take a breath, hunker down, and wait for this storm to pass."

"You don't wanna go in there?" Maggie questioned, looking over at him.

"No, I don't."

"I don't give a shit. Which way?"

"He has a point. We don't know what's down here, I think we should wait. Once the storm is clear-" You began to say before Maggie cut you off.

"No. Now, I said, which way?"

Negan sighed, "yellow line north. Switch to blue at Reagan National, then hop the red toward Bethesda."

This was a terrible idea. Going through underground tunnels that hadn't be used for over 10 years... yeah, what could go wrong?

"Come on. Let's go." Daryl instructed, waving the group forward.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" Negan asked, when everyone started following the trainline.

"Why's that? You think we're buddies or something?" Daryl asked, flashing his torch in Negan's eyes as he stared at him before he turned and walked after the others.

You watched Daryl walk off before you glanced over at Negan who was already looking at you.

"Your boyfriend hates me." He muttered in annoyance, slowly walking after the group.

"I don't know if he's my boyfriend anymore."

"Things that bad between you guys?" Negan asked causing your head to snap back in his direction.

Wait, you had said that out loud? Shit.

You sighed, shrugging your shoulders.

"I know something happened when you guys were out hunting. But, for the life of me, I can't figure it out."

"You got nothing better to do than think about other people’s relationships?" You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

Negan chuckled, "Alexandria ain't exactly got any televisions. I gotta get my daily dose of drama from somewhere.”

You rolled your eyes and kept walking.

"You going to tell me or keep me guessing?" He asked after a moment.

"Keeping you guessing sounds good to me."

Negan snorted in amusement but didn’t say anything else as you followed the group. However, you didn't get very far before loud creaking started to echo through the tunnels causing all of you to stop.

"What the hell was that?" Someone questioned as the creaking started to get louder.

"The storm's pushing air through the pipes, making them groan. It's nothing serious." Alden reassured.

That did little to reassure you as the creaking got louder the further you walked, and you feared the tunnel was going to collapse any second.

"Know what that noise actually is?" Negan suddenly asked. "That is God, telling us to turn around."

"I'm pretty sure he would have run that by me first." Gabriel responded.

"Yeah? The Good Lord directed your one eyeball to this?" Negan said, shining his torch at the wall. "Water-line mark. That means this tunnel floods on a regular basis, like when it rains."

"It's bad down here. It's worse up there." Daryl said, ignoring Negan's warning.

"I think we should listen to him." You spoke up.

"Of course, ya do." Daryl muttered, looking between you and Negan.

"Umm, what the hell is that supposed to mean?" You questioned defensively, but Daryl didn't get a chance to answer before Negan continued talking.

"Look, man, all I am saying-"

"And it ain't workin'. Ya tryin' to run shit." Daryl growled, cutting Negan off and taking a step towards him. "Keep movin’."

He glanced at you for a second before he turned around and stormed off, the rest of the group following without a word. You sighed, wanting to say more to Daryl, but you bit your tongue and continued walking.

To your relief, the creaking eventually started to die down, but your nerves about being in this tunnel didn't.

Eventually, you all came to a very quick stop when you found dozens of bodies in bags lying on the ground, blocking your path, except they weren't just bodies, they were walkers inside the bags.

The group worked together and started to stab them. Killing them all just to be on the safe side. You jabbed your sword into bag after bag, killing them when suddenly Gage started to scream.

Quickly, you spun around, raising your sword to find a freakishly large walker attacking the kid from behind.

Negan was the first to move, grabbing the walker and pulling it off Gage before pinning it to the wall with his crowbar against its chest.

Nobody moved as they watched him struggle against the walker and you very quickly realised that nobody else was going to help him even though he was clearly fighting a losing battle against the large walker.

Without hesitation, you quickly pulled out one of your throwing knives from the inside of your boot before you lined up the shot and threw it. The blade pierced straight into the side of the walker's head, sending it falling to the ground, motionless.

Negan quickly looked over at you with wide eyes, not expecting the backup as he gave you a small appreciative nod before yanking your knife out the walker's skull.

"Pay attention so we don't miss anymore." Maggie suddenly called out in annoyance.

"Pay attention?" Negan repeated, looking over at her. "That's it? That's... that's your new big plan? Tell me, Maggie, anything in particular we should be paying attention to?"

"I'm real close to shoving a gag in your mouth." Alden commented causing the others to snicker.

"Well, why don't you get up on your little tippy toes and try?"

"Cut it out. Both of ya." Daryl ordered, glaring at the two of them.

"This kid almost died. I almost died if it wasn't for your girlfriend- or not girlfriend, I'm not really sure." Negan responded causing Daryl's expression to crack.

A flash of emotion washed over the archer hearing those words, but it was gone before you could decipher it.

"Ya don't give a shit 'bout that kid." Daryl muttered, composing himself.

"No, she doesn't give a shit." Negan corrected, pointing at Maggie. "She has been playing dictator since we left, not listening to me, not listening to him. Hell, not even listening to you. We don't know if this tunnel even has a way out. Whoever or whatever killed these rot bags could still be down here. Has that thought crossed anyone's mind?"

"It's crossed mine." You mumbled, taking your throwing knife back from Negan as he continued talking.

"This is a death march, and you are the goddamn pied piper. Now, y'all wanna roll with that shit, that's fine. Knock yourselves out. But not me. Not today. I am out."

"Me, too." Gage agreed. "He's a dick, but he makes sense."

"I'm with you guys." You said, glancing over at them.

This tunnel was a god damn death trap if you had ever seen it. It was a bad idea and you wanted to get the hell out of it as soon as possible.

"We're not splittin' up." Daryl argued, making a point to look at you as he spoke.

"Oh, you do not get to tell me what to do after the shit you did." You responded, folding your arms across your chest. "You're not the boss of me, Dixon."

"Just let them go." One of Maggie's people said in the background. "Negan's supposed to be helping us, but all he's doing is slowing us down."

"We can't. We need him. He knows the city." Maggie explained, seeming unhappy about that fact.

"Oh, is that why I'm here?" Negan asked, joining the conversation once again. "I'm your DC tour guide? What, nobody here know how to read a goddamn map? I'll tell you why I'm here, man-tits. She brought me here to die. If we get through this, I'm not coming back. She'll find a way, she'll find a reason, she'll do it herself. Away from the prying eyes of Alexandria. Here in the jungle."

Negan took a few steps towards the others, glancing over at Daryl before he continued.

"Man, I really thought you were in on it. I did. But see, I can tell from that glazed look in your eyes, you didn't have a clue. None of you did."

"You're paranoid." Gabriel pointed out.

"But I'm right. Look, you all want to put your lives in her hands? Her head isn't even in the game because I'm in her head, living rent-free. So, Maggie, me dying on your terms, it ain't happening. So, what do you say? Let's just get it done. Right here and right now. Because I am not gonna let you drag me through the mud, filth, and slime to put me down like a dog. Like Glenn was."

Oh, saying that was a mistake.

Suddenly, Daryl took a step towards him, slamming his fist into the side of Negan's face, sending the man toppling to the ground.

As much as you agreed with Negan, bringing Glenn into this was crossing the line.

You weren't around back then, but Daryl had told you everything that had happened. You knew the things that Negan had done, you had heard all the stories. But you had also heard those same stories from Negan's side.

You weren't saying that Negan was a good guy. He wasn't. But Daryl's group wasn't good either. They slaughtered a whole outpost in their sleep, that wasn't exactly what good people did.

So, they both did bad things.

You weren't going to take sides, but you found yourself siding with Negan more often than not. However, bringing Glenn into this conversation was uncalled for.

"We're down here because up top is death." Maggie started to say, taking a few steps towards Negan who had pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking up at her. "We're moving fast because our kids are starving. And I'm calling the shots because that's how everyone voted. As for me killing you..."

Suddenly, Maggie pulled out her handgun, flicking the safety off and pointing it at Negan.

"Drop it." You ordered, drawing your Desert Eagle from your holster and aiming it at her.

Negan was your friend. You were not going to let her kill him.

Suddenly, all of Maggie's group aimed their various weapons at you while Daryl stood off to the side, his eyes wide, unsure of what to do.

Maggie glanced over at you for a moment, before dismissing you as a threat and looking back at Negan.

"As for me killing you, it's always on my mind. I'm not gonna tell you that you're wrong about that, because you aren't. The woman who left six years ago is not the one standing over you now. There's a little bit of her left in me, and that little bit is the only thing keeping you breathing. But I don't know how long that's gonna last. So, keep pushing me, Negan. Please."

Maggie kept her gun aimed at him for a few more seconds to make a point before she put it away and you holstered your gun too before the group of you went back to stabbing the bags of walkers.

While you killed the last of the walkers, Gage and Roy had quietly snuck off, taking the supply of ammo and rations with them.

No one had a chance to dwell over it for too long though because out of nowhere, a herd of walkers started coming down the tunnel towards you. You very quickly realised that there were too many to kill and before you knew it, you were all climbing onto the roof of a train cart to get away from them.

Once on the roof, you quietly lowered yourselves into the train through some kind of manhole and quickly took out the few walkers that were inside the cart with ease.

"It's rusted shut." Frost called out, trying and failing to open the door to the next cart.

Shit, you were trapped inside this cart with the herd banging on the windows outside. Perfect.

"Wait, where's Daryl?" You suddenly asked, only just noticing that he wasn't in the cart.

"His dog ran off. He went after it." Father Gabriel answered causing your eyes to widen.

He did what?

"Where's Maggie?" Alden asked, realising that she was also missing.

"She w... she was right behind me." Negan responded, looking around at the group as the walkers outside got louder and louder.

Nobody said anything for a few seconds as you listened to the herd surrounding the train. How the hell were you meant to get out of this? How the hell was Daryl meant to survive being out there chasing his Dog?

"She'd want us to keep moving forward." One of Maggies group suddenly said, breaking the silence.

"Alright, we need to get that door open. Then we'll go from cart to cart until we hit the front of the train. Then we'll hop off and then we just keep going." Gabriel explained and everybody nodded in agreement.

After a lot of hard work and surprisingly good teamwork, the guys managed to get the next door open and you stepped through first, your sword raised, but to your shock the cart was empty.

Finally, something went your way.

Two of the guys quickly started to work on the next door, the rest of you standing guard when suddenly something loud thumped against the train.

You froze, your hands tightening around your sword because that did not sound like a walker.

"Is that the roof?" Alden asked on alert.

Nobody said anything as you listened carefully, the thumping continuing in some kind of rhythm.

"It's below us. It's Morse code. It's SOS." Alden realised, rushing towards the manhole on the floor of the train.

"It has to be Daryl." You said, relief washing over you.

The two of you might not be on the best terms right now, but you still cared about him. Hell, you still loved him, but you were also angry and mad at him.

Frost quickly got the latch open with his crowbar and you watched in shock as Maggie climbed into the train, breathing heavily.

You were too focused on the fact that Daryl was still out there somewhere that you didn't even realise Maggie had marched towards Negan until she slammed the butt of her gun against his head, sending him to the ground with a groan.

"I slipped. He saw, and he left me to die." She shouted angrily.

"Yeah." Negan sighed, standing up and looking over at her. "Okay. So what?"

"You're just admitting it?" Gabriel asked in shock.

"You tried to kill her!" Alden exclaimed.

"No, she was in trouble, and I didn't help. There is a big difference. "

Suddenly, Frost grabbed Negan and pinned him up against the wall of the cart.

"Okay, so who's gonna help you now? Who in here's got your back?" He growled, his face inches away from Negan's.

"I do. Let him go, big man." You warned, drawing your sword and pressing the blade to his neck causing his body to suddenly turn tense.

"One person. You don't need fingers to count that number." One of Maggies other group members said.

"She was just talking about murdering him! Why is he an asshole for not risking his life for someone who wants to kill him? Huh?" You questioned, not lowering the sword.

Negan nodded in agreement, "I have been a golden goddamn asset for every single one of you."

"Yeah, burning Hilltop, that helped, huh?" Alden asked in frustration.

"I killed Alpha, right? So, yeah, I was helpful. 'Cause if I hadn't done that, every person you know, their skull would be on a spike. I did what needed to be done, alright? I am trying."

"Yeah, okay. I'm not buying a word of it." Someone said.

"Same." Frost growled, still holding him against the wall. "Nod and it happens. We can get through the city without him."

"You try and kill him, I will cut your head off. Are we clear?" You threatened, pressing the blade harder against his neck.

"Help! Help me! Help!" A voice suddenly shouted.

You recognised the voice as Gages, but you didn't dare look over at him, keeping your eyes on Frost.

"Leave him." Maggie muttered and the big man reluctantly let go of Negan and you lowered the sword.

"Thanks, kid." Negan said, giving you a small nod.

"Us outcasts gotta stick together." You said, sheathing your sword before Gage continued shouting for help.

"We got lost in the tunnels! Walkers are everywhere." Gage shouted, banging on the far door of the train cart.

Shit, how the hell did he get in here?

"I-I got a door open on the far end." Gage explained, as if he could read your mind as the group of you rushed down the cart towards him.

"Did you close it?" Gabriel asked, but the way Gage stuttered was enough of an answer.

Negan stepped forward trying the door handle, but it didn't open.

"Hey, this one seems a bit looser. Sasquatch, gimme a hand."

"We open that, they'll all get in." Maggie argued.

You looked over Gage's shoulder at the walkers that were stumbling in the cart behind him. There was a lot of them, but they were far enough away to open the door.

"There's enough time. Open it!" You shouted.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but she's right. He's right there." Alden agreed pointing at the kid through glass slat in the door.

"I know he is." Maggie replied.

"The hell with you." Alden said, rushing towards the door, trying to pry it open.

You quickly stepped forward too, trying to help him open it when suddenly Frost grabbed the two of you, pulling you away from the door.

"Are you insane? Move!" Alden shouted as you fought against the big man, but he was way too strong as his grip tightened around your arm, holding you back.

"Fucking let go of me!" You shouted, yanking your arm uselessly as you listened to Gage beg for his life. "He's just a kid! You can't let him die."

Maggie simply shook her head, ignoring yours and Alden's attempts to persuade her and there was nothing you could do except watch as Gage stabbed himself in the chest before the walkers attacked him.

"If that was Glenn or Hershel, you would've saved him." You said, turning towards Maggie when Frost finally released your arm. "And you think Negan is the monster."

You didn't wait for Maggie to respond before you stormed past her, bumping your shoulder into hers roughly as you walked down the train cart, sitting in the chair furthest away from them all.

You sat there fiddling with a loose thread on your jeans, thinking about Daryl still out there knowing there was a high possibility that he was dead right now.

He was probably dead, and he died thinking that you hated him.

Fuck.

"You okay, kid?" Negan asked softly, sitting down in the seat opposite you.

You shrugged your shoulders, refusing to look at him as you fought back the tears burning in your eyes.

"You couldn't have saved Gage. It's not your fault.”

"What about Daryl? I could've stopped him from running off... now he might be dead."

"He's not dead."

"You don't know that." You whispered, looking over at him sadly.

Negan's expression softened, taking in the unshed tears in your eyes.

"Daryl loves you. Whatever is going on between the two of you, it doesn't change that. I see the way he looks at you, he still loves you and he won't let himself die before making things right with you. He's stubborn like that."

"He is really stubborn."

Negan smiled and nodded in agreement before the others all started to sit down on the various seats in the cart, nobody talking as the sounds of the walkers growling and banging on the door filled the silence.

You weren't sure how long you all sat there for, but Gage had finally turned and was now banging against the door as well, everyone refusing to look at him.

"He was scared, but he didn't deserve to die like that... in the worst way imaginable." Alden said, standing up for Gage when Gabriel called him a 'coward' for running.

"There are worse ways. A lot worse." Maggie suddenly said. "Before I found Elijah and his people... Hershel and I were alone for a long time. One day, we came across this frail old man..."

Maggie continued along with her story about how the old man had lots of supplies and that her and Hershel were starving, so they helped him take the supplies to his house, but it was a trap. She went on with the story, that you'd silently admitted would have been terrifying, but she put herself in that situation.

"I don't feel anything when I tell you that. Do you understand me? Because that is what's out there." She said, finally finishing her story.

You rolled your eyes, unable to hold yourself back as you spoke up.

"Is that story meant to make us feel sorry for you?"

That caught Maggie's attention, hell, it caught everyone's attention as they all looked over at you.

"You left, Maggie. You took your son, and you left Hilltop. Hilltop was safe, it had food, water, shelter, but you abandoned your community. So, don't go trying to spin some horror story about poor Maggie Rhee alone and starving because you did that to yourself and your son the second you left the safety of Hilltop."

"The safety of Hilltop?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows at you. "Hilltop's destroyed! Does it look safe to you? No. And that's your fault. Yeah, I heard about your mother and the Whisperers. Hilltop's on you."

"And where were you?!" You snapped, abruptly standing up from your seat as you stared at her. "Where the hell were you?"

"Huh?"

"Where were you when Hilltop was burning? Hilltop needed you! Jesus. Enid. Tara. Everyone. They all needed you, but you weren't there! You abandoned all of us and now they're dead." You shouted, before Negan quickly stood up, stepping in front of you.

"Easy. The more we yell, the more those walkers try and get in." He pointed out, nodding over his shoulder at the door they were banging against.

Shit, he was right.

You sighed, "damnit. Let's just get that other door open."

"You heard her, who's going to help open that door?" Negan asked, looking around at the others.

To your shock, Frost stepped up with a crowbar and between him and Negan, they eventually got the door open an inch, but it was blocked, and they couldn't open it further.

While they continued fighting with the blocked door, the rest of you all rushed to the other end of the cart when the walkers finally busted through the door.

Despite being annoyed with Maggie and her group hating you, you all worked together as you swung your sword, taking them down, one after the other.

"Hey! They're coming in from this side too!" Frost shouted.

Shit.

"You still got your gun?" Maggie asked, looking over at you.

You nodded, "yeah."

"Good." She said, holding out her handgun towards Negan who hesitantly took it. "You two go and help back there."

You glanced over at Negan who nodded before the two of you rushed down the cart. You sheathed your sword and drew your handgun, relieved that Daryl had found spare magazines for it a few days ago.

"Back up." Negan called out as you reached the other door.

The two men quickly stepped out the way before you and Negan peaked through the tiny gap of the door and started shooting at the walkers.

"Shit, I need to reload." You swore when your slide racked back, the magazine empty.

"Me too." Came Negan's response.

You quickly ejected the empty magazine, grabbing the spare from your pocket and slamming it into the mag well before sudden gunshots erupted from the other side of the door.

Who the hell was that?

"Told you, he's too stubborn to die." Negan said and your eyes widened as you looked back through the gap in the door to find Daryl taking down the walkers.

Holy shit, he was alive.

Within seconds, Daryl took out the walkers and frantically unblocked the door as you and Negan pushed against it until it finally opened.

"It's open! Hurry!" Negan shouted as the others all started to run down the cart away from the walkers and through the door.

"Get behind something!" Daryl yelled once everyone was through the door.

You quickly ducked behind one of the chairs, watching as Daryl pulled out a grenade from his pocket and shoved it into the mouth of the closest walker before kicking it backwards into the other cart and slamming the door closed.

The entire train shook when the grenade exploded, walker guts splattering over the see-through slat in the door.

Slowly, you all stood up from behind your makeshift shields and looked around at each other in shock, but you were just staring at Daryl, unable to believe that he was alive. Daryl must have sensed you were looking over at him because his head suddenly turned towards you, those crystal blue eyes locking with yours.

You didn't hesitate or think as you strode the remaining distance between the two of you before you threw your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

Daryl's entire body tensed as you hugged him, seemingly caught off guard by the sudden action.

"What-" Daryl started to say in confusion before Negan cut him off.

"Just hug her back, man. A lot has happened."

A second later, Daryl's arms wrapped around your body.

"M'sorry." He whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"I'm still mad at you." You mumbled into his chest, and you felt Daryl nod. "But don't ever leave me like that again."

"I won't. I won't. I promise, sweetheart."

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Negan are you still so sideways in the brain that you think unnecessary acts of aggression are equal in morality to self defense

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Negan, walking a free man after saving Judith, Lydia, killing Alpha and aiding in the defeat of The Whisperers

Maggie:

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He had it comin’

They hurt you I hurt them part 2

Trigger warnings: rape word, mention of SA, gore, revenge, dark themes, usual twd stuff. If you’re sensitive to any of these then please read at your own discretion. Thank you.

“Did you kill him?”

That was the first thing you could even say, it had been a month or so since what had happened… you weren’t fully healed but you were much better. It was more the mental and emotional trauma more than anything but you were strong. Daryl was covered in blood his knuckles painted in the crimson liquid his breathing heavy, the hair that always hovered just over his eyes was drenched in a mixture of sweat and blood his eyes a fierce angry blue. “Nah,” his words were rough as he shook his head visibly affected by it all. He since the incident had been protective over you, incredibly protective but you couldn’t blame him. You remained quiet waiting for him to say something else, “I sent him to hell” you struggled to find your own words as he spoke a slight gulp coming from you. He had murdered a man because of you? “He deserved it. He had it comin’ y/n. He hurt you” he spat out anger evident in his tone but you shook your head “no-“ “yes y/n! The man raped you! He deserved every fucking thing that I put him through.” He exclaimed throwing his arms up in the air “and don’t you dare say he didn’t deserve it because he did, he fucked you up emotionally, mentally and physically! He ruined you! He hurt you once… that meant he would do it again… that’s why I killed him. Because he hurt you… but also because I know if he was able to have time with you again he would do much worse than what he did before.” He spoke firmly, his chest rising and falling rather quickly eyes full of troubled thoughts and feelings as he began to pace back and forth, usually you and Daryl were good at communicating but ever since you had been hurt he had been really difficult to talk to, he had been difficult all together. He kept things from you so you wouldn’t get hurt on a mission with him… even if he meant good by it to try and protect you it still hurt, as if he thought you were weak or something.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered his pacing soon stopping as he ran a hand over his face shaking his head “you’ve got nothing to be sorry for… I’m sorry for getting so angry about this.” He murmured his blood still boiling. His next target were the whisperers and alpha. Maybe he would have to get Negan’s help for that bitch. Daryl lost slept over you being hurt, he couldn’t sleep… imagining everything you went through… the pain… the fear… gods did it keep him up at night. It practically tortured him. It held him in a merciless chokehold until it was the only and last thing he could think about. It was traumatising. Even his own trauma wasn’t as bad as this… with his own trauma he could keep it down where he forgot about it but knowing you got hurt really messed with his head. “How did you kill him?” Your words struck something within him and he paused looking at you “that don’t matter,” he grunted out and you raised your brows “of course it matters!” You said wanting to know but he shook you off “I need a shower… just rest alright?” He mumbled “but you never take a shower…. You…” you soon fall silent as you sigh knowing you wouldn’t get it out of him. He was one stubborn man and as annoying as it was you knew he had a good reason to keep it from you…

~the revenge~

It didn’t take long for him to find the man who hurt you… he was tall. Much bigger than Daryl. Almost like Beta but slightly shorter. Probably about 6’10 so not much taller than Daryl but still tall enough to overpower someone. Daryl wasn’t going to have any mercy. Not now not ever. What this prick had coming for him was well deserved. He soon pursed his lips as he whistled loudly the tall man turning in the direction where Daryl was, hidden just behind a tree- the dark woods aided him by hiding him well… he aligned his crossbow before firing watching as the arrow whistled through the air before piercing straight through the man’s knee, rendering him to his knees as an agonised cry left his lips. How funny… he went down just like that. As Daryl came out of the shadows the man became more and more angry or well maybe scared he wasn’t quite sure. “Who the hell are you man?” He asked but Daryl didn’t respond grabbing a hold of the man’s hair yanking him backwards as he felt onto the floor “your worst nightmare” he found himself saying angrily as he pointed the crossbow directly at his face “you fuckin’ move and I will make this longer.” he warned his blue eyes shining with pure rage his finger teasing the trigger of his crossbow awaiting to fire if the man tried anything but when he didn’t Daryl shook his head taking a step back loosely swinging his crossbow over his shoulder before he crouched down so he could be at eye level with the man, not saying a word his eyes saying enough. It was pure silence. The only sound being the slight comfort of the howling wind but the archer saw that as mother natures way of telling him to murder this man and so without another word Daryl reached out wrapping his hand around the arrow in the man’s knee, it was piercing out through the back of his knee proving it had gone through and through- through the socket and everything…

“Why the hell did you do it.” He spat out and the man stared silently “do what.” He had the audacity to say, not even ask, the amusement in his eyes only adding insult to injury. “Why did you rape her” he asked his jaw clenched, the man chuckling “I didn’t touch her. I’m not that type of man.” Not that type of man huh what a fucking prick. Daryl’s anger only became fuelled more and more as he tightened his grip on the arrow “I’m gonna give you one last fuckin’ chance. You tell me why the hell you hurt her and I will spare your dumbass” he seethed out, the man only finding amusement out of it “and I’m gonna give you one more chance to hear that I didn’t touch her how many-“ he spoke but Daryl didn’t let him finish his sentence off as he was quick to rip the arrow out of his knee the sound of bone and cartilage snapping rang through his ears the man’s screams piercing through his ears as well, he remained deathly silent watching as blood spurted out of his knee “you fucking crazy bastard! I didn’t fucking touch her!” He yelled out, daryl quickly standing up his foot coming in contact with the man’s face kicking him back down twisted groans of agony filling the air as the man writhed in pain “yes you did. Don’t lie.” He muttered already having enough of his bullshit but he knew he would need a little more persuading seemingly and so Daryl dug the arrow into the ground for later use before wrapping his hand around the man’s throat yanking him up his free hand beginning to land constant punches… over and over and over… watching as his face went from a pale colour to an almost terrifyingly red colour, his face now the colour of a tomato practically… his nose was pouring with blood, his teeth covered in the crimson liquid too… “gonna admit it now?” He asked but when the man remained silent Daryl chuckled “fine.”

He knew it was inhumane but what the man did to y/n was even more inhumane. But this was justifiable. The man’s actions prior to Daryl’s revenge most definitely wasn’t justified. It was simply pure evil. He knelt down beside him again unsheathing his knife as he forcefully lifted the man’s already wounded knee up as his screams rang throughout the forest “yeah keep screaming, the dead will finish you faster than I will.” He said coldly before he without even warning stabbed the knife in and out… over and over… of the man’s knee. Constantly. Until his entire leg was covered in blood, the man’s screaming turning into weak begs

“Okay okay I’m sorry… i- I did… I just… i just hadn’t seen a woman in a while.”

His words fucked with Daryl the wrong way, rubbing him off the wrong way completely and his rage had began to get uncontrollable “I know that ain’t the truth, but you ain’t worth my time or breath.” He said before hovering just over the man as he pulled the arrow out of the mud, the tip of the arrow covered in mud before Daryl grasped a hold of the man’s chin keeping him still “I hope you stay alive for hours… you better hope god does exist.” He whispered to the man before bringing the arrow down the arrow piercing through his eye and penetrating straight into his brain, his heavy breathing stilling, his body going limp and Daryl stood up wiping off his knife on his trousers before he without even much of a reaction walked away, acting as if he had done nothing but he didn’t care. The man had gotten exactly what he deserved… no love… no mercy… no care… simply cold hearted painful death.

The days passed by, one by one- but each and every one of those days Daryl was scavenging the woods looking for the whisperers or mainly alpha and so once he found them all he was quick to kill each and every one of them, not on his own of course- he had the help of everyone else, making sure you stayed home safe and sound but seeing alpha laying there dead, head decapitated from her body, it felt good. So fucking good knowing the big bad wolf so to speak was finally defeated… finally. And Daryl didn’t just want them dead because he wanted to get justice for you, no- he wanted them all dead because then you would be more likely to not be hurt again by bastards like them.

“So they’re all dead?” Your voice was quiet your head resting upon Daryl’s chest as he held you in his embrace, dog laying on the foot of the bed. Daryl nodded his head “yeah.” He murmured and you let out a soft sigh as you looked up to him “thank you.” Your voice was soft and gentle before you pressed a kiss to his cheek in a way to thank him further, a pink flush forming on his cheeks and you smiled lightly. “You ever gonna tell me how you killed him?” You asked and Daryl glanced down at you “shoved an arrow through his eye” he said and you winced your stomach churning “want to hear more?” He asked amusement in his tone but you quickly shook your head “no… I’m pretty aware of the fact an arrow through the eye cannot cause that much blood so I’ll stay curious for this one..” you murmured making a light chuckle leave his lips “mhm… details ain’t necessary… just gotta be glad he never gonna touch you again.” He murmured and you nodded very relieved about it. All you had to know was the fact that he had it comin’ he deserved everything that he endured.

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Undone in Sorrow Part 5/10 (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)

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Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader

Summary: Rick returns to Hilltop and learns about the condition you're in.

A/N:

TW: The second flashback in this part involves premature stillbirth and is pretty angsty. Feel free to skip over it if you don’t want to read it.

There's some tension between Maggie and Rick here that wasn’t there in the show

Warnings: TW: premature stillbirth, Rick is a little broken and very raw and vulnerable in his emotions here, angst, sick and unconscious reader, pregnant reader, you and Rick are true mates but that is extremely rare and considered a myth, there are consequences to Rick’s behavior that are linked to the true mate bond.

Word Count: 3,684

Dividers by: @cafekitsune + @newlips

You might be holding the last light I see

Before the dark finally gets a hold of me

Now

Maggie was at your side again, her mind troubled as she held on tightly to one of your icy cold hands. Gregory’s attempt to get rid of you and hand you right over to the Saviors had rightfully angered her, but she was mostly just worried over you still not waking up.

Her nose screwed up as she caught a trace of Negan’s scent again, as it clung to your body like a parasite. She hadn’t noticed it at first, but the longer you stayed unconscious, the more prominent it seemed to get.

It was hard, to sit there and smell him – the man who had killed her husband. But her concern over you, her sister who she loved... that allowed her to push it aside for now. Carson finished checking your heartrate and she glanced at him, seeing the tense expression he had.

“Still no better?” She asked him.

“No,” he answered. “It’s worse. If her heartrate gets any lower…”

He trailed off, but Maggie knew that it wouldn’t be good.

“She smells like… like him,” she said, changing the subject in an attempt to get her mind off your worsening condition. “I can’t smell Rick anymore… I know he scented her that… that night, but it should have faded by now, right?”

“Yes,” the doctor agreed with a tired sigh. “Even with just a regular mating bond, Rick’s scent should have overpowered another alpha’s. Maggie, I know you’re angry with him, but he should be here. He’s probably the only one who can help her.”

“Yeah, he should be here. The whole reason she’s like this is because of him.”

Carson went to reply, but he was cut off by a knock on the trailer door. He just gave her a nod, since she was closer, and she moved to open it. Sasha stood there, slightly hesitant.

“Maggie, you’ll want to see this…” the other woman said.

“Okay,” she replied, before turning to Carson. “I’ll come back later to check on her.”

When she stepped out of the trailer, Maggie saw that the gates were open, and her eyes fell on the person who had made everything harder than it had to be. It was bad enough with what Negan had done. She had lost enough people; she wasn’t about to lose the only family she had left. Especially not because of a stubborn alpha.

“Maggie,” he greeted her with trepidation, like he wasn’t sure what to say.

She regarded Rick coldly, her eyes narrowing at him. It annoyed her that he wasn’t completely sick with worry and guilt, like he should have been, when you, his omega, were in a dangerous condition.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked when Maggie didn’t say anything back.

She bit back the countless snarky responses she could have said – the most prominent in her mind being to ask him why he suddenly cared. Instead, she looked away, back towards the medical trailer.

“She’s sick,” Maggie replied.

Rick didn’t waste time, already moving towards the trailer as he spoke his next words to her.

“Is it the baby?” He asked in frantic concern.

“No, Rick,” she reached out, grabbing hold of his arm and halting him. “The baby’s fine but… look, before you go barging in there, just let me explain.”

“What’s wrong with her?” He grit out, fighting his instinct to go to you straight away.

“We… we don’t know. But she’s been unconscious for days and – Rick!”

He had pulled himself out of her grasp at the words, not hesitating any longer before striding over and opening the trailer door. Maggie could only follow, taking in the shocked look on Carson’s face and the way Rick froze at the sight of you.

Then

You smiled while lying quietly in bed. Rick’s lips kissed along your shoulder, as his chest pressed against your back. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist, allowing his fingertips to ghost along the bump of your pregnant stomach. He was tracing loving patterns against the place where your unborn child lay.

You let out a content sigh as his lips moved up the curve of your neck before making contact with your mating gland and causing your body to arch back into him. You felt his lips smile against your skin before he continued to give attention to the sensitive spot and your body continued to react positively.

Ever since you claimed one another, your bodies had become even more receptive whenever you touched the mark of each other’s mating bites. He knew exactly what he was doing to you as he kissed and licked and sucked along the delicate skin. It left your mind in a daze and caused you to feel like his scent was everywhere, as it conveyed his deep love and adoration for you.

But then there was a fluttering feeling that pulsed through your lower belly and you both became still.

“Did you feel that?” He asked quietly.

“Was that…?”

“Yeah, they’re kicking,” Rick let out a soft laugh, expressing his amazement at the precious moment you were both sharing.

Another bubbly feeling spread within your lower abdomen, and he flattened out his hand, pressing his palm against the skin to feel it more clearly.

“Do you think they’re a boy or a girl?” You asked him.

“I don’t know,” he answered gently, his thumb rubbing lightly against your stomach. “I don’t care either way.”

He rested his chin against your shoulder and continued to absentmindedly caress your skin, even now that the movements had stopped.

“I just wonder what they’ll be like,” you mused. “If they’ll be more like you, or me. Or if maybe they’ll be a perfect mix of both of us.”

“I hope they’re more like you,” he revealed.

“Why?”

Rick tilted his head to place sweet and affectionate kisses along your shoulder again.

“Because…” he murmured against your skin. “Because you’re perfect and beautiful and I love you.”

An uncontrollable smile spread across your lips at his words and your hand moved to rest on top of his own, the one still sitting on your stomach. He turned it until his palm was against yours, and then he linked your fingers together.

“You’re perfect,” you told him softly. “I love you so much, Rick.”

He moved you both so that you were lying on your back and he could look down into your eyes. His gaze conveyed how your words affected him, with his expression so soft and ardent. Then his head was dipping down so that he could capture your lips with his. Your heart fluttered and your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer.

Now

Rick’s chest tightened as he looked at you, so still and lifeless. He only paused briefly from the shock of it before he strode over to your side and took one of your hands in his. Then his head shot up to look at the doctor because of how icy your skin was.

“She’s freezing,” he snapped, his eyes narrowing and glaring accusingly at Carson.

“That’s the problem,” Maggie said from behind him, her tone as cold as your skin felt. “We’ve tried, but we haven’t been able to get her temperature back up.”

“We think it’s because of your bond,” Carson tried to explain, his voice far gentler than your sister’s.

“What do you mean?” Rick asked, forcing himself to calm down.

Every part of him was on edge as your icy hand burned coldly against his own. He didn’t miss the strong smell of Negan that was clinging to you, but he was relieved when it started to fade, gradually being replaced by his own, even without him scenting you.

“Well, it’s just theories,” Carson said uncertainly, but Rick nodded for him to continue. “I think it might be a mix of things. Everything that happened that night, along with Negan forcing his scent on her and then you leaving without scenting her yourself… her body might have taken it as a rejection from you.”

Rick hung his head, the guilt swirling through him instantly. If he had known something like this would happen, he never would have left you behind.

“But why is she so cold?” He asked, all the while noting that your hand had at least become slightly warmer as he held it in his own.

“I don’t know,” Carson replied. “But her scent has become worse, mixed with his, like her body is trying to force you to scent her and show that you haven’t rejected your bond. Or it could be countless other things. I mean, an alpha is always supposed to protect their omega, so maybe it’s just her body’s way of telling you that she needs you.”

Rick knew the doctor wasn’t trying to rub salt into the wound, but his words did that all the same. He tried to ignore it, focusing back on you instead. His thumb rubbed soothing circles against the back of your hand and then he realized, once again, that it didn’t feel as icy.

“She feels a little warmer,” Rick decided to tell him, hoping that maybe it was a good sign.

Carson got up, moving to test it himself. He felt your forehead and frowned.

“She feels the same,” the doctor said, not noticing what Rick did.

“Here,” he held your hand out to Carson.

The doctor took hold of it, feeling the slight warmth that had returned to your skin. Then his fingers moved to the inside of your wrist, checking your pulse.

“Her heart rate’s picked up again,” Carson said after a moment, turning his attention back to Rick. “You being here is good.”

Rick just nodded, not allowing himself to become too relieved yet. You still weren’t awake or even moving.

“Can I have a minute?” He asked the doctor. “Alone with her.”

“Of course,” Carson replied, understanding.

The doctor got up to leave and Maggie followed him out silently. Rick had almost forgotten she was even there. He focused all of his attention on you, lifting your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your cold fingers.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice cracking on the word. “I’m sorry…”

You were so lifeless as you laid there, and it broke his heart. He moved his other hand to gently caress your cheek and stroke some of your hair as his emotions began to catch up with him. Guilt was the most prominent, as he remembered the way he’d spoken to you last. How he’d pulled away from your attempts to touch him.

Tears welled in Rick’s eyes at the hopelessness he now felt, because it was even worse than before. Just like the night Glenn and Abraham died, he believed – no, knew – that this was his fault.

“Please, Y/N,” he begged, choking on a sob. “I need you. Please wake up.”

But you remained the same, with your only movements being the slight rise and fall of your chest and stomach and you breathed in and out. Your hand at least felt almost back to its normal temperature, but Rick desperately needed you to be awake and conveying that same warmth through your gaze and words.

“Baby, I can’t do this without you,” he cried, the tears spilling over and his shoulders shaking from the sobs that left him. “I’m so sorry, please wake up.”

It was no use though, and Rick’s head fell heavily against the hand that still held yours, pressing his forehead against your joined fingers in despair.

Then

Rick felt weary when he returned after exiling Carol from the prison. He didn’t like having to make that kind of decision, but he knew it was the right one. As he headed inside, he turned his focus back to you and his worry over your sick condition returned.

You were nearing the end of your second trimester now, and the fact that you’d caught the flu going around was bad enough, let alone when you were pregnant. He hated not being able to see you, with you being quarantined.

So, when Rick caught sight of Hershel, he was relieved. He wanted to ask how you were and if there had been any improvement. But the relief was fleeting, because then he saw the traces of blood on your father and the heavy look of grief on his face as he looked back at Rick.

“Hershel…” he said hesitantly, already sensing that something had happened, he just hoped it wasn’t to do with you.

But when Hershel shook his head despondently, Rick knew that it was.

“We…” Hershel paused briefly, clearing his throat to hold back his emotion. “We lost the baby, Rick.”

Rick’s face twisted as a mix of denial, grief and agony washed over him.

“No,” he breathed out, unable to accept it, let alone the fact that he hadn’t even been there.

“I’m sorry, I did what I could,” Hershel continued, eyeing his son-in-law with a mix of pity and the hurt he was also feeling himself at the loss of his first grandchild.

“Y/N, is she…?”

“She’s okay, physically.”

But the words of assurance weren’t enough, and Rick had to see you himself. So, he began walking again, moving to head past Hershel and towards the quarantine area.

“Rick, you can’t see her,” Hershel tried to stop him. “You need to stay away from the sick.”

But he ignored your father, intent on seeing you. He wasn’t going to leave you alone after something like that. Hershel didn’t intervene again, seeming to relent to the fact.

Rick found something to cover most of his face before he entered the area, and then his eyes instantly found you, quiet and forlorn. He didn’t waste time, crossing the room in long strides to reach you. Your body sensed him through your bond after the first step, causing you to look up and then frown at his appearance.

“Rick,” you said, voice tired and weak. “You shouldn’t be here.”

He ignored you, getting down beside you and pulling you into his arms. Your head fell against his chest as your body gave in to the comfort it so desperately sought.

“I’m not going anywhere, ‘mega,” he murmured, blinking back tears as the reality crashed over him.

“Alpha, I…” you trailed off, unable to get the words out before your shoulders were shaking with sobs.

“Shh,” he soothed you. “It’s okay, I know.”

He tried to remain strong, to be there for you, but his own grief was taking over as he realized that it was undeniably true. Your baby was gone and there was nothing either of you could do about it.

“I–I’m sorry,” you stammered, your tears soaking through his shirt.

“Y/N…” he pulled back so that he was able to look you in the eye. “It’s not your fault, okay?”

He stroked your cheek and then tucked some hair behind your ear, looking at you with a mix of concern and sadness. Your own expression showed that you didn’t believe him though.

“I mean it,” he insisted, his concern momentarily overcoming his grief.

“I just…”

You couldn’t get the words out, your tears overcoming you again and he brushed his thumbs against your cheeks, attempting to wipe them all away.

“I know,” he said, understanding. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m here.”

You dipped your head down, looking away from him, so Rick pulled you back into his warm embrace and just held you. He gently ran his fingers along your back, trying to soothe you in any way he could, and eventually your tears calmed down and your body settled.

But he knew it wouldn’t be the last time your emotions got the best of either of you. So, he was determined to ensure that he was there for you through it all. For the time being though, Rick just continued to hold you and take his own comfort in the embrace, trying to sort through his emotions and overcome the overwhelming sense of grief within him.

Now

Your hand became clammy as it was still held in Rick’s own and he lifted his head back up, wiping away his tears with his free hand. Then he tested the skin further up your arm, finding it still just as icy as your hand had been.

He knew that his touch and his presence were doing something, because he could no longer detect Negan’s overbearing scent. So, he lifted your hand up and rubbed his cheek gently against the scent gland on the inside of your wrist, trying to see if it would help.

After a while, the skin there warmed up and he felt a small sense of relief at the fact. But the most important scent gland was your mating one, the one on your neck and he just knew somehow that it would have a greater effect on warming you up if he scented you there.

The idea gave him some hope, so he stood up and moved your body so that he could join you on the small medical bed. Rick slid in behind you, letting your back rest against his chest before he tilted his head down and pressed his nose to the claiming bite he had left long ago.

He froze as your body seemed to melt into him, and then his head snapped back up and his arms tightened around your waist in reflex.

“Y/N?”

You didn’t respond, either verbally or physically, but he still became determined to continue and see if it helped. So, Rick returned his attention to your mating gland, letting his cheek rub against the slightly raised skin there, scenting you and feeling your cold and icy body gradually regain some of its warmth.

“Baby, come on,” he murmured softly against your skin. “Please wake up.”

It wasn’t the desperate and helpless plea he had given you before. He had a renewed sense of hope at how your skin was warmer and the way your body was relaxed against him. Rick just instinctively knew that you had to come back to him sooner or later.

His scent had become mingled with yours again, exactly how it was always supposed to be. The fact gave him comfort and allowed his own body to feel at ease again. He was still like that, his face buried into the curve of your neck, scenting you over and over, when the door of the trailer opened again.

Rick looked up to see Maggie, still distant and reserved in the way she regarded him. He understood though, so he tried not to read into it too much.

“She looks a lot better,” your sister observed.

Rick shifted you both again, moving to get up and leave you for now. At least your body had returned to its normal temperature and as he got up from the bed and looked down at you, Rick saw that the color had returned to your skin.

“Maggie, I’m sorry,” he said, turning his attention back to your sister.

The words were simple, but they implied a lot, because he was sorry for numerous things. For inciting Negan’s anger, for failing to get her to Hilltop, for Glenn’s death and for leaving you and causing her to just have one more thing to deal with.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” she answered coldly.

Rick just nodded, not wanting to push her even more.

“I shouldn’t have left her,” he admitted quietly, his hand seeming to have a mind of its own as it sought yours out again.

“No,” Maggie agreed tersely. “You shouldn’t have. We have enough problems already, so you’d better not leave her again, Rick.”

“I won’t,” he replied with conviction. “We’ll stay here until she’s better, then I’ll take her back to Alexandria.”

“And Negan?”

“What about him?”

“We need to fight back, Rick! Don’t tell me you’re just gonna let him walk all over you and force you – force all of us to submit. He needs to pay for what he’s done!”

“What do you want me to do, Maggie?” He argued back, his voice raising in frustration. “You want me to get us all killed?”

“Better that than letting him win!”

“Are you even hearing yourself? I’m not risking any more of us. Hasn’t he done enough?”

“Exactly!” She yelled, her anger coming out in full force. “He’s already done enough. We can’t let him have power over us and eventually do something worse!”

“He’s not going to do anything as long as we follow his rules.”

“Follow his – Rick, are you even hearing yourself? We are better than this, stronger than this! We always fight back.”

“Not this time, Maggie. I’m not losing anyone else.”

“And what about the people he’s already made us lose? What about Abraham? What about Gle – …what about Glenn?”

Rick’s anger died down at the mention of them, as he was reminded of the pain their loss had brought.

“Maggie… we don’t have the firepower, the resources to fight him.”

“Then we find it,” she insisted. “I’m not saying we have to go and fight him right now, but we can’t just let this be it. We can take our time, wait until we’re strong enough to beat him.”

Rick was about to answer, but then he froze in shock as he felt a pressure against his hand and the words died in his mouth. His eyes fell down to where your fingers were entwined with his and saw yours squeeze against his once again.

All other thoughts left his mind, as he slowly allowed his gaze to trail up your body and to your face. He just managed to catch the moment your eyes fluttered open, and your brow furrowed. Your gaze seemed to instantly focus on him, and he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his lips.

“Rick?”

Your voice was weak and slightly hoarse from lack of use.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he gently replied, his smile widening into a relieved and happy grin.

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Alone || Nothing New

The group had set up camp for the night, though Natalia was restless, she wanted to go home, she needed to go home, and she was pissed at her friend for being the one to convince her to go.

She needed to be with her kids, it was killing her to not know what was going on, and how she acted out, she was terrified that anything could happen to them, where would Alpha draw the line? She'd proven plenty of times before that she didn't care for the lives of children.

Natalia was nervously scratching at her arm, staring into the firey flames as she thought of every bad scenario that could happen, she couldn't help it, that was until the distraction of Carol walking away, brought her back.

"She ain't been the same since she got off that boat." Daryl told Michonne. "Maybe she's better off on it. Found some peace, you know."

"Hey. She belongs with us." Michonne told him. "She ain't sleeping either. She's out all night looking for them."

"We gotta take care of them." Natalia stood up from the log. "This isn't like Negan, no ones holding the weight of peace over our heads. You shouldn't of stopped her." She looked at Michonne.

"Nat, this is different."

"Don't talk to me like that, Mich. I know what the stakes are and what they're-"

"Are you, do you really, cause that punch you threw earlier, doesn't have me so convinced that you do." Michonne snapped.

"You're lucky it was just a punch. After what she did, what she's done, and to do this! Sometimes it feels like Rick never really left, cause you filled his spot, just rolling over and taking whatever shit is handed to us."

"Don't you dare-" Michonne pointed at her, her jaw clenched.

"Do you even know why we left, Michonne? Why we ran away to live in the woods? Because I couldn't stand to be in that place any longer, to hear the things people said about that man, having my daughter go behind my back and converse with him, keeping him around as a constant reminder to them, to us about what he did, what he did to us, to me! Whilst you all defended him! And now, he's out walking about, with freedom, getting to do what the hell he feels like doing, gaining sympathy from the people who forgot, being around my children!"

"And he's the one who saved the twins!" Michonne shouted.

"He what?" Daryl tuned into the conversation, the one he had been desperately trying to block out.

"Oh, yeah! Your wife never bothered to mention this to you." Michonne turned to him.

"Mich, stop, just shut up." Natalia shook her head.

"During the snow storm, which was, hm let me think, five months ago! As they were evacuating everyone to Aaron's house, the twins ended up wandering off and getting lost, Negan was the one to go out and find them, bring them back, not Nat, but he did, when no one else bothered."

"You know full well it wasn't li-"

"Nat." Daryl growled.

"Daryl, honey, it wasn't like that, we had no choice-"

"You didn't tell me?" He asked. "Why the hell didn't you tell me!"

"Because I knew you would react like this!"

"Bullshit! I had a right to know that ma girls almost died when I weren't even there, then to find out he saved them-"

"Exactly, you are never here!"

She couldn't elaborate further as gun shots ran out, alerting everyone.

"Carol." The three muttered as they ran towards the sound.

"What happened?" Daryl asked her as she got up from the ground.

"Whisperers. Three of them." She explained.

"Walkies on. Split up, north, west. We'll take east. Capture! Do not kill!"

"Yeah, because why the hell would we wanna do that?" Natalia snarked.

"Let's go." Michonne gritted through her teeth.

"Way ahead of you."

The four walked staggeredly apart, all with things on their mind but no time to delve into it, instead, they focused on the task at hand, but there was nothing to find.

"No sign of them anywhere" Michonne shared, after speaking to Laura on the walkie. "No traces, no tracks, nothing. You're sure you saw three?" She asked Carol.

"Yeah. I'm sure."

"Carol... how long you been taking those pills for?" She looked down at the bottle in Carol's hand.

"Since I got back. It's fine. They're like coffee. We can't stay out here."

"Alright. Find a place with walls, hole up for a little while." Daryl suggested. "Get some sleep."

Natalia scoffed, turning away.

"Something you'd like to say, Nat?" Michonne called her out.

"What's the point in wasting my breath, clearly whatever I think wouldn't matter to you, cause oh right, I'm out here, aren't I." She stomped forward.

They had reached an academy High school, meeting up with the others there.

Michonne was the first to enter, waiting a moment before going further, letting the others spread out to look around.

"Its clear." Daryl whispered, stepping away from a broken door.

Carol had walked towards it, accidently kicking a book on the floor, Natalia jumped at the sound but ultimately ignored it, moving on, whilst Daryl waited back for his friend.

"You two, get down here." She told Griffin and Laura.

"Gotcha." He nodded.

"Keep watch on the east end."

They stepped away, Carol and Daryl had wandered somewhere else, hopefully to talk about Carols new pill fascination.

"I'm sorry." Michonne muttered so lowly, that Natalia almost missed it.

"Mhm." She hummed, as she looked around, seeing no signs of walkers.

"Nat, I mean it, okay."

"What for?"

Michonne let out a sigh, thinking about her words carefully.

"For dragging you out here, for... for grassing on you, I don't know."

She was quiet for a moment.

"Then I'm sorry, too, for everything, I'm.. I, I'm just so scared." Natalia's voice wobbled, as she admitted this.

Michonne was thrown off, Natalia Dixon wasn't scared, she was never scared, that wasn't her, it just wasn't.

"Y'know, Carol left Henry's care in my hands, and... whilst he and Enid were fighting for their lives, with Tara and the others, I was watching a fucking movie, with my kids, I didn't keep him safe-"

"Nat, that wasn't your fault." Michonne tried to soothe her.

"But- but it was, it was my job to keep him safe, and I failed, and Carol- Evie, what they had to see... what it did to them. What if I can't keep my own kids safe, Mich, what- what if she goes after them, because of what I did."

"Natalia, stop it." Michonne placed her hands on her friends shoulders. "They are fine, okay, they're safe in Alexandria, we have patrols, protocols and lots of people who would risk their own lives to keep them safe, besides, you turned the twins and Evie into fine little fighters, they can protect their own if it ever came down to it. And when we get back, you can continue hovering over them, watching their every move, because you're a damn good mother."

Natalia bowed her head, as she hugged her friend, holding her tightly as she allowed a few tears to slip, she'd blame it on the exhaustion.

Michonne hugged her, resting her chin on her shoulder as she rubbed her back.

"You're an fucking amazing mom, too." Natalia pulled away, wiping at her eyes.

"Thank you." She chuckled.

The two woman moved to sit on the floor, leaning against each other as they rested, sharing anecdotes about the weird or funny things their kids have done, whilst sharing their milestones and achievements, Michonne didn't bother calling Natalia out when she had stared talking about Lydia, as if the girl was her own.

Screaming and what sounded like struggle, alerted them.

They ran towards the Gymnasium, meeting the others there, as they found Carol, badly injured, glass was stuck in her arm, they had to get back to Alexandria.

Michonne, Daryl and Natalia waited outside the infirmary whilst Siddiq and Dante worked to fix Carol up, and eventually they had come outside.

"She alright?" Daryl eagerly asked.

"I-..." Siddiq looked for words, but was soon cut off.

"He got it out." Dante grinned widely, walking out behind him. "She's all patched up and out like a light."

"Great." Daryl responded, as the three walked into the place.

Once they were positive she was okay, Natalia had convinced Daryl to go home and get some sleep.

What they weren't expecting to see, when they got home was Evie and Lydia layed down on the couches, knocked out, dozing away, Lydia's stick was leaned beside her, whilst Evie held a knife in her fist, a gun was tucked under the cushion she was resting her head on.

"We should wake them." Natalia sighed, carefully slipping the weapons away from her daughter.

"You think this was their idea of keeping watch?" Daryl asked, looking at them unimpressed.

"Daryl, they're kids, they obviously tried, I think." She moved back, tiptoeing towards the big bookshelf beside the mantle, picking up one of the heavy books. "One... two..." She mouthed to Daryl, before dropping it hard, alerting the girls a good distance out of reach.

Just as she predicted, they both shot out of their seats, reaching for their desired weapons sporadically.

"That was mean." Daryl hummed.

"Hey, its us, 'kay, it's just us." As the two girls eyes settled on the pair, realising there was no real danger. "What were you two doing?"

"Mom?" Evie asked, rubbing at her eyes with the heel of her palm, as Lydia stifled a yawn.

"Dad's here, too." She replied.

"Why ain't you both in bed?" Daryl asked them.

"Wanted to make sure nothing happened whilst you were gone, protect the kids, and Lydia refused to go to the room."

"Seems like you were both doing a great job." He sassed.

"What, Lydia, you said you would be on watch." Evie pointed at her.

"No, it was your turn, you were supposed to."

"Liar, you were."

"Hey, hey. doesn't matter, alright, we're home now, and nothing happened." Natalia assured them, brushing Evie's blonde hair out of her face, kissing her head.

"What happened to your hand?" Lydia asked, inspecting her bruised knuckles.

Evie grabbed her mothers hand, looking at her fist with her own eyes.

"What did you do?" She asked.

"Nothing, I didn't do anything." She rolled her eyes.

"Dad, who did she hit?" Evie looked at the man.

"Evie!" Natalia looked at her, feeling betrayed.

"Yer mom just lost her cool, alright, don' matter." He couldn't help as his eyes wandered to the dark haired girl.

But Evie hadn't missed this.

"Her mother?" She asked, as if she were about to give an lecture. "You totally punched her Mom, didn't you?"

"You what?" Lydia stood up. "What happened?" She demanded to know.

"Hey, the kids are asleep, keep your voices down." Natalia tried to shush them.

"Mom, what happened out there?"

She shared a look with her husband, a look of question or a look of help, neither of them were sure.

"She's demanding more land, for them crossing into her land, she's cutting off our hunting grounds, made a comment about Henry, so Carol tried to shoot her, Michonne stopped her..."

"So you punched her." Evie finished.

Lydia stormed out of the room, towards the basement, not bothering to say a word to anyone.

Evie shook her head.

"I'm disappointed." Evie looked down.

"Excuse me?" Natalia laughed.

"Look, I get she's an evil, evil person, believe me, I know." The girl shivered. "But that's still her mom, she still misses her, sometimes, late at night, I have to convince her not to leave, to not run back to her. Would have thought that you of all people would understand."

She then followed the girl to their room.

"Fuck sake." Natalia groaned, sitting down on the couch, her head in her hands.

Daryl came and sat down with her, his hand holding her thigh, as his thumb rubbed circles over her skin.

"They'll get over it, you done worse things." He said, his idea of making her feel better.

"Yeah, like what?" She asked rhetorically.

"Like keeping the secret that my kids almost died, when I weren't here, from me."

"And what would you have done with the information if I had told you?" She challenged.

He thought about it for a second, clearly frustrated by the question, as his jaw clenched, his nostril flared slightly, before his ears perked, and he looked towards the stairs.

"You hear that?" He asked.

And then she did, a slight thudding, then tiny whispers of assurance.

"There you go, nearly there." A voice came from the stairs before more thuds.

"Almost there, buddy, you're such a big boy, now."

"Girls? What are you doing with your brother?" Natalia called, as she got up from the couch, to go look what was going on, Daryl followed.

They found their three youngest all sat on the stairs, Archie was squished between the twins, as they seemed to be "bumping" down the stairs.

"He's too little to walk down them, and we're too little to carry him down, so we're pretending it's a slide." Bambi explained.

The corners of Natalia's mouth twitched up as she looked at her babies, how pure they were.

"Momma. Dada." Archie called, his hands waving in the air, Daisy was quick to grab a hold of his middle, making sure he didn't topple down the four stairs.

"I got ya, lil man." Daryl picked up his son, running his hand over the blond curls, that were starting to fade into a strawberry blond colour.

"What are the three of you even doing up?" Natalia asked them.

"We were asleep, but all your big mouths woke us up." Daisy rolled her eyes, as she wrapped her arms around Natalia's neck, leaning her head on her Mothers shoulder.

"Sorry, sweetheart, was yer mom arguing with the girls." Daryl told her, taking Bambi's hand and walking up the stairs.

"We were not arguing, we were just having a conversation about grown up stuff." Natalia corrected, scooping Daisy up in her arms, squeezing her tight as she followed her husband.

"Daddy, did Lydia's Mommy hurt anyone, again?" Bambi asked.

"Uncle Aaron said that she was an evil lady." Daisy chimed in. "I don't want her to hurt you guys."

"Well, yer Mom got her own back, she got her good." Daryl smirked.

"What did you do?" Bambi looked over her shoulder.

"Did you kill her?"

"No, No I didn't kill her, I just... hit her, hard." She admitted. "Y'know, like how Aunt Ro taught you."

"Mommy! That's so cool!" Daisy grinned. "I want to punch her, too!"

"Nah, It ain't cool, you don' needa be punching up anyone" Daryl told her, which was hypocritical.

"Daddy, have you ever punched anyone?" Bambi asked.

Natalia snorted at this.

"He's done a lot worse than that, darling."

"Cool." Daisy smiled. "They all deserved it, right?"

"Always." He answered.

It had turned out, that the kids had been sleeping in their beds, whilst they were away, Dog was still in there, layed out on his back, in his own little bed of blankets, hadn't even bothered to come greet them, that's how tired he was.

"Daddy, can you tell us a story about your brothers, Uncle Merle and Uncle Rick?" Daisy asked.

"Ooh, tell them about how I first met your brother, that's a good one." Natalia chimed in, as they all climbed into bed.

"Yeah, that's uh... that was an exhausting day for all of us, mainly cause yer uncle Merle's an huge dumbass who don' know when ta keep his trap shut." He chuckled.

"That's like you." Bambi told Daisy.

"It is not!" She resented, holding her bunny tightly, twirling her hair around her finger as she snuggled into Natalia.

"'Kay, so, yer mom had just broke into this place we were held up... where the main prick, a pirate, yer mom liked ta call him, if you wanna know why, yer gonna have to ask yer aunt Michonne that." Daryl started. "Anyway, she come's in, guns blazing with yer uncle Rick..." The kids listened eagerly whilst Daryl told the story, not wanting to miss an single detail, as they fought sleep to hear what happened next, and that's how the rest of the night went, until everyone was soundly asleep, cosied together.

They were given one peaceful day, one day where they were able to just live inside the walls, it even gave Natalia, Michonne and Daryl to organise a family dinner with all the kids, Evie had turned the offer down, instead to stay at the infirmary and help out, and Lydia wanted to practise, instead, Carol stayed in her room, Daryl took her food up to her on a tray.

It was fun, and happy, and well deserved, full of laughter, jokes and catch ups on the good things that were going on.

But that was until news of an incident in Hilltop came over the radio.

A tree had fallen down in the middle of the night, knocking over a wall and leaving nine injured, Michonne had taken Evie and Judith over, leaving the rest at home.

Evie was eager to get away from not only her parents, but her roommate, and she was happy to put her healing skills to good use, considering with having two doctors now, she felt mostly useless around them.

RJ was in the temporary care of the Dixons, which was good, because the twins seemed to have taken a keen liking to the boy, and they had started schooling together, though, Amelia, the teacher, had already reported back about the mischief the three were causing in the class, which they discovered to mostly be Daisy's mastermind plans.

Lydia had been creative on the bullying she'd received by Gage and two of his friends, Daryl had been running around all day getting her out of trouble, and away from Negan, who he was blaming her behaviour on.

Her latest stunt was catching a squirrel and dissecting it on their lunch table, Gabriel had been the one to report to them, but he had also sat and watched by as it happened.

Natalia had been busy repainting their front door, that someone had wrote the words "Silence the Whisperers" All over.

They had no idea who it was, but it was obvious who the message was intended for, she had raised her voice with obvious threats to passingbyers not only about the vandalism, but the harassment of Lydia, she wouldn't have it, the girl had suffered enough, and it was about damn time everyone backed off.

At dinner time, Lydia had refused to come out of the basement for food.

"What the hell is she doing down there?" Natalia grumbled, putting down her fork.

"Just leave it, I'll take her food down later, her problem if its cold." Daryl told her, cutting up RJ's deer steak. "Dais, don' throw pea's at yer brother."

"He was giving me funny looks." She defended herself.

"He's a baby." RJ replied.

"You're a baby." She told him.

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes you are." Bambi joined in. "You're only five, that's such a baby age."

"You were five last month!"

"Yeah, but we're not now, we're six, and you're not a big kid until you're six." Daisy made up.

"So, by that logic, the two of you are cutting up yer own food, an' doing yer chores after dinner." Daryl told them.

"No, no we're just babies, babies can't do chores, Daddy, duh" Daisy switched up.

"Yeah! We're so little, we can't possibly do that." Bambi shook her head, her pigtails flying around.

"I'm gonna go see what she's up to." Natalia decided, getting up from her chair, after ignoring everyone at the table, too focused on the girl.

"Nat... why do I bother." Daryl sighed to himself, dropping his opinion.

Natalia went down the stairs, hesitating at the girls door, before pushing herself to knock.

"Lydia?" She called. "We're all having dinner upstairs, and we would really like you to join in, don' want the food going to waste.... And you don' wanna eat it later, when it's all cold and mushy... Lydia?" When she received no answer, she finally opened the door, letting it swing open. "Lydia."

But low and behold, the room was completely empty.

"Lydia!" She called, but the girl still had not appeared. "Oh my god! Daryl!" Natalia ran back up the stairs. "Daryl!"

"What?" He caught her before she could run him over.

"She's gone, Lydia's not in her room."

"Okay, so maybe she just went on a walk." He shrugged.

"Yeah, right, sure, in a town full of people who hate her, this is your fault, after giving her such a hard time about fitting in!"

"Hey, don' spin this on me, she likes walking, burning off steam, sure she's fine."

"I'm gonna go look for her, stay with the kids." Natalia told him, grabbing her belt of knifes and placing them around her waist.

"Yeah, no, you don' need that."

"You don't know what could've happened, cause you're the one who scared her off."

"I was trying to help her." The man was getting visibly frustrated. "Least take Dog."

"Fine, Dog! Come on." She called.

"Mommy, where are you going?" Daisy called from the kitchen.

"Mommy's just gonna take a lil walk, okay? Daddy's gonna stay with you."

"I wanna come!" Bambi piped up.

"Aunt Nat, can I come?" RJ asked.

"No, you're all gonna stay here, whilst Daddy/Uncle Daryl do pudding."

"Awe." The kids groaned.

"Go on, at least keep an eye on them, make sure they don't sneak out." Natalia tested, opening up the door, and leaving.

"How the hell is this my fault, we've been together the whole night." Daryl growled to himself, shaking his head as he shuffled back to the kitchen.

"Lydia?" Natalia called, wrapping her arms around herself, in the cool spring evening.

"You lost the girl?" Marigold, an elder lady, asked, sat comfortably in a rocking chair, on her front porch.

"No, Mari, she just went on a walk, but it's dinner time now." She smiled politely.

"Should keep that girl on a leash, you seen what she's been doing to this place, causing chaos, we've suffered enough." She added. "Whilst your at it, put those twins of yours on one, too, don' need them meddling in anyone's business anymore, do better to mind their own and concentrate in school."

"Okay, Marigold, have a good evening." She turned away, dropping the kind expression instantly. "And choke to death." Natalia muttered lowly.

"What was that, dear?" The old bat called.

"Nothing." She replied, walking at a faster pace to get away.

Her calls for Lydia, soon turned into a hiss.

That was until someone grabbed her tightly, covering her mouth before she could scream.

She panted heavily as she stared wide eyed at the one person she never thought would over power her like this, again. Negan Smith.

He held a finger to his lips as he waited for her to attack.

"Follow, they got her." He murmured lowly, before letting go, moving towards the hanging clothes, Natalia followed right behind, and that's when she let her ears listen.

Lydia was crying, as people were attacking her?

Negan pushed through an bedsheet, that was hung like a curtain, throwing a woman as he pulled a man off the girl, pointing at another boy, Gage.

Natalia didn't give them much attention, as she ran towards the girl in her care, collapsing to the ground beside her, placing her head in her lap as she hyperventilated.

"Hye, it's okay, you're okay, you're gonna be okay, kid." She repeated over and over, running her fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"We were just trying to scare her." Gage stammered, as Lydia wrapped her arms around Natalia's waist, holding her for dear life, as she tried to slow down her breathing.

"Yo, Negan!" Brandon shouted, emerging through the bedsheet. "What the hell's going on back here?"

"Hey, hey, focus on me, ignore them, okay, just take deep breathes." Natalia coached, wiping at the blood spewing from her upper lip and nose.

"Holy shit. Margo." The other man, gasped, running towards the woman. "Margo!"

They all looked round, to find the woman very clearly dead, her head was bleeding profusely, as her limp body layed against the wall Negan threw her at.

"Shit." Negan sighed, as he stood up away from Natalia and Lydia, realising his actions, and what he had done.

More people had appeared, and people were angry.

Siddiq dealt with the body as Daryl had joined Natalia's side, in trying to keep Lydia calm and stable.

"Freak, this is your fault!" Gage spat at the girl.

"It was Negan! Negan killed her!" Matthew spoke up, talking to the growing crowd.

"No, he didn't do anything wrong!" Lydia denied. "No, it wasn't... He didn't do anything."

"I know, hey, I know, it's okay." Natalia spoke in a soft quiet voice, only to her, continuing to brush her hair with her fingers.

"Now get him out of here!" Daryl ordered Brandon.

"Please!" Lydia started kicking as she cried, again.

"Move!"

"No, he didn't do anything wrong!" She screamed.

"I know. I know. I know." Daryl repeated.

"He didn't do anything wrong." She continued.

"I was there, I saw it, I know he didn't." Natalia defended the man, only for the girls sake. "Hey, everyone, shows over, those waves still ain't over, scram!" She demanded.

"No, please! No." Lydia's voice broke as the couple tried to soothe her, as the others took Negan back to his cell. "Please. Please."

"Lydia, just breathe, okay, before you throw up, just... look at me, breathe." Natalia took a deep breath in, holding it before letting go, encouraging the girl to copy. "You deal with this. I'll take her to Dante." Natalia told her husband, helping the girl up. "They attacked her, Daryl, they were going to beat her to death if he didn't stop them."

"I'll handle it." He nodded.

"It's alright, I got you, sweet girl." Natalia let Lydia hold onto her tightly, as they walked together to the infirmary.

"My arm, my arm hurts." She whimpered.

"Okay, that's okay, we can let Dante know, and he'll make it better, alright?"

Natalia didn't flinch from her side the whole time Dante fixed her up, placing an ice pack under her injured arm, also to help with her ribs.

Eventually Daryl joined them, too.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you." He spoke to her, carefully.

She gave no response, staying curled up, as if he was never there.

"Lydia." He touched her arm.

"He was so sweaty." She said, after a second. "Never liked deodorant. Said it... it made his armpits itchy. So I got used to it. Sometimes he smelled like garlic and onions. I miss him."

"Who's that?" Daryl asked.

"My dad." She started to cry, again. "My dad would've protected me."

Daryl sat down on the other side of the girl.

"Tell me what happened." He said.

"I'll give you guys some space." Natalia breathed, going to stand up, so that they could talk in private.

"No, don't go." Lydia latched onto her arm, "Please, stay with me."

"Okay, okay, yeah, if you want me to." She settled back down, placing her own hand over the girls, rubbing lazy circles over the back of it, something Daryl did with her, to calm her down, or just to calm himself.

She looked towards him, but he only nodded.

Then, Lydia sniffled, looking up between the pair, her eyes were still wild as she tried to focus.

"Negan saved my life. Just like he saved the twins."

Daryl wrapped an arm around her, as she burst into sobs at the reality of the situation, Natalia kept her hold on the girls hand, planning what she was going to say to the council, to defend the person she hated the most in the world.

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