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#alpha!daryl
theteasetwrites · 2 years
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❧ Pairing: Alpha!Daryl Dixon x Female Omega!Reader ❧ Era: Season 2 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: SMUT—a/b/o dynamics (leave me alone), rough sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, doggystyle, unprotected sex, knotting (shut up), heat/rut (fuck you), outdoor sex (?), like one or two mentions of breeding, swearing, Shane being creepy ❧ Word Count: 9.2k
❧ Prompt: "What do you even see in this guy?" from the Norman Reedus Whores Discord Prompt Challenge (more info here)
❧ Summary: It's that time of year again, the time when yours and Daryl's highest point of sexual desire sync up. There are a few problems, though: Daryl's preoccupied with finding Sophia, and Shane is getting a little too... attracted to you.
❧ A/N: Here it is, my first foray into omegaverse. You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain, as they say. I've become the villain. Nevertheless, I'm pretty happy with how this turned out and I didn't cringe too much while writing it so hopefully you don't cringe too much while reading it either (but it's ok if you do—omegaverse is always a little cringe).
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Gold-tinted light streamed through the thin fabric of the polyester tent, allowing tiny particles of dust to shine as they floated past the ever-widening beam that shone across your eyelids, causing them to flutter open with a wince.
Something about summers in Georgia seemed to make the sun even more intense, and the heat that radiated from it even more oppressive. You wiggled yourself loose in his arms, tightly wrapped around you from the back. He always tended to cling tighter to you in his sleep, as if it was some kind of unconscious instinct. 
With a huff, you turned on your side to face him, tucking your head between the crook of his neck and the pillow in an attempt to escape the bright light of early morning, and to cling to the last remnants of sleep for as long as you could.
It was also an excuse to take in his scent, strong and woody, yet somehow also soft and musky. By force of habit, he held you closer, his arm tightening over the curve of your side as his nose gently nuzzled your cheek, tickling you awake. 
“Goddamn, it’s bright,” he mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut to keep the morning light from burning his eyes. Blue eyes are more sensitive to sunlight, and his were no exception. 
“Mm…” you hummed. Despite your state of consciousness, you felt more like you were in one of those dreams that are so vivid they almost seem real, with fuzziness blurring the usually harsh edges of your perspective. Mornings were always like this, slow and quiet. Even with the world gone to shit, at least you still had this, that one constant—waking up next to him, in those bulky arms made muscular from years of hunting with that silly crossbow. Well, you used to think it was silly. Now you couldn’t complain, since it certainly came in handy against the walkers. 
Ah, yes—the walkers. The only thing that could possibly ruin the peace of your morning. That, and Sophia was missing. Still missing. 
Daryl had been beating himself up about it for the last three days, not able to rest a second since coming to the Greene farm. He was hellbent on finding the child, relating the situation to the time he’d been lost in the woods when he was even younger than her. Only difference for him was that no one cared enough to look for him. 
But it was an inopportune time for the young girl to go missing. You could smell it on him. 
A necessary fact of life. It would happen twice, maybe three times in any given year, but it was enough to threaten his ability to find that little girl. It was radiating off him stronger and stronger with each passing hour, starting around dawn just the day before. For Daryl, it came quick and fast, a scab demanding to be picked, an itch begging to be scratched, a biological imperative he had no choice but to succumb to at some point, but he was determined to keep it off as long as he had to.
You worried for him, knowing how strong his urge was, and how much it clouded his mind and ate at his insides. For some men like him, it was much less intense, much more tolerable. For him, however, it was nearly painful, but he had to put it off, he thought. He couldn’t put himself before that poor soul lost in the forest, before the grieving mother whose glassy eyes haunted him everyday that child was gone, in danger of being torn apart by flesh-eating monsters. 
“Daryl,” you mumbled, feeling him begin to squirm restlessly against you. You knew him well enough to know he was trying to shake the rut out of him, trying to ignore it, though he knew it wasn’t good for him. You tried to hold him steady, pulling the blanket further up his body as if to keep him contained, but the fresh sweat beading on his bare chest was a reminder of just how terribly hot he already was. “Why don’t you stay here today, huh? Don’t go out there… Just rest.”
Just rest, a phrase that had been on your lips many times before, but always seemed to go unheard by the stubborn man. Such a suggestion was practically against the man’s religion, if he had cared enough to believe in one. There was less and less to believe in these days, anyway. 
“Nah,” he replied gruffly, suddenly sitting up in your shared cot to squint in dismay at the sun streaming in. “That kid’s still out there.”
You huffed and watched him move like a rabid animal as he frantically searched for his clothes, cursing under his breath when he picked up one of your jeans instead of his. “Told ya to keep your clothes separate, woman,” he huffed, shaking his head as he buttoned up his raggedy plaid shirt. 
“Mm,” you hummed with a smile, amused by his characteristic grumpiness, though you knew he was a little more irritable than usual, despite his denial. “Keeps my scent on you… Speaking of which…” You sat up to stretch, taking a deep breath as you did so. Even in your own state of slight discomfort, you were always much better at handling it than he was. “Your scent is getting stronger, you know.”
He tilted his head in slight annoyance, knowing that was your way of nagging him about his rut. “I’m fine,” he said simply. “Just stressed.”
You narrowed your eyes at the notion. “Your smell doesn’t get stronger when you’re stressed, Daryl. It gets stronger when you’re—”
“Damnit, woman!” he barked. “I ain’t ruttin’, Christ.”
“Mhm, sure… Well, my heat’s coming.”
Even after three years of being with you, he still turned a light shade of red whenever you so bluntly referred to sex. Still, if your heat was coming, that meant his rut was coming, too. At this point, they were synced, not an uncommon occurrence for mated alphas and omegas such as yourselves. 
Daryl had never quite come to terms with being an alpha, but that’s what he was, and though he often found himself frustrated with his condition, at least he had you. 
And, oh, you… 
You with your scent, the one that he’d memorized and somehow could conjure up in moments when he needed you most, but that wasn’t good enough. He needed you next to him, physically. He always did. He knew that from the moment he first held you that he wouldn’t be able to go without you again, without feeling your closeness, or taking in your sweet, floral scent. 
Sitting there before him, his ratty grey t-shirt two sizes too big draped over your shoulders, just perfectly accentuating the outline of your breasts as they rise and fall with each breath, you looked… ripe. 
Ripe in that you were at your most delectable state, your highest point of primal attraction. You were always beautiful, of course, but in your heat, you were irresistible. He hadn’t been oblivious to it the past few days, weeks even. He knew your body so well now that he had your heat down to an exact science. He knew it was coming, and if your heat’s coming, then his rut is coming, but he didn’t have time for that now, not with the responsibility he had put on his own shoulders.
Still, it was hard to say no, hard not to get back in that cot and take you, tightly gripping your hot, aching body against his as his swelling knot grew inside you, binding you to him even long after he’d released himself into you. 
No time for that, though. Not when he had a job to do.
“I know,” he said, acknowledging that you were on the verge of your heat, that you were going to need him just as much as he needed you soon. “But I gotta look.” He turned to strap his crossbow over his broad chest, the one that made you lick your lips just thinking about your hands all over the muscular tissue. “Gotta find that little girl.”
If there was one thing you loved about Daryl, it was his compassion, his willingness to risk his life to save the weak. Maybe most people didn’t get to see that side of him, but now that he had the opportunity, he could fully be the good man you always knew he was. It was sweet, but it was selfless. Too selfless. 
You tossed the blanket from your body, exposing your bare legs to the air, drawing his eyes immediately to the darkened bit of fabric at the front of your panties, just barely covered by the hem of his shirt. 
With your sudden movement, he caught a deep whiff of you, a more pungent scent than usual emitting from your core as you walked a few steps towards him. 
The feeling of your hands on his chest sent a powerful signal to his brain, one that rang out like a siren, screaming at him to give in. He could tell what you were doing just by the flutter of your lashes, the smirk in your lip, the curl of your fingers as they trailed playfully up and down the collar of his shirt. You wanted him to touch you, to make that slight pain in your core go away before it got too intense, to rid you of that heat building up inside you like a house fire. He wanted that, too. It was impossible not to let your body press up against his, not to feel the hardness of your aroused nipples against his chest, not to rest his hands upon your hips as your forehead touched his.
“Please stay,” you whispered over his lips. “I need my alpha.”
Those words were strategically chosen. You knew reminding him of his possession of you, his omega, would get that chest of his pumped full of hot air and his cheeks reddened with a surge of blood flowing to his head. Not only that, but the possession in your voice, the tone that reminded him that he was yours just as much as you were his. 
He could only muster a few deep, strangled sighs as your hungry lips pursed to kiss just below his ear, making his hands grip harder at your sides and pull you closer until he could feel your heat against his groin, your core getting hotter and hotter with each passing moment, and your scent becoming so irresistible that he found himself subconsciously, ever so slightly, grinding his lower body against yours. 
With a turn of his head, he let your lips meet his, despite how much he knew he was just teasing himself, and you, now. There was no way he could stay, no way he could let that helpless child stay out there any longer. Still, if he could allow himself just one moment to satiate his need for you, he would, even if it only eased a small part of his primal lust. 
“I want your knot,” you whispered sloppily, wildly as your tongue became more desperate to taste his, breaching the entrance of his mouth to lap up his taste. 
He growled low at your words, his hand rising up to tangle in your hair and pull your face as close as it could get. The other hand found itself squeezing your bottom, fingertips digging into the plump flesh as he held you steady to better thrust himself against you, your slick beginning to seep through the thin fabric of your panties and onto the surface of his jeans. 
“(Y/N)...” he panted. “I—I can’t…”
“Yes you can,” you panted back, now putting your own hand on the back of his head to pull his lips back to yours. When his lips peeled away, you used your free hand to drag his down to cup your clothed mound, allowing his fingers to graze the puddle of wetness. “My body needs you, Daryl… Just you. Only you.”
Another tried and true method for getting him to shut up and screw you, but the closest you got was thrusting back and forth on his palm, using it to relieve the slightest amount of tension from your aching body. It worked for a moment, but soon you nearly sent him backwards with the force of your body writhing on his hand, and you knew you couldn’t get anywhere with it—you needed the intense friction of his cock, the feeling of it pulsing inside you and hitting the deepest part of you just right.
“Oh, God,” your lips mumbled as they sloppily massaged his. “Fuck me now.”
He pulled his hand away swiftly, using it to separate his body from yours, as he was sure he couldn’t go another moment of being that close to you without ending up back on that bed. 
“Later,” he said, followed by a hard swallow as he tried to calm himself down. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down the side of his face and wettening the short strands of caramel brown hair stuck to either side.
His body heat showed no signs of dropping, not until he could get far away from you, and he could already tell that if he stayed with you today, he wouldn’t leave for hours after he’d knotted you. There was too much work to be done, and his own biological need would have to wait. He just hoped you could wait, too, though something about the deep, trembling frown dragging on your face told him you couldn’t. At least, not without some struggle.
“Hey,” he said, trying to muster up the strength to touch you without losing it. His hands cupped your cheeks, on fire from the sheer intensity of your internal heat. “I gotta try to find that kid. It’s eatin’ me up inside.”
You mustered a small smile. He was always so damn selfless, it infuriated you. Well, it was what made you fall in love with him, besides the innate biological attraction that drew you to him. Your life philosophy had always been this: there are plenty of alphas, but a good alpha is hard to come by. Daryl was a good alpha, the only one you could tolerate, the only one you could love. You were sure of that. 
Soulmates… As cheesy as it sounded, you knew it from day one, from the moment he walked up to you in that sleazy dive bar, face blurred from the cigarette smoke curling in grey clouds all around him, his hands tucked deep in his jean pockets as he cleared his throat, then stuttered, “C-can I, uh… Can I buy ya a drink?”
If you couldn’t tell by his scent, you would’ve thought he was a beta, but his scent was always strong—you were sure it was because he was immediately attracted to you, and your scent hit him like a semi-truck, too. It was love at first… scent. 
No, Daryl was unlike any other alpha male you’d ever met, but he was one. That was impossible to deny. 
“I know,” you said with a nod. Lifting his hand from your cheek, you pressed a light kiss to his palm, then nuzzled deeper into his touch. That damn man’s hands... Being held by him felt like being a porcelain teacup carefully tucked away in layers of sturdy bubble wrap, cushioned and protected from any cracks that could threaten to mar your fragile surface. “But your rut is eating you up inside too… It’s not good to hold it back for so long.”
He rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help but be grateful for your concern, even slightly amused by how precious you were. “Always naggin’ me, woman, ya know that?”
“Mm, you wouldn’t last a day without me nagging you,” you laughed. Biting your lip, you reached up to fix his hair, still scraggly from his pillow. He scrunched his face in exaggerated annoyance, though even he couldn’t help but muster a boyish smirk at your doting. 
As your eyes met his, another deep surge of pained arousal swept through you, triggering more slick to pool in your already soiled underwear. It was tempting to strip yourself of your shirt, knowing such a sight would be the ultimate trigger to get him to lay you down, but in your heart of hearts, you knew he needed to do this for your group. If you had to wait, you would wait, but you couldn’t wait much longer, you feared. 
“When will you be back?”
“‘Fore dark.” He huffed and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, as anything else might’ve been dangerous. Noticing your eyes lower in disappointment, he nudged his forehead against yours. “Hey, omega,” he said softly. “You gonna be okay til I get back?”
No, you wanted to say, but you knew that would be a bit dramatic. Still, you knew from past heats that your need for him only grew stronger when he was gone, and if you were already leaking with slick now, who knows how bad you might get in the meantime. 
“Mhm,” you hummed. “I’ll be fine… I think. What about you?”
He scoffed playfully. “Woman, I’m gon’ be fine. Just be ready when I get back, a’right? I’m gonna need you even more.”
“Yes, sir,” you laughed. “Be careful, okay?”
“You too, and…” His voice trailed off, his face becoming less animated and more stern with each passing moment he went over the words he was about to say. “Stay in the tent.”
Never before had you gone through your heat around so many other alphas. Rick and T-Dog didn’t worry him much—Rick was married, bonded with Lori, and T-Dog seemed respectful of your bond with Daryl, but then there was… Shane. 
Shane was an odd one in that though he was ostensibly an alpha, he seemed too emboldened, often disrespecting Daryl’s claim over you. On at least two occasions he had gotten much too close to you for your liking, and Daryl already had a pretty strong hunch that Shane had slept with Lori, a marked omega not unlike you.
It infuriated him, and he couldn’t even fathom how Shane could still be breathing at this point. If he caught even a whiff of that man on you, he’d strangle him with his bare hands, he was certain of it. 
Knowing just how much Shane’s dilated eyes followed your body on a daily basis, he was sure your heat would attract him like a moth to a flame.
“Keep that thing on ya if you gotta go out,” he added, gesturing to the hunting knife he’d given you as it lay on the foldable bedside table. “That pig cop bastard touches you, I’ll—”
“He won’t touch me,” you interjected. “Your scent is strong enough to keep him away… My big strong alpha.” Your fingers tickled his chest as you smirked, holding back a chuckle at the cheesy compliment. 
His heart fluttered, as it always did when you broke out the “big strong alpha” card. He was a sucker for it.
“A’right,” he said. “I love ya, sweet girl. Be back soon, hopefully with that kid.”
“Love you, too, Daryl.”
As he requested, you stayed in the tent for a while after he’d left, occupying yourself with the usual routine for your heat.
It wasn’t ideal, but the cot in your tent was the only place to make a nest of his clothes, a safe spot to immerse yourself in his scent until he came back to you. 
Even that proved difficult, as you became quickly lightheaded, losing your balance each time you bent over to pick up another one of his shirts. 
“Shit,” you cursed, holding your forehead and shutting your eyes tight to try to will away the dizziness. Every omega’s heat was different, and yours always had the worst dizziness, the worst fever, the worst throbbing pain in your womb. 
It was your body’s instinctual way of demanding to be bred, and thank God you still had your birth control pills, even if your irrational, heat-ridden mind desperately wanted to carry Daryl’s child more than usual. There couldn’t be a worse possible time to bring a child into the world, you were sure. 
The pounding in your head started now, in sync with each quickening beat of your anxious heart. It was as if the further Daryl got from the farm, the worse your symptoms became, the more every cell in your body screamed bloody murder in an attempt to call him back to you.
“Ah!” you quietly cried out. Doubling over in pain, you flopped yourself back onto the bed, its surface now draped in layers upon layers of every article of clothing Daryl had in his possession. 
You buried your head in his pillow, trying desperately to surround yourself in his scent. It eased the pain slightly, tricking your mind into thinking he was there with you, holding you, but you lacked his warmth, his unique touch, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat soothing you to sleep as he held his deflating knot inside of you.
You reached down to find his favorite white undershirt, the one that always had the strongest scent. In desperation, you tugged off your shirt and laid the undershirt over your bare breasts, massaging them over top of the fabric. 
It couldn’t beat the real thing, the real feeling of his chest pressed up to yours, but at least you’d get more of his scent on you, and at least your sensitive nipples could feel the familiar tickle of the ribbed fabric of that old tank top. 
“Daryl…” you moaned shakily under your breath. You hadn’t realized just how bad it was, how much your heat had worsened just within a matter of the three hours he’d been gone. 
The wetness was beginning to soak through your new pair of panties. You reached down to slip your fingers below the fabric, scooping up the slick as you tickled your aching clit. 
Even just a little sensation was too much, and not at all the sensation you needed. Your body needed Daryl’s touch, not yours, not anyone else’s but his. The feeling stung, made you flinch in combined pain and pleasure. It might not have been him, but your hand was going to have to do if you wanted any semblance of relief before he got back.
You thrusted hard against your hand, arching your back with each movement as you desperately tried to soothe your body. All you could do was try to trick your heat-induced brain into thinking he was there, touching you… And moments later, when your fingers dug into you, squirming as they went in deeper and pumped hard to stimulate you, it almost worked.
“Oh, yes…” you sighed. “Daryl… Oh—”
“(Y/N)?”
Shane’s voice made you shoot up, sitting up straight to face the opening of the tent where the man’s silhouette was displayed from the outside. 
Shit, you thought to yourself. What the hell does he want?
“(Y/N), you in there?”
“Yeah,” you huffed, quickly redressing yourself in Daryl’s shirt, then crossing over to haphazardly step into a pair of sweatpants. “Gimme a sec.”
Now semi-decent, you unzipped the flap of the tent, and swiftly stepped out to close it, hoping Shane couldn’t see the nest you’d made, or the wet spot on the bed.
Instead, you felt his eyes on you, trailing up and down your shirt, narrowing at the slight hardness of your nipples, still aroused from your touching.
“Everything okay?” you asked him, hoping to get him to leave as soon as he showed up.
He shrugged and folded his arms. “I was gonna ask you the same question. Ain’t seen ya since yesterday… Been in your tent all day. Thought you’d be out, I don’t know… doin’ laundry or somethin’.”
You scoffed, slightly offended by the assumption, though it wasn’t like there was much else to do. “I’m not feeling great,” you said simply, but you were sure he could tell why.
Indeed, he could. The scent was enough, much more potent and sweeter than usual, yet with much more of Daryl’s heavy scent than he liked. It was a bitter reminder that you were claimed, and the smell repulsed him, yet only made him want to cover it with his own.
“I know,” he said. “Your, uh… Your scent.”
Embarrassment. That was the only word you could think of to describe how you felt, and annoyance at his invasion of your privacy, but you weren’t confrontational enough to say anything. Not like Daryl.
“Yeah, well, uh… Did you need something?”
He lifted two silver pails in each hand, and you already knew what he was going to ask. 
“Was gonna see if you’d help me pump some water from the well, if you’re up to it. Everybody else is busy, and I could use another hand.”
You always did have a hard time saying no, even if you knew your body was weak with your heat, but water was important, and maybe it could take your mind off your condition until Daryl would return, you reasoned.
Still, it was awfully bold of him to ask that of you, knowing you were in heat, and that you were with Daryl. You did as Daryl had told you—you took your knife and carried it in plain sight in the holder on your belt. 
Each step you took alongside that man towards the well made you ache even more. Every muscle burned, and every dizzy spell became stronger until you sat with a huff on the wall of the well, taking a sip of your canteen as Shane readied the rope to lower his bucket.
“You all right?” he asked. 
“Fine,” you sighed. “Just… I get really winded when I’m… Yeah.”
Shane nodded, watching closely as the water dripped from your chin, trickling onto your shirt and down below your collar. 
“Don’t envy you,” he said. “Never been more inconvenient timing…”
“No,” you agreed. “No there hasn’t.”
You watched as he lowered the bucket, then pulled it back up with a strain of his muscles. Show-off, you thought, catching onto his less than subtle attempts to seduce you.
Filling his canteen from the pail, he sat himself down beside you, much too close for comfort.
His smell wasn’t too strong, but strong enough to make you sick. Any alpha’s scent besides Daryl’s would’ve made you nauseous now, and with Shane so close, his shoulder touching yours, you felt the bile in your stomach begin to rise at the base of your esophagus.
If he hadn't been there, it would’ve been nice. The warm August breeze tickling the nearby wind chimes, the birds chirping in the golden light of late afternoon, the placid quiet that settled in when all other sounds ceased… And then he nudged your shoulder again, offering you a misplaced smile before wrapping a loose arm around your shoulder, causing your spine to straighten in slight shock at the feeling.
“You all right?” he asked, rocking you back and forth with his hand curled on your shoulder. 
Your cheek twitched in disgust at the whiff of his scent, much more powerful than usual in your heightened state. Aware of his scent rubbing off on you, you wriggled uncomfortably, thankfully causing him to remove his arm. 
“I’m fine. Just need to get back soon. If Daryl knows I didn’t stay in the tent he’d skin me alive,” you laughed nervously. 
“Where is Daryl?”
“Oh, um… He’s out looking for Sophia. Trying that new lead near the abandoned house.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Thought he’d be here with you… With you like this.”
That’s none of your damn business, you thought, but of course, you were much too nice to say that, so instead you defended him.
“Well, he knows how much it means to everyone if we find her… He cares.”
You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, thinking about him, his selflessness, his bravery, his kindness. Maybe he didn’t always show it, but ever since he lost Merle, he’d been coming into his own, embracing his true nature instead of trying to be something he wasn’t. 
“Pfft,” he scoffed, and just that simple, dismissive sound was enough to get your blood boiling. “Think he oughta care more about you.”
“He cares a lot about me,” you quickly replied. “You don’t know anything about Daryl.”
“I know he should be here takin’ care of you…” He leaned closer looking you forcefully in the eye. He had a much more stern, intense look than you’d seen in him before. 
His hand caught you off guard as he tugged on the collar of your shirt, revealing Daryl’s mark on the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Hey!” You pulled away, standing up to your feet and looking back at him with wild, confused eyes. He’d never touched you like that before, and it terrified you, knowing how many male alphas could turn violent at the drop of a hat, and Shane was particularly volatile, more so than Daryl or Rick or T-Dog. He was the only one who truly frightened you at times, and immediately you cursed yourself for agreeing to go anywhere with him.
He stood up to pull harder on you, tugging more at your shirt collar to glare at the scar made by the indentation of Daryl’s teeth over years of him marking you in that same spot. 
“What do you even see in this guy?” he asked. “Sorry excuse for an alpha.”
You pulled away one last time, nearly ready to pull out your knife if you needed to.
“Fuck you,” you replied. “I don’t have to explain myself to you. Don’t have to explain shit to you, Shane. I came out here to help, not to listen to you insult Daryl.”
You sidestepped around him to lift the filled pail. “I’m taking this back to camp. You can do the rest on your own,” you said, but he planted himself firmly in front of you, pushing you back towards the well. “Shane,” you said, “get out of my way.”
Before you knew it, he was lunging towards you, eyes locked on the crook of your shoulder, opposite of Daryl’s mark. If he’d gotten any further, you were sure he’d try to mark you by force. 
Holding your knife to his neck, you pushed him away with all the strength you had. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you panted. 
He shook his head, as if trying to shake out whatever desires he had. “I—I don’t…”
You didn’t wait for him to explain himself. There wasn’t any way he could, after all. He had come close to violating you, to marking you as some kind of encroachment upon you, upon Daryl’s mate.
The breeze hit you as you walked, wafting Shane’s faint smell up into your flaring nostrils. That bastard, you thought. The nerve… I can’t stand his fucking smell.
You couldn’t bear to bring that scent into your tent, so you sat several yards away from the camp, perched on a log as you hugged your legs against your chest, trying to let the scent of Daryl’s shirt envelop you. 
That, and it seemed to be the only solution to easing your cramps, twice as bad as your run-of-the-mill menstrual cramps. The heat was unbearable as the sweat on your brow dripped and caught in your eyelashes, clouding your vision for a moment. You balled your fists and rubbed your eyes, and all the while, you swore you could smell Daryl’s scent getting stronger, as if it was carried by the breeze that gently flowed through your hair. 
It was hypnotic, drawing your eyes up to instinctively look in the direction of the wind. 
There he was, strutting towards you across the grassy field, sweat glistening on his bare, summer-tanned arms as his eyes narrowed at you. His look was somewhere between scolding and smoldering, with a heavy dose of desperation thrown in. 
One thing was certain: he had one thing in mind when he saw you. 
Picking up his pace and stepping with long strides, practically jogging, he tore his crossbow from his back and flung it to the ground, a coarse grunt combined followed by a deep huff as he swiftly moved closer, like a caged tiger about to be let out.
“Daryl?” you called out to him. You found yourself walking towards him, too, eyes locked on his heaving chest as his hands frantically worked to unbutton the top of his shirt. 
The closer he got, the stronger his musky, earthy scent became—more potent and virile, more intoxicating as his energy surrounded you. 
His hands separated now, one tugging on the middle button of his shirt, the other desperately loosening his belt buckle, the movement allowing the toned muscles of his arms to flex in the glow of the golden afternoon. 
He’d been unsuccessful in his search, and the frustration of not finding Sophia only made his instinct stronger, his need greater, his arousal becoming more and more unbearable the longer he looked at you.
As he approached, there was only one thing on his mind, one sole purpose for him to commit to in that moment: taking you, filling you, breeding you.
Now with both hands on his belt, freeing the leather from the loops of his jeans, he dropped it carelessly, then quickly moved to the button. 
He was only about two yards away, but it was too far. Your feet picked up the pace, until finally you were in his arms, limbs and tongues tangled around each other, breaths heavy and chests heaving, cores hot and aching.
Shane’s lingering scent didn’t even occur to you then, not even as Daryl’s nose sank into the crook of your neck, his hand pulling back the collar of your shirt as his tongue traced over the raised scar of his mark, tickling you.
Your own hands clung tight to his shirt, nearly tearing it as with every passing moment you became more frenzied, more impatient to feel his hot, bare skin under your fingertips.
When the warmth of his mouth slowly left your shoulder, and his rose up to narrow at you, somewhere between hunger and primal rage, you panicked, grasping his sweat-drenched cheeks in an attempt to pull his lips to yours. He pulled back with a low growl.
“Why’s his scent on you?”
Your hands tightened on his cheeks as you turned to stone, wanting nothing more than to ignore his questioning and carry on with the natural conclusion of your synced biological states. Daryl, however, was not going to forget so easily.
He knew you would never sleep with Shane. That was out of the question. Besides, if you had, Shane’s scent would’ve been much, much stronger, but it was concentrated on your shoulders, and it was fading, but repulsive nonetheless.
“He—”
“That bastard touch you?”
You froze for a moment, simultaneously terrified of the inscrutable look in his eyes, and aroused by the very same look. 
“Tryin’ to put his filthy scent on ya?” he asked, more demandingly now, and yet with an oddly lustful lilt to his otherwise angered growl. “I’ll kill him… I’ll—”
“He barely touched me.”
Under your fingers, you felt his cheeks trembling in rage, his skin heat up from the inside out. He looked ravenous—out for blood, Shane’s blood. You couldn’t care less about that, though, as your body screamed to be touched, begged to be put out of its misery from the only person who could ever relieve you. 
“He’s not my alpha,” you reminded him. “You are.” Even just a matter of moments was too much to handle like this, with the heat oppressing you from every possible angle, suffocating you. Being away from Daryl during this time was hard, but being too close and not having him touch you was worse. 
You lifted your shirt above your head, rustling your hair in the process, then hurriedly removed your bra, finally freeing half your body from its cloth prison. Under normal circumstances, you’d never strip yourself out in the open, but right now? You were far enough from the camp not to care, and the heat was closing in all around you. 
Pupils dilated, swallowing the usually gentle blue in a black hole of lust, his eyes glued to your bare breasts. If your goal was to distract him from his fury, it was working.
“Alpha,” you said softly, wrapping your arms around his hot, clammy neck, drenched in sweat that could’ve been from the Georgia summer heat, but you were sure it was also just his condition, his rut taking over every function of his aching body. “You’re the only one… My mate.”
His eyes darted to your shoulder, his mark. It was his physical reminder that you belonged to him, that the first time you made love during your heat, he loved you enough to leave that unique, intimate mark in the shape of his teeth, one he’d never given to anyone else before, and never would again.
Most of all, it reminded him that no one else could touch you, that he was the only man who could know the intensity of your sweet scent, the softness of your body, the sounds of your heavy whimpers as he filled you until his knot swelled, keeping him in place. 
When his fingers trailed along the raised skin of your scar, you shivered at his touch. His face turned soft, yet strained with lust. Tilting his head, his other hand held your chin, maneuvering your head so he could nudge his nose against your cheek, his heavy breath blowing gentle, yet insistent, puffs. 
His lips softly brushing against your face, he whispered in your ear: “You need me, huh?”
Clutching your hands to his shoulders, desperate to tug off his shirt, you whimpered under your breath, sighing deeply all the while. 
“Omega needs ‘er alpha?” he asked lowly against your ear. 
Unable to restrain yourself any longer, your hands scrambled up to tangle in his hair, pulling his lips to yours.
“Now,” you mumbled into his mouth. “Need you… now…”
He nodded frantically as he worked to undo the last buttons on his shirt, then carelessly tossed the fabric to the ground. 
“Right here?” he asked, panting between kisses. Usually, such an idea would be out of the question for the private man, who never liked the idea of being so vulnerable out in the open like this, but he didn’t care much now. The tightness in his jeans and the dull ache all throughout his body made him lose sight of that, as much as he could. Privacy be damned. “Ain’t… ain’t you w-want your… nest?”
Shaking your head vehemently as his lips chased yours, desperate to cling to them, you pulled him down with you as you lowered yourself to the ground, until you sunk down into blades of sage green grass, faded by exposure from the hot summer sun. 
Daryl’s laugh melted on your tongue like an ice cube, its cadence swallowed by your open mouth as you devoured him. 
His weight on top of you provided some relief, but it wasn’t enough. What you needed was his body inside of yours, inhabiting it, reminding you again and again just who it belonged to. You didn’t really need the reminder, of course, but the thought of belonging to him was all the more arousing. 
Your eyes were squeezed shut in tranquilized bliss when his body weight shifted, and he quickly pulled your pants and sodden underwear down to your ankles, where you kicked them off with a wiggle. 
Before you knew it, his hands were hiking up the back of your thighs, resting them on his shoulders as he dove down to lick the slick that had settled between your folds. As the tip of his tongue swirled around your clitoris, your shoulders tensed and you let out a sharp hiss. It was already so sensitive, aching for more friction to stimulate the bundle of nerves.
He lowered his hand to curl two of his thick, calloused fingers inside of you, while his tongue sucked and lapped at the sensitive bud that begged for attention.
“Ah!” you cried out wildly, shaking as your hands gripped the grass, pulling it out in frustration. His fingers were not yet deep enough to relieve you of your desire, but his tongue moved so expertly that with each swirl you felt a new little shockwave pulse through you. “Yes! Oh!”
His fingers sank deeper now, pulling in and out of you rapidly, the palm of his hand hitting your sensitive outer parts each time. 
Peeling his mouth away, he watched as the clear liquid pooled onto his hand, the slick glistening in the last light of the golden summer afternoon. 
“Never seen ya make this much, girl,” he panted, pumping faster and faster to get you properly loosened up. After all, his knot would need enough room to sink inside you. “All this pretty slick… Just for me.”
With that curl of his fingers, you gasped, arching your back and throwing your arms over your face as you tried not to scream, but the feeling was intense. You were always so much more sensitive in your heat, and however he touched you, you were going to feel it ten times as strong. 
“F-fuck!” you croaked out against your arm. The harder he went, the more your voice stuttered, the more your body bounced with his hand burying into you. “Alpha-a-a!”
“Shhh,” he said, holding his finger to his lips as he leaned over you, his other hand ceasing its harsh movement to gently caress your aching clit. “Keep it down, girl.”
He looked quickly back in the direction of the camp and the Greenes’ farmhouse, hoping they were still a good distance away, and that the view of the two of you couldn’t be so easily seen from behind the bushes and the smattering of oak trees.
Lunging up to fling your arms around him, he grabbed onto you in surprise at the sudden movement, and huffed as your lips attacked his cheeks, then trailed down to his mark, the small indentation of your own teeth on his shoulder. 
His hand didn’t forget its job, though. He cupped your mound to once again penetrate you with his fingers, spreading them open inside you to better stretch you out. 
As his fingers dug into you, your teeth sunk into his flesh, reopening the old wound once again until a few drops of blood could be tasted on your tongue. 
He held you tighter with his other arm, digging his fingernails into your back as he groaned. “(Y/N)…”
In a fit of impatience, you reached down to begin tugging his unzipped pants from his body. He smirked against your lips, amused by how much you needed him. He needed you, too, though. It was torture not to be inside you, but he knew himself well enough to know he could hold out for a while, though not for long. 
He maneuvered himself to help you remove his jeans, your hands constantly fighting with his, though both had the same goal. Both of you were wild, returned to a primal state of need and desperation. You were bound to each other by flesh and scent, and it only made the need for each other so much stronger, so unbearable in the most blissful way. It was torture, it was agony, and yet it was the most pure, beautiful feeling of yearning. 
When he was bare, unburdened by the restraints of his clothes and now free in his natural state, he bent his knees under your thighs, and with his hands, pulled you up to his core until the tip of his cock met your slit. 
He cursed himself for losing his patience, as the feeling of you grazing against him sent a sharp electrical current through him, more potent than anything he’d felt before. 
“Fuck,” he cursed, holding you tighter by your lower back as he lowered you onto his cock. 
Your head once again buried in his shoulder, you groaned as he let you sit, his cock burrowing deeper every second. “Oh, God… Daryl…”
“Just… stay still for a minute.” 
He took a deep breath, holding you in your position as you sat upright with his legs underneath, and his cock now as deep as it could go. All you needed was for him to move and you’d be writhing, with an imminent release soon upon you, but he just needed the stillness for a moment, to bask in the feeling of completeness, of filling you perfectly and so effortlessly, as though your bodies were made for each other. 
He felt your slick drip down his inner thigh, and with that, he fell forward, taking you down with him until your back was once again against the grass.
“Oh!” you cried in shock. 
His hand trailed up your sides, then in a split second, he pinned your arms above your head, just as he began violently thrusting, hovering over you with an intense look of purpose.
His thrusts were fast, sloppy, wild… Yet his cock was angled so perfectly, and the friction of his body hitting your clit with each movement was inching you closer and closer to the climax, the one you needed to feel relief from your heat. 
Usually, he went slower, much more precise and sensual, but in his rut, he couldn’t hold back like he did. It was pure, uninhibited, primal lust, and you felt it, too. Clenching your teeth and letting out a hiss, you struggled to tug your arms out from the grip of his hands. Sensing this, he loosened his hands, allowing you to lean up to pull him to your face, his body still wildly moving in and out of you. Your head leaned in to catch his lips with yours, and soon your tongues were inside the other’s mouth, swirling around in untamed circles.
You always needed the closeness of him, to feel his chest pressed against yours, so you held him tight as his cock pumped back and forth within the walls of your twitching entrance. 
With a strained grunt delivered straight to your gaping mouth, he reached down to manually wrap your legs tight around his lower back. Your heels dug into his ass, keeping him steady for a moment as he paused inside of you to take a breath. 
In the crook of your neck and shoulder, he kissed your mark. Mirroring his action, you did the same to his, while the nails of your tightly drawn fingers made shallow scratches in the skin of his back. 
“Shit,” he mumbled. “You feel so good, omega.”
You laughed and grabbed his cheeks to turn his face back to yours. He looked a sight—red blotches adorning his cheeks, hefty beads of sweat trickling down his strained forehead, lips quivering and drenched in your saliva and slick. Sweat-soaked hair framed his face as the darkened strands stuck to the skin. Redness had even pooled in his chest, which heaved exhaustingly over yours.
As he caught his breath, you snaked your hand between your bodies, lowering it to your clit. The closer you got to your orgasm, the more stimulation you needed to maintain the tingly feeling in your core, so you circled your finger rapidly, feeling yourself on track towards bliss.
The sudden attention made you flinch and clench around him, sending him grunting as his eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck!” he groaned. “Ah, yeah… Shit, you’re gonna make me come.”
He pumped himself inside you again, hitting your most sensitive spot while you touched yourself, and it was only a matter of seconds now until you reached your peak. He knew that, too. His body was in sync with yours by now, and soon your bodies would be locked together, but first you needed to have your own release.
Still, he felt his knot begin to form around the base of his cock, swelling as he moved back and forth. As he hit into you, your entrance stretched more and more, preparing for your orgasm, and his knot.
“Oh, God!” you whimpered. “I—I… Daryl…”
“I got ya…” he panted back, in that deep, raspy whisper. “Come for your alpha…”
It was the last straw, the last little bit of motivation you needed as he thrusted into you harder, and your walls began to pulse with each shockwave of your orgasm.
Your body went limp underneath him as your mouth hung open to release a series of low moans. “Jesus…” you sighed. 
He smiled and lowered himself to kiss you, taking in every labored breath. “I love you,” he said. 
“I love you, too,” you laughed deliriously. 
He lifted his head back up, holding himself above you with his arms outstretched to support his body weight as he began to thrust again.
But he could sense something that froze him in place, a whiff of putrid scent lingering on the breeze.
“Shit,” he huffed. 
Catching the last remnants of Shane’s scent, he growled and pulled himself out with a small cascade of your arousal.
“Turn around,” he said lowly.
Not waiting for you to answer, his hands gripped either side of your waist to maneuver your body until you were on all fours. “Daryl,” you panted in surprise. 
The incessant pounding in his head was too loud to hear your voice call out to him, too loud to hear your strained whimper as his cock filled you again, this time with his knot so close to its most swollen state.
You felt his body align with yours, gluing itself to your back. His teeth dug hard into your flesh, with each deep, purposeful thrust making you groan in combined pleasure and pain.
To his frustration, Shane’s scent became stronger, more potent. It was sickening, but you couldn’t even notice it, not when Daryl’s scent surrounded you in a thick, hazy cloud.
No, you didn’t notice. You couldn’t even see Shane approaching in the distance, but Daryl did.
He growled against your shoulder, eyes glowering to meet Shane’s as he froze in place. He must’ve been going out to collect firewood, as he usually did around this time, but that was of no consequence to Daryl, whose rage-induced lust only got stronger.
Shit, he saw Shane’s lips move to say. He was too far away to hear, but still close enough to see the look of panic, and jealousy, on his face.
Under normal circumstances, Daryl would’ve jumped up and ran to put his clothes on, but there wasn’t going to be any separation of your bodies now, not even if he tried. He couldn’t betray his primal need, and neither could you. Besides, it was the perfect opportunity to let Shane know just who you belonged to.
“Oh, fuck!” you blurted out as his body thrusted hard into you, his cock penetrating the deepest part of your insides. “Daryl!”
He dug his teeth deeper into your shoulder, making you cry out once again. “Alpha!”
“That’s right,” he panted into your ear. “I’m your alpha… Scream for me.”
“Oh, yes! Daryl!”
He didn’t want you to keep it down now. With Shane near, that hideous reminder of his scent on the air, he needed you to scream, to let the bastard know once and for all that you were bound for life to him, no one else.
Shane was still dumbfounded, intrigued by the sight, but repulsed, too. He simply couldn’t look away, until Daryl’s snarl became so violent that he found himself backing away, finally yielding to the superior man, the superior alpha. 
Daryl’s lip quirked slightly to one side. His show of dominance had worked. He could be embarrassed about it later, but now? Now, he felt his knot swell up again, almost so big now that he could no longer pull himself out.
You felt it, too, the tightness at your entrance as his knot stretched you much further than it had in a long time. He could only knot during his rut, but you knew this was no ordinary rut.
“Feel that?” he sloppily groaned against your shoulder. “Feel my knot?”
Rendered speechless, you nodded frantically as your arms threatened to fold underneath you. They shook to stabilize you, but soon his body stopped moving entirely, and all you could feel was that knot keeping him in place, seconds before his climax.
“Fuck!” he cried out. “Shit, I—I’m…”
You felt his cock begin to twitch deep inside you, spreading his spend in the deepest recesses of your core, where you felt his warmth embrace you. 
With a gasp, your arms finally gave out, taking Daryl down with you, and with your head buried in the grass, you let out a deep sigh of relief. Something within you switched off, and finally, your heat was over.
Exhaustion swiftly took over Daryl, and he rolled onto his side with you in his arms, and you knew the two of you would be like this for a while, possibly all night. His knot would take hours to go away, it usually did.
You felt his lips gently purse against the skin of your neck, repeating several times as he worshipped you and the taste of your sweat. 
“Shit, that was good,” he huffed, laughing a little to himself at the look on Shane’s face. Soon he’d find himself fuming again, needing to throw a few choice words at the insufferable man, but he’d rather bask in the afterglow for now. Besides, he was king of the jungle now, as far as he was concerned.
Blissfully unaware of the situation, you giggled and wrapped your hand around his. “Mm, so good… And you tried to tell me you weren’t rutting.”
He shook his head and bit your neck just a little, eliciting a small faux whimper from you. “Hey!” you laughed. 
“You know just how to push my buttons, huh?”
“Better than anyone else.”
Holding each other in the grass, night fell over you like a blanket, and soon all you could hear were crickets and toads, and the faint tinkling of the wind chimes from the Greene house porch. 
Soon you were lulled to sleep, with Daryl just barely dozing off, but he tried to keep awake, in case of the off chance a walker stumbled out of the woods. 
In the morning, he’d have to corner Shane, to further reiterate the point he tried to prove earlier, to reassert his dominance. 
That could wait, though. For now, he just held you, wondering what you were dreaming about. 
He just hoped he was in it. 
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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The End.
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.⋆。Impeachment Part 2。⋆.
Alpha!Rick Grimes x omega!reader x Alpha!Daryl Dixon
Everything was gone and destroyed but she was still theirs
Warnings: angst, death, presumed death of reader and unborn baby, walkers, violence, captivity, malnutrition/starvation, injury, guilt, sort of amnesia
WC: 4.8k
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness
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“I just wanted to come see how you were settling in, I know that being in a new place can be jarring to those who have been on the outside.” As Deanna spoke, Carol slipped from Daryl’s hold and fell in line behind him, as if he was protecting her. 
In an unconscious move, Rick stepped forward, using his body as a shield to block the Alexandrian’s view of the group. “We’re just getting used to bein’ behind walls again. Tends to make us jumpy.” The alpha understood, nodding in sympathy. 
“You're safe now, both from roamers and other people. These walls are strong, nothing can get in.” Rick's hair stood on end. That's what they said about the prison. The air in the small house was tense as an awkwardness fell over the group.
Carol shifted then, the floorboards creaked loudly.
Deanna's brown eyes flashed, catching sight of Carol’s excited state, but said nothing. She walked back out of the house, glancing back only once with a silent warning to stay in the house. “Have a good rest of your night.”
As soon as the door shut behind her, Carol exploded. “Please, we have to go.” 
Rick sighed heavily through his nose. “First, you tell us what happened.” The other's attention flicked back to the omega who was now trembling with nerves.
She glanced around, searching for some sort of approval to take off again, this time with the pack alphas in tow but when she only received looks of confusion and general concern, her excitement died down to a simmer. “I was going to the armoury but something about that woman they had in the infirmary bothered me.”
The house was easy to break into given that there seemed to be no locks in the entire city. Darkness clung to every corner, creating an eerie air that set her on edge as she moved to the basement of the home.
The snarls coming from the back room were downright savage as Carol snuck closer, her shoes not making any sound against the cold concrete. The scent emanating from the room was sour but the undertones were incredibly familiar, like something nostalgic, reminding her of a better time. With a trembling hand, the omega twisted the doorknob, pushing the door open slowly.
Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the woman curled up in the corner of the room. A tattered shirt hung from her frame, the ripped cloth doing nothing to keep her warm or hide her distended stomach. It looked wrong, the way the huge bump was hanging off her frame, how skinny she now was. The natural softness she carried was now gone, the thick curves she was known for, had disappeared. Her eyes were a bright amber, a tell-tale sign of the omega having gone feral.
But beneath the dirt and grime, Carol could see that young omega they thought they lost, she could see the two claiming marks on opposite sides of her neck, each one with a bite radius matching the two men who had been desperately searching for her.
She gasped involuntarily and the omega's yellow eyes snapped to Carol and a growl echoed through her chest. It was so deep and so unnatural it legitimately frightened the unshakeable woman. A warning. 'Stay away, I will kill you to protect my pup'. 
She took a step back but didn’t leave the room. Her head was lowered, her eyes locked on the woman’s. “I'll be back ok. Stay here.” The answer came in the form of another growl as Carol turned and ran out, gunning straight back to her pack.
“Are you sure?” It was Carl that broke the silence when she finished speaking. His eyes sparkled with tears and stepped closer to her. “Is it really her?” 
“It ain’t her.” Daryl snapped. “She's dead.” Carl swallowed thickly, leaning into his father's side for some sort of comfort. He had lost two mothers less than 6 months apart from each other and he could hardly bear it.
Rick placed a hand on his boy's shoulder. “We don't know that for sure but Daryl's right, the probability that it is,” he tried to say her name but it caught in his throat, choking him, “it's incredibly unlikely.”
Carol snapped back. “I know what I saw and I was around her enough to have her scent permanently etched into my mind. It's her.” 
“No it ain't!” Daryl was red with rage but the tear that rolled down his dusty cheek told an entirely different story, one that everyone in that room knew all-too-well. If she was alive, they had left her behind to die, turning her savage in the process. 
Even before the world fell, there were cases of omega and alphas going feral, even some betas in rare instances. It was a survival tactic. With the brain reverting back to its primal self, anyone could survive the most dire of circumstances. It only usually happened with soldiers or people trapped in an abusive relationship.
But now, Rick supposed, it would be extremely common. “But if Carol's right, there's no telling if we would be able to bring Y/N back. Who knows how long she's been feral for.” Glenn pointed out, somehow managing to make everyone feel worse.
“I'll go back and check it out with Carol. If she's right, we can try to help her. We have both of her alphas and both of her pups, that should do something. And if it isn't her, we can move on.” Taking charge, Maggie spoke up but looked to Rick for approval given the severity of the consequences should two members of their group be found wandering well after dark.
His first instinct was to say no, there was no way he could risk all of their safeties for one person (even if it was his omega and unborn pup) but as he looked over his pack and watching how their eyes lit up with both despair and hope, he knew that he couldn't refuse. “If you're not back in 20 minutes-”
Carol had taken Maggie's hand and was out the door before he could finish his sentence. He huffed. “Y'all go get some more sleep, we don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow.” That appeased the others, especially since they had almost no clue who Y/N was save for some vague mentions of her.
Carl and Daryl stayed in the foyer. “It ain't her.” But Daryl's voice was broken and weak. Conflict swirled in the blue of his eyes. He wanted so badly for her to be alive but to be alive and in that condition because of his inability to protect her- it was killing him. 
“It's not your fault. Or my dad's. This could be our chance to get her back.” Carl almost begged the other man. “Just have hope.” Daryl scoffed and turned his back on them, storming off to a quiet part of the house.
“Go check on your sister, I'll deal with him.” Rick followed after, his own heart heavy with guilt.
Maggie kept her head on a swivel, watching for any movement from the empty streets and dark houses. Carol however, had her eyes locked forwards, speeding back to the infirmary. 
A light drizzle had started, cooling down the warm night air considerably but that wasn't the cause of Carol's goosebumps. They had lost too many already, whether it was from walkers or even other humans, so the prospect of getting someone back was overwhelming. She thundered up the few steps and threw open the front door, Maggie close behind.
Carol was so deep in her excitement that she didn't notice that the yowling had stopped, but the other woman did. “Carol-” She started but her warning went ignored.
The basement door was open just wide enough for the dull yellow light of a lone lantern to illuminate the hallway. The wood slammed into the wall as the door was thrown open by the older omega, making both women freeze.
The room was barren save for a ratty blanket on the concrete ground. “She was here! I swear!” Maggie cautiously inched into the room. She scooped up the torn fabric and brought it up to her nose. 
“I believe you, her scent is fresh.” The silent question was left hanging in the air, 'where did she go?'.
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It had taken less than 2 weeks for the relative safety of Alexandria to collapse. The first cracks had appeared on that first night. When Maggie and Carol returned alone but with a blanket that reeked of their lost packmate, Daryl had almost gone mad searching the town for her. He had caught her scent only once and it was outside the wall. It led them all to question the strength of the huge steel plates if a starved and heavily pregnant omega could scale it.
Then Noah was gone and the rift between the Alexandrians and them got even larger. It seemed like nothing could unite the two groups, especially after Rick became de-facto leader after Reg’s death. 
Everything felt so wrong and out of place. With the discovery of the herd in the quarry and the realisation that Y/N was still alive somewhere, those feelings only got worse for Carl. 
Chaos rippled through Alexandria, leaving deep panic and blood in its wake. People had somehow scaled the great walls of the city and had already killed so many of their own. A bulk of the fighters were gone, effectively leaving the women and children undefended and woefully underprepared for any attack. 
Adrenaline coursed through Carl's veins, sharpening his senses but his reactions were still a milli-second too slow. There was already a cut along his forearm that burned and his hands trembled. Enid was silent beside him, Judith pinned to her chest as the three of them darted into another house on the outskirts of town.
The image of that man with the 'W' carved into his forehead flashed behind Carl's eyelids, just the same as every other person he had killed. Enid began to speak but he turned his back on her, instead silently looking through the house for any unwanted guests.
This whole thing was so painfully reminiscent of the Governor’s attack and the only thing he could do was keep him and Judith safe. They would survive just like before.
He breathed a sigh of relief as the rooms turned up empty and quiet. “What do we do now?” Enid spoke up, her voice strained with panic.
“I guess we wait.” Dust floated up from the couch as the teens sat down, finally able to catch their breaths.
Judith cooed at her older brother before looking up at the ceiling and repeating the sound, this time even louder. “Is she seeing ghosts or something?” Edith attempted to joke but instead just got silence back and the baby taken from her arms. 
“She just likes making noises.” As if to confirm his theory, Judith chose that moment to squeal excitedly, wiggling in his arms without taking her eyes off of the ceiling. 
The wood above them creaked, sending a light dusting of plaster down onto the three children. Carl and Enid seized with fear while Judith continued to make noise. 
“Stay here.” With the baby quickly thrust back into her arms, Enid had no choice but to remain on the couch, watching with wide eyes as Carl drew his gun and cautiously climbed the stairs to the second floor. 
He was sure he had checked every room carefully. He knew he did. But as he got closer to the master bedroom and the noises got louder, he began to doubt himself. His steps were light, desperately trying to avoid any creaky floorboards that would alert whatever was hiding about his position. 
His knuckles were deathly pale as he tightened his grip around his gun, the barrel trembled only slightly with his nerves. Carl pushed the bedroom door open with the end of the weapon and once again was met with a completely empty room but the soft groaning was still present and he could now tell that it was leaking from the closet on the opposite end. 
A sudden shout from Judith made him jump but his attention snapped back to the closet when something slammed into the wood heavily. 
“Just a walker, it’s just a walker.” He murmured to himself. His left hand dropped from the butt of the pistol and he gingerly grabbed the doorknob, ready to turn it and then immediately back off to give himself some room for a clean shot. 
Taking in a single deep breath, he steadied his gun and refocused his senses. Then he turned the knob. 
Silence overtook the room but only for a few seconds when the sound of chains shifting emanated from the small dark space. Then a foot stepped over the threshold, and a hand curled into the doorframe as whatever was trapped inside finally pulled itself out. 
The first thing Carl saw was her eyes- bright yellow with the pupils near the size of pin drops as they locked onto him. They weren’t the eyes of a walker. Even fresh, the ghouls supported milky white irises. 
She did not snarl at him nor lunge, instead her head tilted and she sniffed the air. She took another step forward and finally Carl could see her two claiming marks, and more importantly, her pregnant belly. 
“Mom.” The word slipped from his mouth before he could stop it. She froze and a purr rumbled through the room. “Yeah! You know me, it’s Carl. And Judith is downstairs. You remember Judith don’t you?” She blinked at him, there was no comprehension behind her eyes. 
Carl sighed. “We’ll work on it.”
It was only then that he noticed the heavy chain around her neck. There were spots of blood along her collarbone from where the metal had pulled at her skin. “Shit.” He muttered. 
The gun slid easily into the waistband at his back and with his hands now free, he carefully approached her. She watched him but didn’t move which he took as a good sign. 
From what he could tell, the chain had been looped around her neck a couple times and then locked to a hook haphazardly drilled into the side of the closet. He was confident that he could pull it straight out of the wall if he got enough leverage. 
As he moved closer, Y/N shifted to the side, allowing him to slip into the closet behind her. 
The small space was absolutely rancid but he continued forward, albeit holding his breath. She blocked out the light some but he was still able to see where she was bound to the wall. Already one of the screws on the anchor was gone so gathering up some of the slack from her chain, he wound it around his hands and with an almighty tug, it came loose from the drywall. 
“See, that was easy enough.” She stood stock still as he delicately lifted her bounds from around her neck, letting the metal drop to the hardwood with a clatter. 
Her eyes looked down at it then back to him. “E-e-e-zzz-ee.” She repeated, her voice broken and raspy from disuse. 
Immediately Carl lit up. “That’s right! Easy!” The corner of her lip turned up into what he thought was supposed to be a smile but looked more like a grimace to him. 
“Carl? You’ve been up here for a while, is everything ok?” Enid called out and just like that, Y/N was once again hunched over and snarling aggressively. 
“Stay there!” He called out but he was too late. The teen stepped into the bedroom, Judith still in her arms. She froze, her eyes going wide. 
“Who- who is that?” She asked, almost in disgust. She tried to turn away, to somehow shield the toddler in her arms from the sight of the feral omega but as soon as Judith disappeared from Y/N’s eye-line, she let out a deep warning growl. 
“Give me Judith,” Carl urged, “right now.” 
“Are you crazy?” She hissed, clinging even tighter to the unbothered toddler. 
“Trust me.” As soon as Judith was in her brother’s arms, the growling stopped. And when he walked closer, the scent of milk and flowers filled the room. Y/N reached for the pair of them with shaky hands, her fingers just skimming the soft chubby cheek of her daughter. 
“That’s why Judy was making so much noise, she could smell her.” Said girl giggled and tried to launch herself at the omega but Carl held tight. As much as he would love to have them properly reunited, he doubted she could support Judith’s weight in her arms after not eating properly for god knows how long. 
Y/N looked at Carl while grabbing his wrist. He let her pull his hand away from his sister and closer to her belly. She laid his palm flat against the top of her bump.
The baby moved under his hand, softly kicking at his fingers. Relief washed over the boy and he felt a massive weight lift from his chest. “Dad's not gonna believe this.” 
It took some coaxing (ie Carl using Judith like a carrot on a stick) but he was able to lead Y/N out of the master bedroom and down the stairs. He let her cradle Judith's head between her hands as he looked outside, watching for any of those freaks that had attacked them.
Only when he was sure that the streets were properly empty did he carefully open the front door. “Come on. Enid! Let's go!” He called back but the house was silent save for Y/N's purrs and Judith's coos. 
“Goddamnit.” He knew he should go look for her but he also wanted to get his mother to safety and she would not be safe in the house where someone had kept her trapped. So, he walked away, heading back towards the centre of town, hopeful that his father and Daryl had returned.
Her bare feet scraped against the concrete as she trailed behind him. While her eyes were fixed on him and the baby, Carl could see the way her nose scrunched and her head tilted, alert for any sign of danger. 
“Carl!” Rick's voice echoes through the street, panicked and strained.
He looked back at Y/N who had perked up slightly, the yellow of her eyes now holding flecks of its natural colour. He chanced it. “Dad!” Rick rounded the corner, gun at the ready and with a fire in his eyes but as soon as he saw the trio, he stumbled.
Even from a distance, Carl could see the way the breath was knocked from his lungs. Like Daryl, Rick blamed himself for their omega's disappearance. He felt the weight more heavily because he was not only responsible for her but also for the whole pack, his guilt ran deep, infecting every choice he made and slowly driving him mad.
When Daryl would leave Alexandria to search for her, Rick would stay behind, forcing himself to focus on the rest of his pack. He thought that if he could protect everyone else, the guilt would wane, but it never did.
“Omega!” His voice thundered down the street making Y/N freeze. There was some sort of recognition in her posture: her head bowed, shoulders slack but her lips still curled into a snarl and she attempted to snatch Judith from Carl's arms. She only succeeded in tugging both of her pups closer to her body.
“Omega.” He repeated, this time softer and offering her his empty hands. “It’s ok, I won’t hurt you or the pups.” He bowed his head and dropped his eyes to the ground in submission. 
She growled again but it was softer and more confused. “I’m your alpha.” As slowly as he could, Rick extended his left arm and presented her with his wrist. While not as prominent as his neck, his scent still bled from his skin. Her nose twitched and as she leaned forward to sniff at his offered limb while keeping her eyes locked onto him. 
Her brows furrowed and she took a step closer, her hand darting out to grip his wrist. Her cold nose rubbed against his cold skin as she inhaled even more of that intoxicating scent that tugged at part of her mind. 
Carl beamed when she dropped his father’s hand in favour of burying her nose into the crook of his neck. Judith gave a chirp as she was squished between the two grown-ups, still partially in her brother’s arms and her mother’s. 
Rick’s eyes fluttered shut as her own scent washed over him for the first time in almost 2 months, thick with fear and apprehension but it was hers all the same. Her bump pushed into his stomach and he felt like he could cry. She was safe, she was alive and she was back in his arms. 
Warmth flooded their bond, bringing a smile to his face. She licked at the mark she had left on his scent gland months ago so Rick placed his hand on her hip, gently pulling her even closer. He winced as he realised just how malnourished she was. “Let’s go get you and the baby checked out and maybe some food.”
Her eyes remained uncomprehending but she followed after him anyway, his hand held tightly in hers. 
Bodies lay in the streets, both enemies and friends alike as the moans of the undead just outside the walls form a macabre symphony. Y/N snarled under her breath and cupped her stomach while Carl glanced at his father, panic colouring his features.
“Is that the herd?” 
“The plan went sideways but we'll think of a new one.” Rick promised, laying his free hand on the teen's shoulder.
“Enid's gone.” 
His face hardened as he replied sternly. “As soon as we have a clear path out, we'll search for her. Daryl's still out there too.” His eyes flicked back to the omega who currently had her teeth bared at the solid walls. “We'll get them all back.” And he didn't just mean those trapped outside the city.
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There was a haze wrapped around Y/N's mind. It was like walking through a dense fog right as dawn broke- the light just barely strong enough to let her see a few inches in front of her but every step she took forward, the world that she knew was swallowed up and forgotten. She had no idea where she was going or where she had been but the tugging in her chest pulled her ever forward.
She had brief moments of clarity, snapshots in time that only materialised for a second before the fog descended once more.
The pop of gunfire and the smell of smoke as she ran barefoot into the woods.
Blood pouring from cuts on her hands as she scrambles up a crumbling lattice, the dead reaching for her, their rotting fingers only inches away from her feet.
Feeling the babe inside her belly kick for the first time. She cries.
Two men corner her in an abandoned warehouse. Their tone is comforting but their words are garbled. She tries to speak but all that comes out is a growl.
Another man, this one bigger and meaner looking, wrapping something cold around her neck. He spits on her face before sealing her into darkness.
But none of those snapshots compared to this moment. 
Reality slammed into her chest like a freight train. Y/N gasped for air as she desperately looked around. She was in a house, a nice house by the looks of it and surrounded by people she didn't recognise.
The smell of copper and death fill the cramped room as people scream at each other, their voices like nails on chalkboard to her sensitive ears. She winced and attempted to curl into herself but was stopped by her huge belly. 
Something about it isn't right but before she can recall why, her attention shifts to the form on the bed next to her. He's no older than 14 but he's tall and his brown hair is long. A white bandage covers half of his face. She knew that face. 
Her hands trembled as she cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. He did not react at all, just remained deathly still before her, the only movements of his body was the steady and too slow rising and lowering of his chest.
“Carl.” The name came to her and a second later, so did everything else. “Carl?” He was so big now, already growing into his features. He looked so much like his father. 
His father.
Her head shot up, eyes scanning the now mostly empty room for her alphas. The front door was wide open, letting in the grotesque sounds of flesh being sliced open and bone shattering. The darkness from outside seemed to grow with each passing second as the moans grew louder.
Y/N leaned over Carl's body as if to afford him some protection if the walkers made their way inside but deep down she doubted that she could do much besides buy him a couple extra seconds. She felt weak, she was tired and her entire being ached.
“It's ok baby, I'll keep you safe.” 
Suddenly, bright light streamed through the doorway and an explosion rocked the house. Y/N whimpered and cradled her boy as the sounds of celebration overpowered all else. 
“They actually did it.” A plump woman wearing glasses murmured in shock. “I can't believe it.” 
As an optimistic mood filled the room, the fog began to descend once more and Y/N could feel herself slipping away. “You!” She barked at the woman who quickly turned around, her eyes wide. “T-tell my alphas that I love them.” Her words slurred and jumbled together but the woman nodded anyway.
Y/N smiled in relief. “Tell 'em to be safe.” She looked down at her boy one more time and then everything disappeared once more.
The smell of gasoline and burning bodies only seemed to add to Daryl's frustration. The past few days had been absolute hell- he was tired, hurt and so strung out he felt like anything could set him off. And that's not to mention the weird feelings that constantly flowed into him through his bond.
Fear, relief, anger, love. 
All of it was just too much.
As he watched the horde of walkers burn in the lake, he was consumed by his thoughts. Nowhere was safe, death constantly followed right behind them and some part of him knew that it would always be like that, no matter how hard they tried to change things.
His thick fingers pulled at the fraying threads of the bracelet around his wrist as he thought of his omega. He pictured that she was safe somewhere, holed up in some isolated cabin that had a garden full of food or in an abandoned apartment building that she could scavenge. Carol kept reassuring him that she was alive and ok but each day that passed without him finding Y/N, he believed his friend less and less. Even the blanket they had discovered was quickly losing her scent.
He wanted to get back out there, to keep searching but he was just so tired.
“Daryl!” Rick called over the din. His voice while strained from exhaustion still carried the power of a true alpha. The younger man ignored him though as he continued to watch the slowly dying fire from atop the truck, his hands supporting his weight as he leaned back against them.
Vaguely, he could feel frustration leaking through the bond. “Y/N's here!” That snapped him out of it.
“Wha?” But before Rick could repeat himself, Daryl had jumped down, landing heavily on his already sore legs. “She's?”
His brother nodded. “With Carl but she's feral so we have to take it slow.”
“But she's-” Suddenly he felt like he couldn't speak, his guilt and relief wrapping around his throat in a tight grip.
“She's safe, the pup's safe.” Rick gestured to the infirmary and before he could think, Daryl took off running.
50 days. It had been 50 agonising, tortuous days of unknowing, of guilt and fear. Of imagining the hell which she experienced since the moment that the chain fences of the prison fell.
50 days of self-hate, of knowing he wasn't enough- not strong enough, not fast enough, not brave enough- to save her and the pup. 
50 days of her haunting his every thought.
50 days.
And as he ran into the infirmary, all that time, all that fear disappeared the second he saw her again. The clock reset the moment he stepped over the threshold and her golden eyes locked with his blue ones.
He didn't care that she didn't recognise him, he didn't care that she snarled and planted her hands down around Carl's body as if he was a danger to the boy who was almost like his own. 
She was alive, she was here. And that's all that mattered.
For the first time in 50 days, Daryl smiled.
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"You found me"
@febuwhump Day 12: Semi-Conscious
Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV)
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Era: Whisperers War (S10)
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: canon-typical violence, injuries, blood
A/N: Some dialogue was pulled from S10E11
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“Daryl!” you call out into the empty woods, not caring who else or what else can hear you. “Daryl!”
When Carol, Jerry, and Kelly’s group came back short a few members, you barely had to hear what happened before knowing what you needed to do: they found Alpha’s horde but got trapped in a cave, and after it collapsed with two of them still inside, Daryl left to go find the Whisperers himself. Typical Daryl, you thought, grabbing your weapons.
“Where are you going?” Luke had called as you stomped towards the gate, armed to the teeth with your knives strapped to your thighs, bow across your back, and hatchet in hand.
“To find Daryl,” you had yelled back over your shoulder after signaling the guard to open the gate.
“But it’s going to be dark soon,” he tried again.
“Exactly,” you replied as you took off running into the trees.
And it was dark now. You’ve been out here for hours. Even though you’ve been on plenty of hunting trips with Daryl, you were no tracker, so you’ve resorted to yelling his name in hopes that he’ll pop out of a bush to tell you to shut up. No such luck, of course.
Walkers and Whisperers alike had found you, but they were no match for the blind rage that consumed you. You slashed and stabbed and shot anything that got in your way. At this point, you were sufficiently covered in both blood and walker guts, giving you convenient camouflage should you need to hide from anything. 
But you are done hiding. You are ready to face the world, both dead and alive, head on, if it means that you find him.
“Daryl!” you yell again, scanning the woods. A branch snaps behind you. You whip around, bow loaded with an arrow in your bloody hands, ready to strike. You know it’s not Daryl - he would never make so much noise in the woods. This is his domain.
Through the shadow of the trees, you spot a solitary figure, peering at you from behind a tree with their hands up. You step forward, keeping your weapon raised. But when you get closer, the light from the full moon casts a glow across a familiar face and wide brown eyes.
“Oh my god, Lydia,” you breathe out, lowering your bow. “Are you okay?”
The teen steps out of her hiding place. “Y-yeah,” she stutters out, walking towards you. You open your arms and she falls into you, wrapping her thin arms around your waist. 
“Thank god,” you whisper. You hold her with your free arm, cradling her head and rubbing her hair. She breathes out a sigh of relief.
“Have you seen Daryl?” you ask her when she pulls away.
Lydia nods. “He was fighting my mom,” she chokes out. “They both went towards this old shop, and then walkers found them.”
Fear laces through your veins like ice. 
“Take me there,” you order Lydia, and she nods before turning and showing you the way.
The old machine shop is decrepit. The front garage door is wide open, and it’s half overtaken by nature, like the woods are trying to eat it up. You and Lydia approach quietly. You crouch behind one of the outer walls to peek in before entering, but she walks right in. When you follow her, you see Alpha, laying in the middle of the floor, covered in blood. Lydia kneels next to her as if in a trance.
You scan the rest of the shop for Daryl, but you don’t see him. Panic builds in your throat, and you’re ready to yell his name out again when you see a pool of dark liquid half hidden behind a counter in the back corner. Creeping towards it, you peer around to find Daryl in a pool of blood.
“Oh my god,” you breathe out, dropping to the floor. You crawl to him, barely registering the warm liquid seeping through your jeans. “Daryl, oh my god, Daryl,” you say through the tears welling up in your eyes as you pull his head onto your lap. 
Leaning forward, ear close to his mouth, you hear him wheezing out breaths. He’s alive!
“Daryl,” you say to him, “Daryl, I’m here. I got you.” You brush his hair out of his face, and find a slash on his forehead that’s painted his face with blood too. Using your sleeve, you try to clean him the best that you can. “I’m here, babe.”
Daryl’s wheezing pauses, and he lets out a low groan, not unlike one that a walker would make. 
“D-daryl?” you ask breathlessly. Please don’t be dead please don’t be dead.
He moans out your name, eyes fluttering open, trying but failing to focus on your face. 
“I’m here,” you reassure him, letting out a sigh of relief that his eyes are still blue. “I got you, you’re safe.” 
He tries to lift one of his hands to your face but he’s so weak, it flops back onto the ground. You reach across him and lift it for him, holding it to your cheek. It’s covered in blood, but you are too so you don’t care.
Daryl moans your name again, faintly rubbing his thumb along your cheek.
“You found me,” he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper.
“I did,” you answer as the first of the tears fall from your eyes.
“You always do,” he mumbles again, eyes falling shut.
“I always will,” you laugh through your tears. “Always.”
“I know,” he says, the faintest of smirks on his lips.
Daryl’s hand starts to drop again and you let it, but instead of hitting the ground again, he moves it towards his left thigh.
“M-my leg,” he mutters.
“Okay,” you reply, gently lifting his head to move it off of your lap. “Let me take a look at it.”
When you slide down to inspect his leg, you find a huge stab wound. The blood has stained his clothes and his skin so dark that you can’t even tell if it’s still bleeding, but you can see that it’s bad. You steal a glance at Alpha, who’s laying on the floor alone now. You can’t see Lydia anymore, but you can hear scratching coming from somewhere in the shop, so you know she’s still around.
Turning back to Daryl’s wound, you quickly peel your leather jacket off, tossing it to the side. Then, you yank your shirt off over your head to wrap around his leg. You press it to the wound and the blood immediately starts seeping through. As gently as possible, you lift his leg so you can get the fabric underneath. Then you tie the sleeves together tight, but not too tight. You really aren’t in the mood to have to cut his leg off tonight. 
When you’re done, you slide back up to Daryl’s face. It looks like he’s passed out.
“Lydia,” you call quietly, slipping your leather jacket back on over your bra. “I need your help to get him out of here.”
She pops around the corner, freezing at the sight of him passed out in a puddle of his own blood.
“He’s alive,” you say quickly, knowing what it looks like. “But we have to get him out of here.”
Lydia nods, dropping to a crouch next to him. Together, you and Lydia lift Daryl up by his arms, and each slip under one of them. Careful not to let his leg drag, the three of you slowly make your way out of the shop, past Alpha, and back into the woods.
Unfortunately for you and Lydia, Daryl is not a very light man, so the two of you don’t get very far before you have to put him down. You prop him up against a tree, before falling to the ground next to him, out of breath.
“We’ll have to stay here for a while,” you say, trying to breathe. Lydia nods, suppressing a yawn. “Sleep,” you tell her. “I’ll keep watch.”
“Are you sure?” she asks, but you can see she’s fighting to stay awake.
“Yeah, I got it,” you reassure her, taking your bow in your hands and nocking an arrow. 
It’s already the middle of the night, only a few hours until sunrise. You pace around your makeshift campsite for a while, keeping an eye and an ear out for any walkers or Whisperers but nothing appears. Every couple of minutes, you double check that Daryl is still breathing. He’s the strongest person you know, but you’re still so scared of losing him. He lost a lot of blood yesterday, and your shirt isn’t much in the way of real medical care. 
The sun is fully up when Lydia starts to stir. Yawning and stretching, she sits up to find you sitting next to Daryl, one of his limp arms wrapped around you as you scan the trees.
“You wanna get some sleep before we try to move him again?” she asks you. “I can keep watch.”
“Nah, I’m alright,” you say quietly, not wanting to disturb Daryl. The man never sleeps, so you aren’t trying to ruin it for him now when he needs it the most. “I don’t think I’d be able to actually rest with him like this.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s fair,” Lydia sighs, looking over Daryl’s unconscious, blood-soaked form. 
You slip out from under Daryl’s arm, placing it gently back at his side. “I’m gonna try and find some water or food though,” you say, standing. “You good to watch him?”
Lydia nods, crouching in front of him. 
Loading your bow again, you take off into the woods. Moving quietly, you try to find any signs of animals around. Nothing, of course. But you do find a small stream. You fish the water bottle out of your pack and fill it up. The water’s clear, at least. It’ll have to do until Daryl is fit enough to move again. 
Thankfully you don’t encounter any walkers either, real or pretend. As much as you know you can’t sleep with Daryl in such a bad state, your body is exhausted, and even the thought of having to wrestle with the undead makes you want to fall over and never get up. Eventually, you give up on hunting and make your way back to Lydia and Daryl.
When you get close, you hear voices. You freeze, straining your ears to listen. And when you hear a familiar low rumble, you take off in a sprint. You crash through the trees and you’re immediately met with bright blue eyes, alert albeit exhausted.
“Daryl!” you shriek, dropping to your knees next to him. As careful as you can, you wrap your arms around the man. “Oh thank god.”
“Alright alright,” he grumbles into your hair. “Calm down woman, I ain’t dead.” But despite his complaint, you feel his hand find the small of your back.
You pull away, taking his face in your hands. “You almost were, dummy,” you say, landing a big messy kiss on his forehead.
“You look almost dead,” he scoffs, reaching up and holding your cheek, which is crusted with blood, both his and the Whisperers you fought to get to him.
“Thanks to you,” you shoot back, smiling. 
“Yeah yeah,” he grumbles again, a small smirk on his face. It quickly falls and he grows serious. “We gotta get back.”
You nod. “Think you can get up?” you ask him. He immediately tries, straining with the effort, but you and Lydia are there to help him. Under each of his arms, the two of you help him to walk.
The three of you make your way to where he left his bike. Struggling with his injured leg, Daryl climbs on and slides all the way forward, making room for you and Lydia on the back. It’s a tight squeeze, but you make it work. When you and Lydia are settled, Daryl turns the bike on, engine rumbling through the quiet forest, before setting off for the Hilltop.
The gates open as soon as the guards spot the three of you coming, and Daryl steers it inside, parking right in front of the big house. Yumiko, Luke, Kelly, and Jerry are there, and they come right up to the three of you.
“Any sign of them?” Yumiko asks as you and Lydia slide off the back of the bike.
“We didn’t get that far,” he replies. 
“What do you mean?” Kelly asks, concern in her voice. “What happened?”
“We gotta talk,” Daryl grunts as he tries to get off the bike himself, before giving in and letting you help. 
“D, I’m sorry,” Luke pipes up. “We gotta find our people, man.”
“No, you can’t go out there,” Lydia answers him, voice grave. “My mother’s coming.”
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Daryl Dixon x NB!Reader (afab, plus-size) 🏹 Daryl x Reader x Rick 🛡️
The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 22
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Summary: You and Rick face the consequences of spending the night together. Word count: 4K This chapter contains: Shane and kissing. The two are not related.
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This was the best dream Rick Grimes had ever experienced. You, the most captivating and sweetest-smelling omega in the world, were lying right next to him, your round softness nestled in his own body. Even mixed with Daryl’s, your scent was intoxicating. He sighed and groaned, tightening his arms around you. You startled awake, but Rick, half-asleep, just soothed you with a low voice.
“Hush now, Bunny.”
“Mmm, it’s too early, Alpha.”
“That’s right, Omega,” Rick mumbled, letting himself get lost in the dream again.
He started dozing, but was awakened suddenly when you slipped out of his arms. Throwing the covers aside, you leaped out of bed, glancing around frantically.
“Daryl’s here!”
Fully awake now, Rick watched dumbly as you snatched up your glasses and ran out of the room. He sat on the bed, willing his body to calm the hell down and trying not to panic. The dream world was gone, but he’d still been holding you in his sleep, acting like your mate and wanting to be just that. His cock was straining in his too-tight briefs. It was like you’d been ripped away from him, taking with you his good sense and his will to live.
How was he going to explain this to his friend? His stomach knotted, as he slipped on his boots. Not knowing if he could even look Daryl in the eye, Rick also felt your loss so keenly, he couldn’t help chasing after you.
He followed your scent trail back to the main room, then down the hallway toward the entrance. There, he stood in the doorway of the fellowship hall, watching Daryl hug and kiss you. Rick dragged his hand through his unruly curls, blatantly staring as you gazed up at Daryl and whispered to him.
At that point, Rick realized just how wrong he’d been about everything.About sharing a room with you, about standing in for your true mate in every way but one. Instead of letting himself fall asleep, he should have stayed awake and gotten the hell out of that bed the moment you’d zonked out for the night. 
Honestly, though, his resistance to you had been shattered by then. You, scared and needy, tempted him like nothing else ever had. 
He recalled what you hinted at yesterday, about him smelling you despite the fact you wore your scent blockers. Maybe in another time, another place, he’d let himself believe you were his, but you weren’t. Daryl’s mark was emblazoned on your skin, and whatever Rick might want, or even need, didn’t matter.
While Rick stewed in his thoughts, Daryl started walking his way, with you in tow. Rick braced himself for the worst of Daryl’s rage, but all the man did was jut out his hand.
Shocked, Rick shook it.
”Thanks for everythin'.“ Daryl muttered, shuffling his feet and gazing down at the floor. ”Y/N tol' me all ‘bout what happened. Jus' wanna let ya know there's no hard feelin's.“
Rick's gaze flitted between the two of you. You told Daryl everything? And he was okay with it? How? Rick would have been feral if someone else touched his mate.
“Daryl, I'm sorry,” Rick began. “I should've let them stay alone—”
Daryl shook his head, still not meeting Rick's eyes. “They needed ya, and ya did what I couldn't.” He shrugged. “'s alrigh'.”
Rick saw you looking at Daryl, your brow furrowed with concern.
“You don’t have to be okay with it,” Rick said, taking a step toward his friend. “I know I messed up.”
“Horse shit!” Daryl snapped. “I fucked up an’--” he trembled and took a deep breath, “An’ while I was out there, you were here takin’ care of what I couldn’t.”
“Daryl,” you soothed, rubbing his arm. “Let’s go find somewhere private and talk. All three of us.” 
Suddenly, a small, pajama-clad body was sprinting down the hallway, screeching, “Daddy!”
All three of you turned your heads toward Carl running down the hall, with Ivan flopping around in his right hand. The pup threw himself at Rick. 
“Daddy, don’t leave!” he cried.
Every time Carl did this, it broke Rick’s heart to pieces, but at least this time, he was able to stop his son’s tears. He squatted and pulled him into a proper hug.
“Not going anywhere, Carl. Bunny’s mate just got here, and we came to meet him.”
“Can I meet him, too?”
“Carl!” Lori shouted, and Rick looked up to see Lori coming down the hallway, Shane only a step behind her.
“Bunny!” Carl exclaimed, twisting away from Rick and heading for you.
Shane growled, putting Rick on high alert. Daryl must have sensed it too, because he was right next to Rick in an instant, blocking you from Shane’s view.
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Just as you were about to greet Carl, Daryl gently pushed you behind him and stood next to Rick, both men doing a pretty good impression of an impenetrable wall.  Instinctively, you took Rick’s pup by the hand and held him close to you. Whatever danger your alpha sensed, you were determined to keep it from getting to Carl.
“Lori, he’s fine,” Rick said.
“He’s my son, Rick!”
“Mine, too, Lori! And if I say he’s fine, then he’s fine.”
Daryl snarled, and you couldn’t ignore the musk of an unfamiliar alpha filling the room. It sickened you with its presence as it tried to dominate the large space.
In front of you, Daryl squared his shoulders. “Take ‘nother step, an’ you’ll regret it,” he warned.
“You really going to assault a police officer, buddy? You must be dumber than you look.”
You put your arm around Carl, not daring to move from where Daryl had put you.
“Cut it out, Shane,” Rick calmly said.
Carl tugged on your hand.  “Can we go back to the other place? I don’t like it when Shane yells.”
Was Shane in the habit of yelling around Carl? You hated the man already. Not only did he destroy Rick’s family, but he was upsetting Carl.
Your instincts told you to run and hide with Carl, but he wasn't your pup, no matter how fond you were of him.  You squatted down next to him.
“I think it’s best if you went back to your Mom. Your Daddy isn’t leaving anytime soon. Promise.”
“What about you?” he asked, holding Ivan to his chest.
“I’m not going anywhere, either.”
He nodded, then glumly walked away from you, back to his mother. 
You peered around Rick to see Lori scoop up the boy in her arms. 
“What did I tell you about running off like that, Carl?” Lori said, hugging him close.
Was it really running off if the kid just wanted to see his dad?
“That your new playmate?” Shane said, and you glanced up to find the dark-haired alpha glaring down at you.
Rick took you by the elbow and gently urged you behind him again, trying to block you from Shane’s view.  
“They’re mine,” Daryl growled, his barely contained rage so unlike Rick’s calm alertness.
Shane scoffed. “Somethin’ ain’t right about this guy, Rick. Looks like he walked in here off the trailer road. Carl shouldn’t be anywhere near him.”
Rick growled. “Carl’s my son, not yours. Just ‘cause you and Lori got something going on doesn’t change that. And it never will.”
Both of the alphas in front of you widened their stances, as if a fight might break out at any moment. But surely this wasn’t something worth fighting over. You stared at them, struck by how in sync they were, how they both tried to hide you from Shane, all without a word between them.
Something urged you to touch them both. Nothing in you wanted them to back down, but it felt like they needed you, especially Daryl. Though he might not admit it, Shane’s words could cut to the quick, bringing up memories that didn’t need to resurface.
If Rick was right about your soothing pheromones, you hoped Daryl felt them now. Maybe not enough to make him back away, but enough to make him brave and confident, like the person he was at home.
You detested Shane for judging your mate, for making Daryl doubt himself. You opened your bond to Daryl, keeping close your carefully guarded secret, but sharing the trust you had in him, the love.
Beneath your palms, Daryl relaxed somewhat, and so did Rick.
Rick cocked his head, turning toward  Daryl. “You can punch him if you want. Right in the nose. He’s broken it enough, so you can’t do much more damage.”
Daryl huffed.
Rick went on, “Guy comes in here, stares down your mate, and insults you at the same time.”
“I’d like to see him try,” Shane announced.
What an idiot this man was. You dared to look at Shane again, this time peeking around Daryl’s side. “Can’t you see it’s two against one? Even if you’re a cop, so is Rick. If you’re truly asking for it, and my Alpha hits you? It’s our word against yours, dumbass.”
“Bubbie,” Daryl warned, his voice low. 
Rick chuckled.
“Well, you heard ‘em Shane,” Rick said. “Besides, you already got what you want: the girl, my house, the treehouse I spent a year building.”
You looked on as Shane’s temper instantly deflated, his shoulders drooping with a long sigh. “Look, man, I’m sorry…it just…happened.”
Rick made a fist at his side, and for a moment you thought Rick would be the one to punch Shane instead. But Rick gradually loosened his fist, stretching out his fingers and sighing.  “You made your choice Shane, and now I have to live with it. 
Shane’s face fell, almost making you feel sorry for him. He turned and walked back down the hallway, a resigned man in place of the aggressive alpha he’d been minutes before.
Daryl scoffed. “Ya got weird taste in friends. That guy’s a goddamn asshole.”
Rick nodded. “One of the many reasons we’re not friends anymore.”
Absently, you rubbed soothing circles on each of their backs, and both men slowly turned around, staring down at you.
The hand that had been touching Rick fell to your side, and you made a fist of your own, missing the solid warmth of his back beneath your palm. Daryl wrapped his arm around you.
Rick grinned, “Hope we didn’t get you too spooked, Bunny.”
“Bunny?” Daryl mumbled, his eyebrow quirked.
Rick shrugged, his gaze still on you “Like you said, ‘bunny in a bear trap.’ That’s how they were yesterday morning, down on all fours in the rain, looking for their glasses.”
“I did not look like that until the thunder started,” you defended. “This is my first hurricane. I’ll do better next time.”
“Won’t be alone next time, neither,” Daryl told you.
You nodded, still sensing some of Daryl’s unease. You took his hand. “I wasn’t alone this time. And we need to talk about that, all three of us.”
“I don’t--”Rick said.
“Please, Rick. I have to tell you something. But first, Daryl needs to clean up and eat.  Can you get us a couple of meals and bring them back to the room?”
Rick’s eyes flitted from you to Daryl.
Your mate peered down at you. “Wha’s goin’ on, ‘Mega? Ya hurt? Scared?”
“No…well, I am scared, but not in the way you’re thinking. Can we just get some breakfast and talk? The three of us?”
*
Daryl had dressed in a set of Rick’s clothes, sans underwear and socks. Something about wearing another man’s skivvies just didn’t seem right. His belly was full, his mind was restless, as he leaned on the wall of the tiny room apportioned to you and Rick.
You, small and meek, perched on the corner of the bed, twisting your fingers in your lap, looking like--well, a skittish rabbit. The nickname fit you, he had to admit.
Rick didn’t appear much calmer; he sat on the little couch, his knee bouncing wildly as he stared out the small, ceiling level window. It let in a sliver of gray light, and showed the storm as it raged outside.
You took a deep breath and stared at your lap, and through the bond Daryl noticed your worry and fear. He took one step toward you, but you held up your hand, palm facing him. 
“Just give me a second,” you said, meeting his eyes.
He nodded and resumed his post, though he ached to provide comfort and ease away the trouble that plagued you.
You rubbed your hand on your forehead. “I don’t really know where to start. With what Ro said, or the first time I suspected, or start with what happened just now.”
“Jus’ take yer time, Bubbie,” Daryl told you, his belly in knots. “We ain't goin’ anywhere.”
“Nowhere to go,” Rick said. “Just start at the beginning. Don’t leave anything out, especially if you think it’s important.”
You nodded to Rick, and when you looked at Daryl, unshed tears formed in your eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” you sniffed. “I love you, but I have to tell you, and you may not like what I have to say.”
Daryl sprang off the wall, ignoring your earlier request. In a flash, he was next to you on the bed pulling you against him. “Whatever it is, ‘s alrigh’, ya hear? I feel it tearin’ ya up inside, an’ I can’t stand it.” He framed your face with his hands. “G’on, Bubbie.”
Your lower lip trembled , and you glanced at Rick. The deputy was sitting forward on the couch, forearms resting on his knees, his eyes locked on you.
You blinked and tears streamed down your cheeks. “I think that Rick is my mate.”
Daryl froze in place, shock and fear coursing through him.
But you went on. “I think you both are.”
“Both?” Daryl managed to say.
You nodded. “I’m sorry. Alpha.”
Daryl looked over to Rick, and his normally unflappable friend stared at you like a deer in headlights facing his tragic fate head-on, unable to stop it.
“I tried not to. I tried so hard. I don’t even know if you feel it, Rick, but I think you do. And out there, with Shane and everything, you both protecting me, and somehow I knew--I know--that I need you both.”
Rick shook his head. “We just wanted Shane to keep his distance.”
“No,” Daryl said, his voice low and gravelly. He clutched at you. “That ain’t it, is it ‘Mega?”
You shook your head and sighed, taking his hand and holding it. Whatever barrier you’d put up in your bond was gone now, and Daryl absorbed all the fear and longing you sent him. 
He felt your love for him, but he also realized how much you ached, too, for Rick. And the force of all that spurred him to fix this. To give you everything you needed, wanted, no matter what. You were his, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t be Rick’s too.
He studied Rick again, and it seemed as if Rick couldn’t take his eyes off you.
“You don’t need to--” Rick started.
“They do,” Daryl interrupted. “I can feel ‘em wantin’ ya, Rick, jus’ like they want me.” He let go of your hand and stroked your cheek. “That’s how it is, ain’t it? First time ya met ‘im it was like you an’ me all those months ago.”
“Yes,” you whimpered, leaning into his touch.
“An’ ya been keepin’ it bottled up to protec’ me?”
You nodded.
He glared at Rick. “Ya wan’ ‘em like that, too doncha? Like anytime ya ain’t near ‘em ‘s like part of ya’s missin’. An’ when ya touch ‘em ‘s like ya come alive.”
Rick shook his head. “Doesn’t matter what I want. I’m not coming between you. Not going to ruin what y’all have.”
“Nothin’s gettin’ ruined. Don’ ya wanna make ‘em happy? Stop ‘em from frettin’ and hurtin’ an’ worryin’?”
“Daryl,” you whispered, sniffing again. “Are you sure this is okay?”
“Oh, Bubbie,” he murmured, kissing your temple. He nibbled your ear then whispered, voice low and soft. “I wanna see ya kiss ‘im like ya mean it. Let me see ya take what you wan’. What ya need.”
He raised his head and  looked at Rick. “What do ya say? Ya gonna come take care of ‘em? Make ‘em stop hurtin’?”
Rick’s chest rose and fell, once, twice. Then he reached out a trembling hand to you. “Is this what you want, Bunny?”
You nodded, and Daryl gently pushed you toward Rick. The other man reminded Daryl of a wild bobcat ready to pounce and devour its prey, yet Rick   moved as if in slow motion, using only a small tug on your hand to urge you down on the couch with him. 
*
Rick was doing all he could to be calm. You were next to him again, and his disbelief gave way to hope. All those times he imagined sharing you with Daryl. All those nights he spent alone, mind wild with images of him knotting you, of you having his pups.
Could that all really come true? Was any of this possible?
From the corner of his eye, he saw Daryl sink down on the bed, lean back on one hand, and use the other hand to press against his crotch.
Maybe Daryl really was okay with this.
Rick turned to you once more, and he saw your pretty eyes blinking up at him, red-rimmed and uncertain. His hand wouldn’t stop shaking as it held yours, but he kept holding tightly to you anyway.
On your knees next to him, you said, “Do you really want this? You’ve never said anything. Maybe you don’t feel what I do, maybe you want an omega you don’t have to share, or one who’s a woman, or one who’s thinner.”
Sweet Jesus, help him. How could he want anything but you?
“Oh, Bunny,” he breathed. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you. First time I smelled you I never wanted to smell anything else.”
He used his index finger and tilted your head up. “You’re perfect. Now c’mere.”
He pulled you toward him until you fell forward and landed against him. 
You pressed your hands to his chest to hold yourself up, but Rick hooked an arm around your waist and urged you closer. Your soft, heavy weight settled against him. How he loved the feel of you, every soft curve of you, the extra weight you had all over, the way you molded around him just right. With one arm still around your waist, he held  your jaw with his other hand, cupping your cheek.  Your skin was hot beneath his palm, your eyes shuttering as you tried to keep looking into his eyes.
He pressed his lips to your forehead, your nose. The hand on your cheek found its way to cradle the back of your head, and Rick held you in place as he continued to pepper you with light, fleeting kisses, all the while avoiding your mouth.
His body practically screamed at him to take you, to give in to all the desires and fantasies he’d pent up since meeting you. But Rick measured each moment carefully. You had all the time in the world now, you and him.  All that would come later, after he had proven himself to you, courted your properly as a mate should.
The room filled with the musk and perfume of all three of you. He spared a glance at Daryl, who was still leaning back on the bed palming himself over his jeans. He bit his lip and breathed heavily, staring at you cradled in Rick’s arms.
Rick never thought of himself as an exhibitionist, but he wanted to prove himself to Daryl too, show his friend that he could make you happy, satisfy you as you deserved.
“Alpha,” you whimpered. “Rick, please.”
Rick traced the shell of your ear with his tongue then spoke against your skin. “Look what you’re doing to him. To both of us.”
Your eyes flitted to Daryl then back to him, and you smiled, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “I can’t believe this is happening,” you said. “That both of you want me.”
“Who wouldn’t want you, Bunny? So sweet and cute.”
You narrowed your eyes. “I don’t want to be sweet and cute, I want to be sexy. I want to be yours.”
“You will, Omega,” Rick soothed. “Just not today.”
“Why?”
“Because this is still new. And I want to do this right. Take my time with you.”
“Won’t you at least kiss me, Alpha?”
“I think I can kiss you. But that’s all.”
“Okay,” you nodded, licking your lips.
“Close your eyes.”
You obeyed, fluttering your eyes closed. Rick tightened his arm around you and finally pressed his lips to yours. Your hands grabbed at his shirt, trying to yank him into yourself. He kept his kisses slow, languid, gentle. You tried to breach the seam of his lips with your tongue, but he wouldn’t let you.
You let out a frustrated moan and became a squirrely thing in his arms, protesting his chaste kissing.
He never imagined you’d be this needy. Leaning back he held you away from him, but you tried to chase after his lips. A passive omega you were not, Rick realized, instead you were a desperate little thing, intent on taking all you wanted from him.
What fun it would be to tease you, to have  you sprawled out beneath him begging, crying for his knot. He’d keep denying you, just to see how much you wanted it, wanted him.
But that was for another day. After you trusted him in a way that went beyond biology and hormones, in the way that two people could trust each other, regardless of designation.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Daryl standing up, shirt unbuttoned, belt undone.
“Here, ‘mega,” he said, reaching for you. He scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bed, where he sat you on his lap.
“I think it’s ‘bout time ya give Rick a break.”
You looked back and forth between them. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, Omega,” Rick encouraged. “You’re doing everything just right.”
Daryl nuzzled his mark on your neck.  “He wants to take his time with ya, tha’s all. He’s a decent guy, ya know. Not some redneck who picked you up at a motel.”
“But Daryl, I love the way we met.” You let out a stuttered moan as he kissed his mark.
“Ain’t ya heard of courtin’, Bubbie?” he scolded you.
“Of course I have, but nobody does that anymore.”
“Mmm, I think Rick does.”
How Daryl knew his intention surprised Rick, but there was a lot that Daryl picked up on that most people wouldn’t.
Daryl kissed his way along your neck, and you looked up at Rick.
“But I don’t have a family you need to prove anything to.”
Rick squatted and kissed your forehead. “You have a pack, don’t you?” He caught your lips in another kiss, crowding into your space as Daryl held you still on his lap and laved your mark.
“I’m staying right here, Bunny, gonna watch Daryl give you his knot, help him take care of you after. You and me will figure out the rest later, okay?”
You nodded, breathlessly, losing yourself to Daryl’s ministrations. Rick sat himself on the bed, leaning his back against the wall. He’d let Daryl have his turn. 
For now. 
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make the connections bc my sleep-deprived brain says this is funny
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They hurt you I hurt them.
Request: hey! I don’t know whether you’re still taking requests but I was wondering whether you could do something where y/n gets hurt somehow like someone purposely hurts her and stuff and how Daryl would react/ what Daryl would do? You can make it as violent/ nonviolent as you’d like! Thank you!
Daryl Dixon x fem! Reader
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Massive trigger warnings: graphic, gore, swearing, SA (not detailed), torture of reader- the enemies in this will be alpha and the whisperers so I’ll be adding some pretty fucked up things so if you are sensitive to anything relating to blood and gore then please read at your own discretion. Thank you.
It all happened so quickly. You didn’t expect it… no one did. Lydia was with you all safe and sound but in return Alpha had decided to take you. She called it payback but you called it pure terror,
“If they give my daughter back then I’ll give you back. Unharmed. But by the looks of things they won’t be giving her back to me… she’s chosen the wrong path… they clearly don’t care about you.” Alphas words struck a chord within your heart but you remained deathly silent, your wrists were tied behind your back, your back against a tree where you stood ropes hugging your waist tightly not allowing you to move in the slightest way. Ropes were all tied around your legs to keep you from kicking or attacking in anyway. You were truly vulnerable to her… to the whisperers. If they wanted to leave you they would and you wouldn’t be able to do anything but one terrifying factor of it all was the fact that if they wanted to kill you then they could. You knew Daryl would say they were just bluffing to scare you but no if alpha wanted to kill you then she would. She had no mercy. She was a merciless, cruel monster. After a while she got closer to you your eyes locking with her sky blue eyes full of nothing but raging anger no other emotion in her eyes. Maybe she was the first human being who truly didn’t have a heart. “I want to make a deal with you… if you take the place of Lydia I won’t hurt you…” she said with a small smile. She couldn’t be serious? You licked over your lips shaking your head “no.” You said and she tilted her head to the side as if asking why “I don’t betray my family.” You continued before you spat in her face her face soon contorting with anger but she held herself back from hurting you.
As she wiped the spit off of her face she stared at you angrily, “I tried to make a deal with you. I did. But I have to take this another way so you understand… I don’t want to hurt you. But I’ll have to if your people don’t give my daughter back to me… I want to get that through your head. None of what’s going to happen to you is personal… just unlucky that you got chosen.” She said cruelly your eyes flicking around desperately trying to find some sympathy in the eyes of the whisperers around you but all of them held the same cold bloodthirsty look. “If we just go back now we can sort this out. Please.” You spoke, you after spending so long with both Daryl and Rick had developed both of their traits.. you wanted to fight alpha there and then but you also wanted to desperately try to calm her down and find another alternative to whatever she had planned for you. “Oh… cute. I would. But how do I know you’re not lying to me? Because you and your people lied to me quite a bit.” She said and you stared in silence. It was true. “I’m going to make sure your people know that if they mess with us any longer I will kill you next time. Or maybe I’ll just leave your head as a nice present for them, hm.” She said it so casually, it sent a shiver down your spine. You tried to not react but it was terrifying. You watched as she turned to look at two of the whisperers off to the side their masks bloody and torn making you believe they were the ones who always did her dirty work. She then gave them a curt nod holding a knife out to one of them and you quickly squeezed your eyes shut taking in a deep breath as you held your breath. You tried to not be scared but you were terrified. How were you supposed to survive this?
“No no no… please… you don’t-“ your words were cut off as one of the cold blooded monsters put their hand over your mouth silencing you before the one with the knife pressed the tip of it onto your knee cap “please please please” you begged, your begging muffled and desperate as you shook your head to the side eyes wide in pure horror. Alpha stood in front of you watching you a smirk on her face as the hand over your mouth only tightened “no, don’t,” alpha soon spoke- you could already feel the agony that you were about to endure “take your hand off her mouth. Let her scream. Her screams will attract the dead.” She said your heart dropping into your stomach. She was right. If you screamed the dead would hear and wouldn’t even care about the whisperers… they’d only care about you… because your flesh was the only thing that smelt like food to them. But before you could even say anything the whisperer drove the knife straight into your knee your eyes widening your jaw dropping as agony ripped throughout you. “Make sure she can’t walk.” Alpha soon demanded ordering them around and those words terrified you. What did she mean? And if you couldn’t think it could get any worse the knife that had been pushed further into your knee was harshly twisted, the screams you tried to contain being unbearable as agony swayed throughout you a gut wrenching scream leaving your lips your body writhing. Maybe you should’ve accepted the deal but no way would you betray your family like that. No fucking way. The knife was soon ripped out of your knee your eyes squeezing shut as you tried to stay quiet whimpers of pain leaving your lips “surprising…” alpha hummed out seemingly amused “she’s stronger than she looks.”
“Might be strong but won’t be strong after I’m done with her,” a man spoke- he was tall, someone you didn’t quite recognise. He wore no mask, his face was all cut up… as if he had gone through hell. As if because of him going through hell gave him a reason to put you through hell. “Untie the bitch.” He continued the whisperers unsure before nodding, the one with the knife cutting through the ropes that held you before you nearly collapsed onto the ground, the man’s rough hands grasping onto you as he dragged you away from where the whisperers were, forcefully dragging you so you had to walk some as if trying to make you feel even more pain before he shoved you forward as you fell down, your knee bending that slight bit making you cry out in pain “shut up. The quieter you are the easier it’ll be on you…” he said his cold eyes terrifying you. Was he going to use you? For his own needs? Your breathing soon became ragged as you shook your head side to side over and over again. You were vulnerable. You tried to scoot yourself backwards trying to get to safety trying to find something to attack him with but you couldn’t you were weak. You watched as he took his belt off “no please… don’t do this. Don’t.” You said, begging him but he didn’t respond his hand soon wrapping around your ankles as he yanked you closer to him your eyes over spilling with tears “please I’ll do anything.” You cried out but he was too strong for you and then and there was the moment you realised he was going to hurt you… he was taking every part of dignity you had left away and you couldn’t stop him and so you laid there as he gripped your wrists holding them tightly, sobs leaving your lips as you simply had to accept the fact that you couldn’t defend yourself. Not anymore.
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They left you. He left you. Cold and hurt, jeans torn into pieces beside you as you remained curled in a ball vision blurred with tears, tiredness, pain and loss of blood. At this point you were just accepting death. You would happily oblige to go with the grim reaper then and there if he appeared in front of you. Your body trembled your lips red with blood, both eyes bruised and face cut up. You put up a fight, you tried to- and so he cut everywhere he could. Saying you deserved it. Afterwards Alpha and her handymen attacked you, if you hadn’t been put through enough already they beat you to a pulp until you were left practically convulsing in agony. You shivered as your cries had died down to little sniffles and occasional sobs. You were scared. You just wanted death to grant you with your final wish of dying peacefully but death too was mercilessly and unkind.
As you began to sway in and out of consciousness groans and voices were heard, the voices were far away the groans close… incredibly close… and you peeled your eyes open tiredly your blurred vision picking up on a stumbling figure coming straight towards you and so in a meek last attempt you cried out, the voices you heard growing closer the voices blending together to create a muffled sound your head pounding and aching as you closed your eyes tight, a sound of an arrow whistling through the air being your last thing to grip onto… maybe it was Daryl. Had he come to save you?
Daryl stood rigid as he looked around, he was greatly concerned for your well-being. He knew the whisperers were unhinged monsters. His eyes caught onto a walker that was stumbling closer and closer to a body resting in the ground, the persons bare legs on display… no dead person would even think of taking their jeans off if they were dying and so in a split second Daryl was firing a arrow straight at the Walker watching as it fell dead onto the floor “keep searching… we need clues.” He ordered his friends as they all moved in different directions in search of you, dog was by his side sniffing the ground as daryl continued moving forward slowly but surely. He didn’t want the person on the ground to be a dead one waiting for it’s final meal. And as he continued taking slow steps forward dog suddenly began barking, loudly, “what is it? What is it?” He asked as he got closer and closer dog soon running up to the person on the ground “dog don’t-“ but that’s when he fell deathly silent his heart dropping into his stomach as he dropped his crossbow down onto the floor his knees weakening as he dropped down just beside your tired body “y/n? Y/n?” He watched as your eyes peeled open “keep your eyes open… hey… hey… eyes on me. Look at me.” He spoke softly comfortingly but also in a stern demanding tone- the tone he used when he was worried and concerned. He couldn’t have you passing out and dying now could he? “Guys!! Everyone! Get over here right now!” He yelled out to his friends hearing their footsteps grow closer and closer the sound of individual shocked gasps leaving their mouths “you all watch my back, keep walkers off my back… I’m going to carry her… and make sure the freaks aren’t around here. If they are don’t fucking hesitate to kill every one of them.” He said to them.
He shrugged his jacket off quickly wrapping it around you “Jerry… I need something to wrap around her waist.” He said, the larger man quickly removing his own jacket. It wasn’t much but it was something. Daryl then took the jacket quickly wrapping it around your bottom half to make you feel more safe even though you had clearly been put through something no one should have to go through. He then lifted you up into his arms a whimper leaving your lips “I know… I know… I’m sorry.” He grunted out quietly to you, he knew your knee was still bleeding but right now you needed to be somewhere warm before you not only bled out but also died of hypothermia and so you all set off, you falling in and out of consciousness Daryl’s voice keeping you wide awake every time he said something loudly to you. It scared you enough to wake you up but that was a good thing. If you didn’t stay awake you would die. No doubt about it.
“Right in front of me.” Daryl said nodding forward at a group of walkers stumbling, and usually they would test to see whether any of them were living but because Daryl had already said he didn’t want any of them to live every single one of the walkers were killed. Whether they were breathing or not. The walk back home was quick but he tried to be slow for you, to make it as painless as possible and so once he arrived home at the safety of hilltop he was quick to rush you into the infirmary, shock and horror on everyone’s faces as they saw you in such a way. He quickly laid you down onto the bed wrapping a blanket over your top half, lots of blankets in fact- you needed warmth and your top half seemed to be unharmed but your bottom half needed a looking to. Especially your knee and so he remained silent allowing the doctors to examine you his breath held in anticipation. He was terrified for you. He didn’t want to lose you. You had both gone through so much already. “She’s gonna need stitches… and a cast… her knee is…” Harlan spoke visibly horrified and Daryl stared at him “what do you mean?” He asked worriedly making the doctor gulp, he had never seen the doctor so uncomfortable and worried and so he knew the condition you were in was severe “her knee as experienced severe trauma… I won’t be able to solve the issues without an x-ray… it could be a fracture… bones could be out of place… if anything id have to operate.” He said anxiously and Daryl stared silently… he knew what this meant. They were low on all medical pain meds to even knock you out unconscious. “I would say amputate but that would take a lot longer to heal.” He said your ears picking up on that as your eyes widen “no no please no” you struggle out weakly Daryl’s hand quickly grasping onto yours his other hand stroking over your head “we won’t amputate… it’s okay… you’re okay I promise.” He spoke worriedly. “There’s no other way?” He soon whispered out to Harlan and as he shook his head Daryl closed his eyes. “Okay.” He knew this would be painful for both you and him but they needed to stop the blood as quick as possible otherwise you’d be on your death bed. Literally.
“No no please… don’t please… don’t.” You sobbed out begging Daryl your frightened eyes remaining on his eyes wide as you began hyperventilating “she’s gonna pass out Daryl. It’s okay. Just trust me on this. Hold her down.” Harlan spoke pleading with him and Daryl took a deep breath looking at you before he nodded his large hand quickly grabbing a hold of your wrists holding them down, his other arm wrapping around you as if to hold you still but also comfort you at the same time. “Got her.” Daryl confirmed watching as Harlan began the procedure to stop the blood and try to fix your knee and within seconds your screams began piercing around the room Daryl’s eyes prickling with tears as he held you tightly “Im sorry… I’m so sorry…” he looked down into your eyes the fear in yours making his heart break as he kept a hold of you “it’s okay. You’re safe. You’re gonna be okay.” And what seemed like years later, when in reality it was only 5 agonisingly long minutes your screams came to a stop your eyes fluttering shut as your body fell limp daryl keeping a hold of you as he simply watched you. He felt helpless. He wanted to do so much more to help you but he couldn’t… gods was this awful.
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The surgery was long and painful. But you got through it somehow. You heard conversations here and there but soon enough you were in silence your body on something comfortable as you slept peacefully, a hand holding onto yours tightly and soon enough your eyes fluttered open. Your eyes were sore and tired but you tried to push through it as you looked to the side. Daryl was sat beside you a make shift IV in his arm seemingly transferring his own blood into your blood stream and once he saw you were awake a small concerned smile tugged at his lips “hey… how are you feeling?” But you instead of responding simply glanced at the blood coming from his arm and going into yours “oh… you needed a blood transfusion… I offered straight away.” He murmured with a light smile and you gave his hand a slight squeeze as in a way to thank him. You soon noticed the way you had a stuffed teddy right beside you a few homemade cards near the wall and you couldn’t help but smile “Judith wanted to make some… everyone else was just as worried… they still are.” He murmured softly before he raised your hand up to his lips as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand a soft sigh leaving his lips “I’m okay.” You soon said and he nodded his head “I know you are. You always are… you’re strong as hell.” He murmured with a soft chuckle but he meant it, your smile growing wider. You were weak and tired so didn’t really know what to say besides you were traumatised from everything. “Hurt hurt me… really hurt me.” You soon spoke and Daryl’s eyes softened yet anger still consumed them. He was going to kill whoever hurt you. “Alpha let it happen…” you said again and Daryl was quick to shush you “don’t… don’t tell me… not now… tell me when you’re in a better headspace.. you need your rest. But I promise you right now they won’t hurt you ever again.” He assured softly. He wanted you to talk about it but not right now… you were already in a vulnerable state. “How do you know that?” You asked quietly and he looked at you seriously, “because I’m going to kill every single one of them.” He said and you frowned shaking your head but he nodded “yes y/n. They deserve it. They hurt you so I hurt them… goin’ to make sure I put them through the worst pain ever. Make them suffer.” He said honestly. He would’ve said so much more, how he wanted to cut their tongues out and their eyes too, cut their fingernails off to make them all scream but he didn’t want to make you feel worse… he’d leave you thinking he was just going to kill them but really he was going to torture them like they had tortured you. Simple. It had always been that way from the very beginning… if anyone hurt you.. Daryl would hurt them back. Daryl didn’t care who it was… if they hurt you then he would hurt them… but that man who hurt you… well… he sure as hell was gonna pay…
He had it comin’
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lab-gr0wn-lambs · 4 months
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Look I'mma be honest every time twd kills off a long-beloved character at this point I'm just
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annamaggs16 · 1 year
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Remember when the early seasons of TWD the camera was just a witness and the characters felt real. They had emotions, they loved, they cried, they made actions and choices that people argued and criticized and caused conflicts. We got to see that by the way they moved and hesitated and shared glances with others. You had several things going on with at least one from each character and no one disappeared for 5 episodes unless it was plot driven like Sophia in season 2 or Carol in season 3.
Now everything’s been aesthetic-ized. Plots and characters feel trope-y, cliche, and overused. The camera is overworked but not for anything meaningful. It’s a lot of static shots that don’t feel natural and the moving ones are filtered with weird focuses or just simply bad. A lot of emotion that should be done by the actors acting is actually written and spoken with dialogue just to fill the silence now.
There’s lots of skipping over major things in multiple episodes just for the outcome to be underwhelming because we didn’t get a proper built exposition and climax. It’s very “keep it moving, next” now.
I loved how in the early seasons they didn’t fetishize sex. No mood lighting, no music, no over choreograph sexy poses. Lori and Rick straight up had sex after they reunited WHILE Carl was literally sleeping 1 cot over in the same tent and it was treated completely fine with no overproduction. Carol joked about sex with not only Daryl but also Axel during the prison era. Beth was able to have boyfriends and explain how dating can still be dating without the expectation of marriage just because you hook up in an apocalypse. Glenn and Maggie were horny for each other all the time and everyone knew it. Where the naturalness started to go downhill was with Alexandria’s introduction. Carl was getting older and kids go through those confused emotions they have to sort out somehow, but the moment they introduced Enid it was super obvious with what they were doing and kind of cringy. Next was Rick and Michonne. I love them, they’re great, but I think the pressure from fans for them to get together really put that moment into the spotlight. They got candlelit lighting with dramatic handholding and eye gazing really drawn out too. It was a really overproduced moment that didn’t fit them personally. What was great was them immediately being found out by all their friends because of Jesus in the SAME night they have sex. I feel like Rosita was definitely a sex symbol at first. She had a lot of crop tops, booty shorts, and often posed with her arms on her hips or head, extenuating her form for the audience’s eyes. And then they developed her character and found a stride that worked for her and it still works so she’s thankfully a character that got away from that stylization.
The overproduction where the show loses that natural identity for me is AOW. Andrea almost killed Daryl with a hunting rifle, head graze with 1 shot in s2. You’re telling me dozens of people with some who have a personal vendetta against Negan couldn’t get 1 bullet to graze him?? Unbelievable. The endless monologues and speeches that no one remembers 6 seasons later. The horde stunts. And it gets worse with the time jump because now they have to use dialogue to explain the friction and tension of all the years that past while trying to maintain the present and move the episode plot forward. We get drastic character personality changes and decisions and more monologues for dramatic reveals like Michonne about Magna’s prison tattoo which didn’t really lead to anything considering Michonne never had the intention of changing her mind and just did it to reaffirm her opinion onto the masses. We get a totally overproduced sex scene between Magna and Yumiko with a song that goes on forever showing us what other characters are doing with quick transition cuts between all of them. We get Covid filmed episodes that have borderline out of focused motorcycle road shots. There’s one scene in 11x23 of Maggie and Negan talking at the back of the bus that’s just purely disorienting verging on motion sickness and all they do is close a door and walk. Maggie gunning down the Reapers was beautiful, but you compare that scene to the Shane and Rick showdown, or to Merle chasing Michonne and you can SEE how overproduced the show has gotten.
A lot of the characters don’t even seem to have opinions anymore or ANY inner turmoil unlike Glenn and Dale did. It’s all monotone bickering about the same shit for several seasons which leads to no ACTION, no CONFLICT, and no CONSEQUENCES. They spent what felt like half of season 2 debating Randal’s fate as a group even taking a vote, but Negan’s is decided only by Rick, in a matter of seconds, a decision he makes in the spur of the moment betraying his word to a lot of people who just stood there and took it and didn’t react and say no and just shoot Negan then and there. That moment of Rick vs Negan was a build up for 2 seasons, only to turn into a huge let down and was the moment they truly fell into classic TV productions with twists and turns and completely destroying a character driven show for a plot driven one.
If the hero/lead wants to monologue about a hopeful future while the villain who caused me a bunch of trauma and forever destroyed a sense of safety and happiness lays there bleeding out, I’m not going to let him be spared. Y’all might be different, but I’m shooting the bitch dead. Just because you want to be the bigger person doesn’t mean I automatically have to be too. I’m not sacrificing my self-justice for some dream you hope might happen. You can’t invalidate another person’s trauma for you’re own ideals and plans. It’s one of the most disrespectful moments I’ve ever seen come from a show. Not towards just the audience but also to their own characters.
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angelthefirst1 · 4 days
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More on the X eclipse and Beth's number-plates, it's all connected.
Crossroads ❎️ the A's and the X's - Are Alpha and Omega
Read to the end! 🤯🤯🤯
If you haven't looked at my post about the upcoming X eclipse on the 8th April, i suggest you go and read it, because i will be adding more info on that eclipse, later in this post.
All this time, we've been tracking Beth, who "died". The "walker" who walks (lives), and...she tracks herself back to the crossroad Daryl lost her at. ♾️
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Let's look at the signs to track just how close we are to her return. Believe me, It's close!
Every scene that Daryl and Beth shared, including dialogue, outfits, and circumstance, is being repeated with Rick and Michonne.
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Are Beth and Daryl close to being close again?
Are we almost done tracking this walker, Beth, back to the crossroad coda? ➕️❌️
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This article below describes some events from this Sunday's episode, which are very reminiscent of Beth and Daryl's time together.
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Firstly, it mentions how Rick was scared to let Michonne in because loving ❤️ her and losing her again would kill him.
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Same as Daryl.
The article then mentions that in episode 5, someone is tracking them.
While Rick and Michonne are at their version of the funeral home.
Is she tracking herself, aka Rick? And is on a collision course to crossover into Rick's story?
Michonne, in episode 4, just stepped in the "trap"...
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Everything gets a return, so it's fitting that Beth will come around again, in the same way she left. At both a Crossroads ❌️ and a coda ➕️ end.
If she tracks herself back to her own story and crosses over into it at Coda (episode 6), that would be incredible.
In the article i reference, which you can read here..
https://www.cbr.com/the-walking-dead-towl-105-clip/?fbclid=IwAR21Ds9Cp1IHAfmhcUzVr56NTIe-SP6h7cXcQeJq5uKUENyO196PVbdoYGU
Gimple hints at Rick dying in the last (Coda) episode 106, just like Beth did in Coda.
Beth's death in Coda 508, was leaked prior to the episode airing, and if you remember the Beth lookalike from episode 103 TOWL, in the Millennial park (kingdom) she picks up both carrots (Easter) and leeks (leak)
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I consider this "hint" from Gimple a "Leek" to repeat the leak of Beth's death in coda.
But Rick won't die. He will instead be taken back to "Grady" CRM like Beth after Alone and the crossroad.
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Another similarity in the upcoming episode is Rick wearing this backpack...
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Like Daryl did after dealing with the Claimers, but prior to Terminus (coda 106). We also see Rick wear a flannel shirt, like Daryl did in Alone.
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The Claimer Len asked if Daryl had lost a piece of tail (coda/happy ending) hinting at Beth. He did this when hunting the bunny (Easter) at Dawn.
The end (tail) is the beginning (Easter) she will return like she left.
The article above talks about Rick and Michonne meeting new survivors next, so I expect the last two episodes of TOWL to include large amounts of Claimers (bunny/Easter) symbolism.
If you remember, the Claimers also tracked Rick before trying to kill him.
And when Beth eventually tracks back into the story and is no longer "just gone," she circles around to represent the claimers. And she is claimed - by Daryl.
And he gets her (the bunny) back, but in two parts (In TOWL and DD2)
Claimer Joe mentions New years Eve, just before Daryl and Rick (Beth) see each other again.
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Believe it or not, this yellow car represents New Years Eve...
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It's a Nissan with no number plate...
There is a new year coming up, and it just so happens to be on April 8 when the X eclipse happens. That is the Jewish New Year, which begins on Nissan 1.
It's the name for the Hebrew New year, hence the no number plate and black (eclipse) number plate.
It represents the beginning of the calendar. Which also means Alpha
Now Beth's numerous repeating number plates give us this number...
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XH6-S781
It's the Hebrew new year 5781.
5(S)781 - The 5 is flipped to S so it goes both ways.
The 1 = Alpha (beginning)
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The X and + on the windscreen = The end or Tav - which is the last letter in the Hebrew alphabet. And it's coda in middle Hebrew.
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The H = Hebrew
6 = Man number and mans calendar
And the 5781 year = Beginning (Alpha)
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Beginning to end of Beth's story is represented by X & A.
Obviously the yellow of the car is symbolic of her polo top.
We on our calendar, are about to enter into Hebrew year 5784 so on April 8th, we will have 3 missing years back to Beth's car calendar. Dun dun dun!
Now for anyone who doesn't know the biblical end times chronology, this is the basic layout.
-The church of Jesus Christ is removed from the world (taken out by God, which was represented by CRM taking Rick in the helicopter), while the song about space junk is playing.
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The world gets thrown into a tumultuous period called the tribulation, where a false messiah (Antichrist) rises to power, he is an imitator of the real messiah, and he makes the world take a mark X of the beast in order to buy and sell.
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But it will be a poison mark X or (Tav-END-immortal death)
Just as major Beale says, the "cure" is poison.
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The beginning is the end, and that's why patient zero in TWD is a drug 💉 (Pharmakon) addict who overdoses. Gloria (meaning immortal glory)
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The end is the beginning, and a Pharmakon drug (poison) that is labelled "the cure" will lead to the beginning of Gloria becoming an immortality dead cannibal.
At the CDC, Dr Jenner says the virus removes what it is to be a person (removes humanity).
We have seen this hinted at in France, with experiments and the fast zombies returning, just like at the beginning of the show. The zombies were faster then.
The end is the beginning, and the pharmaCON "cure" will be the poison that begins it all.
Gloria becomes immorally dead in an abandoned church. (The church has been removed)
That's why we are now hearing the term messiah thrown around, in DD1. They will eventually repeat this template.
The end times continue and...
-God pours out wrath and judgement on the unbelieving world, during this time, while his focus turns to the Jewish or Hebrew (calendar) people to help them recognise the real Messiah.
-The church returns to earth at the battle of Armageddon and the beginning of the Millennium - Hence Rick returning to the Millennium park.
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Now, i have talked about the A's and B's in the walking dead before.
"A" represents the goats (beasts) and "B" the Believers or sheep (followers) in the sheep and goats' judgment of the Millennial kingdom.
You can read more on that here X
We have seen A's many times in TWD but it has two meanings which i will clarify now.
If you choose to follow Christ and not take the Mark X in the Antichrist kingdom you will be labelled an A in that kingdom and put to death. But God will label you an X-TAV because you are a follower of Christ and put yourself last, and Christ first.
If you chose to follow the Antichrist and take the Mark X it will temporally save you. But In the Millennial kingdom you will be labeled an A, because you chose to put yourself first and Christ last.
At Terminus (train car A) was for the ones who wouldn't join the cannibals aka zombies who took the Mark X and they are to be killed.
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Father Gab's Church after Terminus also gets "A" placed on it - they refuse to take the mark, labeling those who chose Christ during the antichrist kingdom as A's and they get marked for death during that kingdom.
This is another biblical end times scenario, because anyone who refuses to take the mark of the beast 666 during the Antichrist kingdom will be put to death by beheading.
Rev 20.4
And I saw thrones and they that sat upon them, and judgment was given unto them. And I saw the souls of them that had been beheaded for the witness of Jesus and for the Word of God, and who had not worshiped the beast, nor his image, nor had received his mark upon their foreheads or on their hands; and they lived and reigned with Christ a thousand years.
Conversely, anyone who does take the Mark X of the Beast won't be allowed into the Millennial kingdom, they will be marked as Goats (beasts) and they will be put to death.
Ultimately, the war is between the kingdom of darkness and the kingdom of light. The symbolism for both is converse or mirrored. This means one imitates the other but is a fake or fraud.
2 Corinthians 11:14–15
14 And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light. 15 So it is no surprise if his servants, also, disguise themselves as servants of righteousness. Their end will correspond to their deeds.
This brings me to the Logical negation symbol that i discovered on tree during both the story of Terminus and coda.
It means to reverse the truth of something. That is exactly what happens with the A's and X's the Sheep and goats, in these two kingdoms. The first and the last.
The bible describes this concept here in Matthew...
Matthew 20:16
16 “So the last will be first, and the first will be last.”
We see the logical negation symbol in the light and in the dark at the time of Terminus and Coda.
With the church in the light, and with the cannibals in the dark.
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Jesus told His disciples, “If anyone wants to come after Me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow Me. 25 For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake will find it.
Not taking the Mark X in the Antichrist kingdom will mean you lose your life but ultimately save it.
When Daryl says the signs are all there to know when the tracking is almost done, he's referring to the biblical signs that point to the kingdom of the Antichrist and return of Christ just after.
I've mentioned before that Jesus said in Revelation 22.13 I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.
TWD is covered in this symbolism.
Alpha and Omega are the first and last letters in the Greek alphabet. Which the new testament was written in.
Aleph A and Tav X are the first and last letters of the Hebrew alphabet which the old testament was written in.
So now i want to add one other detail to the upcoming X (TAV) eclipse that i didn't previously talk about.
The 8th of April solar eclipse will create an X or Tav (End) in conjunction with the 2017 eclipse.
But, there is one other solar eclipse that happened last year, in 2023. 2023 is where the current walking dead timeline is.
And in conjunction with the X eclipse, the 2023 eclipse makes an A (Beginning) A & X beginning and end.
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"A" 416 is the same episode that Beth puts the sherrifs hat on.
The beginning is the end. ♾️
Emily's song "When the midnight fireworks 🎆 start".
Should actually be called "When the Hebrew New Year fireworks start". 5781 ♾️
I'm a slow burn driving fast through a city
Full of matches and gasoline leaks
Full of people so shiny and pretty
I'm a slow burn
You gotta give me a few more years
But there is nothing that can stop this fire
Broken bridges, no amount of tears
I'm a slow burn about to take flame
And when the midnight fireworks start
Everybody will know my name
And it will never be the same
And it will never be the same
And it will never
Be the same
It's a short flight from the safe zone to danger
From the middle to the edges
From your family to a stranger
But there's a little light keeping me on the right track
I'm getting used to the temperature
I am never gonna go back
I'm a slow burn about to take flame
And when the midnight fireworks start
Everybody will know my name
And it will never be the same
It will never be the same
It will never
Be the same
I was crawling, now I'm about to walk
And when I stand up straight the whole world will talk
And when I snap my fingers they will clap along
Singing words by heart to every single song
I'm a slow burn about to take flame
And when the midnight fireworks start
Everybody will know my name
And it will never be the same
And it will never be the same
And it will never
Be the same
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The girl stays. We have friends — she doesn't.
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woman-of-balnain · 1 year
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In Progress/Future/Potential Fics
This is more for my own reference than anything. Just to keep track of the fics I’m planning to write. I don't include posting dates anymore, as my schedule is more unreliable now, but this list is in the order I plan to write things.
Masterlist
Key:
😈 - Smutty Thoughts
🔥 - Strictly Foreplay or Not Really Full-Blown Smut
💦  - Smut
💥 - Arguing Between the Pairing
💔 - Angst
💕 - Fluff
❤️‍🩹 - Hurt/Comfort
🐺 - A/B/O Dynamics
⚔️ - Historical AU
In Progress:
1. Corruption (Request): part 2 & 3 🐺💦
The Walking Dead - NOT related to 'the Claim' - a sheltered omega reader with no real knowledge about presentations, heat/rut cycles etc.
Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.
Future Fics:
1. Arthur Request 💦
Red Dead Redemption - Arthur fingering the Reader with his leather gloves on.
2. Arthur Request 💦
Red Dead Redemption - High Honor Arthur with a shy, virgin Reader
3. Coveted (Multi-Part Series) 🐺💔💦
The Walking Dead - You and Rick have an agreement to help each other through your respective heats and ruts. It’s never been anything more than that, despite how much you wished for the opposite. After arriving in Alexandria, Rick decides that it's time your arrangement comes to an end and you reluctantly try to move on from the feelings you've developed for him. Nevertheless, jealousy ends up getting the better of you.
Sequel to Corruption.
Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.
4. Heat 🐺💦
The Walking Dead - Daryl has always had his own subtle way of helping you in the buildup to your heats. Turning a blind eye when one of his shirts goes missing, letting you scent him in private moments away from the others… but after the loss of the prison, your heat hits again while you’re on the road and Daryl has to take a more hands-on approach to help you this time.
Alpha Daryl Dixon/Omega Fem!Reader - *you essentially replace Beth in the period after the group loses the prison.
5. Nattstemning 💦
The Walking Dead - When the group arrives in Alexandria, it's revealed that there aren't enough beds for you all to get your own, so some of you have to share. You get paired with Rick and his hands tend to wander in his sleep. My first attempt at the ‘there’s only one bed’ trope.
Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader.
6. The Devil in Me (Multi-Part Series) 🐺💦💔
Supernatural - Dean gave up on finding his true mate a long time ago. Considering the life he leads, he always thought it was better that way. It must be another one of life’s sick jokes that when he finally found you, it was while he bore the mark of Cain and right before he dies and comes back as a demon.
Demon!Dean/Deanmon, Mark of Cain Dean, Alpha Dean, Omega Reader, Female Reader.
7. The Claim (Rewrite) 🐺💦
The Walking Dead - A rewrite of the original that I intend to also make longer, with better pacing.
Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.
8. Undone in Sorrow (Rewrite) 🐺💔
The Walking Dead - A rewrite of the original that I intend to have better pacing and an improved plot.
Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.
9. Endzeitfragmente Part 3 (Untitled; Multi-Part Series) 🐺💦💔
The Walking Dead - Sequel to the Claim and Undone in Sorrow, that I intend to be much more of an AU following the events of All Out War and to conclude Rick and the Reader's story. Still in very early stages of plotting it out, but I plan for it to be a big deviation from the show after s8's events.
Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem! Reader.
10. Untitled Moon Knight Fic (Multi-Part Series) ⚔️💕❤️‍🩹💦💔
Moon Knight - Historical AU where you are the daughter of the King, who decides to marry you off to the mysterious Marc Spector who is keeping more secrets than you ever could have imagined. Arranged marriage; no MCU powers; takes inspiration from Henry VIII's reign and court; includes all three moon boys.
Marc Spector/Fem!Reader, Steven Grant/Fem!Reader, Jake Lockley/Fem!Reader.
Potential Fics:
These are fic ideas I've had that aren't high on my list in terms of priority and that I haven't seriously committed to writing. If any stick out to you, feel free to let me know that you're interested as it may make me more inspired to write them.
1. Shelter for My Soul 💕💔
Red Dead Redemption - In his final days, Arthur finds the time to slip away from camp and visit his family. As he takes it all in for the last time, he remembers the times you’ve all spent together.
Arthur/Fem!Reader - *You and Arthur are married and have children (but you have your own home and don’t live with the gang).
2. A Fine Night of Concealed Debauchery 💦
Red Dead Redemption - While the gang throws a party, a slightly drunk Arthur is playing poker and pulls you onto his lap. It isn't long before his hands start wandering under the table, making him quickly lose focus on the game.
Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader.
3. Dominance, Submission 🐺💦
The Walking Dead - You act recklessly (yet again), causing Rick to force you into submission and teach you a lesson. Light bdsm, set in the early prison era. A light sequel to ‘the Claim’ that can be read independently of it.
Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.
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Impeachment Part 1
Rick Grimes x plus size reader x Daryl Dixon
Alpha!Rick Grimes x omega!reader x Alpha!Daryl Dixon
Everything was gone and destroyed but she was still theirs
Warnings: this one’s angsty, death, presumed death of reader and unborn baby, walkers, past violence, pregnancy
WC: 3.3k
Minors DNI
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The Trial
Michonne had gotten Carl to smile again and for that, Rick would be eternally grateful. It had been hard seeing the boy so heartbroken, he had already been through so much, lost so many people that the beautiful smile that looked so much like Rick’s only appeared on the rarest of occasions. 
Daryl walked silently beside him, the joy radiating from the boy barely breaking through the huge wall of ice he had built between himself and everyone else and Rick knew why, it was the same reason he constantly had a pit in his stomach, an overwhelming sadness invading his soul. They hadn’t found her. 
The change in her scent became prominent about one month after her heat had finished. It became more milky and flowery instead of the usual vanilla and with a quick exam done by Hershel, it was confirmed. She had been pupped. Daryl had hugged her tight and hadn’t let go for a solid four hours after she told him. Both alphas had stepped up and agreed to be the father of the baby, no matter who had sired them, though each had a secret hope that it was their own pup in her belly. 
That night, Rick asked her to mark him. It was rare for an omega to claim their alpha but not entirely unheard of. “We are equal omega. We’re partners and I want to prove that.” The alphas let her take the lead. For the first time, they allowed her to ride them, to control the pace as she sank her teeth into their mating glands. It was perfect.
Everyone doted on her constantly, the anxiety from Lori’s unfortunate pregnancy rearing its ugly head once more. But with almost daily checkups and the best prenatal Daryl could scavenge, people settled down and the excitement of another pup became palpable. Y/N often had to escape back to her nest to get away from people who wouldn’t leave her alone. Carl or Judith went with her if her alphas were busy, the former being greatly excited at the prospect of being a big brother again, even if he didn’t outwardly show it.
Things were amazing until the sickness came. In a single night, an entire cell-block was dead and even more infected. She and Judith were immediately rushed into isolation, Carl begrudgingly staying by their side, even if he was chomping at the bit to help his father. Then, just as hope rekindled with Daryl finding the life-saving medicine, the Governor returned.
Through the madness of the firefight and waves upon waves of the undead, the pack was separated and presumed the others dead. Rick and Carl had found Michonne, then Daryl, then Terminus happened. 
Terminus burned behind them as they walked through the woods, the sounds of the explosions still ringing in their ears. “It’s right here.” Daryl pointed out the place where they had hidden their guns before being captured, and quickly dug them up. 
Rick wanted to go back, exterminate the rest of them, but looking at his pack, his resolve wavered. They all looked so tired, covered in walker guts and sweat, and they were completely unarmed and unprepared if that hoard decided to make its way back towards them. Part of him knew he was just angry he had let someone take advantage of him and they all nearly died as a result. He knew that he just wanted to go back and see if you had been there, if she was one of the unfortunate souls being lured into the trap of perceived safety. 
Daryl could sense his distress, and knew they were both feeling the same thing. “We gotta stick together.”  His shoulders slumped and he ran a hand over his face. “Fine, we just need to find shelter for the night, then we move on.” The creaking of branches behind them had Daryl whipping his head around, only to be met with the sight of the matriarchal omega awkwardly standing between the trees, his crossbow in her hand. 
He ran at Carol, embracing the older omega as Rick walked up cautiously behind him. “Did you do that?” His southern twang is more prominent with the emotion of finding another pack member. She tearfully nodded and embraced the other alpha, he quietly spoke into her neck. “Thank you.” As they separated, she looked up at him, a small spark of joy lighting in her gray eyes. “You have to come with me.”
As the pack came over the hill, they were met with the sight of Tyresse walking out of a dilapidated cabin, baby Judith tucked safely in his arms. Rick immediately dropped his weapon, almost stumbling in his hurry to get to his daughter, Carl and Sasha following closely. The alpha pulled the pup from the beta’s grasp, almost collapsing to the ground with sheer relief. 
He held both of his children close, vowing never to let them from his sight ever again. The pack watched on, small smiles coming over their faces at the reunion. However, a sour taste built up in the back of Daryl’s mouth. His omega would’ve never left Judith alone, she was her baby just as much as the one in her belly. “Where’s my omega?” He growled.
Carol’s smile dropped as her trembling fingers reached into her pocket. “I’m sorry, this was all I could find. It was outside the prison.” In the palm of her hand was the small friendship bracelet he had given to the younger woman when they were courting. The blue threads, picked out specifically because they matched his eyes, were dirty and covered in brown blood. The little sunflower charm which Rick had given her to put on it, was scratched up and also stained red. 
Daryl felt his heart shatter in his chest. He fell to his knees, the bracelet clutched tightly to him as he howled in pain. She was gone, his omega dead, his pup dead. Rick’s head shot up, eyes widening as he felt the heartache through their bond. His brother was near hysterics, crumpled on the ground, the trail of tears creating clean tracks down his face.
It was jarring to see the normally stoic hunter display so much raw emotion. Carol tried to wrap an arm around his shoulders but he shook her off, snarling, his inner alpha telling him that she was going to take the last thing remaining of his omega. Everyone backed away from him while Carol lowered her head in submission, not wanting to upset him further. 
A little chirp broke him from his grief. Rick knelt in front of him, hand on his shoulder as Judith reached out and touched Daryl’s face. Her big eyes seemed to stare into his soul as her chubby hand, still miraculously covered in baby fat, stroked his cheek. Rick tilted her forward so she could crawl into the archer’s strong arms, resting her head on his collarbone. The scent of milk and flowers comforted him, it was the same smell she had.
He could vividly remember being curled up with her in her nest, the late afternoon sunlight making everything warm and calm, her scent permeating his senses, making him forget the horrors of the world for just a moment. He held Judith tight to his chest, her breathing settling him. “She’s-“ His voice was broken, weak.
Rick sighed. “I know but we need to keep going. When we find somewhere safe, then we grieve but we have to keep going. It’s what she would’ve wanted.” He was just as heartbroken as his brother but as the head of the pack, he wasn’t allowed to be weak, not anymore. The shock of Y/N’s death would hit him in full later, but for now, he shoved those feelings down as far as he could, taking the other man in his arms for a brief moment. “We’ll be ok.”
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Daryl fiddled with her bracelet which he had tied around his own wrist. The building horde of walkers that had been behind them was setting him on edge. He knew that all of them were too tired, too dehydrated to deal with them, so they just kept walking, hoping for some sort of reprieve. 
They had been on the road for weeks, slowly making their way to D.C. The losses of Tyresse and Beth weighed heavily on all of them. Sasha seemed to be teetering on the edge, with Bob and Tyresse gone, it seemed there wasn’t much for her anymore. Daryl knew without Rick and the pups, he would be in the same position. He probably would snap soon, his alpha was constantly tearing at the barrier he built in his mind. He was grieving and in pain but Rick was right, that didn’t matter at the moment.
Michonne had been trying to keep the kids distracted through all of it. Her bond with Carl let Judith warm up to her as well, and through some bad jokes and silly faces, she got them to smile. Those smiles lifted a weight from Rick’s chest even as the stress of passing through the high walls was creating a dark feeling in the pit of his gut.
Alexandria felt like a joke. How could one community survive all of this practically unscathed when everyone else had lost so much. Christ, even the people in here didn’t know how to deal with walkers. It was too much like the old world, too safe. The people were too nice, too comfortable. 
It was almost voyeuristic, the way Deanna filmed all of them, asking invasive questions while relaxing on her couch like it was normal. “I’ve noticed you and Rick both have a mating bite.” Daryl subconsciously pulled his vest tighter over the juncture where his neck and shoulder met, shooting her the dirtiest look he could muster. “Are you two a pair?” 
“Don see how that’s any o yer business.” She shrugged and crossed her legs, relaxing further into the couch she was sitting on. 
“The two of you are close. It was only a natural question to ask.” 
“Yeah well ya don need ta know.” Deanna raised her hands in surrender. 
“Fine. I think we’re done here anyway. You can go.” He practically vaulted over the desk in his attempt to leave and rejoin the group. He felt trapped in this stupid house, in this community. 
By the way Rick was standing, shoulders slightly hunched, vein in his forehead popping, and avoiding his brother’s eyes, Daryl knew he was asked a similar question about his mark. With a silent nod, the alpha told his lesser they would discuss it later when there were no prying eyes or ears. They were naked without their weapons, even within the obviously strong walls, all of the survivors were unsettled.
Daryl’s blue eyes constantly scanned the surroundings, unconsciously pulling his shoulders back so his chest was fully inflated, making him look bigger. Aaron walked out of the house last, Deanna standing in the doorway, observing the pack dynamics of the group.
She could see the pairs, Glenn and Maggie, Abraham and Rosita, but with the two lead alphas, there was a piece missing. She knew their bites couldn’t have been from each other, it was too small but they were identical, obviously having been done by the same person. Her chest ached at the thought, she was fiercely protective of her own omega and couldn’t imagine what she would do if she lost him.
Maybe they could restart here. Get some kind of comfort from the safety of the walls, keep the pups safe. They would be an asset once they settled. Aaron led them away, towards the empty houses in the back of Alexandria, she’d drop by later to check in on them.
The yowling coming from below the building Aaron had identified as the infirmary, was off-putting. It sounded almost pained. “I’m sorry about that.” Aaron seemed almost bashful as he walked the group by the house. “Who’s in there?” Rick was on edge in this new environment, and the strained screams set him off even more.
“We’re not sure. Eric and I found her about a month back. She’s pretty much feral but no one wants to give up on her.” Yet, Aaron didn’t stop, he led them on like a museum tour guide. No stopping for questions, don’t touch the exhibits. They were led to the outskirts of the town, far enough away from the others that they couldn’t pose a threat, but close enough that they could be watched. “Here’s where you can stay tonight, Deanna will find jobs for you all so you can spread out a bit more.” Carol took the lead as they filed in. 
“Thank you so much for this, it’s nice to finally feel safe.” Her head was bent demurely, fingers twisting around each other, a shy smile on her face. Aaron seemed to relax a bit with her admission, laughing awkwardly and rubbing the back of his neck. 
“It’s really no problem. You folks have a good night.” Daryl recoiled at his friend’s crocodile tears, he wouldn’t admit it, but her suburban housewife act was thoroughly disturbing. Rick gave the recruiter a nod of thanks. Aaron positively beamed at her sentiment. “I’m glad I could be of help.” With a polite nod, he left the pack to their own devices. As soon as the door was shut, all eyes snapped to Rick.
“We need our weapons back.” Maggie leaned against the kitchen counter, Glenn sliding his arm around her, kissing the small claiming mark on her shoulder. “We need a plan.” He added.
They all gathered around the brand new kitchen, still wary, and slightly offset by the cleanliness of the house. Eugene unconsciously stood near Abraham and Rosita, as Michonne took her place beside Carl and Noah. Rick and Daryl were at the front of the group, the latter's eyes still darting around, trying to assess possible threats.
“It’s a smart idea for us to be in the same house, at least for tonight.” Stick together, no one goes anywhere without a buddy. The rules were the same as the outside, that’s how they would stay safe and more importantly, not lose anyone else. 
They spoke in quiet whispers, too worried about listening ears and watchful eyes. And yet, Rick looked around his pack and noticed the exhaustion that seemed to settle over them like a raincloud. He sighed as he watched Carl’s head nod forward for what must’ve been the tenth time, his sheriff hat almost slipping off. 
“We need ta get some rest. Daryl and I will take first watch.” Surprisingly, there is no fight. Michonne slipped Judith from his hold and led the others to the living room, they followed obediently, too tired to argue. But Carol stayed behind, still at her place by the kitchen entryway. 
She looked so much older now, her eyes darker with a pain neither man could understand. “Just these walls won’t protect us and you know that. These people are too ignorant of the world out there.” Daryl crossed his arms over his chest, his omega’s bracelet catching the fading light of the sunset. 
To think yourself safe and protected after all this time with only a 15 foot steel wall and a gate keeping out the world was foolish. It had been almost 2 years since the world fell, there was no telling how many walkers were out there now, how many Terminuses, how many Governors. The people of Alexandria were delusional and that made them dangerous. 
Rick crossed his arms over his chest, chancing a brief glance at his partner before turning back to the omega. “We need proper weapons. Guns. But Daryl and I can’t go out, it’ll be too suspicious to have two alphas roaming around after dark.”
Carol smirked, her lips turning up in a small smile that Rick knew well. “But a meek omega looking around, needing some air, wouldn't call any attention.” Immediately Daryl answered.
“No.” His answer was final, no room for debate. But she ignored him, instead, she did up the buttons on her shirt and smoothed down her hair. It was almost magical the way she shrunk in on herself, the fierce lioness they knew so well disappearing behind hunched shoulders and downturned eyes. But to Rick, she looked like a predator waiting to pounce.
“I’ll be back in an hour with whatever weapons I can get. Don’t wait up pookie.” And she slipped out the door, quiet as a mouse. 
Rick could hear the others settling down in the large family room, Judith making little squawks in response to her older brother’s muttering. It was a comforting white noise, the pack was alive, they were protected. “I don like when she does tha.” 
The lead alpha clapped Daryl on the back as he walked past, smiling to himself. “C’mon we all need some rest.” With one last glance at the door, the archer followed.
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None of the pack could sleep. It was surreal to be safe for the first time in forever, to have access to (hot) running water, ready food, and actual beds instead of the flimsy mattresses in the prison, or even just the ground. But now, after being freshly showered with a roof over their heads and food in their bellies, sleep wasn’t coming.
Daryl was leaning against the entryway to the living room with Rick, watching over their pack as they settled. Rick couldn’t help but smile as he watched Carl play with Judith on the floor. The pup was smiling and giggling at her older brother who was leaning over her cot, fist clenched tight around his index finger, laughing every time he moved which caused her pudgy little arm to shake up and down, shaking her whole body.
“We’re safe here right?” The alpha wondered aloud, rubbing his freshly shaven jaw. Daryl only grunted in response. “We need somewhere to stay. If we can get back those weapons, we have a chance here. A real chance to live.” 
“But can we do it without her?” Their hearts ached. It was finally settling in, that they were alone again, that they lost something they would never find.
“She woulda liked it here.” Daryl picked at his nails, still caked in dirt. 
“Yeah she would.” The hope that the city had given him earlier was quickly dying as he got lost in his thoughts. Rick finally allowed himself to breathe. He couldn’t hold it in any longer, the tears quietly slipped down his cheeks as he thought of her, of her last moments alive. Were you trying to run? Trying to find him and Daryl? Did she fight through the hordes? He couldn’t stop the flashes of images behind his eyes if he tried.
Her smiling face. Walkers devouring a body. Her body arching in pleasure below him, sweat dripping down her skin. Dead hands clawing, pulling her apart as she screamed for him. The way she practically glowed in the moonlight as she danced with him on the farm. He knew Daryl could feel everything he could through their shared bond, he focused on the good, how she would run to him every time she saw him, how she coddled her pups.
The hunter’s fists clenched tightly into fists and his jaw locked. Rick opened his mouth to apologise but then, the front door swung open, revealing a greatly disheveled Carol.
“Carol?” 
“Rick, Daryl. You need to come with me now.” She was trembling with excitement and fear, a little smile breaking through her usually schooled expression, her white hair mussed up from running her fingers through it. 
“What’s goin’ on?” Rosita’s voice was thick with sleep, rubbing her eyes as she leaned against the fireplace where she had set up. Glenn and Carl also looked up, one of the last few still on guard. 
“Please, just, I need you to trust me. This is important.”
She turned to leave once more but Daryl grabbed her arm. “Tell us.” None of them heard the creaking of the floorboards until another voice spoke from behind the matriarch. 
“I hope I’m not interrupting.” Deanna stood in the doorway, her expression guarded, locked onto Carol. “I just wanted to see how you were settling in.”
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Moonlit Blood [Rick/Daryl-TWD]
Rick wasn’t a fan of Mating Runs, but having watched Maggie and Glenn’s relationship flourish after their Mating Run, he couldn’t help but want.
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Rick rolled his shoulders, debating if he should just strip out of his fleece-lined jacket as he sauntered through the forest, the designated area for this year’s Mating Run. Rick’s senses were high and his eyes snapped towards every sound he heard, no matter how close or far it was. Howls rang out every so often as other Alphas found their mates. The sun had set a while ago and the full moon bathed the forest in silver light giving everything a supernatural glow, but Rick had never felt more at ease than he did when he was under a full moon.
Rick wasn’t a fan of Mating Runs. This was the first one he had ever taken part in. Rick had met and fallen in love with Lori [a Beta] in high school and never had to endure one of these before. He didn’t understand the urge to go hunt down some strange Omega and force them into being his mate.
It had taken the effort of both his pups and his pack to convince him to even participate in this year’s. He knew they just wanted him happy, he knew these could work thanks to watching Glenn and Maggie flourish after meeting in a Mating Run. Glenn was glowing with his pregnant stomach and Maggie couldn’t stop preening about it.
Rick wanted that, he wanted a relationship like that, he wanted one that was better than the one he had with Lori, which wasn’t that hard considering how she had cheated on him with his childhood best friend, but Judith came out with Rick’s eyes and his underlying scent. It had been heartbreaking but easier to banish both Lori and Shane from the pack when his daughter was in his arms and his son’s approval and presence were at his side.
Rick shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he lazily leapt over a fallen log, averting his eyes when he heard the sounds of an Alpha mating their chosen Omega nearby. Rick sighed before casting his senses out over the forest, as a Prime Alpha his senses were stronger than normal Alpha and he could pinpoint almost every Alpha and Omega in the forest.
Rick tilted his head to the side as he noticed a pack of Alphas moving together, even he knew it was odd for Alphas to stick together during a Mating Run. It was bad form and scared off any potential mates, it was giving him a bad feeling and his feet turned towards the direction of the Alpha pack.
Rick paused, this wasn’t his problem. He was here to find a mate, or just wait until the time limit was up. He was fine either way, so he rolled his neck as he debated turning in the opposite way of the pack of Alphas.
Rick took a single step away from the gathered Alphas when a scent caught his attention. It was crisp like a pine tree, it had the undertones of dirt and fallen leaves. The scent was close to the forest the Mating Run was in, but underneath it all was a soft scent of cinnamon and to Rick, the combination of these scents smelt like home in a way he couldn’t explain.
A rumble built up in Rick’s chest as his arms fell to his side, his closing as he inhaled deeply. Rick’s head lolled to the side as he just stood there, enjoying the sweet scent before an angry, fear-laced Omega cry echoed out. Rick’s eyes snapped open, glowing Alpha red and his pupils circled with purple showcasing that Rick was a Prime Alpha.
Rick was running before he even made the conscious decision to move, his mind going into overdrive as he darted through the foliage. The scent Rick had focused on was becoming stronger with each step he took, a growl coming from his peeled-back lips as the sweet scent was tainted with fear and anger.
Rick burst into a clearing, barely taking in the scene that greeted him before he flew into action with a roar. The pack of Alphas he had sensed before had filled the clearing. Two of them were pinning a growling, snarling, struggling Omega to the forest floor. Another Alpha in a ripped jean vest with a sour scent was squatting by the pinned Omega’s head, grinning victoriously.
Rick just knew the Alpha was spewing vile filth at the Omega who was forcibly pinned to the ground and smelling like fear and anger. The pinned Omega was covered in small cuts and dirt as if he had been running away from this group of Alphas, not wanting to be mated to any one of them. This Omega’s scent was like a siren song to Rick and he would be damned if he let some no-name, vile Alpha take what was his.
Rick lunged at the lead Alpha, tackling the Alpha away from the pinned Omega. Rick vaguely noticed that with the distraction he created, the Omega threw his head back to bash the nose of one of the two Alphas holding him. The Omega hurried to his feet and crashed his fist into the other Alpha’s face, twisting away from the stumbling and bloodied Alpha. The Omega let out a snarl that was low and feral but also somehow sounded perfect in Rick’s ears as he shook his long bangs out of his burning gold eyes.
“This bitch is taken,” The Alpha Rick had tackled away from the Omega snapped. Both Alphas scurried off of each other and settled in low crouches as they slowly circled the other.
“Yeah, but not by you.” Rick rumbled, showing off his elongated fangs in a display of Dominance as his red and purple eyes burned.
“I don’t give a shit if you’re a Prime Alpha! This bitch is mine!” The Alpha in the vest shouted, Rick snarled at the stupid Alpha. Rick hurried forward, slamming into the cocky Alpha, not bothered by the way the other Alpha grunted and stood his ground.
“What are you going to do now sport?” The Alpha asked stupidly, Rick bared his teeth one last time before he let his instinct take over and he sank his fangs into the throat of the Alpha. Rick’s mouth was filled with blood and sinew as he tore the posturing Alpha’s throat out with a vicious yank of his head, warm blood drenched Rick’s beard and ran down his throat in rivets. Rick turned his head to the side, letting the Alpha slumped to the ground gurgling on his blood as Rick spat out the mouthful of blood and flesh.
The other Alphas all stilled and stared at Rick with open terror on their faces, Rick stepped away from the now-dead Alpha, drenched in the other’s blood.
“He’s mine,” Rick growled out and the other Alphas fled, leaving the bloodied Alpha and the Omega he saved alone in the clearing.
“Is that right?” The Omega spoke up a few moments later, voice low and raspy but the scent of fear and anger had faded just leaving behind that fresh forest scent laced with cinnamon that made Rick want to curl around the Omega and purr contently.
“Yeah, you got a problem with that?” Rick tilted his head to the side, sweat-damp curly hair falling over his forehead, uncaring that he was drenched in another Alpha’s blood and no doubt came off as feral.
“Nah, you’re a protector no doubt about that. Plus ya smell like happy pups, which means you’re a provider.” The Omega commented and Rick puffed his chest up in a silent preen, his children were his life and he would do anything to protect them and his pack, his chosen family.
“I ain’t like other Omega’s, I ain’t gonna roll over for ya, I ain’t gotta be a little stay-at-home wife and pop out pups on demand.” The Omega snapped out, eyeing the forest as if looking for an escape in case. Rick fought back a sad noise, he didn’t want his Omega to be scared of him.
“Good, I don’t want that. Want a partner, want someone who will kill to protect my pups, my family.” Rick took a few steps closer, rumbling happily when the Omega didn’t move away.
“I know yer a protector, a fighter. Now let’s see if yer a hunter,” The Omega flashed a smirk at Rick before he turned and fled into the forest. Rick felt his bloodied lips stretch up into a feral grin, his blood starting to race in his veins as his cock twitched in his jeans. Rick took off after the Omega, eager to properly hunt down the Omega and make him his Omega.
The Omega’s scent had taken a spicer edge, telling Rick that the Omega he was chasing was aroused and excited. Rick had to focus as he followed the tracks the Omega left, having to double back a few times because the Omega had laid fake trails. Rick was excited, he had never felt this alive before and damn if his Omega wasn’t a clever thing. It just made Rick want to catch him and mark him as Rick’s so no one else could ever think of claiming what was his.
Rick wasn’t sure how long he chased his Omega through the forest, but he knew that he never wanted this to end, even if he also craved the ending. Rick let out a surprised grunt as he was tackled to the ground, the Omega he had been chasing had founded him instead.
Rick ended up on his back, hands gripping the Omega’s wrists as the Omega placed his hands on either side of the Alpha’s head, straddling Rick’s lap.
“Gotcha,” The Omega grinned, feral and full of adrenaline.
“Ya did,” Rick said lowly, unbothered that he the Alpha had been caught by an Omega during the Mating Run. He discovered he preferred this, it showed that he had chosen correctly, his Omega was strong and oh-so-clever.
“I’m a hunter, I know forests like the back of my hands. Ain’t gonna be giving that up anytime soon, got a problem with that? Alpha?” The Omega drawled, sounding very much like a redneck that the faded winged leather vest and sleeveless plaid shirt hinted at.
“Nah, like I said. I want a partner, an equal.” Rick stated and the Omega tilted his head as if studying Rick, but the position gave away how much the chase had turned them on, their erect cocks brushing against each other through the denim of their jeans.
“Good, cuz I don’t know what I would do if you were a prick. You smell too damn good to let go,” The Omega admitted, yelping when Rick suddenly flipped them and pinned the Omega to the ground. The yelp turned into a moan when Rick slotted himself between the Omega’s thighs and ground his erection against the Omega’s bulging pants causing the sweet, mouthwatering scent of slick filling the air around them.
“I’m Rick Grimes,” Rick said as he nosed down the column of the Omega’s neck, settling at the scent he was so taken with.
“Daryl Dixon,” Daryl whispered, arching up against the Alpha as his eyes closed in bliss as his and Rick’s scents twisted together.
“Daryl, gonna fuck you, mate you, then take you home to meet our pups.” Rick rumbled as he teasingly bit at the Omega’s mating gland. Daryl let out a keen at the touch and words.
“Want that, fuck, want that Rick.” Daryl agreed instantly, the pheromones they were releasing were too overpowering. Rick knew the two of them were entering a feral zone that Alphas and Omegas entered when compatible ones found each other. Nothing could stop them now and the only way to come out of the feral state was bloodied mating bites on their throats and the Omega stuffed full with the Alpha’s knot and cum.
Their hands descended on each other, pushing and tugging at clothes until they were nothing but a heap on the forest floor. Now that the Omega and Alpha were pressed skin to skin, it was only natural that Daryl grabbed the sides of Rick’s head, fingers digging into the wet curls and yanked him down for a dirty kiss. Both moaned and Daryl didn’t mind the tang of blood, in fact, it just made Daryl that much more turned on at the reminder that Rick had ripped another Alpha’s throat out to get to Daryl.
Rick ran his hands down Daryl’s chest, fingers pausing to rub over the Omega’s pink nipples. Daryl moaned and pressed up into those light touches as he hooked one leg over Rick’s hip to yank him down in a silent plea. Rick swallowed Daryl’s moan when he plucked the Omega’s nipples. Daryl broke the kiss, lips were swollen and wet with salvia. His cheeks were flushed and the golden ring of Omega gold was so thin that it was barely visible as Daryl looked up at the bloodied Alpha in full-blown arousal.
“Gonna fuck me now Alpha?” Daryl asked gruffly, tilting his head up when Rick leaned down and dragged his tongue up the column of Daryl’s neck, humming lowly at the taste of salty sweat but something uniquely Daryl.
“Gonna make you come now,” Rick amended as his fingers curled around Daryl’s cock, giving it a solid pump. Daryl let out a soft gasp, fingers twisting around Rick’s curls as his head fell back as Rick stroked his dripping erection, the scent of the Omega’s slick growing stronger with each pass of the Alpha’s hand. Rick couldn’t resist the sweet scent his chosen Omega was releasing, his mouth watered so it was no hassle for Rick to duck his head and seal his lips around the leaking head of the Omega’s erection.
Daryl yelped, body arching up towards Rick and nails digging into the Alpha’s scalp as Rick smoothly took every inch of the Omega’s cock into his mouth. Daryl gasped for breath, staring up at the treetops above them as he tried not to lose his mind while Rick sucked and lapped at his sensitive cock.
Rick smoothed his hands possessively over Daryl’s muscled and scarred thighs before sliding two fingers into the Omega’s soaking-wet hole. Daryl moaned low and wantonly, hips jerking as the Alpha’s fingers stretched him with a precision that the Omega hadn’t expected from an Alpha in feral mating mode. Between Rick’s mouth on his cock and fingers in his slick hole, Daryl stood no chance as he let out a cry as he came, drenching both the Alpha’s chin and fingers.
In any other situation, Daryl would have been embarrassed by the fact that he was coming so quickly, like he was in Heat for the first time. Instead, it felt natural and the pleased smile Rick gave him just made him settle further.
“You’re gonna be nice and slick now, gonna take my cock so well. I just know it,” Rick rumbled, his words a bit garbled by the fact his fangs had elongated again and paired with the drying blood on his face and throat made Daryl hot. This was the way Alphas were meant to be, to do anything to protect what was theirs.
Daryl rolled himself over and shoved his body into the classic presenting position without a second thought. He had never presented to anyone like this before, not until Rick and he would never present like this to anyone except Rick, his Alpha.
Rick snarled lowly as he gripped Daryl’s hips tightly, leaving bruises that would last for days after this. Daryl whined lowly, arching his back just a bit more to tempt his Alpha. If he didn’t get the Alpha’s cock in him right now, he would make Rick chase him down all over again.
Daryl wailed as Rick howled out in a primal, feral state as he slammed his cock into his chosen Omega. Daryl had taken Omega and Beta cock’s before, he had ridden fake knotting toys but that had been nothing like taking an Alpha’s cock properly. Daryl had never felt this full and perfectly stretched, with no burning and no ache, just a perfect fit.
Daryl dug his fingers into the dirt, sinking into the wonderful sensation of his Alpha mounting him in the territory that he felt most comfortable in. Dreams he had when he first presented as an Omega were finally coming true and he wanted to stay in this moment forever. Yet his mind went blank the moment Rick drew his hips back and thrust into him for the first time since he bottomed out.
Daryl’s mouth hung open and a keen escaped his throat as he clenched eagerly around Rick’s cock, desperate to both keep his cock inside of him and for the Alpha to keep fucking him. Rick chuckled lowly as if he understood the struggle Daryl was having internally. Rick leaned down and dragged his teeth over Daryl’s mating gland, sending a whole body shudder over the Omega.
Daryl let out something akin to a sob when Rick thrust into him again, cock striking directly against the Omega’s sensitive prostate. Fresh slick gushed out around the Alpha’s cock and down Daryl’s thighs, Rick made a noise of approval and sped up his thrusts, ensuring each thrust had his cock hitting against Daryl’s prostate.
Tears sprung from Daryl’s eyes and ran down his flushed cheeks, Daryl couldn’t stop them from spilling as he gasped and whined as he was fucked steadily by his Alpha. Rick had barely curled his fingers around Daryl’s once again hard cock before Daryl was crying out as he came for a second time, his slick hole clamping down tight around the Alpha’s cock.
Rick let out a low snarl as he snapped his hips forward harder, pounding into the Omega’s tight, sopping hole as he chased his orgasm. Rick’s knot began to catch on the Omega’s puffy, stretched rim and Daryl sobbed as Rick paused before shoving his almost fully formed knot deep into the Omega below him.
Daryl sobbed as Rick howled in triumph on pure instinct as his knot locked them together and small spurts of cum came from Daryl’s cock. Rick leaned down and bit through Daryl’s mating gland, their bond snapping to life between them and instantly Daryl settled, no longer feeling overwhelmed and adrift, he had his mate to ground him and soothe him.
Rick gently rolled them over, guiding Daryl’s leg up over his thigh as he purred contently, hand curving over the soft swell of Daryl’s stomach that he was currently pumping full of his seed. Rick lapped at the blood that was trickling from the mating bite he left on Daryl’s neck, his Omega purring softly in his arms. Daryl twisted as best as he could, forcing them both to moan before Daryl sank his fang into Rick’s mating gland, refusing to be the only one claimed in this new relationship. Rick groaned lowly, knot throbbing from where it was buried inside of his Omega, their bond burning brightly and it felt stronger than it had when only Daryl bore the mark of their bonding.
“Don’t worry about nothing anymore, gonna take good care of you and whoever you’ve claimed as yours,” Rick promised in his low, husky voice and Daryl just smiled and turned his head for a kiss, uncaring of the dry and fresh blood their lips and chins were coated in. He knew the words his Alpha spoke to be nothing but the truth and he passed out exhausted but happy with that knowledge.
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