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Do I look like I wanna laugh?
Summary: In years of marriage you had never worn a sexy lingerie to your husband. What happens when you do?
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Warnings: detailed description of lingerie on your body (no body description), talks about sex, smut, Dom! Daryl or a terrible tentative of, dirty talk, knife play if you squint, fingering, mirror sex, swearing, pet names, use of the word slut very affectionately, p in v, unprotected sex (use protection kids), creampie. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+.
A/N: FINALLY FINISHED IT AFTER ALMOST A MONTH WRITING! There’s a warning for knife play, but it actually isn’t, the knife is just used to cut something and it’s not reader.
You had gone on a run with Rosita and Maggie, try to find some supplies, hopefully some new clothes and that’s how you ended up with the girls looking for some lingerie. You had never had this kind of underwear, you normally wore the comfortable ones, the more practical… when you were younger you’d not have them because you were afraid if tour parents saw them they would think you were having sex. Your father would probably freak out and your mother would tease you for the rest of your life. When you left home… well then you preferred your comfort, and nothing is more comfortable than some sports bra and cotton panties.
You had a cute set on your hands, a baby blue all lacy and full of bows. It was cute and the color reminded you of his eyes. “I don’t know Rosi, I’m not used to wearing this. And it’s not practical when we are always running from walkers.” You said, Rosita and Maggie were trying to convince you to get some sets for you. They dragged you from the section you were before and were practically throwing the cute, revealing and sensual sets on you.
“You’re not supposed to use them to fight walkers. Although… I think Daryl would find it sexy if you did.” Maggie grinned, she knew how you could get all flushed and shy when the talk was about sex or any sensual thing.
“Maggie!” You reprehended your friend. “I don’t think he likes those kind of things, I mean… he never said anything or complained.”
“We know he prefer you wearing nothing. Girl, we know you’re enthusiasts, we have ears, you know?” You blushed instantly while Rosita spoke, yes, you knew they often could listen to your and The archer’s activities. Daryl made it very difficult to not be noisy. “But believe me, he’ll like it. He’s kind of a rustic man, but he’s a man after all. They like those things.”
“Ok, I’m going to take this one.” You surrendered, but Rosita wasn’t over.
“Oh not this one, it’s all sweet and cute. Daryl already know this side of you very well. Let’s get you something more sexy.” She said looking at the hangers.
“I’m no femme fatale Rosi, I’m just me… I think I’m sweet after all.”
“You can keep this one, and any other you want, but we’ll choose some for you. Daryl will be wrapped around your fingers.” Maggie said.
“We’re married in case you didn’t notice.” You observed and showed your hand as if they had never seen the ring on your finger.
They choose three for you a black one, a red one and a coral one, they said the colors would outstand more your features. You choose the baby blue one that reminded you of his eyes, a pink one as cute as the blue and a white one.
Later that day after killing 5 walkers and going back home you pondered if you’d wear one of them. What would he think? Would he like it? He liked your common underwear, would those “sexy” ones be appreciated by him?
You had chosen the black one, if anything could go wrong you obviously would go with the boldest one. The black lingerie was very different from all you had seen before. On the breasts it made a triangle around each breast and had only a strap from one side to the other covering your nipples, it had many straps embracing your body and forming geometric shapes with it. In the middle of each strap there was a little bow. The lower part was lacy and had one particularity, it was open in the middle, in the lowest part, letting your cunt uncovered.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, on one hand you thought it was beautiful how it fit in your body embracing all the perfections and all the flaws, but on the other hand you felt silly. You never wore something like this before and you never presented yourself like this to Daryl before. That was it, you were going to take it off and wear your usual underwear and your sleeping clothes. When you were about to take it out, the door to your shared room opened, you jumped startled and closed your robe faster than the Flash.
“What’s that love? Why are ya all jumpy?” Daryl, your husband, asked entering the room and walking in your direction. You didn’t turn to look at him, years of marriage and being caught in this situation still made you blush and be embarrassed.
“Nothing…” you tried. You knew he knew that when you said nothing, it indeed was something.
“It doesn’t seem like nothing to me. You’re all blushy and you were startled when I entered the room.” He wrapped his arms around you and looked at you through the mirror. “Were ya doing something wrong? Something ya shouldn’t be doing?”
“N-no…” you knew what he meant and no, you weren’t doing anything “wrong”.
“Hmm…” he inhaled your scent in your neck nuzzling his nose on it and on your ears. “Not touching yerself without me or without me saying so?”
“No!” You exclaimed, and you quickly thought saying it like this would make you more suspect. “It’s another thing.”
You closed your eyes out of embarrassment, now you couldn’t escape this situation.
“Then, what is it?” He asked again, kissing your neck, his stubble sending chills through your body.
“Do you promise you’ll not laugh about it even if it’s the most ridiculous thing?” You asked looking for his eyes in the mirror.
“I promise it, babe. I’ll not do that.” He rested his chin on your shoulder, observing you. “Now tell me…”
You took a breath and then opened your robe, you slowly opened it until you revealed the piece you were wearing under the robe. When you opened it, you quickly closed your eyes, you were afraid of what you would see in his eyes. There was a moment of silence, and you thought you had screwed everything, until you listened to his voice. “Open your eyes.” He commanded.
You slowly opened your eyes, afraid you’d see something you didn’t want on his face. But as soon as you opened them, you saw his blue eyes, black in lust and desire, the blue just a thin line on the borders. “Do I look like I wanna laugh?” He asked.
“No…” you replied weakly, gods the way his eyes were raking your reflection… that was making your legs weak.
“Hmm…” he took his arms that were wrapped around you and slipped his hands on your arms. “Where did you get it?”
“In the run. With the girls.” You replied. “They said you’d like it… but I wasn’t sure.”
“Why’s it babe?” He asked his hands running up your arms again just to end on your shoulders, his fingers grabbing your robe there.
“I never used any of it, and you never said anything.” It was difficult to keep your eyes open and looking at him through the mirror, when he looked you like that it always felt so overwhelming looking right into his eyes.
“I’d find ya sexy even if ya were wearing a sack of potatoes.” He said sliding the sleeves of the robe down your arms. “I’d rather have ya naked, but this… damn! It got me hard the moment I saw it.”
You shivered from excitement, expectation and a small breeze that you could feel now that you were completely exposed. He pulled your body against his and you could feel his hard on. “Fuck.” It let your lips spontaneously.
“Yeah… fuck…” he repeated and drank you in. “Do ya mind if I do some alterations on it?”
You shook your head, but you knew he wasn’t getting only that. “I need words babe…”
“I don’t mind, you can do anything you want.” You said almost breathless and he had done nothing he barely had touched you yet. That was what Daryl Dixon made you feel.
His hand went to his waistband and he took the knife he had there. He took it carefully to your front and then to the side of the set you were wearing. He cut one side of the strap that was covering your nipples, then he cut the other side and threw the strap to a corner of the room with the knife. Now you had your nipples completely exposed and he was practically eating you alive just with his eyes. “Now, it’s perfect.”
He embraced your body once again with his big strong arms while his mouth went straightly to your neck giving you the most sinful open mouthed kiss, immediately making you sigh. Then he stopped. “I think I shoulda go clean myself, I worked all day…”
“Don’t you dare.” He was playing games with you, you knew it. He had no intention of stopping. He just wanted to tease you, but he had already made you despaired for him. “You just fixed some cars… I-I need you!”
“Look at my sweet girl…” he embraced you tightly one of his hands cupping one of tour breasts and the other sneaking down your stomach. “… ain’t her a little slut?”
He massaged tour breast, teasing it, pinching your erected nipple. His other hand cupped your semi nude crotch. “Yours…” You breathless said.
“Mine?” He repeated on your ear, his fingers running through your impossibly wet folds. “So wet fer me… so ready fer my cock…”
“I’m…” He pressed your clit eliciting a moan from your lips. “Ugh… your slut.”
He inserted one finger on your pussy, you gasped a moan escaping your lips. He nibbled and sucked on your neck and shoulders. “Even being my little slut, yer still so sweet.” He pumped his finger on you ando looked mesmerized at your reflection on the mirror, how you face contorted in pleasure, your parted plump lips and how your lids covered your eyes so perfectly and sinfully. “Open yer eyes sweetheart, wanna you to see how beautiful yer when I fuck you so good.”
It took you a lot to open your eyes and look at your and his reflection on the mirror. “That’s it love…” his deep voice sent chills all over your body making you clench around his finger. He inserted one more pumping in and out of you, his thumb making circles on your clit. “Such a good little slut fer me…”
You bucked your hips on his hands waiting for your sweet release and aching to have his thick delicious cock inside of you. You clenched around him repeatedly, you had become a moaning mess and it was difficult to keep your eyes open, but he wanted that so you tried. For him. Everything for him. You focused on his pretty eyes, his clean eyes that were so dark right now, the intensity on them overwhelming but grounding you in the moment. “Cum fer me baby… let it go…”
You rose your arm to the back, your hand going to the back of his neck enlacing your fingers on his hair. As you’re sent to the edge you pull on his hair making him groan as you have your release on his fingers. “So, so, so sweet! So good fer me…” he said while he drove you through your high fingers still pumping on you.
“Daryl…” you weekly said, your head resting on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.
He looked down at you, his lips brushing yours. “What’s it baby?” You didn’t answer you took his lips on yours, hungrily damn you hadn’t kissed yet since he arrived, you needed this, you loved so much his kisses and the taste of his mouth.
You both broke the kiss, breathless you looked him in his eyes. “Was that what you needed babe?”
“That too…” you answered, the tip of your fingers massaging his scalp. “But actually… I need you, inside of me.”
He tightened his embrace on you, ready to move to bed, but you stopped him with your words. “Here.”
He stopped on his tracks, looking you in the eyes. You had already made sex in many different places, but he knew you both preferred it in bed. Your words startled him and woke something in him. “Do ya think ya can stand for a little time?”
“Yeah, I’m holding on you babe…” you said tugging a little on his hair, he released you, but was ready to catch you if needed. He unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans, taking his cock out of his boxers and pumping it a little before getting a hold on you again. He needed you, and he was glad you suggested he took you right there at that moment.
He held you on his arms once again, his hands traveling on your body. One hand ended up on your neck, just getting a hold in there while the other went back to your breasts, caring them, stimulating them… giving them the attention that they deserved.
You rocked your but on his hard on. Both of you looked at your reflections, you never thought it would excite you this much. He teased your entrance with his dick making you whimper and squirm. “Oh, please… please…” you begged, the wait making you ache and burn for him.
Who was him to deny you something when you asked so sweetly? Without any warning he trusted deeply into you, you moaned almost screaming, your fingers tugging his hair a little harsher than usual. “Fuck. I. Love. Ya. So. Fucking. Much.” For each word a trust, deep, certain, at the right spot.
You wasn’t able to say anything, lost in bliss and desire the only thing that left your mouth were moans and whimpers. With your free hand you got a handful of his but pressing him deeply into you if that was even possible. You looked at both of you in the mirror, Daryl trusting his hips on you, your bodies trembling out of pleasure and glistening with sweat. You never saw anything hotter.
His hand stopped taking care of your tits going down your body just to tease your clit, stimulate it and build your pleasure. He’s main mission was to pleasure you and if he could he’d do it every single day and minute of his life.
A turmoil building on your lower stomach, his name leaving your lips. Your walls clenching around him, indicating you were close to your high, his cock twitching in a way telling you he was close too. He turned your head to the side taking your lips on his in a passionate kiss, and as he hit that spongy spot inside of you sending you to your edge, he found his shooting his seed in you as you squeezed around him. “I love you!” You said while descending from your high, finally being able to speak.
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Bodyguarded // part 2 (Reader!Grimes x Daryl Dixon)
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Summary: Daryl and you bond more, but Shane can't seem to stop bothering you. His power act over your playing out. With your brother haven risen from the dead will Shane take a step back? [ read part 1 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5]
“Keep your hand steady.” – Daryl said as his fingers trailed over yours. You were looking at him as he noticed it. With a gentle nudge against your chin, he turned your head. – “Eyes forwards.” – he stated. You nodded willingly trying to supress a smile. You kept your focus to the front as Daryl’s hand went under yours, supporting the gun in your hand.
He neared as you felt his body close in on you. His cheek close to yours. He moved his hand to the top of the gun. – “Try looking for a steady aim.” – he informed you. His hand let go of the gun, pointing at the overly big target up ahead. Seeing how it had set it up made you snort loud. – “What?” – Daryl asked confused with furrowed brows.
You lowered the gun, turning more towards him as you had to break it to him. – “Oh Daryl.” – you began with a breathless laugh. – “What?” – Daryl repeated. You swayed your arm over his shoulder pulling him closer to you. – “My brother is a cop. I know how to shoot sweetheart.” – you confessed with a dazzling smile. – “I mean was…” – you corrected yourself letting your arm fall from around him. – “How come you don’t have a gun?” – Daryl questioned loudly. Finding it very odd. You could’ve easily been an asset in keeping walkers at bay.
You took a deep sigh. – “Well you know Shane. He doesn’t like me holding a gun.” – you told him. Daryl took a deep annoyed sigh. – “But you can always teach me if you like?” – you proposed having rested your hand on his chest. – “It’s no fun now.” – Daryl answered bothered. You grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him nose to nose with you. – “We can always make it fun.” – you replied teasingly. Daryl grabbed your face, pushing your head a bit back.
“Why don’t you show me how you shoot. Sweetheart.” – he added teasingly. Before you could utter another word he spun you around. Pushing you a bit forwards by a push on your bottom. Looking over your shoulder, you gave him a soft glare. Daryl leaned back, chuckling. – “I need to know you’ve got my back.” – he said jokingly. You turned back raising the gun. Bang. Bang. Bang. Three shots were fired in the bag.
You stepped aside to show Daryl. Daryl looked surprised seeing how you had shot the three bullets in a way they looked like a triangle shape was matched in the bag. – “Do I get a reward now?” – you questioned. – “Not bad.” – Daryl responded nearing you. Playfully you shoved Daryl away acting as if it annoyed you. Daryl chuckled grabbing you from behind. Wrapping his arms around you.
His body pressed against your back as his head rested on your shoulder. – “I expect a higher praise from you.” – you said chuckling. Daryl left a tender kiss on your shoulder. – “Or you could continue that.” – you said making Daryl lift his head up with a smirk. He left another tender kiss on your shoulder. Following on to kiss your neck tenderly. Kissing his way up as you tilted your head to the side.
You turned around tapping your lips invitingly. Daryl quirked his eyebrow up. – “Now you are over-doing it Y/n.” – he said turning his head away. You could only stare at him shockingly. Daryl’s lips curled up into a smile as he grabbed a hold of you, kissing you full on the lips.
Daryl and you parted as he nudged you to walk. The two of you made you way back to the others. – “What’s Shane’s deal with you anyways?” – he asked. – “You tell me! I have no idea why he is being such an ass towards me.” – you explained half shouting out the words. – “I hate how he acts towards Carl.” – you continued. – “Like he never had a dad? Honestly Shane is a mystery to me. It’s not like I knew him very well before all this, but now… it seems like he is meddling a bit too much in my family’s life.” – you told Daryl who was listening tentatively.
You sighed loud. Daryl and you emerged from the woods coming back to camp. Dale stood on the caravan, waving at Daryl. – “Duty calls.” – Daryl said to you. You watched him go all smiling. Then you gasped loud feeling the gun being pulled aggressively out of your hands.
“Where did you steal this?” – Shane called out holding the gun up. You had turned around in shock, startled by his sudden closeness to you. – “I didn’t…” – you answered still half in shock. – “Don’t lie to me! You stole this bloody gun. Do you think you are brave enough to shoot it?” – he mocked causing a scene. Noticing how everyone at camp was looking your way. – “You think this is a kid’s toy?” – Shane called out waving the gun around. - “Shane!” – Lori snapped at him, eyeing the curious eyes around him and you.
Shane looked all smug. – “If you want to play guns, we’ll play guns Y/n!” – he grabbed you by the back of your neck, pushing your head down. – “Auntie Y/n!” – Carl shouted out as Lori held him back. – “No Carl! She needs to taught a lesson.” – Shane shouted at him. – “Shane!” – you cried out in agony trying to get his grip off you. Shane saw Daryl storm over, making him aim the gun at him.
“No more protecting her.” – he told him clear. Daryl stopped with a glare. – “I didn’t steal it!” – you called out trying to reason with him. – “Liar!” – Shane yelled at you, pulling a bit at your hair. – “Shane let her go.” – Carol said calmly. – “Shane… Shane…” – Carol kept trying to ask for his attention wanting to tone his temper down.
“Look at Carl.” – she said gesturing at Carl. Shane turned his head seeing how Lori held Carl tight. His cheeks stained with tears. His lips pouting as it hurt his little heart to see Shane hurt you like that. – “Please…” – Carol begged. Shane inhaled deeply through his nose. Suddenly aiming the gun at your head. – “No!” – Carl cried out leaping forwards as Lori had to hold him tighter. Daryl wanted to rush over as Shane stopped him.
“I’ll fire if you come near Dixon!” – he shouted making Daryl stop mid-track. – “Shane put the gun down!” – Lori said loudly hoping she could talk him out of it. You were panting, feeling the tip of the gun press against the back of your head. Bend over you felt your blood go for your head. Shane’s hand still on your neck. – “Not so talkative are we now?” – Shane said to you. Carl was crying his eyes out.
“Are… are you really going to shoot me in front of Carl?” – you breathed out. Daryl tried taking a step closer but Shane was on to him. It made Daryl clench his jaw. – “Shane!” – Lori snapped at him. Shane looked up to her seeing how angry she was looking at him. He started to chuckle slowly removing the gun from against your head. – “I was just playing.” – he said holding the gun up.
The moment you didn’t feel his grip on you anymore, you ran off. Tears in your eyes as this was too much. Shane had crossed a line. Hard. – “Y/n!” – Daryl called out running after you. Lori let go of Carl walking over to Shane. – “It was just a joke.” – he told her chuckling. Lori slapped him across the face. – “A damn cruel one!” – she answered angry. You kept running tears running down your cheek. Never did you think Shane was capable of actually holding a gun up to your head.
The seriousness in his voice frightened you. For a moment you really did think he was going to shoot you in front of everyone. – “Y/n!” – Daryl panted out having come after you. He had followed you into the woods. You weren’t listening to him, wondering off too far. – “Y/n!” – Daryl repeated loud quickening up his pace. The tears were running down your face making you sob breathlessly. You called it out when two arms wrapped around you.
Stopping your mindless running. – “Y/n! Y/n stop.” – Daryl said holding you tight as you tried freeing yourself from him. Sobbing loud you eased down feeling worn out. The energy left your body making you sunk through your knees. Daryl went down with you, keeping you in his arms. Turning your face a bit, you pressed it against his arm, crying your eyes out.
He comforted you, remaining silent as he knew cursing at Shane wouldn’t do you any good now. It took you a lot of effort to get back to camp. You didn’t want to be there knowing Shane was there. Also the fact that everyone had seen it made it even more uncomfortable. You decided to go to the lake sitting by the water.
“Auntie Y/n!” – Carl cried out making you turn your head. He came running over as you got up. His body slammed against yours, arms going round you. He was sobbing loud as you soothed him. – “I’m okay Carl.” – you told him, knowing how frightened he must have been. Carl hugged you tighter, pressing his cheek against your stomach. That night slept Carl in your tent. Partly because you didn’t want to be alone and because he wanted to protect you.
The next morning you all got startled at Glenn honking loud. He had been out for a run, only having returned now. Glenn got out of the car all happy and relieved. Everyone made their way over to him to greet him as it had been a few days since they saw him. You kept your distance a bit, gulping when you noticed Shane coming to stand beside you. – “One day there will be no one around to protect you.” – he said to you. It made you swallow frightened. – “What is your deal against me Shane?” – you asked boldly having enough of his power plays.
He turned his posture more to you taking a deep breath. – “Your attitude!” – he made clear. – “My attitude?” – you repeated confused. You turned more to Shane as well, standing in front of him. You stared at him feeling there was more to it. – “Do… do you feel threatened by me?” – you asked him. Shane laughed mockingly. – “You are NOTHING to me!” – he made clear with a deadly stare. Agitated you wanted to shove him. Shane grabbed a hold of your wrist, twisting it to the side.
“Shane?” – both of you heard clear. It made the two of you look to the side. Your eyes widening. – “Rick?” – you gasped out in shock. Carl was clinging onto him. His other arm around Lori. – “Y/n!” – Rick said relieved as he removed himself from Lori and Carl. Shane let go of your arm aggressively. Rick had seen it making him go up to Shane. – “Why were your hands on my sister?” – he asked calmly but with a soft glare.
Shane puffed loud walking off. Rick stood stunned and baffled at Shane’s behaviour. – “Rick?” – you said again touching his shoulder. Touching him made it all real. Rick turned to you with a relieved smile. The two of you embraced strongly. – “I thought you were dead.” – you told him. – “So did I.” – he answered.
He pulled away touching your face. – “How I am glad to see you alive and well sister.” – he told you making you smile between your tears. A surprise touch made you squeal soft. Carl having wrapped his arms around the both of you. – “Now we are a family again.” – he said happily. – “Yeah we are.” – Rick answered rubbing his hand through his hair. Lori glanced over to Shane seeing how jealous he looked. He brushed it off by walking off the minute he saw the meaning of Lori’s eyes.
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Glances🍒
Summary: Rick Grimes comes to your farm and things quickly grow between you both, will he finally get over Lori (reader is 22, Rick is a dilf)
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Rick and his group had been at your family farm for a few weeks now and god has he plagued your mind, he was the hottest man you’ve ever seen, especially when he’s been working outside all day and his skin is glistening it does something to you, but what irks you is his wife…..Lori, you’ve witnessed their fights and he deserved so much better and you were willing to give that
They group were out by their camp while you and your sisters were making breakfast, you heard the door open and in walked the man you’ve been thinking about, his walk over was damn near hypnotizing
“Sweetie?” He asked breaking my you out of your trance, you looked up at his piercing blue eyes and felt yourself become weak
“Yes Rick, is there something you need?” You asked nervous, you’ve only had a few conversations but it still didn’t ease your nerves
“Wondering if you wanna come on a trip to that town near here with me, look for some supplies” you looked over at Beth and Maggie and they were smiling at you knowing your feelings for the sheriff
“Oh…sure when are we leaving?”
“Now while the suns up”
“Okay I’ll go get the horses ready” you smiled excited as you both left the house, he went to get ready as you saddled up the horses
You pulled yourself up in your horse as you held on the the rope of the other and made your way over to a waiting Rick, he had his black button up shirt on, his sleeves pushed up showing his muscular forearms with its prominent veins that made you weak in the knees but you had to try and focus
Rick hoped up onto the horse and looked you over his eyes lingering on your legs, it was a hot Georgia day so you were wear short shorts and a tight tank top
“You ready to go sheriff?” You asked shaking him out of his gaze
He cleared his throat and nodded as you both started to trot off on the horses
“So how’ve you been Rick? You seem stressed” you knew the others of the group really relied on him and put a lot of pressure on his conscience
“Nothing I can’t handle darlin” he smirked
“Of course not, but are you sure you don’t need a stress reliever?” You asked leaning forward a bit looking at him with a boost of confidence, the heat finally getting to you
“What kind of stress relieving are ya thinking about darlin?” He asked looking at you with this look you’ve never seen before even with all the weeks he’s been at your farm
“Anything you want sheriff” you said biting your lip as you finally got to the town, hoping off the horse as you tied her to a post, walking into a pharmacy as Rick quickly followed you
You felt his big hands sneak behind you gripping your waist, sliding down so his fingers were tugging at the hem of your shorts
“Mmm you must been really stressed, what? Your wife can’t help you out?” You asked teasing as you looked up behind you at him as he towered over you
“Can’t look at her like that anymore, not when a sexy thing like you is walking around, these little shorts of yours keep me up at night, thinking of of you tight body as you work in the sun, god I want you darlin” he groaned in your ear feeling him press up against you
“Well good thing for you, I’m here for you to do anything you want, use me Rick” you whined as his hand slipped further down into your shorts
Let’s just say he had a lot of stress to work out on and your body was the perfect relief for him to use…..for hours
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Smoke
Daryl x Reader
Requested by @deansapplepie
Warnings: a little angsty but with a happy ending.
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Daryl sucked in his cheeks, filling his lungs with the smoke from the cigarette in between his finger and thumb. He breathed it in deep before letting the plumes out again in a long exhale.
I watched him as he looked out at an uneventful Alexandria, elbows resting on his knees.
"What ya starin' at?" He drawled and turned to glance at me. I looked away, embarrassed at being caught.
"Sorry. I was just thinking..." I couldn't decide how to put it into words.
"'Bout what?" He took another long drag of his cigarette.
"About you, smoking those things."
He scoffed gently and looked down at his hand, ash dropping onto the wooden steps.
"What? Gonna tell me to quit? Ain't happenin'." His voice was deep, amused.
"My dad and uncle both died from chain smoking, you know. I'd hate to see-"
"Cigarettes'll be the last thing that kill me." He cut across me.
"You don't know that!" I argued.
Finally, he turned to face me. He waved his arm out, gesturing at everything. "Look around, we're in an apocalypse. After all the shit I've been through, if anything's gonna end me, it ain't gonna be no damn cigarette." His voice was raised in annoyance, leaning toward me to make his point.
"Sorry for giving a shit about you and your health, Daryl." I yelled back. I stood and went into the house, feeling tears sting my eyes. He didn't get it, of course he didn't. Watching the people closest to you slowly kill themselves was worse than if they had cancer or got into a car accident. You can't convince someone to stop hurting themselves, especially if they don't realise or don't care.
I heard footsteps approach from the front door and then felt as Daryl sat next to me on the sofa.
"I'm sorry." He said, his voice soft. "I didn't mean ta snap at ya."
"I get it. It's fine." I couldn't look at him still, sat with my arms crossed, staring at the rug.
"It's not." He turned his body to face me. "I didn't realise ya cared so much. Listen, I don't even know if I can even quit at this-"
"It's okay." I finally look up at him. "You aren't gonna quit because you don't want to and no one can make you."
He watched me and nodded slowly. "It won't kill me." He assured. "I've been through hell and back so many times. I'll die by walkers or getting murdered, not by smokin' or cancer or anythin'. It'll be an accident or a fight."
"That's how you want to go, isn't it? You wanna go fighting for something or protecting someone."
"It's how I'm meant to go." He said softly.
"No, you're meant to die an old man, in a comfortable bed, peacefully in your sleep."
He looked up from his hands, eyes wide and then a smile broke out over his face. He chuckled. "Nah, sounds boring." He smiled at me and I couldn't help but return it.
"You never did want a peaceful life, did you?" I amused.
"Don't know how else ta live." He admitted, looking back down at his hands, picking at his fingernails.
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Not a monster
Daryl Dixon x reader
A Beauty and the Beast inspired fic requested by @deansapplepie. Hope you enjoy!
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No one ever initially believed you were the head of the hunting crew.
You looked more like someone who'd work an office with how undamaged your skin was and how neat your hair looked.
But that quickly changed when you took the new guys out for their first trip after training.
The group set out early, trekking through the forest and taking out stray walkers to avoid herds forming.
The new guys in the back joked about everything, not taking the trip serious at all after being briefed about the monster living in the cabin ehat hunted these grounds as well.
There were lots of walkers flooding into the area lately, which made the new guy stepping into one of the beast's traps and screaming out in pain even worse than it would be.
Walkers piled out of the greenery around you and your group was easily outnumbered. Behind you one of your teammates screamed in terror and a shot was fired, hearing a roar in the distance signaling the beast was near as well, and it wouldn't be happy just being shot.
While the beast circled your location, its leg healing over time the walkers were taking out your crew one by one. As the horse shrunk with every single one you and your best fighters took out, your group thinned out as well to the point of having to run.
You figured out which direction the beast was in and bolted for the other end of the woods with the two remaining members of your squad.
But that didn't last long as one got grabbed ny a walker and the other one stumbled and suffered the same fate of becoming dinner. In the second of distraction you disn't see the cabin coming into view signaling you were about to run back into a minefield of traps set to keep not only the dead out, but humans as well.
With one wrong step your ankle got caught and twisted, dropping you to the floor and wincing in pain. Backing up against a tree to hide from any and all creatures was your best option while you dug through your pack only to remember the medkit was on the one guy who now stumbled along between the dead.
Heavy steps caught your attention as the massive form of the beast came into view. Slow strides as you held your gun pointed right at it, breaths evening out and ready to take the shot as you dropped the gun with a sigh.
Why even shoot the thing? Yeah it was a monster but now that you gave it a thought, you had never seen it kill anyone.
Okay no it did. It killed the guy who shot it just now. But the rest of your crew was offed by walkers, not by the beast.
The beast saw you drop the gun and noticed your hurt ankle and empty bag. He could easily take you out and end your hunting. God knows how many times he had to jank a bolt out of his being after you had caught up with him. But killing you would be a waste. He had heard you talk about him. Pass on the lies that she had been fed herself and made to believe to be true. He never wanted war. He just wanted to be left alone and live in his woods wirhout humans hunting him because he looked different and couldn't speak.
The beast kept approaching. Had you made the last mistake of your life? You hid your face and peeked between your fingers as it stalked closer, readying to pounce. You winced as it set off.
But the crunching and snarling came from behind you, amd you clearly weren't dead.
Turning to look behind the tree you saw it tear into a walker and throw it into another one. His claws dug through the rotting bodies with ease and snatched up your now undead friend only to crush his skull and take the pack he carried into its maw and shaking voilently until it detached from the body.
You followed its movements as it returned to your location and dropped the pack at your feet, but to no avail as you passed out only a second later.
You woke up way more comfortable than you expected, in a large pile of soft furs next to a softly burning fireplace. You stirred and turned around to take in your surroundings but in all honesty had no idea where you were. You spotted borh your pack and the one your friend carried the medkit in off to the side, and the whole place looked almost like a luxurious vacation cabin.
Wait. A cabin..
You shot up, letting out a pained cry and remembering you hurting your ankle. You took the pelt off your legs and saw your ankle all bandaged up messily.
You decided to stay seated and give the place a proper once over.
Above the fireplace hung a large deer skull and antlers decorated the surrounding walls along with different hides that served as curtains.
Bones served as handles, or candle holders wrapped together with twine. There were chairs and a table but those were against a wall and covered in items, clearly not being used. Behind you fhe sound of a door opening startled you as the cabin's owner made its way in. You were close to tears with how scared you were, now seeing the beast up close and personal.
In its clawed hand it held rabbits. Fur bloody and necks snapped.
With a low grumble they were tossed at your feet.
He was a little proud of himself, because if all of this were in other times he’d tell you to starve to death and throw a torn open rabbit on you.
It turned around then, walking over to the other end of the cabin to rummage around before returning to your side with something small in its hand.
Or, something not so small as it was handed to you. It was a knife carved out of animal bone, handed to you so you could skin it and roast it over the fireplace.
The beast moved like a human, just hunched over and a lot less refined. It used its hands like one too, just not as gentle.
"Thankyou." Your voice was quietas you moved off the pile of furs to make sure not to get any blood on them as you skinned the animals for dinner.
You got a low hum in return before it retreated to another pile of furs to lay down on.
After pulling an old rag from your bag you messily skinned one of the animals and stuck it onto your hunting knife, holding it as close to the fire as your hands let you.
You were so focused on not burning your food and hands that you hadn't heard the creature move to lay onto the pile of furs behind you until his hip nudged against your back. The sudden touch spooked you, causing you to drop the knife. Unable to pick it out of the fire without the right tools you sighed in defeat before a claw nudged the knife handle into reach and picked it up in between the thick pads of his fingers.
He had held his gaze on the woman for a while before deciding to join her against his better judgement. He'd never admit it out loud but he was shy. He no longer had his human form to blend in with others and lost rhe ability to speak after living in isolation for so long. He was self consious about his large frame, sharp teeth and pointed claws. Those were signs of a monster. But he wasn't a monster at all. A beast maybe, but no monster but how was he gonna show that.
With all his ovwrthinking he had misjudged hia position and bumped into you, quickly helping you get your dinner out of the fire when you dropped it thanks to his clumsiness.
"Thankyou." Your smile warmed his heart more than the fireplace ever could and he gave a content hum in return.
He kept the rabbit closd to the fire, his paws being way more fire resistant than your hands.
He hoped this act could be seen as a peace offering. A sign that he wasn't a ruthless killer but just a creature that lived near their home. Her strange looking neighbor.
He had seen her hunt, she was so good at what she did and he knew they'd make a fantastic team.
If only he knew how to tell her. So for now he handed her the cooked rabbit and laid down just a little closer against her.
"Thankyou" You had only said that one single word to him three times now, placing a hand in his thick fur without really thinking about it. It felt to soft you absentmindedly started stroking his fur and playing with it, watching how almost your entire lower arm disappeared in the long strands on his neck.
With the rabbit mostly picked clean you put it aside and continued to warm yourself on the beast, now fully aware of your actions and its lack of angry response.
"You're so soft." His ears perked up at your words. "You like being scratched?" He rumbled a positive sounding answer, so you went on. Now that you could get a good look at him you started seeing how gorgeous his blue eyes were. The scar that ran over one side of his face long settled and grey patches that indicated his older age. More scars littered his skin, most of them hidden away under his long fur but others still clearly visible. You traced some with your fingertips and eyed him all over, following the darkest fur that stretched over his spine all the way down to his wrapped up tail. His hindlegs were fhe size of your entire torso and you almost had the urge to move over and squeeze the muscle just to get a feel of how strong his legs were. The muscles in his arms were so well defined , fhe fur shorter and following the lines of his body perfectly. Your hands followed the direction all the way to his large clawed hands that held onto your knife so gently earlier.
"You understand me, don't you?" He nodded yes, rolling over onto his side to look at you as he pointed at himself and then at you. You could see the gears turning behind his eyes. Clearly having no clue how to communicate with you. He pouted like a child and whined as hw couldn't get his words across. You dug around in your pack and managed to pull out scraps of paper and a pencil, offering it to him and wondering if he could write.
He took the pencil from you, looking more like a toothpick in his large paws and tried to scribble something.
It was hard to decypher but you managed to read it.
"Daryl Dixon? That's you?" He nodded again. You gave him your name in ex hange and he sat up next to you, taking a deep breath and preparing for ..something.
He opened his mouth and a noise that vaguely resembled your name came out before a cough rattled him. You fished your canteen from your bag and undid the cap before handing it to him.
The half full canteen that would have lasted you a while was gulped down in seconds but it did help.
But this time instead of trying to thank you with words, he bumped his snout against you and rubbed it on your skin.
When your hand reached up to rub between his ears he picked you up and pulled you against him. Your back hit his chest with a squeal, turning in his grasp the second your sides hit the pile of furs. "So you've always been like this?" You scooted back a little so you could see more than just his grey chin and he shook his head no.
"Were you like me?" He gave it a thought but decided yes was the easiest answer. He had no idea how to explain he got cast out for being different and stuck in this form because of his anger, to this day unable to turn back thanks to the humans that kept the anger burning all this time.
You made a face and moved around, your belt and holsters becoming uncomfortable in this position.
A curious look followed your wiggling hips and a finger came to hook into your belt and pull a bit.
"What?" He pulled softly again and pointed at your pack. Point at pants, point at bag.
"Are you seriously asking me to undress?" You scoffed at him as his eyes went wide, shaking his head no before changing his mind and wiggling his hand in a 'so-so' gesture.
"Get me a blanket and I'll get rid of the uncomfortable layers. Just because I'm not planning on walking out of here on my busted ankle."
He agreed to your request and moved to fetch his prettiest deer pelt for you, fully intending to let you keep it when you decide to leave him again.
He returned with the pelt and offered to drape it over you and when you accepted, gently doing so, letting you squirm out of your jeans and jacket underneath it and tossing the items with your bags.
You pulled the pelt up all the way to your chin, suddenly feeling exposed in just your underwear and a tanktop.
A noise like a laugh left your beastly companion's lips as he again pulled you close to him, keeping the pelt wrapped around your body.
You warmed up in an instant, relaxing against his body and feeling ..safe.
You only now realized that being there, with the beast that you had religiously hunted before, you felt safest when he held you close.
He felt you relax and had to refrain himself from doing what he wished to do.
So he waited for you to turn to face him so his could scoot back and look you in the eyes as he tried to ask you something.
He took a finger and pressed the pad against your lips and then moving it to his as he tilted his head in question.
"You.. you want a kiss?" Daryl carefully nodded in reply, begging he hadn't overstepped. But you only laughed kindly. "What? Are you some kind of prince that needs his curse broken by a kiss? Like in that frog story?"
He rolled his eyes and moved to lay on his back with a huff. Of course he wasn't taken seriously here, but who cared anyways. He turned back and nodded at you. Who knew, maybe someone showing him genuine love would cure his anger and let him shift back.
"Alright then, you. Come here." You lifted your hands to grab at his muzzle so you could give him a kiss. It was soft and quick.
And the next one a little less quick. A large paw reached for your lower back and slowly snuck even lower to pinch your soft flesh while he happily lapped at your lips and cheeks.
A yawn escaped your lips. Even if you didn't do much, today was eventful, and with the warmth Daryl was giving off you could fall right asleep.
He let you turn around before catching you in his arms and slowly drift off to sleep.
In the middle of the night you felt him stir behind you, his breathing heavy before the horrifying sound of bones cracking shook you wide awake. Not daring to turn around you let it all happen, and only when fhe sound died down and all you heard were even breaths you dared to turn around.
Next to you laid a man. Covered in the beast's scars, with his hair the same shade of brown. You couldn't see much more of him in the dim candle light.
He shivered as he laid nude on the furs, so you took the end of your blanket and put it over him, moving closer and warming him up until you fell asleep again.
In the morning you were woken up by a ray of sun deciding to shine right into your eyes.
You whined and stretched, finding your now human companion still sleeping peacefully under the pelt with you.
One part of you wanted to get up and eat, but the other begged to stay right where you were.
The decision ended up being made for you as an arm stretched out and pulled you against a warm torso.
"G'morn." The gruff voice almost startled you, not realising Daryl would be able to speak again in his human form.
"Good morning to your too." You smiled at his tired self, taking in the details of him.
The scar that ran across his eye was even more visible now, and the beard he sported as a beast still there, just shorter but just as grey.
The bits of skin that were visible due to the cover shifting overnight held several inked pieces all over. A heart on his chest, a tiny cross and a cursive text so bled out and faded it held no meaning anymore as well as a small winged creature on his upper arm. You stared for a while and looked back up to find him staring right back at you.
His eyes were still just as blue as before, and it fascinated you how he was easily recognisable even in this form.
He smiled at you. A soft smile, one that showed he was content with his current situation.
"So, I guess either that kiss worked or you're a horrible, lying person." His laugh sounded nice, better than the one from yesterday. You liked this laugh a lot.
"Worked like a charm. Yer kisses were sweet." There was a certain drawl to his speech, but he spoke well for someone who spent his time as a beast and never had anyone to talk to.
Your stomach rumbled and you giggled in embarrasment. Daryl smiled and took the pelt off you to wrap afound himself as he got up and dug around underneath the forgotten table to fish out a box. It seemed to hold clothes, perhaps his own old ones. After he got dressed he gave gou back the warm pelt, but not before giving you a once over.
You watched as Daryl dug through a large basket at the other end of the cabin. When he returned he handed you a large bowl with fruits you recognised as the ones your community grew just outside the walls.
Of course that low fence wouldn't keep him out. You thanked him for what felt like the millionth time.
"Why did you save me? We've been hunting you for ages." Ylu looked down and poked at the apple for a bit.
"Ya were told I was a monster, so ya were scared." He sits down with now, patting your leg so you move for him to sit closer. "Ya ya droped the gun, stopped bein' hostile."
The smallest smile appeared on your face at the real truth of that action. "I had given up. Saw no way out of that. But also something sounded off about a monster being able to set those intricate traps."
You ate as you talked, Daryl stealing some berries and going to roast the leftover rabbit before it started rotting.
Tou liked your home in Alexandria, but still you spent your day thinking of an excuse to go there to pack up and go back home to your beastman.
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I learned that I have way less memory of the original animated movie. I hope this is still good omg.
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Light My Fire | Chapter 7
Masterlist
< Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 >
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader
Word count: 2.3k
Pronouns: you, she/her
Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, swearing, mentions of physical abuse towards other people, detailed description of typical TWD violence, differences from the main plot may occur, bad English (not my first language).
Taglist: @your-shifting-gurl @bae-live-0 @richardsamboramylove55 @deansapplepie @snailss @denisecabrera @dreamtofus @duckybird101
You were sitting near the tent, trying to occupy your mind with the book you had taken at the beginning of the outbreak when you left home. The novel was so good that you binge-read it after Rick got to the hospital. That was the only thing that distracted you somehow, almost the cure for the hours spent crying after calls with Lori, who always said the doctor's forecast had been discouraging.
Now, everything was different. Although you reunited with your friend, other things were bothering you. Thoughts rushed after every sentence being read.
Is Merle alive? Will the group come back? Should I tell everything to Rick? But that fucker Shane almost killed me today. Shit! The neck hurts so much I'd probably have bruises forming a 'necklace' in a day. Shane is scaring the hell out of me. Why is he doing that to me? Did I deserve it after all my love given to him? I think I deserve just nothing good. If any good is even left in this world…
You cursed to yourself, noticing that familiar Depression FM finding the 'right' radio wave in your mind. The host today is so cruel; he plays that shitty song with the lyrics derived from your brain. And that fucking cassette tape is broken, repeating every verse again and again. You knew what to do in such cases.
"Ms. Y/LN, there's one technique that helps to get rid of repetitive unhealthy thoughts. But it needs practice as any of them. So close your eyes and imagine a bus stop, some familiar one to you. Perhaps near your work. This must be the place you know well to add realism to your brain."
You put the book aside and leaned back on the tree to relax your body. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and imagined the bus stop near your office. This is a busy street full of office workers fussing around and cars honking.
"Good. Now imagine the bus you are waiting for."
You are standing in your uncomfortable office outfit, praying to catch the bus quicker and get home. And here it is!
"When it arrives, come up to it."
You make several steps, slightly losing balance as some teenage girl pushes you, aiming to get in faster than you to take a seat.
"The doors are opening, and you get in but notice one unpleasant thing… The people inside only talk about you. About your insecurities. They literally repeat your thoughts out loud, saying them to you in your face."
"You don't deserve love," an old grumpy lady says, looking at you with side eyes.
You take a step further, aiming for the part of the bus with fewer people, finding a man wearing total black: a leather jacket, jeans, massive boots, and bike gloves. He is saying nothing to you. He's not even looking at you, listening to whatever music is playing in his earphones.
"Love? Don't be ridiculous," the teenage girl who had pushed you before chuckled. "She just deserves nothing good."
Another step up to the man when he finally turns to you. Pale blue eyes, three-day stubble, a bit outgrown haircut, two cute moles on the face, one above his thin lips. Although his frame is wide and the outfit is brutal, he doesn't seem like that. He's calm.
"Daryl?" you whispered, standing up too close to him, the haunting scent mixed of his cologne, leather, and tobacco hitting your brain, sending waves of excitement through your veins.
"Yeah, talking about Daryl," a clerk sitting near you, reading a newspaper, caught your attention, "He thinks you are useless."
"Reckless," a woman cooing to her baby corrected the clerk.
"He talks to you out of pity," another voice said.
"He's not interested in you," added yet another.
All the hurtful voices meshed together, making your tears swell in your eyes. Daryl took off his earphones and passed them to you. You plugged them in and heard… Nothing! Except the silent echo of your heartbeat. You noticed people were still talking to you but couldn't hear them. Daryl cupped your face with his calloused, warm palms, still looking into your eyes. His gaze was calm, gentle, and loving. He leaned closer, narrowing the space between your faces, looking down at your lips; his breath tickled your sences as you savored the moment with anticipation.
"Ms. Y/LN, after hearing everything the passengers have told you, would you get off the bus?"
"No," you whispered, closing your eyes and feeling Daryl's lips touching yours in a sensual kiss.
FUCK!
You opened your eyes and threw the book away towards the tent.
"So, have I fallen for Daryl?" you asked yourself, desperately sighing, as surely daydreaming about the hunter wasn't planned, when suddenly you saw a familiar woman figure approaching you - Lori.
"Y/N, can I ask you to look after Carl and Sofia?" the woman's expression was concerned, obviously stressed out by something. You only nodded in consent, not wishing to talk, and stood up to go for the children. But your hope of no dialogue with the woman was dispelled in a second when she gently grabbed your forearm.
"We need to talk, Y/N."
"Enough talking for me today," you mumbled and stepped forward but were stopped again by Lori's touch.
"Please," she begged sincerely. "I… I'm really sorry for all that," her voice shaky. "I didn't know you still had feelings for him."
"You never asked," your response was just a guillotine, cutting off all potential reasoning.
"If you had only told me before… Perhaps I'd still be devastated, but I knew you were fair to me. And after some time, I'd accept it," you looked at your crying former friend and felt the pain hit your chest.
"Look, I'm not aiming to hurt you. Just trust me, it doesn't bring me any satisfaction. I'm not a monster. I just want to let you know I've always expected some tricks from Shane but not from you. Because you know what? I've always thought friendship is stronger. Love just comes and goes. But you betrayed me."
"Okay, okay," Lori nodded, sobbing, and was going to walk away, but you stepped aside and appeared on her way.
"I could overcome it and forgive you one day. But if Rick doesn't… He just doesn't deserve all of this."
"He'll never know," her answer outraged you. She was so sure you wouldn't tell Rick.
And honestly, she was right and wrong at the same time by saying this. You face the dilemma of telling Rick everything you know and destroying his family and friendship with Shane. Or you just step back and lose another close person like Rick because you'd not be able to even look into his eyes and act like everything is going fine and finally betray him by keeping silent. You didn't know what to do, and this tortured you.
"Then I'll just be nice to you for the love of Rick and Carl. I can't offer more; I'm sorry," you turned around and walked toward the campfire, leaving Lori alone. "I'll look after Carl and Sofia."
Hours later, when you were spending time with the children, the camp was shocked by another event: Shane beat up Ed after he hit Carol. You felt sorry for the woman and reasoned her to have her rest, though you had planned otherwise before, and took your duty to help in the kitchen and stew the squirrels for the group.
It was getting darker; the group was having dinner, but no one returned from the run to Atlanta. You saved the portions for the men and started cleaning the place you called the kitchen. You couldn't have your rest; otherwise, you would go crazy. Or eat as the food stuck in your throat again. Your nerves were being torn to shreds.
But Amy's wrenching scream cut off the silence you mistakenly considered agonizing.
"Walkers!" people yelled.
The chaos burst in seconds, resulting in fussing, cries, and shooting. The latter bothered you the most as it was uncontrollable, and you were scared to take a slug. You ran to the table and took a knife, scanning the situation around. Lori and Carl were hiding behind shooting Shane; that's good. You were looking for Carol and Sofia, who were near Shane as well but were more vulnerable to attack.
You were going to run to them but heard upcoming rasps just near yourself. Turning around, you stabbed the walker's head, hearing the gut-wrenching sound of tearing skin and breaking skull. The blood spraying on your face and the smell almost made you vomit. The body fell on the ground when another walker approached you, snapping its teeth and stretching its arms to you. You kicked it in the chest so you had more space for maneuvering, swaying your arm holding the knife to damage the skull of the lying dead.
You stood up, taking a deep breath and wiping the sweat off your forehead. Other shooting noises were reaching the camp. You heard Rick's voice calling his family when you fell, being pushed down to the ground. Your chest took a pasting by falling flat on the ground, and the air from your lungs was beaten away. You realized the snapping teeth were inches from your skin, so at least you needed to push it away from you to kill, but the body was so heavy you couldn't make a move.
Suddenly, you felt the weight above was lifted from you, thrown somewhere away, and shot, so you jumped out of your skin, instinctively closing your ears. Then, your body was lifted easily as if you were a featherweight. An arm tugs around you, pushing your back into someone's body.
"Ya okay?" you know this gruff voice.
You quickly nodded and squizzed his forearm, thanking god Daryl returned to the camp.
"Stay behind; it's clear there," the archer freed you from his hug and continued shooting the dead.
Several minutes passed when the last walker was down. You were panting, trying to catch your breath, and dropped to your knees as your muscles were aching. You looked back and saw Rick hugging his family. Carol and her daughter were safe, but the field around the camp was covered with dead flesh — the bitter payment for your close people to be alive.
"Y/N," you heard Rick approaching you, helping you stand up, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," you nodded, standing up, but your legs were wobbling, so the sheriff had to help you keep your balance by holding you by your back.
"Where's Merle?"
"He escaped, but we couldn't find either him or his body."
The hope died in your eyes, turning your gaze to as black as night.
"Y/N, can you tell me something?"
"Hm?" you hummed, fluttering your eyes open as if you were returning from a trance.
"Did Merle and you..?"
"No," you cut short his question and were trying to walk away, but Rick stopped you, standing next to you, gently holding your shoulders.
"Is it because of Daryl?" by an odd coincidence, the name mentioned made you stiffen so that Rick's touch read your tensity.
"What do you mean?"
"Do you like him?"
You stiffened even more, and the opportunity to lie about something faded. Considering you were talking to the sheriff, who was too good at reading people. Furthermore, when they were close ones.
"No. We just became friends," you put his arm aside, hinting you'd like to walk away. This dialogue was leading to some strange course. "Rick, I wanna sleep, let's talk tomorrow, okay?"
Your friend nodded and stared after you walking away.
"So, why do you sleep in Daryl's tent?" you stopped and turned around to the man.
"Because you got back, and there's not enough space for four of us."
"You had already moved to Dixons. There was no stuff of yours. Or you are a medium."
"Rick, is it cross-examining?"
"I just wonder why you behave so strangely. If you like some of the brothers, it changes everything. I'll insist on searching. If you don't have feelings but still hang out with them when your family is here. Then I assume you'd had some fighting with Lori and…"
"Hey man," Shane appeared out of nowhere, approaching Rick. "Let's discuss our plans for tomorrow. We need to do something with the bodies."
You mentally thanked your ex and quickly walked to the tent. Getting inside of it, you noticed the archer was already sleeping. Perhaps he was so tired he didn't give a damn where he was going. And at least it's his tent. You grabbed your blanket to move to Merle's, but Daryl's voice stopped you.
"Ain't sleeping. Get inside. It's better to stick together if another horde is coming. Not gonna touch ya," the hunter's sleeping voice made some magic to you as you got in and laid down back to him without hesitation. You covered yourself with the blanket, but it was too much already as you were flushed red, and all your blood was running in hot impulses through your body.
"Is it okay?" Daryl wanted to reassure himself you were fine with this.
"Yeah," you replied.
"So, if Rick noticed, then when will you accept you have fallen for Daryl, Y/N?" you told yourself and shut your eyes tightly as if it would help you fall asleep faster.
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I Can See You (II)
Series Masterlist/Warnings
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"well I can see you."
What did that even mean?
Was he trying to flirt with me?
Surely not!
Although all of me wished that was the case, it couldn't be.
Could it?
I spent the rest of the night, well in to the next morning thinking about his words. I heard a light knocking on my door breaking me from my spiraling thoughts. Jared opens the door, crashing on my bed. I take my hand running it through his shaggy hair, it was something that always calmed him.
"what's up?" I asked him as he sighed.
"just tired, and a little nervous to start filming today." He admitted.
"don't be nervous, you'll be great, you always are." I smiled.
"I'm kind of glad you're coming with."
"kind of?" I scoffed in mock hurt.
"you know what I mean you brat." Jared said shoving my hand away from his hair.
"if anyone is a brat here it's you moose." I teased.
"just shut up and get dressed, we have to leave in a hour."
"you cut me deep moose." I joked.
Jared rolled his eyes before standing up and walking towards the door.
"uh one more thing, just uh stick with me and Jensen today, don't go wandering off like you do." Jared said, referring to my disappearing act last night at the party.
Jensen.
At the mention of his name, the events from last night, his words, it all came flooding back. I bit my lip, once again starting my spiral of overthinking.
"did you hear me?" Jared asked.
I rolled my eyes at him. He could be really annoyingly overprotective sometimes. I reluctantly shook my head in agreement.
"now get out of here!" I groaned throwing a pillow at him.
Jared dodged it easily, laughing before departing from my room.
I quickly got up throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt that read I ❤️Dean Winchester. I got it simply because I knew it would make Jared mad, and as his little sister I had a duty to annoy him as much as possible.
I ran a hand through my hair before descending down the stairs. Jared and Jensen sat in the kitchen, hunched over bowls of cereal. Jared was the first one to look up.
"what are you wearing?" He asked rolling his eyes, causing Jensen to look up too.
I could see the grin spread to Jensen's face.
"I for one love it." He smirked.
Jared rolled his eyes again.
"I can't wear your merch, that'd be weird, besides everyone knows Dean is the superior Winchester." I laughed grabbing the cereal box and dumping some in to my open mouth.
"she's got a point." Jensen said grabbing the cereal box from my hands to pour me a bowl.
"I hate you both." Jared grumbled, getting up to put his bowl in the sink.
I could feel an awkward tension settle between me and Jensen as Jared left the room. It was the first time where I had no clue what to say to him. It seemed like he was struggling with the same thing.
"about last night.." Jensen started but I cut him off.
"what about it?"
"I uh probably shouldn't have said that.." He said rubbing his neck nervously.
Ouch.
It was silly of me to think he meant anything by it.
"oh, okay." I whispered, trying my best to hide the disappointment in my voice.
Jensen breathed a sigh, standing up and walking over to the sink to deposit his bowl. He turns around quickly glancing at me.
"I meant it, I just probably shouldn't have said it."
I was dumbfounded as I watched him leave the kitchen.
I let out a shaky breath I didn't realize I was holding. I couldn't stop the smile that spread to my face.
Holy Shit.
It was definitely him being flirty.
Why else would he say he shouldn't have said it?
He didn't want Jared to know he was flirting with his little sister.
Okay, maybe I was getting a little too ahead of myself.
I scarfed down the rest of my cereal quickly joining the boys in the car. I kept sneaking glances at Jensen but he never returned them. It was like when other people were around, I was just Jared's annoying little sister, but when we were alone he was different.
I was feeling excited when we got to set. Jared and Jensen immediately went to wardrobe and makeup, dragging me along. I didn't realize just how much went into getting ready for shooting. As soon as they were ready they were whisked away to start filming. I stayed close, just like I had promised. I didn't mind though, it was cool to see Jensen and Jared take on a different persona and become Sam and Dean Winchester.
I giggled as Jensen broke character, yelling at Jared for messing up his lines.
"be nice to him!" I yelled from the sidelines.
Jared gave me a look as if telling me to shut up. I smirked before standing up and stretching my muscles. It felt like we've been here for hours already. I know I promised to stick close, but I really needed to find a bathroom.
I slipped away quietly, walking around the massive studio. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out, bringing it to life. It was a text from mom asking how Jared was doing. I rolled my eyes typing back a reply. It seems it didn't matter how I was doing, like usual.
I was too busy looking at my phone that I didn't see the body in front of me until I was crashing in to it.
"shit, are you okay?"
I looked up to see a really handsome guy, he looked to be around the same age as me.
"uh yeah, that was totally my fault." I said taking his extended hand so he could help me to my feet.
"are you uh a Jensen fan?" He asked pointing to my shirt with a laugh.
"I'm uh, Jared, uh Sam's sister, I got it mainly to make him mad." I said awkwardly.
I wasn't the kind of girl who was experienced with talking to guys, especially handsome ones.
"Well Jared Sam's sister it's nice to meet you I'm Jeremiah, I'm an extra for the first two episodes." He teased.
"It's nice to meet you too extra Jeremiah." I teased back surprising myself.
He laughed, making me blush.
"It's uh (y/n)." I said with a smile.
"(y/n), nice name for a nice personality." Jeremiah said making me blush even harder.
I wasn't use to men complimenting me.
"thank you." I replied shyly.
"well uh, I should get going, I'm supposed to be in the makeup trailer." He smiled offering me a small wave.
"Jeremiah." I called causing him to turn around.
"could you uh, maybe point me towards a bathroom?" I asked with a laugh.
"I'll do you one better, follow me."
I started to walk next to Jeremiah, taking a moment to get a good look at him. He had the prettiest blue eyes, a vast contrast from Jensen's green ones. He was naturally tan, with muscles protruding from his shirt.
"I get it, it can get a little crazy on set, hard to find things." Jeremiah spoke, breaking the silence.
"yeah I don't know how you guys do it." I admitted looking at where we were.
I was indeed going the complete opposite direction of the bathroom.
"yeah and I'm just an extra." He said sounding a little bummed.
I grabbed his hand giving it a comforting squeeze.
"Jeremiah don't worry you'll get your big break soon enough, Jared thought he was going to be working odd jobs forever and now look at him." I comforted.
"you're really cool, you know that?" Jeremiah said turning towards me with a smile.
I felt the blush spreading to my cheeks once again.
"you're really cool too." I smiled.
"uh here we are." Jeremiah says gesturing to a door.
"thanks." I said offering him another genuine smile.
"see you around Jared Sam's sister." He said with a wink.
"see you around extra Jeremiah."
I couldn't fight the smile on my face. It was nice to be noticed by someone. I quickly used the restroom, before skipping happily back to set where the boys stood.
"what's got you so smiley?" Jensen asked as he took a seat beside me.
"oh nothing." I said trying to shrug it off.
"no come on, just tell me." Jensen said bumping me with his elbow.
I took a deep breath. I could tell Jensen wasn't going to give it up.
"Jeremiah, he's uh one of the extras on set, he's nice." I shrugged as if it weren't a big deal.
I thought for a second I saw a flash of disappointment on Jensen's face.
"nice is he?" Jensen asked leaning back in the chair.
"yes, he was nice." I said bumping him with my elbow.
"just be careful, nice guys are the ones you have to watch out for." Jensen said.
"are you giving me relationship advice?" I asked with a giggle.
"just want you to be careful baby moose."
I rolled my eyes at his nickname.
"can you please stop calling me that, I just want to be called by my actual name." I grumbled making Jensen smirk.
Jensen stood up, leaning in to whisper in my ear.
"nah, you'll always be my baby moose."
I couldn't fight the blush that spread to my cheeks as I watched him walk back to set, ready to film the next scene.
my baby moose.
Holy Shit.
I settled back in the chair trying to calm my breathing as I watched the next scene. I saw Jeremiah walk on to screen, reciting his lines. He caught my eye offering me a smile. I offered him one back, catching Jensen's attention.
"and that's a wrap." I heard the director yell off screen.
I stood up ready to greet Jared. I was surprised to see Jeremiah walking over to me.
"Hi." He said with a grin.
"Hi Jeremiah, you were great out there." I said offering him a smile.
"Thanks, I uh came over to see if maybe you wanted to go get coffee with me?" Jeremiah asked with a hopeful smile on his face.
Woah.
He was asking me on a date?
I glanced past him to see Jensen talking with a female coworker. He was laughing and putting a hand on her arm.
I realized that Jensen would never like me the way I liked him.
"I would love to go for coffee with you Jeremiah." I said loud enough so Jensen could hear.
"great, uh let me go change and then we can go." Jeremiah said before rushing off.
I smiled as I watched him leave.
"ready to go?" Jared asked returning from his trailer.
"actually she has a date tonight." Jensen said before I could.
I glared at him.
"a date? who with?" Jared questioned.
"Jeremiah, the extra." Jensen answered again scoffing as he said extra.
"so what if he's an extra, he's nice, and he likes me." I said, glaring directly at Jensen.
"I didn't say there was anything wrong with being an extra." Jensen defended.
"yeah well you sure seem like you have a problem." I growled.
"Jared and I don't want you to get hurt is all." Jensen shot back.
"I think the both of you should just let me make my own decisions." I yelled.
Jensen was about to respond, but Jeremiah was walking over to us again.
"I uh know this great coffee shop, you ready to go?" He asked nervously looking at Jared and Jensen.
"I am, I'll see you both later." I said glaring at both boys, but mostly Jensen.
Who did he think he was?
He acts one way when we're around everyone else and another when we're in private. It was confusing and frustrating. It was like he was ashamed to be with me. I deserved to have someone who was happy to be around me, happy to be seen with me.
Jensen
I watched her walk away, slipping her hand in his.
I could feel the jealously burning in my chest.
I shouldn't be jealous, I know that.
I can't help it.
I thought I made it clear that I was interested, but I guess I hadn't made it clear enough.
"dude, what's up with you?" Jared asked looking at me.
"nothing, I just don't want baby moose to get taken advantage of by some guy we don't even know." I said trying to hide what I was actually feeling.
"I mean yeah but he seems harmless enough." Jared shrugs.
I think that was the problem.
He seemed like a good guy. A guy that could treat her how she deserved to be treated. A guy that Jared approved of.
"I guess so." I answered.
"I'm beat, you ready to go home?" Jared asked with a yawn.
"I'll catch you at home, there's some things I need to take care of first." I said offering him a smile.
"okay man, see you later." Jared said with a wave.
I was suddenly feeling the need for some coffee.
Reader
"oh my gosh no." Jeremiah said laughing at my embarrassing story.
I had been talking to Jeremiah for over an hour. He was super easy to talk to once I got over the nerves. He was actually really funny too. I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
"I swear to you, spilled it all over the designer." I said laughing too.
"you certainly have a thing for great first impressions." Jeremiah winked.
"It's one of my many shining qualities." I joked.
"I mean you didn't have to hurt yourself to get my attention." Jeremiah flirts, placing a hand on my cheek.
I couldn't stop the blush that spread to my cheeks.
"you're cute when you blush." Jeremiah said gently stroking my cheek with his thumb.
"I probably look like a mess." I said laughing.
"I don't think that's even possible." He whispered, closer to me now.
I could see his eyes shifting from mine, down to my lips.
I think he wants to kiss me.
I think I might want him too.
I gulped as he leaned in, fluttering his eyes closed.
"baby moose, so funny seeing you here."
I jumped at Jensen's loud voice pulling away from Jeremiah.
"Jeremiah right?" Jensen asks holding his hand out for Jeremiah to shake.
"yeah, hey." Jeremiah answers shaking his hand.
It was incredibly awkward as Jensen stood staring at Jeremiah.
"uh Jere, can you go get me a refill?" I asked handing him my empty coffee cup.
"sure, be right back." Jeremiah smiled, taking my cup and disappearing towards the front.
I turned towards Jensen glaring at him.
"what the hell do you think you're doing?" I growled.
"oh you know just getting some coffee."
"you have no right, you need to go!"
"relax, I'm just grabbing some coffee." Jensen smirked.
"well grab your coffee and go, now."
"you don't have to be such a brat." Jensen scoffed before leaving.
Jeremiah came back shortly after with a now full cup of coffee.
"everything okay there?" He asked looking around for Jensen.
"yeah, sorry he just can be kind of an ass sometimes." I said furrowing my eyebrows.
I sat with Jeremiah for another hour, talking and laughing. He then offered to drive me home, which of course I accepted. He pulled in to the driveway, turning off the car.
"I uh, had a really nice time with you tonight." Jeremiah said.
"I had a good time too, thank you." I said offering him a smile.
"I guess this is goodnight then." Jeremiah said slowly, like he was dreading leaving.
"I mean shouldn't we say goodnight properly?" I asked turning towards him with a flirty smile.
Jeremiah smirked, getting what I was hinting at.
Jeremiah leaned in, capturing my lips with his in a gentle kiss. I put my hand on his cheek, kissing him deeper. He was really good at it. I slowly pulled away, allowing the blush to spread to my cheeks.
"goodnight Jeremiah." I said before exiting the car.
I couldn't fight the smile as I walked in to the house, going towards the kitchen.
"how was the rest of your hot date?" Jensen asked sitting at the kitchen island.
I felt my anger towards him return.
"excuse me?"
"relax (y/n) I was just having a bit of fun." Jensen said.
"you're an asshole you know that, okay, all I wanted was to go on a date with a guy I think is cute, and sweet and you had to show up and ruin it." I growled.
"and me showing up for like two seconds ruined that, really?"
"why couldn't you just let me have this one thing, just admit it you cared where I was, who I was with." I started but Jensen quickly cut me off.
"no I didn't, I don't." Jensen was quick to defend
"stop lying!"
"stop being such a baby!"
"oh and you're such an adult huh, you spent your night crashing my first date just for fun!" I yelled furious at him.
Jensen glared at me, taking a sip of his beer.
"you know what just forget it, why don't you go flirt with some more girls." I scoffed turning to walk away.
"yeah, well why don't you go kiss some more wannabe actors." Jensen growled.
I took a deep breath walking away from him.
I feel that if someone really wants you in their life, they’re gonna show it, not just talk about it, and if their actions don’t match up to their words, I lose interest fast.
Jensen was unbelievable.
If he wanted me, he would show it.
I used to know I wanted him, but now I'm not so sure.
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This is sequel to my drunk y/n dancing with Spencer and later Daryl and y/n arguing fic which was requested by @deansapplepie
(i should really start naming my fics, huh)
daryl basically taking care of drunk y/n. it's sweet and all!!!!😍
warnings: puking
Rick swinged his hand at them.
"What was all that?" He shouted as he kept getting closer.
Daryl sighed exaggeratedly as he rested his hands on his knees. He locked his eyes on Rick as Y/n turned to Daryl.
"I'm outta here." She huffed as she raised her eyebrows at the crowd infront of the party house.
"Where the hell do you think your goin'?" Rick uttered, looking at y/n as if she was out of her mind.
"I don't need babysitting, Rick." Y/n said as she rolled her eyes. Her voice was growing taller as Rick's. Daryl was far behind, Rick was getting closer to him and y/n had already passed them.
"You sure do." He thundered. He fixated his eyes on Y/n, his hands were on his hips; his eyebrows were slightly raised due to the fact that y/n wasn't listening to him, wasn't obeying him. He shook his head lightly as he snapped his fingers at Maggie.
"Maggie." He, then snapped his fingers at y/n gesturing that she should accompany y/n on her way to the house.
Maggie was biting her bottom lip agitatedly, creasing her brows. She took a step forward when y/n turned to Rick and sighed.
"Leave me the fuck alone." She snapped.
She looked at the crowd lining infront of the house.
"All of you." She then muttered in a calmer voice. She was stumbling. She tittered to herself as she started walking "These fuckers."
Daryl glared at Rick, not looking willing to admit what had happened. Rick sighed "Can I put some sense into ya if not her?" He uttered, leering at Daryl as if he was pleading.
"Not right now." Daryl shook his head. He stretched his arms lightly, then replaced his hands on his hips.
"Wha' happened to tha' jerk?" He inquired, geniuenly being curious about Spencer's situation.
"He's fine." Rick muttered indifferently. There was a brief stillness as Rick watched y/n making her way to the house. She was wending her way slowly, stumbling now and then; here and there.
"Deanna'll want to talk about this." Rick stated, his eyes still following y/n.
Daryl breathed out. He started walking, Rick's eyes were fixated on his movements.
"We will too."
Daryl's head turned to Rick lightly. He raised his eyebrows quickly for a split second, trying to look interested enough. Rick didn't buy it. He sighed exasperatedly.
"Where are you goin'?" Rick asked.
"Can't show ma face in there, can I?" He uttered. Rick could tell he was exhausted with all the drama that went on minutes ago. Daryl closed his eyes, lightly yawning.
"I'll head back home."
Rick shook his head in frustration. They had settled in Alexandria not so long ago and they already drew more than enough attention to themselves.
••••••
Y/n had been sitting on the stairs infront of the porch for minutes. She pulled her knees to her chest lightly, fingers massaging the temples of her head. She was nauseous, her head was spinning and she was just sitting there and whine. She forgot her purse at the party, waiting for someone to arrive to open the door.
Some kids would pass by her with their parents, giving her worried looks and pointing her to their mothers only for the moms to hush them. Y/n would look around every once in a while, hoping someone to show up.
Daryl saw y/n as he was getting closer to the house. He exhaled softly, not being able to anticipate how she would react.
Y/n lifted her head towards the direction she heard somebody's footsteps. Her expression remained the same, she understood it wasn't the time to give Daryl an attitude.
"Forgot my purse at the party." She whined, creasing her brows. She stood there with her hands rested on her lower stomach and legs crossed into one another. Her hair was messy and tangled, she hadn't cried but her make-up was all over the place. Her eyes were glossy because of the tears that were to come.
Daryl could tell she sounded as if she was about to cry. He eyed her down for a bit before getting closer. Y/n rested her head on her knees, making whiny voices out of pain and discomfort.
He opened the door, not taking a second look at y/n.
"Come on in." He mumbled under his breath and left the door open.
Y/n crawled her way to the door and shut it.
Daryl had already sat down on one of the couches, his hands crossed together. His eyes followed y/n as she was aimlessly walking towards the kitchen, completely not aware of her surroundings. God did she look like a mess, he notioned to himself. He shook the thought away as y/n grabbed a glass of water with ice and sat on the floor. A part of Daryl wished to be there with her, to help her through the night. He felt a sense of protectiveness wash all over him, yet he couldn't get himself up and go over there.
Y/n was whimpering on the floor, holding the iced water of glass to her neck now and then; trying to sober herself up. She could feel herself drifting off, however she didn't have the power to get up and go to her room.
"Ugh." She weeped.
"Did I ruin everyone's night?" She begged like a guilty child. She could see the back of Daryl's head.
"Did I ruin your night?" She inquired. She gazed at the back of his head, only getting a response after an odd silence.
"Ain't some perfect night, anyway."
"I feel guilty." She brittled.
"Mhm ya should be." Daryl grunted. He refused to look at her once again.
There was a moment when Daryl couldn't hear any more of y/n's whinings nor complains. He looked at the open kitchen, not seeing a sight of her. He slowly got up, and absent expression bearing his face. He exhaled and leaned on the kitchen counter with his forearms. He stopped blinking briefly. Y/n had drifted off to sleep on the floor, her glass of water spilled on the floor. She was peacefully breathing, Daryl sighed and took a few steps towards her.
"Y/n." He grunted, being lost in broodiness. He stood by her for a few second without getting a response. He repeated
"Y/n?" Still no answer. Daryl sighed and placed his left hand on his hips. He pressed his lips together, his right hand going through his beard as he looked down at her.
He knelt down next to her, slowly tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. He studied y/n's face for a minute before placing one of his arms under her legs and the other one under her upper torso and lifted her off the floor.
Y/n's hair got in the way of her breathing once again, strands of hair tickling her nose and lips woke her up. She furrowed her brows and squinted her eyes at Daryl, trying to process what was going on.
Daryl caught her leer. He anticipated she could've freak out so he calmly uttered.
"Sshh."
" 'S me."
"Agh." A groan escaped Y/n's mouth as she lazily threw her head back.
Daryl shook his head lightly, trying to hide the subtle smirk appearing on his face. He hated how he would let his guard down like that towards a woman. A drunk woman. His grin grew stronger when y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest.
"Yer fine." Daryl whispered, presuming she must've fallen asleep once again from her shallow breaths.
"Gon' take ya ta bed.."
"Ya'll ge' a good night sleep." He kept whispering to her as all he was getting in return would be her whines and bemoans.
"Jus' hopin' ya won't get sick." He grunted as he opened y/n's door with his feet. She looked pale, she needed to get the alcohol out of her system.
Daryl sighed looking at her pale face, thinking about the others who were still at the party. He turned the light switch on, which caused y/n to squint her eyes. Neither of them said a thing as Daryl put her down on the bed, his eyes roaming through her body. He wanted to help her clean up, take off that uncomfortable looking, skimpy dress, though he couldn't calculate if y/n would be okay with it so he just stood besides her.
He kept glaring at her when her expression turned into a withering one. She swallowed hardly, clearly being thirsty.
"Ya wan' water?" Daryl asked hesitantly. It was not only a question but also a thought he expressed out loud. He looked around the room with a veiled concern. He never took care of someone drunk. It would always be drunk Merle or Merle's friends, if one can call them a friend. However, they didn't need a gentle caretaker like her.
He poured some water in a glass from a jug that was standing on the nightstand. He softly leaned forward as he put some cushions and pillows behind y/n's back to support her stance. He placed one of his large hands on her back to help her stand still.
"There ya go." Daryl mumbled as he helped her drink the water. She took a few small sips and nodded her head to indicate she was good.
"Parched, huh?" He smirked. It was like he completely forgot about what had happened an hour ago, which was to be reminded to him by y/n a moment later.
"Mhmm." was all he got as a response. He kept smirking. Y/n wasn't at her best at the moment but he was glad to spend this alone time with her, away from the others.
She lied down softly as she grabbed one of the pillows and placed it between her arms and embraced it. Daryl kept observing her. She glared at his eyes with a piercing look under the bright light. Neither of them spoke for a while.
"My head is spinning." She whined once again, creasing her brows.
"Tha's normal." He huffed under his breath as he got up. He didn't want the others to catch them like that. He was making his way to the door when he heard a voice coming from y/n.
He turned his head lightly and saw y/n for a split second before she barged into the bathroom. She was covering her mouth with her hand. Panting sounds coming from the bathroom followed by husky retchings. Daryl rushed to the bathroom and immediately knelt down besides y/n, grabbing her hair in his fist swiftly. It was almost like she was trying to hide herself in the toilet seat, gagging and spitting. She hacked a few times hardly to a point where Daryl could see her veins throbbing on her neck.
Y/n reached the flush and cried out as she collapsed to the bathroom floor.
"This is gross."
"Please leave." She said turning her head to Daryl, looking at him with begging eyes. Tiny little amount of her puke splattered onto her chin, Daryl fixated his eyes on the spot and looked around the bathroom with an absent-minded expression on his face.
He grabbed a towel that was hanging on the handle of a drawer on the bathroom cupboard. He cupped y/n's neck with his left hand as he started cleaning the the vomit off of her chin.
"I need to take a shower." Y/n gulped as she placed her hand to the bathroom sink for strength to get up off the floor. Daryl got up at the same time with her, his hands close to y/n's waist incase she'd collapse to the floor once again; though, she looked a lot better now that all the alcohol was out of her system.
"Sure ya'll be fine?" Daryl quaked, failing to fight the concern off his face.
Y/n looked up to make eye contact with Daryl.
"A little help wouldn't hurt." She cooed. She grabbed Daryl from the forearm lightly. She fixed her posture and turned to turn on the water. Daryl stood in the bathroom, scanning her body and the way she lowered her dress hanger, the dress dropped to the floor. She kicked it with her feet.
She turned her head softly to glare at Daryl.
"What if I collapse and hit my head?" She huffed, a sarcastic apprehension in her voice.
Daryl smirked. He could sense the absurdness in her voice yet he came closer. The water had already started to flow down her body to the drain as some of it splashed onto Daryl's tshirt, leaving it soaked with water; yet he didn't mind as he was unclasping y/n's bra.
Y/n sat on marble of the bathtub with her knees pulled to her chest as she embraced them with her arms. Both of them were hit with an emotion wave of their past ongoing beef with eachother. Y/n locked her eyes to the door while Daryl was sitting on one of the stools, watching water droplets hitting y/n's skin. The tranquility reminded of him the same thing y/n was boring her mind with.
" 'M sorry." Y/n bawled. Water hitting on the cold marble was echoing in the small bathroom which almost made her apology unheard. She was still not looking at Daryl.
Daryl remained silent as he stopped looking at her. His eyes were fixated on the dirty rag on the floor and this time y/n gazed at him in the steamy bathroom.
Daryl sighed and got up. He was never good with these type of confrontations. He felt a sense of rage washing all over him towards y/n for ruining a calm, bewitching moment.
"I'ma be downstairs." He grunted. He didn't take a second peek at her. He was uncomfortable all of a sudden. Y/n's eyes followed him as he shut the bathroom door.
She breathed out, suddenly feeling claustrophobic under all the steam and the heat of the water. She got up and turned off the water right away. She paid attention to the sounds coming from downstairs. Everyone must be here, she thought to herself. There was nothing bizarre about it, they probably wanted to talk to two of them.
She exhaled and bit her bottom lip as she stepped out of the bathtub. She tried to reach the larger towel that was hanging on the hanger on the door while trying to dry her feet by rubbing them to the dirty rag.
She finally grabbed it with the tip of her fingers and wrapped it around her body. She felt as if she was at the edge of crying from the stress that was bottling up inside her, stress that she caused. Self aware, atleast; she sniggered to her thought.
She leered at her reflection, being tottaly worn out with the night. She took the brush and tried to detangle her tangled hair.
She took one last peek at her reflection before going into her room, juiced up about sleeping. She'd hope they wouldn't bother her the next day after a night like that.
She walked into her room only to see Daryl slightly lying on her bed; cautiously listening to the the house.
His gaze shifted to y/n and took a quick breath as his ears turned into a reddish shade.
"Don' wan' ta deal with 'em." He mumbled swiftly, not maintaining an eye contact.
Y/n was taken aback. She peered at his damp tshirt and the way he played with his fingers. She didn't know what to feel. They had been in an unending fight for weeks and she, in a way, forgot about it while she was wasted. On the other hand, this was an inconvenient situation for both of them. They were ignoring eachother for weeks, avoiding being in the same room; not talking to eachother besides the times they've had to. However, in that moment; they were harboring in the same room. This time, avoiding others.
Y/n's smile faded lightly. She blinked in apace couple of times as she dragged her feet to the closet in her room.
"You can stay here." She stated, going through her clothes to wear something comfortable.
Daryl stayed silent. She was taking more time than necessary because of the odd minutes to come with Daryl.
She wore a loose short and topped it with a white tank top. She checked Daryl from the corner of her eye, he wasn't moving from her bed. She sighed quietly as she hopped on the bed, eyeing Daryl up and down.
"Ya okay?" He inquired nonchalantly. He did not only ask that because he geniuenly cared but also because he tried to make conversation.
"Mhmm." Y/n huffed under her breath. She was doing a hook sitting, her hands falling on the fresh sheets.
This whole deal troubled her deep down. There was a part in her that was feeling kind-hearted towards him. She couldn't make out how she was so close him yet so far. She had sprawled all over on the bed though Daryl looked uncomfortable as if they were just two teenagers who met through their pertinacious friends. Nonetheless that was not who they were, one could never limit their relationship with words. They weren't friends, lovers. Hell, everyone doubted them, yet no one could speak up. Y/n's brain felt like exploding during her debate inside of her head about her and Daryl. Her eyes were locked on a spot, not moving them an inch.
They didn't speak, they didn't need to. They were all ears to the sounds coming from downstairs when all of sudden all the hustle and the rumble went away completely. They looked at eachother at once. They were both softly wide-eyed, trying to decide if some of them actually left.
"They weren't gonna scold us like lil' kids, anyway." Y/n joked while looking into Daryl's eyes. He scoffed however this only happened under 10 seconds.
Y/n rubbed her chin as she grabbed one of the cushions and placed it on her lap and started swaying her right foot.
Daryl got up and stretched his body. He wasn't sure if he should say something to her which he didn't change his mind and made his way to the door slowly.
Y/n watched his movements, feeling hot under her skin. A part of her longed for his touch, his calming presence. She didn't give it a second thought.
"Why don't you sleep here?" She uttered aimlessly, trying to sound indifferent.
"With me." She then added in a tone above whisper.
Daryl turned his body towards her direction, his hand lightly gripping the door handle. Y/n watched his eyes, looking into his soul. She wanted to read his mind, his track of thought so badly. He had always been someone hard to read.
She didn't change her position at all, still swinging her right foot while the cushion was resting on her lap. Under that mask, nevertheless, she was becoming hotter and hotter. She blinked in apace, swallowing her dry spit and trying to put a pleasant look on her face.
Daryl was in a huge dilemma, not knowing to whether listen to his heart or his brain. Maybe this was a chance after all, maybe she wasn't gonna take a first step ever again. Y/n was looking at him through her lashes, her pupils dilated under the dim light. She was putting on that doll look to convince him once again. God, did it always work.
He peered into her eyes for a brief moment before fighting off the stern look on his face and walking towards the bed leisurely.
Y/n wasn't moving, she still had that doll-like look upon her face, her brows and eyes gesturing his torso.
"I'm not letting you in my bed with that wet t-shirt." She sunged, furrowing her brows in a playful way.
She hopped from the bed as Daryl took of his tshirt and threw it on one off the chairs in the bedroom.
She was acting like a joyful kid, unmaking the bed with eagerness in her actions. She tossed the white covers to a corner and hid herself under the big blanket, the wetness of her hair leaving damp spots on the pillows.
Daryl's lips' curls were slowly going upward in a steady pace. Y/n wasn't looking at his side as he snuggled on the bed next to her. It wasn't necessarily a big bed and considering Daryl's brawny masculine built he had to come closer to her.
Neither of them said a word. Y/n turned to her side, her back facing Daryl. She moved her body closer to his, her hips being curved on his lap while he rested his large hand on her waist. They stayed like that for a while, all of which they were hearing was laughter coming from downstairs from Michonne and Rick. They were lulling in quietude, listening to eachother's breaths.
Daryl could feel y/n's body movements when she would breath calmly, so could y/n. There were to many unsettled things between them yet it wasn't an obstacle for that moment. Y/n fixated her eyes to a chipped paint on the wall under the window while Daryl's eyes were locked on her damp hair. Some strands of her wet hair was falling on his bare arm, sending chills down his spine and giving him goosebumps.
"Yer hair 's still wet." He grunted under his breath. Y/n shook away the random thoughts from her mind and looked to the side, not turning to Daryl.
"It'll dry." She uttered. They were in such state that they were numb, almost high on ecstasy.
A loud chuckle from downstairs made them stop thinking about eachother for a second.
"Guess it wasn't a shitty night after all for some people." Y/n murmured and regretted right after. She squinted her eyes as she kept them shut, waiting for Daryl's response.
"I'd rather not talk 'bout it." He grunted under his breath.
"Right." Y/n huffed as she reached for the light switch to turn the dim, yellowish light.
They drifted off to sleep snuggling.
FOOTNOTE
i actually have zero idea if this is any good (i liked some parts so much ngl) but this sequel fanfic took a different turn than i anticipated ?? like idk i only wrote this bc @deansapplepie requested it so i hope you like it eheheheh.
and i was initially gonna add a scene where Michonne and rick check on y/n only to see Daryl and y/n all made up with eachother and snuggling on the bed and idk why but i just knooooww Michonne and Rick would ship so hard and snigger about it lmao but i was like "this ain't a damn novel" so yeah this is it.
also yall omg my winter break is over and i couldn't sleep and this had been on my drafts forever so i had to pull my shit together and write it. im literally going to school in 2 HOURS (it's almost 6 am😜) so yeah!! i have some ideas to write but since school started idk but my requests are always openn!! love yall
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After the whole Garma-mom thing I noticed a lot more people are having an issue with them and would like to note that they were stalking my profile, even posting things that I posted while they had me blocked which leaves me to believe they were unblocking to stalk, then blocking again, only taking away my version of the post so when they reblogged I wouldn’t get a notification. Anyways, they have an alt account, the name is cosmic-mango if anyone wants to block that account too in case they’re going to try stalking from that account. Do what works for you just giving the heads up.
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for the ask game, do you have any favourite authors/authors who’s work you really like on tumblr?
Yes I do! Basically everyone I follow lmao. They're all amazing writers and I can't wait to see what their amazing minds come up with. But just to name a few of them off the top of my head: @celtic-crossbow @snailss @norman-fucking-reedus @starshipsofstarlord @maggie-atwood @dix0nvix3n @scudslut @ghostboneswrites2 @deansapplepie @fluffy-dixon
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Period .
Summary: The one time you were glad you had your period, and the one time you weren’t.
Warnings: young Daryl (just in the first part), mentions of pregnancy, period, blood, sexual themes, mentions of creampie, mentions of impregnating, little angsty in the end. Minors do not Interact, 18+.
A/N: it was supposed to be a small drabble, but it turned out longer than I imagined. 🤭 Period is something important in the story, but the main focus is really about pregnancy.
Also, there’s no smut just little thoughts of Daryl.
The Quarry, Atlanta
You were fucked you knew you were, but so was Daryl and that was the problem. You had been dating for only a few months before the outbreak and even though your relationship was new, you knew his temper pretty well being neighbors for many years.
Your period was late, it already was when the world ended, but just a few days, so you didn’t worry about it. Now, it had been almost a month and you were worried as fuck. You tried to fake normalcy, pretend there wasn’t anything wrong. But your constant lip biting and unquiet legs denounced to the hunter how nervous you were. “Spill it.” He said.
“What?” He took you by surprise, you were so into in your mind that you didn’t even know he had been observing for the last half hour.
“There’s somethin’ worrying ya. Just say it.” He didn’t take his eyes from you as he waited for you ti say something.
“My period. It’s late. I’m worried.” You threw averting his eyes.
In his mind a million of thoughts were running, but mainly 1. why did you have to feel so amazing wrapped around him that sometimes he couldn’t just control himself and just finish inside of you? 2. why did he still used no condoms? 3. he couldn’t be a father, he didn’t have this ability.
“Just that?” He asked nonchalantly pretending it didn’t affect him. “Want me to go to town and pick a pregnancy test?”
You looked at him amused. How could he be so calm when you were panicking? Part of you were glad he wasn’t fuming in rage like you imagined he would be, but the other part was frustrated with him acting like it was nothing. “Seriously?” You gave him an incredulous look. “Don’t need to. Let’s wait a little more.” You got up and left to the lake, frustrated, fuming and just needing to calm yourself down.
Days passed and nothing happened. Until the day Daryl woke up tired of not knowing if he would have to raise a child in this fucked up world or not. When you woke up he was already brewing something on the fire, Merle with him. “I’m going to town. Want something?” He asked.
“What are you going to do in town?” You didn’t understand, you had everything. Food and hygiene supplies, what else could you need?
“I’m gonna get the thing. We already waited too much.” He seemed nervous, finally one small demonstration of feelings.
“Are ya two gonna talk in codes now?” Merle complained feeling left out.
You ignored him and replied Daryl. “Ok. Just let me go the bathroom, gonna think if we need anything else.” You left in the direction of the RV, not everyone used it, but most of you. Especially the women and the kids, Daryl and Merle preferred to go into the woods as to not get the dirty looks everyone gave them, but you were different, you were polite and would smile sometimes. Also, you got along well with Dale and the women in the camp.
You distributed ‘good mornings’ along the way and when you got to the RV you encountered Dale, Ami and Andrea having breakfast. You greeted them and excused yourself to the bathroom, and there it was… your answer. No test needed. A pool of blood on your panties. You felt wet earlier, but the last weeks you felt it many times and it was always nothing, so you didn’t mind. You were relieved. The world was pure chaos and you couldn’t imagine raising a child in it. Yet, there was an uneasy feeling inside of you.
You went back to your tent and the small fire the brothers had done. “You don’t need to go.” It was as the only thing you said.
“Ugh?” He grunted confused.
“I’m on my period.” You said, and fuck if Merle was listening.
“Were ya talking in codes because ya thought you were pregnant?” Merle almost yelled. “And you were hiding it from me? The uncle?”
“Shut up Merle, nobody needs to know, and stop complaining about an inexistent baby.” You answered mood swinging immediately. There it was, you had seen the signals, you just didn’t want to read them.
Daryl stayed silent while you went inside the tent to take clean panties, pads or tampons to change. When you came out Daryl was the same way he was before, millions of thoughts inside his head.
“Are you going to say something or are you going to pretend there wasn’t anything going on just like when I told you my worries?” You snapped, the last days you had thought over and over again about his non reaction the day you told him, and that’s not that you wanted him to have fought or screamed at you, you didn’t, but you wanted him to share his worries with you and to be able to share yours with him.
“What do ya want me to say?” He asked, dryly. “Thank God? ‘Cause I don’t believe in one. Or do you want me to say I feel really sorry ‘cause we’re not putting a child in this fucked up world?” He had snapped. You were angry at him, but at least it was a reaction of some sort.
“You’re an asshole.” You threw at him and left, he thought about retorting you with a sassy answer, but he bit his tongue.
“Ya messed bad, lil bro… ya know nothing about women. How was ya able to catch a girl like her?” Merle couldn’t contain his mouth and spoke.
“Shut up, Merle! Mind your own business!” He replied, taking his things and living grumpily.
Later that day he returned with chocolate and painkillers, which he left on your side of the sleeping bed without saying anything.
Alexandria, Virginia
You were out in the woods, close to Alexandria. You had been hunting with Daryl, your husband. Yes, your husband. So many things have changed along the years, that some times you couldn’t believe how things were different. But one thing hadn’t change, you were still reckless about sex, not that you had options to prevent a pregnancy in the end of the world.
And that was the reason you were distracted while you hunted, also the reason you were not being silent like he taught you to be and were cracking every and all stick on the way. “Wha’s the problem, sweetheart?” He stopped and turned to you.
Distracted, you continued to walk and bumped into him. “Sorry.” You looked up at him and saw concern in his eyes.
“What’s troubling ya?” He asked his hands resting on your shoulders. “And don’t try to lie, I know ya.”
You sighed. “I’m late.” You’ve been late many times during the time you and Daryl have been together, but most of the times your worries would be taken away as soon as they started to build. But that time at the quarry and now, it had been a long time.
Now he already knew what you meant, and it didn’t worry him this much anymore. To be honest, he even thought about impregnating you during the last years. It all started when his Lil Ass Kicker was born, and then how he saw you taking care of her and interacting with kids. So… he considered having kids with you many times.
“Just that?” He threw the same question back at that day in the quarry. Anger started bubbling in you and then he just stroke you with his words. “Ya shouldn’t worry. If it happens, we’ll take responsibility and do our best. It’s our baby we’re talking about.”
“Daryl… aren’t you mad? Or worried?” You looked at him disarmed now that you realized he wasn’t going to be a dick.
“If ya’re expecting, I helped making this baby and I dun think it would be so terrible the idea of having a baby made of us.” Yeah, you had all changed a lot. You didn’t know one day you could desire him even more, but just the thought of him thinking it wouldn’t be bad to have babies with you… made you want to jump on him.
“Should we grab a pregnancy test with Denise or something?” You suggested grabbing one of his hands.
“Let’s wait a little more and I take them.” He started to walk and intertwined your fingers. “Now, let’s hunt dinner.”
Daryl had finally gone on a run to find some pregnancy tests, Denise unfortunately had none. When he arrived he hoped to see you in the kitchen with Carol, but his friend was alone. She saw his confused face and she knew he was looking for you. “She’s at the bedroom. She arrived and a little while after… she didn’t look well. I think you should see her.” Carol advised him. She knew there was something upsetting you and she was almost sure of what it was, but you had said nothing to her, so she decided it was better to not push.
“Thanks, ‘m gonna check on her.” He said before he left to your shared bedroom.
After he descended the stairs to your room in the basement, he found you on bed laying on your side. He kicked his shoes off before joining you in bed. “Hey babe”
“Hey” you replied and didn’t turn to look at him.
He laid on his side, spooning you and sneaking his arm around you. He rested his hand on your lower stomach, an habit he had developed recently. He’d do it when you got your period and felt cramps, but in the last days he had done it for another reason. “Can you take your hand from there?” You asked.
“Why? Don’t ya wanna me to touch ya?” He wanted to understand what was troubling your mind.
“There’s nothing there. Just my uterus. My stupid bleeding uterus.” Here it was. He wouldn’t deny he was a little upset, he had some hope on you being pregnant. He was even excited.
“Ok. Look at me.” He turned you so you’d be facing him. You had teary eyes and a small pout on your lips. “You wanted this baby, didn’t ya?”
“Is it this obvious?” Yes, it was. It was visible on your face.
“I wanted it too.” He confessed, his fingers running on your hair.
“I’ve been wanting for a long time already… since Jude was born and I saw her in your arms. When I have Jude in my arms or little Hershel, I wish I had a baby.” While you spoke, your eyes welled with tears and they started falling.
He gently wiped your tears, he could understand your feelings in his own way, because he felt them too. “Me too. When I see you with the kids, I wish we had one.” ‘And to put a baby inside of you’, completed in his mind. “Do ya want me to give you a baby?”
Your eyes sparkled at his words, and it wasn’t just because of the tears threatening to fall again. “Would you?” You looked in his eyes and he felt like you could see his soul. But, yes… you could. You could always see him, even when he couldn’t.
“As many as ya want.” He said and the tears you were holding just bursted from your eyes. “Stop crying, I didn’t say it so you’d cry. If you continue to cry, I’m not giving ya babies…”
“Don’t you dare Daryl Dixon! I’m crying because I’m happy, ok?” You cupped his face with your hands, making a pout appear on his face.
“Ok.” He spoke the best he could with your hands cupping his face and restraining his lips from moving. You kissed his lips and released his face.
He brought you closer and hugged you, your face hiding on his chest. He was happy. You weren’t feeling like shit anymore, you were feeling like the luckiest woman in the damn end of the world.
You were trying for babies as soon as possible. That was what he thought, a smile on his face while he held you in his arms.
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Whumpuary Day 9-10
Prompt: “Stay. Please.”
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Wife!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of injuries
A/N: This one is just a drabble. I was not in a great mood when I wrote it and it probably reflects that. I’m sorry for the subpar work. I hope you still love me.😭
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“Daryl, she needs you.” Carol implored, blocking the infirmary exit. The archer tried to side-step but the woman just knew him too well and moved with him.
“Damnit, move!” Daryl all but roared at his best friend. He knew she meant well, he did. But he had to stop them. He couldn’t let them hurt anyone else. He’d failed enough by allowing them to get to you. It was eating him alive. He didn’t know how else to deal with the guilt. It was fueling his rage like gasoline on a fire.
“You’re not thinking straight!”
“M’thinkin’ jus’ fine! Move, Carol!”
“You can’t go out there like this!”
“I can’ believe this! Ya saw wha’ they did ta ‘er!”
“And that’s why you need to stay!”
“Nah, tha’s why I gotta—”
“Daryl.” Your voice was low, strained. It was weak. But he heard it. Of course he heard it. The archer didn’t give Carol a second glance when he crossed the space to you in two long strides. The silver-haired woman walked behind him with her arms crossed, eyes rolled. She knew all it would take was your specific persuasion to calm Daryl down. She was only hoping to hold him off long enough for you to awaken.
“Hey, m’right here.” He sat down on the edge of your bed in the infirmary, his hip pressed against yours. You looked so small, fragile in the large bed. Pale and bruised with stitched lacerations and butterfly sutures. “Yer gon’ be okay, ya hear me?”
Your smile was tired and small but it was genuine. “I know I am.” You opened your hand and he took it immediately, pressing his lips to your busted knuckles. “I know I am because you’ll be here to protect me, won’t you?” You blinked slowly and watched his expression fall.
“Ya know I gotta—”
“You don’t gotta do anything.” He looked like he might start to argue so you began to sit up, wincing with an arm around your middle to brace your broken ribs. Daryl was all don’ do that and stay still but you showed him what it felt like for your pleas to be ignored. Finally upright, you panted while Carol rushed to lift the head of the bed for you. You could breathe easier sitting up. You could also look your husband in the eye properly. “All you need to do is be here with me until a plan can be made.”
Carol smirked, seeing the very moment Daryl’s resolve began to crumble. When he glanced at her, most likely for backup he knew he’d never get, she was quick to turn her head, her smile hidden behind her hand.
He sighed, deeply but not yet resigned. “I can’ jus’—”
“Stay.” You whispered, bringing the hand that was still holding yours to your cheek. “Stay. Please.”
And that was that.
Carol closed the door behind her just as Daryl situated himself on the bed with you so you could settle against his chest. When it came to Daryl Dixon, there was nothing anyone could say or do once he had set his mind on something. Except she now had a secret weapon.
You.
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Bodyguarded // part 4 (Reader!Grimes x Daryl Dixon)
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Summary: When a sudden change in Shane's behaviour appears it leaves you both startled and vulnerable. Meanwhile your brother takes on his brotherly duty of checking out Daryl. Will Shane's new attitute be more dangerous then his explosive one? [ read part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 5 ]
You were searching the back of the truck for something specific in one of the many bags stashed there. You had to bend a bit over the railing to reach more to the middle. Slightly getting bugged that you just couldn’t reach that bag. You heard some footsteps approach, yet kept focused on your doings. – “Daryl can you…” – you started as the person behind you neared. Your words cut off by a loud gasp, eyes widening as two firm hands set on your hips. Their body pressing hard against your back. This didn’t feel like Daryl.
His grip was too brutal for it. – “Where is your bodyguard?” – you heard Shane say close to your ear. A shiver of fright went through your body, making you instinctively elbow him back and spin around to be less vulnerable. Shane stumbled back with his hands up and a ridiculous smirk on his face. – “What the f*ck do you want!” – you called out to him, feeling disgusted that he had touched you.
Shane lowered his hands with a cocky expression. – “So defensive.” – he replied with a dirty chuckle. You kept a tentative eye on his behaviour, with him you could never be certain. He noticed you were anxiously looking past him, almost if you were hoping someone would notice him around you and come.
“Looking for Rick?” – Shane asked, moving his head a bit so he’d block your view. – “Or that dirtbag of yours?” – he added following your motion as he wanted to keep himself in the centre of you. – “Can’t defend yourself? You are pathetic Y/n.” – he scoffed making you harden your gaze to a glare at him. – “And you’re a dick.” – you responded. To your surprise he laughed. You were anything but trying to be funny. Shane touched his nose, looking briefly away before taking a step closer to you.
He set his hand down on the truck, entrapping one side of yours. He tilted his head a bit to get a better look at you. You felt intimated and watched. Wanting his prying eyes to stop, you pushed him away. – “You lied to me!” – you called out wanting to change whatever he was doing. You wanted to divert his prying eyes from you.
Anything to get those hungry eyes off you. – “About?” – Shane asked in return, finding his balance again. – “Rick!” – you shouted at him. Shane tensed his jaw. – “You told me he was dead!” – you reminded him. – “He was as good as dead.” – Shane responded loud.
“Going after him was hopeless.” – he finished. – “You left him for dead…” – you accused. Shane came closer again standing nose to nose with you. Puffing his chest up to appear taller. – “I did what I had to do in that situation.” – he made clear. – “Rick was as good as dead.” – he stated staring hard at you. – “I saved you.” – he said making you harden your expression. – “No, you left me for dead.” – you answered coldly. Shane slammed his hand against he back of the truck, startling you. – “That was on you!” – he called out.
“If you only…” – he slightly lowered his voice not finishing his sentence. – “If what?” – you shouted at him angry. Shane inhaled sharp through his nose, grabbing you firm by your arms. Your back got pushed hard against the back of the truck. With a bit of fright in your eyes, you stared back in his eyes. Shane staring right back at you, before he breathed out a laugh.
Lowering his head with a shake as he kept chuckling. His act a complete mystery to you. He inhaled sharp through his teeth, looking back up to you. This time he was smiling as he booped your nose. – “Y/n Grimes.” – he said with a chuckle. Clearly amusing himself, but completely confusing to you. He took in a deep breath, looking up to the sky.
Brows furrowed, you couldn’t help but stare confused at him. Shane’s gaze was on you again till they lowered. Stopping somewhere at the same height of your lips. It made your expression untense with surprise. Shane smiled. Moving your shoulders, you wanted to brush his hands off you. Shane let go of you taking a step back. He turned around taking his leave, yet while walking off he just had to look one more time back at you.
Once he was out of sight, you exhaled loud. Grasping for your chest, feeling your heart pound like a maniac. This behaviour might have been scarier then when he pressed a gun against your head. You forgot about your search and just ran off. Not wanting to be out of that situation. You jogged back to camp just to be more in the public eye.
Carol stopped you, seeing you were out of breath. – “Hey are you alright Y/n?” – she asked touching your shoulder. Unable to form any words you kept trying to catch your breath. – “Fine…” – you told her. – “You sure?” – She asked further. Taking in a deep breath, you hummed with your hands on your hip.
“All fine.” – you reassured her with a soft smile. – “Okay Y/n.” – she replied not pushing any further. You walked over to the campfire, picking up a bottle of water from the cooler (that didn’t work anyway) from beside Glenn. Taking the top off, you started to drink. First a voice came followed by a touch. – “Did you find the toolbox?” – It was Daryl’s voice as he had placed a hand on your hip.
His little touch made your body reflex into wanting to get them off. You jumped forwards, spinning around immediately, some water splashing out of the bottle. Daryl moved his hands up as a reflex. – “Sorry.” – he said looking a bit hurt at you. You exhaled deep once your brain was sure it was Daryl. – “No I’m sorry.” – you told him, approaching him.
“I’m… just a bit… jumpy.” – you went on, closing your water bottle. You laid your arm on his shoulder tilting his chin up with your finger, wanting him to look you in the eye instead of looking away. – “I’m sorry.” – you let him know with clear intentions. To prove to him you were truly sorry, you gave him a kiss. – “You okay?” – Daryl asked as your gaze drifted over your shoulder. Across, your eyes met up with Shane.
He had stopped and was staring. Something about the tightness in his expression making you nervous. Almost as if he was making up scenario’s in his mind. Daryl noticed your absence as he looked beyond you, seeing Shane as well. His first reaction was to look disgusted back at him. Almost murderous as his hand gently pushed you closer to him. – “I’m okay.”- you spoke breaking the contact with Shane.
You started walking taking Daryl’s hand as you pulled him with you. Daryl’s gaze never leaving Shane’s with a threatening look. – “I didn’t find the toolbox.” – you told Daryl while walking off. Daryl gave you his full attention once more, falling in step with you. Daryl and you walked up to the truck. Daryl reached in the trunk, taking out the toolbox. – “Daryl…” – you started, hearing him hum loud as a response.
“Can… can I sleep with you in the camper tonight?” – you asked feeling a bit shy. Daryl turned his posture to you. – “Sure, why?” - he asked curious. – “It’s just… I… I don’t feel like being alone tonight…” – you answered as Daryl threw his arm over your shoulder. – “I got ya Y/n.” – he responded leaving a caring kiss against the temple.
Daryl handed the toolbox to Rick. – “Thanks.” – he said, slapping Daryl against his shoulder. Rick set the toolbox down, kneeling beside it. – “So uhm you and my sister..” – Rick started taking out a wrench. – “Rick!” – you called out embarrassed. Your brother chuckled. – “I was just curious Y/n.” – Rick answered moving his hands up with a smile. – “Uh-hu.” – you hummed out funnily. – “You just want to hear him out.” – you replied.
“I mean if you want me too.” – Rick responded with a chuckle. – “No, I don’t.” – you said giving him a nudge so he almost lost his balance. Rick laughed. – “I just want to get to know the man my sister finds interesting.” – he said embarrassing you. – “Oh shut up.” – you nudged him again to make him stop embarrassing you. – “You know my sister used to be really shy.” – Rick told Daryl.
“Really?” – Daryl looked with surprise at you. Rick hummed loud. – “Used to be afraid to talk to boys.” – he outed. – “I was eleven!” – you called out to justify it. Daryl seemed to find it adorable. – “I mean she hid behind the curtains when Shane came by for the first time.” – Rick continued to tell with a chuckle. – “Shane would make it a game to get you from behind the curtains.”
“You two were stupid teenagers.” – you responded to your brother, remembering it. You remembered very well how Shane would run up to the curtains, tickling you through the thick curtains, just to get you to move from behind them. Teasing you with silly words and pulls on the curtain as you kept pulling it back in front of you, not wanting to engage with a teenage boy. Daryl’s smile had faded, showing a bit of jealousy in his expression.
“Anyways.” – you said loud not wanting to hear more of it. – “I grew out of it.” – you told Rick laying an arm over Daryl. – “You did.” – Rick replied with a warm smile. You nudged Daryl to leave your brother to do his tasks. Glancing to your side, you noticed Daryl actually wanted to ask you something. – “Don’t.” – you let him know.
Daryl simply nodded. He came standing before you, making you stop. – “I’ll have to finish some tasks, see you tonight in the camper?” – he wanted to ask to be certain. You hummed with a nod. Daryl kissed your forehead before taking his leave. Exhaling soft, you turned around to head over to Carol for laundry duty.
Night was falling as you felt exhausted. Muscles sore from handwashing all those clothing. You had just said goodnight to Carl, telling him you’d do a sleepover with him tomorrow. He wanted to have a sleepover with you in the car, but you had already promised Daryl you’d come. Carl seemed satisfied enough with your answer running over to the tent he shared with Rick and Lori. You opened the door to the camper, getting in.
Daryl already laid on the bed or rather self-made sleeping area. With one hand behind his back, he lowered himself. Tapping the empty space beside him whilst laying his head down. You chuckled going over to him. You laid yourself beside him as Daryl moved his arm around you. He snuggled closer to you, settling himself in a good comfortable position. His chin resting against the top of your head. – “My offer still stands.” – he muttered out with closed eyes.
It took you a second to remember which offer till you got it. The running away offer. – “I know…” – you replied moving your head on his chest. Somehow you couldn’t get Shane out of your head, as some things became clearer. Perhaps there has been hints of his behaviour towards you in the past. When you were younger, he always seemed to take an eager interest in you. Why?
“Daryl?” – you said soft expecting an answer, but your answer got replied by soft snoring. Lifting your head up, you wanted to see for sure. He had fallen asleep. Taking a deep breath, you lowered your head on his chest once more. Pulling your knees up to snuggle closer to him. Trying to banish the demons from your head.
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