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deansapplepie · 4 months

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Can’t promise ya that Sweetheart

Daryl x f!Reader | Established relationship | pos savior war | Dad Daryl | little fluff

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating (not Daryl, of course), memory loss, Negan, a little bit of violence, mentions of death, killing threat, a little part of blood, pregnancy, mentions of birth, mentions of torturing, mentions of cancer. (If I forgot anything tell me) Minors do not interact, 18+.

A/N: This is a small story based on this dream that I had in the end of the last year. Finally decided to write something about it.

It didn’t go exactly what I had planned because of the dream, but here it is. Also, I wanted it to be a small drabble, but I turned it into a big one-shot.

Another thing is… Daryl and Reader have a 6 year old son, but in no moment I wrote his name in the history. I received a critique about reader’s son in The Spitting Image, so I’m still deciding if I’ll continue with DJ in my Dad Daryl fics, or if it will be only for The Spitting Image and I’m coming up with another name in my other fics. Just to make it clear, I have no intention in changing DJ’s name in The Spitting Image.

When the Greenes found you, the world had already ended. In one of Otis’ hunting leaves he encountered you, all bloody, your hair a mess of dried blood and dirty. At first he thought you were dead, but then you let a small cry and he checked your vital signs confirming you were indeed alive. That day he didn’t go back to the farm with good meat, he took you in his arms and arrived at the house urging for help.

The moment you woke up, your mind was blank. There was nothing there. No memories. At least, you still had the ability of speaking, reading and writing, besides that, not a thing. You didn’t even remember your own name. You didn’t remember the world before dead people started walking. Some people said you were lucky, because you couldn’t miss something you didn’t remember, but most of the times it was frustrating not knowing about who you were.

Without a name or a history, the Greenes soon adopted you, giving you the name Y/N, because they said it suited you and their last name. You liked how Y/N Greene sounded, and you liked the people that took you in and soon made you love them and be part of the family. Everyday was a new day to discover what you liked or disliked, to learn something new and learn who you were.

The group from Atlanta came, and with them also came a lot of trouble and a certain mysterious hunter that refused to leave your thoughts. He didn’t even looked at you, why were you dreaming about him? Little did you know you never left his thoughts too, and that was incredibly annoying. The farm burned down and all of you lost your safe place. You took the road, then you arrived at the prison and with the months passing you grew closer and closer to Daryl Dixon, but you were only friends. Until… after the people from Woodbury joined you and an event brought you two together.

And that was how you ended up like this, married to him, a 6 year old son and one more baby on the way. Now you lived in Alexandria a community that gave you a home again, a small sense of normalcy and where your strange family only grew. You had all been through a lot already… the prison fell, you were almost eaten by cannibals and you had survived a war against a group called The Saviors, which leader Negan killed many of your friends and broke and destroyed your husband. The first time you listened to the name of the worst person you heard of it made you feel something strange, just like if your guts were being pulled by an invisible hand, but you couldn’t tell why. Maybe it was just because he was a sick son of a bitch.

He killed Glenn which was like your brother in law as you and Maggie had become instantly sisters. He killed Abraham the gigantic ginger of a big heart and a mouth dirtier than a sailor’s. And his worst crime, in your heart, was what he made Daryl go through. He tortured, humiliated and broke piece by piece of the man you loved, and that you couldn’t forgive. You never got to see him. That sounds strange, but every time he showed up you wasn’t in Alexandria, the missions everybody went you couldn’t go because of your enormous belly that had the biggest baby you had ever saw, damn Daryl and his genes, that baby was hard to push - but yet here you were carrying another one. In the final battle you had your baby Dixon in your arms, so you never got to see the man. Even after Rick almost killed him, but in the last seconds asked Siddiq to save him.

You never had to see the man you despised and hated so much, until now that you were walking on Alexandria streets going to get his food and deliver it to him. You managed to keep the distance from him the past 6 years and nobody ever asked you to do a thing for him. Maybe because he brought back the memories of what he did to Daryl, or maybe because you agreed and supported Maggie about killing him. But now, you were making a favor to Gabriel, Michonne wasn’t in town and Rosita needed him. So why not? It couldn’t be so difficult, you repeated the steps on your head: handcuff him, open the cell, put the tray on the floor, close the cell and release him. After that you just needed to leave and never look at him again, at least you hoped so.

When you entered the dark room only illuminated by the daily light that came from the small window, it sent chills through all your body and you felt your “little pear” get agitated in your belly. ‘Lil pear’ was the nickname Daryl gave the baby you had in your belly, because he was pretty sure that it was a girl this time. You didn’t have an opinion about it, but you knew he would be happy if it was a sweet little girl like his ‘lil ass kicker’. You put the tray on a chair and before catching the handcuff on your pocket, you caressed your already big belly to assure your baby that nothing bad would happen.

“Never thought you’d ever come to visit me.” You heard his voice and once again it was like someone was pulling your guts.

“Believe me, I tried to come for a deadly visit, but I wasn’t allowed to.” You replied, handcuffs already in your hands. “Hands outside the bars.”

“I know you hate me, but you wouldn’t dare to kill me.” He put both hands outside the cage so you could handcuff him.

“Don’t tempt me Negan, or I may take the offer.” You handcuffed him and now took the key to open the cell.

“You really enjoyed fucking Dixon, didn’t you?” People were right he knew so damn well how to make anyone lose their temper. “A precious sweet little boy the one you have.” You had opened the door.

“Never!” You kicked the side of his leg on the height of the knee, earning a grunt in pain from him. “Never talk about my child again! Don’t even look at him!”

“This isn’t how I raised you sweetie… but I’m glad you can take care of yourself in this world.” You went outside the cage to take the tray of food. “But this isn’t the way you should treat your father.”

You gave him an annoyed look. “My father is Hershel Greene, and he’s dead. So, no way a scumbag like you is my father.” Fuck, remembering Hershel made tears surface in your eyes. Damn, fucking hormones.

You lowered the maximum you could to put the tray on the floor and made a mental note to tell Gabriel you’d never help him in such activities again till the end of your pregnancy. He didn’t know how fucked up it was to squat in that situation.

“Your name isn’t Y/N. Your maiden name was Smith. You have a mole in your back, close to your shoulder. You got a scar on your left knee after you fell from your bike, you were 8…” he said and that stroke you in a way you couldn’t explain. Yes, you had a mole. Yes, you had this scar that you didn’t know how you got since you had no memories from your past. You left his cell and closed the door. “Guess, you aren’t Daddy’s pretty princess anymore…”

At that moment the unthinkable happened, a storm of memories hit you running through your mind and you had to hold yourself on the bars, or you could swear you’d fall. Your childhood. Your teens. Memories of an old life you didn’t had anymore, and the day you caught your dad cheating on your stepmom, the reason why you left them not looking back, because you couldn’t bring yourself to tell her and break her heart, but you also couldn’t look at your father’s face and don’t feel anger. A wave of anger that contained all the last years and now also your memories from the past hit you, and when you realized it, you were with your hands on his collar yanking him towards the bars, his face impossibly close to it.

“What did you do to Lucille?” You yelled at him, from all the things you could have asked or yelled at him, he wasn’t expecting this. “What happened to her?! You gave her name to a fucking bat!”

“I didn’t kill her, if that’s what you’re thinking. Jesus… I couldn’t even kill her turned self.” He confessed. “She had cancer. She discovered it a little after you left… she was still in treatment when the outbreak happened.” And then he told you the short story of what happened and you blamed yourself for not being there for her, she was like a mom to you and you ran away just because you couldn’t tell her your dad was a cheater, but now he was worse, he was a psycho.

You released his hands from the handcuff and stored it on your pocket again. “I’m asking Gabriel to take the tray.” You said, you didn’t even need to tell him anything, but you didn’t know why you said.

“Can you bring the boy to meet me?” He had the audacity to ask. You snorted.

“If it depends on me, he’ll never meet you. You killed my friends, my brother… you tortured my husband, and that sweet little boy had a complicated birth because of what you inflicted in all of us, and do you think you have any right of meeting him?” He could see the tears in your eyes threatening to fall, and his heart clenched just like when you were little and would cry because you were hurt. But you’d not let it happen in front of him. You’d not cry. “If you had remained you, if you hadn’t caused so much pain, this would be a completely different reencounter.”

Once you finished talking you left the small little prison and when you turned to go up the stairs, you saw Daryl up the stairs, the look in his eyes indicating worry. He was probably looking for you, and someone probably said where you were. He saw in your eyes that you were in the verge of crying, you went up the stairs and once in front of him, you urged him to leave the place, you didn’t want him to see you crying.

You entered home, hand in hand and he took you to the sofa, sitting there with you. He put one arm on your shoulders and brought you to rest your head against his chest. “What did he tell you?” He asked and you were sure he was already thinking of a way of destroying the prisoner.

“I… I remember everything, Daryl.” You said, and the tears that you had been holding just fell down. “Negan’s my father.”

He didn’t look surprised, because he wasn’t. He knew it. For years already. Being married with the archer for so many years, made you a little observant like him and in that moment you knew there was something wrong.

“You’re not surprised.” You said, it was an affirmation, not a question. “Did you know?”

He took a deep breath, his hand on your head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how was your past with him. I was afraid it was so messed up that you would break if you got your memories back.”

“Did you never doubt my loyalty after you discovered it?” That was a difficult question, that you were not sure if you were prepared to listen to his answer. You weren’t mad at him, you kneel him and you knew he had no bad intentions on hiding it from you and to be honest, deep down you wished Gabriel had never sent you there.

“Wouldn’t have put another baby in ya if I did.” He didn’t want to be coarse, that was just the way he was and when he said that you knew he’d never doubt you. “I’ve been with ya for years, wouldn’t ever doubt you.”

“How did you discover it?” You wrapped your arms around his torso.

Some days after Negan was taken to his cell in Alexandria, he saw something through the small window that he didn’t expected. You. His daughter that had given her back to him many years ago. When the world ended, Lucille had told him to go and look for you, but he couldn’t do that, he needed to take care of her. Months passed and you never showed up at home, he thought you would try to get home if the apocalypse happened, so he just assumed you were dead. He saw you with Daryl and a cute baby in your arms, and that’s how he discovered you were the pregnant wife he had and everyone talked about, but he never got to meet. Also, you were going by a different name. He’d never think it was you. He was a monster, but he was a father, and he was so glad you were alive and well… but he also knew you probably hated him more than anything. Next time Rick visited him, he talked to him and asked to see you. Of course the ex-sheriff didn’t tell you, he told Daryl and that day the hunter had a ‘nice’ conversation with the ex Savior.

“Ya’re not telling her anything, ya aren’t even going ta look at’er or ma son.” He didn’t want to be controlling, abusive or anything of it, but he knew you were better not knowing it. It would destroy you if you knew you were related to a monster. “If ya try anything, a single little thing, I’m gonna kill ya and feed you to the walkers.”

He listened to Daryl, for long 6 years, but he didn’t have many options since he was in his cell all the time and you never came close to it. Everything organized for you to not do so, Rick, Michonne and Carol knew, all of the three knew and would make everything so you didn’t need to have contact with Negan, that’s until the day you decided to do a favor for Gabriel.

“He wasn’t a bad father.” You said when your husband finished telling you what happened. “To be honest, I have mostly good memories of him. A year before the outbreak, or so, I caught him cheating on my stepmom. I ran away, because I didn’t have the courage to tell her and I was so angry at him. I was dramatic and childish.”

“Nah, you weren’t. That was how ya felt, and it’s ok.” He kissed the top of your head and squeezed you in his arms.

“Do you think it would have made any difference if I had stayed?”

“I dunno. There’s no way to know. But one thing I know, we wouldn’t have met, and we wouldn’t have our precious lil boy or our lil pear on the way.” He caressed your belly while talking and he was right… things happened how they were supposed to happen and there was no way you could know if anything would have been different.

Soon the door opened and your little ray of sunshine came running directly to the living room and hugging you and his ‘little sis’, like he was now calling the baby. You thought it was because Daryl would say all the time it was a girl, but he would always say it wasn’t. ‘Kids know these things, they can feel’, he would say.

“Momma, how was your day? Did my lil sis kick a lit today?” He asked with his little face leaning on your stomack and his big blue eyes shining.

“My day was wonderful baby. Little pear kicked just a little today.” You said, your hand on top of your head. “How was school? Who brought you?”

“It was good. Jude brought me.” He said and then he looked at Daryl. “Daddy, you forgot me.”

“I’m sorry little man.” He sat his son on his lap. “Momma needed ma help.”

When he heard you had been sent to take food to Negan, he forgot about everything and ran to get to you. He was so afraid of what could happen that he forgot to take the kids. It was safe, it was inside Alexandria, but either way he needed to be there, to teach your son could only trust you, he shouldn’t go with anybody to anywhere, unless it was people you really trusted.

“Why don’t you go up, put away your things and wait momma to take your bath?” Daryl told the little boy and he went immediately upstairs.

Daryl got up and headed to the hall, you followed him and saw he was ready to leave.

“Where are you going?” You asked, clueless, you had just arrived home and your kid was back.

“Gonna have a talk with Negan.” He said. He was so good at comforting you that you didn’t notice he was boiling in anger. He had told him to not say a thing and he just opened his big mouth!

“Babe, he’s an asshole. We already know it, just let him be. I guess I made everything clear to him.” You tried to soothe him, both your hands enveloping his face.

“I gave him a warning, and still he made ya cry.” He delicately took your hands from his face and walked to the door.

“Daryl, please… don’t kill him.” You had confused feelings, you hated Negan for so many reasons and now at the same time remembering he was your father…

“Can’t promise ya that, sweetheart.” He opened the door and left.

You didn’t know if you believed in God anymore, but in that moment you prayed to whatever force there were that Daryl could calm down and also that none of this mess harm your son and your unborn baby.

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zombiewhor3 · 1 year

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SOUTH PAW?

carl grimes x fem reader

WARNINGS: mentions of character death (Abraham & Glenn), mentions of gore, traumatic events, mentions of amputation, begging, mentions of pregnancy (Maggie's), Negan, unedited work.

A/N: sorry for the long break, i've been so busy with a lot of things but i have a few scrap drafts i might put together and post so i'll try my best to update my queue this week.

a long night of violence is how she could describe it, a long night of tears pouring down everyone's faces as they watched a cruel man bash in two of their friends heads without even such an ounce of mercy for their poor souls in his mind.

the night felt like the eternity but as the sun had risen and the night faded it was still like a fever dream, like this wasn't all real and she was going to have to wake up soon from this nightmare.

except this was all real, Abraham and Glenn's dead bodies with their heads smashed in that was real, all of the blood splattered on y/n's face from the slinging of Negan's bat that was real.

she watched as Rick was tossed back out onto the gravel, his hands reaching to stop himself as he followed the man's forceful orders to get on all fours while he kneeled down to him.

"i'm giving you a choice Rick and this is your grand prize, what you do next will decide whether it becomes just those twos bad day or the rest of these lovely men and women sitting in front of us"

he gestured with his hands for his men to point guns at the back of their heads and y/n could feel the barrel pressed against the back of her head making her swallow harshly.

her knees started to ache from the rocks that pressed against them, the blood of a father figure had dried on her face and she could almost feel like it had been sinking into the pores of her skin.

she felt gross to have the blood on her, she felt sick each time she even looked at the dead man who was next to her, she felt sick knowing his pregnant wife was a sobbing wreck just a few feet away.

and Carl had hated to see her cry with each strike from Negan's bat that pounded into Glenn's head like he wasn't a person but yet just a piece of meat Negan used as his beating ground.

she watched as Negan had approached Carl making her heart sink as he rested his bat against his shoulder and she watched as some of the blood smeared out onto his leather.

he held out a hand to Carl who cocked his head hesitantly as he tried to ignore the gesture but Negan smiled and cleared his throat before speaking up "take my hand kid" he spoke bitterly watching as the teen finally gave in and took the man's hand.

he was stood up and Negan had waved his arm out to the side to where the boy's father rested on the ground, blood on his face, eye bags and his eyes red as his eye were still looking like they had been watering again, like they were on the brim of tears.

he pointed at the spot empty next to his father as Carl took a few steps watching as Negan stood in front of him taking a quite consideration to the gauze over his missing eye.

"you a south paw?" he asked watching as Carl looked clearly confused by a phrase he never heard before and it made Negan re-phrase his question to him, "you a lefty?" he watched as Carl shook his head while Negan pulled out a belt and un-raveled it.

he tied a belt against the boy's arm, "that hurt?" Negan remarked watching as the boy in the hat snapped back a quick 'no' before looking down at the leather tightened on his arm.

"on the ground next to Daddy and don't forget to spread your wings boy" Negan spoke as he watched Carl lay flat on the ground, his head turning in the direction to where he could see y/n and his father.

he could see the terror on his girlfriends face, the fear stuck in her eyes as her palms were flat and sinking into the same gravel the soft flesh of his cheek had now been resting against.

he could hear the crunching of Negan's boots against the rocks, and it stopped once he could see him crouch next to him thanking Simon for the pen that was given to him,

he himself was scared of what he had planned for him, what Negan had planned to do to Carl especially in front of his father and his girlfriend who had more tears pouring down her face.

he marked Carl's arm and apologized in such an sarcastic way that Carl had never even heard a human being sound so derisive in that way, even in the apocalypse.

he could hear his father start to beg as his girlfriend looked down at the ground using the back of her hand to cover up her sniffles, to cover up the rapid breathing spilling out from her.

he could see the harsh way her body rattled as she tried to manage to stay quiet in the fear that someone else would die, in fear that maybe it'd be her or even Carl that'd be next.

the word please was pouring like a continuous river in his head, the word his father kept repeating over and over as he begged Negan to show his son some mercy, to show he himself some mercy.

"don't beg me because i ain't the one doing shit" Negan spoke roughly patting Rick against the back before he gave his next order at the quite obvious traumatized man who was on all fours before him.

"Rick pick up your ax," he paused licking his chapped lips clean before continuing what he wanted Rick to do, "and cut off your son's left arm, now i know you're gonna have to process that for a second and believe me that makes sense so i'll give you a minute"

a loud gasp of air had erupted from y/n's mouth as she closed her eyes at the feeling of the barrel pressing even harder against the back of her head making her lip shake and her eyes flood.

he stood up and rubbed his hands on the denim of his pants watching as Rick's expression turn into now an even stronger pleading one, like it was just the ocean color of his eyes and the quiver of his lip giving off all the true emotion even more than his words that were spilled in such a babble of emotion.

"i am still gonna need you to do it though or all these people are going to die, then Carl dies, then the people back at your home die, and i'm gonna keep you living for a few years just so you can think about the decision you make right now"

Negan looked around at the men and women all lined up, and yet one had the courage to speak up, y/n to be exact only had the courage to speak up because it was her boyfriends life on the line.

"you d-don't have to do t-this, We understand! please we u-understand!" she looked down at her boyfriend who almost had a few tears slipping of his own as he looked at her,

as he looked at the shaking and sobbing mess this man had turned her into, he watched the sorrow tearing through her like a walker who was hungry for flesh.

he seemed to like the fear that ran though all of them, he liked the idea of watching them all tremble while they payed the price of wiping out one of his out posts because something about the pity and the terror gave him power, it gave him control.

"I'm not so sure Rick does. So i'm gonna need a clean cut right there on that line i drew out for you! now believe me this is a screwed up thing to ask, trust me i know but it's gonna have to be clean nothing messy so our doctors can fold something over."

he watched Rick tremble as he kneeled and continued to spew out his words, "we have great doctors the kid'll be fine, probably. and Rick we're in a time frame so this needs to happen now or i will crush this fella's head in myself"

"please i can take his place" Rick begged over and over as his throat felt sore and his mouth dry while his eyes ached and his head started to pound at the idea of hurting his son.

"please Negan please" Rick begged again watching as the man ran over some stubble of his beard and shook his head with a 'no' to answer Rick's pleas for it to be him instead.

"this is the only way, not making this decision is a big decision. Do you want to see everyone in front of you die? because if you don't pick up that ax you will, and you will see everything"

Rick cleared his throat as his hands remained planted in the rocks still in a pity of confusion from the whole situation, and now Negan had started to count loudly and once he got to one Rick had his ax raised while Carl was yelling at him to go through with it.

Y/n sobbed into her hands as she could hear her boyfriend cry out for his own father to cut off his arm, and when she could hear the soft chuckle of Negan and the soft gasping of Rick and not even a subtle yell or scream from Carl but yet she still buried her face.

Negan had taken the ax away from Rick's raised arm and he reached up a hand to pull Carl up from the ground, "you answer to me, you provide for me, you belong to me" and Rick nodded his head and agreed to the fact that he had now belonged to Negan and his men.

"see that look is the look i wanted to see! and man we did it, even those dead guys with the smashed in brains get a participation award for sure" he sighed as he tossed his bat over his shoulder.

"i hope for everyone's sake you understand how things work around here, things change and right about now they've changed whatever you had going for you is over, now i'll be back in a week Rick so use the truck i'll leave to gather my shit or someone else dies."

"I can't look, I can't, Carl please"

she mumbled feeling as someone in front of her had tugged on her hands softly, but she still held them against her face in fear she would see other blood being shed that she didn't want to see.

"look at me y/n, look at me"

he spoke finally being able to pull her hands away from her face once she realized that it was Carl and he had both of his arms, he furrowed his brows softly watching as she quivered and couldn't keep her eyes away from the line that he had drawn out onto his arm.

once he and his men had left y/n tried to stand but she could only drop back on her knees as she looked over at the dead man on the ground next to her, she gasped as her knees felt weak.

and it was Carl who lifted her up, it was Carl's arms that wrapped around her while he gave her the comfort of burying her face into the soft fabric of his flannel to shield herself from the damage and the violence that had been done to her friend.

she sobbed so hard that she could feel it shake both of their bodies, Carl stroked over her hair and watched as she shook under his grasp, she shook so hard her body started to wobble.

she couldn't speak because every time she tried to get a word out it was just a rush of tears, a rush of gasps for air, a rush of mutters that weren't even comprehensible to him or her.

her vision seemed blurry and her head was pounding so hard and her heart beat so fast she felt like she was dying, she felt like the world had been slipping away from her finger tips.

the only word that had been able to be heard was a loud gasp of 'no' as she looked at the line still on his arm, the line where Negan wanted Rick to chop off his arm, the line that now told trembling stories.

she squeezed her hand on it so tight that even the belt hadn't cut off that much circulation to his arm, she clung to his shirt as she could hear the sound of someone's shoes crunching against the gravel.

she could hear Maggie's cries and Rick who whispered something to his son who held out onto the shaking y/n, Sasha and Rosita frozen in such a terror and disbelief, Eugene still crying softly, Aaron and Michonne who were sitting in such a pity of silence.

and the two bodies around them.

y/n had slipped to her knees and Carl had let her, he let her bury her face into the ground and he rubbed her back as he tried to stop her from hyper ventilating at the shock around her but it was no use because it felt a ton of bricks were pressing against her chest.

She could feel a second hand on her back and she could tell it was Rick's by the wedding ring that she could feel through the cotton t-shirt she had been wearing,

"oh god, t-that c-could've been y-you" she sputtered out as she still felt like she could feel the specks of blood hitting her cheek with each and every strike from Negan's bat smashing into the pour mans head.

her body ached and it felt like her lungs had now finally collapsed in from the harsh beating her heart had pushed off, her bones ached from all the shaking and her cheeks were sore from the amount of tears that had been poured down them.

"i'm right here y/n, i'm right here" he had dropped to his knees and placed his hat down on the ground, he let his knees sink into the same rocks where the bodies laid.

where Maggie's tears had poured and where they knew the rest of the lives had just changed forever because they got the shit end of a deal they should've never even taken.

"Maggie" she managed to gasp out as she could feel her limp body being lifted up by not just Carl but his father, they had lifted her up so she could be taken to Maggie.

the widow's lungs gasped for air as she looked down at the ground, her knees ached and she felt sick even sicker than before, she could feel the teen reach out and place a soft but shaking hand a top of hers and to which she had finally spoken out.

"you need to go, you need to get everyone out of here Rick" Maggie spoke still sounding so brave, like she was keeping it all together when in reality she was spiraling in her mind.

spiraling at the fact her father, her sister and now her husband the father of her child had been killed in front of her, after they had begged and after they had tried their best to bargain.

"he's our family to, we'll do this together" Rick spoke watching as Maggie sniffled and the still distraught teen next to her had nodded along with the idea as her eyes filled with seeping tears.

"he's right we'll do it t-together because we're all family"

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cultofdixon · 6 months

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Lost in your own mind

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • We all have hard days and sometimes we need our partners to hold us just to make it a little less hard • ANGST/SFW • TW: Depression

Requested by: Anon

I…don’t quite know what’s happening.

The Saviors war ended…I should be happy, right?

Well…Abraham died…Glenn died, and Maggie has to raise her son alone…

Rick kept that monster alive…

Our family split into the communities…

We aren’t…all together anymore.

I don’t know what’s happening anymore

“Are you going home soon?” Carol asks Daryl as she comes to check on him after taking a month's watch for the Sanctuary.

“Just finished getting my shit together.” The archer states dropping his bag by his bike, noticing Carol’s concerned expression which bubbled his own. “What? What aren’t yea saying?”

“Y/N missed a few trading days. Michonne went in her place and wouldn’t really…tell me what’s happening”

I knew it was a mistake to go. I just—-“Is she—-“

“No! No, thankfully. That’s the only thing Michonne would update me on. She doesn’t know why Y/N hasn’t left the basement you two call home. Rick would send food down with Judith so she couldn’t say no to it. I think she’s depressed”

“Could that have been because I left to do this?”

“Hey, there’s no need to blame something or someone. Sometimes people fall into a depressive episode without a reason…” Carol leaned against the loading dock crossing her arms and avoiding his eye contact for a moment. “It could be because we were in survival mode during the war that we couldn’t feel anything else”

Daryl nods to her words taking it in and realizing that explains a lot of the feelings almost everyone affected by the war has been having.

“I…You sure it ain’t cuz—-“

“Daryl, if you’re talking about the moment…the exact moment after the war just ended? You know she understands why you pushed her away but that was months ago. Not everyone is going to feel everything that happened to them because of Negan and the Saviors right when the war is over”

Hell, you’re still going through it

You’re still back there.

Daryl rode his bike throughout the night have escorting Carol back to the Kingdom to make sure she got home safe before going back home to Alexandria. He knew his mind was racing on the endless possibilities of Y/N could be doing while in this episode but all she did was not leave their home beneath the Grimes residence.

The archer was greeted by a few friends as he entered the community, and was informed that Rick and Michonne weren’t in (Jude being watched by Aaron). So he’ll be alone with his partner until the Grimes return.

To his surprise, Y/N was in the main kitchen when he opened the door entering the quiet home. She kept her attention in front of her at the jammed bread she just had prior to Daryl coming home.

“Hey” His voice was softer than normal in case he startled her but she only acknowledge his presence a short moment after he spoke. A bit unphased.

“Hey…did you just get back?”

“Yeah, uhm. The watch is over so…” Daryl brought himself to sit at the kitchen island as Y/N picked up her plate and knife bringing it with her to sit with him. “Carol came by before I drove back. You feeling okay?”

“Uhm…No” Even in the state of mind she was in, she wouldn’t lie to Daryl. Not only would he be one of the few to see right through the lie, but she didn’t have the energy to keep it going if she did. “You hungry? I…made it but I’m not really feeling it anymore”

As the plate was pushed in his direction, Daryl took the knife she had cutting it in half and giving her the other while he ate his.

“Yea made it for yourself. I’ll share it but least have some of it” After he said such, Y/N picked at it at first before deciding to finally eat it.

They sat in silence for a bit and Daryl relaxed when Y/N brought her head to rest on his shoulder but her body tensed. As if she was afraid to do such, like…he’d disappear again. He brought his arm around her shoulders feeling the tension in her shoulder finally relax.

“Let’s turn in, yeah?”

“It’s not too early?”

“Nah, come on” Daryl gave a small smile before getting out of the seat taking her hand into his making their way to the basement.

It wasn’t a basement exactly, just a living quarters underneath the main house.

It was…well exactly how he left it. Looked as if he just moved in and nothing was made for it to look like their home so it brought back the moment.

“Daryl?” Y/N calls out to him as he walked away from the scene of Maggie falling to the earth sobbing while Michonne comforted her even if she sided with her husband.

“Daryl!” She called out following him into the forest watching him stop abruptly making her freeze in her place.

“Do you agree with what he’s done? With Rick’s stupid decision to keep that bastard alive”

“Is this a loaded question for me or a simple…” She quieted herself when Daryl turned toward her with an annoyed expression. He didn’t mean to. “No I don’t agree with what Rick has done”

“Will you hate me for mine?”

“What?”

“I…just need a moment alone. I don’t want you to think that I don’t need you or nothin’. Before this whole fight we were gonna…settle? Be us. Then I got taken. You got attacked. Our home got set ablaze. It’s a lot and…”

“Daryl…just. If I come to you, don’t push me away. I’ll give you what you want but I…”

“If you call, I’ll be there.”

Y/N knew that were true but she got stuck in her own mind from all that happened that she didn’t want to flood what could be going on in Daryl’s. Even if in this very moment, Daryl wanted to know everything going on. Just a word would do.

His partner got into the bed while he got out of the clothes from the day. Y/N already wore sweats as she’s been dressing more comfortably the past month since she hasn’t left the walls. He glances at her through the mirror on their shared dresser seeing her sit comfortable by the pillows but keep a blank gaze.

Once the archer got his boots off, he got comfortable in the bed beside Y/N and before she laid down he opened his arm for her.

“Come here, sunshine” He whispers watching her lay into his side feeling his hand gently rub soothing motions on her back. “I’m not going anywhere” he states pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she shifts to bring herself more into his embrace. “Everything’s okay. You are okay” he whispers to her feeling her tighten her grasp on him.

“Nothings…wrong” Y/N exhales a shaky breath feeling him hold her closer. “I’m fine you know…”

“I do” Daryl replies keeping his hand rubbing circles on her back feeling her head turn into his chest. “You are fine, you are going to be fine”

It happened slowly…the tears that sprung from her eyes as she cried into her partner’s chest feeling him tighten around her in a protective manner pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m never leaving you again”

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frenziedslashers · 1 year

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I Love You, And I Don't Say It Enough:

Pt. 2; Baby, It's Okay

Pairing: Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) x Reader

Warnings: she/her pronouns used, possible ooc Daryl idk, PinV sex, unprotected sex (wrap that shit 👹), rough to soft sex, canon typical violence, mentions of character death. Not proofread.

About: This is set after Season 7 (meaning if you do not know who died Season 7 Episode 1, please do not read if you do not want spoilers.) This is a little fic about Daryl returning to Alexandria after escaping from Negan. I may have gotten some of the details wrong, but this was mostly for my own enjoyment. If you have a request you want to send in for him or another character, feel free. I will be making a master list for TWD and include the characters I write for here in the next few days!

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The past few weeks had been some of the toughest of your life. Not only did you witness two of your good friends die, but you knew that more blood would be shed along the way after theirs. You just didn't think it would be Daryl. He wasn't dead, not from what you knew, at least. They just took him from you. A man who's helped you survive since the beginning. A man who you grew very fond of, and he grew just as fond of you in return. You thought Alexandria brought hope to the future the both of you could share. You were wrong. At least in this moment you were so very wrong.

You screamed for them not to take him from you. It only made them laugh. Negan made a comment about wanting to take you, too. Make you his wife and Daryl have to watch him treat you like his. "I'll be back for ya, don't cry," was the last thing Daryl had said to you. It didn't stop your tears, if anything it only made them worse. What if that was the last time he would ever speak with you? The last time you'd ever see his face. What if he ended up like Glenn and Abraham... Or worse?

It felt like months had passed without him, but in reality. It was only about three, maybe four days. Living without him was lonely. Sure as hell a lot colder at night than having his furnace of a body cooped up next to you. When you saw him get off the truck, you nearly collapsed. His eyes looked tired, but they still searched for you. They still widened and looked at you with the same love and adoration as before. Negan was quick to stop the interaction when Daryl blurted your name and the both of you attempted to run for one another.

"Well," his smile, god. You'd give nothing more than to shoot it off his face. "Isn't this just adorable? Don't you think, Lucille?" He chuckled, walking up to you with a curious gaze. "We've got little miss Jane over here, and her man of a Tarzan over there." He spoke with a sigh. "Gross." He snickered, looking back at Daryl while circling around you. Placing his hands on your hips. Watching you flinch and Daryl fight with the people holding him back. "Don't touch 'er!" "Hey now, what did I say? None of that, or else I'll shut," He held his bat up close to your face. "That shit down." He spoke, voice getting lower and more stern with each word. Daryl understood, even if he didn't want to. Looking at you with a gaze that told you everything was going to be all right.

Negan chuckled again, leaning in close to press his nose against the side of your hair. Inhaling deeply, and then sighing. "Damn! Does your woman smell nice. Bet she tastes just as good, if yunno what I mean." He told Daryl with a sly grin. "Don't talk about 'er-" "Do you wanna see her brains on the pavement? Because I sure as hell don't! I've seen too many super hot wives die. No use wasting such a pretty face when she could maybe be yours again." Daryl glared, Negan looking back at you with a sigh and pursed lips. "You should really tame your dog. He's gonna bite someone someday."

After that, you had a sliver of hope. That maybe since they were letting him go on runs with them. That maybe Daryl could figure something out and get away. Maybe you'd wake up one night to Daryl climbing into bed with you. Pulling you close to one another and not saying a word. Just holding each other in silence.

Each passing day grew harder and harder. Each day without him felt like shit. Like it was a reminder that you would be alone. You came into this apocalypse alone. Everyone you ever knew and loved, dead. Then you would die alone. Everyone that you ever knew and loved being just as dead.

But then, it happened.

Everyone else saw him before you had. Hugging and reuniting with their friend. Their family. He didn't linger with anyone too long, though. His main priority was you. It was always you, and would always be. He had to make sure that you were safe. That he knew you were safe. "She's in the house. Up in your room. I think she's reading." Tara told him, and he nodded. Giving a soft thanks before racing off in order to find you. To hold you and never let go.

He crept up the stairs. His body trembling along with his breath. Doing his best to not be too fast and startle you, but the closer he got. The more he couldn't help himself. Finally reaching the door to your guys' room. Reaching out to touch the handle but to his surprise. It turned for him. Watching with cautious and wide eyes as the door opened and he was met with you. His girl. His woman. His wife. Though the two of you weren't official, nor did either of you talk about marriage. He considered you to be his spouse. May as well be since his eyes were only ever on you since they first saw you.

"Daryl," You didn't have time to say anything else. Cut off by Daryl pulling you in for a desperate kiss. He was never good with words, anyways.

The hunter was quick to get his point across too. About how much he missed you. How he wasn't about to let you go anytime soon, either. It didn't take long for him to push you onto the bed once the door was shut, and to have your clothes on the floor along with his own.

"Daryl," you called his name out, over and over like a soft prayer. Hands roaming one another's bodies with desperation. Pulling each other as close as you both could. Hungry mouths worked at either kissing anywhere they could reach or muttering soft nothings to one another.

Daryl was fairly rough with everything at first too. Like he was trying to tell you both that this was real. That he was here and so were you. His hips were fast. Each thrust within you deep and desperate. trying to chase what you both wanted. It was rough and fast, until it wasn't.

A slight worry set within you when his thrusts slowed, finally coming to a hault. His face buried in the crook of your neck. You were about to ask if you did something wrong until you heard the rigid and quiet sob that came from your lover. Frowning while your arms reached out to hold him. One hand on the back of his head, while the other rested on his back. Rubbing with soft motions while shushing him. Peppering the side of his head with kisses.

"Dar', honey, look at me. I'm here, you're back. Please, don't cry," you lulled, your eyes watering at the sound of his cries in your ear. You hated to hear or even see him cry, but you were glad that he did every so often. He was so good at bottling everything up. It scared you a lot of the time.

"Dar', sweetheart, please, look at me. Let me see you," He listened this time. Pulling away from your neck to look down at you. His blue eyes bloodshot. He had a black eye and a busted lip, which only made you frown more. Fingers tracing his face with your eyes. "Oh baby, what'd they do to you." He grunted, turning his face to get you to stop. "I thought I lost you," he muttered, a tear rolling down both of your faces this time. Your own lip quivering at his words. Everything finally setting in with both of you. "I thought I lost you too, Dixon." He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against your own.

"Did they touch you?" You shook your head, hands still holding the sides of his face. "No, think ya scared them too much," Daryl chuckled lightly at that. Opening his eyes to look at you again. "Yeah, maybe."

It was silent again. The both of you holding onto one another while staring back at each other. "I love you," you couldn't help but smile at his words. Running your fingers through his hair. Watching his eyes flutter shut and reluctantly open once more. You could easily put him to sleep by just playing with his hair. "I know you do, you have a way of telling me with your actions, always have. I love you too, mountain man." He rolled his eyes at the nickname and you chuckled. "I don't tell ya it enough, I love you. Really do. That's all I thought 'bout, too. That I don't tell ya it enough." He muttered, and you sighed. Resting your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them slightly. "Daryl, I told you. You say it without saying it. I know you do." He sighed with a nod, smiling faintly as you leant up to kiss the side of his mouth. Wanting to continue what the both of you started moments prior, but he wasn't done with his tangent. You wouldn't stop him though, you'd let him open up anytime he wanted to.

"All I could think about in there was you. If I'd see ya again. Hear ya," he spoke. "I was scared he'd.." He paused, breathing a bit heavily for a second as he thought. "Scared he'd take ya from me." "Dar', I'd go out fighting before I let him do anything to me." He chuckled, reaching up to brush some hair from your forehead. "That's what I was worried 'bout. If I lost you," "but you didn't, and I'm here. You're here. We're safe." "For now." You didn't say anything more after that. Only wrapping an arm around the back of his neck while staring up at him.

"I love you," he muttered again, and you nodded, leaning up to brush your lips against his. "I love you too, Daryl." He closed the gap between the both of you rather quick. Humming lowly into the kiss while rolling his hips against yours. Still nestled inside you.

It wasn't long before he was rolling his hips. Rolls turning into thrusts. He didn't move fast and rough like before, though. He took his time. Letting you know how much he loved and cared about you with his actions, again. His hand coming between the both of you to run his fingers between your folds. Your soft noises you released into his mouth were enough for him to continue. Lips traveling down to your neck. Leaving soft kisses and then love marks and bites. All while his fingers rubbed over your clit. Smirking softly as your hips bucked and rolled in order to chase your high, but Daryl didn't let you. No, not at first. He was dragging this out as long as he could.

"Wanna cum with ya," he muttered, kissing your collar bone with a groan. "Then do it," a growl left his throat at your words. Hips finally picking up to the speed the both of you were wanting. His finger rubbing a bit rougher on your bud. Not too harsh, but just enough it had your back arching off the bed. Hands grasping at him to ground yourself. One hand Tangling in his hair while the other clawed at his back. His lips came crashing on yours. Muffling the noises the both of you made as your bodies met their high.

You were the first to go, Daryl following right after. He came inside of you, but you didn't care. Not right now, at least. That was a problem to deal with later. Right now it was all about you and him. Holding each other after your highs became lows and you were both back on earth.

He pulled out, slowly. Doing his best not to hurt you, or himself in the overstimulated discomfort you were both in. "Wow," he looked at you with a brow raised as he used a Kleenex to wipe you both up. "I don't think we've fucked that hard in a while," you chuckled, and he chuckled back. Tossing the napkin into the bin before crawling back over you. A hand cupping the side of your face with a hum. "Ya tellin' me I only fuck good when one's of us nearly dies?" He asked, pressing a kiss to your lips. You shook your head, rubbing at his chest. "No, 'course not, we've just been..." "Busy?" You nodded, kissing him again. "Yeah," he sighed.

He finally laid next to you after tugging his shirt back on. Letting you pull your own and your underwear back on as well. Daryl kept the shirt on so no one would see his scars beside you. You were mostly dressed so if anything happened no one would see you nude. A precaution to keep both your and Daryl's minds easy.

Daryl pulled your body close to his own. Strong arms wrapped safely around your waist. "How 'bout we blame it on Rick." he muttered, and your brows furrowed, an amused smile on your lips. "What? Our sad sex life before today?" He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your lips. "Yeah. He's always got us doin' stuff. No time for me to fuck ya." You snorted, rolling your eyes while swatting at his chest. "Shut up and go to sleep, Dixon." He smiled, pulling your closer while resting his chin atop your head. "Love you," you smiled, kissing his throat with a tired sigh. "I love you, too. I'm glad you're safe and home." "Me too, darlin'."

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lunajay33 · 17 days

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Been Waiting🩶

Summary: You are Maggie’s little sister and since meeting Carl on the farm you’ve been pinning after him for years until eventually things fall into place after Negan nearly tears you apart

Pairing: Carl Grimes x f!reader

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Laying in the infirmary barely a shell of a human, the pain that coursed through you everytime you moved, arm shattered, ribs bruised, face busted and blue, fingers broken

After trying to stop Negan from chopping off Carls arm he had one of his goons beat you to a pulp, but you’d do it again and again and again if that meant you could save Carl from another traumatic experience

“Hey junebug how’re ya feeling?” Maggie asked as she sat on the side of your bed

“Thirsty” you groaned with a dry throat

She took the glass from the bedside table and raised it to your both

“Thanks” you said as she sat the cup back down

“Why’d ya do it? You could’ve just waited until Negan stopped, he wasn’t going to go through with it”

“How was I suppose to know that Maggie after what he did to Abraham and…….and Glenn, I couldn’t see that happen to Carl, I would die without Carl”

“You really are head over heels for him aren’t you” she said with a faint smile

“Maggie you know I do, have you seen him around is he okay?”

“He seems fine maybe still a bit shaken”

“Can you tell him…..when he’s free that I wanna see him, he hasn’t stopped by yet, gets pretty lonely here laying in bed all day”

“Okay sis, get some more rest” she said as she placed a kiss on the top of your head before leaving the infirmary

The pain over took you making your head spin so you got some more rest hoping to be a bit better when you woke up

Hours later a knock shock you out of your sleep

“Come in” you called out groggy

Carl came in with a faint smile as he sat on the bed next to you

“Maggie said you wanted to see me”

“Where have you been Grimes?”

“Sorry I’ve just been trying to distract myself”

“I missed you”

“I missed you too, I’m sorry this happened to you because of me” he said rubbing his hand up and down your leg

“It’s not your fault Carl, I’d do anything to save you”

“But why I don’t understand”

“Carl you big idiot, I love you I always have”

“Really? Me?”

“Come on you can’t be that blind, no offense, but everyone seems to know except you”

“I love you too, and I guess I never made a move because if I had you and I mean you were mine that if I lost you it would maybe hurt less if we were never together but after what happened I don’t wanna ignore this anymore”

“I love you Carl”

“I love you too”

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 2 months

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Comfort

Request: can you do one where Daryl comforts reader after she has a nightmare? Thank you!

Tw: nightmare, description of panic attack, blood, gore, usual walking dead stuff. If sensitive to any of these please read with cautious or skip past this one! Thanks loves!!

NOTE: IF YOU’VE SENT IN AN ASK THAT HASN’T BEEN ANSWERED PLEASE RE-SEND. MY INBOX SAYS IVE GOT 10 ASKS BUT ISN’T LOADING ANY OF THEM. WHETHER IT BE A GLITCH OR WHATEVER I DO NOT KNOW BUT PLEASE RE-SEND IF YOU THINK IVE MISSED YOUR REQUEST/ QUESTION.

Havnet been able to watch TOWL either that’s depressing asf but oh well. Sorry for the delay my heads been all over the place (:

This is awfully written and isn’t entirely “plotted” correctly so excuse the crappiness. This was written over like three months so… sorry for the delay

The loud whistle abruptly wrapped around the sky, sending chills down your spine as you froze in place but it was as if you had lived this exact nightmare before. But it was worse… a lot worse… the sound of the whistling continued all around you as you walked further into the darkness all alone your eyes scanning around frantically before your eyes fell upon the familiar body of Glenn. Slumped. Head completely squished. Like a watermelon… your stomach churned in disgust a shaky breath leaving your lips, your eyes then turning to see Abraham the exact same way but it didn’t stop— your eyes followed the row of your people. Your family. Carl, Rick, michonne, Daryl, Aaron, Rosita, Jesus, maggie… every single one of them limp on the ground slumped and weak. Brains splattered everywhere. Your hand trembled to cover your mouth before you spun around looking for the saviours the whistling growing louder but no one seemed to be around you. Whatsoever. The headlights of vans were a blurred picture. Your breathing grew heavier tears forming in your eyes as you turned around again to face your people their bodies rotting, turning into the dead… glenn reaching out for you, Daryl crawling on his chest ricks cold blue eyes boring into yours, muttering some kind of sentence over and over again. “All your fault” tears threatened to fall as you stumbled back panting heavily before a hand tightly gripped onto your wrist, your head snapping to the side as your eyes met with Negans your jaw dropping as a ear piercing screech left your mouth as darkness slowly surrounded you.

“Y/n!”

A voice yelled and your body jolted awake, your eyes filled with terror as your eyes found those familiar blue ones. Daryl. Alive, well, okay… you panted staring at him terrified he was stood a slight distance away from you his eyes searching yours concerned, you were still in your bed Daryl’s concern clear before he sat down on the edge of the bed making it dip down slightly “bad dream?” Was all he asked and all you could do was nod the terror visible. Your skin was coated in a layer of sweat that wouldn’t go away Daryl carefully getting closer to you as he soon reached his hand out without much of a warning and grabbed onto your hand his touch hesitant and unsure at first but as he got more comfortable he tightened his grip giving your hand a squeeze. “I’m here.” He spoke gruffly voice still worried as he kept his eyes on you. “You died..” you whispered Daryl blinking confused for a second, but didn’t say anything allowing you to continue what you wanted to say however his confusion wasn’t of what you said— no— more so of the fact that you were afraid to lose him. That on its own shocked him beyond belief and broke his heart all at once.

He hadn’t ever had anyone who was scared of him leaving before, it saddened him almost, the feeling of not being needed or wanted had been etched into his soul ever since he was a young boy. But seeing it come from you it unlocked a certain feeling within him a soft feeling that he didn’t entirely understand. “It’s okay. I’m right here.” He assured gently. “You and the others all died…. One… by one.. negan hit you over the Hed with Lucille and killed you all… I was the only survivor.. you— you all blamed me for something I didn’t do… i- I couldn’t stop it! I- I couldn’t stop you from dying.. I— I wanted to I needed to but I couldn’t reach you—“ your breathing grew my quick as you practically began hyperventilating. That scared Daryl on its own but he quickly got to work, grabbing onto your shoulder gently and making you look at him

“Breathe.” He muttered out softly your chest continuing to heave up and down over and over again daryl murmuring little nothings to you to try and sooth you until eventually you were curled up in his arms, his grip on you tight and secure, comforting, his hand trailing up and down your back. “I thought I lost you.”

He only shook his head “never. You’ll never lose me… can’t get rid of me that easily.”he kept a hold of you continuing to help you breathe and calm down until eventually you were more relaxed. He just held you as you remained in silence. “I love you. And I don’t want to lose you ever.” You murmured to him, Daryl’s heart aching slightly and he held you closer to him, not sure how to respond to that, before he pressed a small kiss to the top of your head “you won’t lose me.” He reassured, before bringing you down to lay with him, soothing you beside him, as he helped calm you down until you were settled in his arms.

“Oh and y/n..” he trailed off,

“Hm?”

He smiled softly “I love you too.”

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 10 months

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close to home | chapter thirty nine

plot: the walls around Alexandria fall, and another minor time jump takes place

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,394 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!! How's everyone liking the story so far? LMK what you think!! ily all

Three days pass. Glenn, Daryl, Sasha, and Abraham have been missing for three days. With each second that passes by, your worry grows more and more. You couldn’t imagine how your pregnant cousin felt. She was eating away at her nails and hardly eating. You had to make sure she ate at every meal and remind her how important it was.

The worst part was that time moved slowly. Each day felt like a week. They were so long that you could barely remember the morning when you went to bed each night. It was torture. Tora kept you company and seemed to pick up on your worry. She trotted alongside you everywhere you went, just like when it was the two of you so long ago.

You were with Maggie on watch when balloons appeared in the sky, and both of your hearts stopped. She started shaking and immediately climbed down the ladder. You followed her in your excitement and ran after her.

“Rick!” She yelled as you both approached your leader. “That’s Glenn. That’s Glenn.” She said.

Wood cracked loudly, and everyone turned. Your mouth dropped in horror as you watched the tower crash into the wall, bringing it to the ground.

Everything moved fast. Walkers started flooding in, and you froze. If it hadn’t been for Maggie practically shoving you, you probably wouldn’t have been able to fight your way out.

“Up there!” You yelled, shoving her towards one of the guard towers. You stumbled as a walker grabbed you, but it couldn’t hold on to you, and you pushed forwards. “Go, Maggie!” You screamed.

She stumbled her way up the ladder, and you followed suit. You were halfway up when walkers grabbed at your feet and screamed up at Maggie in terror; the ladder started shaking as you kicked one of the walkers holding you down.

Your body jerked forward as the ladder was pushed harder, and with a second to spare, you grabbed the tower's ledge.

“(Y/N)!” Maggie yelled, grabbing your hands and helping to pull your body up. Your eyes were full of tears when you both collapsed against the floor, the sound of walkers below you.

You quickly got to your feet and looked out at the community. Walkers were everywhere; you could hear gunshots but couldn’t see anything.

“I don’t see anyone, I don’t see anyone!” You yelled, holding back your tears.

“They’ll get into the houses, (Y/N). You know they will.”

You took a deep breath and forced yourself to sit down. “We’ll be okay… we’ll be okay.”

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The day turned to nightfall, and nothing changed. It was a full moon out, and you could see decently, but there wasn’t anything to see. You and Maggie sat up there for hours; sometimes in silence, sometimes one of you was crying, and sometimes you talked. You talked about the baby, about Daryl and Glenn, and you talked about what life would’ve been like if none of this happened.

When the tower started shaking, you and Maggie knew what would happen.

“We go down together?” You asked, looking at your cousin. Your eyes filled with tears as you thought about your life with her. You remembered the day she was born and playing with her. Going to church and having sleepovers. Helping her through her mother’s absence and falling apart when you were in college. And then you fell back together.

You remembered how it felt when you finally got to the farm and saw it in ruin, and you thought she and the rest of your family were gone. And you’d been blessed with more time with her. Now your time was up, and it was fitting that you’d go together.

Maggie grabbed your hand and nodded. “Together.”

Gunshots rang out from below, and you both looked to see Glenn running through the herd. “Over here! Over here!” He yelled.

“Oh my God,” You muttered. There were too many of them.

Maggie started screaming for Glenn, and you could hear the desperation. She knew exactly what you knew.

“Maggie! (Y/N)!”

Enid was climbing up the fence, and she got to you fast. You barely paid attention to her tying some rope as Maggie had fallen to her knees and tried to get the walkers over to you. You knelt beside her and wrapped your arms around her, ready to be with her for the worst moment in her life.

“Glenn!” She screamed

Suddenly gunshots rang out, and you pulled Maggie down at their sound. When they stopped at you looked; the walkers surrounding Glenn were on the ground, and Sasha and Abraham were at the gate. They must’ve been standing on something because they were at your height.

“Can you get the gate?” Abraham asked.

They continued shooting, and you grabbed Maggie and Enid. All three of you were trembling as you watched Glenn open the gate, and a truck pull forward. Both Sasha and Abraham were ready to help you over.

You sent Maggie down first, then Enid, and then Abraham helped you. The truck moved forward after a moment, and you crouched down to keep your balance.

“Is that Daryl?” You yelled to Abraham.

He laughed loudly, “You bet your sweet ass it is!”

The truck drove through the community and headed towards the lake. You glanced at your surroundings and saw the chaos in the street. Everyone was fighting.

“We gotta go; they need us!” You yelled to Maggie, then you turned to Enid. “Stay up here!”

You didn’t wait around for any more conversation. You jumped onto the truck's hood and the ground, launching yourself at the closet walker. Sasha was right beside you, taking down the next.

“They’re getting pushed back towards the gate!” You yelled, seeing Rosita and Rick through the mass amount of walkers.

You heard an explosion and then felt the heat from the lake; you turned only for a second to see the lake on fire and Daryl standing on top of the truck with an RPG launcher. You didn’t have time to linger, as walkers were approaching you fast, and you needed to fight.

You had taken down another walker when Daryl appeared beside you. You shared a glance and nodded at each other before continuing the fight.

Walker after walker, you and Daryl pushed towards the group. With every hit, swipe, and stab, you got closer and closer to your family. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, giving you the strength to push over walkers you never thought you could have.

You were coated in blood and sweat but still pushed forward. And with Daryl at your side, you broke into your group and joined their fight.

***

Smoke filled the air at daybreak, and bodies littered the ground. Your arms were dripping fresh blood while coated in old. A layer of dirt and ash stuck to every inch of you. Your braid was a mess, parts falling out and sticky with blood. Some of your clothes were even torn.

What remained of the survivors led you to the infirmary, and you were able to grab ahold of Michonne for the first time. She looked at you with tears as she bounced Judith up and down.

“Come with me,” She told you.

You didn’t question her and followed her into the infirmary. Daryl was getting stitched up, and Maggie was getting checked out. But Michonne led you to a separate room, and you gasped when you saw Carl lying on a bed with Tora.

Tears burned as you approached the sleeping kid with bandages over his eye. Rick was sitting in there, and he looked up at you.

“What happened?” You choked out, hesitantly touching Carl’s sleep and pushing some hair away from his face.

“Shot.” Rick whispered, “In the eye.”

You started crying then and had to kneel on the ground. You momentarily grabbed Carl’s hand and pressed it to your lips as Tora made herself comfortable on Carl’s chest. You laughed as you cried, petting the cat behind the ears.

“He wouldn’t leave without her,” Michonne said from behind you. “He said that if he did, it wouldn’t be the walkers that killed him; it would be you.”

You laughed again through your tears and looked at the sweet kid's face. “He’s going to be okay. I know it,”

***

You and Daryl walked through the corpse-ridden streets to your house slowly. It was at least noon, and while watch rotations were set up to guard the hole in the fence, you and Daryl weren’t on till later. It would give the people who weren’t on enough time to eat, bathe, and sleep a little.

You’d been up well over twenty-four hours, and your bed was calling your name. You and Daryl hadn’t said a word to each other, but you were okay with that. You were too tired and numb to scare. Alexandria lost so much, and your heart can’t take anything else. It needed to rest.

The first thing you did when you got to the house was wash your hands and arms and then get something to eat. You split a can of stew with Daryl but gave him half of yours because you couldn’t stomach it after the night you had.

You were just about to head upstairs to shower and sleep when Daryl called your name. You looked back at him but didn’t say anything.

“When ya finished, come downstairs.”

If you were more lucid, you would have melted. But you were too exhausted. So you gave him a nod and went upstairs to shower.

You took your time washing your body and hair multiple times before you even thought about stepping out. But eventually, the water started running cold, and you got out, quickly getting dressed.

The house was quiet when you went downstairs. Rick and Michonne weren’t likely to leave the infirmary until Carl woke up, and Carol offered to take one of the first watches. So you grabbed your fourth glass of water and went to the basement.

Daryl opened the door after two knocks, and you walked in.

“I’m really too tired to talk or anything,” You said quietly. You weren’t sure exactly why he asked you to come down.

Daryl shook his head, wet hair flopping as he did so. He was dressed in clean clothes, ones you wouldn’t typically see him in, so you knew they were pajamas. That’s when you realized what it was he wanted.

“You know, you’re going to have to start using your words more than once a day, old man,” You said through a yawn as you walked to the bed.

“I use ‘em,”

You snorted, pulling back the covers and climbing it. The bed was soft and smelt like him. You instantly relaxed into it. When you opened your eyes, he was standing by the edge. Your face scrunched up as he bit his nails, looking anxious.

You smiled at the man and lifted your arm up. “Come on,”

He hesitated for a second before he got in, coming over to you and resting his head against your shoulder. You carefully draped your arm around his broad shoulders, fingers curling around his hair and softly playing with it.

“We can cuddle; I won’t tell anyone,” You lightly jabbed when you saw how unsure he was about where to put his arm.

He grunted and then finally laid it across your stomach. You felt him sigh deeply and you set your hand on his forearm, rubbing it slowly. “You okay?”

“‘M sorry,”

“For what?”

“For whateve’ happened here. I asked ya to stay, and I shouldn’ have. If ya was out there with me…” His voice trailed off.

“With you what?”

“Nothin’, don’t matter. ‘M just sorry.”

“Daryl, you don’t have to be sorry for anything. It happened the way it was supposed to happen. We’re both alive. Our family is alive. That’s all that matters right now.”

He nodded, and you felt his hand grip your side for a moment. “Sorry for bein’ a jackass about everythin’.”

You knew what he meant then, and you lifted your head to kiss the top of his. “We don’t have to talk about it right now. We’ll figure it out later.”

Daryl nodded, and you knew it was exactly what he needed to hear because his body untensed. You let out a sigh of contentment and grabbed Daryl’s hand, intertwining your fingers. “You gotta deal with me holding your hand ‘cause I need the touch right now.” You told him.

His hand squeezed yours in reply, and you smiled, closing your eyes and finally welcoming sleep.

***

The next few weeks started to trickle by. Not only were the walls fixed, they were expended as well. The community was cleaned, houses were fixed, and things slowly came together. Carl woke up after a few days and slowly started to heal. It was bittersweet seeing him like that. You were so very thankful he was alive but terrified of how he would survive with only one eye. But you knew he was resourceful, and you believed in him.

With much fewer people around the community and Rick taking over as the leader, he pulled you from the job you’d originally been given, and you mostly did whatever was needed that day. You helped out on watch, fixing the walls, hunting with Daryl, and cleaning up.

You and Daryl grew closer over the few weeks too. You wouldn’t call it a miracle, and you’d only spent the night together one other time. But things were progressing. It was like before you kissed him. You joined him on a few morning hunts, starting your tracking lessons again, and ended the days silently on watch. It was peaceful. It felt right. But there was one thing that came with this new friendship that wasn’t there before. There were more little touches, a few kisses here and there, but the best part was the promise of more.

***

You woke to a thud, and your body jumped up at a reflex. When you saw Michonne wasn’t in her bed, you grabbed your gun and quickly walked to the door.

“What the hell are you doing in our house?”

Carl was at the end of the hallway, and you could see someone sitting on the steps. You rushed down the hallway with your gun raised, covering Carl. You recognized the stranger as the man Daryl and Rick brought in after their run, who was supposed to be locked up.

“I’m, uh, sitting on the steps. Looking at this painting, waiting for your mom and dad to get dressed. Hi, I’m Jesus,”

You squinted in confusion before Rick’s door opened, and he walked out, still buttoning his pants. Michonne followed him out, and your eyes widened as you realized what happened between them. Before you could even start processing that, Daryl, Glenn, Maggie, and Abraham were bounding up the stairs with their weapons.

“It’s-it’s okay,” Michonne said to everyone, and you all hesitantly lowered your weapons.

“You said we should talk,” Rick said, “So let’s talk.”

Slowly, everyone moved to the kitchen. You could see the sun rising as you sat down at the table. Carl took your right and Michonne was across from you. Jesus was at the head of the table, and he looked at all of you as Rick started to question him.

You listened intently, learning how he got out and got a good look at the community. He had a way of talking that kept you listening. When he mentioned the community he was from and how his job was to look for other communities to set up trade with, a questioning tension filled the room. Especially when he offered to bring you all back to see where he was from.

“Wait, you’re looking for more settlements. You mean you’re already trading with other groups?” Maggie said.

Jesus smiled and leaned back against his chair. “Your world is about to get a whole lot bigger.”

***

Walking inside Hilltop, you felt like you went back in time. You heard banging from a blacksmith and chickens clucking. It was like you stepped into the eighteen hundreds. Especially compared to how you were living in Alexandria.

You and Daryl shared a look as he approached you. “Stay at my side,” He whispered cautiously.

Even at a time like this, your heart fluttered, and you eagerly nodded at him. He wasn’t good with words or expressing emotions, but times like this were all worth it. He melted your heart in four words, and you wanted to pull him away and show him how much it meant to you.

But you were here for a reason.

Your first impression of Gregory was that he was an asshole, and you wanted to knock his teeth in.

“What an asshole,” You muttered to Michonne and Maggie, who were both in the bathroom with you. Per Gregory's demand, Jesus had given you some rags to wash yourselves up.

“I thought Rick was about to punch him,” Michonne laughed.

“The nerve of him,” You dried your face. “After we saved his people.

“At least ya’ll don’t have to sit with him,”

You didn’t feel bad for Maggie at all.

After you three finished up, your cousin went off to find Gregory. You walked around the second floor sitting area, where the rest of your group was. The AK-47 was hanging heavily on your shoulders as you looked around. It was a nice house, and it looked untouched. Just like a lot of the houses at Alexandria.

Jesus brought you all downstairs, and Maggie was waiting for you all. You listened as she explained what happened and when Jesus and Rick discussed what was best for the two communities.

When other community members came back, everyone went outside to see what was happening. You weren’t fully paying attention; you were looking around the space when one of the guys stabbed Gregory.

“Hey!” Rick yelled, running after the man who committed the assault.

Abraham launched into action as you ran to Gregory.

“We need to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. Where��s Carson?” You yelled out. You dropped your gun and knelt beside the old man, immediately putting your weight on the stab wound. His warm blood coated your hands.

You glanced back at the fight that had escalated and looked at Daryl. “Daryl!” You yelled.

He gave you a nod and went to go help.

Maggie helped you with the pressure, reassuring a pain-ridden Gregory that he would be fine. Carson finally got over as the fight ended. You heard someone yelling but didn’t pay attention as you looked at Gregory’s face.

“You have medical training?” Carson asked you. You nodded and stood back to let him, and Jesus lift the man. “Good, I could use your help with him.”

***

“Negan’s the head of a group of people he calls the saviors. The saviors showed up as soon as the walls were built,” Jesus said. “They met with Gregory on behalf of their boss. They made a lot of demands. Even more threats. And he killed one of us--Rory. He was sixteen years old. They beat him to death right in front of us…”

Your fingers twitched as you listened to Jesus. Your fingernails had a red tinge from earlier, and even though you’d washed them three times, Gregory’s blood remained. You stared at it while Jesus talked and told you about this group of people.

Daryl, Rick, and Maggie led the conversation. You were more than happy sitting on the chair and listening. You knew you would do whatever Rick asked of you. You didn’t exactly like the idea of taking out this group, but they seemed like terrible people. If there was one thing you knew, after everything you’d been through, is that terrible people didn’t deserve to live in this world.

So when Gregory accepted the deal, you started preparing for another fight.

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A male reader who's super cautious around people because their queer identity has been an issue in the past, and so Negan being so explicit and flirty all the time just relentlessly getting on their nerves, and Negan just find it's so funny until he starts to realize how genuine the annoyance is, and just being like. Dude why would you EVER care about what other people think when we all know these people are horrible, and they're wrong about EVERYTHING Else, so they're wrong about you. And then they kiss 😈 (is this too cringe am i cringe bro)

(A/n): TYSMMM for the request, this is so cute!! ALSO PLEASE KEEP SENDING REQUESTS ANYONE!! I'll write almost anything as long as it's not noncon or fetish. If you're unsure just look at my character list I'll link a list of what i will + wont write for

(Warnings): snarky Negan being himself, harsh language (it's negan duh)

(Summary): Before Negan arrived it was really easy to hide your sexuality, but when he went snooping and found old photos with your ex boyfriend he obviously couldn't keep his mouth shut but it definitely went better than you can expected.

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You hid your sexuality even before you got to Alexandria but getting to Alexandria didn't help, the way the older folk looked at Aaron and Eric made you want to curl up and wither away. So you hid yourself, you hid your family pictures, you hid your pictures of friends at pride events and your ex boyfriend in fear of them finding out and shunning you. In your dream world you'd have your family pictures around your house in Alexandria, being able to see the faces of loved ones you'd lost and reminisce on a time before the outbreak but sacrifices have to be made in the new world.

When Negan started showing up you'd only just managed to settle in Alexandria, a lot of those who may of judged you had died and your group from before such as Rick pretty much ran the show around Alexandria now. You weren't at the line up and you hadn't seen Negan kill Abraham or Glenn, you didn't know Abraham well but he seemed nice enough although you never got too close due to an itching bad feeling he was homophobic. Glenn on the other hand you got on with well, being around the same age you both instinctively became close and you'd even considered telling him you were gay but in the end you decided not to, you had known how bad he was at keeping secrets since Hershel's farm when he told Dale about Loris pregnancy and the Hershel families secret zombie collection in the Barn. You feel slightly guilty for not telling him now he's gone though, he would've always had your back.

Less than a week later Negan came banging on the gate, you were counting ammunition and had noticed missing guns but decided it would be best to stay quiet right now. He sends his men to strip peoples houses of mattresses and items he decided he wanted, you're suddenly struck with a horrid feeling of nausea knowing your photos are hidden under your mattress so you run off back to the armory to pretend to check stock.

Around your fourth time checking the stock of guns and ammo Negan bursts in, "Well hey there... Y/n?" You nod. "I believe these are yours sweetheart." He hands you your photos and you swallow hard, you can't tell if you're about to cry or scream. "Don't worry i won't tell a soul, I'm not as bad as prick makes me out to be I wouldn't out someone. Well, assuming you're not out by the way all these photos were hidden under your mattress." You hide the photos in your back pocket and shrug. "I had my men leave your mattress there and maybe we could... You know, in return for my selflessness." He gets close to your face and smirks but backe off when his men enter and you hand them the lists of stock.

The next few time's Negan visits he flirts with you relentlessly, subtle to obvious.

When you saw him walking through the gates this time you sighed knowing it'd just be another day of annoyance, he walks straight up to you and smirks, "hey handsome..." You glare at him.

"Lighten up hon' you don't like a man like me being interested in you?" He laughs to himself and you just look away, almost seething with anger but holding back for Rick's sake. Negan sees your anger and his face shows how hard realisation hit him that you were genuinely annoyed with him and not just playing hard to get.

"Look, you don't have to act all macho to make people think you're not gay. Plus, i don't understand why you're even bothered about people knowing! It's the end of the damn world, laws don't exist anymore if you didn't realise, so if someone makes your life hard over your sexuality do what i do, bash some skulls in." Your eyes soften, while he doesn't exactly have a way with words you do understand his point. "I'm not like you." You respond to him with an ounce of bitterness but he smiles, "no you're not, but you get what I'm gettin' at." His hand brushes yours and you finally look up at him and your eyes lock. "Yeah... Yeah i guess you're right." You mutter and he smiles, his face gets a bit closer to yours. "Loosen up and have a bit of fun doll."

Your lips meet, at first you're unsure and think about pushing him away but his words ring in your head "loosen up and have a little fun" So you pull him closer and the pair of you share a passionate kiss.

Wherever this is going to go, you're sure it'll upset people but you've decided that if you're going to live in a world where you could die any day you'd rather die happy than moping and hiding yourself from others.

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(A/n): I hope you liked it! I loved the request, sorry it took so long I've got ridiculous amounts of work to get done so squeezed this in as much as possible!

#x male reader #twd negan #negan smith #negan x male reader #negan fluff #negan smith fluff #fluff

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crystlizabeth · 11 months

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Summary: When starting to settle down in Alexandria houses where given out also meaning hot water.

Parings: Daryl Dixon x Blackfem!reader

Warnings: fluff,suggestive(nothing to graphic)slight angst(barely), swearing. Short!

“You need to get that man of yours to bathe.” The sound of Carols voice making you look up.

You laughed lightly, it had been almost 4 days since you arrived at Alexandria everyone was starting settle into there own homes. Rick, Michonne, Carl, judith and Carol in one home, Abraham, Rosita, Eugene, Tara and Gabriel in another. While you, Daryl, Maggie and Glenn got two separate condos.

Everyone was cleaned up by now besides your boyfriend. To be honest you don’t think he had gotten any sleep while here maybe nap but never came to bed with you.

“Well if my boyfriend acted like he wanted me around him I would but he’s barely spoken a word to me.” You said, you weren’t mad but it bothered you how he seem to not want to talk to you.

Carol raised her eyebrow, “So he not even talking to you?”

You simply shook your head, “I’ll try talking to him though.” You said.

She nodded exiting the end condo you shared. You pushed yourself off the counter walking towards the door aswell. Daryl was hidding out in Aarons garage working on a bike. You knocked on the mans door his boyfriend opening it for you.

“Hi Y/n, here for Daryl I take it?” Eric asked letting you in.

“Yeah..” you spoke, he gave you a smile pointing at the door that led out to the garage. You quickly thanked him walking towards it taking a deep breath before going out.

When you did he didn’t look up just continued working picking at the parts. “Hey Dar’..” you said he looked up acknowledging you but didn’t say anything, he stoped waiting for you to say something.

“I haven’t really seen you, you-” before you could say anything he cut you off.

“I know, m’ sorry just been busy..” he spoke looking down at the bike.

You inhaled, busy? Right..

“Have you slept at all? Eaten?” You asked walking over next to him. His body still facing forward at the table with scattered parts.

He nodded, “Baby please look at me..” your words came out as a whisper. Your hand making its way up to his face covered with dirt and grim. His hair covered his face.

His eyes slowly meeting yours “Lets go home.. just you and me. Let me help you, because I promise you you’re not alone.”

His face leaned into your touch, he knew he was avoiding everyone, you. He hated avoiding you, he missed your touch how you held him, comforted him. But this wasn’t his home.

“Cant.” He spoke his hand touching yours.

“Daryl you cant hide out in this garage forever, even though I know Aaron and Eric enjoy your company.” You joked slightly.

“I need you right now D’, just as much as you need me.” You said your head falling on his shoulder. You missed his smell as bad as it was you where used to it, it was him. You had spent almost every moment with him, besides when you could stand him when first meeting at the farm. As soon and you both got to the prison something just kinda flipped.

All the runs you both went on together, the stupid arguing. The protectiveness both of you had for one another. You both were strong, equals even, yet in moments like these you both were weak. You’ve seen him cry just as mush as he’s seen you. You were separated from eachother for a while after the prison, but found each other in the end. You both always found a way back to one another.

He let out a sigh “fine..” his tone low and shaky.

You looked up at him. With that you both left, your hand in his. Entering the home you felt him tug on your arm pull your body to his. His strong arms wrapping around you holding you tight he didn’t say anything just held you. The two of you leaned against the door with him just holding you.

“Why dont you join me for a shower..” you spoke earning a groan from him.

You laughed looking up at him, “I know, I know but i think it would be nice then we get to sleep in no worries just us. Alone.” You voice whispered.

You meet his eyes through his hair, you felt his body push off the door you going with him. A laugh escaped your mouth as you ran up the stairs to the bathroom. You could hear him taking off his belt and shoes as he walked through the hallway entering the door way in just his pants, he sat his cloths on the outside of the bathroom. Looking up he watched you start to undress.

His eyes scanned over your body the scars you gained over the year the subtle bruises from your clumsiness. He walked up behind you unclipping your bra. His lips brushed against you bare shoulder pressing soft kisses.

The warm water ran on him the dirt sliding of his body, getting some soap in your hand you started running you hands through his hair. You nails scrubbed his scalp lightly pulling up the build up.

He let out a soft moan as you worked on the spot behind his ears, “That feel good baby?” You hummed amusingly.

He nodded lightly his eyes closed letting you wash his hair soon rinsing it out. You grabbed a rag that hung over the glass door of the shower. Putting soap on it handing it to the man, Daryl rolled his eye but start washing himself. The rag going over his body cleaning every part and crevices on him the water taking the dirt and soap off of him.

“Look at you all clean handsome.” You smiled running you hand through his hair pushing it out of his face.

“Mmhm, just for ya remember that.” He spoke.

“Mm just for me..”

He looked over you your wet curls lose from the water, your long eyelashes stuck together by the water. He was so in love with you every single part.

As you both got out he couldn’t keep his hand off you. “Dixon you gotta let me get dressed.”

“Why would i do that..?” He mumbled his face in you shoulder his hands creeping up to you cupping your boobs.

You let out a soft groan feeling his fingers mess with your nipples. “I hate keeping my hands to myself when your around, have you seen yourself.” His words muffled as he kissed your shoulders. Your body leaning back into his touch.

You both stood in front of the mirror as he touched you, you watch him as his hand slipped into the front of your underwear teasing you pulling it out quickly detaching himself slapping your ass as he walked out the bathroom door butt ass naked.

You grounded in irritation but found yourself quickly following him out into the bedroom connecting to it.

“Now your following me women.” He teased, pulling a clean pair of boxers on. A smirk on his face as he looked up at you.

“Im not, my clothes are in here to you know.” You spoke pulling on your panties grabbing a shirt pulling it over your head. Looking up you saw him watching you that amused grin still plastered on his face.

“Fuck off Dixon.” You sassed.

“Mon’ ? Tell me what you want..” his words quite teasing you just to piss you off a little.

You rolled your eyes a smile on your face, you only turned away from him. You could feel his presence behind you his bare back pressing against you, your ass resting against his groin.

“What I want… hmm, ya know im pretty tired actually.” You fake yawned turning around looking up at him.

He simply picked you up falling on the bed. His arms wrapped around you as you got comfortable on the bed.

You had him in your arms again no worries, for now at lest you cloud sleep peacefully with him in your arms. His head on your chest you nails scratching his back lightly, you felt him mess with your fingers his movements became slow as sleep came over him. His soft breaths signaling he was finally asleep. Now it was your turn.

This was short but i hope yall like it! Go ahead and request more if you want i have some ideas but would like to hear some of your ideas.

#x black reader #twd daryl #daryl imagines #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl x you #daryl x y/n #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixion x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl x reader #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon x blackreader

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mushrubes · 1 year

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Masterlist | The walking dead Masterlist

Part one | Part three

Requested : No

Song : The Beach - The Neighbourhood

Pairing : Daryl Dixon x reader (No use of Y/n)

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff + angst

Contents : mutual pinning, slightly canon divergent, best friends :)

Word count : 1.5k

Have a great day / night !!

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If I meet you in the middle maybe we could agree

"Na." Daryl shrugged, turning away from you and giving Rick his attention. "Oh, come on! Really, Daryl?" you scoffed, face plaming at his words. "Look, we need as many people as we can get." Rick tried to reason, sending you an apologetic look about Drayl's reaction. The hunter was silent, turning away and continuing to clean his arrows. "Daryl, he needs more people." you repeated, siding with Rick. To be honest, you had been dying to get out of the town, wanting to do at least something.

"Not yer." he continued, turning to now face you, lifting his gaze up to meet yours. Although he had his usual stern and tough expression, you could see the mix of fear and concern both in the way he was looking at you and his reaction to Rick's news. You reached out, hand pressing softly to his bicep. He stayed still for a few seconds before moving his arm, grunting.

It was evident he was still uncertain about letting you help the group out on the run. "C'mon brother, meet me halfway." Rick pleaded, his hands on his hips as you tried to think of a possible solution. "Meet us halfway, Dixon. I'll come with you instead of Glenn's group, and help you." you suggested, seeing him immediately get less tense.

"Fine."

You make me feel little how you're looking at me

"What was yer thinkin'?" Daryl raised his voice, pacing back and forth as you sat in the chair. While you had been on the run, there happened to be more walkers than the four of you had anticipated, resulting in all of you having to rush out as Abraham came up with a quick resolution. When getting out of the building, you had been too concentrated on surviving and didn't realise the long, deep gash on your shin, the sprained ankle making it harder for you to walk. His leather jacket was currently tied across your leg in a makeshift bandage, as best as he could, trying to stop the bleeding even the smallest bit.

"Stop looking at me like that." you mumbled, his intense stare putting you off. You stared at the ground, legs dangling off the seat. He didn't mean this rant harshly - you knew that. He was concerned about you getting hurt, but the looks he gave you when this stuff happened, it made you feel small and weak. The fact you relied on him made you feel guilty, but this, on top of everything made it worse. "This is why I don't want yer out." he grumbled, missing the broken look on your face. "I can't jus' babysit yer every time!" he lectured, biting his tongue as he saw your eyes gloss slightly.

The door opened, footsteps getting closer before the person appeared. Carol walked in, tentatively looking between the pair of you as she could sense the tension. "Everything okay?" she cautiously questioned, walking over and sitting in the chair next to you. You hummed, the floor yet again being more interesting. She looked up at Daryl, giving him a look that read 'We'll talk about this later'. "Daryl was just leaving." you said simply, not giving him a glance. He didn't respond, opening his mouth but then closing it. He walked over, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head and sparing you a glance before walking out.

He was so complicated.

And you can throw me shade, all it does is just cool me off

"Okay, what happened?" Carol asked, putting the tray into the oven as Daryl took a seat on the barstool opposite begrudgingly. "Had a go at 'em. It was a stupid thing to do." he shrugged, acting as if it were no big deal. She turned to face him, leaning against the side with her arms folded in her chest as she sighed at him. "Daryl." she warned, trying to help him calm down. She walked around, pulling the stool next to him out and sitting down. "You can't fool me." she whispered, brushing the hair out of his eyes and frowning as she saw his eyes get glossy.

"I was there." he groaned, holding his head in his hands as Carol's hand rested on his back, rubbing up and down comfortingly. "It wasn't your fault." she assured him, but he didn't believe it. He never did. No matter what happened or who it was, if something happened to anyone that he was with on a run or anything, he immediately felt guilty, like he had failed at protecting them. It hit even harder with you, swearing to himself to always keep you out of harm's way even if that meant putting himself at risk. Carol stood up, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"They'll pull through." she assured, getting up and leaving him with his thoughts.

First it just threw me off, now I'm just moving on

Sitting down in the chair, he placed the flowers Carol had asked him to bring on the bedside table. His knee bounced anxiously, taking in your peaceful figure. Luckily, the damage hadn't been too horrid. You had a few stitches on your leg and your ankle should be okay in a day or so. Eventually, you moved about, fidgeting in the bed and stretching which broke Daryl out of his stance. "Mornin'" he spoke, nervously waiting for your response. You froze for a second, soon smiling as you realised he was there. "Hey." you smiled weakly, turning to face him.

Silence swept over the room for a few minutes, the pair of you debating over what to say or do. Your hands had intertwined at some point, Daryl's grip slightly hard as if you were going to fade away otherwise. Your thumb rubbed up and down comfortingly as he snapped out of his thoughts again. "'m sorry." he mumbled, his voice cracking slightly as you chuckled. He was normally very stubborn, reluctant to apologise but by the way he was acting and the evident proof of the lack of rest he had gotten, you knew he felt bad.

"It's fine, Daryl. You were just looking out for me." you spoke, seeing him perk up slightly as he realised you knew how he felt despite him not having to say anything. "Did you get any rest last night?" you asked, frowning as your hand cupped his cheek, heating up slightly. "Na. Was worrin' bout yer. I should've got yer out." he grumbled, still accusing himself for the state you were in.

"Hey, it could've been worse." you lightly joked, moving over and tapping the side of the bed to signal for him to lay next to you. He didn't argue for once, complying with you and carefully lying down, not wanting to knock your leg. "It wasn't your fault." you whispered, caressing his cheek as he pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand. "Jus' want yer safe." he huffed, his eyes full of adoration.

"I'm always safe with you."

Fallin' again, I need a pick-me-up

"Be safe." you pleaded, handing him his crossbow after he pulled his vest on. "Don' worry bout me. I'll be back later." he assured, kissing your temple before walking over to the other group, making you chuckle as he turned into his usual 'tough' self, threatening one of the other's as he made a comment about him. "What's going on with you two?" Rick asked, holding Judith in his arms as she played with some of his hair. You turned towards him, raising an eyebrow. "What?" you questioned, feeling yourself get flustered.

"Oh c'mon, everyone can see it." he huffed, smirking at you as Michonne walked out, humming in agreement. "Not wrong." she grinned before heading down the steps, greeting another person. "What about you two?" you huffed, trying to change the topic but he stopped you. "I asked first." he chuckled, handing Judith to Carl who walked back inside with her, probably going to feed her. "Nothing." you sighed, turning to where the group was, watching Daryl get onto his bike.

"That's a lie. I've known you forever and you've never looked at anyone like that." he argued, making you sigh as you knew he was right, not able to argue. "He doesn't feel the same Rick. Leave it." you grumbled, not wanting to dwell on the subject any more than you already did. The hope building inside of you, the head or cheek kisses Daryl gave you before he left you alone, the hugs and moments shared between you - it was platonic. There was no way he would feel the same as you did, you were so sure of it. "He doesn't treat us like he treats you. Not even Carol." he tried to assure, knowing it wouldn't be much help.

You were in love with your best friend, but there was no way he'd ever know it.

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smutinlove · 10 days

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Can u do carl grimes angst

after glenns death, negan has an impact on carl and y/n so they have very bad angst every day then negan notices and makes the situation worse so like he makes y/n try to k1ll carl to make her feel guilty

IM SO SORRY

"Rage Filling-up Semi-trucks"

You could still remember his face, Glenn's face. His sad and pleading eyes looking at his wife, Maggie, as he said the words, "Maggie—I'll find you." Those were the finals words that he spoke, those words haunted you and everyone.

Carl wanted to kill Negan, he hated him for what he did to both Glenn and Abraham. Both were strong and honest men who were loved to the moon and back. And now they were gone. And what really was the icing on the cake was that Negan would come by Alexandria and take resources, leaving the Alexandrians with barely anything.

And this enraged everyone.

You sat on the sofa, feeling helpless and miserable. You wished that he wasn't gone. Glenn was a father that you never had and always wanted. He was the light of your life. You didn't know how you were going to spend the rest of your life without him.

As your thoughts spiraled into a tornado, Carl walked by, his hair was dripping wet. He must've gotten out of the shower. "Are you okay?" asked the boy hovering over you.

Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you fucking okay?

Simply, no. You weren't. "Do I look okay, Carl? Do I fucking look okay? Glenn was a father to me. He was my best friend too. And now he's gone and I'll never seen him again!" You yelled with the force of a hundred thunderstorms. Your voice was unshaken.

"I miss him too! It's not just you, okay? I loved Glenn. He was family! I miss him all the time, every waking moment, I yearn for him." Carl replied.

He was right. It wasn't just you that missed him. Everyone missed him. Everyone who was present at the lineup missed him. Glenn was someone that was unforgettable. He changed and saved lives, including yours.

"Fuck. Congratulations, Carl! You were right, again! You're always right, aren't you? You and your smug smile," you scoffed. "Y/N, don't. Don't do this to me," he pleaded, his eyes watery, bringing you back to the night filled with terror.

"Fuck you for being right. Fuck you for being you." You ran out of the house, tears pouring down your cheeks. You couldn't believe it. He was being an asshole.

You heard a loud rattle of metal. "Rick, come on out! Let me in, baby! I need my shit now!" An all too familiar voice yell. Negan wasn't supposed to come for another week. Well, that's Negan Smith, the murderer of Glenn Rhee and Abraham Ford. So, you couldn't expect much from him anyway.

You watched as Rick went over and opened the gates of Alexandria. Negan, along with his crew, came in. "Woah, Rick! This shithole stinks. You ever use a bit of Febreze every now and then?" Negan joked.

You couldn't stand looking at him. You wanted to kill him and rip both his eyes out. But you needed a better plan. A plan that would guarantee Negan dead.

You went back inside and saw Carl putting his gun into his holster and a switchblade in his boot. You glared at him. You hadn't forgiven him yet.

It was definitely too early. "Y/N."

"What?" you replied.

He went closer to you, "Come on, we can kill that motherfucker together."

"You know what I want to do? Yeah, I wanna torture him. I want to rip his eyes out and cut his tiny little dick off. Then, I wanna bash his skull in like he did to Glenn."

Carl tilted his head.

"Y/N, we can do that together."

"No! Fucking no! I'm doing it alone. I don't want you with me. I'm not fragile. I never fucking was!" You yelled. You pushed him away.

"Y/N, you can talk to me."

"But do you listen? You just make it about yourself. Always trying to relate to make ME feel better. God, fuck you." you slapped him.

You went into the kitchen and opened a cabinet, you pushed away few boxes of stale cereal and grabbed the undocumented guns and knives. You picked a pistol and a switchblade.

You hid the switchblade in your boot and grabbed a holster from a different cabinet and put it on and tucked your gun in there. You adjusted your shirt, letting it hide the gun.

As you started to leave the house you said, "Carl, don't you think about following me."

You left, slamming the door. As you made your way down the porch, you heard someone call your name. "Oh, Y/N Rhee! It is Rhee, right? That's your last name."

The way your name rolled off his tongue, gutted you in a hundred ways, all ending with the same thing. Rage.

Y/N Rhee. He called you Y/N Rhee. Rhee. That was Glenn's last name. And he was using your name to ridicule Glenn's.

"Fuck you, Negan," you muttered.

He heard it. "Woah, the little miss can bark."

You looked around, no one was around. Not Rick, not Carl, not even Negan's goons. You discretely lifted your shirt up and grabbed the gun. You cocked the gun and ran to him, tackling him to the ground.

You put the gun to his forehead.

"I know you're sad. I've felt that pain before."

"No! You don't get to tell me about said. You do not get to do that. You're a monster. You are the fucking devil, Negan. And I'm ending it for you. Not tomorrow or later. But today."

Negan chuckled.

"No, you won't, dear. You're too pathetic and weak," said Negan.

It wasn't true. He was wrong. You had a strong will to kill him. And there was nothing preventing you to kill him. Nothing. You already had your finger on the trigger. You just needed to put a little bit more weight and he'd be bleeding out on the hot and rough ground, staining it.

"Do it. I dare you."

You couldn't. You got up and tucked your gun back in your holster.

"You know, you should never have your finger on the trigger if you're not ready to shoot. Have you ever even shot someone?" He asked.

You had. A few times. To you, those people you'd shot before were meaningless enemies. But to someone else, they were family.

"Yeah."

Negan nodded and sat next to you on the porch. "You know, kid, I'm sorry," Negan said with a smile.

"No, you're not," you replied. "You know that boyfriend of yours, Carl, right?"

You nodded.

"I heard you two fighting. Y'all were fucking loud! And I gotta say, that sounds like a fucked up relationship. Maybe It'd be better if he's dead." Death is something we all near each year and yet we try and stray far from. But now you had the opportunity to do it.

It'd be better. You two fought a lot. "Think about it, Y/N. It'd be freeing," and with that, he left.

You went back inside and grabbed your switchblade that you'd tucked in your boot earlier. Carl sat on the sofa, he looked angry.

"Oh, hey, Carl," you called out. "Hey, Y/N, listen, I'm sorry."

Everyone was sorry, but did they fucking mean it? No.

You charged at him and pushed him off of the sofa. You pinned him to the ground and brought your blade up to his throat.

"Y/N, don't do this."

"Stop telling me what I can and cannot do!" You yelled.

You brought the blade closer.

"I heard everything Negan said!" He blurted out.

You looked away, mortified. You listened to Negan Smith. You actually let him get inside your head. With that thought, tears streamed down your cheeks. "I'm sorry, Carl," you said.

You tossed the blade aside and the two of you got up and hugged each other.

"I let him get into my head. I let him... I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry."

"You don't have to be. Negan is just another fucked up, psychopath with parental issues who murders innocents for fun."

You laughed.

It was so fucking true.

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hey, whats up?? anyway.. i havent written in a long time so i decided to grace yall with my presence. HAHAHAH

anyway could yall tell i was listening to all too well and because i liked a boy?? HAHAHHA there are so many silly little references.

anyway send me more reqs!!

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janetsboys · 2 years

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The test

warnings: teenage pregnancy, emotionaaal, fem!reader

A/N: don’t know where i got the idea of this but i love carl so much i can’t stop writing about him so here you go my fellows carl stans

summary: fem!reader is Glenn and Maggie’s adoptive daughter, you are really late on your periods after starting to get sexually active with your boyfriend, Carl. You get worried so you ask someone you really trust to go to the pharmacy with you, in the need of a test.

english is not my first language, be kind <3

Getting pregnant in an apocalypse was certainly not smart, you all lived in Alexandria for months now, it became home.

You started having doubts when you missed your periods twice in a row, you absolutely needed a pregnancy test.

Carl just lost his eye and got back to sleeping in your shared room, your parents allowing you to share a room since you’ve never been separated since childhood. They warned you about unprotected relationships but a bit too late.

You opened your eyes with one thought, convincing someone to come with you on a run to catch a pregnancy test. You turned your head to see Carl still sleeping.

It suddenly made you feel so bad, seeing him sleeping peacefully after everything that happened lately, you know you’ll have to announce the pregnancy and stress him a lot during months. You’re really scared of his reaction, maybe he won’t love you anymore or some other stupid thoughts.

You’ve seen him with Judith for years now, the thing you’ll never have to be worried about is how he takes care of the child cause he’s been the best big brother to Judith and took care of her like no one ever did. You actually thought often of him as a father when you saw him and his little sister, thinking how wonderful he would be with his own child.

You dressed and left the room, coming down the stairs seeing Rick in the kitchen holding Judith;

“Well, hi (Y/N)” he said surprised to see you awaken so early. “Hi, Rick” you kiss Judith’s forehead before taking a snack on the table, putting on your jacket to leave the Grimes house.

You were extremely anxious, you felt your body reacted weirdly, you kind of already knew you were pregnant you just needed confirmation.

Of course, you were way too young, what if Carl doesn’t want to raise a child? What if the child will hate you for forcing them to live in a messed up world? What if Glenn and Maggie get mad and disappointed in you? What if Rick gets mad and disappointed in you?

All these scenarios kept happening in your head, you were a child having a child, it felt wrong. After all, you had a safe home and a loving family so, nothing to really worry about but still, you were dying overthinking this whole situation.

You get into your parents house, knowing Glenn is always up early. You get in the kitchen seeing him sitting at the table, drinking a coffee as if life was totally normal.

“Hi, dad” you say, making him flinch, not expecting you to be here. “Hey, (Y/N), you scared me, what are you doing here?” he laughed as you got near him to kiss his cheek.

“I really need you to come with me on a run, i don’t feel so good…” You didn’t know who to ask for this, you hesitated a long time, thinking in your bed before going to sleep.

Maybe you could’ve asked Daryl but he had to go outside with Aaron, you didn’t want to tell Abraham or Sasha being scared of them telling your parents or something like that, anyways, you only thought of the most supporting person in your life, Glenn.

“Oh, uhm yes we can go, what do you need?” he questioned, really confused. This was not a (Y/N) way to act, he knows you all too well.

“I’ll explain later, can we go like- now?” he didn’t want to harasse you with questions because he noticed how anxious you were, playing with your ring, hesitating on your words, he didn’t want to scare you.

He nodded and put his drink in the sink before putting on his shoes and opening the door in a painful silence. You were both asking yourselves so many questions. He’s worried about you acting so strange and you’re worried about telling him.

Spencer opens the doors of Alexandria, letting you pass, allowing you to take one of the small cars. You get into the car, still not saying a word.

“So…Do you need something particular?” he said, watching the road, “I don’t really know…I just know we should go to this pharmacy we saw the other day.” you say, trying to act normal as you watch your shoes.

Luckily, the pharmacy wasn’t far away from Alexandria so you didn’t have to beat about the bush longer.

“Here we are” he opened the door, “It’s great because Denise wanted me to take some medicines, i took her list with me.” He said, smiling at you, trying to make you comfortable.

He’s so sweet with you, you see how much he wants to just know what the hell is going on but he just waits.

You smile back at him, entering the drugstore, he goes away to find the 3 things on his list, also taking care of the walker that was inside.

You go on and search for pregnancy tests, you see baby products, diapers, bottles, pacifiers…seeing this gives you immediate pain in the chest, your anxiety rising as you find 3 pregnancy tests, you take one in your hands, trying to decide if you’ll hide it to Glenn or tell him.

“Oh god-” you hear behind you, you flinch, not knowing Glenn was right behind you, shit. You turn to look at him, he tilts his head with a look full of compassion.

As soon as you look at him, you start crying, he steps forward to take you in his arms, he has to process the information really fast to be able to comfort you. He definitely wasn’t expecting that, he probably thought you were still a virgin.

“I’m so sorry, dad” you sob into his chest as he rubs your back, letting out a sigh, “It’s gonna be fine, it’s okay” you made a good decision asking him to come here with you.

You both sat on the window sill, as you wait for the test to tell if you’re pregnant or not, he needs answers now…Meantime you of course did the test.

“Does Carl knows?” he gently asks looking at you as you avoid the eye contact, ashamed of yourself. “No…I don’t know how to tell him, I’m 99% sure that it’s positive.” “We’ll see, don’t worry” he’s himself scared but he believes in you and he knows that no matter what, you’ll be fabulous.

“It’s my fault…I don’t know how i’ll tell everyone now?” you say, “We will take care of this, i promise you, it’s always stressful then when the baby’s there everyone is happy.” he laughs, wimping off your tears.

You turn the test to look at it, without a surprise, it is positive.

You look at it in disbelief, “Hey, (Y/N), does grandpa Glenn fits me?” he says, taking your hand, you turn to look at him, a tear falling from your eye, you let out a laugher, “Yes, be careful you’re gonna grow gray hair.” you laugh as he takes you in his arms again.

“I’m going to kill Carl.” he says, kissing the top of your head, “No you won’t” you laugh, “Yes, you’re right, Maggie is gonna kill Carl.”

You then got back home, truly stressed but relieved that your father knows now. You’re sort of happy and excited about being a parent, you know you’re good with kids but being a parent involves so many things. So many really stressful things.

“I’m scared of telling mom, would you tell her?” you ask your dad, you know Maggie will never hurt you but you’re scared that she’ll be disappointed in you for some reason. Glenn accepted to tell her after asking you multiple times if you were sure you didn’t want to tell her yourself.

When you got back to Alexandria, you got to your house, going upstairs, Carl had just changed his bandage in the bathroom, still adjusting to his new handicap.

“Hello, missing lady.” he says, smiling at you, walking towards you to give you a quick kiss, you said hi back, “Where were you? I woke up in a empty bed.” he asks you, putting your hair behind your ear. “I got out on a run with my dad this morning.” you responded, trying to say it with a not too shaky voice.

“Oh, is it because you feel bad for some days now?” he looks so worried, “Yes but don’t worry, I-I am fine-” he looks at you confused, waiting for explanations.

You sit on the bed, ready to tell him. He stands here, looking at you closely.

“I did two tests at the drugstore this morning. I am pregnant, Carl.” you finally let out this painful secret. He is in shock, at first he doesn’t react so much, then he walks towards you and sits on the bed, you take him in your arms, he is in pure shock.

"How-I mean-” he stuttered, with a teary eye. “We didn’t protect ourselves the first times…I’m as surprised as you.”

“I’m sorry, I, don’t really know what to do-” he is totally panicked. You know how he lost his mother, it must be hard to process this information.

“It’s okay, calm down, we’ll be fine” you wipe the tear off his cheek, trying to comfort him softly. It is a big change in your life, it will be hard of course but that’s it.

You cross his look, then he smiles, you’re surprised, he starts laughing nervously, taking your hand “(Y/N), this is insane, it always happens to us, huh?” you laugh back, still sobbing a bit, “Oh god, I don’t know what we’re going to do but i know it is going to make our lives harder but better.”

It’s now his turn to take you in his arms, you then need a long talk;

How you’re dealing with it, what you need for the baby, if this is really what you want. “Are we gonna tell the others now?” he asks, stressed. “I think we need a bit to adjust, my dad knows and he’ll tell my mom. Maybe we should tell Michonne and Rick at the same time then for the others, maybe reunite them tomorrow…” you respond, confident.

“You decide, chef.” he kisses your forehead, agreeing to your plan. He needed a little bit of time to face his fears.

You then left for your parent’s;

As soon as you crossed Maggie’s way in the house, she dropped the freshly washed shirts she had in her hands to run to you, “Are you okay, sweetheart?” she asks worriedly, she knows and apparently she already had a long talk about it with your dad.

“I’m okay, i’m sorry mom” you apologize, feeling the tears coming again. “Gosh you should’ve asked for protection (Y/N)…Don’t apologize, now that it’s done it’s done. You told Carl yet? Is it even Carl’s?”

You laughed hearing her question “Yes it is mom, who would it be? I told him today…” “I hope he reacted well because i’m gonna kill him if he didn’t.” You know that when Glenn told her she got angry at first and then he pacified her, explaining the whole situation.

That night you got to your room, finding Carl crying, he didn’t expect you to come back to the room at this moment, “Carl…Are you okay?” “I’m fine, i’m fine, don’t worry” He wimped his tears off his face and let you lay with him, in a spoon he asks you “What are we going to do when you’ll have to give birth?”

You immediately understood he cried of overthinking, bad memories came back.

“We have Denise. We don’t have to worry about this right now, let’s see how the pregnancy goes, if we get to giving birth, i’ll be okay.” He holds you tight, a hand rubbing your stomach.

“Hey, (Y/N), i really don’t want you to think i’m not happy, i love you, i just need some time to process the info, i’m here for you and i’m sure i’ll be the happiest dad.” he whispered as it was late, when you heard this, you had some kind of a relieved feeling, you were so happy to hear this.

“I love you too, Carl.”

This was definitely too many emotions in one day. You surprisingly fell asleep pretty fast. When you woke up, Carl wasn’t in the bed, you got up and dressed up. You got downstairs to see Carl, Rick, Michonne and Judith all standing there.

“Hello, everyone.” you smiled, trying to guess if he already told them. They all said hi to you, Carl kissing you before whispering to your ear “I think we should tell them…”

He held you, an arm around your waist, “Well uhm, dad, Michonne, Judith, we- we have a big announcement to make right now-” he started confident then got cold feet.

“I’m pregnant.” you said opening your arms like “surpriiise” Michonne raised her eyebrows, eyes widened in shock. She stayed silent.

Rick almost dropped Judith from his arms hearing this, getting flashbacks of him allowing y’all to share a room…

“You- you are-” he stuttered trying to keep his mind…Michonne grabbed his arm “Oh god- Carl, (Y/N), you are two dumb teenagers, we need to talk for a second-” she took Rick with her in another room, Rick giving Judith to Carl for a second.

You both looked at each other, “I think they’re just- confused, it’s fine…” he tried to stay positive, looking at Judith with a not convinced smile. “You’ll be an aunt, Judith!” he told her.

She didn’t even know what the hell was going on she just cared on playing with Carl’s hair that got in her face when he kissed her forehead.

You were silent because of the stress of his parents’ reaction when they got back in the kitchen. “First of all, we’re not mad at you, we’re just really shocked, we know you’ll take care of the child. Are Glenn and Maggie aware of this?” Michonne asks, taking the comments because Rick was still dealing with the information.

“Yes they know.” you answered, a little smile on your face. Rick got forward and took Carl in his arms, he loves his son so much, he’s actually excited about a new born but he’s of course really anxious. Knowing Carl is very young, knowing maybe tomorrow Alexandria won’t exist anymore, that something could happen to you or the child.

Michonne looked at you with teary eyes, smiling, she also took Carl in her arms, he’s also like her son, she’s also scared of what could happen.

Rick hugged you while Michonne hugged Carl. “It’s gonna be alright.” he said, holding you head, rubbing your back. You’re so thankful to have Michonne and Rick in your life.

“So, do i look like i’d make a good grandpa?” he says, smiling at you before rubbing his eyes, sighing at his own sentence.

Carl laughed, looking back at Judith, “I think she’ll be a great aunt.” he said before looking at Rick and Michonne. “Oh yes she will, she’ll never let anyone approach her nephew or niece.” Michonne said laughing as she held your hand.

These were not expected reactions but they were the best you could’ve had. Of course the same day, Rick and Michonne got to Maggie and Glenn to talk about this madness.

Your mission was to tell everyone. You managed to somehow reunite the group in the Grimes’ house, you were so nervous before entering the room Carl had to calm you down.

“It’ll be fine, they’re gonna be all happy!” he reassured you, holding your head with both of his hands.

“You realize they’re gonna look at us and imagining us having sex, right? It’s embarrassing, Carl!” “No they’re not! I mean- maybe but then they will all smile and say congratulations and every classical pregnancy shit!” he tries to comfort you…

“If Abraham makes a joke, you owe me three chocolate bar.” you say with a frown.

He laughs “Come on” he takes you to the room, everyone is sitting there, confused. Glenn giving you a big comforting smile, Maggie looked at you with a kinda proud face. Rick and Michonne too, they were excited of seeing everyone’s reaction.

“Okay so, everyone, this was not expected for any of us but, I am pregnant.” you drop the bomb, making a tense smile as Carl adds “Surpriise!” opening his arms.

Sasha literally gasped as if she was watching a movie. You never saw Daryl surprised before, he raised his eyebrows before looking at Carol, she looked back at him, also surprised, letting out a nervous laugher.

Gabriel made the biggest smile you’ve ever seen “Wonderful! God bless!” he said, Rosita looked at him raising an eyebrow, she didn’t seem so surprised. Eugene didn’t even change his usual facial expression he just randomly said “I knew before you even said it.”

“Am i the only one so fucking shocked, oh my god!” Tara said, she’s the own that imagined you having sex and got traumatized by the image. Abraham laughed LOUDLY with a dad laugh.

Aaron smiled with furrowed eyebrows looking at everyone around him.

You looked up at Carl, “I think it got pretty well?” you tell him, laughing, “It’s not that bad.” he responds, kissing your forehead.

You all started a mini family party, celebrating this weird change in your life…

“I didn’t even know you knew what sex is-” Tara told you before Glenn interrupted her “I think we all know, thank you Tara.”

You walked towards Abraham and Carl with your dad,

“Hope you’ll name the baby after me.” he said pushing Carl’s shoulder with a proud look. You knew he made a dirty joke before saying this, you whispered to Carl’s ear “You owe me three chocolate bars, handsome.”

Rosita and Eugene were talking together with Gabriel, you got to them “Congratulations, (Y/N), i wish the best for this baby!” “Thank you, Father Gabriel” it actually got to your heart that Gabriel was so proud of you.

You hugged him before Carol, Daryl and Sasha reached you. “All my courage, kid.” Daryl said smiling at you before kissing your cheek, he’s always been like an uncle to you.

Maggie came into the little talking group, “I bet the baby will have Carl’s beautiful hair.” Sasha said laughing, “I’m sure the baby is going to get out of here wearing long hair.” Carol laughed with Sasha as Maggie put her arm around your waist, lying her head on your shoulder.

This is a freaking happy moment. You love them so much.

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thank u for reading this quick made post <3

maybe i’ll write about dad carl🥳

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x you #reader insert #the walking dead #twd carl

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hazza-bear-care · 10 months

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Try Again

After his return to Alexandria with Daryl in tow, Negan learns a dirty little secret.

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of abuse and neglect, typical Walking Dead details.

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Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Little pig, little pig! Let me in!" Negan called over the fence, Lucielle slung over his shoulder.

The sound of creaking metal echoed around the citizens of Alexandria as the gate opened, a convoy of trucks rolling into the center of town. Saviors hopped out of the trucks, scattering themselves to give their leader the backup he required. Negan sauntered to the front of his group, a smirk gracing his lips as he took in the sight of Rick and his people cowering at them.

"Hey, Rick. How ya doin'?" Negan asked, once again perching his bat over his shoulder. Rick nodded. Another smile grew across Negan's face as he turned his head to whistle, Dwight appearing with Daryl in tow.

From where you stood behind Rick, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of Daryl: He was wearing dirty sweats, the letter 'A' spraypainted in orange across his chest. His already grimy appearance had worsened by 10, with his greasy hair matted to his forehead, a dried river of blood flowing from his nose to his lips. He was squinting in the sunlight as the baggy shirt hung from his slim frame, a black bruise circling his left eye.

Your feet moved on their own, stepping beside Rick. He held his arm out in front of you in order to stop you from moving any closer to where Negan separated you from your boyfriend. Rick and Negan exchanged words while your own thoughts were swimming around you in a hurricane of emotions. You didn't realize what was happening until you were suddenly in Daryl's arms, wrapping him in a hug he so desperately needed. You ignored the stench that was rolling off of him and the filthy clothes he was wearing, asking him if he was okay in hurried whispers.

"NO! DARYL!" You screamed as someone pulled you away from him by your hair, throwing you on the pavement and back at Rick's feet. When you were finally released, you turned onto your hands and knees only to be met with a barbed wire covered bat. You were positive you could still see chunks of Glenn and Abraham's flesh stuck under some of the wire as you followed the bat's length up to Negan's face.

"Well! Lookie here boys! Daryl's got himself a fine piece of ass!" Negan called over his shoulder, sending a swift kick to your stomach. You groaned in pain and rolled back onto your side, missing when the bat turned its focus to Rick who was going to help you up. Another kick met your ribs as you shamefully tried to crawl away. Negan knelt down to make eye contact, wrenching you up to his face by your hair once again.

"Negan..." Rick started, stepping closer to you and Negan in an attempt to defuse the situation.

"Don't get any closer, Rick. We're about to have a conversation." Negan replied, glaring at you with a sickening smile. You gulped heavily as you stared at the face of the man who killed your friends, kidnapped the man you loved, and was close to beating you within an inch of your life.

"I don't take pleasure in beating pretty women like you, sweetheart, but if you ever try that shit again, you and Lucielle are gonna have a girl's day. Do you understand me?" Negan hissed, pressing his lips to your ear to accentuate every word he spoke.

"Yes." You answered softly, silently willing yourself not to cry in front of the terrifying man above you.

"Good. Now get up." Negan said, dragging you up by your hair and throwing you at Rick, who caught you quickly.

"Hold this," Negan said, thrusting Lucielle into your hands as he sauntered further into town.

"Are you okay?" Rick whispered, wrapping you in a quick yet comforting hug. You nodded, looking down at the heavy bat that sat in your grip. The red tinge to the barbed wire and the wood underneath made your stomach churn, the meager breakfast you had eaten threatening to make an appearance as you felt bile rise in your throat.

"Well? You going to show me around or what?" Negan called, watching as you and Rick turned to walk towards him, the bat in your hand shaking. You stood in between Rick and Daryl as the three of you followed Negan as he ventured further into Alexandria, taking stock of everything his people were dragging out of the homes you and countless others had tried so hard to make comfortable and welcoming. A man approached Negan, a video camera in hand. Negan pressed play and a disheveled Rick was staring back at him. Negan turned to taunt Rick about his looks before running a hand down his own stubble and muttering something about shaving.

"What do you think, sweet cheeks? Think I should shave this piss poor excuse of a beard?' Negan asked, sending a smirk your way before his attention turned back to Daryl. You hesitantly also looked at Daryl, and if looks could kill, Negan would be dead already and their problem would be solved.

"I don't care what you do." You quietly murmured, looking back at Negan with a glare. Negan smiled and winked, turning his attention back to Rick until Gabriel popped up. While Gabriel and Negan spoke, you shot another glance back at Daryl, who had his own gaze fixed on you as well. Your chin wobbled as you stared at your boyfriend, half of your heart placed on Earth.

"I'm sorry." Daryl mouthed at you. You nodded your acceptance, attention returning to Negan as he asked Rick where the guns were.

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Olivia whimpered as Arat dragged her up in front of Negan, tears streaming down her face in fear.

"We checked inventory, two guns are missing: Glock 9 and a .22 bobcat." Arat said, shoving the composition book under Negan's nose so he could check for himself.

"You're two handguns short, Rick. Find them. Or else, Olivia's brain will paint the town red." Rick scurried away leaving you with Negan.

You opted to stand beside Olivia, rubbing a comforting hand over her arm as she continued to bawl next to you. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her blubbering, not seeming to care that you were in the same boat just a few minutes earlier. You could feel eyes on you, looking up and meeting Negan's eye. He smirked once again.

"You look hot holding Lucielle. I never caught your name though, Princess. Wanna fill me in?" Negan asked, running a gloved finger down your cheek. You resisted the urge to pull away from his touch and bit your lip.

"Y/N." You choked out, your voice sounding foreign to your ears.

"Y/N... A beautiful name for an equally beautiful girl. Now, tell me Y/N, how did you end up with that sack of shit over there?" Negan asked, pulling you under his arm and turning you to face Daryl who was seething at the thought of Negan touching what was his.

"He kept me safe when no one else would. Protected me from people who wanted nothing but to hurt me. People like you, Negan."

"Well, look at how well that turned out, Princess." You could hear the smile in his voice as he responded.

"I would trade places with him in a heartbeat." You spat, wrenching yourself out of Negan's grasp as Rick reappeared with the missing guns. He threw them into the truck with the rest of the arsenal.

"Now that you've seen we can follow your rules, I'd like to ask if Daryl can stay?" Rick asked, his jaw clenched in desperation.

"Well, well. You hear that, Princess? Your wish is about to come true!" Negan called to you over his shoulder.

"What do you mean?" Rick asked once again, looking at you over Negan's shoulder.

"Y/N here said she'd switch places with Daryl in a heartbeat. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

You swallowed, making eye contact with Rick long enough to nod before looking back at your feet. You heard a sigh from somewhere beside you, and you didn't have to look at him to know Daryl was the one it came from.

"You can't have her." Rick replied.

"I don't know, I think that's a fair trade, Rick! You get Daryl, I get his pretty little fuck buddy. She'll be kneeling for me in no time." The queasy feeling in your stomach returned at the words Negan used.

"Y/N, you can't do this." Rick said, only to be met with silence.

"Hold on now, let's give her a chance to plead her case! Y/N?" Negan gestured, allowing you the platform to speak.

"He's right, Rick. I don't bring anything to the table. I can't protect you, this place, as well as everyone else can and has. You don't need me." you argued, ignoring the smile that spread across Negan's face. Rick looked at you with disbelief and betrayal.

"Y/N, you're stronger than you think you are," Rick said, defending you with words rather than actions.

"Then I guess it's time for me to figure that out in my own way, Rick. I'll go. Daryl stays." You finalized the trade, staring deep into Negan's eyes with an unwavering glare. Negan gazed at you with a smile, before throwing his hands out to his sides.

"Seems like the decision's been made, Ricky! Dwight, make Y/N comfortable. She's got a long ride ahead of her." Negan ordered.

"Wait!" You cried, ripping your arm out of Dwight's grasp. Negan turned to look at you expectantly. "May I please say goodbye?"

"Only since you asked so nicely, Princess. You have two minutes. Alright everybody, let's roll out!" Negan answered, removing his bat from your grasp and tapping his wrist before watching you turn your attention to Daryl.

"Y/N, you don't have to do this." Daryl whispered, leaning into your touch as you raked your hands through his tangled hair.

"Yes I do, Daryl. But I promise you, I will find my way back here. Back to you, okay?" Daryl nodded briefly before pulling you into his arms again, but this time, kissing you. Daryl's kisses always managed to take your breath away, but this one was different. His lips moved against yours in a way that was hopeful, but sad, very much a kiss goodbye. His tongue slid against your bottom lip before pushing past your teeth and making out with you like his life depended on it. Your hands wound into his hair, his following suit. You both pulled away breathless, wrapping each other in a hug that was so tight you were sure you'd feel him the entire way to the Savior's compound.

"Time's up, Princess. A trade's a trade, and if you don't get in the truck, I'll bash Daryl's head in." Negan called, breaking you away from the comfort of Daryl's arms. With one more kiss, you turned to Negan, following him to the truck, He stuck you in the middle seat, draping Lucielle across your lap as he turned to bid farewell to Rick and the rest of Alexandria with a promise to return in a week. He then climbed into the passenger seat of the truck, squishing you between his hulking frame and the driver.

As the convoy of trucks rolled out past the gate, you couldn't help but watch as Alexandria grew smaller in the view of the side mirror. Negan's hand brushed your thigh as he leaned in to get close to your ear.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll be a dream team before you know it."

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Stick with me at all times

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • They/Them Pronouns • People come and go, family is forever. Even when it’s found. Even when it’s lost. There is always someone sticking by you through the chaos. • ANGST/SFW • TW: Canon Violence / Injuries / PTSD / Depression / SH Scars / Talks about Past Attempts

Requested by: Anon

“Stick with me at all times” you would say that growing up and enforce it now that the world ended. It annoyed me Abe. It annoyed me a lot because for the most part, you didn’t trust me.

Never did I think ever…that I would miss those words coming from you

“Stick with me at all times, alright?” Abraham states a bit harshly towards them given the hell they had just endured in Terminus.

“Yeah yeah whatever..” They brush him off and left to double check to make sure they weren’t being followed by anybody that could’ve survived Terminus.

“You gotta lay off Abraham, or they’ll leave. Again” Rosita emphasized her point on that last bit knowing damn well if he flips, they’re gone.

“They bicker like their parents. But she doesn’t look anything like the small one” Glenn whispers to Maggie as she immediately elbows him. “What?”

“You don’t gotta be blood related to be family, besides. Abraham has to be their dad right?”

“We’ve been with them for a bit now and it’s still a bit confusing.”

“Y/N Ford is Abraham Ford’s younger sibling.” Eugene of course startled the two along with a few others at his abruptness. “I don’t understand the point in whispering about it”

“Because we didn’t want to be rude, Eugene.” Glenn sighs having to get used to his forward self. “We’ve gotta find somewhere for the night”

Carol lead the group to the house she had Tyreese coop up in while she went to save the others. The sight of Rick and Carl reuniting with his baby sister Judith, made Abraham instinctively wrap his arm around Y/N’s shoulders pulling them in close.

“Ours was a bit more hellish”

“Don’t remind me Abe”

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“Gotta protect Eugene at all cost” Abraham states cleaning his knife after taking out a few walkers to clear their path.

“Then why are we in this infested cul-de-sac. What is here that is so important?” Rosita frowns following Abraham’s lead with Eugene quickly trailing her looking around them.

“The best packrats I fucking….” Abraham stops talking when he approached what used to be the picture perfect nuclear family home with the white picket fence and everything…has been broken into and partially burned. “Fuck. FUCK” he ran into the place instantly.

“What in the hell is going on?” Rosita enters after Abraham seeing him frozen in the middle of the place. “Abe—-“

“ROSITA ABRAHAM!!”

Abraham immediately snapped out of his thoughts and ran as fast as Rosita did to find a random figure pining Eugene to the ground aiming their arrow to his head. Rosita instantly took her gun out aiming it at the stranger’s head.

“Lower your we—-“

“Y/N Ford!”

The stranger instantly lowers their weapon turning toward Abraham who forced Rosita to lower her gun.

“Could you kindly—-“

“Fuck off!” They snap, getting off the guy and immediately approaching Abraham removing their mask. “You’re an asshole, yknow” they continued getting closer and right as the younger Ford got into punching range, they did exactly that.

“Hey!” Rosita split the two right after Y/N got him square in the face. “What the fuck is your problem?!”

“HE FUCKING LEFT ME”

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Y/N pushes his hand off their shoulder taking in the temporary happiness where they can get it before continuing to follow Rick’s lead.

The group set up camp for the night and Daryl of course took the first watch. But he expected to be alone and not find someone he barely knew sitting outside the camp.

“Are you the army one’s kid?”

“I’m not even a kid. Or his kid.” Y/N snaps, soon immediately forgetting it and cowering. “Sorry. I’m just his little sibling.”

“Mm” Daryl sat with them in more awkward silence before striking again. “Were yea with him since the start?”

“Imma need a name before you ask shit like that”

“Daryl”

“Y/N, and no I wasn’t. I was with our parents after…uh. Something when I was enlisted so I had to go home and deal with shit. Then the world ended” Y/N couldn’t help the uneasy feeling crawling up their back as they quickly stood to their feet and when they did, Daryl noticed it.

“Could be somebody—“

“Tracking us. Gotta let your friend know” Y/N finished his sentence walking back inside the camp.

It didn’t take the group long to find the skittish priest and inevitably his safe house being the church he preached at. The group found themselves settling in once again temporarily and Y/N kept to themselves again just within the four walls.

“You okay?” Rosita joins Y/N in the pew they found purchase in. The two had gotten a bit close since they’ve met. Even with the rage introduction.

“It’s weird being around this many people again”

“I get that, but if it makes you feel any better. I trust them. Not as much as your brother but. Yknow”

“Abe is talking about continuing the DC trip…part of me wants to stick with my brother. But I’m done trying to find a cure. I don’t…even entirely believe it” Y/N frowns messing with the tip of one of their arrows.

“Would you rather stay with them? It is your choice. You’re not a kid”

“Abraham only sees me as a little kid. Always has”

Rosita frowns watching them tense to the sound of the floor boards creaking whenever someone took a step. That lead them to take a breather outside as she was about to follow when she just decided they’ll need it.

She never expected Y/N to get roped up in the search for Beth.

“Did you mean to drag them with us?”

“They’re alright.” Daryl shrugs, guess the bitchy first impression struck him. “They’ll keep an eye out for us and vise versa”

“Alright. Now come on” Carol took lead once the three got into the city. She knew a place for them to hide out in without being sought out for, if such was happening.

The story was retold back to Michonne and if Abraham was there, he would be blaming Daryl for what happened. Even the new guy Noah.

Neither of them expected Y/N to do what they did though.

“I don’t think handcuffing me to the gurney is going to help you in any way”

“This is a hospital, there’s no prison. We don’t know where to keep you and Dawn doesn’t have a job for you yet”

“Like I know who the fuck that is” Y/N snaps at the cop on his way out as they were handcuffed to Carol’s gurney. They didn’t leave her when the cops hit her with their car. Noah stopped Daryl and when he tried to stop Y/N, he failed in doing so.

Part of them…couldn’t leave her behind.

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“What do you mean left yea behind? I had a wife and fucking kids. I ain’t gonna live with mommy and daddy forever like—-“

“I didn’t…you thought I did that on my own free will? Not everybody wants the picture perfectness of life. I only followed in your footsteps because that’s what dad wanted. Both kids following his legacy. I did it…until it broke me” Y/N frowns hating the aching feeling of remembering something that brought a whole lot of pain while struggling to piece itself together. “You…just. Didn’t show up. You were always there when I was a kid. But when I really needed you…I had already fallen off the edge”

It didn’t click at first. Because how could you be forward about needing to be committed for your own safety after trying to take yourself out of the equation of life? It’s hard. Telling that to someone you looked up to.

And that’s what broke him. Yeah, life moves on. You’ll get through this. Was what he thought in the moment, when their parents did call to tell him what happened. Abraham didn’t think that they would need him the way that they did.

“I’m not going anywhere anymore”

“Now how can I trust that?”

“Yea stick with me, at all times. I ain’t leavin’ yea anymore”

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Even if they keep straying away.

It wasn’t a fair exchange. They’re both adults. With different agendas in the apocalypse. But deep down Abraham needs his last bit of family and Y/N needs to know that they’re never going to lose him. They both need to open themselves to more people.

Abe did that.

And Y/N is trying.

“You alright?”

Daryl snapped out of his thoughts spotting the youngest Ford looking down at him with the same unreadable look that could mean a whole lot of things to everyone around them.

“No”

“At least you’re honest” Y/N brought themselves to sit beside him staring at the barn he had found when taking a walk from the group. Wanting to be alone.

“Why’re you here”

“Why are you?”

The silence that grew after that made it clear he was affected by what they saw in the hospital. He didn’t like to show how he felt around others.

“You didn’t know’er and yea cried just as hard as her sister.”

“Before y’all made the deal, I was handcuffed to Carol’s bed and then just handcuffed in her room cuz there’s not jail cells in the hospital. Beth would hide out in her room. We talked. And I met someone…that understood what I felt at the start of all this mess. Then it was ripped from me” Y/N shrugs hugging their legs close to their chest feeling the anxiety build up inside them like times before as they hid their face from his gaze. “Everything good gets taken from me…”

“Same here” Daryl frowns staring at the ground for a moment. “Lost my brother. Yeah he fought for the wrong side at first, but then he died for the right one. He annoyed everybody. Annoyed the fuck outta me. But he was still my stupid big brother. Would do anything for another second with his bitchass”

“I’m afraid of losing my brother…just don’t tell him that. Cuz he’ll just hover”

“Ain’t it his job to worry about yea?” Daryl looked at them for some kind of change in their expression. But it was weird. Seeing that same blank expression that he carries, on someone who shouldn’t have to deal with a world like this. “What happened to yea before the world ended? Clearly you weren’t peacefully hunting and then a walker came out of nowhere”

“The end of my freedom.“ Y/N leaned up against the tree frowning. “Heard Rick’s story from his son. Woke up from a coma to the undead and then the magical reunion for a lifetime with his now dead wife and now annoying teenage son. I wish I was in a coma. Instead of coming home with compression bandages and hearing how much of a disappointment I am the second before—-someone set a fire on my childhood home to get the walkers away”

“Jesus fuck” Daryl scoffs taking out another cigarette from the pack he snagged and before he could even think about offering, Y/N took the one he had in hand right away. “Damn. Didn’t even offer”

“You would’ve right?”

“Nah. I’ve been told I’m selfish”

“From what I saw earlier, that’s a fucking lie” Y/N laughs taking out an old zippo they’ve only used for emergencies and lit the cig for themselves. “Don’t tell my brother. I’m still a baby in his eyes”

Daryl crossed his heart as a promise and brought back the silence between the two. It occurred to him that they find a sense of comfort with him and part of him wants to protect that. Like he couldn’t with Beth.

After the rough storm in the barn and the reveal of the mystery man in the shadows, the group found themselves following this guy named Aaron to a place behind walls. Reminded half the group of the prison era and the other half of the old world with gated communities.

Y/N stood before the gates with the rest of them feeling the tightness in their chest grow thinking about all the things that could go wrong. That the second they heard Daryl whistle, he knew that got their mind off what’s inside there. He approached them resting something in their extended hand. It being a rubber band.

“Wear it, and whenever you’re anxious. Just snap it” Daryl states snapping the rubber band once Y/N had put it on their wrist. Next thing you know, he’s taking out a possum before the gates opened up for them.

Interviews.

Job placements…

Parties?

A whole lot of the old world expressed itself through this community and not everybody was having it.

“Daryl”

The archer looks up from his spot on the porch to lock eyes with the ex-marine standing before him watching him struggle to find his wording. Guess they both have that in common.

“Y/N likes yea, so I need a favor”

Forward. Daryl nods setting the arrow he was working on down beside him.

“If anything, and I mean anything happens to me. You’d stick by them”

“Always”

It wasn’t a binding contract, Y/N is their own person. But having someone look out for them other than himself, eased Abraham’s anxieties. Especially in the end.

“My mother... told me... to pick... the very... best... one... and you... are...” Negan smirks stopping his bat right in front of Abraham’s face. “…it”

The sound was muffled. All there was was buzzing. Pounding. The fear rushing up their spine that Negan clearly saw when saying what to do if anybody moves or says a word. Next thing that happened was Y/N watching Lucille meet their brother’s skull.

“Oh! Look at that!” Negan laughs after the first hit letting Abraham rise to look at him. But his attention was more on the shock expression resting on his sibling’s face. “Taking it like a champ”

“Suck…my…nuts” Abraham spits out and that was his last words.

Y/N watched as Negan continued.

Blow…after…blow…

The blood…

The scream that wanted to escape their throat and failed…

Negan continues to laugh, happy to the fact that he brought pain amongst those he thought deserved it. He turned slowly toward Y/N seeing the tears roll off their cheeks and the hesitation their body had trying and wanting to cover their brother from any more pain but there they knelt frozen. Only to flinch like the rest when he swung his bat too close to them, just to get Abraham’s blood splattered on their face.

“Love tearing families apart” and right after he said that, Daryl quickly lunged socking him square in the face. Only for him to be pinned to the ground next.

Daryl fought against them at first but when he kicked eyes with Y/N’s, watching them shake their head slowly. Pleading with their eyes for him to stop. So he did. But both feared that his fate was next.

When the next death was Glenn, and everybody was falling apart at that moment. The next actions only brought pain and anxiety to force Y/N back into a corner of their mind they thought they were safe from. Y/N tried to speak out when they watched a few men grab Daryl forcing him into the back of the van, but nothing came out except for a straggled scream that they so desperately wanted Negan to hear when he killed their brother.

The group kept their distance when they watched Y/N crawl over to Abraham’s body and Maggie struggle to walk to Glenn’s. Maggie knelt by her husband’s corpse not wanting help to take care of him as Y/N laid themselves over Abraham gripping onto his jacket not saying a word.

“Y/N…we…we have to move his body” Sasha frowns kneeling besides Y/N resting her hand on their back watching their whole body flinch. “Y/N…”

“Hun…” Rosita frowns watching Y/N lift their head to look at her and all there was was pain in a neutral expression.

Numb…

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“Yea like having your brother back?” Daryl asks Y/N as the three of them were scavenging a small station after finding a truck full of supplies.

“Yeah, even if everybody thinks he’s my dad”

“Well anybody would be lucky to have you as their kid” Rick adds entering one of the few buildings as Y/N stuck with Daryl examining the tipped over vending machine.

“Rick’s right yknow”

“How?”

“You’re hella smart. Know a good knot to secure arrow heads. You’re always watching out for everybody. Know what to do in immediate crisis. If yea didn’t, Carl would’ve probably lost more than an eye. Have a good eye when searching for certain things. I don’t know. Very apocalypse focused but. Hey I’m proud of yea for the shut you’ve done. Even if we only met a few months ago”

Y/N couldn’t help the smile in the moment.

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Oh how he misses that moment

Maggie went to the back of Hilltop where they buried Glenn and Abraham. Expecting to be alone. But she couldn’t help the worry that stirred when finding Y/N laying in the dirt right beside their brother’s grave wearing the jacket he had worn the night he died. They’ve been there since they buried him. They scream at everybody who asked if they were okay, because they weren’t. Maggie brought herself to their side seeing their cloudy eyes lock onto her as she sat on the ground beside them.

“How long has it been?”

“About a week, you ain’t cold at night?”

Y/N shook their head immedieatly hugging themselves for a moment as Maggie moved herself to lay down.

“You…uh….Never mind”

“Y/N, I’m here for you” Maggie reassures that negative thought striking them currently as they tugged at the rubber band on their wrist.

“Could…Daryl be alive?”

“He’s a fighter”

“my brother was a fighter…and…” They stopped everything they were doing and let the painful tears resurface as Maggie carefully took one of their hands into hers even if their body tensed to such. “I feel selfish…for laying here…stuck in my head…when both Rosita and Sasha are trying to avenge him…as I just…want him back. Want…Daryl back to tell me it’s alright instead of thinking he’s dead too…and now I’m feeling even worse”

“If the next thing outta yea, is about me. How you feel bad for feeling what you’re feeling. While I also have lost someone close to me. Imma kindly tell you to shut up” Maggie scoffs squeezing their hand as they squeezed back. “We’ve got each other. We’ll…always feel this pain but we’ll always be there for the other. Even if that means laying in the dirt for a while longer before fighting…and Daryl? The guy talked about you like you were his little sibling. Knowing him? We all need a drive to keep goin’. And he’s gonna fight to get back to his family. You need to keep living to see that”

“Can…can you stay with me a little longer?”

“I’m sticking with yea for however long you need me”

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“Stick with me at all times, alright? I don’t trust this place either” Daryl states watching Y/N nod before going to Michonne when she called for them a second.

Maggie watched the two from the infirmary trailer steps for a moment as she smiles when Daryl caught her watching. He walks over thinking she had something to ask of him but instead-

“You’re protective of them. It’s cute”

“Shut it. I’ve heard that three times today”

“Oh yeah? Who else” Maggie smiles patting the spot beside her as Daryl sat down leaning back.

“Michonne, that Jesus guy thought I was also their brother”

“Well…aren’t yea?”

“What?” Daryl looks at her confused when her happy expression was already clear as day.

“We’re a family Daryl. You are especially a big brother to Y/N Ford and I don’t think they mind it either. They wanted their family back when this hell all started and they got a whole lot more than just Abraham”

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“Is…Y/N dead?”

“No?” Jesus laughs, he fucking laughs. He wasn’t there when Rick told Negan that both Maggie and Y/N died because of what he did to their brother and her husband. Daryl wanted to kill him right then and there, didn’t care if he was a lackey in that moment. He wanted to strangle the life out of him for killing his kid indirectly.

But when the doors to Hilltop showed Maggie alive and relieved to see Daryl alive as well…

She knew what she had to do.

“Take it easy alright? They’re still back at that line up…they don’t…they ain’t okay.”

Daryl frowns wishing he had fought more to stay with them instead of being whisked away by the Saviors to the hell called the Sanctuary. He follows Maggie to where they buried the two and saw Y/N laying on the ground. Still frozen in that state of mind of wishing what happened didn’t happen. Maggie left him to be alone with them, even if she wanted to see the look on Y/N’s face…

When Daryl came into view causing Y/N to suddenly lunge forward hugging onto him as he was trying to kneel down slowly. Making him stumble into the dirt.

“Stick with me at all times alright?”

“Ain’t going anywhere, kid”

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catt-leya · 2 years

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Touch Me Pt. 3 (18+) || Rick Grimes

After all the slow burn, I've finally landed back with my favourite task👉🏼👈🏼💗

I'm happy to say: dirty talkkkkk ❣

I can feel the smile on his lips against my neck as he whispers softly, "Don't forget to breathe."

Angrily, I want to squirm out of his arms, but then when he breathes a kiss on my neck, I really do forget to breathe.

As quickly and unexpectedly as the kiss was, he also lifts his head again and pulls me further.

It's such a strange hot and cold game with him that I get whiplash and in between just can not assess how serious he actually means it. But my body doesn't seem to care about that and goose bumps form on my arms. As I look up at him, it's clear that he's noticed my reaction to him and knows how treacherous my body is.

His arm rests heavily on my shoulders as he points his chin forward, "You're welcome to join the others if you really want."

This asshole, knows full well that I'm not going to avoid him and I hiss, "Oh just shut up."

I hear him quietly tease, "I knew you would." But as I'm about to retort something, the church Gabriel was talking about comes into view and the group waits for Rick to take the lead again and distribute the tasks.

Slowly his arm slides off my body and he slowly looks around the area, "Daryl?"

I look to the man Rick called and catch him watching me before averting his gaze and turning to Rick.

Apparently I'm not all that uninteresting to him, only I'd like to know what's going on in his head.

I'm far from enjoying the trust to be sent into the church as well, so I'm not offended when Rick makes me wait outside before calling the rest of us inside as well.

I walk up the stairs beside Maggie and she nudges me lightly from the side, "Do you think he has wine there?"

I hadn't thought of that at all and I grin broadly at her, "That's something we should clearly ask about."

In fact, we walk right up to the priest and I can hardly believe it myself when he pulls out a few bottles of wine from a storage closet and brings a smile to Maggie's and my faces.

The whole group arranges itself on the floor of the church and in the middle we put everything edible and drinkable.

Squeezed in between Maggie and her husband Glenn, I lean against the bench behind us and enjoy the glasses of wine Maggie keeps pouring for me and herself.

Everyone is drinking and laughing and I can't imagine leaving the people here and when Maggie slurs lightly, "You have to stay with us, understand?"

Giggling silly, I nod and she falls around my neck, causing me to stumble slightly, for which I blame the wine.

Glenn lets out a soft "Ufff" and then groans in agony, "Shit, you guys are totally drunk."

Laughing, I try to crawl out from under Maggie, only succeeding when she sticks her tongue down her husband's throat, and crawl toward the opposite side of the aisle, still laughing.

Of course, my eyes linger on Rick, who is sitting on the edge looking up at Abraham, who is waving something around.

I crawl towards him on all fours and the closer I get to him, the more aware I become of how beautiful he is, which is only made more obvious by the alcohol in my blood and the candle flickering.

Unintentionally, "You're so beautiful" escapes my lips and with a furrowed brow, Rick turns his face to me, "Thanks, but I think you're a little drunk."

I scramble the last few feet over to him and plop down inelegantly on my butt next to him, "A little maybe, but I always think you're super duper pretty."

Rick doesn't even bother to hide his grin, "Super duper pretty? You're drunk, Honey."

I playfully want to punch him in the upper arm, but miss and fall forward where he catches me and my upper body is pressed against his and I mumble, "Stop calling me that."

He puts his hand on my back and presses me even closer, which pleases me more than it should and I rest my head on his shoulder.

In a raspy voice he asks, "How much have you had to drink? Be honest."

Absently, I unzip his jacket and slide my hand underneath. He doesn't stop me or comment on it and waits for my answer, "I only had a couple of glasses. I promise."

When I have alcohol in my blood, I always get very physical and even now I have a hard time holding back. Rick is just too warm and inviting that I can't help but press my nose to the back of his neck and softly breathe, "I'm tipsy."

I feel him take a deep breath and his hand on my back slides a little lower until it stops on my butt and I am tempted to breathe little kisses on his neck.

My body is glowing from the inside and yet I still want more of his warmth and when he drops his head against the bench behind him, he allows me free access to his throat and I claw my hand into his shirt under his jacket.

I spread wet kisses on his neck and lick from his ear to his collarbone over his pulse.

A sound escapes his throat that makes me whimper softly and I slide my leg over his so I can grind against his thigh and I moan against the small hollow his collarbone make.

My hand on his stomach moves further down and when I get to his belt he grabs me by the wrist and growls, "Get up."

Completely out of it, I yip, "What?"

More gently than I expected, he pushes me off him and repeats, "Get up."

Eyes wide, I stare at him, unable to believe he turned me down, and he can probably read exactly what I'm thinking on my face, because he hisses, "You can jerk me off outside, but I don't think you want to do it here in front of everyone, do you Honey?"

Eyes huge, I shake my head, but my legs don't obey me, so I let Rick pull me up and with his hands on my hips, he pushes me toward the door.

Behind us, I hear Maggie call out, "Have fun, sweethearts."

Yes, she is definitely drunk and I am too grateful that Rick is keeping me steady on my feet.

Giggling, I stagger in front of Rick and probably whisper too loudly, "Are you fucking me now?"

Groaning, Rick grabs me tighter around the waist, "Just be quiet for a second."

The loud whistling behind us makes it clear that the others have heard me and my shame is no longer there as I say loudly again, "You're definitely not going to want me to do that later."

Maggie shrieks, "Oh my God," and I feel like I've landed back in my college days, which actually weren't even that long ago.

Rick doesn't seem to take a breath until the big door slams shut behind us and mumbles under his breath, "You're going to regret this tomorrow."

I push his hands off my hips to turn to him and wrap my arms around his neck, "I don't think so."

I push up on my toes and go to kiss him, but he pushes me back on my heels by my shoulders and says, "You're drunk."

He's not wrong, but I'm also not so drunk that I don't know what I'm doing. It's more that I'm just braver now.

Offended, I push my bottom lip forward and his eyes linger on my lips as I beg, "You said I could jerk you off outside. Please let me do it."

All color drains from his face and he responds breathlessly, "I wanted to get you some fresh air. Otherwise, you would have been inside jerking me off."

I can't stand on my tiptoes, but I can press my belly against his cock, which clearly wants me.

A low moan slips from his lips and I purr, "You have no idea how good I am at this, Rick. You can't even imagine how much I want to get on my knees for you."

I lick my lips and his cock twitches against my stomach, giving me the reassurance I need, but he shakes his head, "I don't want you doing anything drunk, Honey, and I'll probably kick my ass for saying it."

Ignoring his words, my hands slide off his neck and I slowly get to my knees. When he realizes what I'm doing, he snaps his eyes open and grabs me by the armpits, "No, no, no. Don't do that."

The alcohol makes me feel needy and I beg again, "Please, Rick. I want to feel your cock in my throat so bad."

To himself, he moans, "The hottest woman in the world is begging you to fuck her in the mouth and you're doing the moralizing and saying no. No one will believe you."

With his strong arms he pulls me back to my feet and puts a finger on my lips when I try to say something again.

Immediately I fall silent and probably tomorrow I will be totally ashamed of it, but I open my lips and take his finger between my lips. I'm so horny for him that I can't stop myself and suck on his finger.

He moans, "Fuck," and as I slide my tongue along the length of his finger, he pulls it out of my mouth and says hoarsely, "Let's make a deal."

Skeptically I raise an eyebrow and Rick continues, "If you tell me tomorrow, sober, that you still want this, then I'll fuck you however and wherever you want. But in return, you go to sleep now and don't offer me any more blow jobs or I'll get blue balls."

Obviously I can't get him to do anything today, not even if I would be dancing around naked, and in fact it increases my respect for him immeasurably.

So I nod and ask, "How do we seal the deal?"

Gently, he puts his hand to my chin and leans down to me.

Waiting, I open my lips and his breath hits my lips as he breathes, "I think that's appropriate."

And then presses his lips to mine.

Uninhibited, I moan into the kiss and willingly grant him entrance into my mouth.

Growling, he pushes my head further back to kiss me deeper and I feel like I'm being impregnated by him from that alone.

His hands are so close under my breasts that I tremble with anticipation and when I think he's just thrown the deal overboard, he pulls away from me and I barely recognize his voice as he says harshly, "So you're going to sleep now?"

Speechless, I nod and put off my wet center until tomorrow before actually letting Rick lead me back inside without resistance.

The fact that he pushes me in front of him doesn't surprise me, because he wants to cover his erection somehow, and I'm busy explaining to Maggie with hand signals that nothing has happened.

No idea if she understands, but as soon as Rick has me in the place where I am supposed to sleep, I lie down and because of the wine I fall asleep the second Rick puts his jacket over my body as a blanket.

To be continued…

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