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topazy · 2 months

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Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Daryl Dixon × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood

Chapter: 3.06

Merle was trying to intimidate you by dragging his blade across the metallic table in front of you. The screeching noise caused you to flinch. You had spent the last couple of hours listening to Merle interrogate Glenn, beating him senseless for information, but not once did Glenn break. His actions solidified your reasoning for refusing to tell him anything; you’d rather be tortured than tell him anything.

You were being kept in a bricked-up building; the white paint on the walls has begun to peel off with dampness, and aside from the one door leading in, there was no other exit for you to escape out of.

Standing in front of you, Merle cocks his head to the side and says, “That shirt you’re wearing belongs to my brother.”

“How observant.”

“He gave it to you?”

You roll your eyes and say, “Yes.”

“He ain’t usually one for sharing.”

You say nothing back. Your people would have figured out something was wrong by now, and your brother would have come up with some plan to find you and Glenn. Even if Rick has started to lose his mind, this would force him back into reality.

“Listen, sugar tits. I don’t want to hit a girl, but I will if I need to.”

It’s difficult for you to comprehend that Daryl and Merle are brothers because the older Dixon was so vile in comparison to his younger brother. Merle begins to rant about Rick, Glenn, and T-Dog leaving him on the roof in Atlanta to die. While Merle shares his version of events in which he’s the victim, you manage to loosen the tape bounding your wrists behind your back.

You don’t let anything Merle says rile you up, until he mentions Rick one too many times, and it causes a wave of anger to wash over you.

“All I want to know is where my baby brother is and where that goddamn sheriff is so I can make the son of a bitch pay!”

Using your free hand, you punch Merle in the face; the unexpected blow causes him to stagger back. When he’s stable, he pulls his gun out and hits you in the face, causing blood to pool from your mouth. It takes you a few seconds to register that blood is not just coming from your lower lip; you bring your hand to your mouth and feel that a bottom tooth is missing.

Merle jolts forward and clenches your cheeks with his hand. “Do you have any idea who you’re fucking messing with, girl?”

You smack his hand away. Glaring at him, you say, “I’m Lily Grimes, and when my brother comes for us, I’ll make sure he takes more than your fucking hand this time!”

Merle tenses them out of the room.

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Your tongue becomes numb when you bite it so hard in an attempt to hold back tears. Since you told Merle nothing, the governor has tried to pry information out of you with various threats. When that didn’t work, he forced you to strip off all the top half of your clothing. When you crossed your arms over your chest to try and cover yourself, he just laughed at you.

The governor was now dragging you roughly by the arm to another part of the building, with Merle and another man leading the way, each of them holding guns in their hands.

You gasped in shock at the sight of Glenn's severe beating upon entering the next room. Blood streamed from his ears, nose, and mouth, while bruises marred his face. His left eye was so swollen that he could hardly open it.

“We’re through with games,” the governor says, pulling out his gun and pointing it at your head. “Now, one of you is going to give up your camp.” When you don’t answer, he lets out a dark chuckle. “No? Let’s see if this gets you talking.”

Feeling a sudden, sharp pain in your lower leg, you stumble forward. One of the men had sliced your calf with a knife. You spit blood from your mouth out onto the ground. “I’m not going to tell you sadistic fucks anything!”

When the governor raises her hand to strike you, Glenn blurts out, “The prison.”

The governor lowers his hand, and Merle asks, “The one near Nunez? The place is overrun.”

“How many?”

When you don’t answer again, the governor points his gun at Glenn. “You have until I count to three, Miss Grimes. One…two…”

“Eleven,” you sob.

“Eleven people cleared that whole prison of walkers?”

You nod.

Enraged, the governor places his hand on your back and pushes you to the ground on his way out. As you weep, Merle and the other man step over your body and out of the room.

Glenn rushes to your side; he tries to help you up, but you refuse since you’d be showing him your bare chest. He takes his top off, hands it to you, then turns around for you to put it on. Once it’s on, you sit upright, and you bend your leg to inspect the bleeding wound. The cut wasn’t big but looked deep.

“Fuck, that looks bad, Lily.” He moves closer to inspect your face. “The governor took your tooth?”

“Merle hit me with his gun.”

Glenn starts to look around for something to help stop the bleeding. The room you were locked in reminds you of the wooden shed in your garden that Shane used to leave his unwanted junk in.

The disgusting treatment you and Glenn received pulls at a memory—something you’d tried so hard to keep locked away inside the back of your mind. In between sobs, you say, “Rick will find us; I’m not sure how, but he will.”

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When more of the governor's men, led by Merle, came back to torture you for more information, you and Glenn attacked them with makeshift weapons. One of the men tried to force you to stand; you stabbed him in the throat with the sharp edge of a broken pipe, while Glenn tried to tackle Merle, but you were outnumbered.

Forced onto your knees, a sob slips from your lips. The men were reloading their guns behind you, getting ready to kill you with their execution style. Glenn, who looks terrified beside you, holds your hand. “We’re going to be okay; just look at me.”

“I’m never going to see Jace again.”

“Maggie will keep him safe.”

His grip on your hand tightens as the men approach to put sacks over your head.

“It’s been fun catching up,” Merle taunts.

All of a sudden, there’s a loud bang followed by smoke, which makes it hard to breathe with your head covered. Perhaps this was their cruel way of killing you—gassing you to death.

The sack is ripped off your head, and you’re met with a familiar face.

“Rick…”

Everything is chaotic as gunfire lights up the room, but with the smoke, it was hard to see who was shooting. Rick hooks his arm around you and helps you stay upright as you run from the room.

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As soon as Rick lets go of you to barricade the door, you stumble to the ground. He tries to catch you, but he’s not fast enough. Rick had practically carried you across the street and into a small diner, which luckily had no windows, so hopefully it would give you cover for a little while.

Maggie kneels down and tends to Glenn, who’s leaning back against the counter, while Daryl and Oscar clear the back rooms.

Rick disappears and reappears within seconds, coming out of the kitchen with a tea towel in his hand. Frantically, he ties the fabric around your lower leg, and when you yell in pain, he apologizes, “Sorry, sorry. We gotta get you two out of here.”

“How’s Jace?”

Daryl answers before your brother can. “Aside from missing his mom, the little guy is fine.”

“Carl?”

Rick's eyes soften. “Don’t worry about them right now; they are safe. Everybody in the prison is fine. Lily, Carol is alive.”

Finally, some good news.

Maggie looks over at your brother and says, “Help me get him up.”

Glenn was starting to look a lot worse, with his face becoming more swollen with each passing moment. You’re unaware of Daryl moving behind you until he hooks his arm around your waist and helps you to your feet.

Daryl presses a kiss into your hair and says, “Shit, what happened to your face?”

“I had the pleasure of meeting your brother.”

He steps back slightly, maintaining his grip without letting go completely. “My brother is here.”

“Daryl, this was Merle,” Glenn slurs as blood mixed with saliva dribbles from his mouth.

“It was him; he did this.”

“You saw him?” Rick asks in disbelief.

Glenn nods, “Face-to-face. He threw a walker at me. He was going to execute us.”

Daryl’s loose grip on you suddenly tightens again. “So, my brothers, is this governor?”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “He’s somebody else. Merle’s his lieutenant or something.”

“Does he know I’m with you?” Although it was a simple question, the way Daryl was looking at you made you feel it was much deeper.

“He does now,” Glenn says. “Rick I’m sorry, but we told him where the prison was. We couldn’t hold out.”

“Don’t; there is no need to apologize.” Rick says, “We have a car half a mile down the road, and we need to go now before they find us.”

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The fight to get out of Woodbury, the hellhole of a town the governor runs, was brutal. Someone shot and killed Oscar, and Daryl went missing.

A woman named Michonne waited on the side of the road with you and Glenn. Neither of you were able to walk far, so you stayed while Rick and Maggie had gone back to search for Daryl.

“Lily! Glenn!”

Hearing your brother's voice, you get to your feet and limp over to the tree line. “Rick, did you find him?”

Your brother nods, panting, and he raises his hand. “Now we have a problem here; I need you to back up.”

You see Daryl and smile, realizing that he's alive, but the spark of happiness you feel quickly falters when you see Merle behind him.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Glenn yells, pointing his gun at Merle.

Michonne points her sword at him and says, “He tried to kill me!”

While the rest of the group argues, Merle leans back against a tree, smirking. He was enjoying the chaos his presence caused. You make your way over to him slowly, which amuses him. “Now, sweetheart—”

You cut him off by head-butting him. “That’s for my missing tooth, you asshole!”

“Hey, now, you hit me first,” he argues.

“After you beat the shit out of Glenn!” You go to take a step closer to him, but Daryl holds you back.

“You hurt her?” He barks.

“Oh, I see how it is.” Merle sneers at his brother before turning his attention back to you. “Listen, girly, we both got a few bunches in, but I had nothing to do with you being dragged around topless; bosom’s on show for all.”

Before Merle can say anything else, Rick is on top of him, punching him repeatedly. At first, nobody intervenes, but when the blows don’t stop, Daryl lets go of you and moves to pull him off. “Rick, that’s enough!”

“Rick! Stop!”

It takes Daryl, Michonne, and Maggie to finally pull your brother off of Merle. The look in Rick’s eyes was almost feral, like one you hadn’t seen in years.

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You sit in the passenger seat of the car your brother would be driving back, watching as Maggie, Glenn, Rick, and Daryl have a heated conversation in the middle of the road. Leaning your head back, you squeeze your eyes shut. All you wanted was to get back to prison and hold Jace.

You needed to see Jace, Carl, and your niece for yourself to fully believe they were safe.

When the car door opens, you sigh. You already have a sick feeling about what is about to happen. Without opening your eyes, you say, “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

“They ain’t allowing Merle to come back to the prison.”

You open your eyes to look at Daryl, who’s crouched down to be eye level with you. He appears to be in a state of despair; it's the first time you’ve ever seen him look so defeated. “You surprised me after what he did to me and Glenn?”

“No.”

You rack your brain, trying to find any other solution that didn’t result in Daryl leaving, but there was none. “None of us want you to go.”

“I know,” he says, looking down at the ground. “Merle is coming in and out of consciousness; if I leave him on his own and a walker finds him... He’s my blood; I can’t do that.”

Your eyes cut across the road to Rick, who was patiently waiting. It stung knowing that if the roles were reversed, you wouldn’t leave your brother behind; “we’re your family as well.”

Daryl looks up at you again; this time his eyes are filled with unshed tears. “I just… I need you to know if Merle was able to protect himself. I’d be leaving here to go back to the prison.”

“What about when he’s better?”

“I’ll find my way back to you.”

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umbraastaff · 1 year

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Occasionally, the Starblaster lands in a place that's actually receptive to their dire warnings. On one such world, with their society being accelerated by the Light of Creation, they even began making plans for how to combat the Hunger.

Barry goes to visit a convene a few months into the year, and finds them developing and honing skills they'll need to detect the Hunger - and to fight it when it arrives. To keep its destruction at bay until it follows the ship to the next planar system.

The skills they train are unlike anything he's seen before. Their healing appears as divine as any cleric's, but without the aid of gods - so cutting off the Celestial Plane won't stop their magic. And they fight, too, infusing that same magic into their weapons, powered by the force of their belief. They call themselves Watchers.

Barry trains with them, just the basics. They teach him how to draw power from the force of belief. From the memory of the Hunger consuming his world, and the promise that he'll do anything to stop it consuming others.

Anything.

Lup would do anything. He's sure. They're all incredibly fortunate to have someone like her onboard - someone who wouldn't ever let them destroy a world just to make this easier (and oh, he wasn't there, but he knows he would have been on Davenport's side about destroying the crystal).

He doesn't take the oath. He can see the way it codifies their belief into reality - the way it powers them, makes their souls divine. He wants to be that person, but he isn't. He doesn't put this foreign world above himself.

(But still, the magic takes to him. His senses sharpen to the Hunger's influence, letting him catch sight of the scouts without Blink. He can raise friends from unconscious mid-fight with just enough healing magic. He's dedicated, he believes, even if he won't commit and tie his soul to it.)

For a time, he leaves it there. There's so, so much to do and learn and see on this journey. He stays a level one rogue while Magnus trains up more dexterity and stealth, and he stays a level one paladin too, for now.

On Faerûn, Barry commits hard to an imperfect plan. And when he falls, already dead, from the ship, he already knows - on top of finding her - that he's going to have to defend it.

He's trapped in a cave for months at a time. The thing about plans is it doesn't really take three months to concoct one, no matter how granular he gets (and really, he needs to stop himself getting too detailed - it's hard enough getting his living self to follow basic instructions exactly how he wants). So he takes up other studies in the meantime.

He can't use weapons as a ghost, but he can practice the movements, ingrain the knowledge into pockets of 'muscle' memory. He's no cleric, but he can study their magic, see the ways their spells overlap with that training he underwent all that time ago.

He won't risk asking any god on Faerûn for help with the Raven Queen after him - he's not close with one like Merle is - but he already knows he can pull similar magic from inside himself. And some of the most basic spells look really useful, when he's only ever had wizard spells before.

Even when he doesn't remember, when he's just some guy who couldn't cast a spell to save his life, he feels it: the promise, the belief that drives him. He doesn't remember where he learned to fight, but he knows how to move a weapon like it's a part of his body. He knows when he's really, truly desperate, when his adventuring party of the week is on its last legs, his weapon glows with that fury and hits harder than it ever should otherwise.

He appears in his workshop feeling sick and furious, lightning lashing off him. All he can hear is their voices, so casually dismissing the dead guy they'd found the umbrastaff on.

Lucretia knows too. She must know, and she hasn't done anything about it -- still leaves Taako without the knowledge of just how fucking important that thing should be to him.

He drags himself back to some semblance of composure, ignoring the new burns and cracks he's put in the walls. Lup is out there somewhere. Lup still exists in this world, along with Merle's children and Magnus'... well, extended in-laws, and--

And she wouldn't let them flee this world, not with their families rooted here, and she wouldn't let Lucretia destroy this world.

And neither will he.

He's going to find her. He's going to bring them all together. He just needs their trust, and he's sure some echo of that century will get them to listen to him. He can bring everyone together, and once he does that, they'll find some way through this. They always do.

The bonds that tether his soul pull taut, burning now with divinity in the heart of an unholy abomination. He knows now how to change the shape of his soul, how to let its form twist around newfound power.

On the discipline of a decade's routine, on sleepless vigilance, on undying loyalty, he swears his oath.

This world will not be consumed.

#lv 1: lay on hands & divine sense / lv 2: fighting style & smite & spellcasting / lv 3: oath [vigilance discipline loyalty]#taz balance #barry bluejeans #the adventure zone #mine #writes

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found-family-tournament · 1 year

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Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 17 Group 84

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

Seven Birds: Taako, Magnus, Merle, Lup, Lucretia, Davenport, Barry

Boys from the Dwarf: Arnold Rimmer, David Lister, Kryten and The Cat

Submissions are still open!

Seven Birds:

they literally spent a hundred years becoming a family and lucretia tried her best to protect the but they could only save the world after all of them had been reunited and they LOVE each other they deserve to win this whole thing

Boys from the Dwarf:

Listen. These guys actually canonically have nobody else, the entire rest of the crew of this spaceship died in a nuclear incident which TECHNICALLY was Rimmer's fault. Forced family. Lister is the last human alive, Rimmer is technically a ghost kept alive by technology, Kryten is a robot and Cat is a cat. They live on this massive spaceship yet still choose to spend all their time together, it has been like 30 years at this point. I cannot stress to you how they had the option to leave and go elsewhere in this ship the size of a city at any given time yet chose to stick together after 30 years. Every opportunity any of them has had to get off this godforsaken ship, they have turned down. They would do anything for eachother but also would leave eachother on a random planet without hesitation (and actually have done). They are best buddies, they even have a handsign/handshake.

They’re an unlikely crew but ultimately they’re all each other has. Dave wakes up from stasis as the last human alive and to keep him sane the ship’s computer brought his dead bunk mate back as a hologram. They don’t usually get along but after being all each other has they ultimately need each other and do care about each other. They’re just hard assess about it. Also on board is a humanoid being called The Cat, who is from a species that evolved from a cat that was smuggled on board the ship before the accident that killed the crew. He’s usually self-centred but even after finding his own species again he ultimately decides his home is with the boys from the dwarf. And then there’s Kryten, a service mechanoid with an over-active guilt chip that they rescued from a crashed ship along the way. They’re dysfunctional and complete opposites to each other in many ways, but they are always together in every parallel universe they come across. And even when they do separate to try to do their own thing, ultimately they always come back to each other. They’ll act like they all dislike each other at times, but ultimately if trouble threatens one of them then the rest will band together. Also their dynamic together is just extremely funny.

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mushrubes · 1 year

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The Beach

Masterlist | The walking dead Masterlist

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 : 2k

Have a great day / night !!

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If I told you that I loved you Tell me, what would you say?

His gaze was almost instantly on you, not moving off once as he watched you talk to Shane. He made his way over to the stables, mumbling about something to himself as he carefully opened the gate, undoing the rope that was keeping it tied up to the post. "Hey." you called, making him jump slightly. Daryl nodded, not responding with words as he carefully saddled the horse up.

"You leaving already?" you asked, slightly upset and worried for him. He had gotten back late last night and he'd had at least three hours of sleep - if he slept at all. "Gotta find 'er." he shrugged, his gaze lingering on you longer than it normally did. You frowned, reaching into your pockets and pulling something out while he watched in curiosity.

"Take this at least, so I know you have something." you instructed, handing him the bar as he hesitantly took it, looking back at you. "Be careful, " you mumbled as your hands brushed slightly, making you blush. "I...uh...yeah." he stumbled, lifting himself onto the horse as you helped them out.

Why couldn't he just tell you.

If I told you that I hated you Would you go away?

"Daryl!" you shouted, cutting his rant off. "Go, let me talk to him." you whispered, earning a worried look from Carol as she knew how Daryl was in situations like this. Once you had convinced her you'd be okay, you watched her disappear into the house with the others while you stayed with him. "Whaddya want?" Daryl grumbled, trying to turn away from you but you caught his wrist.

"It's not your fault." you assured, bracing yourself for his next words. He wasn't one to let his guard down easily, so it took some reasonable prying. However, like most people, it didn't always work and could sometimes anger him more so you were cautious with it. "Whatever. Jus' go away, don' even know why yer here, I hate yer." he grumbled, still ranting. You grimaced at his words, aware that he didn't mean it but it hurt nonetheless.

And it hurt him too. He hated it about himself sometimes. With the world having gone to shit, people like you were hard to come by, and here he was, being a dick. Perhaps it was one of the many reasons he felt comfortable with you, although he had never admitted that to anyone. Considering his family life and what he had to endure, never once did he think his life would end up like this. His walls were like a safety blanket, especially since Merle had left before the apocalypse. He'd been forced to toughen up, and now he struggled with letting anyone in. But you were patient, and no matter what, had time for him.

That was most likely why he was confused when you didn't leave him after he had said the words. You had stayed right by his side, sitting with him whether he opened up about what was bothering him, whether he apologised or let you in - it didn't matter. Too consumed in his thoughts, the pair of you were now sat on the porch stairs, not sharing words but still there for each other. The usual inches between the two of you were gone, bodies next to each other.

And when he intertwined his hand with yours, you didn't pull away.

Now I need your help with everything that I do I don't want to lie, I've been relying on you

His face softened as he realised it was you that called his name. "Come on a supply run with me, please? The only other option is Shane and..." you paused, Daryl wasting no time in getting up and putting his knife away before picking up his crossbow.

"C'mon." he assured, squeezing your shoulder as he walked past. He let you talk to Rick as he made his way to his bike, waiting for you on it. He chuckled as he watched you climb on, hesitantly wrapping your arms around his waist. "I don' bite, y'know." he teased, moving them further so your grip was tighter.

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"I'm sorry for dragging you out with me." you sighed, walking around the building, looking for any supplies that you could bring back. Daryl paused, holding the jar in his hand as he turned to face you. "'m fine." he answered, putting the rest of the jars in the backpack as you sighed, not believing him. "You were out looking for Soph, it's selfish for me to bring you on runs with me all the time just because I rely on you." you huffed, sitting on the bar stool as you waited for him.

Truthfully, he would never let you know that he enjoyed the fact you always asked him to come with you. Knowing that he brought you security and a feeling of safety was all that he needed. Besides, you were friends, you'd do the same. Although it wasn't in the same way, he relied on you too in his own ways. You kept him sane, and calm when everything or everyone got too much for him sometimes. You (and Carol) were helping him realise that there was still good, he was safe to open up about his emotions if needed - it was okay to show them.

So in some ways, he relied on you just as much - he just hoped it was based off the same feeling.

Fallin' again

It had been a few months since the farm now, and the group of you have settled into the cleaned out prison. No one could ignore the world (the walkers were a constant reminder), but despite the building, there was a sense of normality in there. Even though it was nothing major, it felt like home, like the group had become a family. But perhaps, that had been due to certain people.

Daryl was sat at the table, eating the food that Carol had cooked with her while he watched the rest of the group interact. Specifically you. Carol smiled to herself knowingly as she watched him, his face gentle compared to normal. You were sat with Carl and Judith was in his arms, giggling as the pair of you made faces at her, taking it in turns to make her laugh.

He felt his cheeks heat up as you looked up, meeting his gaze as he was too late to look away. Instead of making the usual comment you'd make, digging at him, you moved to the side slightly, letting him have a better view of Judith before whispering to Carl. "Little Asskicker says hi!" you grinned, moving her arm in a waving motion as Carl held her upright. He shook his head, trying to hide his smile.

He was falling hard whether he liked it or not.

I need a pick-me-up

"Carol?" you called, looking in each cell you walked passed, looking for her. "In here!" she called, peering her head out of the cell that was one over. She opened her arms, letting you give her Judith, happily putting her into the box that was being used as a makeshift crib. The handwriting and doodles on the side made you chuckle, knowing Daryl had been the one to make it. "Do you know where Daryl is?" you asked, leaning against the frame.

"Is he not on the perch?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he normally sat on his mattress if he wasn't on duty. You shook your head as she looked at the table that was pinned to the wall. It was Glenn's turn to be on watch so he shouldn't have been in the watch tower either. "I'll ask Glenn, no worries." you sighed as she nodded, giving you a quick side hug.

Quickly, you moved down the stairs, looking around as you found people sitting in their little groups. "Maggie! Do you know-" you spoke as Glenn approached and cut you off, knowing what you were going to ask. "He's out on watch, and insisted on switching with me." he shrugged, a slight concern evident on his face. You thanked them before heading out, pulling the sleeves of your sweater down to warm your hands as you cursed the weather.

"Dar?" you frowned as you finished climbing up the ladder, seeing him sitting against the wall on the outside, knees folded up. He didn't say anything, looking up at you before staring back off into space. You sat down next to him, not prodding him to tell you what was going on in his head. The silence didn't bother you too much, letting you process everything that had happened. Maggie and Glenn being kidnapped, finding out Merle was still alive, meeting Michonne, Andrea being with the guy that was on your asses for the prison.

A choked sob came from Daryl, shaking his figure slightly. "I'm here." you whispered, moving your arm as he slowly moved, his knees coming down. You turned to face him, carefully wiping his tears away as he tried to calm down, internally cursing himself for being weak. He knew it was okay, that he was safe with you but there was always something just telling him it was wrong, that he was weak for it.

"I...I found Merle." he confessed, his voice cracking as you felt the colour drain from you. When he mentioned Merle the other times, whether it be stories or when Merle was with the group at the start, there was still a certain hint of some sort of joy in his voice or something, having a family member and his brother, his blood with him. But this time, it was pure pain, something clearly happened. And with the current state of everything, it wasn't exactly difficult to figure out what he was referring to.

"He was one of them. I...he lunged at me and I had to...to stab him." he got out, hands in fists as you ran your thumb up and down his hand. "Daryl.." you gasped, tears welling up yourself as you looked at him. He wasn't the nicest admittedly, but he was Daryl's family and he was important. If he was important to him, then you had a tolerance for him. Guilt swarmed as you wished you had gone with him, despite his protests anyway. "He sacrificed himself for Michonne, for us, for you. He knew." you tried to comfort him, letting him pull you in as he wrapped his arms around you.

You stayed like that for a while, not daring to move and giving him however long he needed, trying to comfort him with sweet nothings as well as yourself.

I've been callin' you friend, I might need to give it up

"When are you going to tell them?" Carol smiled, standing next to him with her arms crossed as he watched you. You were playing with Carl and some of the other kids you had brought in, running around with them in a game of tag. "Tell 'em what? We're friends." he grumbled, glaring at her as she raised an eyebrow, smirking at him. "You can't hide from me anymore, you know. I can see it in your eyes." she simply responded, heading back into the prison.

He stood there, deep in thought as her words rang through his head. They were just friends, right? Sure, he'd shared his tent with you on numerous occasions, let you come on his bike with him instead of going in the car with the others, be open with you and would be the first person to come to you if you got hurt or needed anything. And the fuzzy feeling he got when your hands brushed or intertwined and the heat that rushed to his cheeks when he'd see you looking at him or find him something he liked on runs didn't mean anything.

Maybe Carol was right, maybe he did need to stop lying to himself, but until he was sure you felt the same, he swore to himself to never say a word.

Part two | Part three

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fanficsforfun · 1 year

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Southern love

Paring: Merle Dixon x shy female reader

Era: Woodbury

Word count: 3,3k

Warnings: mild anxiety, age gap, sexual content (foreplay, penetration)

Summary: Merle was with the other men on a supply run, but the trip got extended and you got worried. He gets back safe and sound but realizes the concern he has caused you and wants to make it up to you.

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A group of men had left a few days earlier for a supply run and had still not returned. It made you feel quite uneasy, though you knew that the delay did not necessarily mean that they had been attacked by walkers. On the other hand, it was always a risk if you went anywhere at all.

To be honest, you didn't care that much about the others, but Merle was with them and you were afraid that something had happened to him. By the evening of the first day, you had climbed to the wall and hoped to see him return, for nothing. Every day you returned there, gazing at the landscape for hours without seeing what you were hoping for.

By the forenoon of the third day you became tired of hanging out on the wall so you came down increasingly frustrated and worried. What if they had been surrounded by walkers, caught in the middle of a wandering herd? Then they wouldn't have the slightest chance of survival. The thought made your chest tighten unpleasantly but you failed to shake it off.

You were slowly walking back towards your room with your terrible thoughts when someone on the wall shouted: "They're coming, open the gate!"

Your heart jumped up in your throat as you turned on your heels and rushed back just in time to see two cars drive through the gates. Merle got out of the front seat of the first one and after a quick glance at the surroundings his gaze met yours. A mixture of relief, elation at the reunion, and irritation that it had taken them so long to come back could be clearly read on your face.

“Missed me, hun?” Merle grinned.

You raised your hand to your mouth, feeling the tears burning in the corners of your eyes. Just looking at the man you so deeply cared about made your heart ache and you simply couldn't tolerate being apart from him for a single moment anymore. You ran to him and jumped on his neck, wrapped your arms tightly around him and pressed your cheek against his. Tears of relief ran down your face despite your efforts to hold them back.

“Damn girl, calm down!” Merle gasped, but wrapped his arms around you anyway.

You sobbed and pressed your face tighter against him. Your grip on him was firm and he could feel your pounding heartbeat and the way you trembled in his arms. He stroked your back without really minding your behavior, despite not being a touchy-feely person himself. There was no point to be complaining since no girl had ever come running to him or cried because of him before, not because they had been worried about him anyway!

“I can take care of myself, ya know? No need to worry, sugar.” Merle’s tone was the same as always, but he was clearly trying to soothe you.

You mumbled something unclear, focusing more on how his body felt against yours, on his scent and his steady breathing than what he said. It would have been terrible if you'd lost him, never to be able to hug him again, to see that handsome face, to hear his flirty comments. The thought made you shudder, but you forced it away and focused on the moment instead. He was with you now, that was all that mattered. But… he would leave again, and again there was a risk he wouldn’t come back.

Soon, despite the worry lurking in the back of your mind, you got yourself together enough to let go and pull away. Your eyes were red from crying and you suddenly felt exhausted.

"Seriously, what the heck took you so long?" You asked with a weak voice.

"'We ran into a bit of trouble, that's all”, Merle explained shortly, but then continued in a flirtatious tone, "Maybe I could make up for the distress I caused ya? Show up at my place tonight, I promise ya won't even remember the whole thing."

You just shook your head and rolled your eyes, and went about your business, leaving Merle unloading stuff from cars with the others.

"Well, ya know where to find me!" He yelled after you. You grinned to yourself, but didn't answer. Of course he was immediately suggesting sex, but at least he was sorry. It in fact was more than you had expected.

Later that day you walked by Merle and some other dudes who were chit-chatting on the benches. You had to dodge people coming down the street, which forced you very close to them. You kept your gaze forwards and silently prayed that Merle wouldn't do anything terribly stupid, but of course he had to.

“Hey sugar, not so fast!” Merle noted when you were pretending not to see them and just kept walking. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap. You shrieked, feeling like you’d be falling uncontrollably but his grip held and you landed safely on his thighs. The other guys laughed, making your cheeks grow hot.

“Have ya been thinkin’ ‘bout my offer?” Merle asked, flashing the familiar cocky grin to you.

His words made you blush even deeper than you had already, and tense up but you didn’t try to get away from him. Despite how embarrassing it was to be pulled in his lap like that in front of everyone, you wanted to lean closer, press yourself tighter against his body. But you didn't dare. Instead you swallowed and looked away after a quick glance at his mischievously twinkling blue eyes from which you could easily read what was in his mind.

“Umm”, you mumbled, too embarrassed to say yes to his offer publicly, not willing to lie and pretend it disgusted you either.

You could feel Merle’s gaze on you and as usual, it made your insides squirm pleasantly. It had always been that way, ever since he found you wandering alone through the woods. It was a miracle you survived, though it was close that you wouldn't. You still remembered him shooting at the walkers on your heels, they were catching up to you and you had no more strength to run. You remembered how he had pulled you into the safety of his arms and how you hadn't wanted to ever let go.

“Come on hun, talk to me. It’s not that hard”, Merle tried to persuade you, but you couldn't get a word out of your mouth. He gently kissed your neck, making you sigh and slightly tilt your head to give him better access (and causing it to be impossible for you to find words anymore).

“Hmm, I see. Someone's too good girl to say anythin’ in front of others", he noted teasingly with a raspy voice. “Maybe we should get some place more private?”

His words made you shiver and got your privates to tingle sweetly. You tried to keep your breathing calm and banish the very inappropriate feeling, but it wasn't working. And the truth was, you did want to get laid by him, no matter that he was way, way older than you and everybody would think you're nuts if they knew.

“Uh-huh”, you mumbled, being painfully aware that the other guys were staring at you. It was so embarrassing, but still... Why did his touch have to be so pleasant you could never reject it??

“That’s my girl”, Merle murmured in your ear and moved his good hand from your waist to your thigh. You tried to suppress your moan and arched your back with your cheeks burning. His warm hand on your inner thigh felt damn good, but it wasn't enough. It only made you long for more. Yet you knew you had to get your self-control back, you were not alone and literally everyone could see what was going on. Merle of course wasn't bothered by it at all, but for you it was a different thing. Still you couldn’t force yourself to stand up and lead him somewhere else. You didn’t wanna break the contact, not now.

Fortunately, but nonetheless to your annoyance, the Governor happened to walk up to you just then. His gaze landed on your red face and your tense essence, and then Merle's hand on your thigh.

"Merle, leave y/n alone. I'm sure she has other things to do!" He ordered, sounding a bit annoyed.

You nodded, and there was nothing Merle could do but let you go. You quickly got up and hurried away with your heart pounding and legs feeling strangely weak. You weren't going to stick around to hear what the Governor had to say. Based on the look on his face that wouldn’t have been too smart.

In the evening, you were struggling with yourself. You were so ashamed of what had happened earlier that day that you didn't want to leave your room for anything, but Merle's touch remained vivid in your thoughts. You felt restless and finally, after a few hours of laying on your bed and trying to come up with something else to think about, decided to go for a short walk. Maybe that would calm your mind. And maybe you could decide what on earth you were going to do with Merle since giving in to your desires didn't seem like an option. You were that much afraid of how others would react. Of course you would never tell but there was no way Merle could keep his mouth shut too.

It was a beautiful evening and you wished you could go outside Woodbury despite knowing it wasn't a good idea, unless you wanted to spend your time running away from walkers (which you didn’t). Just when you were walking down the alley between two buildings someone placed their hand on your shoulder, interrupting your thoughts. You flinched and turned around only to meet familiar blue eyes.

“Oh gosh”, you breathed out. “You scared me!”

"Sorry! But whatcha doin' here all by yourself?" Merle asked seductively. “Ya would need some company, don’t ya think?”

He was so close now, everything in him telling he wanted you, and all the emotions you had tried to keep away came right back. You blushed again, unable to come up with anything to say. You only smiled shyly, barely able to meet the man's gaze.

“I take that as a yes…”

"I've noticed ya don't avoid my touch, sugar. Quite the opposite, ya seem to be seekin’ it", Merle continued in a tone that made your heart race even faster and things happen between your thighs. You have no idea how right you are, you thought. Without noticing, you had rubbed your thighs together, but he of course spotted it.

“Uuu, someone’s gettin’ hot, huh? Come on, here’s your chance. Lemme know what ya want.”

You thought only for a split second, if even that, and raised your hand timidly to the man's cheek. You held your breath while stroking the soft skin under his eye with your thumb, following his expressions.

Merle grinned, placed his good hand on your hip and unexpectedly pushed you against the wall. Your hand dropped to his shoulder and a surprised gasp escaped your lips, but then his lips landed yours for the first time. You couldn’t help but moan when the kiss sent a warm wave of pleasure through your body. You quickly opened your mouth and his tongue found its way in, meeting yours.

You could feel your pussy getting swollen and begging for his touch. You barely believed how fast it happened, how easily Merle had turned you on. His lips were soft on yours, his good hand so warm on your hip, the other against the wall right next to your head, keeping your attention on him, and despite how good just that felt, you really needed more. So you placed your leg on his hips as a quite desperate attempt to get closer. He grabbed it and stepped closer, leaning down to you. You moaned into his mouth when you felt his hard cock pressing against you and couldn't resist grinding against it. What you did made Merle groan. He kissed you more firmly and you, in turn, held on to him even tighter.

“Let’s go someplace else”, Merle breathed when he finally managed to pull back from your lips for a moment. “I can’t hold back much longer, I need ya.”

“Same”, you confessed.

Finally you had chosen to not give a damn that he was a lot older than you and simply go with the flow. Such things meant nothing when he could make you feel so damn good.

The two of you rushed to your place ‘cause it was closer. As soon as the door was locked, Merle grabbed the hem of your shirt and managed to get it off with one hand. Next, his fingers found the hook of your bra and opened it. You took off your bra yourself and dropped it on the floor in the same pile with your shirt, revealing your beautiful breasts.

For a moment Merle could do nothing but stare. Then he reached out and brushed over your already hardened nipple. You gasped. Inspired by your reaction, he pinched your nipple surprisingly gently between his fingers and went on to do the same to the other. His every touch was electrifying, and though you were a bit timid under his intense gaze, it also gave you a strange kind of pleasure. You flinched when his blue eyes suddenly left from your breasts and met yours.

“Christ, you’re hot, hun”, he groaned before leaning closer and kissing your neck while his good hand grabbed your butt, squeezing it gently. You followed his lead, tilting your head to give him better access to your skin, while you had wrapped your arms around him and were now slipping one of them under his shirt.

"Gotta get rid of this", you breathed, and Merle managed to let go of you enough to pull his shirt off. You put your arms around him again and pressed yourself against his body. His bare skin felt so good against yours and your eyes closed as he kissed your neck again. Being with him was true bliss, there was no question about it.

"Merle, I need more," you panted, your hands wandering restlessly along his back.

"I know, I know. You’ll get it, I’ll give ya everythin’ I got”, he murmured.

In no time Merle had got you out of all of your clothes and into the bed. He crawled up next to you and laid down, and his good hand found its way back to your breasts, squeezing them, playing with your nipples and making you moan at the sensations it brought. Your pussy was aching for touch, and thankfully that was the next address for his hand. He slid it painfully slowly over your belly, enjoying the desperate noises you made, and finally ending up there where you needed him the most.

“Hmm, so wet for me”, Merle groaned and brought his fingers up to his mouth to taste you. “Sweet”, he commented with the cocky grin spreading over his face. Your cheeks were burning hotter than ever before thanks to his dirty actions but when his hand found its way back between your legs and landing on that sensitive bundle of nerves, you forgot your embarrassment and grabbed the beddings, being able to focus on nothing but the heavenly sensations his touch gave.

You hadn't expected Merle to spend any time on foreplay, let alone be so good at it! On the other hand, he was old enough for it not to be such a big surprise that he knew exactly what he was doing. However, your needy moans were too much for his self-control and instead of letting you come to his fingers, he took his hand away to strip off his pants. He was so hard already, wanting to sink into you as much as you wanted him inside, and he wasn’t going to wait anymore.

“Merle-”, you whined as a protest when his fingers left your clit, but he soothed you with a smug grin on his lips: “Don’t ya worry girl, you’ll get me in just a sec.” And that's what happened. As soon as Merle had got his pants off, he came back to you, though not next to you anymore but between your legs. Without wasting any time, he spread them wide open and guided his hard cock to your entrance. Your eyes met his when he slowly pushed in. You gasped at the feeling of him stretching you out, and he groaned when your pussy swallowed him into its soft, wet warmth.

“Fuck”, he panted, his eyes now closed and his heart racing like crazy. You felt amazing around him and he could barely believe it was actually happening, that you wanted him instead of being disgusted but him like the rest of the women in Woodbury. What made it most surprising was your age. Why would a young woman like yourself find him attractive? But you did anyway.

Merle started to move slowly, sinking deep into you by every thrust. His hips smacked against yours in a steady rhythm, and the sounds of your wet pussy got his cock twitching. He wanted to speed up the pace, but on the other hand he felt like torturing himself, taking things slowly. Surely it wasn’t such a bad idea since you had wrapped your arms around him and held him close, moaning in pleasure.

“Feels good, doesn't it”, he groaned, his voice low and the tone teasing. It made your arousal grow and your pussy clench around him.

“Oh, ya like that, huh? Hearin’ ol’ Merle talkin’ dirty to ya?” He continued beside the thrusts.

“Uh-huh”, you mumbled with your cheeks heating up even more and the same shy, cautious look emerging on your face. This all, being with him, the things he did, it felt so good, but why did it still feel so wrong? Despite all the pleasure, a wave of anxiety washed over you, but luckily Merle picked up on it and reacted appropriately.

“That’s my girl! No need to act coy around me, ya know, I’ve seen pretty much everythin’ by now”, he reassured and gave you a soft kiss.

His words soothed you and as the last bit of your worries faded from your mind, your gut tightened, indicating an approaching orgasm. How on Earth am I coming this quickly, you were able to think before Merle's next words and the quickening pace of thrusts got the heat pooling in your core.

“I know you’re close”, he panted. “Just let it go… Come for me, sugar.”

Your pussy clenched around him again, and it didn't take more than a few thrusts, his hips rolling against yours just a few more times, before the tension erupted and made your pussy pulsate in the grip of a badly wanted orgasm. A warm wave of pleasure rushed through your body, you arched your back and moaned with your eyes tightly shut, your nails dipping into Merle's skin.

Your throbbing pussy got him close to the edge, and his pace turned frantic, his hips pounding against yours until he got his release too.

“Fuck”, he groaned, and kept fucking you through his orgasm, milking himself empty in your perfect, welcoming cunt. Finally, he pulled out of you breathlessly, leaving your empty pussy spasming and dripping with his warm cum. You shuddered and for a moment you were afraid he was just going to leave but no, he rolled over and pulled you against him. His skin was hot and sweaty now, his breathing deep and his eyes closed.

“You’re fucking perfect, ya know that, hun?” Merle’s voice was tired, satisfied.

You smiled to yourself and snuggled tighter against him.

“You too”, you whispered.

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FOR THE ONES WE LOVE | CH. 6

FANDOM: The Walking Dead

SERIES: For the Ones We Love

STATUS: Ongoing

ERA: Prison

PAIRING: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Female Reader (No Use of “Y/N”)

CHAPTER SIX: Close Quarters

WORD COUNT: 4.2k

SUMMARY: Tensions rise when the group returns to the prison with Glenn, Maggie, and Merle.

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Language, Discussion of Possible/Attempted Sexual Assault, Merle Being Merle

SERIES MASTERLIST

True to his word as always, Rick sent Daryl and Merle to another cellblock upon the group’s return to the prison. He’d been distant towards you since your talk with him back in the woods, which wasn’t exactly a surprise. After fleeing Woodbury, Daryl had made it clear that he wouldn’t return to the prison without his brother. It was an ultimatum, one that Rick hadn’t appreciated, but you’d reminded him how Daryl had selflessly saved all your lives, and if he chose to abandon them, he would be leaving your savior for dead.

The more time that you spent thinking about it, the more the thought of leaving Daryl behind made you feel sick. It was more than guilt; though if Rick had said no to him and Merle coming back, you certainly would have felt that in abundance.

No, it was something else; something that you couldn’t quite put your finger on . . . and maybe, deep down, you didn’t want to.

Maybe it was easier to chalk it up to guilt.

Easier was better these days.

Easier was safe.

Michonne went to Hershel where he saw to her wounds and was forced to relinquish her sword before being assigned a cell where she could rest. The last you’d seen of her; she hadn’t put up a struggle. The woman could barely stand on her own after the two-mile run from Woodbury to the Hyundai, and you could tell that she was grateful for the shelter. Rick didn’t seem too keen on having her stay but agreed to let her take a few days to recuperate at Hershel’s insistence.

Once everyone who needed it had been seen by their resident doctor, Rick updated those who had stayed behind on what went down in Woodbury. Both Hershel and Carol thought it would be best to get back on the road and begin the search for a new home, but the rest of the group vehemently disagreed. Everyone was anxious after making an enemy in the Governor, but they saw the potential for a home in the prison and weren’t willing to give it up without a fight.

It was terrifying, how after only living in the prison for a month, you were willing to fight – to die for these people, if necessary. Terrifying, but also a wonderful thing to have found something worth fighting for in a world that you’d thought was hopeless. These people had become your friends; had shown you kindness when they didn’t owe you a goddamn thing. How many other people could say that about a group of strangers they’d stumbled upon at the end of the world?

Since returning to the prison, things had mostly gone back to normal. Daryl and Merle kept their distance, with only the youngest Dixon brother making appearances to retrieve their meals from the dining area a few times a day. As much as you found yourself thinking about Daryl, even missing the disagreements you had with him over the silliest things, you didn’t question the new living arrangements. It didn’t seem right after what Glenn and Maggie had gone through.

Over the next few days, each member of the group took turns at the guard tower to watch for signs of the Governor launching an attack. Additional duties included searching beyond the armory in case there happened to be any weapons or ammo that had been overlooked, and gathering all the scrap metal from the yard, using whatever they could find to fortify the exposed areas of the prison.

“I still can’t believe Rick let him come back.” Glenn fumed as he worked with you to secure one of the catwalks overlooking the prison yard.

Taking a deep breath, you hesitated, wondering how you could spin this in a positive direction. It took you back to your days in high school, when your friends were both pissed at each other and you were caught in the middle, trying desperately to mend their relationship. Of course, what had happened between Glenn, Maggie, and Merle was much more serious than anything you’d ever had to mediate before.

“I don’t know, Glenn. I mean, maybe the Governor was Merle’s only choice?” You reasoned, picking up a crate and turning it on its side against the fence. “He was on his own in Atlanta, down a hand, probably close to bleeding out . . . ”

Carol had filled you in on the details of how Merle had gotten separated from Rick’s group in the first place. While the older woman was clearly not a fan of Merle Dixon, nothing she’d told you about him had made you regret your influence over Rick bringing Merle back into the fold.

Feeling Glenn’s eyes on you, you sighed. “It’s just . . . the world’s different now. Things can’t be so black and white.”

“You too, huh?” Glenn shook his head.

“Look, I’m not saying forgive and forget.” Turning to face him, you continued. “What Merle did to you was horrible, and maybe we can’t trust him — but you didn’t see that arena. The Governor’s men already outnumber us, and he has seventy more townspeople that he could recruit. We need all the help we can get if we’re going to survive this, and Merle knows how that asshole thinks.”

Silence filled the air as Glenn contemplated your words, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. More pensive. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he returned to the task at hand, working on his side of the catwalk.

“It was bad for me with Merle.” Glenn finally spoke up a few moments later. “But it was worse for Maggie. She was interrogated by the Governor.”

Setting the next sheet of metal down rather than continue with your ministrations, you turned to face Glenn once more, giving him your full attention. You’d known that he loved Maggie from the moment you’d met him and saw how he lit up around her, but if you’d had any doubts, they would’ve been squashed right then and there as you watched him; his dark eyes full with tears of concern for the woman he loved.

Shifting from one foot to the other, Glenn shook his head. “When the Governor – Jesus, I hate calling him that! I feel like I’m showing him respect every time I call him by a title that he doesn’t deserve, but I don’t even know the bastard’s real name.”

Tilting your head, you smirked as you nudged him gently with your shoulder. “Hey, there you go. Bastard. Suits him perfectly!”

Glenn nearly cracked a smile at your suggestion, but pressed his lips together at the last second, as if feeling anything other than misery right now made him feel guilty.

“Okay, the Bastard.” He nodded. “When that fucking bastard brought Maggie to my room, s-she was . . .”

Glenn stopped after he began to fumble over his words. “Hey, you don’t have to talk about this—" You started, lowering your hand over his.

“No, I need to.” Glenn inhaled. “She was only half-dressed, and I don’t know for sure, but I think — I-I think he —" He clenched his fists by his sides, visibly starting to shake. “Fuck.”

Glenn bowed his head in silence, but even so, you knew what he was insinuating. With your hand gripping his, you gave him what you could only hope was a comforting squeeze, but deep down you felt selfish. Selfish because you didn’t want him to go any further — because you didn’t want to have to hear those words and think back to how the same thing had almost happened to you in Atlanta.

Even though Glenn had stopped himself, the memory of Gorman found you regardless; his hands clawing at your scrubs, his weight pressing you into the desk, the smell and sensation of his sticky breath ghosting over your neck and ear as he pulled you closer.

When you’d escaped Grady Memorial, you’d had nothing but those scared, lonely nights on the run to think back to how that monster had tried to force himself on you. But since moving into the prison, the memories were fleeting; the fear becoming something that you thought you might be able to push back to a place where it couldn’t hurt you anymore.

“Shit!” Glenn suddenly cursed, panic spreading across his face when he caught sight of someone rushing past the door.

Maggie.

You looked up to follow his gaze, but she had already come and gone in the span of just a few seconds. Setting his crate aside, Glenn made to follow her, but you grabbed onto his forearm, bringing him to a halt.

“Let me.”

He shook his head, shame flooding his features. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m such an asshole.”

“It’s okay.” You assured him. “I got this.”

When Glenn didn’t stop you, you turned and jogged towards the door. Making your way inside, you caught sight of Maggie rounding a corner.

“Maggie, wait up!” You yelled, falling into step just a couple of feet behind her as you hurried through the corridor.

“I don’t have anythin’ to say to you.” Maggie hissed.

“OK, so maybe you could try listening?” You suggested, following her into the empty dining area.

There were a few empty plates and bowls that had been left behind after lunch, and Maggie attempted to busy herself by putting everything back in its place. At your comment, she turned to face you, her hands full and her expression twisted with anger.

“Look, I know you’re not a big fan of me, but you need to know . . . Glenn’s putting himself through hell. He’s worried sick about you, and he just needed someone to vent to.”

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry that this has been so hard for him!” She exclaimed sarcastically.

Lowering your chin, you pressed your lips together. That was fair. If Maggie had really been through what Glenn assumed, you couldn’t exactly fault her for lashing out.

Especially at you.

“Maggie, please—”

“I don’t need your help! You don’t know anythin’ about it!”

“You sure about that?”

For a moment, Maggie said nothing, just stared. Then a look of uncertainty flashed in her green eyes, but just as soon as it had appeared it was replaced by that same look she’d given you when you first arrived at the prison. She didn’t know you, and she didn’t want you here. Why the hell would she reveal the worst thing that had ever happened to her to some stranger?

Tossing the plastic plates and bowls back onto the table, she stormed off, leaving you to clean up the mess. The rage you’d seen in her wasn’t unfamiliar, and you really did feel for her, but all the emotions you’d felt coming from the others since returning from Woodbury were starting to take their toll, and you could only handle so much.

Leaving the mess behind, you grabbed your messenger bag from where you’d left it on the table at lunch and exited C-Block.

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Desperately needing a distraction, you decided to do some exploring on your own for the first time since arriving at the prison. After making your way down the maze of dark corridors and venturing further into unknown territory, you took note of the arrows that had been spray painted on the walls, pointing back into the direction of C-Block should you lose your way.

The hallways were pitch black, so much so that the white flashlight beam bouncing off the walls was practically blinding. And it was so quiet, with only the sound of some leaky pipes and the occasional squeak of a rat skittering by to break up the eerie silence. You were careful not to take your time, hurrying through as fast as you could before you lost what little nerve you still possessed.

Eventually, you found yourself in a room that had been abandoned like all the rest. There were overturned tables and bookshelves, but further in, you discovered a small area surrounded by plexiglass. Behind the glass, there were racks on display that held packaged snack foods, candies, bottled water, as well as sodas, magazines, slippers, and a variety of other items. There was even medicine, and some bandages.

The commissary.

It was beautiful.

While it wasn’t guns and ammo, to you, it was a hell of a lot more exciting, and you knew that the group would be happy to see these long-forgotten indulgences. Over the next several minutes, you loaded your bag up with food, water, and medicine. Later you would bring Carol back with you, or maybe ask Rick if Carl could tag along to help you pack up the rest.

Once your bag was practically bursting at the seams, you continued down the long stretch of hallway, following the signs imprinted on the otherwise bare walls until you found the exact cellblock that you were looking for.

“I come bearing chips!” You announced, swiftly making your way into D-Block to find Daryl reclining on one of the bottom bunks with his crossbow on his lap. The sight made you wonder if he ever went anywhere without the thing. It was like he was an action figure, and the crossbow was his one accessory.

“Are they stale enough to break a tooth?” You continued, stepping into his cell, and tossing two bags of individual sized chips onto his mattress. “Why, yes, they probably are, but . . . ” You shrugged. “I never thought I’d see chips again, so I’m not about to complain.”

From the moment that you joined him, Daryl’s eyes were drawn to you; his blue gaze watching closely, but still he said nothing. Suddenly, you felt like an idiot who talked way too much, and even more so for allowing yourself to think that the trip to Woodbury had somehow softened him towards you.

“You don’t like chips?” You asked, awkwardly moving your hand to the back of your neck.

Daryl shook his head. “I like ‘em, just wasn’t expectin’ any visitors.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

“I didn’t mean to bother you.” You took a step back. “I can—”

“Did I say you were botherin’ me?”

Jesus Christ.

Which was it?

Did he want you here or not?

You opened your mouth, about to say as much with the exhaustion of the last few days truly beginning to wear on you, when he spoke first.

“Just, no one was exactly rollin’ out the welcome mat back there.”

“Did you really expect them to?”

Daryl shrugged, gnawing on the inside of his lower lip as he looked back down at his crossbow and continued doing whatever it was that he was doing to it.

While you didn’t know the Dixon brothers’ entire story, from what you did know, you had a pretty good feeling that Daryl had spent most his life being ostracized by the people around him simply because he had a brother like Merle. It had to have been incredibly lonely, and you hated the thought that the past was now repeating itself with his newfound family.

Deciding that you’d be waiting forever for an invitation if it were to come from Daryl, you took a few more steps inside his cell as you rooted through your messenger bag to pull out a couple packets of beef jerky.

“Thought you might like these, too. There’s enough for both of you.” You offered, extending them to him.

“Merle an’ me went huntin’ earlier.” He muttered. “Already ate.”

Well, Daryl had done the hunting. Merle hadn’t hunted shit, he’d just bitched and moaned and pissed on things while Daryl did all the work, same as always.

“Okay.” You started to pull your hand away when he suddenly turned his body to face yours, his legs dropping over the edge of his mattress as he reached out to take it at the last second, his three middle fingers brushing over your knuckles.

“Nah, we’ll still eat it.”

Holding your breath, you met his eyes again as you released your grip, letting the packets fall into his awaiting palm.

Daryl gave a swift nod of thanks.

“No problem.” You breathed. “Brought this, too.”

He tilted his head, watching as you pulled out a First-Aid Kit.

“When we first got back, I noticed that you didn’t let Hershel look you over.” You explained. “You need to wash out that cut beneath your eye and apply antiseptic.”

“I will.” He muttered.

“No, you won’t.” You sighed knowingly, removing a rag and a bottle of water from the bag over your shoulder.

“Why d’ya care so much?” He asked.

“Because you’re the best hunter we have, and if the infection spreads to your eye and blinds you, I’m gonna get pretty sick of eating stale vending machine food.”

Daryl scoffed. “Ya got those two rabbits yourself the other day. You’d be just fine.”

“Is that a compliment?” You gasped, eyes widening comically.

He grunted.

“Please?” You asked softly, tilting your head.

While he didn’t exactly agree, he also didn’t say no, which was more than enough of an opening for you. Slowly stepping forward, you watched as he remained where he was on the bottom bunk, giving him a few seconds to change his mind if he decided to.

When Daryl sat his crossbow aside and remained seated, you came to a stop as he spread his knees enough to give you some room to stand between them. It was as close as you’d been to him since the car ride to Woodbury, and though you didn’t feel nervous, you made sure not to make any sudden movements, half expecting that he would come to his senses and bolt before you were able to do any good.

“You do this for your boyfriend?”

You looked down at him in surprise. “What?”

Daryl shrugged. “The one with the bike.”

You laughed, suddenly understanding. “Oh, so you think all bikers get into bar fights?”

“I know they do.”

Gently swiping the damp cloth across the gash in his cheek, you sighed. “Okay, you’re right — but no, I didn’t. Not for the fights he started anyway, which was basically all of them. If he was dumb enough to get himself into trouble, he could see to his own damn wounds.”

Daryl watched you closely as you applied the antiseptic to his cut yet didn’t so much as flinch.

“Had your fair share of bar fights, too?” You teased.

He shrugged his shoulders, his eyes finally looking away. You didn’t know if it was something you’d said, or maybe the medicine was starting to sting, but his sudden change in demeanor was hard to miss.

“Are you okay?” You asked, worried.

“The cut? It’s nothin’.”

“I’m not talking about the cut.”

Daryl’s eyes flickered back to study you, his tongue darting out to swipe beneath his top lip. He was about to make his reply when a familiar voice startled you both.

“Am I interruptin’ somethin’?” Merle asked as he sauntered towards Daryl’s cell, the grin on his lips more than a little suggestive.

Shit.

Peeling away the adhesive to the bandage, you gently applied it to Daryl’s cheek before turning to face the eldest Dixon brother.

Merle was around average height, same as Daryl, and had the same broad chest and shoulders. They were built alike, but that was where the similarities ended, as far as you could see.

“These for me, sweetheart?” He asked, nodding toward the snacks that you’d left on Daryl’s mattress.

“Uh, yeah — yeah, they’re for you, and Daryl.” You clarified.

“Well, ain’t you sweeter than sugar.”

You busied yourself by putting the bottled water, antiseptic, and bandage wrappings back into your bag while Merle unceremoniously opened a bag of chips and shoved a handful into his mouth.

“Mm, mm, mmm!” He groaned as if he were experiencing pure bliss the second the salty treat touched his tongue. “These might just be better than sex.”

At Merle’s words, your eyes went straight to Daryl, but with his face turned away, you could just make out the slight flush of crimson that had appeared on his cheeks and the tops of his ears.

“Know what I mean?” Merle winked at you.

Glancing at Merle, you shrugged. “Depends on the sex.”

Wait, what?

Had you really just said that out loud?

If a man had ever said anything like that to you before, you would’ve just ignored him. But in this situation, you’d only humored Merle’s lewd comment because of your interest in how Daryl would react.

You could feel the youngest Dixon’s gaze burning a hole into your head, but as soon as you brought your attention back to him, he became very interested in the snacks on his bed. It was cute, seeing how tough, gruff, Daryl Dixon became bashful at the mention of sex. He kept surprising you; proving that he was the opposite of his brother, and unlike any other man you’d ever met for that matter.

“Oho!” Merle guffawed. “That’s good. I like you, Girly. I like you a lot.”

After a few seconds of silence, Daryl picked up his bag of Lays, looking it over. “Where’d ya find ‘em anyway?”

“There’s a second commissary not too far from here. Found these, too.” You pulled out a small box of gummy worms and shook them for emphasis. “Carl’s gonna freak.”

For a moment, you contemplated offering some to Daryl, but the idea of what might come out of Merle’s mouth next kept you from doing so. Dropping the box back into your bag, you readjusted the strap over your shoulder.

“Well, I better get going. Speaking of that little punk, he’s probably looking for me.” You smiled.

Daryl nodded. “You sure ya know how to find your way back?”

While his concern for you was certainly flattering, and the idea of taking him up on an escort wasn’t unappealing, you weren’t sure what that would mean for Merle, and didn’t want to risk upsetting anyone if he tagged along.

“I’m good.” You nodded, taking your flashlight from your bag, and flicking it on and off for emphasis. “Someone spray painted arrows along the corridors, thank God.”

“Thank Glenn.” Daryl corrected you. “He did that.”

A disgruntled noise left Merle’s mouth, his lips curling up at the mention of their friend. Deciding that it was best to ignore him, the way you weren’t supposed to reward a toddler for bad behavior, you looked back over at Daryl, waving your hand.

“See you later?”

Daryl hummed in agreement.

“See ya soon, sugar.” Merle called after you with a smirk.

The Dixon brothers watched as you exited the cell and headed back the same way that you had entered. After a few seconds passed, Merle turned to face Daryl, a knowing grin spreading across his features.

“Damn, girl’s got an ass on her like a Georgia peach!” He exclaimed.

“Leave it alone, Merle.” Daryl warned.

“I’m just sayin’—”

“I said, leave it alone.”

“Oh shit. Is this girl it for you, baby brother? After all these years, someone finally caught your fickle eye? Thank Christ! For a while there I was thinkin’ you was a queer.”

“Shut the hell up, Merle!” Daryl stood up from his bunk. “It ain’t like that.”

“Oh, it ain’t? What’s it like then?” Merle took Daryl’s place on the bunk, moving his hands behind his head and leaning back against a pillow. “‘Cause if you ain’t gettin’ a piece of that, I might just—"

“Man, she’d never touch you!” Daryl snarled.

For a moment, nothing was said. Merle’s face went completely blank.

Then the son of a bitch smiled.

“Ain’t like that, huh?”

Daryl seethed, squaring his shoulders, and pacing in a tight circle like a caged animal. He’d lived his whole life listening to Merle objectify women, and usually he could tune him out, but not now. Not when he was talking about you.

“Ya know, you’re right. That kinda girl — educated, uppity — she wouldn’t touch neither of us.”

“Whatever.” Daryl grunted, slapping his hand loudly against the bars of his cell before passing through the doorway and leaving Merle behind.

Merle watched as his baby brother made his exit; the smile on his lips growing impossibly wider. Over the years, he had partaken in many arguments with Daryl. They were brothers, after all – but he’d never seen his little brother this bent out of shape over a damn woman.

What the hell was it about this girl that had his brother so defensive?

What was so fucking special about you?

Whatever it was, Merle had every intention of finding out.

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sourpatchys · 3 months

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Chapter three: Blood

Time: Quarry

Rating: nothing explicit. Mentions of walkers and death.

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: a magnetic pull, and a nights rest. The two survivors are growing closer by the day.

A/n: this took much longer than I had hoped for! I’m going to try my hardest to get the next chapter out much faster haha, hopefully the wait was worth it!

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The camp was in utter ruins when Daryl had returned.

Walkers were clawing their way into rib cages, ripping away the flesh and bone— screams echoed throughout the hills and trees, begging— pleading for help.

Any negativity Daryl had, from Merle, the weird fucking nursing home or the pieces of shit he had to live with— it all fell away in an instant. He was firing, shaking, even screaming— his body moved on pure instinct shuddering in a way he had never experienced before.

He was fighting for his life— for the life of others. Ripping arrows through the air, his eyes frantically searching for an end.

The way here was calm and quiet. He was pissed— angry and upset. His brother was gone and all he had to show for it were the people who left him to die. Walking home on an uneven trail, kicking the rocks under his shoes, cursing any god that would listen for ruining any life he had left.

The closer they got— the more Daryl started to pick up his speed. His muscles began to tense, a hot swarm of fire ants lighting up under his rugged skin. Something in his mind— in his body— started screaming, yelling at him, telling him to move faster. It felt as though he had lost all control, his legs were moving before he could even wonder why.

The sun had set by the time the small misfit group had returned, its burning rays hidden under the horizon, leaving terror in its wake.

He wasn't sure exactly what he was trying to accomplish— smashing in the heads of the dead with anything he could get his blood crusted hands on. At points he used nothing but the soles of his boots, caving in the skulls of the monsters he'd come to despise over the passing few months.

The blood was warm, washing over his burning skin like a safety blanket. Each pass of his fists, his axe or his bow, lightening the load of horror little by little.

It felt as though it had lasted hours, the adrenaline making every move he took feel slow— as if he were a movie on rewind— unable to reach the end.

Daryl's skin was sticky, his face was hot and his heart felt as though it was going to rip out of his chest. He was looking for something— static electricity was shooting through his brain like lightning, unwilling to stop, forcing his body to move— refusing to let him rest for even a moment.

His vision was blurry, fading lines together— the overwhelming darkness of the night only worsening his disheveled state. It felt as though he were having a panic attack, unable to catch his breath, chest caving and screaming for the release of pressure.

The moment he saw the group, huddled together and checking for injuries— something in him stilled.

He wasn't sure what did it, be it the proof that there were survivors, or the overwhelming pull of knowing everything was finally over— but the static left, replacing itself with cotton.

—

The attack on the camp alerted everyone to the dangers of staying still— something had to change and it had to change fast.

You weren't sure if you had ever felt that level of panic in your life— the overwhelming feel of being alone— forgotten.

It didn't make sense— nothing about your mind or your body's reaction to the chaos made any fucking sense. You understood the fear— the urgency of safety and the pull of death.

But why— why did you feel so utterly alone? You weren't alone— not even slightly. The entire group was with you, witnessing the carnage and bloodshed. They all saw Amy being ripped apart, her curdled screams for help. They all saw the ripped muscles and pointless deaths. Hell— they protected you! Killing any of those vile things that got near you.

Your mind was in a haze— unable to focus or understand. You felt like a child lost in a grocery store. The yelling of those who had left, running into camp from their mission and joining you in your fight for survival— it was the only thing that threw you out of your mangled state of mind.

Sleep did not come easy that night. The corpses of your newfound friends still littered the outside, rotting into the ground and killing the grass below.

Your pillow felt as if it were filled with rocks, your blanket cut into your skin like needles— and the ground felt twice as hard.

Part of you wondered how Daryl was doing.

Perhaps it was a way for you to distance yourself from the carnage, but you still couldn't help but wonder if he was okay. Merle hadn't come back that night, his presence erased entirely, never to be spoken of again.

Sighing in defeat, you sat up, ripping your needle pointed blanket away from your clammy skin and making your way towards the outside world. You didn't allow yourself a gander. Your eyes focused solely on your slippered feet, making a slow crawl towards the bright blue tent in the other side of camp.

The smell that plagued your nostrils was almost enough for you to call it quits— the undeniable rot and decay rising from the soil. Even without the visuals, it was impossible to ignore.

But the sight of that closed up tent door kept you right on track. It was like a pull— a magnetic connection that you couldn't ignore.

"Daryl?" You whispered, your index finger bent, tapping lightly on the closed up mesh. "Are you up?"

There was shifting behind the blue door before the zipper eased its way down, the small sound echoing through the hills, daring you to make another.

“What do you want?” His voice was gruff, his southern lull deeper than you had ever heard it before.

“I wanted to see how you were doing?”

His milky blue eyes looked you up and down, casting a spell of unease, unsure of what to make out of your nightly visit.

“Why?” He asked, finally removing his eyes from you and looking around at your surroundings. Unzipping the door all the way and stepping back. “Get in here, you don’t need to be out there.”

Thankful for the separation, you stepped inside, plopping yourself down on the hard floor and crossing your legs— unsure what to do with yourself in the new environment.

Daryl sat himself across from you— mimicking your own actions from the day before, as he turned on his bedside lantern, placing it between the two of you.

“I couldn’t sleep— I got to thinking about you.”

“Oh yeah?”

His eyes were unreadable, staring right through you.

“You never answered me.”

Grunting, the archer leaned back in his hands, pulling his eyes away from you once more, choosing instead to look up at the makeshift ceiling.

“M’fine. Couldn’t sleep either.”

It was silent after that, though it wasn’t unpleasant. You found yourself calmer than you could ever recall being before, sitting tight in a broken down bright blue tent.

Feeling more comfortable, you allowed yourself to stretch, pulling your legs out from underneath you as you adjusted.

“Tomorrow— whatever we end up doing, and wherever we end up— can I leave with you?”

He stared at you, unsettled— confused by the request. Though, he couldn’t find it in himself to deny you.

“Whatever.”

A warmth unlike any you had ever felt seeped into your skin, glowing and trailing along through your veins. A smile— small yet true— made its way onto your face, a gleam of hope finding itself inside you once more.

“Thank you Daryl.” You beamed, placing your hand on his knee.

Soon enough you found yourself drifting, your eyelids growing heavy as your face began to tingle. It didn’t take long before your once restless night became something else entirely.

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WITH YOU | THE DIXON BROTHERS

Was he happy? Definitely not - nobody would be happy to see Merle.

He was more relieved than happy or excited. After a very short distance wanted to turn around and run after Rick's car. The further he walked into the woods, the more he wanted to just leave his stupid brother. Why did he even agreed to all of this? Probably because of shock - his dead brother wasn't dead anymore.

Alone. The word echoed through his mind, settling deep within the pit of his stomach. A tight knot was forming in his gut, twisting his insides uneasily as the gravity of the situation hit him at full force. He heard his brother's steps, but he felt alone. For quite some time Merle was his ghost and nothing changed in this matter.

"Smells to me like a Sawhatcher Creek," said Merle.

"We didn't go west enough," Daryl shook his head. "There's a river down there, it's got to be the Yellow Jacket."

"You have a stroke, boy?" asked Merle. "We ain't never come close to Yellow Jacket."

"We didn't go west," the archer shook his head. He felt something strange, something heavy inside of his body when his brother started questioning his decision. He was used to the group trusting in his abilities by now. "Just a little bit south. That's what I think."

"Know what I think?" Merle stopped. "I may have lost my hand, but you lost your sense of direction."

"Yeah, we'll see."

"What? Do you want to bet?" Merle chuckled.

"Why everything got to be a competition with you?"

"No need to get your panties all in bundle."

Daryl took couple steps after his brother before stopping again. Merle's presence wasn't comforting, everything he was saying was making his body tense. He felt like he was going to be sick. God, if only he had thought about consequences before announcing his departure. If he hadn't act abruptly the way he did, if he had reacted in a calm way, then maybe everything would be different. Maybe his group would still be here. He hated himself for being so emotional. What was Charlie thinking? He said they would see each other again and now he was on the way as far from her as he could. Would she be okay when she finds out that he's gone?

A loud scream made him come back from his thought. "You hear that?"

Enough was enough.

Daryl made his decision and he was already walking in a direction where he knew the prison was.

"They were rude is what they were," Merle called after his brother. "Rude, and they owed us a token of gratitude."

"They didn't owe us nothing," he answered.

"You helping people out of the goodness of your heart? Even though you might die doing it?" Merle asked in angry voice. "Is that something your Sheriff Rick taught you?"

Daryl turned abruptly and spat with anger: "There was a baby!"

"Oh, otherwise you would have just left them to the biters, then?"

"Man, I went back for you!" he yelled, meaning the time he made Rick go back to Atlanta. "You weren't there! I didn't cut off your hand, neither! You did that!" he added in anger. "Way before they locked you up on that roof. You asked for it."

Merle tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. "Now you sound just like that little mouthy bitch. What was her name?"

Daryl clenched his teeth and hands.

"You know which one," he said. "With a curvy body and pretty face. Is she still alive?"

"Stop!" Daryl yelled. "You don't get to talk about her like that!"

Older Dixon took a step back as if he was punched. "Oh...I see. You like her, younger brother."

Daryl said nothing and just turned away, ready to ho back to his group. His family. Charlie.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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Can you write a Daryl Dixon blurb with the prompts 7 and 18?

7. 'Just cuz I’m the bad guy doesn’t mean I’m a bad guy.’

18. 'You’re warm.’

I did a random number generator and got these two and thought it would be fun to see what you come up with :D

Love this! Thank you so much for this request and the thought you put into it, the random number generator thing is genius!

"Does my brother know you're out here?" My head whips around at the sound of Daryl's voice, a smile spreading across my lips at the sight of him standing in the tree line, squatting behind a bush.

"No and the governor wouldn't appreciate it either." I grin, folding my arms across my chest as he takes a few hefty steps towards me, a bashful, familiar smile on his lips.

It's been years since Daryl and I have seen each other, though we saw each other in passing the other week when the governor ordered a raid on the prison. Merle and I reconnected at Woodbury but neither of us knew if Daryl was still alive since the last Merle had seen of him was when they left him to rot on the roof in Atlanta.

And the last time I saw him was when we were in his living room, drinking a beer and making out on a cheap couch before the world went to shit.

"It's good to see you again." He nods towards me, careful not to step to close almost as if I'll flee before he can touch me. He looks nervous, timid almost, as his eyes flicker back and forth from me to the ground.

"You too Daryl." I take the initiative to move towards him instead, the leaves and sticks crunching under my books as I take a tentative look around, making sure we're not being watched by either of our people.

"You can come back with me, you don't gotta go back there." Daryl offers kindly, his voice heavy but I just smile sadly at him with a simple shake of my head, knowing the potential consequences.

"I can't. They'd kill me if they found me."

"They won't find you." He reaches out to me, fingers wrapping carefully around my wrist, keeping me close. "Typically I'm the bad guy. Since when are you in with the wrong crowd." He chuckles and I remember the days where he and Merle would go out and buy beer, get pulled over by the cops for reckless driving and then I'd have to go bail them out.

But this is different.

"Just cuz I'm the bad guy doesn't mean I'm a bad guy." I quote him, the words forcing a smile to spread across Daryl's lips as his fingers move to entangle with mine. "They found me when I was half dead."

"It coulda been different if I found you." He mutters, lips pulling down into a deep frown but I just sigh, reaching out to pull him into my arms, knowing it's been too long of a time for the both of us. We used to spend days and nights together, then to have to go such a long time without answers, without seeing each other- it was torture.

"C'mere before I gotta go back." He hugs me tightly and desperately, letting out a strangled sigh.

"You're warm." He whispers and a fond smile spreads across my lips and I slip away from him, gripping his shoulders in my hands with a teasing grin.

"You're tense."

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Where is Our Daryl?

Before watching TWD, I’d heard of Daryl Dixon and expected some action hero, bad boy, devil-may-care dude who dripped testosterone and acted like a typical macho man protagonist. When I started TWD…

Daryl Dixon Proved Me Wrong in 5 Minutes

Norman Reedus’ performance in “Tell It to The Frogs” was beautiful. He leaned into Daryl’s wounds and portrayed the nuances of his character. Past his angry outburst, his squirrel throwing, and his aggressive demeanour – I saw a wounded man who lost the only person he had left in the world.

Daryl hid behind his anger to avoid being vulnerable. He had never seen an ounce of kindness in his life and didn’t know what to do with it. He fought the world to survive it and didn't know any other way to live. His heart was hidden behind layers and layers of trauma. But soon, that changed.

Cherokee Rose

Like so many, I fell in love with Daryl when he gave Carol a Cherokee rose so she wouldn’t lose hope. At that moment, he let his guard down for the first time on the show – and we got to see his heart. Then he continued to search for Sophia even though it almost cost him his life. In Carol’s own words, Daryl did more for Sophia in one day than Ed ever did in his whole life – and she wasn't even his child.

That won my heart (and Carol’s).

Daryl’s Heart

Norman said in a few interviews that Daryl is a character that wears his heart on his sleeve. Daryl told us – non-verbally AND verbally – how important Carol was to him. Whether it’s standing up to Rick with “That’s her, but that ain’t her,” or threatening Richard with “If anything happens to her, I’ll kill you,” or telling Carol “I love you,” – Daryl wore his heart on his sleeve so everyone knew it belonged to Carol.

Daryl’s Vulnerability

Daryl learned how to be vulnerable in the soft moments with Carol. Many times we saw him get thrust into moments that forced his vulnerability to show itself (when he found out Merle’s fate in S1 and S3, when Negan paraded him around in Alexandria, when he had his outburst in “Still”, etc). But with Carol, he was different. Daryl consciously and consistently decided to show his raw, vulnerable side to Carol so she could see him – all of him.

Daryl's Growth

The Daryl I fell in love with grew in the quiet moments when his character made choices to become a better version of himself. Carol helped start that journey by breaking his trauma bond with physical intimacy the moment she kissed his forehead, and showed him kindness in S2. But Daryl made a conscious choice to redefine himself and work on himself.

We saw a side of Daryl that was rooted in his vulnerability to show us his growth in moments like these —

When Daryl held Judith in his arms and fed her formula

When Daryl called Rick out for banishing Carol, and for using Michonne as bait for the Governor

When Daryl encouraged Michonne to stay with them in S4

When Daryl told Joe and his group to take blood from him and leave Rick, Carl and Michonne alone

When Daryl took a self-help book in Atlanta, and killed the walkers, so Carol wouldn’t have to

When Daryl protected Lydia from the people in Alexandria

When Daryl caressed Carol’s face, brushed her tears, made her a bracelet, and held her close in her dark moments

Or the countless other moments that have made a home in my heart.

Daryl – A Man of Honour

I hope that the S1 of this spinoff honours Daryl’s softness, vulnerability, and integrity. So far, what I’ve heard about S1 gives me pause and makes me wary.

TWD S11 already chipped away at Daryl’s growth. He was in situations where he was tortured, he succumbed to his darkness and made choices that didn’t reflect his character development. In the end, those dark story beats didn’t impact or grow his character in any way, and he went back to the Daryl we know in the final moments of the show.

I hope we don’t get another version of TWD S11 in the S1 of the spinoff. I’m sure we’ll get to see the Daryl we know and love when Carol gets there, because she always brings out the best in him – but I don’t know if I’m willing to hold out hope until then.

I genuinely wish that S1 proves me wrong, but I won't be paying a dime until I know my trust is not misplaced.

TV shows are littered with action heroes, bad boys, toxic alpha male protagonists. But there is only one Daryl Dixon – who broke that generic stereotype because…

That ain’t him.

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Hey friend!! Me again!

Can I please request:

Daryl Dixon x Wife!Reader (Prison Era)

After the group escapes from Woodbury and Daryl and Merle reunite, Daryl is forced to choose either his wife and family or Merle! Maybe wife tries to convince and in the end you choose what he picks!?

Love your blog and your writing!! ❤️

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― pairing: daryl dixon x wife plus size!reader

― era: eeason 3

― summary: as sad as it was to say, with merle gone, your relationship with your husband grew stronger than ever, and now that he's back, you're afraid that your marital bliss might have been short lived.

― warnings: arguing, fat shaming, sexism, merle just being merle, mentions of drug deals, mentions of past arguing.

― wc: 1117

⋆ a/n: AHHH THIS WAS SUCH A FUN WRITE. i don't know, maybe some may see this as daryl being out of character, but this is just what i would imagine daryl choosing. thank you for your request! it was a super fun one even though it took me literally centuries to make!!

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Merle had always been a thorn in Daryl and your asses. Him and you had been together before the fall, and it was safe to say that your relationship was strained would be an understatement. You couldn’t stand the older brother’s constant rude comments and crude teasing, or the fact that he always felt the need to bring Daryl with him on his drug runs, risking his life more than once, and even getting him arrested at one point. You couldn’t just bail out one Dixon brother, but if you had the choice, you would’ve left Merle there to rot.

He was the reason why Daryl and you were on the brink of breaking up, that you had fought all the time and couldn’t even function as a stable couple. It was like Daryl was a whole different person when his brother wasn’t around, he was the man that you fell in love with; the one that was sweet and showed his love in his own way, not the one that would pick fights or explode on you, leaving the house for prolonged periods of time in a fit of rage.

You were ashamed to say that the apocalypse started, it had brought out Daryl’s soft side for you, rushing home as soon as he could to come and get you. Sadly, when he showed up, Merle was right behind him, bitching about how you ruined a deal that would have brought him a lot of money, and it just wasn’t a loss that you could bring yourself to care about. Soon, all of you soon found that money would forever be irrelevant as the dead had begun to eat the living.

You were grateful for Shane’s group allowing you guys to tag along despite the pair being quite the characters.

When Rick had confessed that he left Merle handcuffed to a roof, there was a shameful spark of relief, but before that flame could burn brighter, Daryl’s painful cries of anguish were quick to extinguish it. Even though the two of them had a funny way of showing it, they loved each other, so much to the point where he had demanded to be taken to where his older brother had been holed up, and when they had come back, that’s when chaos had ensued.

He had never held you as tight as he did then, when you guys were at the CDC, when Carl had gotten shot and then Daryl had gotten hurt looking for Sophia, and then when the farm had been over run.

It had been a long time since then, and what’s left of you guys had begun to create a new home, in the prison.

It was peaceful for a while, even after Lori’s death and the birth of Judith.

Then there was the Governor. When you had heard he had taken Glenn and Maggie, it was like you were losing everything all over again, and to add on top of it, Daryl had been taken.

You swore your heart sank when he had come out with Merle.

“He’s not coming with us!” You heard Glenn tell as you guys arrived at the car. “Like hell he ain’t!” Daryl argued. “He tortured me, and Maggie…” Before he could say anything else, Maggie had cut him off.

“Enough!”

“Daryl.” You called his name to draw his attention towards you. “I hate to say this, but they’re right. He is an asshole.”

“Well, ain’t it nice to see you too, tubby.” Merle laughed. “Fuck you, Merle.” You bit. “Alrigh’ enough.” Daryl said sharply. “C’mon little brother, you gonna let her talk to me like that, your blood?” You scoffed, “Blood? Please. You haven’t acted like you’ve been blood since the day I started living with you.” You turned your attention back to Daryl.

“Looks like you’ve got to choose.” Merle snarled with a smile.

Daryl was conflicted.

On one hand, Merle was right, they were blood, brothers to be precise. He must admit that yeah, he wasn’t the best, but they went through everything together. On the other, Daryl had entrusted you with parts of him that he would never tell Merle in fear of being called a pussy or worse. You cared for him, reassured him, calmed him down, you had become his vice, his wife. Yes, you guys had gotten married; it wasn’t anything too big, just Daryl slipping on a wooden ring he had made you, the both of you acknowledging your newfound titles together.

“Dar,” You said as you pulled him out of his thoughts, “Think about what we’ve gone through, what we’ve been doing, what we’ve been building. We have something good going for us. Do you think we would have gotten married, let alone still be together if he was still around?” You asked the last part quietly, but it seems as though Merle had heard it.

“Well, I’ll be damned, it looks like you’ve gotten comfortable Darlena.” He eyed you up and down. “I thought you would’ve gotten rid of her by now, but I guess you’re pussy whipped for a fat broad.” For the first time, Daryl stood up to his brother, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

“Watch what yer sayin’ about my wife, jack ass.” Daryl all but growled at him. You could tell a fight was about to break out between the two of them, and you’d see in before. When they would fight when you all lived together, punches would be thrown, things also thrown at one another, a scene that you would be forced to clean up as Daryl did the same, albeit guiltily.

“Hey, hey, hey. Everyone just calm down.” Rick said as he tried to quickly diffuse the situation.

“Nah,” Daryl said as he let his brother go, “were done. C’mon.” He left no room for argument as he grabbed you by your hand and tugged you towards the car where the rest of them waited. There were stars in your eyes as you allowed him to lead you away, Merle’s threats and calls falling on deaf ears.

The ride back to the prison was tense but comfortable, your head resting on your husband’s shoulder as he stared out the window.

“Hey,” You called out to him softly. He turned his head to look at you, his teeth nibbling at the skin of his lip. “I know what you did was hard, and I appreciate what you did for me. I love you, Daryl, and I won’t ever forget about this.” His grip on your hand tightened as he released his lip.

“I love ya too, sunshine. Yer my family now.”

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barry-j-blupjeans · 6 months

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Day 1: Baby

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There was a gentle breeze that blew in when Merle cracked the window open. Even from all the way up the beach, he could hear the waves crashing against the shore, the gentle rustle of leaves getting blown by the wind. He pulled the rocking chair up closer to the window, wincing as it scrapped against the floor.

Merle was not a family kind of guy. He was more of a “get up and leave as soon as things got too committed” guy. But for some reason, he had decided to stick around a little longer with his most recent fuck-up.

The beach was nice, even at night. The Coralheart Clan was in a secluded spot, surrounded by all sorts of beautiful shrubbery and flowers. They had had their own little enclave here on the coast of the Starlight Sea where the clan had lived for hundreds of years. They didn’t usually accept outsiders into their ranks but, well. Here Merle was.

“Shhh,” Merle said when Mookie shifted in his arms, a small whimper coming from his teeny tiny lips. “Daddy’s got’cha, bud.”

Merle couldn’t remember how he made his way into the Coralheart Clan. He had never really planned on returning to any clan after leaving his original one. They were too stuffy. Like, sue him for wanting to see more of the world than just the beach. And that was comin’ from him. He loved the beach. But clans? He was better left alone.

But one day, he woke up in the Coralheart Clan, not fully accepted by all the members, but generally left be. And then he met Hekuba— who was a fantastic woman, up until y’know, the forced marriage and all. Merle couldn’t exactly blame her— he didn’t want to get married either. But leaving her to deal with their baby alone, with all the clan's expectations on her? Merle might be an asshole, but he couldn’t— he wasn’t going to do that.

Not then, at least. He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t thinking about it now.

It’s just that— Well, Hekuba had practice, what with Mavis and all. And she had family here to support her. Merle wasn’t anybody important. He could barely take care of the kids, he didn’t have the energy to do his chores, and he couldn’t focus on the community when his thoughts just weren’t here.

He loved Mookie. He was such a small, tiny little thing. He had his mom’s hair and Merle’s own hazel eyes. His itty bitty hand could barely fit around Merle’s thumb. But there wasn’t much Merle was doing for him aside from rockin’ him to sleep and anyone could do that job.

He loved Mavis, too. She wasn’t as small as Mookie was, but she was still a growin’ girl. Merle would take her on walks and show her all the plants and tell her all their names. She’d started dragging him to the library with her to find good books— Merle’s suggestion of adventure stories fell on flat ears. Mavis preferred to ”learn something, Dad!”, which, apparently, adventure books couldn’t do.

He felt like he was holding her back. She deserved a Dad who put in more effort, who would always pay attention to her fun facts and not get tired on their walks.

In another life, maybe he could have loved Hekuba like he was supposed to. But she was strong. And if Merle knew anything, he knew Hekuba could figure out any problem thrown at her. After all, she had been able to deal with being married to him.

He rocked back and forth in the chair, looking out to the sea as Mookie calmed down. His whimpers slowly quieted, his breathing evened out. The two moons cast reflections onto the rippling water. There was so much more to life out there. He loved the beach, he loved his kids…

But this wasn’t the life for him.

He held Mookie a little closer to him and pressed a kiss onto his forehead. Growing up with no Dad was better than what Merle had had to deal with as a child. He could only hope this little guy wouldn’t mind.

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mydarllinglover · 10 months

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Alone || False Negotiations

"Well, it's not infected so far." Hershel said, checking over Natalia's arm.

"Yippee."

"Are the pain killers helping?"

"Sorta." Natalia shrugged with her other shoulder.

"You'll recover a lot quicker if you're eating, resting, and not waving a gun around." Hershel told the woman.

"I think I'm healing quite nicely, thanks."

He flicked her forearm only slightly, causing the woman to hiss and flinch.

"Yes, I take it that you're doing well."

"That was mean, Hershel."

"Get something to eat, you need strength so you can heal, we need you for this so called war we've signed ourselves up for."

"You know there's no other way, right?"

"Yes, I do, but I don't like it."

"We didn't sign ourselves up for anything, they pointed guns in our faces and are forcing us to pull the trigger."

Michonne and Andrea were missing when Natalia walked back out of the cell blocks, her arm rebandaged and back in the sling, that she hated.

"You need me to whip you up anything?" Carol asked her.

"Oh, no thank you, it's okay." She smiled kindly at the other woman.

She looked over the ingredients, they didn't have much left.

Natalia picked up a granola bar, using her teeth to rip it open, after checking it over.

"Natalia." Merle walked over, overpronouncing her name. "Can I call you Tallie?"

"No, you may not." She told him.

"Wanted to thank you." He ignored her comment. "For sticking up fer lil ol' Merle."

"Please don't, I didn't say anything for your benefit. I don't like you, either."

"Got the hots for my little brother?" He looked over his shoulder at Daryl who was fixing his crossbow, but had chosen the wrong time to check what they were doing, again.

"No." Natalia said, her expression was bored, and that's how she felt about the conversation. "He's a better man than you, by that I mean he's not a self centred, insufferable, attention seeking asshole. Other than that, he's a survivalist, something to admire." She then walked towards the door to leave.

"You wound me, sweetheart!" Merle called after her.

"Don't tempt me."

She looked over at the field of walkers, once she was outside, something had to be done, it was only getting more busy.

Taking out a knife, Natalia let out a sigh, stepping forward.

"Put it away."

"Is it just a family trait to bother everyone?"

"I ain't bothering ya. I don't need Hershel breathing down my neck to look out for yer dumbass."

"Says the king." Natalia chuckled.

"What'd Merle say to ya?" Daryl asked.

"Shit."

"Jus' ignore him, he's a prick."

"You didn't think I was doing that before?" She looked at him. "How come you decided to come back?"

"Cause." He shrugged.

"Really." She told him.

"Cause it's my home, my people are here."

"Thanks for helping me, yesterday, and for looking after him, when I was..." She let her sentence trail.

"Don't have ta thank me."

"But I am, so deal with it."

The group had given Andrea a car so that she could get back to Woodbury, which Natalia was glad of, she felt uneasy having the blonde here, like she was being spied on.

"Can you spare it?" Andrea asked Rick.

"Yeah." He nodded.

She looked around at all the people, weapons in their hands.

"Well, take care." She said, getting into the car.

"Andrea." Rick said, stepping towards the car. He handed the woman a swiss army knife and a gun. "Be careful."

"You, too."

She started the car and drove towards the gate, waiting so that Merle could open it.

"Go!" He shouted at her, pulling the metal on wheels across.

Andrea had managed to set up a meeting between Rick and The Governor three days after her visit.

Since Natalia's arm was healing nicely and she was actually able to use it, though it hurt like a bitch still, Rick had asked her to come along, as well as Daryl and Hershel.

Natalia sat in the back, Rick drove and Hershel was in passenger, Daryl rode his bike.

Once they arrived, Rick had told Hershel and Natalia to stay in the car so they could scope it out, apparently him and Daryl could handle it without them.

Hershel moved to sit in the front seat, so that he could drive to the meeting place.

Natalia checked her weapons, she had knifes stuffed in the sheaves she had made around her belt, a black handgun in the waist band of her jeans, a Swiss army knife in her pocket and shoved into her boot. She also had one of the guns that Rick, Michonne and Carl had got from the run they did yesterday.

"This whole thing is bullshit." Natalia muttered.

"Maybe, but we should hear him out." Hershel told her.

Eventually Hershel started the car, driving towards the shed.

Daryl walked towards the car.

"He's already in there. Sat down with Rick."

"He came by himself?" Natalia asked, getting out the vehicle.

"I don't see any cars." Hershel said.

"It don't feel right. Keep it running."

Soon enough, a car showed up.

"Heads up." Daryl said, both him and Natalia raising their weapons at the vehicle.

Three people were in the car, Andrea, a man with glasses and mousey brown hair, who looked like he couldn't fight his way out of a plastic bag, and a Hispanic man, who was slightly smirking at them.

"What the hell? Whys your boy already in there?" Daryl asked them.

"He's here?" Andrea asked.

"Yup.”

She looked over at the Hispanic man before sighing loudly and marching towards the shed, pulling the door open and heading in.

Natalia and Daryl both kept their weapons raised on the two men.

The man with glasses was writing in a notebook as the other man stared at the two, leaning against the car.

Daryl eventually lowered his gun, pacing back and forth.

"Maybe I should go in there." Hershel said.

"The Governor thought it best If he and Rick spoke privately." The man with glasses said.

"Who asked you?" Natalia told him.

"Better question, who the hell are you?" Daryl asked.

"Milton Mamet."

"Great. He bought his butler." Daryl commented, Natalia looked away as she snorted.

"I'm his advisor" Milton replied.

"What kind of advice?"

"Clearly bad." Natalia replied to Daryl.

"Planning. Biters. Uh, you know. I'm sorry. I don't feel like I have to explain myself to the henchmen."

"You better watch your mouth, sunshine."

"Look, if you and I are gonna be out here pointing guns at each other all day, do me a favour, shut your mouth." The hispanic said.

Daryl stepped towards him.

"Tell Alfred over here, to shut his." Natalia told the other man.

"We don't need this. If all goes south in there, we'll be at each others throats soon enough." Hershel told the two men.

Daryl stepped away.

"How come blondie gets to sit in there." Natalia asked, looking over at the door.

No one got the chance to reply when Andrea walked out.

"Aw, your kumbaya speech not work?" She asked the other woman, fake pouting.

"Go to hell." She muttered, walking away to sit down.

"I'll be sure to ask Philip how it is, I'm sure he knows the place pretty well."

The Hispanic man walked towards the door, closing it.

A little more time had passed.

Milton stepped towards the group, leaving the other mans side.

"There's no reason not to use this time we have together to explore the issues ourselves." He said.

"Oh! I can!" Natalia put her hand in the air excitedly.

Daryl slapped her hand down.

"Boss said to sit tight and shut up." The man told Milton.

"Don't you mean The Governor?" Daryl asked.

"Its a good thing they're sitting down, especially after what happened." Milton said. "They're gonna work it out. Nobody wants another battle."

"I wouldn't exactly call it a battle."

"I would call it a battle, and I did. I recorded it." He held up his little brown notebook.

"What, so people in the future know how much of a piece of shit you and your people were?" Natalia asked him.

"Something like that. It'll be a part of our history."

"That makes sense." Hershel agreed.

"I've got dozens of interviews " the man stepped toward Hershel.

A snarl of a walker and metal clanging interrupted them.

Natalia grabbed a knife from her belt as they headed towards it.

There were three walkers.

"After you." Daryl told the other man, gesturing for him to go forward.

"No way. You first." He replied.

Natalia rolled her eyes, stepping forward.

So had Andrea.

The blonde took out the first one, pushing him against the metal building and plunging a knife into its skull.

Natalia tripped the female walker up, sending it hurtling to the ground so that she could plunge her knife through the third walkers eye, pulling her knife out, blood shot out, a little splattering on her face, she let it fall as she trailed back, the female walker reached for her as she bent down, dropping the knife into her head.

"Pussy." The man told Daryl.

Whilst on the ground, Natalia looked to see what the woman had, finding a lipgloss on her.

"Seriously, you're raiding them?" Andrea asked, sounding unimpressed.

"What? I love this colour, besides, she's not gonna be using it anymore." Natalia shrugged, pocketing the lipgloss.

Four more walkers appeared.

The man swung his metal bat before smashing it in the head of a walker, crushing its head into the metal building. He looked back to check the others were watching, grinning.

Daryl shot the female walker down with his crossbow.

The man hit another with his bat.

Andrea walked away, but Natalia stayed to watch the show, folding her arms across her chest.

He got ready to do it again, but Daryl beat him to it with his crossbow, the arrow flying through her head and into the neck of the other one, Daryl reached for his knife, aiming it as the man walked up to the last one, once again he was beat by Daryl throwing the knife and it landing right into the walkers head.

Natalia stuck her hand out with a grin, Daryl lowfived her, the man didn't look impressed.

Daryl walked forwards to rifle through the walkers pockets, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

"Look what he's got." He said, holding them up. He put one in his mouth before offering them out.

Natalia took one, but the man leaned back.

She hadn't had one for about nearly four years, since she found out she was pregnant.

"Nah, I prefer Menthols." he said.

"Douchebag." Daryl muttered, pocketing them.

He lit his cigarette then leaned over to light Natalia's as she inhaled the smoke.

"You army or something?" He asked.

"Nah, I just, just hate these things. Yeah. After what they did. To my wife, kids."

"Preach." Natalia looked away, blowing out smoke.

"Sucks." Daryl said.

"Thanks." The man muttered. "This is a joke, right? They ain't gonna work anything out. Sure, they'll do their little dance and tomorrow, next day, they'll give the word."

"I know." Daryl said, Natalia nodded.

"Hey." He gestured to Daryl's pocket, Daryl pulled the pack out, handing it to the man.

"You gotta little ..." Daryl looked over to Natalia, licking his thumb and pressing it to her cheek, wiping off the blood.

"You did not just do that." She said, stepping back, letting out a laugh and using her sleeve to wipe her cheek.

"What?" He asked.

"You guys get together before or after?" The man asked, making them both look at him.

She looked at the man with confusion.

"This conversation is over." She sighed, shaking her head as she threw the butt of her cigarette, walking away from the pair.

"We ain't." She could hear Daryl tell the man, turning to go back as well.

It was a little while longer before Rick and The Governor came out the shed.

Everyone moved to get back in the cars, Daryl on his bike, then they drove their separate ways.

When they got back to the prison, Maggie, Carol and Glenn were outside to meet them.

"Let's get inside." Rick told the small group, so that he could discuss the meeting.

Everyone stood inside the cell block, waiting for Rick to tell them what happened.

He reached in a cell, grabbing a gun.

"So, I met this Governor." He started. "Sat with him for quite a while."

"Just the two of you?" Merle asked.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Should have gone when we had the chance, bro." He said to Glenn, moving past everyone to stand behind Glenn.

"He wants the prison. He wants us gone. Dead. He wants us dead. For what we did to Woodbury. We're going to war." He told the group, before walking out the building.

"Come on, Sully." Natalia mutters to her dog, who was sat by her feet, they headed up the stairs, and towards their cell, Daryl was behind her, heading to his, which was next door, now.

She entered hers, not wanting to start a conversation with the man, but she didn't lock the door, instead layed on the bottom bunk with Sully, petting his fur, in thought as he napped.

It was two days later.

Rick had called a meeting with her, Hershel and Daryl.

"It's the only way." Rick said, after explaining that the Governor was willing to leave them alone in exchange for Michonne. "No one else knows."

"You gonna tell 'em?" Daryl asked.

"Not till after. We have to do it today. It has to be quiet." Natalia bit her tongue, shaking her head as they talked. She thought it was sick.

"Got a plan?" Daryl asked.

"We tell her we need to talk. Away from the others."

Daryl looked at the two, Hershel had his head down, and he could see the pissed off, disapproving look on Natalia's face.

"Just ain't us, man." Daryl told the man.

"No. No it isn't." Hershel agreed, walking away.

"It's disgusting, Rick. You have no idea what he's gonna do to her, look what he did to Maggie and he didn't even have a vendetta against her."

"Look, I know, but if we do this, we avoid a fight. No one else dies."

Daryl nodded.

"Alright."

She poked her cheek with her tongue, looking away.

"We need someone else." Rick said.

"I'll talk to him." Daryl said, seeming to understand what Rick meant.

"I'll do it."

"I'll go with ya."

"No. Just me." Rick then left, heading back inside.

"She helped us." Natalia said. "If it weren't for her, Judith would of died, Glenn and Maggie, I could've. When I was stood out in that field, getting shot at, I was so confused and in shock, I didn't move, she pulled me away, hid behind the bus, temporarily bandaged me up. Now we're sending her off to her death like she's cattle. It won't even matter. He's not gonna stop with her."

"You don't know that." He disagreed, shaking his head, looking at the field.

"I do. You do, too."

"He'll change his mind. Come on, we gotta get ready for war."

Maggie, Beth, Carol, Hershel and Carl stood along the runs, banging pots and pans and shouting to the walkers as Glenn and Daryl layed slabs of wood with coiled barbed wire nailed to them, on to the grass, bashing them in, so that if Woodbury decided to drive up again, they'd have a hard time reaching the courtyard fences with popped tires.

Natalia and Michonne were also in the field, picking off any walkers that got too close to them or the truck.

"Come on. Let's go!" Daryl called, stood at the back of the truck with his crossbow, Glenn sat opposite him.

Natalia got in the drivers seat, Michonne in the passenger, they trusted her to drive now.

Rick opened the gate for them, so that Natalia could drive straight through.

"They drive up to the gate again, maybe some blown tires will stop them." Glenn told Rick as they all hopped out the truck.

"That's a good idea."

"Thank Michonne." Natalia said.

"It was her idea." Daryl added.

"We don't have to win." Michonne said, not picking up on the heavy stares the three were sharing. "We just have to make their getting at us more trouble than its worth."

"That's smart, Mich, you really are an asset to our group." Natalia patting the woman's shoulder.

The others came up and joined them.

"Hey." Maggie smiled at all of them.

"Let's go." Rick nodded for everyone to go back inside.

Natalia was in the courtyard with Sully, Daryl was also in there, pacing, when Rick stormed towards them.

"It's off. We'll take our chances." He told them.

"Called it." Natalia said.

"Not saying it was the wrong call, but this is definitely the right one." Daryl added. "What's wrong?"

"I can't find Merle or Michonne. They've gone."

"What? Already?" Natalia demanded.

"Come on." Daryl nodded, heading towards the generator room, the other two following.

"He was in here. Said he was looking for drugs. Said a lot of things actually." Daryl said, the three spread out, looking around the room.

"Like what?" Rick asked.

"Said that you were gonna change your mind." Daryl picked up a white bag. "Yeah, he took her here. They mixed it up."

"Damn it!" Rick cursed.

"I'm going. Maybe I can stop them before they get there." Natalia offered.

"I will too." Rick said.

"You can't track for shit." Daryl stopped the man and woman in their tracks.

"Then we all will."

"No, just me." Daryl said. "I said I'd go, I'll go. Plus, when they come back here. You need to be ready. Your family too." He walked out the door.

"Go with-"

"Watch Sully for me." She cut Rick off, following after Daryl.

"Thought I said I'd go by myself." Daryl told her as they reached the gate.

"I told you I didn't like it. She's my friend." Natalia told him, fast walking ahead.

They had been walking through the woods before spotting Michonne, in a street. She'd just beheaded a walker.

"Hey!" Daryl called out to her. "Where's my brother? You kill him?"

Natalia looked at him, unimpressed, Merle was an asshole, but she wouldn't have done that, even if he did kidnap her, she didn't know if Merle would let her either, he was fighter, just as much as the trio discussing him.

Michonne shook her head.

"He let me go."

"Are you okay?" Natalia asked her.

"Fine."

"Don't let anyone come after me." Daryl said, seeming to know what his brothers intentions were, before jogging off.

She was torn between staying with Michonne and following Daryl, but she knew Rick sent her with him for a reason, they were both aware Daryl could handle himself, and yet he told her to go, even though she would've anyway.

"Be safe, alright, I'm glad he caved, I voted no, by the way." Natalia smiled at the woman, before sprinting after the redneck.

They had made it to the meeting place, an black car was parked on the grass, the drivers side was opened.

Walkers hadn't noticed them, as they were too busy eating.

Daryl and Natalia quietly walked past them, looking around the place.

Walkers, as well as what looked like to be the Governors men, were dead on the ground.

Daryl shot one walker, with long curly hair, down.

"Oh my god!" Natalia gasped, her hands coming up to cover her face, the handle of her knife was still in her hand.

Daryl walked back and forth, watching as his older brother was taring apart and eating one of the men.

He had seemed to realise they were there, staring at the two new targets as he got to his feet.

Daryl teared up as his only blood left was dead, and now one of the walking dead.

Walker Merle tripped over his latest meal as he moved towards his brother.

Natalia stood back, but was ready to jump in if Daryl needed it, she knew it was important to deal with your own.

"No!" Daryl shouted as he pushed Merle away, but he came back and so he did it again.

Until eventually, Daryl plunged his knife into Merles chest, pushing him to the ground, before stabbing him in the forehead, over and over again, until his head was nothing but a bloody, mushy pile.

"Daryl." Natalia bent down as he fell back, continuing to sob.

She hugged him, she didn't know if he wanted it, but she didn't know what else to do, letting him cry and grieve, she wished how someone could've been there to do that for her, so she thought it was only right to do it for him.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry." She muttered repeatedly.

It was silent on the way back, neither of them wanted to talk, neither of them had anything to say.

Once back at the prison, the group had decided that they were going to stay and fight.

Hershel was going to wait in the woods with Beth, Carl and Sully, and Judith, whilst the others would take down the Governor.

She kept her space from Daryl, letting Carol be the one to comfort and talk to him as they prepared for the enemies arrival.

Natalia was hiding in the tombs, she had caused distractions that she knew would lead walkers towards where she could guess the Governor would take his group to, she held onto flashbang cans, waiting for the right moment.

From inside, she heard when they had arrived, shooting at everything insight and blowing up guard towers, it was going to be hella work to put the place back together again, after this.

Natalia made subtle noises to egg them on to come her way.

As soon as she heard the quiet footsteps and hushes of the enemies down the hall, she pulled the tab throwing the cans into the group and ran back to let the chaos unfold.

Members of the group began shooting around, the Governor shouted for everybody to get down, snarls of walkers sounded as they followed the noise and the alarms above rang out, flashing red in the darkness.

She had done her job of pushing them out of the prison, it was up to the others of getting rid of them for good.

Once it was final, she met up with the others outside the prison.

"We did it. We drove them out." Rick told the group.

"We should go after them." Michonne said.

"Yeah, they'll just keep coming back." Natalia backed the woman up.

"We should finish it, for good." Daryl joined in.

"It is finished." Maggie disagreed. "Didn't you see them hightail it out of here?"

"They could regroup."

"We can't take the chance. He's not gonna stop." Glenn spoke up.

"They're right." Carol sighed. "We can't keep living like this."

"So we take the fight back to Woodbury? We barely made it back last time."

"We can't afford loose ends either." Natalia told her.

"Yeah." Rick nodded, "Lets check on the others."

They got back to the cellblock.

Judith cooed as Beth carried her in, the others behind her.

Sully ran straight towards Natalia, jumping at her.

She excitedly petted the dog, smiling at him as she made sure he was okay.

"Thanks, Carl." She nodded at the kid.

"No problem." He said, as he hugged his father. "Dad, I'm coming to Woodbury."

"Carl." Rick sighed, standing back up.

"Dad, I did my job out there." Carl argued. "Just like all of you. Took out one of the Governors soldiers."

"One of his soldiers?" Hershel asked. "A kid running away? He stumbled across us."

"No, he drew on us."

"I'm sorry you had to do that." Rick told his son.

"Its what I was there for. I'm going with you."

Natalia walked outside to prepare to leave for Woodbury, helping to get one of the cars ready as Rick and Hershel talked.

Rick, Daryl, her , Glenn, Maggie and Michonne were going to go.

The others would move back into the prison.

Rick was talking to Carl when they finished, which had ended up in Carl walking away.

They were stood around the car when Rick walked over.

"Rick, we're staying." Glenn said, stood with Maggie. "We don't know where the Governor is. If he comes back, we'll hold him off."

"Just the four of us?" Daryl asked. "Alright." He nodded.

Natalia got in the back, Michonne got in the passenger, whilst Rick talked to Maggie and Glenn.

"You ready?" Natalia asked Michonne.

"Hell yes." The woman answered, as they highfived.

"Is it too early to say you might be my new best friend?" Natalia teased.

"Not in the end of the world times." Michonne grinned back.

Once Rick got in the car, they drove off, Daryl leading the way on his motorbike.

They were driving down a road, soon coming to a stop.

One of the trucks that Woodbury came in, was stranded in the middle of the way.

Dead bodies, some being eaten by walkers, covered the road.

Natalia took out a knife, whilst Michonne unsheathed her sword, both dealing with the walkers, Daryl even shooting some down with his crossbow.

Rick took out one that was eating a boy who sat in the drivers seat of another truck.

A woman with dark curly hair banged on the glass window of the big truck, making Daryl, who was stood in front of it, jump out of the way.

Rick raised his gun at her, heading towards the vehicle as Daryl opened the door.

It was night by the time they got to Woodbury.

The now five snuck around cars, their weapons raised in case of an attack, as they moved towards the gates.

The people on watch shot at them, causing them to shoot back, until hiding behind a car.

"Tyreese!" Karen, the woman, shouted, standing up with her hands in the air. "It's me. Don't-"

"Get down!" Rick shouted, yanking the woman to the ground.

"Karen!" Tyreese shouted back. "Karen, are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" She stood back up again, and out from behind the car so that they could see her.

"Where's the Governor?"

"He fired on everyone. He killed them all."

"Why are you with them?" Tyreese asked.

"They saved me!"

"We're coming out!" Rick decided, he looked to the other three, who all shook their heads. "We're coming out." He repeated.

Rick and Daryl were the first to stand up, Rick had his hands in the air, in surrender, whilst Daryl aimed his crossbow at them.

Michonne and Natalia copied, before they all raised their hands up and walked towards the gates, which were then opened by Tyreese, him and Sasha walking out.

"What are you doing here?" He asked Rick.

"We were coming to finish this until we saw what the Governor did." Rick explained.

"He -- He killed them?"

"Yeah." Rick whispered.

"Karen told us Andrea hopped the wall, going for the prison. She never made it. She might be here."

Tyreese let them in, Rick led them to the old warehouse buildings.

"This is where they had Glenn and Maggie." Rick said.

"The Governor held people here?" Tyreese asked.

"He did more than hold them." Daryl told him

"Whatever he told you, I can guarantee it was all bullshit." Natalia put it bluntly.

They arrived at one door, blood was pooling out of it.

Michonne and Natalia grabbed their weapons out of their sheaths, Daryl aimed his gun.

"Will you open it?" Michonne asked Rick.

Rick reached out for the lock, raising his gun with his other hand.

"One... two..." He pulled the door open, being met with the dead and beaten body of Milton Mamet.

"Andrea!" Michonne hissed, seeing the blonde woman leaned against the wall, running in for her.

"I tried to stop them." Andrea said, as the other three entered the room, taking a look at the woman, who looked weak and also covered in blood.

"You're burning up." Michonne whispered, holding her.

Andrea sighed, moving her shirt to reveal bites along her collarbone.

Natalia bowed her head and took a step back.

"Judith, Carl, the rest of them ." She asked.

"Us." Rick told her. "The rest of us.

"Are they alive?" Andrea asked.

"Yeah, they're alive."

She smiled, looking up at Michonne.

"Its good you found them." Michonne nodded as she cried for her friend. "No one can make it alone now."

"I never could." Daryl agreed.

Natalia didn't speak up about her personal experiences, she could handle herself on her own, and she preferred it on her own, until she met the group, she lost count of how many times they had saved her ass, or how much she came to care about them, she had only just begun to start seeing them as family, and she'd do anything for her family.

"I just didn't want anyone to die." Andrea told them. "I can do it myself." She decided her fate.

"No." Michonne told her.

"I have to. While I still can." She looked to Rick. "Please? I know how the safety works."

Natalia guessed it was some inside joke between the pair.

Rick passed over his colt python.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere." Michonne told Andrea.

She looked around the group.

"I tried." Andrea whispered.

"Yeah." Rick responded. "You did. You did."

They eventually left the room, leaving Michonne and Andrea to have some privacy.

Then the gunshot sounded.

Natalia kinda wished she knew the woman before Woodbury, then she had an idea of why she meant so much to the group, she could tell Andrea was a good person who had made bad choices, too bad Natalia was the type to hold grudges.

Rick had offered to take the remaining people of Woodbury back to the prison, uniting them, just like Andrea had died for.

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