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Settle: Merle Dixon X Male Reader
Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ and ‘boy’
Physical Sex: AMAB
Rating: E/Smut, language
Warnings: Slurs (homophobic), Merle Dixon is his own warning, mention of Merle’s SS symbol, typical southern prejudice/homophobia, neck kissing, anal fingering, anal sex, cockwarming, hand job, cuddling, top Merle and bottom Reader
Summary: After striking out with every woman in camp, Merle turns to you and ignores the gay aspect of sleeping with another man in favor of getting laid.
A/N: Imagine my lack of surprise but utter disappointment in finding no male reader shit for Merle. Written out of spite. Enjoy.
After a third pill and a third strikeout, Merle is almost certain he’ll have to handle himself tonight. No woman in the whole damn camp wants any action, even with a touch of good ol’ Southern charm Merle attempted. Not a bite from anyone. So Merle stumbled through the cluster of tents, only half as high as he’d like to be and blue balls stiff between his legs. Just as he’s about to turn a corner towards his tent on the outskirts with his brother’s, he catches a pretty sight.
Not that Merle is gay. Of course not. But the man is asleep with his tent partly unzipped, shirt off and back arched like a damn whore. How could Merle not stare just a little. His eyes trail over your back, bare and just fuzzied by the drugs in his system that he may mistake things enough to ignore the dick between your legs.
So he kicks your foot, waking you up.
Your hand goes to your knife first, then you turn to see it’s not something dead behind you. “What, Merle?”
“Ya a queer?”
You squint at him, off put by the way he says it. “Why’re you asking?”
He shrugs. “Fella can’t be curious.”
“Not with that Nazi symbol on your bike you can’t.” You close your hand around your knife. “Go away.”
Merle chuckles, raising his hand in mock surrender. “Woah, woah, there… I was just askin’.”
You stare at him for a moment. “Fine. Yeah, I like men. I’m a queer. Are we done here?”
Merle bites at the inside of his cheek, trying to come up with the right words. “Ya let me fuck ya?”
“What?” You ask, sitting up to look at him properly.
Merle scoffs. “Ya heard me. Would ya?”
“Why would you-“
“Ladies ‘round here bein’ stingy.” Merle shrugs. “Hole’s a hole.”
“You’re joking.” You say in disbelief.
“Ain’t like I never fucked an ass before. It’s the same shit.”
You shake your head. “No, it’s really not.”
“Aw, come on, I’ll be quick.” Merle attempts a pout. “Ain’t no trouble.”
You sigh, shaking your head because you know it’s a dumb idea somewhere deep down. “Fine.”
Merle grins. “Atta boy.”
“Get on with it then.” You sigh, watching Merle step inside. “Zipper.”
Merle turns and zips the tent closed behind him, fumbling with it for longer than any regular person would. When he turns his hands go straight to his belt.
You watch his fingers move for a second. “You ever fucked another man before.”
Merle snorts. “Course not. I ain’t a queer.”
“It’s a little different, you know.”
“What?” Merle sneers. “I gotta play with yer pecker er somethin’?”
You shake your head. “Not necessarily. But you have to stick your fingers in for a while and stretch things out.”
“Yer just picky.”
“Maybe. Just do it, asshole, or I’m not gonna let you fuck anything.”
Merle pulls his belt free. “Fine. Pants off then, sweetheart.”
You huff, annoyed at Merle already, but it’s been far too long since you’ve had this chance. You pull your pants off, ignoring Merle’s eyes on your legs and turn around to lay on your stomach.
“Alright.” Merle grins, shuffling up behind you and nudging your legs apart. “What am I doin’ here, sweetheart?”
You turn your head back, half wanting to see the sight. “Put your fingers in your mouth.”
“Why?”
“Spit’s the only lube we have.” You mutter. “Just do it.”
Merle glares slightly, but does as he’s told and presses three fingers past his lips. He sucks on them, his other hand already going to your hip. It’s clear he’s never been the type to do this with any of the women he’s been with either. Without prompting, he drops the hand down and traces until he finds your rim.
“Ya ready for Merle’s magic fingers, boy?”
“Shut up.”
Merle chuckles, circling his finger around before slowly pushing inside. “Whew…” Merle exclaims. “Tight little thing, ain’t ya?”
You open your mouth to speak but Merle’s finger drags against your prostate and all you can manage is a groan as you bury your face down into your pillow.
He leans over you, his hand moving up to grip at the bare skin of your chest. “I find somethin’ good?”
You nod, mindlessly pushing back into him. “Fuck, Merle…”
He repeats the drag, his fingers moving quickly to fuck whatever sounds he can get out of you. You don’t expect much more, but he leans down and presses his lips to your neck. He trails sloppy kisses over your skin, his fingers fully thrusting into you at a quick pace.
“You want me?” Merle murmurs next to your ear. “Want Merle to fuck ya better than some fairy ever could, don’t ya?”
“Yeah…” You answer, spreading your legs as much as you can. “Why you’re here, isn’t it?”
Merle grins against your skin. “You just be a good boy. You’re good at that.”
He sits back up, removing his fingers and positioning himself properly behind you. His hands fix on your waist, pulling you back and propping you up on your widespread knees. You feel his tip press against you for just a second before he presses inside. There certainly isn’t enough lubrication or preparation, so the stretch of being entered hurts just enough to make a few whines form in your throat. Merle pushes all the same, stretching you open and filling you up with everything he has.
He groans as he bottoms out, running a hand over your spine. “You feel so damn good, sweetheart.” He squeezes your hip slightly. “Might turn me gay…”
Before you can think much about that, Merle begins to piston his hips at a quick pace. Both of his hands grip tightly at your hips and the force of his thrusts presses you forward into your pillow, only held up at the waist for Merle to fuck into you properly. You let him, relaxing into the hold and letting him use you because the slide of his dick hitting your prostate feels better than anything else. Merle pushes you down to lay flat, leaning over you and rocking into you as his head dips against your shoulder. The sleeping bag below you rubs at your dick with every thrust Merle gives you.
“Knew I liked you.” Merle mutters, half to himself. “Better than any damn woman… shit, sweetheart.”
Merle’s hips stutter and he groans as he releases, burying himself as deep as he can into you. You take heavy breaths as Merle relaxes on top of you, trying to ignore the squirming feeling of not having finished. Then Merle’s hand snakes under you, pumping furiously fast and gripping hard until you mutter his name and your vision blurs for a moment as you spurt cum onto your sleeping bag.
His hand slows to a massaging tempo and you can hear him inhaling strongly. “Ya gotta let me do that again sometime, boy.” He murmurs. “God, yer making me inta a queer.”
“Happy to help.” You mutter, still catching your breath.
Merle chuckles, letting both arms encircle you as he fully lets himself relax on top of you. “So ya liked my dick in ya?”
You bury your head into your pillow, avoiding his annoying question.
Merle chuckles. “Lemme sleep here?”
“Whatever.”
“Can I fuck ya in the mornin’?”
“If you want.”
He grins, settling his lips right next to your ear. “Ya gonna help keep little Merle warm all night too?”
You groan as he pushes against you, his soft dick still filling you and linking the both of you together. “Just sleep, jackass.”
He chuckles again. “Whatever you say, queer.”
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YANDERE TWD
REUNITED (yandere! big brother! merle dixon x male reader x yandere! big brother daryl dixon) (yandere! gareth x male reader) (rick grimes x male reader if you squint)
NOTES: fair warning, this is some descriptive disturbing shit merle dixon counts as a warning on his own as well. this went in many directions i originally set out for yandere headcanons for the two, then got into the terminus arc, and ended with some pretty vague alluding to yandere. might write a part two)
imagine obsessive! possessive! big brothers! merle and daryl dixon. the dead begin to walk and they keep the darlin safe, meeting up with the atlanta camp. but the brothers won't let anyone get close to the darlin, not dale, not carl, certainly not shane or lori.
somehow, the darlin ends up going with glenn into the city on a supply run, only for it to go horribly wrong. the darlin insisted they head into a chemist to "look for medications" in case anyone in the camp needed them. but it was a lie. the darlin just wanted to find something to help merle with the inevitable withdrawal he'd go through once his supply of drugs ran out. the chemist is overrun by walkers but the darlin insists. "we can clear it!" they say to glenn "it'll be worth it for m- everyone" the korean gave the other a skeptical look. in the end, there was just too many, glenn thought he saw the darlin go down and reluctantly returned to camp.
"oi! shitface, you think you're a big boy now? can do whatever you want now everything's gon' to shit!" the raspy, harsh voice of merle dixon echoed through the camp. the redneck tramped over to the SUV glenn was parking. he remained silent as he turned the engine off. taking a deep breath, the young man exited the car, staring at the grass.
the older dixon stormed over, aggressively opening every door of the vehicle until he reached the boot. filled with supplies. "where the fuck is m/n" he growled, coming closer to the asian "he better be pullin up in another car" merle spat out. "i- it was" glenn stuttered out, looking like he was about to piss his pants "it wasn't my fault, m/n was being reckless, i had no cho-" CRACK glenn's face was soon bloodied and bruised, merle now on top of him, yelling out profanities as he beat the younger man. "merle!" the others quickly ran to pull the redneck off glenn.
"you fucking ch*ng-ch*ng bastard i'll rip-" merle was pried off glenn, who was now rolling around in agony, his face a bloody mess. "what the fuck happen'd" merle rasped out, although to glenn it sounded like a croak "where is he" merle was still being held back by t-dog and shane as he continued yelling. glenn avoided the rednecks furious gaze "the walkers got him" he finally spoke, looking down.
for a moment it looked like merle was about to cry, for a moment merle himself thought he was going to burst into tears like a sissy. "no he ain't" but instead he picked up his shotgun, and got into the drivers seat of the SUV.
that was how andrea, t-dog, jackie, glenn and morales ended up in the city. that was how merle got handcuffed to a roof by "officer friendly" and that was why daryl yelled in agony on that same roof. in the course of a day, he had lost the two most important people in his life.
but merle had survived by cutting off his left hand, and the darlin had survived by covering himself in walker guts.
"china- no- glenn- don't- help!" the h/c-et screamed, the sound of his own gun firing defeaning his ears. as one went down, another lunged at him, rotten teeth clanking together, desperately trying to knaw into his flesh. but he wouldn't die here. he couldn't. not when merle was 'relying' on him to get drugs. maybe then, the dixons would start to treat him as less of a clueless child and more of an equal.
after taking down a few, m/n jumped behind the counter, rummaging through the medications, looking for anything that might help with the withdrawal, or better, give merle his next fix. more of the dead came at him, but he just kept shooting, stabbing, hitting, anything to cause the fatal damage needed to end the dead's miserable 'life'.
BANG one was down BANG another BANG BANG BANG .. the slide didn't move forward as he shot his way through another round. shit. he was out of ammo "glenn!" he yelled out as a walker fell on top of him, wrestling it's way closer to his skin. all the korean could hear was m/n's screaming. which only attracted more walkers. he saw the medicine that m/n had thrown over the counter before going down, stuffing it into his bag, he creeped up closer to the group of walkers that had acculumated, following the sound of m/n's scream. until it stopped. "m/n?" he uttered under his breath, but the pile of walkers on top of each other told him the other was dead. with tears in his eyes, glenn ran out.
m/n struggled against the strength of the walker. it was freshly turned, he could tell. otherwise it wouldn't be so strong. kicking, punching, reaching for his knife, anything to save himself from becoming one of them. plunging his blade into the side of the walkers head, he quickly slit the once-man's throat. covering his face in the blood. before moving down to the abdomen. cutting it open, letting the walkers rotting insides pour out all over him, the ones that had piled on top soon couldn't distinguish the smell of living flesh from rotting blood.
he went silent, breathing shallowly, hoping, praying, they'd move off him and he could silently slip out. but when he was finally free of the chemist, glenn, the supplies they had gathered, and the SUV were gone.
he walked the dead-ridden streets of the once bustling city, covered in blood, hidden in plain sight. he kept walking (which then turned into a limp after getting hit in the ankle by a flying bullet) becoming weaker with each step, hoping to make his way back to camp. only to come to the end of the trainline leading into suburban atlanta. TERMINUS the building read "those who arrive survive" he heard a feminine voice call out from the speakers. maybe they have gauze. he glanced down at his leg, the sleeve of his shirt he had tied around it now dyed red.
"community for all; sanctuary for all" he saw a young man- perhaps just a little older than m/n was, staring down at him from the window. something felt amiss, off, but m/n had lost so much blood he didn't care. he stumbled towards the train station, stopping and starting as he debated his decision.
daryl, merle.. they'll be wondering he thought to himself, stopping for the 5th time, but i won't make it back he began walking again but they'll be looking for me he stopped, nearly tripping but the sudden lack of motion if i found this place they'll find it too he picked up the pace again, frantically moving towards the gates but- as he stopped himself once more, he finally tripped over. right onto the walker trap the train people had set up. his left ribcage was pierced by the sharp metal pole sticking out of the ground, causing the h/c-et to let out a loud screech.
before he knew it people had come out, the same man that had stared at him through the window moments earlier put his hand on the wound, causing m/n to flinch "we're you trying to get yourself killed?" the man mused, seemingly unphased by the active bleeding out that was happening in front of him. the man spoke more words that were muffled as m/n fell out of consciousness.
it was pitch black when he opened his eyes. not a shred of light to allude to the location. pitch black. m/n's hands brushed her his torso, feeling the gauze that was tightly wrapped around his chest. it all came back to him. the chemist, the walkers, glenn, the train people. he shifted his arms, feeling the thin material he was lated on, and the cold metal it covered. attempting to hoist himself up, pain shot through his body.
letting out a groan, he laid back down, closing his eyes. is this death. it certainly felt like it. the nothingness, the pain, it was all he had ever imagined death to be like. what felt like hours passed, the nothingness was almost comforting, how long had it been since he could lay like this and do nothing with no worries. it was all ended when the creaking of the door signaled to m/n that he was not in-fact dead.
the sudden brightness was blinding "you awake?" a masculine voice spoke. m/n's eyes began burning from the light, "i guess" he replied quietly, his eyes closing. "good" the male put down a plate next to where m/n laid "eat up. i know this isn't the warmest welcome, i would have liked to show you around first" the man chuckled, leaning down, seemingly to get a good look at m/n.
the man- who introduced himself as gareth, began speaking about the community- terminus. that they did whatever they had to for survival, that m/n would have to prove himself loyal if he wanted to become apart of the community. he wasn't sure how to tell this gareth guy that he was leaving as soon as possible to find his group.
the discussion started off normal as m/n finished his food, until gareth started talking about how lonely he was, as the leader of this terminus community. it only got creepier as gareth started to call m/n pretty boy, edging closer to him. m/n doesn't want to know what would have happened if that middld aged lady (gareth's mother), hadn't called the man away.
it quickly became evident to m/n that he was never going to leave. gareth locked him in the pitch black train car for hours on end, opening the door when there were armed men to prevent m/n from trying anything. gareth would sit with him and talk, running his hands over the male's body, stealing kisses, it was a reprehensive routine m/n had become forcibly accustomed to.
it all changed the day the hunters attacked. m/n was in his train car, as usual, listening to the outside screams, wondering if the attackers were dead or alive. he knew they were alive when one pried open the train car door, and threw them self on him. he was then thrown into a cramped train car with other terminus residents, where the hunters hand picked who to assault and slaughter each day. he and gareth spent their days huddled up together, talking about their lives before. had m/n not accepted the hunters offer to leave the train car if he worked for them, gareth wouldn't have lost his mind. but m/n was desperate to get away. from the train car. from terminus. to find his family.
but the hunters caught him trying to leave. they did their absolute worst to him and then threw him back in. when the termites took back terminus, gareth locked the leader of the hunters and m/n into the same train car. "this is what you deserve" he told him, before locking the door shut.
perhaps it was years, perhaps it was months, maybe it was only a few hours. the horrors of the train car began to unfold, as the man who had once led the attack on terminus lost his mind: pouncing on m/n at random, screaming for hours straight, trying to eat m/n alive when they'd be deprived of food, ripping his ear off in hungered insanity. as m/n laid there bleeding from his ear, he decided either i escape or i die. had running worked before? no. was he willing to die trying? not really, but a man would do anything for freedom, and that's what m/n did.
the hunter had fallen asleep, a fatal mistake, as m/n wrapped his hands around the mans unshaven neck and squeezed. within second the man awoke but m/n was relentless, not letting go until the other went limp. i just have to wait now he cried to himself, hands shaking. calming, he began to strip the man of his clothes and use the fabric to restrain his limbs.
waiting for the termites to open the door with the meal made of human flesh felt like an eternity. the familiar sound of metal scratching and creaking filled m/n's ear, who quickly sprung into action.
grabbing the reanimated hunter by the hair, he guided it in the direction of the door, throwing it towards the woman holding their plates. she screeched as the hunters corpse sank it's teeth into her flesh, blood pouring from the wound.
m/n grabbed the woman's gun and bolted as the nearby workers aimed their guns at the walker, taking it down swiftly, but m/n had already gotten out of the train car. hiding behind what once was his cage, he shot at every person who came into view. eventually making his way to the fence, through the woods, he didn't stop running until the sound of gunshots stopped entirely. even then, he kept running. he ran for what felt like hours until his lungs couldn't take it anymore. collapsing onto the dirt, heaving in and out.
woodbury had fallen, it's entire population now living in the prison nearby. rick had relinquished his leadership, insisting the prison be governed by a council. he often went on runs by himself, to get away from it all, to look back on his actions, to find lost survivors. it wasn't everyday rick grimes came across a twenty something perhaps younger male covered in blood, breathing like he had never tasted air before. well, usually the young men were walkers. but this one was very much alive.
"please don't" the male groaned out, eyes wide, as rick approached with a knife. "who are you" he drawled out, kneeling down to get a good look at the other. the young males face was bruised, his hair covered in blood, an ear was missing, and the male was emaciated. "uh" the male seemed to have to think about it, as if he hadn't spoken to another human in years "m/n" he finally puffed out, bringing his hand up to his head, where the left ear once was.
rick's hands brushed m/n hair out of his face, causing the male to flinch away "how many walkers have you killed" the older man finally asked after several moments of silence. m/n just stared at him, as if to say he hadn't been keeping track "how many people have you killed" still, the same look. "water" "what" rick narrowed his eyes. m/n used his free hand to shakily point to the man's bag, where a bottle of water was latched on to the side.
rick was silent as m/n chugged the water down "do you have anything sweet?" "no i don't" "oh" something about the boy felt familiar. didn't glenn mention originally going into atlanta to find a boy with a similar description? maybe it was just that the male reminded him of his own boy in a way, or maybe he had already developed a fondness for m/n. "i have a camp" rick looked m/n in the eye "we have walls, food, a community, a doctor that can look at your wound" he added.
the h/c-et shook his head "not again" rick furrowed his brows "what" the boy started to pick himself up "i gotta, um" he started feeling around the ground for his gun, "gotta go" he finished as he felt the handle of the gun. stuffing the weapon into his belt, he stood up, using a tree as a crutch. "c'mon kid, you're going to die out here" rick leaned forward and took the gun out of the others hand "no im not! give it!" m/n lunged forward, only to awkwardly fall into rick's chest, sinking down back to the ground.
"you've got two bullets left" m/n looked up at rick with a glare "either you come back to my camp with me or i just wasted my water on a dead man" m/n held his glare until the sun got into his eyes. "whatever" he looked down, hoisting himself back to his feet with the help of rick's hand.
daryl squinted his eyes as the evening sun glared down, merle had stolen his motorcycle. again. the older dixon was always going off on fun runs without informing anyone beforehand. perhaps because the redneck had never really been accepted into the group like daryl was.
taking another bite of his pork chop, daryl grunted at carol who told him to go in and get some rest. but why would he want to rest when all he could think of when his mind was unoccupied was his baby brother, the boy he had pretty much raised, who was now probably a rotting corpse in atlanta. but daryl still held out hope that m/n had gotten out, that he was safe, that he would find him oneday. this was why he never rested, these thoughts would creep up in the younger dixons head.
the sound of his motorcycle rumbling told him that merle was back. the older dixon sauntered over to daryl, a cigarette sat between his thin lips, "look what you're big brother merle got you, darylina" he pulled a pack of cigarettes out his pocket, sliding it into daryls pocket. daryl said nothing, staring into the distance; was that rick? the figure was too far away to discern.
"dad!" carl called out, jogging down. "look what i- m/n?" the young grimes exclaimed as he came closer to the pair. rick carried the half-conscious boy through the gates "you know this guy?" rick looked at carl, who flicked the hair out of m/n's face to get a better look "he was with us back in atlanta, we thought he died on a run"
daryl's heart stopped, did he hear carl right? they were pretty far away. standing up, he threw the pork bone aside and marched towards the two- three. when he finally came close enough to see the persons face, he had to stop himself from tearing up in front of carl and rick "m/n" he uttered out quietly. the father and son came to a halt as he approached "you knew this guy back in atlanta" rick nodded at daryl "'course i did. he's my brother" daryl was quick to take m/n off rick. he wanted to cut the mans arms off just for touching his precious brother.
daryl rushed m/n into the prison, settling him in his cell, "go get hershel" he told carol, who looked just as perplexed as merle did as he walked into the cell. "m/n!? i thought you was dead" he breathed out, shoving daryl out the way, who was quick to push back, both wanting to be as close to their younger brother as possible "where'd you find him" merle looked over at rick, who was standing out front the cell "in the woods, looked like he'd been running"
rick moved aside as hershel came in, merle reluctantly stood up as hershel sat to access m/n's condition. "he's lost a lot of blood" hershel examined the ear hole where the flesh and muscle had been ripped from "we should have bob look at him, but from what i can see he needs bandaging and antibiotics" daryl grunted "i ain't letting no stranger touch him" he ushered hershel away, taking m/n's hand in his own "i found antibiotics on last weeks run, that gon' be enough" merle looked over at the old man, who nodded "we'll have to see how he reacts"
neither daryl or merle left m/n's side whilst waiting for the antibiotics to kick in. it was strange. no one in the prison had ever seen either of them so worried for or attached to someone. but for the six days and nights m/n spent unconscious, his body fighting off the infection from his wounds, recovering from the months of maltreatment.
when m/n finally opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings, daryl was leaned against the wall at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on the boys face "sleep well?" was the first thing he said after the two had stared at each other for what felt like an eternity "yeah" m/n spoke softly.
"i should have never gone hunting that day" "am i dead" the two spoke in unison. daryl breathed out "no, never gon' let that happen" he shuffled closer, laying down next to the youngest dixon.
daryl stared at m/n intensely, until merle was roused from his sleep "m/n, i told you not to go out of my sight" he grumbled, sitting forward. m/n looked up at the metal frame of the top bunk "i just wanted to get you some narcan" merle stared at him, blinking away tears "didn' have to risk your life for it" he pursed his lips "i ain't worth you dyin'" he added quietly, sitting back, his eyes not leaving m/n's.
the room went silent for a moment "maybe not, but you're my brother" m/n closed his eyes for a moment "do you guys have pop or candy here?" he questioned hopefully. merle let out a chuckle "i found a can on my run today" he chuckled out, before going quiet "i chugged it on the spot"
"you piece of shit!"
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My first time posting. I wrote a thing and got told to share it.
The Walking Dead x Male Mute!Reader HC’s
Daryl probably didn’t trust or like you right off the bat:
• He didn’t like how quiet you were, like deadass you never made a sound, even while walking
• Doesn’t realize your mute at first and figured you just thought you were too good to talk to anyone
• Probably has beef with you because you use a bow and arrow
• He soon comes to respect you when you prove your willingness to help protect the group
• Even more so when he realizes you don’t talk because you just 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵
Rick probably trusts you right away, although he isn’t much of a fan of how you just kinda do your own thing:
• He likes that you’ll usually do what he asks(orders) - little does he know that what he tells you to do, you were already planning on doing it
• Because of your quietness, you can easily get in and out of places without being noticed - be that by walkers or people - and he 100% uses that to the group’s advantage
• Rick doesn’t like that you disappear from the group at times, even when your hunkered down somewhere; the prison for example, you’d sometimes just vanish and no one could find you
• When you come back though you usually have stuff that the group needs or wants, so they can’t be too mad
Glenn is pretty neutral towards you at first, although you somehow become pretty good friends:
• He was really unnerved from you at first, with how quiet you were and the hard RBF you got
• Because you both were quiet and quick, you often got sent on runs together and he 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 it
• Glenn realized you weren’t so bad when you made a joke one time on a run;
You both were in some sort of hardware store gathering supplies when Glenn bent down to grab something. A fart noised sounded in the store and with how quiet it was, Glenn heard it loud and clear.
He stood up and looked at you in embarrassment, truly believing that sound had come from him, only to stop when he saw the grin on your face and the playful glint in your eye. You repeated the noise, blowing a raspberry at him before your shoulders shook in silent laughter.
• After that you both became good friends
• He also realized that you weren’t some hardass that was constantly judging people
• Although he’s definitely caught you staring at the others when they did something questionable, definitely judging them.
• Glenn always found those moments funny, seeing the look of confusion or disbelief on your face
Carl likes you, he thinks your really cool:
• He thinks it’s really cool how you use a bow and arrow (something Daryl is totally not a little jealous of)
• Would beg you to teach him how to use it
• You would, only to grin and silently laugh when he somehow smacks himself in the face with the bow string
• You of course would apologize for laughing and properly teach him how to use it, although he can’t for the life of him draw it back at first
• Carl also thinks it’s really cool how quiet you are as he gets older
• Young Carl was definitely afraid to approach you because of your RBF
• As he gets older though he admires your stealth and will even ask how to be stealthier like you
Other characters:
Merle:
• Merle was convinced that you were lying about being mute
• He probably followed you one day while you went for a hunt or something to confront you
• You beat his ass six ways till Sunday
• He didn’t pester you after that, although Daryl tried to kick your ass for beating up his brother
Maggie:
• She probably thought you were kinda weird at first
• But she was also really curious about you
• Her and Glenn both went to you about the other, Glenn to be an absolute simp, and Maggie to see if Glenn was truly a good guy
Shane:
• Bro hated you from the start
• Because of how quiet you are, he felt like he was always being watched (he was)
• You always had this blank stare when you looked at him, it made him feel like you knew all his secrets (you did)
• You knew about him sleeping with Lori, at first you didn’t care for it but then Rick showed up and turned out to be her husband
• Shane was only a little thankful that you were mute so you couldn’t tell everyone what you knew
• He still knew that you could destroy him through, so he was very careful
• You only tortured him psychologically a 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦
• Especially after Otis died
• You had gone with them on the run and had supposedly gotten separated from them when the walkers showed up
• Shane knew better by that point though
• You seemed to know everything
Hershel:
• Just like the rest of the group, he didn’t want you on his farm
• He seemed to like you the most though because you didn’t carry a gun - at all - and you weren’t aggressive like Daryl
• It helped that you put your bow and arrows down whenever he asked for no weapons
• Overall you were just respectful towards the man and he appreciated it
#the walking dead x male reader#mute reader#rick grimes#daryl dixon#twd headcanons#headcanon#male reader#glenn rhee#carl grimes#x male reader#twd x male reader#maggie greene#shane walsh#merle dixon#hershel greene
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My feral tism brain wants a fluffy smutt mlm merle dixion X punk / alt biker reader fic
I can 100% see merle being one of those queer republicans who hate themselves so much that they take it out on others (I can relate because that used to be me) but like reader showing kindness and helping merle dismantle his internalized homophobia despite the homophobic jokes and slurs and merle realizing his feelings would make me ahhhhh
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Everything with you, everything from you
Summary: Daryl and you always loved each other, neither of you acting on your feelings and him always scaring all the men that had interest on you. That is until you can’t take it anymore.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x F!Reader
Era: Commonwealth
Genre: Smut, Romance
Warnings: NSFW, smut (there’s a small plot), sex, oral (male receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do it kids), creampie, Subish Daryl, Subish Reader, Sweet Dirty Talk, Swearing, Age Gap (everybody is of age, but Daryl’s concerned somehow. Reader is on her 30s and Daryl on his 50s). 18+ Minors, please do not interact.
Word count: 5,505
A/N: English is not my first language so it may contain errors, even though I proofread it. It’s lightly implied reader is plus size, but everyone can read because it’s just small hints of it.
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You were infuriated.
He infuriated you in the same amount he made your heart beat faster because of him.
It had been years of the damn apocalypse, years that you met him, years that your mom died and let you alone. It had been years since he became your best friend, protector and trainer. He taught you many things. He taught you how to fight, hunt and track. He also taught you about love, but he didn’t know it or he fakes he didn’t make you fall in love with him all those years ago.
It first started as a silly crush, when the world ended you were so young… you were in your first years of college when it all happened. You and your mom had become close with the Dixons at the quarry, Merle was a dick, but your mom made him respect both of you, as much as he could. Daryl… was Daryl, he was quiet and grumpy, but he was gentle and caring on his own way. Your mom’s origins wasn’t very different from the two rednecks, so she was able to understand them and where they came from, you were lucky that her and your dad could give you a better life. When the quarry was attacked by walkers and you mom got bitten and died, he was everything you had.
Still today, even with your big found family, you and him were like a package, you even shared an apartment at the Commonwealth and raised Judith and RJ together while Michonne and Rick were away. But your package… this package never included a relationship with him. You were on your 30s already, no boyfriend, no relationship and you couldn’t even blame yourself, guys did come to you and wanted to flirt with you, make plans with you… but he… he always ruined everything. He’d scare the men or make it impossible for you to go out with any of them. In the beginning, you thought it was ok, he was just worried, you were young and you were all still careful about people outside of your small circle. Then you started to think he also felt something for you and it made your heart beat fast and butterflies fly on your stomach. He never acted, he never did anything, and honestly you were tired of waiting for him, you were tired of being alone, you wanted to live just like everyone else. Have someone to hold hands, cuddle, have some physical contact and make plans for your crazy uncertain future.
You entered your shared apartment after him and knowing the kids were on a slumber party at Aaron’s, you closed the door with all the strength you had.
“Wha’ was that for?!” He stopped on his tracks and turned to you. He knew what it was for, He was just playing dumb.
“What was that for?” You sarcastically repeated his question. “Why do you have to ruin all my chances of going on a date with someone?”
“That guy’s a prick.” He leaned on the counter of the kitchen.
“Funny, ‘cause every guy that has some interest on me is a prick for you.” You took some cold water from the fridge, maybe it was going to help you calming down.
“Not my problem you’ve got a bad taste in man.” He picked an apple from the tray and started eating it nonchalantly.
You looked at him, more specifically at the back of his head that you could see from where you were at the kitchen, he felt that soon your stare was going to make a hole on his head, but he tried to fake normalcy. “Yeah, I think I really got a bad taste in man. But apparently that’s your problem since you can’t let any of them get close to me.”
“Why do you keep doing that, Daryl?” You asked, honestly, and he turned to look at you.
“Tomorrow, we have family game night. It’s important.” He said, and that was what he had just said to Jake the guy from your work that asked you to go out on Saturday.
“And I can’t miss it one week?” He was full of bullshit when he wanted to. “What about Sunday? Why did you say I couldn’t on Sunday?”
“Because… I don’t like him.” You rolled your eyes. You walked to the other side of the counter, one hand on it and the other on your waist.
“You don’t need to, I’m the one that has to like him.” You blurted out. You were tired incredibly tired of that sick silly game of his.
“I…” you didn’t let him finish.
“I don’t want to be alone, Daryl. Nobody comes close to me because of you. If you feel anything for me, grow some balls and do something about it, or stop getting on my way.”
The following seconds were a blur, in one moment you were feet apart and in the next you were being lifted to sit on the counter, Daryl between your legs and his lips crushing against yours. A hot messy hungry kiss on your lips, for a brief moment you were surprised, but then you closed your eyes and just let yourself enjoy the moment, take this once in a lifetime opportunity that you have been waiting for years. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your hands tangled and tugging on his hair. You kissed him back with the same enthusiasm and eagerness, you had dreamed about this for so long. His left hand was on your lower back and the right one was holding a handful of your thighs, your thick delicious thighs that he wanted for so long. You tugged a little harsher on his hair eliciting a groan from him, he pulled you against his body and you could feel his hard on, knowing it was all for you. He gave open mouthed kisses on your jaw and descended to your neck, making you grind yourself against him and a loud moan come from you.
And he stopped.
He simply stopped and pushed himself away from you.
“Fuck.” He said as reality hit him, or what felt like reality for him. “I shouldn’t have done this I…”
“Funny, ‘cause your hard dick says otherwise.” You said still sitting on the counter, cheeks blushed, lips plump and all the tension that had gone threatening to come back. “I’m not complaining Daryl, actually it’s the opposite. So why would it be a mistake?”
“This isn’t right. Ya’re younger than me. Shit… ya could be my daughter.” He said, hand on his forehead, the other on his face.
“Unless you fucked my mom, and I don’t know. There are zero chances of you being my dad.” You tried reasoning with him, was it what he was thinking all this time and not acting on it?
“Ya understand what I said. Ya’re way younger. I’m on my 50s and you on your 30s it’s… it’s not…”
“Right?” You asked. “Is it wrong that 2 consenting adults want each other? I’m not a kid anymore, you just said I’m on my thirties. When we met each other maybe it could have been messed up, I mean I was young and naïve, but still of age. But now? You really want to put the age gap talking on me?”
“Didn’t say ya’re a kid.” He retorted trying to not look at you since your flustered image wouldn’t help him controlling himself.
“If you don’t, it doesn’t make any sense thinking that what happened right now was a mistake.” You jumped from the counter and put yourself in front of him. “What is it? Are you attracted to me but is ashamed of me? Am I not beautiful enough? Not thin enough?”
“I ain’t this shallow, Y/N.” He looked at you, and it broke him seeing hurt and self doubt all over you. “I made a promise to your mother, before she died that night in the quarry. I promised I’d protect you…”
“And you did. I don’t need your protection anymore, you taught me how to defend myself. I don’t even need you to eat, I can hunt my own food if needed. So you’re free you from this burden, I should have never been your responsibility.” You were so angry at that moment tears on your eyes threatening to fall down, his promise should have nothing to do with it. “Well. Fuck. So here’s the thing, if you’re not taking me, acting on your feelings or whatever, Stop hindering other people to do so! I’m not gonna wait on you my whole life and be unhappy just because you’re so close minded.” The words left your mouth like the water flowing from a broken dam. You took your bag again and headed to the door.
“Where are ya going?” He asked before you could leave.
“I don’t know. Gonna decide once I leave. Don’t wait for me. I’m not coming back for game night, tell the kids I’m sorry.” You opened the door and left, no looking back.
He stayed there for a moment staring at the door, he had just let you go. He had you on his arms, just like he dreamed many times and he threw it away, he didn’t do all the things he wanted to do to you. He didn’t showed you how much you meant to him, he just pushed you away and probably lost you, not only on the ways he wanted to have you, but probably also as a friend. He was stuck, desperate and helpless, he didn’t know what to do now that you were gone.
When you left the apartment, you didn’t know where exactly you were going. Now, you had two possibilities. You could go to Carol’s she was your friend, but she was also his friend and he would want to go to her and you would lose your moment with her. So instead, you decided going to Rosita’s, they worked together, but he would not look for her to vent about everything and he knew Rosita would kick his ass if he went there looking for you, or at least you thought so. A plus was, you could also use Coco cuteness to calm and warm your heart, since your kids were not around.
When you knocked at Rosita’s door she wasn’t expecting to see you, and right when she saw you she brought you inside and put you on a tight hug. You had watery eyes and when your friend embraced you so kindly you couldn’t control the tears anymore and let them roll.
“What happened babe?” She asked sitting on the sofa with you and holding your hands. “Who hurt you? Was it Daryl? Want me to kick his ass?”
“He ruined my chances to go on a date, again. We fought at home. We kissed and…” Rosita didn’t let you finish given the new information that was something you never said before when you complained about the archer.
“Wow, slow down. What? You kissed? So why are you here crying?” She truly needed to understand, she knew there was probably more to it, but she couldn’t hold herself when you mentioned kissing.
“Yes, and it was the best kiss of my life. But it doesn’t matter, he ruined everything. When it was getting heated, he simply pushed away from me and said everything was a mistake.” You said, the angry feeling about all the happenings coming again to your mind.
“Oh, he didn’t!”
“Yes, he did. He says I’m too young for him. He’s…ridiculous!” You wanted to pull out your hair, he was making you crazy. “I hate him!”
“You don’t hun…” Rosita pulled you for another hug and you just rested your head on her shoulders.
“I… I think I’m giving up Rosi… I can’t keep losing time like that.” You had already lost so much, not that he ever made it easy for you to know other people and find someone, but maybe you should have imposed yourself many years ago and things wouldn’t have gotten so bad like now.
Daryl couldn’t stay at home. The silence there without you were deafening, he left the apartment and went to the only place he knew he could find some solace if it wasn’t with you. He knocked on the door and waited for the answer. He wasn’t expecting for this person to get the door.
“Hey, Daryl! Is everything, ok? You look terrible.” Ezekiel told the hunter while holding the door.
“I… I didn’t know ya were here. I’m sorry, dun wanna to spoil yer moment.” Daryl scratched his neck nervously.
“Nah, you’re not disturbing. Come in, Carol and I were just having dinner and talking.” The former king invited him in.
He entered the apartment and ended at the table opening his heart to Carol and Ezekiel about everything that happened. Carol listened to everything in silence, but she already knew everything she needed to know.
“You know she’s right, don’t you?” Carol said when Daryl stopped telling them everything.
“I dunno if she’s right.” He stubbornly answered.
“You’ve liked her since when? The farm? And she also liked you for a long time and you already knew that.” Carol told the obvious, but at the moment she felt like she needed to draw for the observant and smart archer.
“Since the quarry.” He mumbled.
“Ok, since the quarry. Whatever. Even earlier and you still act like you shouldn’t be together because of your 20 years difference or something.” Sincerely she thought both of you would have it sorted out a long time ago. “She’s not a little girl and you’re also not a little boy, so stop acting like one.”
“Daryl, love’s something so rare in the world we live in. You shouldn’t let some prejudice like this prevent you from being happy with the person you love.” Ezekiel spoke for the first time, he was careful with his words.
“I ruined everything already.” He took a deep breath. Damn. The way you looked at him, he felt like the biggest asshole in the world, keeping you away from happiness but also didn’t acting on both of your feelings.
“You can still do things right. You just need to quit this nonsense about age. She’s a good heart, and I know she’ll forgive you if you talk to her.” Carol felt like she needed to grab both of your hands and guide you through this like two kids, or you would stay in this cycle forever. “She forgave when you left with Merle, all the times you lied to keep her safe and I’m pretty sure she forgave you for all the years you stayed out there coming and going to look for Rick, and you ended up with Leah, you and Y/N weren’t anything other than friends, but don’t you think it hurt her while she loved and couldn’t have you? She wouldn’t be around if she didn’t forgive you.”
He didn’t say anything, he looked down and started to chew on his thumb, an old habit of his when he was anxious.
“Now, I know it will sound cliché and cheesy, but forget all this shit and follow your heart. Go find her.” She gave a small squeeze on the archer’s hand and have him an encouraging smile.
“Do you have any idea where she could be?” Ezekiel asked.
“Maybe. I hope she’s there and not going after that fucking prick.” He answered, jealous rising when he remembered your colleague asking you out earlier. “Thanks, gonna see if I find her. If not I’ll just need to wait for her.” He got up and was ready to leave.
“Go get her pookie! If you need some extra time I don’t mind taking the kids and having game night with them here.” Carol said taking Daryl to the door. “If you both don’t solve this, I’m going to kick both of your dumb asses.” She completed.
He walked on the corridors of the old building following the path he already knew by heart, whenever he’d not find you, he knew you would be there. He was nervous, it could go all kinds of wrong, but he needed to try if he still had a chance. He stopped in front of the door and took some breaths before knocking on it.
You were at Rosita’s kitchen preparing some pasta for both of you to eat when Coco started to cry and she had go look after the baby. In that specific moment you heard a knock on the door. “Can you answer it, Y/N? It’s probably Eugene or Gabe.” Rosita said already with Coco in her arms.
“Yes, of course.” You lowered the fire you were using to cook the sauce and went to the door, opening it without even looking who it was. When you opened you met the last and first person you wanted to see at the moment, damn your lovesickness for him. You were just going to shut the door right at his face, even though the house wasn’t yours, but he was faster and held the door. “What do you want? I told you to not wait for me.” You tried to sound monotone, but you were pretty sure you sounded angry.
“Ya didn’t say anything about coming after ya. I want ya, that’s what I want. I’ve always wanted ya, and I’ve been an idiot trying to deny it. We’re both adults and I was being stubborn and dumb about it. I love you and…” he stopped to catch a breath since he hadn’t breathed since he started talking. “…I’m incredibly sorry. Please forgive me, and come home with me.”
“Daryl, I love you too. You know I love you. If you go back on your words…” you started to say, your voice shaken with emotion, but was interrupted.
“I won’t. I promise.” He took your hand in his and looked at your eyes. “Let’s get home and make things right.”
“Go girlie! Grab your man!” Rosita shouted from behind and you had almost forgot she was there. Daryl had ignored it completely just now being aware of opening his heart to you in front of Rosita, and Coco.
“I’m going er… Can you just wait a minute? I’m finishing dinner for Rosi. As you can see, she’s a little busy with Coco.” You said going back to the stove and checking if the sauce was good.
While you finished the dinner for Rosita he sat on the sofa near Rosita and the baby, and they talked about something you couldn’t hear from the kitchen. You considered you must be dreaming, this moment couldn’t be real, but you just burnt your pinkie on the pan and it hurt like a bitch, so you were definitely not sleeping.
When you finished you told Rosita it was ready, you gave her a warm hug and you kissed Coco goodbye. You left the apartment with Daryl following you and soon his hand engulfed yours and you could swear you were in heaven, you felt all flustered. Daryl was no different, he was a blushing mess from his cheeks to his ears. His mouth a thin line, his lips pressed against each other trying to contain the smile that wanted to come out.
Once you got home you opened the door and entered first, you waited for Daryl to lock the door and when he turned to you… You attacked him, you crushed your lips and body against him pressing him against the door. Daryl wasn’t going to lie that he didn’t want that to happen, he wanted that a lot, but he wasn’t expecting you’d like to engage in such activities so soon. He had imagined maybe cuddling with you on sofa or bed, talking about you or making dinner together. But he wasn’t going to sign a complaint, he was more than fine with your choice for your first night as a couple.
He quickly kissed you back, his hands coming to your back sliding on it and ending on your butt which he grabbed and pulled your body against his. You gasped in surprise and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, your hands were on his nape and on his hair tugging at it and scratching his scalp. You felt his erection against your belly and you couldn’t resist but slip your hand down his body and touch it, earning a groan from him. It was so hard and by the outline you could see it was thick too. You just couldn’t wait to feel and taste his cock, you unbuckled his belt and worked on the zipper opening his pants.
You shoved your hand inside of his pants now groping his dick with only the thin layer of his boxers separating your hand from touching it skin to skin. He threw his head back leaning on the door, groans and grunts escaping his lips.
“Do you like it Daryl?” You asked your eyes on his face registering all of his reactions on your memory.
“Yeah, a lot… ugh…” The way he was at your mercy was so delicious that you couldn’t contain yourself into teasing him.
“Are you gonna be good for me?” Your hand went up a little, your thumb holding on his waistband.
“Yeah, ‘m gonna be good. All for ya… Anything for ya…” he answered, his eyes closed his mouth agape and a little sweat on his temple.
“Good, so I’m gonna take good care of you. Ok?” You said while you pushed his boxers down with his trousers letting his dick spring free from it looking deliciously glorious. You took it in your hand, pumping it, playing with it… gods… your mouth was watering. “It’s this hard for me baby?”
“Yeah, always this hard fer ya.” He nodded, a groan escaping his lips at each different touch on him.
You got to your knees and he wasn’t expecting this, this wasn’t like he imagined your first time together to be, but again, he wasn’t complaining, he’d take everything you wanted to give him and you’d have more time to do it in all the ways you could and wanted.
You pumped his cock a little bit more and before giving it all of your attention you gave a delicate kiss on his balls. “Oh, fuck…” he hissed, goddamn how did you come so boldly like this? You licked them, your hand never stopping pumping his shaft and your eyes never living his face. Now he looked at you he wanted to watch you with the face of an angel work sinfully with your mouth. You started sucking on his balls making him moan and god, it was delicious hearing him moaning. You sucked both sides of it and just by doing it you had already a pool in your panties. Not that you wanted any other man, but after this you’d want to only suck his dick.
Your mouth left his balls and went to the base of his cock, giving open mouth kisses while your hand would wipe its head. You put both of your hands on his firm thighs and licked all along his shaft. “Damn! How can ya do it so well, angel?” He hissed, hands flattened on the door and the wall.
“You cockblocked me all those years, but at least I had some fun before the world ended.” You said before kissing the tip of his dick, just to put it in your mouth and swirl your tongue on it.
He wanted to throw a sassy remark at you, but at this point his brain couldn’t formulate anything coherent so he decided to just appreciate what you were giving him. One of his hands went to your head massaging your scalp while the other continued supporting him on the wall, it was so good that he felt like he would fall. You’d take little by little, more and more of him while you hummed on it at how it tasted deliciously like Daryl and his pre cum. You started bobbing your head up and down, going further and further, his moans and his hand on your head encouraging you to continue and when he alerted he was about to cum you slowed a bit, you wanted it on the top of your tongue, you wanted to fully taste and savor him. You touched his balls while sucking him and soon he was shooting his seed inside your mouth while he grunted and moaned your name. You swallowed every drop of it, not wasting anything.
“Tasty…” You wiped your mouth and he brought you from your knees to stand up.
His lips crashed immediately on yours, changing positions and pressing you against the wall. His taste on your lips and on your tongue making him taste himself on your mouth. He kicked his pants and boxers like he could without breaking your kiss, still wearing his boots, but now his legs were free to move. He lifted you from the floor and you got the cue to put your legs around his waist, her urged you to take your shirt off and took a moment to kiss your neck, shoulders and collar bones.
He started to walk, taking you to his room and you couldn’t care less as you took this time to kiss, nibble and suck on his neck. He threw you on his bed and took his boots off frantically, you were on your elbows observing him as he took your shoes off and threw them anywhere in the room. You observed him only using a black sweater, bare legs and his cock that you had sucked the life of a few minutes ago was already standing proudly. You licked your lips and he didn’t let it pass, having a smirk on his face.
He came back to you hovering you on the bed in between your legs, taking your lips one more time while his hand travelled down your body palming your covered bra. His hand went to your back and how he was able to open it so easily was a mystery to both of you. He massaged your breasts with both hands giving slight pinches on your erected nipples taking moans from you. His mouth came to your left breast while his hand took care of the other and his other hand descended to work on opening your jeans.
Once your pants were open he pulled them from your body taking your panties too. God, there was too many layers he needed to have you. He came back with his mouth to give the same attention to your right breast while his hand covered your wet covered pussy.
“Is this by just sucking my cock?” He took his mouth from your breast spit slipping from his mouth. “I barely played with ya.”
His fingers slipped between your folds making you whimper. “Princess, I made ya a question. Don’t ya wanna be a good girl and answer?” He watched you, observing every reaction you had. His thumb touching your clit and circling it, a cry leaving your lips.
“Yeah… it’s because of your cock.” You replied breathlessly. “It’s so delicious… ugh…” One finger slid inside your cunt.
“Are ya my good girl?” Husky voice, his finger pumping in and out of you.
“Yeah…” A second finger went inside of you. “Ugh… Dar…”
“And who d’ya belong to?” He asked finger fucking you, a lick to your neck savoring you and sweat.
“You… I’m yours…” Your hips bucked onto his fingers. He started scissoring, his thumb pressed on your clit.
“Whose pussy is this, hugh?” You were a trembling moaning mess, your cunt clenching around his fingers.
Damn. You were close. “Daryl’s! It’s yours…” His fingers going in and out of you, playing with your button till you burst out in your orgasm clenching and spasming on his fingers. His name being moaned again and again.
“Fuck. Ya’re so good fer me.” He kissed you passionately, fingers pumping you slowly, till he broke your kiss, just to have a taste of you from his fingers and slipping them in your mouth so you could suck and taste it too. “Such a good girl… what should be yer reward?”
“You know what I want… but first…” you tugged at this black sweater that he was still wearing, fuck, you wanted to feel his body against yours, skin to skin, the mix of your scents with sweat and the smell of sex.
He took out his shirt throwing it on the floor and coming back to you, looking at your eyes, his hands caressing your head scratching your scalp. “Now, tell whatcha want sunshine…”
“I want your dick, full inside of me. Please…” You pleaded your hands wandering on his chest, going down on his abdomen.
“Ya ask so nicely, I could give ya the world.” He kissed you, deeply, slowly and sensually, this time wasn’t like all the others despaired and craving for the other, it had more. It was as if this kiss could mean everything, all the years pinning for each other, all the feelings that were hidden, the lonely nights thinking about each other, the inability to be satisfied never having the other…
He aligned himself to your pussy and he pushed inside. You gasped, it had been so long… and you’ve been wanting this for so many years, that none of your fantasies or attempts to reproduce the feeling with your fingers could compare to having him inside you. He slowly bottomed out and started to move once you were comfortable. His hips trusting onto yours rhythmically and yours doing the same unable to contain your moves and the need for the man between your legs.
“Fuck, ya’re so delicious. I should’ve had give in to yer temptation earlier.” He groaned nibbling and sucking on your neck.
“Dar… ya do it so well…” Your arms around him holding on his shoulders. “Hhgmmm…”
A thought crossed his mind for a single second and he didn’t think twice. He rolled both of you so you’d be on top, his hand moved to your hips. “Ride me, I wanna see ya riding me…” you sat on top of him, he still inside of you. You looked at him and… Daryl has always been handsome but fuck… were he gorgeous right at that moment.
You moved your hips, both hands on his stomach, going up and down right on your rhythm, rolling on top of him. “You feel amazing…” You closed your eyes, throwing your head back, your hair down framing your face… in Daryl’s mind he was being fucked by a goddess., you glowed in all your glory. You felt you were close, that so familiar feeling inside of you telling you’d explode at any moment, you quickened your pace searching for your breaking point. You could feel by the way Daryl’s dick was twitching he was close too.
“Y/N… love… I need to pull out I’m…” you interrupted him, going faster by every second.
“I dun mind. I wanna everything with you, everything from you…” If he didn’t mind of course, but you didn’t had the time to say it, hearing your words were the ignition he need to erupt inside of you, filling you with his cum and bringing you to the edge as soon as you felt his warm seed inside of you. “Daryl, fuck…”
Your body collapsed on top of him, your head laying on his chest hearing to his quick heartbeat and heavy breathing, both of you calming down and relaxing on each other’s arms. He rolled you again, so now you were resting on the bed he was on top of you. He looked at you, his hand on your face admiring you.
“I love ya, I always have.” He confessed.
“I love you too.” You said teary eyes, you were so happy you weren’t able to control.
“Shush… dun cry, I’m not pushing you away ever again.” He said thumb caressing your cheek.
“I’m so happy.” You said trying to control your happy tears and failing.
He pulled out of you, your mixed fluids coming out and spreading on the bed. He took a clean humid cloth cleaning you and the bed the better he could. Then he joined you in bed again, holding you, your head on his chest, a blanket over both of you. You talked about nothing and everything, imagining how the future would be and imagining how the kids would react once they knew you were finally together.
In the middle of talking you fell asleep, while Daryl stayed awake a little more thinking on how long he deprived himself from happiness and how lucky he was that you never gave up on him, until he fell asleep. Little did he know that you also thought you were the luckiest woman for having him by your side all those years and finally being able pour your love on each other.
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I really love your writing and I was just wondering if you could write something that doesn’t include smut where the reader moves into the trailer park where Daryl and Merle are staying at a friends, Daryl and the reader get close, the reader waits for Daryl but he never makes anything more of their relationship, so the two grow apart, until the reader gets a bf and finally Daryl confesses his feelings
Angels
Paring: Daryl Dixon x female reader
Era: Pre-apocalypse
Summary: You move into the trailer park where Daryl is staying.
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, mentions of violence, creepy men, and kissing.
Word count: 21,136
Daryl could vividly remember the day he first laid his eyes upon you; the male had been momentarily crashing at an acquaintance's place with Merle, spending his days in a worn trailer, a tiny home placed within a village of copy and paste houses. A trailer park. He had been floating around with his older brother, roaming aimlessly from place to place, couch surfing, before he ended up in the destination he was currently: A paint chipped trailer with holes placed within various walls, ratty furniture retrieved from the depths of a dump inhabiting the home, and old clothes, food, and other objects considered garbage, were littered throughout the domicile. He had lost track of how long he had been staying within the confines of the rotten community, and there was no foreseeable end to his visit. Or at least, not one anytime soon.
He often spent his days drinking alongside Merle's friends, taking part in fist fights within the front lawn, and nosely observing as other residents did the same. He would waste his days away by rotting in the summer sun, maybe speaking a sentence a day before falling asleep somewhere within the dingy home. The male wasn't too happy with his current situation, he often kept to himself, remaining quiet as he let his mind wander, practically trapped in the fictional world he had created within his own head.
It was on a day just like any other, he was placed upon the front steps of the small home, legs outstretched as he let a cigarette hang from between his lips, smog surrounding his head as he smoked like a chimney. The hot, summer sun was currently beating down upon his skin, the multiple layers he was supporting proved to add to the sweltering heat as he sat upon the ground, surrounded by his brother and his pals. The group was conversing about some subject that Daryl was unaware of, their voices becoming muffled as he often used their talking as some sort of background noise.
His vision was pulled from a small bird bathing within the murky water of a puddle placed within a neighbors yard, observing as the tiny critter laced itself in perspiration before the rumble of an oncoming vehicle echoed throughout the small town. The male’s head slowly turned towards the direction the noise had erupted from, eyes scanning over two of Merle’s friends beginning to shove one another angrily before his eyes landed upon the road placed to his right.
There was an unfamiliar truck approaching, dirt and dust flying up from the poorly paved concrete, the light brown cloud caged itself around the vehicle as it slowly made its way down the pavement. Daryl had no recollection of the truck, it was one he had never spotted within the vicinity before, but he wasn't quick to make assumptions about the cars backstory, as an array of vehicles often entered the community before seemingly vanishing the following day, never to be seen again. His eyes watched as the vehicle passed in front of him, heading towards a vacant trailer placed about two or three houses down the street.
As the car parked within the small driveway carved in front of the home, the male rolled his eyes, uninterested in another pesky civilian who would wake him up within the night with their self indulgent yelling or another community member who would soon rob him of the few belongings he still contained. He observed for a moment longer, about to yank his vision away from the rusting pick up as its engine shut off, the previous rumbling, that had been plaguing the vicinity, dyed away before the driver's side door popped open.
His breath caught within the depths of his throat as his eyes landed upon you: Your legs slipped from the vehicle, feet dangling from the side of the truck momentarily as your fingers curled around the doorframe. Your thighs were glazed in a layer of sweat as the male watched your nails grip at the metal before you eventually pushed your figure from the chambers of the vehicle, finally revealing yourself to the males awaiting eyes.
Your feet landed upon the concrete with a slight thud as the souls of your shoes thrashed against the ground, legs vibrating for a few seconds, threatening to give out before you turned, placing your back towards the biker as you reached for the door. You were supporting a pair of shorts, skin laced in perspiration as the sun rays being cast down upon you were unfaltering, the liquid glued to your flesh caused your skin to glow underneath the burning star placed within the cloudless sky. As you placed your palms upon the door, pushing it shut with force, a loud bang erupting from the truck as you did so, Daryl observed the way your hair hung upon your shoulders, cascading down your neck in thick clumps. Your locks were slightly fluttering as a reaction to your sudden movements, your hair flowed behind your head like a river as you spun around once more, a direct depiction of the waves that would crash down upon the ocean shore.
The bikers eyes stayed magnetized to your hands as you brought your palm up to your forehead, dragging it across your skin as you rid your flesh of the beading sweat rolling down your face before your fingers trailed down the side of your head, digits swiftly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear before you waltzed towards the side of your pick up. Once you arrived beside the bed of your truck, you lifted yourself onto the toes of your sneakers, leaning upon the side of your vehicle as you dropped your arms into the trunk, reaching for something just out of Daryl’s sight. The male picked up upon the small smile etched upon your lips as you retrieved a box placed within the truck, surprise washing over the biker as he contemplated how you could possibly feel any form of happiness while you unloaded your belongings into the diminishing trailer. Had you not seen the condition of both the homes and the people currently placed all around you?
As Daryl watched you disappear within the depths of your house, observing you like you were a heavenly spirit, as if you were a ghost grazing the Earth right in front of him, he wondered how an angel such as yourself could possibly end up in such a dump. Sure, the trailer park was littered with other females, trashy women who would often beat their kids and cheat on their husbands, but there had never even been a trace of a girl like you in this area. You were practically angelic as you bound from the steps of your tiny home, hair flowing around you as you emerged from within your trailer once more, a wide grin inching across your mouth as you returned to your truck. You appeared fragile, delicate as you fluttered towards your vehicle to retrieve yet another package of your belongings. It was almost as if you were out of place, like a rose amidst a bush full of thorns as you walked, moving swiftly, like a dancer, as you grasped another box.
“Daryl! Lil brother!” Were the words that finally drew the male from the seemingly hypnotic trance you had placed him within.
The redneck reluctantly yanked his eyes from your figure, pupils yearning to view you once more as Merle’s voice echoed through his ears. It was as if heaven and hell had collided as he turned his head, vision landing upon his brother who was now placed within the middle of a fight that had erupted about five feet beside him. Daryl wondered how you could even possibly exist within his vicinity, pondering upon how truly ironic that moment was: One second, he was observing a Goddess as she graced the Earth, but in a matter of seconds, he was rising to his feet as he let out a disheartened huff, tossing himself into yet another aimless fight, just to save his brother’s ass. It was like he was suddenly comparing an angel to the devil.
Over the next couple of days, you proved to be well adjusted to the robust behavior of the males that populated the trailer park, often paying the men no mind as they catcalled you, shamelessly flirting as you walked past. When Merle and his friends did their best to charm you, bestowing pet names upon you or applying their best pick up lines, you often replied to their foul behavior in a teasing manner, responding with a light chuckle before saying something along the lines of “in your dreams” or “you're gonna have to try harder than that.” You even surprised Daryl one afternoon when he observed you throw a pretty good punch at a guy who had attempted to grope you after you had returned in a bathing suit, previously paying a visit to the small river placed behind the civilization. You appeared much more composed compared to the other women who inhabited the trailer park, the females who would aimlessly yell and scream at the unpleasant men, although they often had the right to do so.
The biker adored your competent behavior, proud of your ability to take care of yourself, secretly smirking at the way you effortlessly rebuked the nasty men; the calm and collected manner you displayed while you reciprocated the men’s vile words with a variety of your own always seemed to infuriate the subordinate men, as any sign of yelling and anger is what they had desired. They yearned to antagonize others, and by not giving them what they wished for, you became superior to the inferior men.
And Daryl had never witnessed anything like it.
The brunette’s behavior had not gone unrecognized by your own, observant eyes; sense you had transferred to your new home, you quickly noticed the way Daryl had never treated you like an object, he never jeered at you or attempted to make a sly pass at you, he had not once allowed his hands to find their way upon your figure in any sort of manner, and he had yet to disrupt your peaceful moments of sleep with loud hollers or yells, unlike the other men within the trailer park. Instead, you picked up upon the fact that he always treated you with the utmost respect: He remained quiet while his acquaintances howled at you, he often simply addressed you with a silent nod of his head or shared a small, polite wave with you. And, although those actions don't seem like much, to you, they meant the world.
You had grown up around men like Merle, males who had been heckling you since you were old enough to understand the seriousness of the situation. You had grown used to the snide remarks and the stares received from inappropriate eyes, you had become accustomed to the flirtatious vocalizations and the creepy advances, so, overtime, you learned how to respond to these actions. You figured out how to handle yourself around trailer park trash without getting your teeth knocked out.
About a week and a half into your residency within the community, against your better judgment, you advanced upon the rowdy group Daryl had been accompanying one morning; you were experiencing struggles with your shower, questioning if the drain had possibly become clogged as water often pooled within the bottom of your tub after every shower, stubbornly resisting the urge to plunge into the depths of your drain.
You were aware of how capable you were of providing for yourself, not often requesting others' assistance as you had grown strong enough to adjust furniture on your own, you had acquired enough knowledge, when it came to appliances, to restore small problems, and you were obviously tough enough to stand up for yourself. And, you had also grown a strong distaste for many of the men found within the confines of trailer parks such as your own, so you always did your best to stray away from them.
But, this was an inconvenience you couldn't quite solve on your own, one you knew too little about to fix without assistance.
So, at around eleven one morning, after your drain had failed to engulf the water elicited from the pipes of your shower, you collected as much courage as you possibly could before exiting your house. With your hair still sopping wet and your feet bare, you stepped out upon your porch, the unfaltering blaze of the sun above you immediately began pounding against your moist skin, an effect that suddenly made you deeply desire the comforts of your cold shower once more. The air was filled with the sound of chatter amongst the loud civilians: People laughing, talking, and the muffled noise of far away yelling. The warm breeze currently burrowing through your clothes ejected the smell of cigarettes mixed with motor oil into your nostrils as your outfit rippled against the wind, the bright sunlight blinding you as thin stands of your hair began to blow into your vision.
As you brought your fingers up to your eyes, removing your locks from your irises, you quickly spotted Daryl placed among a group of bikers; the male was leaning against his motorcycle, back to you as he fiddled with the pads of his fingers, the other men around him bellowed loudly, cackling like they were the only people in a ten mile radius. The male’s brown hair was fluttering within the wind, short strands fighting against the lukewarm breeze as it crashed against his figure. The nape of his neck was dripping with sweat, skin turning a slight pink as the sun beat down upon him, the bike placed beneath him glimmering underneath the rays of light.
The male supported his typical leather vest, your eyes skimming across the tattered, black material before your vision landed upon the wings engraved within the article of clothing. You observed the aging wings, turning a light brown overtime, loose strings dangling within the wind as the cloth bent and contorted under the control of his shoulder blades. You smiled to yourself, unsure of the symbol's true meaning, but you could concur that the wings fit him quite well, he appeared as an enthralling angel within in the sweltering sun, surrounded by a crowd of demons as he perched himself against his bike.
He was truly angelic, from the way his blue eyes always seemed to glimmer in the sun, matching the rhythmic waves of the ocean or the vast blue of the skyline placed above you, to the way his light locks framed his face when the wind blew through him, thin strands of hair flowing around him like a soft current. He was large and muscular, upper body wide and stocky, but something about him seemed so delicate. Maybe it was the way he walked, carrying himself with ease as the people surrounding him bounded or shuffled, or perhaps it was the way he was always observing his surroundings, watching the trees or wildlife in such a curious and interested manner. He was alluring, enthralling and mysterious, everything about the male made you wonder about him.
You traipsed towards the cluster of men, feet kicking up the gravel placed beneath your toes, hair beginning to dry underneath the warming sun as the furthest male spotted you, a venomous smirk inching across his lips as he watched you approach. He suddenly nodded his head in your direction, signaling to the other bikers that someone was nearing, an action that caused you to fight back the overpowering urge to roll your eyes out of annoyance. You watched as the group glanced towards you in unison, heads looking lazily over their shoulders in a synchronized manner as they followed the first male’s gaze. Eventually, their vision landed in your vicinity, eyes circling your silhouette as if you were some sort of delicious feast and they hadn't eaten in years: Some licked their lips, others grinned at you, but all of them displayed their very nasty intentions, like they were the predators and you were the prey.
All of them except Daryl; the solemn male was staring down towards his bike, exhibiting none of the same etiquette or manners as the disturbing men surrounding him. The only thing he did that was similar to the others was the fact that he had turned his head as they had. He was shyly gazing upon the gleaming metal of his motorcycle, hair dangling within his face as he continued to dwindle his thumbs. The material upon the bike was casting an array of light upon his features, characteristics that exhibited his feelings of deep embarrassment, eyes frantically darting around and the obvious fact that he was chewing upon the inside of his cheek, ashamed of the actions that were obviously about to unfold.
You planted your feet upon the warm pavement, finally stopping in front of the pack as you stared at them, eyes scanning each and everyone of the men as you waited for them to unleash their gruesome attack of flirtatious remarks. Your vision skimmed across the various men: Some had long, overgrown hair, while others were balding. A few were supporting leather jackets and other biker equipment, while most were wearing ratty clothing, some still left within their work attire. Some were short while some were tall, and some had sharp features while others had rounder characteristics, but all of them were somehow the same, mushing together into one, giant, intimidating being as they sized you up.
Finally, some unknown man with a receding hairline, a male you had never laid your eyes upon until that moment, began to speak:
“Hey, I think I recognize ya.” He stated in a matter of fact type manner.
As his slurred words entered the chambers of your ears, your lips curled up into a slight smile while you crossed your arms upon your chest, an attempt to shield your cleavage from their desperation filled gazes. And you hated to admit it but, you were kind of excited to receive the disturbing words he was about to place in front of you.
“Mhmm?” You murmured in response, inviting him to continue.
“Yer tha girl of my dreams.” He replied.
His words caused the group to chuckle around him, laughter erupting all around you as many of the men stared down upon your frame, thrilled expressions etched upon their faces, like they perceived you as some sort of helpless, little creature. The men of the trailer park enjoyed antagonizing you, creating some sort of deranged image within their heads that you were more than happy and very willing to be with them, to love them as though they deserved your affection. A thought that couldn't be farther from the truth, from your snide remarks to physical retaliations you had laid upon them, but you weren't exactly surprised by the fact that they had yet to give up, or even consider the fact that you were uninterested, as it had never once crossed their minds that they were epiphany of what most women despised.
But, your eyes never forgot Daryl, noticing the way he kept his head down in shame, eyes peeking up at you from time to time, watching you through the curtain of hair he had created for himself, as though it was some sort of barrier. He remained motionless, feelings of remorse washing over him as he observed the situation unfold around him.
You allowed the laughter to die down, their chuckles and giggles eventually dissipating before you spoke once more.
“That's kinda funny cause I think you're the guy of my nightmares.” You retorted, giggling at the words that had just tumbled from your lips.
Your sentence caused an uproar of laughter among the men, the idiots just ate your vocalization up, cackling as though it was the funniest thing you had ever said as their friend grew deeply humiliated. The guy, who seriously needed to invest in a toupee, grew embarrassed, face turning a flustered pink as his acquaintances made fun of him, cussing you out from beneath his breath as he practically shrunk underneath your scrutinizing gaze, cowering away into the crowd behind him. You could hear the balding male swearing at you as he disappeared into the group of men, exclaiming something about you being a whore, or something along those lines.
Your eyes momentarily placed themselves upon Daryl, catching a glimpse of a smile tug at the corners of his mouth, lips twitching into a smirk as he remained quiet. You watched as his head slightly rose as he suddenly grew interested in the current conversation when he realized you were more than capable of handling yourself, although his eyes remained hidden behind the wall of brown locks.
Your fierce actions caused Merle to suddenly step forward, the dominating male began to loom over you as he challenged your previous actions. It was becoming increasingly obvious that he thought of himself as a worthy opponent, a contender who would be able to make you cower beneath him, that he would be the male to conquer you. As Daryl’s older brother hovered in front of you, he released a horse laugh, a cackle exiting his lungs while he conceived you as some sort of game, like the prior conversation had just been some kind of show you enjoyed putting on, flaunting yourself in front of the men.
“Hey, come on now, lay off Wade,” he said, words that caused you to come to the conclusion that Wade must have been the male you had just spoken with, the man who was now practically hiding behind Merle, eyes filled to the brim with an embarrassed anger as he glared at you “what's a nice girl like ya doin over here anyways?”
“I was just gonna ask you the same thing.” You spoke with a smile, another statement that caused his pals from behind him to begin to laugh.
As the sound of more obnoxious and vile chuckles entered your ears, you noticed how your comment appeared to just roll right off Merle’s shoulders while he chuckled form above you, seeming much more laid back compared to your previous opponent, Wade. The graying male smiled down upon you, a hint of pride flashing through his eyes, licking his lips as if he was finding joy in your satirizing antics.
Eventually, your irises finally fell upon Daryl once more, only to have a wave of surprise wash upon you when your vision met his own, his eyes already glued upon you. His blue irises were shimmering, sparkles appearing within his inky, blue eyes, an exact portrayal of the night sky, a dark landscape filled with gleaming stars. The biker bit his lip, entrapping the pink skin between his teeth as he attempted to hold back both a small smile and a light chuckle as he received the words you had just directed towards his older brother. At some point, he had lifted his head, hair pushed from his vision, revealing his entertained features and shy characteristics as he grew much more comfortable within the current situation.
“Anyway,” you spoke, feeling no need to wait for the laughter to diminish before finally drawing the attention back to yourself “Daryl, I was just wondering if you could help me with my shower? I think something is wrong with it.”
The other trailer park residents began to cackle once more upon hearing your words, and other than drink and smoke, it appeared to be the only thing they ever took part in. You mentally slapped yourself due to the way you had phrased your previous sentence as even you could understand that the way you had expressed your problems had been a bit deceiving. But, you were smart enough to understand why the men had begun laughing: They weren't chuckling due to your vague request, they were giggling at the idea that you even thought of soliciting Daryl’s assistance, as if he was unable to execute any of your needs or repair any of your troubles. In their eyes, it was as if the brunette was less of a male due to the fact that he wasn't loud and obnoxious, or the fact that he never attempted to make any vile moves on you, or any other women for that matter.
Daryl obviously thought the same of himself, he perceived himself as an inferior being, he thought of himself as some worthless human who didn't deserve the attention you were currently giving him. The fact that you were even interacting with him, speaking to him, and saying his name, asking for his help, not Merle’s, not Wade’s, not any of the other men, you were requesting for his aid, appeared to surprise him: His eyebrows began to raise slightly, lip escaping from the previous death grip he had bestowed upon it, and his prior fidgeting suddenly came to an end.
“Ya want my baby brother’s help? I could solve any of yer shower problems way better than he could, darlin. Hell, even Wade could.” Merle exclaimed, exhaling a short laugh.
Even after the older male’s statement, your eyes remained glued upon his younger brother, as though he was the only person in the world at that moment, like the balding man's words hadn't even entered the chambers of your ears. Like Merle, and all the obnoxious men, didn't even exist. You respected the quiet biker too much to even gratify his brother's words with your own, you couldn't even fathom the possibility of perhaps embarrassing the brunette or making him even slightly uncomfortable. But, you strongly believed that the angle of a male was much more of a man then any of the others would even amount to be.
Daryl watched as you smiled at him, a sweet and innocent grin as you nodded your head towards your home placed a few yards behind you, as if you hadn't even heard Merle's word or any of the other men chuckling from behind him. You were displaying a small, polite smile, your lips pulled taunt as your teeth threatened to reveal themselves while you waited patiently upon him to join you. And that was the first moment Daryl learned he would never be able to say no to you.
Eventually, the biker began wiping his palms upon his upper thighs, ridding his hands of the layer of dust they had accumulated before he sheepishly rose from his position upon the bike, standing to his feet before he began to saunter towards you. His actions caused an uproar of hollers and mocking jokes to start erupting from the mouths of the pigs placed behind him, many of the males whooping as the others whistled, their antagonizing behaviors causing Daryl’s cheeks to grow a light pink hue, one that was just barely noticeable to your observant eyes as the two of you began towards your house, continuing to pay no mind to the men left behind you.
“Sorry bout them.” The male stated simply, his Southern drawl extremely evident as the two of you stepped across the concrete, the heat emitting from the road quickly beginning to warm your feet.
Daryl’s voice was quiet, barely audible over the environment surrounding the two of you, speaking just loud enough for your ears to receive. His tone was raspy, voice gravely as his redneck accent shown through his words, his kind sentences causing your smile to grow a bit wider, your teeth quick to reveal themselves. The exposure of your mouth caused you to look towards the ground, growing a bit flustered as you stared upon the floor, watching as the biker’s shoes stomped across the street. That had been the first nice thing someone had said to you in a long while, you were also pretty sure that was the first time you had ever really heard the male speak: His delicate, yet thick, voice shocked you as you arrived upon your dirt laced driveway, not really expecting his voice to be as soothing as it seemed to be.
The aroma currently being emitted from upon his body suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks, the smell of pine mixed with a hint of motor oil fogged your brain. His fragrance was almost intoxicating, your mind momentarily short circuiting as the two of you waltzed underneath the large shadow being casted upon the ground by your home, the sun beating down onto the trailer, an action that caused a dark figure to appear upon your lawn. Your legs suddenly threatened to give out from beneath you while you fought back your giddy smile, occurrences that caused you to wonder upon why you had randomly grown nervous within the presence of the silent male. Maybe it was his striking looks, or possibly his gruff tone, a raspy voice that had just blessed your ears for the first time. But, you just chalked it up to being within the same vicinity as an actually decent man for the first time in a long while.
“Pshh, it's nothing. Don't worry about it.” You responded as the two of you began to climb the front steps.
Daryl decided against explaining how no, what had happened wasn’t okay, and the fact that everything you had to grit your teeth and struggle through, almost daily, wasn't alright either, he came to the conclusion that it would be out of line to push the topic further. Although he really desired to; he often wondered how you always appeared to be so okay with the way the other park residents seemed to treat you, pondering upon how someone like you could even be in a place like this while simultaneously tolerating the nasty civilians. But he inevitably decided not to pry or even ask about the situation, as the two of you were practically strangers.
“Don't mind the mess, my maids on vacation.” You teased, drawing the quiet biker from his thoughts as you grasped the door handle, turning it until it grinded open.
As you walked through the front door, the brunette followed close behind you, your words causing his eyes to inevitably scan his surroundings when the two of you finally entered the living room: You owned seemingly spotless furniture, your couch didn't appear to be supporting any cigarette burns, your coffee table was stain free, and you possessed a fully functional recliner. Your furniture appeared to be retrieved from places other than the dump or taken off someone's front lawn. You had managed to patch a lot of the holes that remained upon the walls of the trailer, left by the previous owners, the rug placed below the bikers boots had obviously been cleaned as of recently, vacuum lines still visible upon the mat, and the walls were even decorated. Other than a few half filled, or completely empty, moving boxes and some dirty dishes scattered around your home, your domicile was practically sparkling.
The male felt as if he had just wandered into some foreign land, as your home appeared to be an actual, livable environment compared to the rest of the trashed trailers placed within the area: Cluttered homes filled with garbage or screaming family members, while your home was extremely clean and it remained completely silent, so quiet to the point that Daryl was sure he could hear each blink of his eyelids or the sound of his blood currently pumping beneath his skin. Your house was possibly the nicest home he had ever been invited into, a fact that caused him to wonder how your trailer had not been broken into just yet.
Daryl carefully shut the door behind him, waiting for his ears to receive a slight click noise before he followed you through your home; he was in complete and utter amazement as the two of you ventured through the den, eyes scanning his surroundings as he lumbered behind you, vision skimming across picture frames and small, decorative items until the two of you reached a minuscule hall that branched off from upon the living room. As you both entered the corridor, the smell of lavender cleaning supplies and the summer season wafted into his nose while the sound of the rug crunching beneath his shoes echoed throughout the passageway.
You inevitably lead him into your bathroom, making your way through the open door before the two of you finally stopped in front of the shower. The biker continued to scrutinize his surroundings, noticing the spotless mirror, the mopped floor, and the fact that the trash can wasn't currently overflowing before pooling out onto the ground. Eventually, the brunette allowed his eyes to land upon the bathtub, noticing the puddle of still water that had collected within the bottom of your shower.
“See,” you lightly gestured towards the appliance “it wont go down.”
The biker stood silently for a moment as he observed the situation, watching as the liquid remained completely motionless, basically refusing to venture down into the maze of pipes. Daryl could feel your vision upon him, eyes burning holes into the side of his head as you patiently observed him, your actions causing him to grow increasingly nervous under pressure. Eventually, the male ended up coming to the conclusion that it was most likely clogged, maybe some sort of small, dead rodent had gotten lodged within the pipes or possibly a snake, but it was probably just a large ball of hair that had accumulated beneath the home.
“It's probably clogged, do ya have uh plumber’s snake or somethin?” He asked while turning to face you.
In all honesty, you had no idea what he was currently referencing to, your mind immediately resorting to the thought of the thin, reptilian animal, due to the fact that anything to do with plumbing wasn't exactly one of your strong suits. You suddenly spun on your heels, facing the skin behind you before bending down, your random movements causing a light gust of wind to brush against Daryl’s figure. Once you landed upon the floor, you outstretched your hand, fingers grasping at the cabinet placed in front of you before you wrapped your palm around the small, plastic handle. You finally yanked the tiny door open, revealing an array of cleaning supplies and other washroom products.
“Whatever I have is in there.” You responded, rising to an upright position once more.
Once you had finally given him directions, the biker stepped forward, slowly dropping down into a kneeling position in front of the cabinet, placing one knee upon the cool tile floor while he rested his forearm upon the other, beginning to rummage through the belongings placed within the cupboard; he was starting to lose hope as his fingers brushed passed many cleaning supplies, hands grasping sponges, digits pushing window cleaner to the side, and palms even moving some toilet paper as he braced himself to return empty handed. Until his eyes landed upon a long, white, plastic rod: A plumber’s snake. He quickly retrieved the thin object before standing, grasping the utility within his palm as he rose to his usual height.
Your eyes followed the male as he traipsed towards the shower, pushing the cabinet door closed with the heel of his foot before he made his way across the shower mat until he arrived in front of the bathtub. He lowered himself once more, this time positioning his body upon both calves, knees pressing against the porcelain tub as he leaned over the acrylic appliance.
You scanned his figure as he did so, unable to pull your vision away from the sight of his muscles tensing as he pushed himself forward, exposed biceps bulging while he placed one hand upon the edge of the shower for support, his shoulder blades grinding together from underneath his leather vest. You grew speechless as you admired his large upper body, his wide build causing you to pull your lips into a thin line while you observed him; he appeared to be so strong, so manly, and the way his sweat laced muscles strained under the pressure he applied to them mixed with the image of his fingers splayed out and gripping the rim of the shower, made you grow ashamed: He had been nothing but nice and respectful to you and here you were, watching him like all the other males of the park often observed you, like he was some sort of animal at the zoo.
Daryl was quite aware of your wandering eyes, due to the fact that the hairs scattered upon his nape began to rise as you assessed him. Although the male couldn't lie, he was kind of enjoying the attention, loving the feeling of your eyes adoring him, vision circling his toned upper arms as the sound of your soft voice entered his ear canals. The biker was almost 100% sure this was the most he had spoken with another human being in a long while, even if all he had said was about two sentences, and he was currently relishing in the fact that it was you he was speaking with, the angle he had been smittenly observing for about a week at that point.
“Can I get you like, a beer or something?” You offered as the previous realization dawned upon you, face turning a light shade of red as you forced your pupils away from the recent discovery that was his toned upper body.
You distracted yourself with the view of the washer and dryer placed to your left, noticing the large stack of unfolded clothing you had placed lazily upon the appliances, a reminder of the future chores you had in store for you once the biker had successfully finished.
“Ya don't gotta.” He responded, voice low, almost inaudible from where you stood.
You listened to his words reverberate from within the bowl of the ceramic shower, sentence sounding almost programmed as a wave of deep focus and attention washed over him, doing his best to fix the problem you were experiencing within your drain. Your eyes slowly drifted back to the male as you began to engage in conversation, although you were no longer observing him but instead watching as he inserted the plastic rod into the depths of the clear water. Your eyes followed the white stick as it disappeared into the void of the drain, plumbers snake vanishing from your sight as the biker politely declined your offer.
“It's the least I could do. And besides, I was thinking of having one myself.” You admitted.
Upon receiving the sound of your confession, admitting that you were pondering upon the idea of having your own drink, the male caved; in all honesty, he wasn't a big fan of drinking on his own, not exactly fond of the idea due to the fact that it usually put him directly into a shitty mood, making him angry, irritable, and oftentimes: Upset. But, he had a feeling that with you to accompany him, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. And besides, it was only one drink.
“Alrigh then.” He said once he had finished the mental war he had been participating in within the confines of his own mind.
As he heard you exit the room, feet padding against the cold, tile floor while you wandered behind him, he fought the almost overpowering urge to glance over his shoulder ever so slightly as you left the vicinity, to allow his eyes to trace over your silhouette as you walked through the doorway.
While you treaded down the hall, you exhaled a large breath that you were unaware you had even been holding as you momentarily passed through the living room. You felt the fabric of the rug placed beneath you card between your toes, the scent of Daryl now permeating your household, glazing itself upon the walls, furniture, and even the floor before entering your nose. You needed to escape the tension filled room, to give yourself a moment to relieve some stress and somehow rid your mind of such impure thoughts before collecting both yourself and the most courage you possibly could before returning to the male.
Images of his perspiration laced hair and skillful fingers flashed through your head as you entered the kitchen, thoughts that caused you to squeeze your eyes closed as you made your way towards the fridge, doing your best to clear your mind. Once you reached the refrigerator, you wrapped your fingers around the handle, as you had previously done with the cabinet, before practically throwing the door open; your eyes scanned its possessions, in search of some sort of alcohol, vision dancing across a variety of vegetables, disregarding a jug of milk, and ignoring a small container of butter before inevitably landing upon a collection of beers, a discovery that caused you to lean forward, retrieving two of the bottles before removing their caps. You pushed the door closed once more, a slight breeze being ejected from within the confines of the fridge as you leaned against one of the various counters placed around the room.
As your back settled upon the wooden surface, your head immediately began to wander, absentmindedly returning to the male, allowing yourself to reminisce upon the biker. He appeared to be so hard working and obviously good with his hands as he bent over your tub, repairing the appliance. He obviously took part in a lot of manual labor as his muscles were extremely evident, a visual that would most likely cause a problem between him and your undisciplined eyes. You had never once desired to have a man around to take care of your problems before then, you had grown stubborn as you often insisted upon fixing your own belongings and tending to your own manual labor chores, but God, did he look good while doing work around your own home. Once more, your brain promptly remembered the way he had placed a large palm upon the porcelain wall, steadying himself as his hair fell within his vision, thin locks fluttering with each movement as his large upper body muscles flexed and pulsated while he leaned forward, biceps bulging from underneath his tan skin.
As you placed a cool, glass rim upon your mouth, lips wrapping lightly around the bottle, you shook yourself from your trance, quickly realizing the inappropriate zoning out session you had just taken part in, one you were swift to erased by titling the container back, allowing the metallic liquid to splash into the chamber of your mouth. You felt the liquor lace your tongue, the bitter taste coating your cheeks as you pushed yourself from your spot upon the counter, swallowing momentarily before heading back towards the bathroom.
“So,” you spoke as you entered the washroom once more, allowing yourself to receive yet another gulp of your drink “what is there to do around here?”
Your eyes landed upon the male, frame still placed beside the tub as you walked into the room. When you passed by Daryl, you slightly leaned forward, handing him his beer, an action that caused the perspiration laced bottle to momentarily slip within his outstretched palm before you observed him take a swig. The biker placed the glass within his own mouth, dipping his head backwards a bit, letting his hair brush against his shoulders as he too allowed the liquid to enter his mouth. You watched as he took a few gulps, waiting patiently to receive his response while he placed the glass upon the stone floor beside him.
For once, since you appeared within the trailer park, the brunette grew thankful due to the fact that he was back to you, using this as an opportunity to hide the stern look currently etching itself upon his face, a slight frown to match his grim expression that he was now shielding from your awaiting vision. As he wiggled the snake further into the drenched pipes, it instantaneously dawned upon him that he didn't really do anything; about all the biker ever seemed to do was hang out with his older brother and his rowdy companions while they all drank, smoked, and visited the many bars they often inhabited, basically just reeking havoc around town upon their motorcycles. The question caused the male to be overcome by his many insecurities, the fact that he didn't really amount to much causing him to grow slightly embarrassed, ashamed that he just kinda allowed himself to rot away upon some strangers' front lawn with every day that seemed to pass by. His small amount of self esteem suddenly began to plummet as he did his best to quickly come up with an acceptable answer to your inquiry.
“There's a few bars, some diners, and uhm…” he paused momentarily, attempting to conjure up another example that seemingly didn't exist “the river.”
You frowned slightly at the biker's statement, taking another drink of your beer as you received Daryl’s words, suddenly realizing that the loneliness you had been experiencing for about the last week or so wouldn't slowly dissipate overtime, it was most likely something that was sure to carry on for a long while. You appeared to have no interest in the idea of mingling with or befriending many of the other communities residents, not concerned with becoming closer pals with any of the drunken men or the rude women, and there didn't seem to be many other activities for you to take part in. There were only so many days you could spend at a bar without beginning to morph into another example of common trailer park trash, and you weren't extremely fond of the idea of getting harassed everyday while attempting to take a relaxing swim within the stream.
“Well, where do you go on that motorcycle of yours?’ You asked.
“I dun know, just kinda… Ride round.” He responded, a slight halt appearing within his sentence as he momentarily paused while applying more of his attention upon the drain.
You smiled to yourself, adoring the concentration he was presenting to the task at hand, a small grunt escaping his lips as he forced his fist towards the drain, pushing the flimsy rod further down the pipes. It was as if he was genuinely attempting to help you while simultaneously doing his best to relieve you of your problems, not just aiming towards obliterating another task upon his agenda, not just lazily accomplishing your request by doing a horrible job. He was actually trying his best to help you, and that thought made your heart start to warm.
“I've never ridden on a motorcycle before,” you admitted “you'll have to take me sometime.”
The gesture was innocent, or at least, that's how it was originally intended; you hadn't really applied much thought towards your words before they inevitably began to tumble from your mouth, not exactly picking up upon the suggestive undertones of your sentence as you spoke, due to the fact that it was nothing you had went over within the confines of your head before you began to utter the words. Your statement was just made as an attempt to carry the conversation forward, a simple suggestion as you had also desired to receive the experience of your first motorcycle ride.
But that's not how Daryl comprehended your words.
To the male, your words were taken like a proposition, an offer for your arms to be wrapped tightly around his waist while you placed your head upon his back, transmitting your heat upon his own body as he escorted you from destination to destination. He understood your words as if they were presented like some sort of date. Your sentence was received as sweet, kind, even somewhat flirtatious, words he would later convince himself that you only ejected out of complete pity upon the brunette. And, although your words had been spoken in solely a friendly manner, Daryl would later twist and contort your sentence into a statement only made out of sympathy and compassion for his numerous insecurities, which had not been your original intent.
Your tone caused the biker to lean over, retrieving his liquor before taking another drink.
“Mhm.” He muttered, too flustered to speak as he mumbled, dropping his glass within its previous placement before continuing the task at hand.
The two of you chatted for a while longer as Daryl pursued his focus upon the pipes, talking about your shared complaints revolving around your neighborhood, specifically relating to the loud and annoying civilians, the way they hollered all throughout the night while trashing the streets. You also conversed about things you had experienced during both of your separate days, Daryl recalling a story about watching a five person fight over a single blunt and you exclaimed the strange phenomenon of finding a loose twenty just laying upon the street, something you perceived as some sort of trap before inevitably swiping the free money you had spotted within the wild. You even asked a few, small questions about Merle, seemingly quizzing the male with simple, basic inquiries, ones the biker responded to with short, blunt replies, causing you to receive the hint about his uninterested in the topic, a discovery that caused you to quickly change the subject.
You were generally enjoying his company, often catching yourself blabbering and rambling while the brunette silently listened, you were practically jumping upon the opportunity to actually converse with someone other than a few words a day to random strangers. Let alone someone who was actually a decent being. You had been growing bored around your solemn home, due to the fact that there was only so much television you could watch, there was only a certain amount of songs you could replay over and over and over again, and there was only a select quantity of chores you could tend to in a single day. You were lonely, plain and simple, and the feeling of laughing and talking with another person was almost heavenly.
The two of you were complaining about a citizen who was placed down the street, an older women who was constantly blasting the most God awful gospel music, no matter what time of the day, morning or night, sun or rain, she always had the volume practically all the way up, when suddenly, Daryl retreated his wrist, an action that caused you to stop mid sentence. Your words fell short when he removed the thin rod from the drain, a large clump of long, white and gray pepper colored hair accompanying the plumber’s snake as it retreated. The drenched hair had wrapped itself around the plastic stick, twirling around the appliance as the water suddenly began to drain, liquid disappearing into the pipes, swirling within the porcelain tub before exiting your vision, a loud slurp noise following in quick pursuit.
Obviously, the locks had not belonged upon your head, most likely left behind by the previous owners, a fact that seemed to spare you from the ton of future embarrassment you had been previously bracing yourself to receive.
“Thats fucking disgusting.” You exclaimed at the disturbing discovery, completely forgetting the topic you were conversing about prior to the scarring revelation.
The male grunted in response, a sign that signaled to the fact that he agreed with your vulgar statement while his expression echoed around the room. The biker was quick to rise to his feet, desperately desiring to rid of the object placed within his palm as he headed towards the trash can, boots heavy against the thin flooring. Once he arrived in front of the plastic bin, you observed him as he hesitated slightly, unsure of how to disregard the strands without having to come in contact with the locks, obviously not too fond of the idea of touching the drenched hair in an attempt to slide it from the skinny rod.
“Just throw the whole thing away.” You exclaimed once you spotted the expression etched upon his face.
He let out a relieved sigh at your orders, loosening his grasp upon the tool before releasing it, watching as the coated stick floated towards the bottom of your trash bin. Once the biker had rid of the hair, he waltzed towards the shower once more, glancing down upon the now void bathtub before he collected his half finished beer. The two of you finally exited the bathroom, arriving in the den area before starting up a new conversation, chatting for a bit longer while you finished your drinks, standing aimlessly within the silent room as you downed the alcohol. You continued to talk about other small things, topics such as experiences you had witnessed during your time spent at the park and funny things Daryl had observed amongst the residents until you emptied your bottles, your voices slowly dying away before you eventually thanked him for his help.
“Anyway,” you cleared your throat as the room began to emit a thick smog of pure awkwardness “thank you for your help, Daryl. Really.”
He smiled lightly at the sound of his name falling from your lips, a slight wave of confusion falling over him as he ducked his head in embarrassment, quick to notice the fact that he had become slightly fond of you, someone he barely even knew, someone he practically just met. A wave of pride washed over him, feeling fulfilled as you thanked him, praising him for his assistance as his affection deprived mind ate up your grateful statement. It was rare for the biker to receive such flattery, it almost felt foreign as he thought of an acceptable response.
During the time he had spent within your home, the male had come to terms with the fact that this was probably the only opportunity he would have to spend time with you, realizing that soon, he would have to disappear back into the trashed trailer placed down the street. He would have to retreat to his previous life, to return to a seemingly far away world where he would experience the loud yelling of Merle mixed with his acquaintances and the familiar taste of a cigarette placed within his mouth as he placed himself upon the front steps. But nevertheless, he was happy you two had at least shared this experience with one another, grateful that this time spent together had even happened in the first place.
“It's nothin.” He responded, placing his empty glass within your outstretched palm.
“I'll find you if the water doesn't drain again.” You said as you collected the warm bottle.
When your ears received the statement of your own words, you realized that the two of you most likely should have tested the quality of the drainage before the biker inevitably exited your home, making sure the water would continue to enter the pipes as it had done before. But, the previous discovery of the disturbing mound of hair appeared to be good enough evidence for both you and the biker.
Finally, the male nodded slightly in response to your words, taking one last glimpse upon your gorgeous essence before turning towards the exit and stepping out the door. Once the two of you had successfully parted ways, the brunette softly shutting the door behind him before heading home, you both noticed how much you suddenly missed one another, yearning for the casual company each of you had just provided before you returned to your old patterns: Daryl rotting away upon a trashed lawn before getting caught within the middle of a petty fight, while you laid upon your couch, staring up towards the ceiling as you became surrounded by a deafening silence.
When you took a shower the next day, the water sank swiftly down the drain.
At around six in the afternoon the next evening, you ran into another problem you discovered around your home: You had purchased a new bookshelf for your living room, a wooden piece of furniture that the owners of a small antique shop, the one you had bought it from, helped you move into the bed of your truck. You had been planning on placing the object within your den for decorative purposes, a wooden bookshelf you were yearning to place photos and trinkets upon that didn't seem to have their own home up until that point. But, you quickly discovered the fact that the purchase was much too heavy for you to successfully carry from your vehicle into your home all on your own.
You sighed in defeat whilst you stood behind your truck, hand placed upon your hip as you assessed the situation: The flimsy tailgate had flopped down sloppily while attached to the car, sweat dripped down your forehead as you lightly panted, the bookcase still stuck within its original position, slid into the middle of the trunk. You had yanked and pulled upon the edges of the furniture, attempting to make it budge even just the slightest bit, but it appeared to fight against you, practically glued to the metal of your truck while it silently cackled at you, watching as the sun beat down upon your exhausted frame.
Although Daryl was nice, sweet, and helpful, you didn't wish to bother him with another task, to disrupt him by requesting his assistance once more, but, you were afraid you had no other options; you tried to relieve yourself of some guilt and culpability by arguing the fact that you genuinely seemed to enjoy each others company, you two smiled and laughed together the day prior, a look of joy, that you rarely saw, inhabited Daryl’s face, as the male was often frowning or glaring towards someone. You also declared that you were lonely, bored and isolated, to the point that you were convinced you were going insane, that you needed someone to talk with. And again, what better option did you have besides the cute handy man placed silently across the road.
But little did you know, the biker was currently sitting upon the front steps of the small home placed down the street, observing you adoringly as you struggled with the large item, smirking to himself as you tugged and pulled at the furniture. He watched as you eventually stepped back while the object stayed put, glaring at the bookshelf as if you were attempting to move it with your mind, a deep focus inching across your face as you assessed the situation, as if the object was going to move upon its own, like it was going to get up from the truck and walk away. With your palms placed upon your torso, you swayed slightly in frustration, wiping your brow as you stood in silence, your beauty growing extremely evident within the summer ambiance.
The male was secretly hoping you'd come over and retrieve him as you had the day before, requesting his assistance once more before disappearing within the depths of your home. He might never admit it but, he too had enjoyed the time you two had spent together the day prior, talking and laughing like average people, chatting about normal topics that did not revolve around drinking or angrily yelling. Everything had just felt so ordinary, extremely customary as he forgot about his life that existed outside of the walls of your trailer, ignoring the hooligans placed within the roads that twisted between the community.
And eventually, that's exactly what you ended up doing: You strutted towards the biker’s direction, doing your best to shake the annoyance and slight anger that had laced your system before you arrived within the male’s vicinity. Your vision quickly picked up upon the fact that he wasn't currently surrounded by a group of four or five other motorcyclists as he was placed all by his lonesome upon the porch stairs, his bike sitting about six feet to his right. Your eyes scanned across some squirrels as they tussled upon the grass, green blades swaying within the wind as the brunette stared towards his empty palms, head down as you approached him. Other than the male placed near the home and the rapid movements of the fighting mammals, the property was vacant.
“Hey, Daryl,” you spoke as you approached him, your voice causing his head to rise, eyes peering up at you from behind his curtain of bangs as if he hadn't been watching you only seconds prior “where's everyone else?”
The male acted as if he hadn't seen you making your way down the street, lifting his vision from his lap to momentarily meet your irises like he hadn't been observing you since the second you pulled into the neighborhood, as if he wasn't just watching you struggle with the shelf about ten seconds prior, and like he hadn't been glancing towards you as you walked down the dust covered road.
“They went to a bar.” The biker stated simply, a response that you punctuated with a nod that displayed your understanding.
“Well, I was just wondering if you could help me with moving a bookshelf? If you have time, that is.” You said, adding the last words rather quickly, an action that caused your sentence to be spoken in a jumbled manner.
You grew slightly embarrassed as a reaction to your distressed addition; you had made the insertion in a polite manner, doing your best to relieve Daryl of any pressure or stress you had possibly applied to the situation. You didn't want to put the male under the impression that he had to help you, trying to avoid perhaps making him receive feelings of guilt or responsibility, as if he was required to assist you. Suddenly, every word that had just been ejected from the depths of your throat seemed to apply a much heavier pressure upon you, like every sentence you were about to utter had to be the definition of perfect, suddenly beginning to stress over the possibility of messing up in front of the quiet biker.
Although, the male did not appear to take notice of your flustered words as he rose from his place upon the wooden steps, exclaiming zero objections as he joined you. You had just spent about ten minutes yanking and pulling upon the wooden object, exerting all of your energy and strength into removing the shelf from within the confines of your truck, and of course, Daryl had witnessed almost every second of this occurrence as well. So, when the biker waltzed towards the bed of your vehicle before effortlessly pulling the piece of furniture from the car, your jaw practically hit the ground. You were going to offer your assistance, to help carry one end whilst he held the other, but he didn't appear to need it as he wrapped his digits around the frame of the shelf, nails digging at the oak material before dragging the furniture from the truck. You watched as he let the object slip into the grasp of his large arms, practically hugging the bookshelf before beginning his journey towards your home.
Observing the biker pick up the piece of furniture with ease, sliding it from upon the truck into his tanned arms, wrapping his biceps around the object was an action that caused his muscle to strain under the pressure, tendons flexing and bulging as his limbs grew tense, the setting sun casting a glimmering mix of warm colors and cool tones upon his smooth skin. As the male headed towards the open door, the recent realization caused your mind to begin to wander, pondering upon the idea of his toned arms wrapped tightly around your torso, your body replacing the bookshelf currently occupying his grasp. You did your best to imagine how the warmth of his figure would feel as it radiated upon your own, wondering how your flesh would perceive his soft skin as it rubbed and pressed against you, and finally, you visualize how his hands would appear as they were placed upon your waist or linked around your back.
You suddenly shook your head, doing your best to rid yourself of the previous thoughts occupying the chambers of your mind as you quickly followed within the male's footsteps, traipsing behind him while the two of you crossed your lawn. You were growing excessively confused, and even a bit concerned, due to your sudden magnetism towards the brunette, finding your eyes searching for both the male and his alluring features as if your mind disregarded the fact that he was practically a stranger, someone you had been alone with once before that moment. Although, you just ended up convincing yourself that you were lonely, you had been without the affection of another human being for a long while now and you were becoming slightly attracted to the qualities of the first decent person you had come in contact with. You didn't know him enough, he was sweet, pleasant, and somehow handsome all at the same time, of course you'd develop a small appeal towards the male, but it was nothing more than that.
“Where do ya wan it?” He asked as the two of you started your adventure up the steps of your home.
“Just right there would be perfect.” You responded once you both arrived within the den, pointing towards the corner of the small room.
He was quick to obey your orders once more as he stalked across the living room, carefully placing the shelf upon the rug once he arrived within the object's desired destination. He turned towards you once more as he had successfully accomplished the mission, setting the bookshelf within your home before awkwardly awaiting your next directions. But in all honesty, you had none: Carrying the new furniture had been the only thing you required his strength for, now your need for assistance had come to an end and before you knew it, your time spent together was soon to be over.
You observed the way Daryl stood anxiously while swaying within the depths of your den, clasping his hands together as he stared down upon the floor, appearing so awkward and out of place: His dark clothing were clashing against the light interior of the trailer, his nervous actions were conflicting the calm and relaxed essence of your home, and most of all, a creature, other than yourself, inhabiting the room was almost unheard of. You wracked your brain for anything else you could possibly need him for, something that perhaps required repairing or an object that remained just out of your reach, any reason that could help fend away your loneliness for just a few more moments.
“Uhm, Daryl,” you exclaimed, your sudden vocalization causing the biker to glance upwards towards you “can you bring me on that motorcycle ride now?”
Your request appeared to catch the male off guard; in all honesty, Daryl had assumed you would just forget about your previous proposition, guessing it was just an idea you had thrown out to keep the conversation flowing successfully, not that it was actually an activity you desired to take part in.
The brunette nodded timidly.
You smiled suddenly, a stupid, girlish grin appearing upon your lips as the two of you returned to the outside world, your eyes quickly landing upon the setting sun placed above you: The large star had begun to really disappear behind the horizon at that point, an action that caused an explosion of reds and oranges to paint the sky. The clouds were laced with a neon pink, detailed with a light yellow while the glowing orb coward behind the trees, small, glimmering stars beginning to scatter themselves across the rainbow sky, gleaming dots that freckled their way along the darkening atmosphere. Your eyes widened at the observation of the landscape placed above you, wondering how it had turned this beautiful during the short period of time you had spent inside.
Daryl quickly took notice of the effect the sky had upon you: Your skin was glazed in a light orange, flesh glistening like the sparkling stars as you were placed beneath the neon hues blazing within the skyline. Your dazzled eyes were shimmering, irises twinkling underneath the lighting, pupils sparkling with little glints of yellow and orange. The aura surrounding your entire frame was almost hypnotizing, your body seemed to be outlined by a light pinkish static, your hair laced with a vermillion type of gloss, an effect that caused the top of your head to begin to almost shine. The environment caused you to glow, your entire being was glimmering as if you were an angel who had just recently landed upon Earth, with amazed features to match, ones that made you look as though this was your first time witnessing a sun set.
“M sorry,” Daryl began to speak, a random apology that caused you to glance towards him as you advanced upon his bike “I dun really own any helmets.”
You responded with a silent nod, his admission a bit unnerving, your anxiety beginning to heighten at the idea of taking part in your first motorcycle ride without any form of protection, head void of any sort of headgear was a risk factor. But, oddly enough, you somewhat trusted the male, strongly believing that he would never put you in any sort of danger, certain that he wouldn't drive too fast nor too dangerously while supporting you, and you were convinced that he wouldn't take any risky turns or become involved with any form of threat. For some odd reason, he presence alone somewhat relieved you, as if he was some sort of guardian angel sent down to protect you as every interaction you two shared had been an example of him purely helping you: First, with the clogged drain, assisting you with clearing it, next with the shelf, helping you decorate your home, and now, he was supplying you with a completely new experience. You also couldn't forget how genuine he had been, unable to put you within an uncomfortable situation by possibly flirting with you or perhaps making any other, nasty advances.
This realization caused you to observe the biker in a new lighting, features soft as you gazed upon him, tan skin glazed with a layer of sheen under the orange lighting, rustic characteristics becoming subdued as he too admired the setting sun, blue eyes relaxed as he blinked in slow phases. The way he carried himself within that moment was swift, movements appearing almost programmed as his hair bounced with every movement, shadows currently being casted down upon his large muscles. He was so rough yet so mellow, as if he really was a pure spirit wearing the disguise of a belligerent individual.
Daryl helped you upon his bike, generously offering you a hand, palms connecting softly before he showed you how to straddle the seat and where to place your feet, presenting directions that would be the most helpful before he eventually mounted the vehicle as well. You instinctually wrapped your arms around his torso, limbs snaking around his waist before your fingers laced together upon his chest. He was warm, a comforting heat was being transmitted from the dark leather onto your stomach, a relaxing discovery that caused you to resist the seemingly overpowering urge to place your cheek upon his back. His frame was thick within your grasp, structure wide enough to cause your upper arms to stretch and pull taunt as you did your best to twist your limbs all the way around the male. He felt homely as well, so much so to the point where you desired to cuddle into him further, to allow your eyes to become heavy before you inevitably fell into a deep, comfortable sleep.
The male swallowed harshly, it was an unfamiliar feeling to have another person wrapped tightly around him, to receive the motion closest to a hug from another being, although he had no objections. The biker enjoyed the physical touch, to have your small figure pressed against his own as you held onto him for protection just felt so correct. He liked the feeling of your arms placed around him tightly, squeezing his sides before your hands clasped together upon his upper abdomen, he appreciated the feeling of your plush body pinned against his own. Your frame was warm, figure melding with his own as your flexible skin invited him further, holding him against you as you awaited his next movements.
The brunette had not exactly expected for you to do what you had just done, to wrap yourself around him as though he was some sort of large teddy bear, although it had made sense as to why you had: Safety. Perhaps, if this had not been your first bike ride, you wouldn't need to rely upon the support of the male, possibly just allowing your arms to fall limp as your body began to roll with each bump upon the road, moving simultaneously with the gyrations of the bike. But instead, you were fearful of flying off the motorcycle, being launched from your place upon the vehicle if the biker possibly hit a turn too hard or drove very fast.
“Alrigh. Ya ready?” He asked.
“Mhm.” You grumbled, scared that if you had actually spoken a correct word, the audible shaking within your words would become evident.
Your heart was pounding so loud you were sure Daryl was able to hear it from his spot upon the bike as it rattled around within your rib cage, banging against your skeleton. You were positive the biker was receiving the movements of your organ thrashing against his back, heart pumping so violently that he was able to feel its rapid activities pressed upon him. Your face was growing warm due to a mix of fear and embarrassment, nervous that he would turn to ask if you were alright, as a result of your overactive heart, just for his vision to land upon your flustered face. You were growing humiliated as you became inevitably nervous, although you knew your reasonings were illogical.
The roar of the bike suddenly coming alive began to drown out the thumping within your ears, a rumbling that began to echo around the alleys and pathways placed throughout the neighborhood, one you were extremely acquainted with as it often woke you during the late hours of the night. The slight trembling within your palms became also hidden by the violent vibrations being admitted from the metal vehicle placed below you.
After both of you finally exited the park, entering the street placed outside the entrance of the community, the two of you coasted for a while; you didn't exactly have a desired destination in mind, remaining silent as you took in all the views that surrounded you, watching as trees and homes flew past your vision like a blurry photo while you ventured through the heavily wooded area. You observed the setting sun for a while, noticing the way the bright colors slowly began to morph into much darker ones, starting from warm yellows and mellow oranges before ending upon a dark blue after mixing with a light purple. Dust was quickly trailing behind the motorcycle as you rode, rocks being expelled from beneath the rough tires and dirt ejecting itself beside the bike. The heavy wind that had began to flow through your hair felt celestial, a breeze roaming within your locks that seemed to cool your entire system, relieving the previous heat that had appeared upon your cheeks, the red that had traveled upon the tips of your ears and the bridge of your nose slowly disappeared as the lukewarm air washed it away. You barely took notice of the civilians roaming the concrete when you began to enter more populated areas, the motorcycle drowning out your thoughts as you became relaxed, easing all of your previous fears, doubts, nerves, everything as you just observed the multiple areas you drifted through.
You picked up upon the fact that the male began to magnetize towards a much more desolate area, merging upon a dirt covered street, a much heavier set of trees guarding the road, shrubs that began to block the illumination of the moon placed above you, an observation that caused you to grow tense. You remained mute, not uttering a word about the off putting situation as you allowed the biker to lure you further into the woodland area, grip upon him growing tighter until he finally came to a stop.
Daryl allowed the motorcycle to come to halt within a small opening, trees parting upon what you believed was one of the highest points in town. The tiny expanse, that didn't seem to support any sort of greenery, allowed your eyes to land upon a dazzling view, vision quickly placing itself upon the land below you: There was an array of glimmering lights speckling the night fallen civilization built beneath you, windows glowing and lamp posts shimmering as if they were small stars littering the inky town. You began to spot the many homes, shops, and other buildings as your pupils adjusted to the dark landscape underneath you, your position caused the structures to morph into tiny, ant sized versions of their previous selves as the sound of a bark released from a far away dog began to echo into your ears, howl muffled and almost inaudible. The mountains and hills placed far behind the homes rolled and rose within the background, remains of the previous sunset still barely evident as a light glow danced its way across the peaks of the elevations, crowning the dark mounds with a light yellow. The sky placed above you was almost a direct depiction of the land beneath it, twinkling stars dotting the inky sky just as the lamps and windows did to the dark area below you, and the atmosphere was seemingly void of color, a deep black supporting a dark, navy blue just as the town appeared underneath you. The landscape placed beneath your vision seemed to perfectly mirror the one held above you.
“Woah,” you exclaimed, almost in a breathless manner “it's beautiful… How did you find this?”
The male was unresponsive for a moment, picking up upon the way your grasp had fallen from his body, palms landing upon your thighs before you spun upon the bike, turning yourself so you were placed towards the landscape, wishing to diminish the pain that was beginning to appear within your straining neck. Daryl would never admit it, but he secretly missed the warmth of your body; the male did not often receive any form of physical affection, not really experiencing many hugs, kisses, or simple pats upon the back throughout his lifetime, and although your actions were far from fitting the definition of “physical affection,” any sort of touch he received often had him flinching. But not with you, it seemed different. Almost instinctual or natural. It felt normal.
The brunette shrugged as the wind continued to clash against his frame, the air howling, leaves upon the trees quivering and rattling from above you, shaking and trembling within the breeze. It was quiet for a while after Daryl’s response, the two of you just remained within a comfort laced silence as the male observed you; you were watching the view with wide eyes, vision darting across the landscape, attempting to witness every possible view due to the fact that it was your first moment witnessing the sight. He smiled, pleased with himself as he noticed the look etched upon your features, one of pure amazement and bliss as you admired the miniature town placed below you.
“Why did ya move here?” He asked suddenly.
The biker was placed back to you as he spoke, taking away the opportunity for you to observe his features, for you to assess the situation and concur exactly why he would ask such a thing, seemingly out of nowhere. If you had access to his face, you might be able to read the emotions etched upon his characteristics: Maybe he would have had his eyebrows furrowed, indicating that he was genuinely confused, or perhaps he would have a lip drawn upwards, supporting a look of disgust and judgment. But instead, all you could spot was his fluttering hair and the dark outline of his nose as he stared into the horizon.
The wind suddenly grew stronger from the incline you were placed upon, a gust that pulled your hair backwards, locks dancing within the breeze as you stared upon the back of the male's head, an action that caused your hand to rise, palm successfully pushing the strands from your face.
“Crazy ex.” You replied simply, a wave of awkwardness washing over you, crashing down upon you like a ton of bricks as you brought your hands together, suddenly lacing your sweaty fingers between one another.
You had contemplated lying to the biker, exclaiming that you had wished to escape to a new area or run away to start a new life, but two complications clashed with these fleeting ideas: The first being that the story was strongly unbelievable, why would someone possibly run away to a place like this in the hopes of become a new version of themselves, and the second being the fact that the little voice within the confines of your head strongly advised you not to lie to the brunette. And because of this, the truth came out rather unexpectedly, a confession that caused your system to suddenly flood with anxiety, frame stiffening and breath growing erratic under the intense pressure. A slight change in your demeanor that didn't go unnoticed by the male placed only a few inches in front of you.
Guilt began to plague Daryl’s mind, feeling extremely terrible for the transformation he had put you through, assuming that his inquiry had possibly ruined the experience, and the friendship that was seeming to spark between the two of you. He felt horrible for putting you in such an uncomfortable situation, perhaps causing you to want to grow further from the biker, and because of this, he didn't pry. The brunette didn't ask any further inquiries about the previously mentioned “crazy ex,” not assessing you upon what he had done or how you were recovering. Instead, he asked one more, minuscule question:
“No. Why did ya move here?” He spoke, repeating himself softly.
The brunette added a bit more emphasis to the word “here” the second time around, making it much clearer that he had wondered why you picked this specific area, not what had caused you to move in the first place. You sat with his sentence for a moment, allowing yourself to ponder upon his question while you grew increasingly embarrassed. As you fiddled with his words, you mentally face palmed, scolding yourself for admitting to an occurrence that you initially hadn't needed to confess. You felt that familiar warmth rising to your face once more, a heat that radiated across both your cheeks and nose, a discovery that caused you to turn back towards the outlook, an attempt at shielding your features while you began to scream within the confines of your mind. You had most likely made the situation awkward by misreading his tone and the context within the circumstance, an intense confession that you had planned upon keeping to yourself for a while.
“I-” your sentence momentarily stopped short before you continued “don’t know.”
What you had said was technically true, you didn't exactly know why you had moved into the trailer park, you had taken the low pricing into account, a realization that the living costs were cheap played a large role within why you had moved. Although, so were the living conditions, inexpensive and poor, but you had always lived within places such as the one you were currently calling your abode, you had always inhabited the confines of trashed trailer parks or rundown, tiny homes, quickly becoming used to the below par lifestyle and the constant struggles you had to face, whether that be with the utilities or other civilians. Perhaps you had morphed into a creature of habit, resorting back to the only environment you had ever known, but your reasoning for why you had chosen this specific trailer park was practically a mystery to you. It wasn't in your dream town, desired city, or even the state you had aimed for.
Although Daryl had just replied with a simple nod of his head to your stuttered words, his mind was currently racing: You appeared to belong nowhere near trailer parks, or even close to the type of town you two were currently venturing through, so much so that if the biker had spotted you upon the streets, he would have assumed you belonged in some fancy home or upscale neighborhood. You were extremely attractive in the eyes of the brunette, you obviously took care of your appearance, with your pristine hair and smooth skin, whilst you were also very kind; you had good manners, you were sweet, and you seemed very compassionate, nothing compared to the obnoxious and immoral women he had grown used to. So in his mind, he was still stuck upon the unanswered question that was why you had even chosen a trailer park in the first place.
But, once again, he didn't pry, he remained silent as he allowed you to observe the view for a while longer before starting his motorcycle once more.
After that experience, the two of you quickly grew much closer; in the beginning, Daryl was often much too shy to ask for your company, too nervous to possibly disrupt you or overstep your unspoken boundaries, he couldn't possibly risk coming off as creepy or being perceived as annoying. But, he quickly came to the conclusion that you were quite the opposite, often bounding at the opportunity to request the bikers companionship, a fact that the brunette was surprised and happy with; it wasn't often that someone desired to hang out with the male, and because of this, he was not really used to the idea that another being could possibly enjoy his presence, but just knowing you were very willing to be around him was a thought that made his stomach do a summersault, a revelation that warmed his heart.
At first, the two of you would maybe go on a short motorcycle ride, like the one you had that night, or perhaps he would help you with more tasks around your home, often chores you were very capable of completely on your own, like moving the couch or reaching something placed high upon the wall, but you genuinely just wanted someone to converse with, and the biker never seemed to object. Then, it escalated into a more comfortable, relaxed environment as you began just sitting around and watching television whilst sharing a few beers, or possibly finding your way to a bar in the hopes of playing pool, the two of you would even take a trip down to the river placed behind the small community when you desired a swim, an activity Daryl rarely joined you in, often remaining upon the embankment whilst chatting with you. As the two of you formed a tighter bond, you practically became attached at the hip; you began appearing within Daryl’s current living situation, maintaining your composure when his brother and the older male’s acquaintances licked their lips and flirted with you. Although, the brunette preferred disappearing to someplace different, enjoying the minimal time he spent away from his brother and his boisterous pals.
It was as if you were some form of escape for the biker, a chance for him to erase the memories of the environment he would eventually have to return to. From the way you looked and the way you behaved, to your home and your ideals, everything about you appeared to be the exact opposite of what he had to deal with on a daily basis. During the amount of time he would spend with you, he no longer had to manage his brother and his obnoxious antics, he wasn't constantly berated by the neighbors and their idiotic statements, instead, he was surrounded by the sound of your lovely voice, allowing himself to take part in enjoyable, and sometimes intellectual, conversations as the two of you shared your opinions and stories. He would no longer be engulfed within the disheveled structure his brother called their house or surrounded by constant bickering and violent brawls, instead, he could escape within the walls of your beautiful home, receiving the opportunity for the two of to attend a cute diner or take a walk within the desolate woods. You were like his own, personal paradise. His heaven.
With this forming friendship, overtime, you began to notice how you were beginning to grow different types of feelings towards the biker; you often found yourself daydreaming about the brunette, whether you were placed within the confines of your bed, unable to drift off to sleep as the thought of the male began to creep within your head, or when you were tending to some chores around your home, the thought of him always seemed to be lingering within your mind. But, how could you not become fond of him?
The male was sweet, nice, and very helpful, always offering you a hand around your trailer, more than willing to repair multiple appliances or tend to any problems you were experiencing. Other than your previously listed struggles, Daryl had assisted you in getting your vehicle fixed, helped you repair your sink, and he had even painted your bedroom walls. The biker was also very respectful, he had never once made you feel uncomfortable as he was extremely careful when it came to valuing your boundaries. The brunette had never made an uncomfortable joke, he had never attempted to touch you or use you in any inappropriate manner, and he had even beat the shit out of another man who had slapped your ass while the two of you were partaking in a walk. And somehow, the biker was very attractive as well, his sharp features mixed with his mysterious aura was very alluring. His bright, blue eyes seemed to stand out against his dark hair, irises that portray his every emotion as he often remained silent, pupils lively, displaying all of his feelings and opinions as he stared upon you with them. His chiseled jawline and light stubble were also huge factors that played into your attraction towards the man. He was also so manly, you often spent your free time adoring him as he worked upon his bike or fixed appliances around your trailer, growing smitten over the way his muscles strained and tensed underneath the pressure he applied upon them, large upper body bulging as he repaired your utilities. Images of his muscular arms wrapped around you while the two of you held one another, or as he embraced you after you returned from a stressful day, often plagued your dreams.
You were very aware of the fact that you most likely shouldn't have been receiving those sort of feelings towards Daryl, due to the reality that he was one of your only friends and you most certainly were not fond of the idea of possibly losing him. You didn't enjoy the thought of frightening or disgusting him with a rash confession of your feelings, an admission that you were 100% certain would scare him away. The biker had also been very humble, as mentioned previously; you had never caught him ogling you, not for one moment had he objectified you or fetishized you by announcing any form of nasty pick up lines or gross ideals, in no way shape or form had he ever made any inappropriate advances upon you, and, most importantly, he had always remained extremely helpful and accommodating. So, you decided that you'd just keep your feelings to yourself until you were no longer able to, staying consistent with your previous pattern of daydreaming of the biker and taking part in friendly conversations and socializations with the male.
But little did you know, Daryl felt no differently; as time went on, the male had grown smitten with you as well, jumping at any opportunity to spend time with you, even if it wasn't one on one. He adored making you laugh and giggle, and he would never miss the chance to observe your wide grin as the two of you approached one another. Your presence alone made the brunette's stomach do summersaults within his abdomen, your striking features, intoxicating aroma, and admirable personality never failed to cause the biker’s knees to grow weak. He adored how confident you were, poised enough to wear the clothing you desired to, amplified assurance to behave the way you often did, even within the confines of an environment such as a trashy trailer park, and sufficiently assertive to approach Daryl the way you had about a week into your stay, even after taking into consideration who he had been surrounded by. He also admired your ability to take care of yourself, standing up to the vulgar men as they treated you like a possession, an animal, an object, anything but human. You were so capable of repairing your problems and struggles on your own, even if you often asked the brunette to reconstruct various tasks, chores he was aware you knew how to mend with your own strength and knowledge. But, he could never bring himself to deny your requests, although he had never desired to do so.
However, what had kept the male from admitting his pleasant feelings for you was a mix of fear, terrified of the notion of you slipping from his grasp, the only thing that had made him feel true happiness in a long while, and his extremely low self esteem; Daryl had never thought much of himself, always imagining himself as a lowlife, unattractive, inferior, criminal, ideals that had always been repeated from the mouth of his older brother, two participants that constantly lowered his self image. And, due to these bombarding beliefs, the biker had continued to patronize himself, reminding himself of all the things he had yet to accomplish, convincing himself that he had done so much wrong that he was just a waste of space, someone who didn't deserve to have an angel such as yourself to call his significant other. The biker viewed you as a celestial being, a superior human who he was lucky enough to have graced his vision, someone who would never consider a being such as himself. He believed he wasn't good enough for you, and he couldn't risk the embarrassment of being rejected by a human such as yourself.
One night, around ten o'clock, about a month or two after the both of you had taken part in your first motorcycle ride, you and Daryl had placed yourselves around a small fire. You had built the blaze within your front yard, one that would give you the ability to view the glimmering stars above you without the overcasting shadow of the trees mixed with the shielding structure that was your own trailer. The two of you were currently sitting around the fire, you were placed comfortably within a lawn chair while the brunette had plopped himself down upon a tree stump placed about half a foot to your right, one you often used to chop and cut wood. You were quietly observing the flames as they licked up around the logs of the campfire, successfully projecting small sparks into the night sky, tiny, glowing chunks that joined the glistening stars littered above you as the blaze groaned and crackled.
At some point, you had begun watching the biker from within the corner of your eyes, noticing the way an orange glow had glazed his face, illuminating his solemn features as he stared into the fire, as if he was contemplating something. You quickly recognized the look etched upon his characteristics, it was one he often supported whilst he sat upon the front steps of the tiny home placed down the street: His lips were drawn into a thin line as his eyes remained glued to one, specific object, the item that had fallen victim to his scrutinizing gaze this time was the lively flames. His hair was currently dangling in front of his features, bangs that casted a light shadow onto his face, a grayish silhouette that outlined his smooth forehead, the bridge of his nose, and a portion of his right eye, pupils that were glimmering within the lighting. His blue irises had transformed into a light teal mixed with a layer of yellow as he sat in silence, fire contorting his face in small segments, pieces that had only revealed themselves to your attentive eyes.
The two of you had remained quiet for quite some time, a silence that was no longer awkward compared to the way it used to be. At some point, the tranquility had morphed into a comforting aura, one that engulfed you as the, oftentimes mute, biker accompanied your surroundings. You both had resorted to listening to the sound of the laughter echoing itself down the populated streets as community members wandered the roads, talking and laughing amongst one another. You also allowed your ears to receive the slight tremble of the nature that seemed to guard the backside of your home, bushes rustling as the flames hissed in front of you. A mosquito had also begun buzzing within the shell of your ear, one you were quick to raise a hand and smack. Merle had even stopped by momentarily, chatting you up for a bit before eventually disappearing into the night, allowing you and the biker to remain alone once more. The two of you had permitted yourselves to enjoy each other's company for a while, not being pestered or harassed by other civilians as you alternatively became relaxed within one another's presence.
You knew exactly why you had invited Daryl over, you were aware of the actions about to unfold when you skipped across the road around eight that night, in search of the handsome biker. You could no longer hide your feelings, plain and simple; you were finding it much harder to fight back the overpowering urge to reach out and grasp at the males hand while the two of you walked side by side, or from kissing his cheek every time he repaired one of your appliances, and you were even receiving the impulse to refer to him as “hun” or “sweetie” whenever the two of you greeted one another. The male was beginning to take up every second of your being, you made it a priority to visit the biker at least one a day, spend time with him whilst chatting and laughing amongst each other, and when you weren't lingering around the brunette, you were thinking of him, following little storylines within the confines of your imagination or reminiscing upon a moment the two of you had shared together, and when you were not reflecting upon the male, you were sleeping. Slumber that was plagued with dreams of the handyman.
Your heart yearned for him, that was obvious, it just about hurt how much you desired him at that point. It was as if there was an emptiness within your chest, a hole in the shape of a quiet and adorable biker. You had to tell him, you had reached the point of impending implosion, the secret was eating you alive.
“I want you to kiss me.” You blurted out.
In all honesty, that probably had not been the best way to approach the situation, even you could admit that, but it was as if the words began to tumble from your lips before you could even ponder upon your course of action. You were screaming within the confines of your mind, face beginning to turn a light shade of pink as your own sentence entered the chambers of your ears. You quickly came to terms with your previous action, a small voice speaking loudly over the continuous, frantic yelling, exclaiming that what had been said was done, there was no going back, so you embarrassingly allowed your head to turn in his direction.
You observed as Daryl did the same, neck spinning as he faced you; his features were blank, eyes void of emotion, eyebrows placed comfortably upon his brow bone, skin remaining its previous tan color, and his lips continued to lay in a tight line as he gazed upon you. Your vision was darting around his face in a delirious manner, searching for any sign of a response as he remained frozen in time, even his hands were motionless upon his knees, not even a slight twitch had been emitted from his legs.
“Daryl,” you sighed, feeling a much stronger wave of embarrassment wash over you as a response to his concerning reaction, eyes quickly falling from his face and landing upon your lap “I really like you, and I-uh, I don’t exactly know how to say this, but I don't think we can continue being just friends anymore.”
As the biker remained silent, staring at you as if the words that had just tumbled from your lips had not even reached him yet, you grew even more nervous, anxiety nipping at your stomach. The male remained quiet, eyes glued to your own as no sign of emotion appeared to wash over him: His eyebrows hadn't drawn themselves into a confused knot, his face never turned a deep, flustered red, nor had his hands began to nervously fidget, as they often had when he was placed within an awkward experience. After a while of this, the brunette remaining mute as you became nauseous, you finally exhaled a large huff, defeat crashing down upon you as you rose from your spot upon the lawn, wiping your dirt laced palms upon your jean covered thighs.
“I'm sorry, really. I'm sorry.” You spoke as you stood, repeating yourself like some sort of broken record before you made your way towards the front steps, disappearing within the walls of your home.
In all honesty, Daryl had not remained silent out of disgust or some form of protest, which was the way you perceived his actions. You received the biker's quiet behavior as a pure sign of distaste, his mute gestures a clear indication that he was in fact very against your suggestions. But, that could not have been further from the truth: The male had remained silent as he was much too nervous to mess up the bond the two of you had formed, a delicate structure both of you had spent carefully building over the last couple months, and the brunette was scared of the idea of possibly losing you. A little known fact about the biker was that he had never really had a girlfriend before, he had been with women and experienced a few dates, but he had never really dated a female he truly had feelings for, a verity you were very unaware of. Therefore, because of this, the male was almost positive that if the two of you were to carry on down that sort of path, he was certain to mess up and ruin things between you two; he didn't know the first thing about a genuine, loving relationship, he was unsure when to kiss you, where to hold you, how to act during dates, or even how to act as a boyfriend. So, consequently, he couldn't bring himself to accept your offer, although it had been everything he had ever wished for, he was just too fearful of losing you.
However, little did the biker know, that was exactly what had happened right then: You were slipping from his grasp.
After that night, you slowly began to distance yourself, too embarrassed to face the biker following the eventful evening, nervous that he was disgusted with you and no longer desired to spend time with you. So you took it upon yourself to reject yourself: You stopped approaching him, cheeks burning as they grew a rosie red whenever you happened to spot him, you gave up upon spending time around both him and even he buddies, and worst of all, you stopped requesting his help, often resorting to the assistance of another male down the road, a lengthy man named Adam.
Daryl noticed the change in your demeanor very early on, picking up upon the fact that you rarely came to visit and you completely stopped talking to him, only rewarding the male with a polite wave mixed with a small smile. Naturally, this revelation irked him, a sudden pit forming within the depths of his stomach due to this discovery, a finding that inevitably made him realize that he would be forced to return to the front steps of his current living situation. He had resorted back to dissolving upon the stares of the ratty trailer, rotting away in the summer sun as he sipped upon a beer, occasionally jumping within the depths of a fight that his brother had somehow started. The only source of happiness he had received, practically since birth, had escaped his life, but nothing could have prepared him for what would conspire about three weeks after the incident, when Daryl began to spot another male entering your home, the previously mentioned Adam.
Adam was a blond, 5 '11, salesman who lived down the street, he owned a nice, silver car alongside an all black motorcycle, one he often took upon joy rides. Admittedly, the blond was a fairly nice guy; during the few conversations the brunette had shared with him, Adam had remained very polite, respectful, and kind with the biker. The blond was practically the epiphany of a woman's dream man: He was tall, nice, blond, and supported a striking pair of blue eyes, facts that lead the brunette to conclude that you were most likely pining after Adam, a realization that caused Daryl to grow ill. The brunette’s constant obsessing over the thought of you and Adam together didn't do wonders for his self image.
Daryl would observe the two of you as you entered your home, giggling amongst yourselves before disappearing within the doorway of your trailer while the biker remained placed upon the rotting front steps of his current house. The sight made him become sick, his heart shattering into a million pieces as he silently let you go, keeping to himself as you appeared to replace him with the blond. The male would often reminisce upon the moments you had shared together beforehand, the motorcycle rides you had spent pushed against his frame and the long conversations you shared late at night within the darkly lit confines of your living room, he had even began to miss the way you insisted upon washing his worn clothing and tending to his deserted hair, slight habits that often annoyed the solemn male at the time, but that was the most he had technically interacted with you: Through memory.
His breaking point creeped up upon him when the sound of a bike roaring to life entered his ears around nine one night, a familiar rumble that caused the male to sit up from within his spot upon the couch; in any other circumstance, the amicable noise would have been one the brunette wouldn't have thought twice about, due to the fact that many of his acquaintances were motorcyclists, he would have just concluded that the abrupt sound had been one of the lousy fools he often surrounded himself with. If it weren't for the fact that the large pack was currently engulfing the biker, a sea of motionless bodies littered the room as the group had passed out much earlier than expected, a result from their full itinerary of drinking and smoking that day. That piece of evidence was what led Daryl to rise up from his slumber, sitting up upon the couch before pushing himself to an upright position, quick to carefully creep towards the windowsill. Once the male had arrived at his desired destination, he allowed his fingers to trail up the curtain, parting the shades with his digits before peaking through the glass.
His eyes surveillance the area, blue irises scrutinizing his surroundings, skimming across the discarded pile of black trash bags that had been deserted at the end of the short driveway, vision dancing across the motionless landscape, the moon shining high within the sky, atmosphere dark as minuscule stars dotted the skyline, before his eyes landed upon your property. The biker quickly spotted you, your shoulders jolting as you tossed your hair upon your back before eventually straddling an unfamiliar bike. He allowed his pupils to trail up the vehicle, vision grazing past your dark silhouette and up the black frame of the motorcycle before he finally spotted the outline of another person's body: Adam. The brunette observed as you placed yourself upon the blond’s bike, arms wrapping themselves around his torso as you settled into your position before taking off, disappearing into a cloud of dust down the vacant road.
The sight caused his breath to hitch within the back of his throat, the heart-rending sight resulted in his eyes growing weak, glazing themselves in a layer of moisture as the perspiration threatened to spill from the barriers that were his eyelids. That had been the activity the two of you shared, the first real bonding experience you both took part in, not an occurrence Adam and you should have been experiencing. This thought caused the brunette to huff, a shaky breath that expelled itself from the chamber of his mouth as he brought his hands up to his face, rubbing his palms in small circles onto his closed eyes in an attempt to dry them.
The feeling of his eyes growing wet was not something he was used to, it was some sort of foreign sensation to the male, unable to remember the last time he received that sort of feeling. As he dried his eyes, he grew confused, due to the fact that crying wasn't exactly in his nature: He could get punched in the face and have his nose become broken, or witness the same occurrence happening to another being, and he most likely wouldn't have shed a tear. So why then? It didn't take a genius to figure it out, Daryl was losing the one thing he truly cared about, he was being deprived of the place he called home, the person that helped him escape his treacherous life, even just for a bit. The one form of light and happiness in his life was disappearing forever, and it dawned upon him right then that he needed to make his final decision: Would he let you go, let you escape this world with another male, or would he make one last attempt to patch things up?
Gathering the little amount of courage and confidence still left within his system, he tiptoed towards the door, making sure to step over limp bodies and not to activate any noisy floorboards before reaching the exit. He was careful whilst utilizing the door knob, turning it in a manner that was most effective, reaching his fingers around the metal circle and twisting it in a certain fashion that was guaranteed to silence the object. Once the door finally popped open, the biker was quick to exit the crowded home, feet mute upon the small, front landing before he turned back towards the entrance, repeating the previous cycle. Finally, he placed himself upon the stairs, awaiting your return whilst he busied himself with the objects surrounding him:
Understanding that he could be waiting for a long time, he lifted his head, observing the sky placed above him for a while, trying to create shapes and objects with the flickering stars or attempting to spot the darker splotches upon the glowing moon. Eventually, when he found himself growing bored of his previous activities, he moved onto his next target, which happened to be the open window of the trailer placed across the street; the male allowed his eyes to focus upon the glass, shades pushed to the side as his vision circled the interior. He could spot a few brown framed pictures placed upon the yellow stained walls, although his irises were practically completely obscured by the fighting couple placed in front of the window. The male and women were obviously arguing, their screaming voices slightly muffled by the exterior of their home, but he could still hear the faint yelling of the two as a few hits were placed upon one another. The brunette watched them for a long while, observing as they hollered and hit one another, attempting to make out their words and sentences, doing his best to decipher what their fight had been about until a far away rumble began to present itself within the warm breeze. The quiet roar being carried through the wind was a familiar one, the intimate grumble was one of a revving motorcycle, a sound that caused the bikers ears to perk up.
Daryl did his best not to let his impatience get the best of him, due to the fact that the bike could have belonged to practically any resident within the neighborhood, but he couldn't hide his growing restlessness when he began to fiddle with his hands, rubbing his palms together as the noise neared. As the, previously unknown, bike turned into the community, an action that caused the male to begin to fidget with his fingers with much more intensity, his vision finally focused upon the jet black motorcycle, a vehicle that was currently holding two passengers. The brunette momentarily stayed put, eyes following the bike as it came to a halt at the end of your driveway, the blond allowing you to hop off the motorcycle, exclaiming an obvious farewell with the wave of his hand, his lips moving as his words remained silenced under the intense rumble of his vehicle, before he eventually drove off, disappearing towards the direction of his own home.
Once Adam was finally a good distance away, not paying any mind to the women he had just dropped off, the brunette rose from his place upon the wooden steps, practically stomping across the lawn. As Daryl made his way across the street, he observed you as you walked up your driveway, a slight thump noise being emitted from your feet as the souls of your shoes slapped against the pavement. It was evident that you were unsuspecting of the male advancing across the road, until he called out to you:
“(Y/N).” the biker exclaimed, his words echoing throughout the vicinity as the sound of the blond’s bike died down, erasing its previous roar from the area.
The brunette’s voices caused you to swing around, spinning upon your heels before you spotted his figure as he crossed the threshold of your lawn, boots stamping upon the split between the cold concrete and brown dirt. The male was supporting a stern look, eyebrows pulled together, a sign of determination, his irises steady as he gazed upon you, and his lips pulled taunt into a tight line, as if he was in some sort of deep thought. His shoulders were drawn jointly, muscles dense in a stressful manner, fist clenched and knuckles white as he made his way towards you, knowing that deep down, if he didn't do what he was about to, he might never attempt again. His sudden appearance caused your eyes to grow wide, not exactly expecting him to return to your property that night. Or ever for that matter.
“Dar-” You attempted to respond as he finally placed himself in front of you, although your vocalization was cut short by his lips landing upon your own.
You were quite taken aback by his actions, his mouth pressed plush against your own as his large hand snaked its way around your back, firm palm settling upon the small of your spine as he pulled you closer to his figure. You couldn't lie, you momentarily allowed your body to practically liquify into his grasp, mind reeling as you were finally introduced to the way his strong, muscly arms felt as they caged you between his wide chest and his large biceps. The hold the male had upon you was comforting, your figure relaxing into his own as the heat of his limbs radiated upon your own, his body soft and pillow-like as you cuddled further into his warm and safe grip.
You practically felt relieved as his lips pushed themselves against your own, mouths slotting together as if they were pieces of a puzzle, like your lips had been made for the others' usage. His mouth was soft, lips plump as they pressed upon your own, smushing together as the tips of your noses collided. He tasted of cigarettes and metallic beer as he mouthed further into you, a flavor you had never expected to find as delicious as you did right then, mouth practically lapping at the tang being ejected from him. You tilted your head, allowing the male to deepen the kiss as the features of your faces were no longer in the way, permitting the male to pull you further into his lips, soft mouth that practically put you within a trance, hypnotizing you as you allowed him to pepper your lips with long, affectionate kisses.
Daryl began to smile into the depths of your shared kiss, lips curling up into a small grin as he relished within the grasp of your junction. He would have never dreamed of kissing an angel, but here he was, the taste of mint and sugar flooding into the cave of his throat as he held you, small body pinned against his own as the warmth of your figure radiated into his own. Until, suddenly, you began to push him away, a slight irritation rushing through your system that the biker quickly picked up upon, frantic hands prodding at him as you separated.
“You-” you paused while untangling yourself from his grasp, sighing in a mix of defeat and exhaustion, a result of your previous activities, as you did so “You can't just do this to me, Daryl.”
The male gazed down upon you, face an exasperated red, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, and lips covered in a sheen of saliva as he grew disoriented. He observed the look etched upon your face, cheeks a pinkish hue, eyes fluttering up towards him, and a slight frown inching across your lips as a breeze blew through you, strands of your hair trailing behind your dimly illuminated silhouette. He could have sworn you had been enjoying yourself just moments prior, from the way you had kissed him back, to the way you allowed your body to mold into his own.
“I really like you, Daryl, and you broke my heart. And now, I'm trying to move on, and now you come back?” You huffed in a slight anger, although your previous irritation began to simmer.
While you were still annoyed, you could never actually remain frustrated with the sweet biker, it was as if you had grown some sort of soft spot for the male, one that had refused to disappear over time. You had not become frustrated due to his actions, you had quite enjoyed his unanticipated behavior, instead, you were angry with his timing. Why now? Why did it take seeing you with another man for him to suddenly magnetize back towards you, after all that heart break, days spent crying within the depths of your bed as you became overloaded with a wave of overwhelming emotions.
You crossed your arms, tempted to turn back towards him before vanishing into your home, but once your vision landed upon the concerned look written across his characteristics, you couldn't bear to resist him: His eyebrows were now completely pulled together, this time furrowed in a look of confusion rather than determination as he stared down at you, vision darting all across your face as he observed you in deep uncertainty, a look of sadness hidden far within his inky pupils. His mouth was drawn into a thin line as he obviously began to chew upon the inside of his cheek, worry coursing through his veins, fear washing over him as he became terrified of the idea that he had just possibly ruined his last chance with you.
The male had never been one with words, maybe that was why he had remained quiet when you had confessed to him, or possibly why he had just sat there for a few seconds, silently searching for the correct words to use and the right tone to utilize that would make you wish to stay. The biker had always been worried of disrespecting you whilst he spoke, scared of perhaps exclaiming the incorrect words and in turn, ruining a moment with his vocalization, so he often remained mute in situations such as these. Although he remained unaware of the harmful effects his silence often had upon others.
“I like ya too, but,” he paused, momentarily drawing a blank once more before inevitably just allowing himself to continue, permitting the words to flow “I didn't wanna ruin what we had, but… Thas what ended up happenin anyway.”
You quickly spotted the deep, red hue beginning to spread across the male’s face while he spoke, tears of embarrassment mixed with an overwhelming sadness threatening to spill over his eyelids and leak down his cheeks at his confession. You had never witnessed the biker this close to sobbing before, so the genuine sincerity in his words, strong enough to perhaps make him cry, was enough to repair your previously damaged heart.
In all honesty, you had grown fond of Adam, he had made you smile, laugh, and he had been great company, but you desired him in nothing more than a friendly manner, never allowing your relationship to become anything more than that. A friendship. Yes, you and the blond had taken part in some of the same activities as you had with Daryl, occasions such as walks, conversations, and he had even assisted you with some of your maintenance problems, but it had all remained in a friendly manner. Your heart had always belonged to the mysterious, quiet male, memories of him often keeping you up within the late hours of the night, mind yearning for his company throughout the days, and you continued to allow your eyes to take quick glances in his direction whenever you had passed by his abode. You missed him, plain and simple; you often caught yourself calling out to the brunette while you remained alone within the depths of your home, you yearned for your previous chats, and you deeply desired his presence within your life. It had become obvious, during your growing friendship, that he had been made for you, that the two of you were practically perfect for one another: You had supplied each other with a happiness you had not received in such a long while, a joy that caused the two of you to grow unable to envision a future without one another.
Your sudden giggles caught Daryl off guard, erratic chuckles that echoed against the structures surrounding you as you began to support a wide grin paired with squinted eyes, features that only confused the male further while you brought a hand up to your face, placing it over your revealed teeth before you began to shake your head, almost as a display of disbelief.
“I could never stay mad at you, Daryl. You didn't ruin anything, I did. I shouldn't have pushed you away.” You admitted.
The biker had heard what you said, allowing your genuine sentence to enter the canals of his ears, but your words had not clarified anything for him. Perhaps it was the mixture of your abrupt laughter and vague vocalization, but your actions only caused him to wonder if you had been giggling at him, towards his embarrassing confession and you still desired to remain distanced from him.
You glanced up towards the brunette once more whilst removing your hand from upon your lips, laughter dying away as you perceived the look plastered upon his face: He was still supporting his previous expression, one that made you concur that he had remained confused, eyebrows still furrowed and his mouth drawn into a thin line.
At this discovery, you smiled softly at the awkward male before raising yourself upon the toes of your shoes, lifting your face to his lips before placing your mouth gently upon his own. You were quick to allow yourself to melt into his touch, as this time, you had expected the connection and were more than willing to savor it. Your movements remained still as you felt the brunette's hands shakily placed themselves upon your torso, fingers gripping at your skin as the pads of his digits began to carefully rub at your flesh. It was relaxing to receive the feeling of his plush lips once more, mouth soft and inviting as you returned to his protective grasp, the whole world disappearing around the two of you as a feeling of true safety washed over you.
The biker's eyes fell heavy under the control of your passionate mouth, lids clamping shut as he leaned further into your lips, deepening the kiss as you pressed your faces together much harsher. The kiss was deep and passionate, everything the two of you had ever dreamed of as your connection was evidently heavenly, movements angelic as you breathed brutally through your nose. You felt perfect placed beneath the brunette, the male allowing his face to nuzzle into your grip when he received the feeling of your palm upon his cheek, hand grasping at his warm skin as your lips moved in sync.
“Wanna go on a ride?” You asked the biker once the two of you eventually parted.
The male smiled down at you, a completely adoring smirk, breath lagging as he panted, nodding quickly before you grasped at his hand, sweaty fingers lacing together as you practically dragged him towards his motorcycle.
That time, and during the many yet to come, you didn't hesitate to allow your head to rest upon his leather covered back while he drove.
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Hi! Idk if you’re taking requests or not, but I really love your work, and I was wondering if you wanted to do another Daryl one? Based off of it inspired by the song Night Shift by Lucy Dacus that takes place before and after the apocalypse. You can pick time frames/eras I’m not super picky about that I’ve just been thinking about this angst/fluff idea for a while and I’m not the greatest writer in the world. Totally fine if not! Please feel free to ask me questions if you need clarity
Night Shift
Daryl Dixon x Male reader
(I love the song it's so good!!! Hope you enjoy this! Sorry that it took so long)
tw: homophobia, violence...
You worked a thrift store before the apocalypse, Daryl was a regular there and you had your eye on him. You would always strike up conversations and after getting to know him better you would set aside clothes you knew he would like. For example a sleeveless jacket, which you decided to add wings to because it fitted him. You knew he was struggling with money so you convinced him to work in the store. He agreed to it because his brother was in jail so he had nothing holding him back from changing his way of life.
You started spending more and more time together because you worked the same shifts. You noticed how nice he is to the kids visiting the store, seeing his softer side made you realize your crush had turned in to something more. So one day you gathered the courage to ask him out after your shift. He freaked out and ran. When he got home he kept replaying the moment in is head, remembering his brother’s slurs and his father’s hits. He spent the night overthinking but came to the conclusion that they weren��t in his life anymore but you were and he sure wasn’t giving up on you so quickly.
The next day the first thing he did when he saw you was apologizing, you understood and made sure he knew he could always talk to you if he was struggling with things. You took him out to dinner the same evening and everything evolved from there. You start dating and everything was going great. In the beginning it was kinda rough but Daryl opened up eventually and you made sure he felt loved. After a few months you moved in together and even got a dog named Dixy. You were together for a year before your happiness came to an end.
You had finished your mutual shift and walked out the store hand in hand, you kissed Daryl’s cheek. You were planning a movie night and were discussing which snacks you were going to buy before a crusty looking redneck came up to you. Daryl froze and pulled his hand out of yours, you didn’t have enough time to realize it was Merle and you didn’t have enough time to dodge his fist going towards your face. You fell to the ground and the only thing you remember where more punches, slurs and Daryl’s voice getting his brother away from you. You lay there in pain when your coworker found you and got you to a hospital. The bruises didn’t hurt as much as the realization you had when you got back to your flat. Daryl wasn’t coming back, he had left your life without any goodbyes, without any tears, without any notice.
You carried on, changed appartements, changed your shift to the night shift so you wouldn’t run into his brother looking for more trouble. It had been a week since the accident when the pandemic broke out. You were one of the lucky ones that got out of the city in time. Ever since you’ve been wandering around with your dog, she was the reason you were still alive that, and the thought of Daryl still being out there.
You keep going, Dixy walking besides you, if temperatures kept rising you would have to find extra water but for now you were set on just moving forward, following the road. You were just about to sit down to rest when a bunch of walkers came out of the woods. Dixy barks and you grab your machete, with this many walkers you would usually just run but they seemed to emerge from everywhere. You chop a few heads off while Dixy puts her teeth into a walker’s neck. The walkers keep coming and you start to panic, suddenly you hear a car’s engine approaching. Any other day you would’ve hid but you would rather face some strangers then get eaten by some dead creatures so you ran towards the car. It swerved, hit a few walkers and a man and woman got out. The man holding a knife and the woman holding a katana. Together you finish the hoard off.
You are covered in guts and blood just like your guardian angels. You thank them while checking if Dixy is alright and introduce yourself. The man seems hesitant to talk to you but the woman replies “I’m Michonne, this is Rick” Rick nods at you and shares a glance with Michonne. He looks back at you “How many walkers have you killed?”
And that’s how you find yourself in a car on the way to a place called Alexandria. You chat a bit with Michonne and immediately like her, she is someone who you would’ve been friends with before the world ended. You could tell Rick was a bit more careful, the closer you got to Alexandria the tenser he got. “Hey man, I understand that you don’t know me but I really am glad that you saved my life and I look forward to becoming friends.” You tried to ensure him that you were one of the good guys, you totally understood his attitude, you too had met the more unpleasant types out there. Rick hummed “It’s cool man, we’ll see.”
The car approaches the gate and you feel the nerves in your gut, you can finally see a brighter future. Living in a community again, having friends, feeling safe, it was the best thing you could ask for in this world. The gate opens and your eyes widen at the sight. The car parked and you get out. You get some strange looks but after handing in your weapons and Rick introducing you, people start coming up to you to introduce themselves. Dixy was getting petted by some kids and was enjoying herself when woman came up to you with cookies “I’m Carol, welcome to Alexandria!” You thank her for the cookies and eat one of them because you were actually quite hungry. “These are really good!” you acclaim and she shrugs it off. You were in heaven.
Suddenly Dixy starts barking, everyone tenses and you search for the source of her vigilance. The first thing you notice is a motorbike, the second thing you notice is the love of your life next to it working on it. He looks up to look at the noise and your heart starts beating rapidly. Before you know it your legs run toward him and you yell out his name. He realises what’s happening and drops the wrench to run your way. Your bodies collide, your face in the crook of his neck and your arms wrapped around his torso. Everything is too much and you let out a sob. You take his face in your hands to make sure he’s real. His eyes are watery and his smile is a mix between happiness, confusion and repent. “I’m sorry I left” his voice breaks a bit. “I don’t care Daryl, I’m just glad we found each other again.” You kiss him softly, look into his eyes and kiss him again. You were never gonna let this man leave again.
You let go of each other and notice the people around you being astounded by the whole scene. Dixy is now circling Daryl and he gives her a few belly rubs. “So, I assume you two know each other” Michonne comments with a smirk. “Yes” you answer while taking Daryl’s hand in yours, this time keeping it there. Maybe this wasn’t really the end of the world.
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Compass
Masterlist | The walking dead Masterlist
Requested : No
Song : Compass - The Neighbourhood
Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Afab! reader (No use of Y/n)
Pronouns : you/yours
Type : fluff
Contents : mutual pinning, slightly canon divergent, best friends + grumpy + sunshine :)
Word count : 2.8k
Have a great day / night !!
If I don't have you with me, I'm alone
You know I never know which way to go
A sigh of relief left your lips as you watched the walker in front of you drop to the ground with an arrow in it's head. "C'mon, this way." he instructed, pulling you along with him. You followed the male, watching your steps and making sure to step over the roots in the ground and bodies. "I'm sorry." you grumbled, grunting to yourself as you felt like you were holding him back. Daryl was a great survivor - hell, he was the reason the pair of you were still alive since the outbreak started.
"Nothin' to be sorry for." he responded, shrugging it off as you walked through the trees, now at your temporary camp. "There you are." Carol gasped, checking you over before pulling you into a hug. "I'm okay, Daryl found me as always." you joked, seeing him frown as he knew you were trying to make light of the situation. He nodded slightly before walking back to his tent where Merle was sitting, shaking his head. "You're going soft, baby brother." he taunted, sending you a sickening smile.
"Shut up."
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I think I need you with me for all-time
When I need new direction for my mind
You sat there, bouncing your knee anxiously. Rick, Lori's supposedly 'dead' husband had shown up and helped the rest of the camp on their run. Yes, you were happy he had helped but in the process, they had left Merle on the rooftop. In the city that was currently swarmed with walkers. As expected, Daryl hadn't taken the news lightly. Even though Merle could be an absolute asshole (a massive understatement) sometimes, he was blood and the others needed to understand that.
"I'm going to talk to him." you mumbled, loud enough for at least Carol to hear over the hushed arguments between Rick and Lori. "Are you sure?" she asked, wrapping the blanket around her tightly. She knew you meant well, but when Daryl was mad, he often said stuff he didn't really mean. "I'll be fine." you assured her, letting her take a deep breath before agreeing, watching with a cautious gaze as you approached him.
"Dar?" you called as you approached him, watching him turn around with anger, his face softening when he realised it was you. "Hi." he spoke, it coming out as a whisper. You grimaced, sitting down next to him, leaving a bit of space between you. "He'll be okay. We'll go find him in the morning, Rick said he'll come." you tried to comfort, Daryl humming in response. "He's the only other family I've got." he spoke up, voice cracking slightly. There hadn't been many times where Daryl had been this vulnerable - the only other time you could think of was when you were teens and you'd seen the marks he'd received from his father. And just like then, this broke you. "Who's your other?" you asked, confused as to what he was referring to.
"You"
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You listen to my lectures on the phone
"Absoluetly not." Daryl argued, shaking his head at your idea. You scoffed, looking at him in confusion. "Why not?!" you huffed, eyebrows furrowed as you waited for his reasoning. Last night, he had agreed to you helping them with finding Merle and now he was suddenly against it. "It's the least I could do! I can't stay in this camp." you defended, holding your head in your hands and laughing in disbelief. "Too many walkers." he spoke up, placing his bow down next to his tent. "There's walkers around us every day. What difference does this run make?" you reminded. There was not a single day where there wasn't a chance you could fall victim to the walkers - but not him.
He had sworn to himself since the news of the outbreak, he'd keep you safe. Not that he had ever told you, but he didn't care. It didn't matter if you felt the same and would do anything for him, you were his priority, and he'd do everything in his power to keep you safe. And that meant leaving you here. "I can't lose yer as well." he raised his voice, regretting it as he realised the tone it came out in. You had froze, either because of the tone or what he had said, and it killed him to not know which one. "Daryl-" you spoke up but he cut you off, getting up and making his way into his tent.
"Jus' stay here, please. G'night."
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Breakfast was different to normal. You had been relatively quiet, the rest of the group noticing something had happened between you and him but no one dared to ask. He was more tense, a mix of fear for Merle and also because of the whole incident that had happened last night. You finished your food up while the group got ready, all piling into thie vehicles. "Daryl, hurry up." Rick warned, watching as he picked his bow up. "I'm comin'." he bit back, putting arrows back in his quiver. You looked at Carol and Lori who both gestured their headds towards him making you sigh.
"Daryl, wait." you huffed, tanding up and walking over to him. He raised an eyebrow, facing you as you stood a few steps in front. "Hm?" he grunted, you gaze glancing between him and the group waiting behind him. Emotions got the best of you, wrapping your arms around him as he tensed up, not expecting you to hug him. "Be safe." you whispered, feeling your cheeks heat up. Eventually, he wrapped his around your waist, head on yours. "I'll be back, I promise." he assured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before pulling away and giving you one last glance. As he walked away, you failed to catch a glimse of the gentle blush that had settled on his cheeks.
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You help me find the treasure in the hole
It had been a few days since the Greene family had let you settle on the farm and Sophia had gone missing. You had all noticed the shops in town and realised the group would be needing a stock up on food soon. "Who wants to go?" Rick sighed, looking around as some of the group muttered amongst themselves. "I'll go." you offered, needing a break from the area. Once again, it had gotten a bit suffocating, tensions high amongst the group between each other and your hosts. Shane stepped forward, going to say something before Daryl cut him off. "If you go, I go." he ushed, looking at you and then at Rick who shrugged. "Okay." he smiled.
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Handing him the hairpin you had on you, he moved it around, pulling the chains and lock once he felt it open. "Stay close." he ordered as you walked in. "If you want me near you, just say that." you teased, grinning as he rolled his eyes at your words. "Shut up." he huffed, walking along checking the shelves. Most of the shelves were empty or the food was way off, alreay rotting away. "Here." you spoke up, jogging over to the other side where a bunch of cans caught your eye.
"Holy shit." he gasped, seeing the amount you had found. It wasn't the best food, but it was enough to last you longer than you thought it would. "Let's get it back." you suggested, seeing it was starting to get dark slightly and he hummed in agreement, picking up the cans you couldn't and walking behind you, a hand on your back guiding you back to his bike.
You had put them all in the container you had brought with you, attached to the back of the bike. He sat down, waiting for you to join on. You sat behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist hesitantly. He moved them slightly, making your grip on him tighter. "If yer want me near yer, jus' say that." he mimicked, laughing as he got revenge for your antics earlier.
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You'll tell me if I'm acting like a fool
"What're yer doin'?" Daryl questioned, turning Carol to face him with a grip on her arm, earning a glare from you. "Keeping an eye on you." She responded, looking up at him with a worried look in her eyes as you watched them interact. "Ain't you a peach." he grumbled, circling her. "Daryl." you warned, shooting Carol an apologetic look. "We're not gonna let you pull away." you huffed, knowing he was having one of his rants.
"You've earned your place." Carol commented, turning his attention back to her. "If yer spent half yer time mindin' yer daughters business instead of stickin' yer nose in everybody else's, she'd still be alive!" her raised his voice, standing right in front of her. You let out a gasp, looking at him in disbelief. You went to say something but she raised a hand, silently assuring you it was okay. "Go ahead." she egged on. "Go ahead n' what?" he asked, stepping back slightly. "Man, jus' go. I don't want you here." he bit, swinging his arm up.
You looked between them frantically, scared it was going to escalate. "You're a real piece of work, lady. What you gonna make this about my daddy or some kinda crap like that?" he continued, watching as she didn't let her emotions show. You intertwined your hand with carols, squeezing it for a second. "You know Jack. You're afraid, you're afriad 'cause you're all alone. You got no husband, no daughter. You don't know what to do with yourself." he ranted, making you have enough and try and pull her away. "Let's go." you whispered, looking at her in concern. For a split second, you were sure his face altered, seeing how much he had upset the pair of you.
"You ain't my problem. Sophia wasn't mine. All you had to do was keep an eye on her." Daryl shouted, a wince coming from Carol. A silence set over, the pair glaring at one another as her hand tightly gripped yours, now squeezing it more than ever. He looked down, guilt filling him slightly as he saw your hands connected. "Go." you ushered softly, pulling her as she looked back in concern, seeing you not follow her. "I'll be there in a bit." you assured, watching her retreat back to the house, standing on the porch just to keep a careful eye on you.
"There was no need for that." you spoke, turning back to Daryl whose expression didn't falter. "It's the truth." he murmured. You sighed and looked at him, still in disbelief. "That was her daughter. You should know how it feels." you reminded, cautiously taking a step back as you mentioned his brother, seeing him look down. "She's probably struggling to process it all. Our luck was going to run out eventually, don't blame her." you defended, Daryl not responding. You scoffed, knowing he wouldn't apologise. "Find me when you're ready to apologise. I'm starting to think you're just the same as your brother." you grumbled, walking back to the house. He stood practically glued to the spot, watching as you both disappeared into the house not sparing him a look. Now he had messed up.
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I know that you're not something to lose, now
"Where are they?" Daryl asked Carol, riding back as he made sure to get away from the walkers that had practically taken over the farm. "I don't know. They...they were with me and we got separated." she admitted, feeling his body tense up. He continued going, his head feeling light-headed as thoughts raced through. What if you weren't safe? What if no one found you? What if you had gotten bit and either already turned or become their meal? "Don't jump to conclusions, I'm sure she's with someone. She's strong." Carol tried to convince him, as well as herself as the anxiety ate away at the pair of them.
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"Can we just wait a little longer?" You tried to convince Hershel, not wanting to leave until you had found the others. Your group was strong, and you refused to believe that you four were the only survivors. As if on queue, you heard the familiar growl of the engine approaching, a gasp leaving your lips as the familiar bike pulled up, with the two people you were closest to. Another car pulled up behind them, more people visible followed by another vehicle. Hershel smiled, squeezing your shoulder as they all pulled up, everyone going to their people.
Carol pulled you into a quick hug before crouching down and hugging Carl. You leaned against the car, letting Rick greet Daryl before he climbed off his bike. You were caught off-guard when you felt him wrap his arms around you, holding you tightly to him. "Thought I'd lost you." he mumbled, his hands cupping your face as you rested yours on his wrists. "Not that easily, Dixon." you smiled, allowing him to press a kiss to your forehead before pulling you into him tightly. His head rested on yours, swaying you slightly as he caught Carol's eyes, who raised an eyebrow at him knowingly.
Maybe he was soft for you.
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I've got something to confess
I keep you in my pocket to use
Changing into the fresh clothes that had been put out for you, you made your way back up to the cells, taking two portions of the food that had been made and thanking Carol and Hershel. "Can you go and check on Daryl?" Carol whispered, nodding as you knew she was just slightly worried about him considering the past few days. Carefully holding the bowls, you made your way up the stairs, seeing him laying on a mattress he had dragged out onto the perch, his eyes closed.
"Hey." you smiled, holding a bowl out to him as he opened his eyes, sending you a thankful smile back. "Carol wanted me to come check on you." you informed him, sitting next to him on the mattress as he moved slightly, giving you space. "'m fine." he chuckled, shaking his head. "I know. She just cares about you. And so I." you said softly, eating your food as a comfortable silence settled.
Once you had both finished, he put his bowl on the desk, holding his hand out for yours and stacking them before returning back to his previous spot. "You sure you're okay?" you asked, earning a smile from him. He held an arm up, gesturing for you to move closer and putting it around your shoulders. "Better now." he grinned, making you huff as he chuckled, seeing the heat rush to your cheeks.
"I care about yer too." He admitted, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I mean it." he paused, when he saw you weren't convinced by him. He knew he wasn't the best at expressing things nor showing any emotions but he was sure he'd do anything for you. He opened his mouth, going to speak but getting cut off by Beth. "Sorry, uh, Lori asked for you." she informed you before heading down, over to the food. You smiled apologetically at Daryl, moving away. "I'll come back later, okay?" you commented, earning a hum from him. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before getting up and walking over to the cell she was in, his eyes not leaving you once.
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You're my only compass
You kept your promise, returning to Daryl after you had finished with Lori, chatting about whatever came to mind until you had both given in to the much-needed sleep. Daryl was leaning against the wall, a pillow behind his back, while you were cuddled up to him in his arms, his grip firm but tight.
"Are you sure?" Glenn asked, whispering and looking back at Maggie who nodded. He pressed the button, cursing as the flash went off due to the slight lack of light in the area, waking up Daryl. "Go away." he grumbled, not opening his eyes. Glenn placed the polaroid carefully in his arms, before running back down the stairs. Daryl furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he stretched, feeling the photo. He stared at it for a few minutes, scoffing and then smiling to himself.
"What are you smiling about?" you asked, nuzzling your head into his neck. "Nothin', just somethin' Glenn took." he shrugged going to put it down. "Show." you asked, curious as to what it was. You mirrored his smile as he showed you, seeing the photo of the pair of you in each other's embrace, sound asleep. Peaceful - something that was rare nowadays. "Get him one when I'm awake, don't keep that." you moaned, Daryl shaking his head as he grinned at you.
"Na, gonna keep this one, pretty girl." he smirked, resting his forehead against yours and his eyes darting between yours and your lips. "Kiss me." you whispered, Daryl, wasting no time in connecting his lips to yours, your stomach filling with butterflies as a spark went off. You knew, no matter what happened, you'd be safe with him and he was home.
I might get lost without you
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helloooo, just wanted to make a daryl dixon request? the male readers are lacking lmao
it's canon that daryl was very abused and mistreated by his father when merle was away and in one scene where merle tears up his shirt from behind daryl has scares from when he was beaten up with probably a belt.
Daryl now has a boyfriend who loves him so much, but he was avoidant of the topic with him. Until they were having their aftercare session after an intimate moment and reader takes little time to see Daryl's back, Daryl's head on reader's lap while he smokes and caresses the scarred back, that's when Daryl opens up about everything.
"I'll take care of you."
"It's rotten work."
"Not for me, not if it's you."
Kintsugi
Summary:
Daryl doesn’t believe in love.
But you would disagree. Holding his hands as though he were the most precious thing left in this apocalyptic world, laying kiss after kiss on his skin, each one accompanied by a whisper of adoration, combing his hair back to gaze lovingly at his eyes, “There you are, love.” To which he would blush, shoving your face away as you grinned at his bashful expression.
Pairings:
Dary Dixon x Male Reader
Tags:
Comfort | Angst | Warning - Mentions of Child Abuse | Flashbacks
Words: 625
Author's Note:
I would like to preface this with the warning that there will be flashbacks to Daryl's childhood which, alongside the rest of the fic, will include child abuse.
Daryl doesn’t believe in love.
His father did a bang-up job squandering it, a belt to his back once or twice a day, thrice if he cried, several more if he tried to evade it. His penchant for running away saved him more times than he could count - drunk old man Dixon was not someone to be around - but back to the point, Daryl Dixon did not believe in love, particularly for himself. But you would disagree. Holding his hands as though he were the most precious thing left in this apocalyptic world, laying kiss after kiss on his skin, each one accompanied by a whisper of adoration, combing his hair back to gaze lovingly at his eyes, “There you are, love.” To which he would blush, shoving your face away as you grinned at his bashful expression.
Now, lying his head on your lap, puffing away, Daryl finds comfort in the silence of the night; he enjoys the feeling of your hands through his hair. He tries not to flinch when your hands drift lower, praying the absence of light hides the scars across his back. It had been a topic of almost conversations - when his shirt rode up, or you woke with his back to you - you never pushed, and perhaps Daryl was a coward for never saying anything. You pause just at the base of his neck, fingers grazing the first mark - his oldest, near his shoulder, and as big as his hand had been at the time.
“December 5th…” he mumbles.
“What?”
“December 5th…wanted hot chocolate but couldn’t get the cocoa…the game was on…dad didn’t like being interrupted….”
Daryl had been small, even for a six-year-old, and the cocoa had been way up on the top shelf, shoved behind the flour and sugar. He’d climbed the counter and stood up, head smacking against the cabinet a bit when he did. He just wanted to shove the flour and sugar away - the flour moved easily, but the sugar didn’t. So he did what any child would; he pulled and fell, bringing with him a rain of sugar. The sound of his fall and the sugar sack hitting the floor was enough to catch his father’s attention.
“What the— boy, you better not be fucking up my kitchen!”
Daryl hadn’t been hurt that bad from the fall, but he wouldn’t know, having run off before his father could step foot in the kitchen.
“....didn’t get very far….”
“NO, NO— Pa—” Daryl had screamed when he’d been dragged back by his hair, cowering with his hands held high as his father shouted at him, the man’s favorite belt in his hand, heated up by the steam of the kettle. “I was cold, I—”
“... dipped the thing into the hot water and beat me with it….”
Daryl didn’t continue down memory lane, and you’d gone quiet, pausing in your movements - he sat up, moving from the bed to grab another smoke. He could feel a little shake in his hands, halting when he felt your hands on his back again, “I don’t —” his throat clogged up as tears pricked the corner of his eyes.
“Ok,” you responded. There was no phantom pain to soothe, yet you continued to do so, palm slowly running across his back as he rubbed furiously at his eyes. He hadn’t meant to start crying; you moved to stand ahead of him, thumbs wiping the remnants of his tears. “We don’t have to keep talking about him, ok?”
Daryl nods, sniffling, “I’m sorry, it’s rotten work.”
“What?”
“Me….I’m rotten work,” he clarifies.
“Not for me,” you counter, “not if it’s you, Daryl.”
Daryl doesn’t believe in love, but being pulled back into the covers to lie by you, he could.
End Note:
Hope you enjoyed it. Stay Hydrated.
#daryl dixon x male!reader#daryl dixon x reader#twd imagine#this man deserves the world 😭#there ain't enough male reader for daryl istg#also fuck daryl's dad I hope that man had his face eaten by a walker#shiterequests
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Ron Anderson X Male Reader
Warning: Homophobic Term and that’s about it.
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A moan came out of the teenager's lips as the other boy was sucking up his neck. They both have barely known each other for a month but Ron has been hooked unto the other boy when it got to Alexandria. It wasn’t often that people near his age showed up there.
When the other teen first got there Ron heard that they showed up with a younger teenager named Sophia. Apparently they lost the group they were with due to a herd. Ron doesn’t know much about what’s going on out there but he knows it's bad.
Ron isn’t completely sure how he got to this point with the other teen. He knows it should be wrong among boys. Back before the world went to shit his father would go on a drunk stupor about the neighbors being faggots.
Then again it’s practically the end of the world as far as he can tell. Ron doesn’t believe such things should matter anymore. Not that he would dare say that out loud. If he did he knew his father would kill him.
Before Ron could spiral even more he felt a stink of pain run through his shoulder. Ron then looked at the boy who went from sucking on his neck to then taking a small nip out of his shoulder.
Ron then asked him,”what was that for.” With a moan or two in between the sink the other teen started flickering his tongue over the now bleeding skin. Ron really wanted to question the other of where he learned to do this.
After another minute of taunting Ron’s sensitive skin the teenager backed away. The teen then said,“You were getting distracted,” with a slight haze in his eyes. How he could not when Ron’s moans were music to his year.
The teen then gave a peck to Ron's lips and said,”I must not be great at this if you still manage to get distracted.” The teen then moved his lips towards Ron’s left ear and said,”Next time I’ll give you more than a slight nip to your skin.”
Ron shivered a bit, not out of fear but from how sensitive he felt around the other boy. Seriously Ron was curious who the hell raised this guy. There is no valid reason for them to be this attractive. The more time goes on Ron questions if the other guy is actually a virgin like he said he was.
The teenager never did things like this with anyone else beside Ron. Though he’s heard a few stories about Merle Dixon’s past lover. The boy just figured that some things must apply regardless of genders.
Up to this day they are still guestioning how the fuck they are related to Merle. Not that it matters much now in the end of the world. Practically everyone is family at this point. Take Sophia and Carol for example. He sees them as his younger sister and mother figure.
#TWD#the walking dead#ron anderson#Ron Anderson x Male#Ron Anderson x Male Reader#x Dixon Reader#The Walking Dead x Male Reader
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Rec list
Stranger things, marvel, marauders era, the umbrella academy, slashers
Stranger things
EDDIE MUNSON
Tongue
Eddie Munson smut AND Jason Carver slander. What could possibly be better?
Such a strange girl
Eddie and hippie being cuties.
Movie night
Bat Eddie and his uncle Wayne.
Noodle
Ferret dad Eddie.
Family
Wayne being a protective uncle and so much comfort.
STEVE HARRINGTON
Stay awake
The softest and fluffiest angst around.
Pretty
Steve deserves all the praises.
Dream
Cutie Steve beginning his dad life.
BILLY HARGROVE
Welcome to the party
Kind of ooc Billy but being a protective cutie.
Road gate
Very soft Billy with sadness but fluffy ending.
Marvel
BUCKY BARNES
Personal pillow
Kick your feet, twirl your hair type of fluff.
Pocket angel
Cry your eyes out type of fluff.
Sweeter than sugar
Chubby Bucky owns my heart and soul, forever and always.
Your protector, forever
A dark but soft Bucky.
Can you not
Possessive Bucky is a hot Bucky.
The bet
People being meanies to Bucky and a protective reader.
Serendipity
Bucky just trying to live with an unhinged neighbour.
Around my neck
Bucky being a silly jealous boy.
STEVE ROGERS
Religion
Dark Steve and innocent reader.
LOKI LAUFEYSON
Little realisations
I agree tall people are scary.
End credits
Loki being a sweetie.
Hot tea
Jotun Loki smut. Chefs kiss.
Marauders
JAMES POTTER
She hexed me!
Stupid lover boy Jamie.
SIRIUS BLACK
That doesn’t leave us many options
Cutie Siri and beautiful references to blanket forts.
REMUS LUPIN
Easy sleeping
Soft domestic relationship.
REGULUS BLACK
Regulus Black x Potter!Reader
Dramatic James and soft Reggie.
The umbrella academy
FIVE HARGREEVES
Music to my ears
Cute husband and wife shit. A whole lotta caring Five.
Hotel waffles
Retired loving Five.
Partners
The best type of relationship.
My little stress eater
Softest five around. All the fluffs while still being a bad bitch.
Slashers
Slasher cuddling HC
Falling asleep on slashers
Slashers s/o with tattoos
Slashers reaction to their s/o laying on top of them
Slashers with a demon s/o
Giving slashers massages
Slashers with s/o who has weird cravings for inedible things
Slashers with s/o who proves their loyalty to them
Hide ‘N Seek (Bo Sinclair)
Blind (Bo Sinclair)
Yautja with a chiropractor s/o
Wasted on a dream
Wound tending (Bo Sinclair)
Kissing slashers in a panic before they kill you Part 2
Male yautja trying out a period cramp simulator with his human mate
Michael and Jason with a reader who plays the sims
Miscellaneous
MATT MURDOCK
One more time
A soft and fluffy fic that provides Matt with love and happiness.
SPENCER REID
Every last bite
Cute Spencer and magic baker, so cute!
AARON HOTCHNER
Home sweet home
Aaron being protective and little rage for spice.
The Walking Dead
DARYL DIXON
Day drinking and it’s consequences
Glenn and reader being drunken simps. Cute Daryl just trying his best.
No matter what they say
Grumpy and sunshine.
Found you
The cutest reunion and Merle being a good guy.
A single punch
A truly heartbreaking and stunning story, Maggie being amazing.
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Male Reader x Daryl Dixon - Need you Here
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The moment the gunshot rang out your heart began to beat quicker than it ever once had before. “No! Daryl!” Rick yelled and he and Shane helped Daryl off the ground dragging him towards the farmhouse.
You raced behind them quickly needing to see Daryl, needing to know he was alive.
That night you shared together after Merle was left behind was one you’d never forget, since then you shared a tent together. Shared small kisses when no one else was looking.
Now all you worried about was if he was still breathing.
Rick had to hold you back while Hershel worked on his wounds. You tried to stand tall, tried not to break down.
You ran a hand through your (h/c) hair as you paced your (weapon) hanging off your side. You continued pacing fear filling your chest as the hours ticked by.
When Hershel appeared with a smile you couldn’t help but feel relieved. He nodded to you letting you know he was ready to see people. You ran past him, careful enough only to not knock the old man on his ass, straight towards Daryl’s side.
“Daryl.. oh Daryl.” You sobbed at his side the tears you tried to hold back welling up and rolling down your cheeks.
He smiled softly at you, something he didn’t do to many people. “I’m okay.” He finally managed out. “I found her doll.”
You gulped, you knew how much kids meant to Daryl. The two of you had already made a pact, if any of the parents died or you came across an orphaned child the two of you would become their dads.
“I just need to know that you’re okay.” You whispered holding his hand in your own. You brought his knuckles up to your lips holding him there so he didn’t leave your side.
You’d didn’t care if the rest of the camp knew about your relationship. Daryl was hesitant only because of his past, and he worried about you.
“(Y/N),” he began, “I’m not dead so I’m okay.” You couldn’t help but laugh, not being dead was his scale of okay. He smiled at your chuckle. He ran his free hand over your tear stained cheeks. “It’s really going to be okay. I’m here.”
“You don’t ever get to die on me.” You threatened as you placed his own knife on the table. “Or you’ll get it from me.”
“Better be you.” He smirked kissing you’re forehead before he coughed at the movement. You looked up with concern but he waved you off.
“Daryl, I.. I just don’t want to see you hurt ever again.”
“It’s the apocalypse baby,” he smirked, “until I’m dead I’m okay.”
“I just need you here with me.”
“I’m always going to be here,” he said cupping your cheek. “You’re my man, and I’m yours. That’s not changing bullet wound or not.”
You couldn’t help but smile, even seeing him bloodied and injured you couldn’t help but feel right sitting beside him. Couldn’t help but know he loved you and would do anything to protect you. He was a good man, and an even better boyfriend.
“Oh.. I must have lost it.. but I.. I know it’s stupid and silly but I had found you a flower I was going to bring back to you.”
You smirked, Daryl was always so thoughtful and kind. One of his love languages was gift giving, when you first began to date he had given you some hand warmers made of the rabbit he had killed. You had a few bones wrapped in wires and other things as jewelry that you wore because he made it for you.
A rabbits foot always hung off your belt, a gift Daryl gave you after your first kiss.
“So you’re okay?”
“As good as I can be, I’ve had worse.” He muttered as he moved over on the bed. You sat beside him after he patted the mattress. “Stay will you?”
“Really?”
“Really.” He said again wrapping an arm around you. “Just stay, I don’t care what they say. Or if they have a problem with it i know the two of us can survive without them.”
“They’re family now.” You said softly kissing his cheek. “I doubt they’ll have a problem, but if they do it’s us.”
He smiled and kissed you softly. “Gonna take a nap. I hurt. You stay.”
You nodded with a smile. “Of course.”
“I love you (n/n).”
“I love you too Dare.”
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The Walking Dead Masterlist
Main Masterlist
Axel
Axel X Male Reader
(To be reviewed to standard)
Merle Dixon
Settle
Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ and ‘boy’
Physical Sex: AMAB
Rating: E/Smut, language
Warnings: Slurs (homophobic), Merle Dixon is his own warning, mention of Merle’s SS symbol, typical southern prejudice/homophobia, neck kissing, anal fingering, anal sex, cockwarming, hand job, cuddling, top Merle and bottom Reader
Summary: After striking out with every woman in camp, Merle turns to you and ignores the gay aspect of sleeping with another man in favor of getting laid.
Milton Mamet
Necromancer: Milton Mamet X Gender Neutral Reader
Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Magic
Pronouns: None Mentioned
Physical Sex: None Mentioned
Rating: T/Zombies
Warnings: Mentions of death and zombies, use of ‘biters’ instead of 'walkers’
Summary: When science fails, magic is needed to learn more about the dead.
Simon
Seeing Stars
Pronouns: None mentioned; Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ in dialogue
Physical Sex: AMAB
Rating: E/Smut
Warnings: Toys, grinding, Simon hates dildos and thinks he’s too good for toys, mentions of Negan loving his wives, anal plug, handcuffs, prostate massage, rough sex, both of them are switches but Simon’s more of a top, Negan needs his Lieutenants to loosen up, asexual author that had to do a lot of fic reading to figure out how toys work
Summary: On a run with Negan, the Saviors happen across a sex shop and bring home the lot. Being Negan’s right hand, Simon and his S/O get first pick.
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From the Beginning Part 4
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Chapter 4: Preparation
Word Count: 2396
Authors note: Sorry for being gone for awhile. I had to prepare for Hurricane Ian and I lost access to the internet for quite a while. But I’m back now. I’m planning on uploading another chapter later today! Also sorry if this chapter is formatted weirdly I had to upload it from my phone.
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Bright. As she opens her eyes, she takes in the rising sun that began to peer into the R.V. Grunting, she pushes herself up and stretches. Standing up she walks over to the front door, pushing herself out of the car.
“Good mornin,” Shane greets her, walking past the R.V. with a bucket of water, “Cleaning up station is over here if ya want to follow”.
Nodding her head, she goes after the male, stopping when he drops the bucket down to the ground.
“So here you can use this washcloth, it's communal which is gross I know, but it’s only for ya face. When Glenn gets back later we can talk about what you can do to contribute here. For now just get used to it all, okay?”
“Got it. Thank you,” she responds, taking the washcloth that Shane was holding out to her.
Dipping the piece of cloth into the bucket, she sighs as cold water runs down her face. After thoroughly using the towel to wipe her entire face, she places it back into the bucket. Turning around, she sees food being dished out over by the fire, the same place it was yesterday.
Walking over, she picks up a bowl off of the floor and hands it over to Carol, who was dishing the food out. Offering a small smile towards the girl, Carol hands the bowl back after putting two scoops of what looked like porridge into it.
Moving away from the R.V. she sits down on the ground, slowly sipping at the hot mush. Her peace however, is disrupted once Merle walks into the campsite.
“There she is, the lady of the hour” he barks.
Walking over to where she sat, he took the bowl of food out of her hands before loudly slurping it.
“We’re given her more handouts huh? She hasn’t done a damn thing for us, and you’re just letting her take take take. Well, missy, that’s not how this fucking works. You ‘ave to earn what you take' ' Merle speaks between eating.
“C’mon now you don’t have to be like that” a man she wasn’t introduced to last night, speaks out, walking over from the wash station.
“You think I’m going to listen to you. You’re the last person I’d ever listen to. The bitch here has to earn her keep. Her Chinese friend is, why not her?”
“She just woke up from a bad concussion, she needs a minute to adjust. Like Shane said, she’ll earn her keep once she’s better” the stranger defends.
“It don’t seem like she’s unconscious anymore, seems to me she’s good to start workin. That’s all I got to say” Merle replies, walking over to Carol and holding out the bowl.
“You already ate” she whispers, hesitating to pour more food in his bowl.
“Fill me up woman. I haven’t eaten my share, only what got took”.
Diverting her attention, she looks over to the man who was trying to defend her.
“Sorry about that, he’s got a temper. The names T-Dog, I heard you woke up last night, sorry I wasn’t there, I headed to bed right after Shane told ya I helped find ya” he introduces himself, holding out a hand for her to shake.
“It’s alright. Thank you for standing up for me, I appreciate it, though he kind of has a point. I did drain your resources, and haven’t offered anything back”.
“Hey, that’s not your fault. You were in pretty rough shape back there. Shane and I were out skimming the woods to see if anymore of those things were nearby, and we found you and your friend. He was holding a rock covered in guts, you were up against a tree, dried blood all over ya head. We actually thought he had killed you, but he explained how when they bombed the city you got caught up in it, and the force of the explosion made you bash your head pretty bad on a rock. We were surprised he even got you that far into the forest, he your boyfriend?”
“No, no, just a friend. We worked almost every shift together at a pizza parlor in a shopping center in Atlanta. He’s like a brother. He’s all I have left right now”.
“Well he should be back this afternoon, so try not to worry” T-Dog offers, patting her on the back and walking off.
As the hours drag on, she just sits in the same place, right the R.V. Her eyes are trained on the very spot that Shane says Glenn should appear in. When lunch was served, she refused to eat anything. And when water was offered to her by Lori, she refused that too. Merle happily took her servings, making a point to enjoy what was supposed to be hers. She disagreed with the way Merle was going about it, but she did agree that she shouldn’t take anything else until she gives back. These people have been together since the start of it all two weeks ago. They found each other and learned to work together to survive. She was a stranger. Someone who wasn’t a part of the group, who was just luckily brought in.
While she was in her head, she almost missed the blue baseball cap that was coming up over the hill. Halting in her thoughts, she stands up and begins to jog over to where Glenn was approaching.
“It’s good to see you awake” he calls out, shrugging off two full bags of stuff onto Shane's car.
Instead of responding, she starts to run a bit faster until she's right next to him. She then throws her hands over Glenn’s frame, hugging him tight to her body.
“I didn’t know where you were,” she whispers, grasping at the back of neck.
“I’m here. I had to go out and replace what they used to help you, I couldn’t let you die”.
“Thank you”.
Peeling herself off of him, she pats him on the back before turning over to Shane. Shane starts to shuffle through the bags, looking a bit surprised with what Glenn brought back.
“You brought a lot more than I asked. A lot of food too, how the hell did you find all this?”
“I know my way around the city, I wanted to also show my thanks for you guys helping her and taking us in,” Glenn explains before digging into his back pockets and holding something out to her, “I found this too. It isn’t yours, but I thought I’d replace it since it kind of got exploded”.
Holding her hands out, she takes the electronic device that he was holding out to her. It was a light blue walkman, it looked almost identical to the one she had before people started eating each other. Even though it was a simple gesture, it meant a lot to her. The old walkman she had was one of the only things she had ever gotten for herself. Most of her money went towards taking care of her family, she never spent any of it on herself. However, there was this one day. She just turned 18, and she had just graduated high school. She was at the pizza parlor working a double. It was just a normal day. Glenn was trying to convince her to spend a little money on herself, trying to hand her his tips for the day, telling her to buy something nice. She wouldn’t take the money though. On their way home that day, Glenn and her had parted ways. She was exhausted and she just wanted to go home and fall asleep. But something in one of the windows in the small shopping center caught her eye.
It was a simple vintage shop, and inside it was a bunch of old fashioned items. For some reason, she felt drawn to it, especially the tiny cassette tape labeled Purple Rain that sat on top of a bin that was filled with cassette tapes. Walking in, she picked up the tape, letting her fingers roll softly over the circles that contained the tape. It wasn’t that expensive, she reasoned, so she walked up to the counter to buy it. She would bring it to work and show Glenn, keeping her promise that she would buy herself something (even though that promise was made just to make him shut up about it).
As the cashier rang her up, they asked if she had a device to play the tape. Shaking her head, she said she just could afford the tape, that it would just be a nice trinket to have. To her surprise however, the lady pulled out a blue walkman.
“I’m sorry I can’t afford that. I’ll just take the cassette” she explains, raising her voice just a bit, thinking the cashier didn’t hear her the first time.
“I know what you said, but you’re the girl at City’s Pizza right? I see you there all the time, for the past three years. You always walk by this shop after work and stop and look around right? All your money goes to your family, at least that’s what Donnie, Brandon’s son says”.
“That’s not really your business” she whispers, holding the three dollars and 21 cents that she owed.
It wasn’t a secret. Everyone in the neighborhood knew that it was her job to raise her siblings and take care of her mom. At first only the people who were around her all the time knew about her predicament. But when she got caught buying coke for her mom, and got arrested, it seemed that everyone knew when she had gotten out.
Glenn was the one who bailed her, luckily getting the officer who caught her in the act to understand why she was doing it. The whole drive home from the station was silent. It was only when they arrived at her house did Glenn speak up, and felt like she just had to tell him it all.
“I know, I know. Sorry, just please take it, no ones gonna buy it anyway, it’s not gonna be missed” the cashier calls out breaking her from her train of thought.
Cautiously she grabs the blue walkman and cassette tape, trading her money for the objects.
“Thank you” she whispers, staring at the small device in her hands.
On her way home that day, she played the tape she had bought, and instantly fell in love. It was hers, the only thing she ever had all to herself, and she cherished it. The fact that Glenn remembered, made her heart swell up. She never thought she could make friends, never really had the time for it, but Glenn was always there. He was family.
“Glenn its beautiful, are you sure?”
“Of course, got it just for you” he smiles, patting her on the back.
Just in time to ruin the moment, Merle comes stumbling through the camp out to where she was standing with Shane and Glenn.
“Great, he’s back. Now can we discuss what princess is gonna do here to help out, or are we gonna boot her like we should”.
“Quiet down, you see all this shit Merle, it’s more than you’ve ever brought in. So quit your whinin and leave her be” Shane calls out, hitting the truck of his car to make a point.
“Nah. You may be the leader here, but you ain’t gonna talk to me like that. Y’all eat fresh meat because of me and my baby brother, so you ain’t got any argument there. Little lady needs to push her weight. You said we wait till he’s back, well he is, so let's discuss” Merle shouts, spitting on the ground and walking closer.
“It’s fine. Let’s just get this over with” she says to Shane, nodding her head towards him.
“Okay. Okay. So you wanna talk about pulling weight. There’s a clothes shop in Atlanta on the map we haven’t explored yet. Last time we heard, Atlanta was bombed and swarmed, but it’s been silent. We’re running out of cloth and there's grocery stores nearby we could loot for more food. I want a team out there early in the morning” Shane explains pulling out a map and walking over to the hood of his car.
Laying out the map for everyone to see. He points to the areas around the heart of Atlanta.
“What do you say? You alright to go. You won’t be by yourself, it’ll be a big chunk of us that go”
“Yeah, I got it” she agrees.
“Okay, so lets talk numbers. Merle you’re going with, Glenn if you want you got a spot too” Shane starts nodding towards the black haired man.
“Who else will be going with us?” Glenn asks, turning around to look at the rest of the group that was roaming around the camp grounds.
“Lori and Carol aren’t going, they’re needed here. Ed should stay too, he’d probably just get violent. T-Dog probably wouldn’t be opposed we can ask him. Andrea has been itchin to get her hand on a gun and go out there, so she’ll agree. Anyone else?”
“I’ll go too” the woman who was introduced a while back as Jacqui answers, walking towards the small meeting.
“Alright, so we got our team. You all will head out right before sunrise. You’ll make it to the city in the mornin and you’ll be expected to head back two hours before the sunsets, that way you get out of there right when it gets dark out. Any questions?” Shane asks, leaning against the hood of the car.
“Nope. Glad little lady is gonna be there with me” Merle barks walking away.
“Don’t worry about him. You’ll be surrounded by people, he isn’t going to touch you” Jacqui offers, hands being put on the girls shoulders.
“I’m not worried. Just happy he doesn’t have an excuse to steal my food anymore” she mutters.
The rest of the evening goes by smoothly. Glenn and her claim a small piece of land where they set up sleeping bags. When dinner rolls by she finally gets to eat, though Merle is watching her like a hawk. After she finishes her bowl, she heads back towards her sleeping bag, settling in for the night.
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Chapter 1: The Red Devils
Series: Way Down We Go // Season 1
Word count: 3052
Pairing: Rick Grimes x Female! Reader (later on, main, slow burn); Shane Walsh x Reader; male OC x Reader (unrequited)
Warnings: usual twd themes (e.g. descriptive gore, death, use of weapons, violence), bank robbery, mentions of vomiting
A/n: I was so excited to get back to writing that I decided to start a new series and this is what I came up with. Also huge thanks to twdeadlysins for beta-reading and helping me name this chapter and brainstorming with me! She’s honestly amazing <3 I hope you like this series! Please don’t forget to tell me your thoughts in the comments.
my amazing beta: @twdeadlysins
*my own aesthetic* // *twd universe doesn't belong to me, but the original characters do*
☁ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁
☁ 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁
☁ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 ☁
It was a hot summer day, and even though you enjoyed this season, the heat was almost unbearable. You trailed behind your coworkers, following their steps past the bribed security guards and straight into the building of one of Atlanta’s biggest banks. The air conditioner cooled your skin immediately, making you sigh in content. The capacious space was relatively empty, except for your group of five and the few people working there. Sasha stopped in her tracks, turning in your direction with a quiet whistle that echoed through the room before fading away into silence. You couldn’t see her face because of the red devil masks your group had to wear to prevent anyone from recognizing you.
“Isn’t it weird that there’s no one here?” the woman asked, her smoky voice reaching your ears in a hushed whisper.
“Don’t you watch TV?” Demy replied with another question, toying with his phone.
You tapped your feet in boredom, looking past his shoulder at the device in his hand, monochromatic images from security cameras flashing on the screen. The blue-eyed boy pushed your head away with a laugh.
“Not really, I prefer books,” Sasha responded to his question, shrugging. She pulled the tall man standing in front of you three in her direction. “Hey, Levi. You watch TV?”
The brunet man turned around with a look of pure annoyance sparking in his grey eyes that were barely visible from beneath the mask. He grabbed the hand that Sasha placed on his shoulder and twisted her arm behind her back harshly. The woman whined in pain when her bones cracked on the verge of breaking. She tried to pull her arm away from his grip to no avail. A warning growl left Levi’s lips before he released the curly-haired woman.
“What the fuck, Levi?” she snapped at him.
You stepped between the two of them, your glare boring into the brunet’s skull. Demy looked at Sasha to make sure she was okay before leaving the three of you, avoiding conflict like always. Sasha nodded at you, massaging her arm with her healthy hand. You were sure she'd wake up tomorrow with bruises decorating her light brown skin. Sasha sent a hateful glare in Levi’s direction, sidestepping him and continuing the trek to her assigned position.
“We’re in the middle of robbing a bank, for fuck’s sake. And you stopped to ask me if I watch TV?” The tall man called after her before disappearing around the corner to find Demy.
“You’ve gotta be joking,” Todd said, stopping in one place, fuming.
You looked around the hall to find the reason for his anger. Sasha wasn’t at her assigned position, she was nowhere to be seen. A loud growl reached your ears, and before you could react, one of the bulky security guards that were supposed to watch your backs threw himself at you and Todd. You landed on the beige tiles, your head hitting the floor with a thud. Anguish sinking into your skull, your head throbbed painfully when you tried to move. You opened your eyes wide, panic rising in your chest when the only thing you could see was red, the devil mask fully blocking your vision. You ripped it off your face, throwing it aside. A sticky substance surrounded your hand, painting your skin crimson, but you were too in shock to find its source.
Another snarl sounded from behind you. Your head whipped around, your gaze meeting the guard that attacked you and your coworker. You immediately noticed his dead eyes fogged with milky white color. Blood dripped down his chin from the chunk of flesh his mouth chewed on. You scrambled away from him in panic, a blood-curdling scream involuntarily escaping your lips. The flesh-hungry man looked up at you for a second before returning his attention to the spasming person by his feet.
Your eyes searched the room for Levi, Demy, or Sasha, but the only people in the hall were you, the guard, and a writhing corpse lying beside him. The dead person’s clothes looked familiar, and when your orbs traveled up to its face, you noticed the red devil mask. Another scream left your mouth, gaining the attention of the murderous security guard. His head whipped in your direction before he lurched towards you, causing the human meat drenched in saliva to fall from his lips onto the tiles. You backed away quickly, too scared to even think about standing up and running away from the crime scene.
When your back hit the wall fear paralyzed your entire brain, you couldn’t think nor move. You were screwed. He was so close to you that you could smell the odor of rotting flesh coming from his body. His reeking breath puffed over your face, his blood-stained teeth barely inches away from sinking into your skin. You closed your eyes, ready for death that was coming closer with every passing second. Tears streamed down your face, washing away the blood that you accidentally smeared on your cheek.
You didn’t want to die, not without making sure that your brothers were okay. You’ve never wanted to be back in the small town you grew up in as much as in this moment. The trailer park you hated your whole childhood was a better place to die than the enormous empty bank you found yourself in. You wished you could go back and change your mind about leaving for Atlanta. Sharing a tiny room with your brothers for the rest of your life was better than dying here completely alone, eaten by a cannibal.
Before the blood-thirsty guard could bury his teeth in your shoulder, you heard a gunshot, and the man slumped to the floor. Your eyes shot open in surprise. You inspected the corpse quickly, seeing the circular wound on his forehead. Someone called your name, but the voice was distorted by the deafening ringing in your ears. You hit your head with your fists in desperation, trying to make it stop. Delicate hands caught your arms before you could hurt yourself again. You looked up in alarm, instantaneously recognizing the familiar face.
“Baby, please, we gotta get out of here!” Sasha pleaded. “There’s more of them. We don’t have any time to waste.” She grabbed one of your arms and threw it over her shoulders, passing you her gun. “I’ll focus on getting us out of here. You shoot when you see one of them,” the woman explained in a calm voice.
You opened your lips slightly, trying to ask about the wellbeing of the rest of your group, but the only thing that left your mouth was a tremulous breath, so you had to settle on a grateful nod. The woman started walking towards the back exit. You followed her, almost tripping over your own feet.
“Steady,” Sasha encouraged you. “Demy and Levi are waiting for us in the car, but I don’t trust them. I think they’ll bolt if we take too long. God, what if they decided not to wait for us? We won’t make it out of Atlanta without the car. I knew I should’ve let Demy go after you instead of me,” she rambled when the nerves finally got to her. Her lips trembled at the possibility that the men left you behind.
“Don’t overthink.” The words escaped your mouth before you could stop them, making Sasha look at you in pure shock.
“You can talk!” She grinned at you, pushing forward with newfound energy.
You rolled your eyes at her childish behavior, but you couldn’t really complain. Before you could let out an exasperated sigh, you found yourself in a corridor littered with unmoving corpses. Some of them slumped by the walls, others laying across the floor. Their open eyes were fogged by a milky-white color, they looked exactly like the cannibal guard’s orbs. You looked around, your gaze searching every single dead person for red devil masks. You pushed your body away from Sasha, your outstretched hands holding the gun she gave you in a tight grip, ready to shoot.
Sasha gasped behind you. “Oh my- I think I’m gonna throw up,” she said, turning away from the dreadful sight, heaving. The woman rested her palms on her knees in a hunched over position, quietly counting to ten.
You patted her back reassuringly before taking a careful step forward, barely avoiding stepping on someone’s hand. You treaded cautiously between the dead people laying across the floor, doing everything in your power to not trip over their stretched out limbs. The heavy exit door at the end of the hallway creaked, attracting your attention. Your hands gripped the weapon harder, your knuckles going pale with the pressure.
“Hey, get a move on!” The door was pushed open, and Demy’s face greeted you from behind it. His dorky smile made you grin. The blue-eyed boy waved you over excitedly. “Come on, Levi has the money!”
Sasha glared at him. “Are you stupid?! How can you be so happy when everyone in this building is dead?!” she snapped at the boy, her voice harsh and slightly confused.
Demy blushed in embarrassment for choosing this moment to show how excited he was about the money Levi successfully stole. “Sorry, Sasha,” he apologized shamefully.
You ran past him out of the door, making sure to nudge him in the side with your elbow before you jumped into the passenger seat of the red Dodge Challenger Levi parked right by the exit.
“Of course, she took the passenger seat,” Demy murmured, climbing into the back seat with Sasha on his tail. You stuck your tongue at him, kicking your legs up on the dashboard.
“Great, the family’s together. Let’s go,” Levi said, starting the car.
“Wait! Where’s Todd? We can’t leave him behind!” Demy protested, noticing that the last member of your group is missing.
“He’s-”
“He’s dead,” you interrupted Sasha. “The security guard bit him. He probably bled out.” The pair in the backseat stared at you in awe, the information you passed to them not as interesting, as the fact that you just spoke to them more than two words.
“Don’t be idiots, of course, she can talk,” the brunet spat out, patting your thigh.
His piercing grey eyes met yours for a quick second. Levi knew you could understand him without words because both of you preferred to keep your feelings to yourself. He wanted to tell you that he’ll always be there if you need to talk about Todd’s death and that it was okay for you to stay silent even in this situation. You turned away from him with a smile, aimlessly staring at the window.
Levi drove the car out of the back alley, entering the main street, but the sight of the blocked road made him hit the brakes. He cursed under his nose as he rolled down the window on his side and stuck his head outside to look around.
“We’re fucking blocked,” the man spat out, hitting the steering wheel in anger. A sickeningly loud beep from the car horn pierced the air.
“Guys, did you notice that these cars are empty?” Demy asked, leaning forward to look between you and Levi.
You peered at the cars crowding the street. They were definitely abandoned. Some doors were left open, letting random stuff spill out of them as if someone didn't have time to pick it up. You noticed that bags and suitcases made up a big part of them.
Levi nudged you with his elbow. “I think they were running away from something,” he noted. You confirmed his thoughts with a short nod. The real question was, what were they running away from?
“SHIT! FUCK! FUCKING SHIT!” Sasha yelled in frustration. “What the actual fuck is going on here?!”
“Can you save the tantrums for later?” Demy stared at the front window focused, before freezing in his seat, fear flashing through his eyes. “Bozhe moy… I’ll see you in hell, guys.” Before any of you could do anything, the lanky boy bolted through the door, running back to the alley you came from.
“DEMY, YOU FUCKING COWARD!” Sasha called after him in desperation. She searched beneath the seats for a second before a realization dawned on her. “I think he took the money,” she ground out.
“I knew this brat would do something like this.” Levi groaned, his brows creased in disbelief.
“Sly motherfucker,” you whispered under your breath, narrowing your eyes at the crowd of people stumbling past the cars like mindless animals. “Get out of the car!” you yelled abruptly, slamming the door open and leaving the vehicle in a hurry.
Your coworkers followed you at full throttle, abandoning the Dodge Challenger. The three of you observed the crowd for a short minute, crouching beside the car. The growling swarm of people already getting closer and closer.
“Why are they stumbling?” Sasha whispered to you, squinting her russet brown eyes to survey the crowd.
“I think Demy knows something we don’t,” Levi said suddenly. Still in a crouch, he moved to the trunk and swiftly popped it open.
“Why ain’t we running?” Sasha asked impatiently.
If these people were anything like the security guard that murdered Todd, you didn’t want to find yourself surrounded by them. The realization hit you like a truck, the foggy eyes, their craving for human flesh. They weren’t people, not anymore. Your instinct kicked in, screaming in your head to run and don’t let those things catch you, and that’s exactly what you decided to do. Without wasting another second, you dashed back to the alley where Demy disappeared. Your coworkers followed after you, cursing.
You ran past the opened metal gate, looking around for anything that indicated where Demy disappeared. Levi and Sasha caught up to you, panting. The tall man gripped a black zipped bag in his hand.
“What’s in the bag?” the brown-eyed woman asked, looking at him in curiosity. “Money?” You involuntarily snorted at her comment.
“Guns. Now shut up and help me find this coward.” The brunet looked around the alley for any clues that’d tell you where the boy went.
The alley you stood in was surrounded by two high buildings. The bank and a museum that you never bothered to visit. Since there were no windows or doors to get into the second building, you could only speculate that Demy returned to the bank. With the corpses pooling in the hallway to the back door and the dead cannibal guard that killed Todd and then jumped on you, ready to sink his teeth in your skin, you didn’t think it was safe to go back there.
“Up.” Sasha pointed to a fire escape attached to the museum’s wall leading straight to the rooftop. You nearly facepalmed yourself. This was Demy you were talking about. The boy was smarter than the three of you combined.
“No time to waste,” Levi stated, hearing the loud groans of the crowd you left behind. He jumped up to reach the ladder before climbing up, not looking at the two of you even once.
“Asshole,” Sasha spat out, hoisting herself up and following his steps.
You looked at the metal gate for a second, hearing the crowd getting even closer. You stepped up to the ladder and jumped up to reach it, but your fingers barely grazed the metal. The mindless people stumbled through the open gate, groaning loudly. There were hundreds of them, baring their teeth at your sight. Their greyish arms were outstretched in your direction, ready to rip you apart.
You jumped up again, trying to grab the ladder in desperation, but the metal bars slipped past your fingers. “No, no, no!”
You weren’t as tall as your companions, and there was no way you could reach the fire escape. It’d only be possible if someone pulled you up. You looked at the crowd. They were only a few feet away from you now, you didn’t have much time. You gazed at the fire escape. Levi already disappeared from your view, and Sasha was hoisting herself up on the rooftop’s half-wall. Her brown eyes traveled to your silhouette for a second. She shook her head, seeing the situation you found yourself in. The woman turned around, her brown curls whipping with the sudden movement before she disappeared from your view.
“Don’t leave me!” you called after her, but she didn’t come back.
They left you there to die. But you weren’t going to give them that satisfaction. You turned around and darted towards the bank, barely escaping the agitated monsters’ fingers. You slammed through the door with a grunt, your shoulder hitting the metal painfully. Without any time to waste, you ran down the corridor jumping over the dead bodies. The main hall wasn’t too far away. The entrance there was your only chance to escape. You could only pray these things weren’t waiting for you there.
Panting from the exhaustion, you reached the spacious hall. The monsters swarmed the corridor you ran out of, pushing each other out of the way to get to you. They were right behind you. Ten more seconds of hesitation and they’d get a grip on you. You pushed the door closed, blocking their way. The hungry creatures slammed against the door, making you grunt with their force. You weren’t as strong as them. There was no way you could stop them from pushing the door open. You had to make a run for it. It was your only way out.
You counted to ten in your head, seeing these things’ fingers sliding through the narrow gap at the bottom of the door. They pushed against the wooden surface with such a force that before you got to ten, they overpowered you. The door behind you slammed open, and you dashed forward, almost tripping over Todd’s body. You ran for the entrance as fast as your feet let you. The glass door welcomed you to the outside world.
You left the bank behind, running through the streets in search of a car that wasn’t completely blocked. You had to find Daryl and Merle, no matter what. They were your only family and the only people that’d never leave you behind.
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