Heaven Bent part 4
Daryl Dixon x female reader
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A/n: Hope y'all enjoy this next part :) Thank you, everyone, who has left comments or shown support, really helps keep me motivated to write! Other than a few specific scenes, I’m not quite sure where this fic is going or for how long. Thank you @ewokiee for helping me when I was stuck, seems to have happened a lot.
Summary: The reader finds Sophia lost in the woods, too bad neither of them have any sense of direction.
You were laying out on the grass, in front of the prison, enjoying the feeling of the sun on your skin. Turning your head, you could see a couple of walkers banging on the fence, but there wasn’t any urgency. Closing your eyes and sighing, you continued soaking in the warmth of the sun’s rays.
After months of traveling and living on the road, it seemed like finding a new home, a new safe haven was a dream of a dream.
Seeing so many houses and towns abandoned made the world seem like a shell of itself. It was almost like living in an episode of the Twilight Zone.
Every day you would come across something that reminded you of how things used to be, such as while rummaging for supplies in an empty home, you’d end up finding a forgotten family photo album or family portrait, and deep down you longed for that safer, easier life.
Then there were the walkers, a never-ending threat, a fear that everyone had to live with, and that worry whenever entering a new building if you turned a corner or opened a door that it could be your last.
Who would’ve believed that you’d find such comfort and peace behind a fence or behind bars?
“Hey,” a voice said as their body plopped down beside you.
“Hi buttercup,” you smiled, keeping your eyes shut.
Sophia stretched her arms above her head, looking around. “You know what this place needs,” she mused. “Flowers.”
You nodded your head, “Ah yes, big yellow sunflowers would be nice.”
“Those are pretty,” she commented.
“And useful,” you added. You could feel her giving you a skeptical look, you smiled wider. “We can roast and eat the seeds, and there are some medical uses too.”
“Are there other flowers that are helpful?”
“There are,” You said sitting up. “And lots of other plants that can be helpful too. I’ll keep an eye out for seeds next time I’m on a run. Would you like to be my helper?”
“Yes! We’ll start our own flower garden!” She said eagerly.
“Yep, I think that’s exactly what this place needs,” you murmured to yourself. You stood up and started scanning the area, trying to decide where the garden should go. “We should probably ask Rick first.”
There was a nice spot over by the east side of the prison, plenty of sunshine in the mornings and in the evening it would be nicely shaded. Water was scarce, but if you could figure out a way to collect rainwater that would help.
You turned around and looked back at Sophia, “Race you to the prison.” With that you took off running, laughing as Sophia called you a cheater.
Still giggling, you found Rick and some of the others inside the prison.
“Hey Rick,” you greeted, rocking on the balls of your feet with your hands clasped behind your back.
“Need something?” He asked, turning his attention to you.
“I was thinking of starting a small garden, over around there,” you explained, vaguely gesturing with your head. “Wanted to make sure it was alright with you first.”
“We’re going to plant flowers,” Sophia butted in.
Rick smiled and shrugged, “Don’t see why not.”
Sophia squealed beside you and you laughed, “Still have to find seeds and whatnot,” you told her. “But we can start tomorrow morning by getting the soil ready.”
…
You wiped the sweat from your brow and leaned against your shovel. The garden was starting to come along, you hadn’t found many things to plant yet, but it was better than nothing.
“So, what did you do before all this?” Glenn asked, walking over and admiring the work you had done so far.
You shrugged, “a little of this and a little of that.”
“Oh come on, that’s worse than Daryl’s answer!” Glenn complained. “Anytime anyone has asked, he always replies with its none of your goddamn business.”
You smiled, you could easily picture Daryl scowling at the question. “Well that’s probably because it is God’s business,” you joked.
Glenn laughed lightly, “still can’t believe he lets you get away with all that angel talk. It’s probably because the two of you are sleeping together.”
Your fell face at the comment, but just as you were about to question him, Hershel approached.
He was getting quick on those crutches. He smiled at the beginnings of your little project. “It’s looking good so far,” he chuckled.
You rubbed the back of your head, “I guess so. Nothing compared to your farm of course.”
…
Daryl was doing maintenance on his bow when Sophia quietly shuffled into the room.
“Mr. Dixon,” she started, standing by the door. Even after everything, Sophia was still shy around most everyone with the exception of her mother, you, and Carl.
“What is it?” He asked, focused on what he was doing.
“We’re going to be starting a flower garden, y/n and I,” she explained, smiling brightly.
Daryl nodded, still working.
She fidgeted with her necklace for a moment, moving the pendant side to side.
“Y/n was hoping to plant some sunflowers, and I was just thinking if you come across any kind of seeds you could bring them back with you, y’know? We’re hoping to plant all sorts of flowers.” She rattled off.
Daryl sighed, looking over at Sophia, who was looking at him hopefully, “Alright, if I see any I’ll bring them back.”
“Thank you!” She shrieked, giving him a quick hug.
He clenched his jaw for a moment, mulling things over, “what flowers did you say she wanted?”
“Sunflowers!” Sophia shouted as she skipped out of the room.
…
Daryl pulled up to the gates, he had left for a solo supply run just as the sun was rising. He had scoured a few abandoned homes, killed a couple of walkers, nothing too eventful or worthwhile.
You sat your tools aside, and dusted yourself off, heading over and meeting Daryl by the gate.
“Did you have any luck?” You asked.
“Not really,” he said, getting off of his motorcycle. Opening his pack he pulled out a shoebox that had probably seen better days.
“Shoes?” You questioned, lifting your brow.
He shook his head and thrust the dirty worn box into your hands. “Here,” he muttered before heading inside.
Curious, you opened the lid, finding that it was filled with seed packets inside. You bit your lip and sat on the ground. Carefully, you started going through the packets, setting aside the most useful ones.
You were bubbling with excitement over the find, if you could manage to gather enough water and get some extra help, you could have a pretty nice crop going besides just a little flower garden.
You paused, noticing underneath the top layer of packets, was a sunflower, the stem had been cut by a serrated knife leaving it rough and jagged, it was also missing a few petals, but still, it was a beautiful sight.
Looking back at the prison, you wondered if there was something you could do for Daryl in return. Most people wouldn’t have bothered even looking in this box, figuring it was probably just junk. Plus, you couldn’t even put into words how you felt over the flower.
You clutched the flower tightly, you had been meaning to do something for him for months now, even before this new surprise. You narrowed your eyes, what the hell would he even like?
...
“Guess who finally picked the lock to the warden’s office,” you sang, joining Daryl on the watchtower.
Daryl looked up at you, blinking in surprise over the dried blood on your shirt, “what the hell happened to you?”
You looked down at the stain, “Oh yeah, that, there was a walker inside, but I took care of it.”
Daryl shook his head, “you’re gonna get yourself killed doing stupid shit like that.”
“Sorry,” you sighed, feeling bad for making him worry. “But look at what I found.” You held up the fancy bottle of scotch and smiled. “Thought we could share it.”
Daryl rolled his eyes but scooted over for you to sit next to him.
You opened the bottle and took the first drink before handing it to him. Closing your eyes, you listened to the crickets and Daryl breathing. It was a cool and peaceful night, perfect for relaxing and loosening up a bit.
“Thank you for the seeds and the flower,” you said, breaking the silence.
He didn’t reply, simply taking another swig from the bottle, and staring out into the distance.
He wasn’t quite sure what motivated him to do it. The box of seeds was one thing, but searching for a Goddamn sunflower just so he could bring you one was another.
Daryl could practically hear Merle in his head taunting him, telling him he’d gone soft for some bitch. His hands balled into fists involuntarily, the thought of a Merle referring to you as a bitch pissed him off.
‘What’s a matter with you boy?’ Imaginary Merle asked. ‘Never thought l’d see my kid brother wrapped around some woman’s finger.’
Daryl leaned back, clenching his jaw, all this was unfamiliar territory, all these things he felt, the way he thought about you. Maybe he was going soft… scowling he drank more, hoping to put an end to the voice going on and on in the back of his mind.
You took the bottle from him, taking a big drink and sighing as a wave of nostalgia washed over you, “I remember getting my heart broken on a night like this, damn bastard.”
Daryl peeked over at you. You rarely cursed and you rarely seemed anything other than sweet and happy. But the bitterness and hurt in your voice were evident.
You examined the bottle in your hands, a quarter of it already gone. “I was dumb, so fucking dumb. I left home without a second thought and followed the man I loved across the country. I don’t know what I expected… marriage and babies, I guess, but instead what I ended up with was an immature manipulative dick.”
“I packed up what little I had, and left that small crappy apartment in the middle of the night... I couldn’t go back home, so I hitched a ride going as far as the driver would take me,” you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Since then my entire life could fit in one suitcase.”
Tossing your head back you took another big gulp, and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.
You could easily recall that night you left, standing on the street corner feeling like a lost soul in the dark. No one to turn to, nowhere to go, it was scary but there was also a certain freedom to it. You were on your own, nothing tying you down or holding you up.
“You been on your own since then?” Daryl asked.
“Mostly,” you shrugged. “I’ve been fortunate though, met some decent people on my travels… and some interesting ones.”
You passed the bottle back to him,“I heard from the others about what happened with your brother,” you started. “Sounds like you and him have been through a lot together.”
He nodded, “Merle’s tougher than nails, none of these walkers would ever get the jump on him. He’s out there somewhere.”
“The two of you have that in common then,” You smiled. “From what I’ve gathered, it sounded like the two of you were inseparable, always having each other’s backs and whatnot.”
Daryl frowned. “Not all the time,” he corrected you.
Merle had been the first one to leave, having left Daryl behind without a second thought. This time around, Daryl didn’t have a choice, at least not in the same way.
“But I guess we’re even now,” he murmured.
“It must’ve been hard not going after him,” you commented. “But I know we’re all grateful that you stuck around. We need you.”
Daryl sighed, he didn’t regret his choice, he was needed here. But he still felt like he’d owed it to Merle to find him. They were family, blood, Merle was all he had in this world.
Taking another sip, your eyes wandered over to the beginnings of your garden.
“Y’know the best thing about my childhood home were the sunflowers that grew outside of my window,” You laughed dryly wiping a few stray tears. “Guess I’m just hoping this could be home for all of us.”
Daryl nodded, “If we’re smart, and if we’re careful, it can be.”
Resting your head on your hand, you admired Daryl, he was a handsome man, there was no doubt about that, but it was his arms and hands that stood out to you the most. There were many mornings you wished you could wake up in those arms.
You glanced at his face, your angel seemed to have a lot on his mind. You had hoped when you found the bottle of scotch it would’ve helped him relax a little.
But by now, you had enough to drink that you were feeling that buzz of confidence.
“Angel,” you whispered leaning forward, your eyes closed, and your hand reaching out to cup his face.
Immediately, Daryl placed his hands on your shoulders, stopping you from getting any closer.
There was a part of him that wanted this to happen, to pull you close and run his fingers through your hair, but there was also fear. He had never really been one for relationships, he didn’t have much experience with romance either. Not to mention, it seemed wrong to want to kiss a drunk woman.
You opened your eyes slowly, looking at Daryl full of confusion. Immediately backing away when you saw his face.
“Sorry, sorry,” you stood up, keeping your eyes downcast, unable to look at him. Your face felt like it was on fire. “I-I should go,” you mumbled, stumbling as you took a few steps forward.
“Wait,” Daryl spoke up, grabbing your arm. “You’ll break your damn neck trying to climb down drunk.”
You kept your head down but nodded trying desperately to hold back tears. You were feeling absolutely overwhelmed by your emotions, and your inebriated state making it harder to control them.
“I’ll climb down first,” he explained, that way if you lost your footing and slipped and he could try to catch you.
Once you made it to the ground, you were still so flustered that you quickly wished him a good night before brushing past him and heading towards the prison.
Daryl watched as you briskly walked away, eventually climbing back up to the watchtower once you were inside. He grabbed the bottle of scotch taking one more drink before replacing the lid. He hoped he hadn’t just fucked things up.
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