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lunajay33 · 2 months

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Change Part.2

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Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!

Part.1

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It had been a week since Daryl and I’s first time hanging out and things have been nice, if that’s the word that could describe complete peace and acceptance around him, he’s the first person to ever see me for me and treat me normally, like o wasn’t a burden or a weirdo quiet loner

At school we’d help each other throughout class, well mostly me helping him when he didn’t know the answer to a question on our daily biology work book, and he started to sit with me on the bench behind the school bordering the towns woods, same as today

“So what do you have for lunch?” I asked as I sat cross cross facing him

“Just a sandwich, sucks” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Here you can have my chips” I said handing him my little bag of sour cream and onions chips

“Nah it’s yers” he said waving his hand

“You’re having them” I said placing them down next to him so he couldn’t refuse

“I’m not that hungry anyways so it’s fine” I said as I took another bite out of my green apple, I don’t know why but I’ve just lost my appetite lately, maybe it was the stress at work plus home life plus school stacked on top of each other but I tried not to think about it too much

“Ya sure? Ya should eat more” he said squinting at me

“I’ll be fine I’ll just eat when I get home maybe…..maybe if you’re not doing anything would you like to come over?” I asked hesitantly, we haven’t hung out, outside of school since Sunday and now it was Friday and I was just crawling to be alone with him again

“Sure, I ain’t got nothing going on” he said as he ripped open the chips but I swear I saw a faint smile

The bell rang signalling the end of the day, I went to my locker, pulled on my coat and stuff my textbooks into my bag for the homework I had to do over the weekend, I closed my locker jumping when I saw Daryl already there with a smirk

“Jerk you scared me” I said laughing as we started heading for the exit, the gust of fall air felt amazing, fall was always my favorite the leave turning to burnt orange and falling to the ground, the wind with the aroma of wet leaves it was comforting

We got some weird stares from people like the snotty preppy girls but when I looked at the football team all huddled by the car lot by heart dropped, Jackson looked at me with so much hatred and I knew it was because he hated the dixons, I wasn’t embarrassed of Daryl, he’s my friend I was just scared of what Jackson would do

We continued walking towards my house, it was silent most of the way

“So….how much more money do ya gotta save for ballet lessons” he asked his hands stuffed in his baggy cargo pants

“Well the lessons are a hundred dollars a month so for a year it would be twelve hundred a year so I’m really far off, I only get paid 9 dollars an hour at the dinner and i don’t get that many shifts so it’s starting to become just a dream plus I’m probably too old now” I said upset knowing now that doing the math I’d probably never get to be that ballerina I always craved to be, to dance in those pink slippers and tights, to feel the music move me

“I can help ya, I got some extra money” he said with these hopefully eyes I’ve never really seen on him before and it made my heart thump

“Are Daryl I can’t have you do that, it’s your money you worked hard for, it’s okay I’ll just watch Swan lake over and over again” I said laughing pathetically trying to make this situation not as awkward and sad, but wasn’t that just me? Awkward and sad

“But it’s yer dream”

“Ya it’s just a dream but it’s fine Daryl, I’m sure I can find something else to make me happy” I said smiling at him as we finally made it to my house, we went straight to my room dropping our bags and stripping our jackets to flop down on the bed and just look at the ceiling

“Show me this swan lake yer always talkin ‘bout” he said as he laid his arm behind his head looking at me with a smile that warmed my heart, if this is what having friends was like I’m glad I finally had one

“Okay!” I said as I jumped up and put in the vhs into my dingy old tv hearing the tape wind up and appear on screen all grainy but beautiful, I sat back down next to Daryl as we watch the whole dance I knew every move, every turn of music notes it was amazing

The black swan was devastatingly beautiful, and the song change when she appears hits me deep inside and my skin shivers with amazement every after the numerous amount of times I’ve watched this, then it was over and the tape cut off

“So how did you like it?” I asked excited for his impression

“I ain’t one fer this kinda thang but it was…….cool”

“It’s kinda like us, I’m the white swan that everyone runs over and you’re the strong black swan, sad and beautiful” his face turned red as he cleared his throat and looked away

“Nah stop that” it was cute making him embarrased in a sweet way

“Well it’s true maybe you could learn it and dance with me” I said 100% joking knowing that would never happen but would be funny to see

“I ain’t gonna do that, but…..I’ll watch ya dance” he said looking back at me the pink tint still lingering on his cheeks

“I just need slippers first” I said laying back down next to him

We must have fell asleep because we were abruptly woken up to my door slamming open and Jackson and his one jerk friend coming in, we shot up in bed and I instantly felt scared

“Jackson what are you doing?”

“Really a Dixon, I knew you were a slut” he said as his friend laughed

“What no he’s my friend, just leave”

“If you’re gonna sleep with whoever what about my friend here” his friend came up to me grabbing my arm and trying to drag me off the bed but I held on tight to the sheets

“Leave me alone, let go” I said panicking, I felt his grip let go and when I looked Daryl had him on the ground punching his face in, Jackson grabbed him and threw him back

“Get the hell outta here, ya ever touch her again and yer dead, I swear I’ll kill ya” Daryl groaned as they both left shutting the door

Daryl led me back to sitting on the bed, his touch was comforting and warm compared to the harsh cold grip I was just in

“Are ya okay?” He asked making me look at him as he wiped my tears away

“I think I’m gonna be sick” I whined the anxiety so high I didn’t know what to do

“Shhhh yer safe now just breath”

He helped me relax but that thought of not being safe alone scared me, what if Daryl wasn’t here? What would’ve happened?

“Daryl….will you stay with me tonight?”

“I don’t know ya sure ya want me here”

“Please I’m scared to be alone with them here”

“If that’s what ya want” he said getting up and taking some blankets from my closet setting up a makeshift bed on the floor right next to my bed, the adrenaline crush was hitting me hard and I was exhausted, I laid down facing him, seeing him sprawled out just as tired as me

The moonlight from the window was bathing Daryl in a silver hue, he looked almost ethereal and I felt my heart thump again, I’m glad I met Daryl and that we were paired in class, he feels safe, he feels like……like my hope

“Goodnight Daryl”

“Goodnight ballerina” he said huffing a little laugh but my heart filled with joy hearing that, this was my first sleepover ever and it wasn’t how I thought I would start but I’m glad he’s here non the less

Part.3!

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ghostboneswrites2 · 2 months

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A Mess || Part 6

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring everything here starting with this series since it was the most popular!

Summary: Daryl has a present. Reader is called on a run with Daryl and things take a turn for the worst.

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: TWD typical violence, profanity

As Daryl wandered up and down the aisles, picking out random bits and pieces of clothing for Judith, he couldn't help but recall his last encounter with you. In spite of the awkwardness and general humiliation, he did notice the rubber soles of your shoes beginning to separate from the tarnished leather. He found his way over to the women's shoes. He happened to know you were the same size as Maggie, only because your boots were given to you by Maggie back at the farm when your old shoes fell apart. He knew her size because Glenn asked him to keep a lookout for her size the last time they were out looting clothes and shoes together. So, he picked up different pairs of sturdy looking boots and checked them for their sizes until he found a pair in your size.

They were gray Timberlands, so he knew they'd last you a good while. He dropped them in his duffel and moved on to find the other items on the list before he headed back to the prison.

He hid the shoes under his bed before he found Beth and Judith to give her all the clothes he found. Some of them were a little loose but it was better than nothing. Then he added all the nonperishable food he found -- which wasn't a whole lot -- to the stockpile of canned and packaged goods. He also had found a few knives and random ropes and construction supplies that he thought would be useful so he handed it all over to Hershel.

"These'll be good. Good job, Daryl." The old man nodded. Daryl nodded back and went to sit on his bunk for a while to unwind after his day.

It was late afternoon by then. You were hanging clothes to dry with Carol and Maggie, chatting about the layout of the future garden and where you could potentially build an enclosure and raise some livestock. Maggie had some good ideas with her own farming experience, and Carol's efficient thinking helped too, but you were mostly just there to crack jokes and point out the fact that the men never helped with laundry even though their soiled clothes always smelled the worst.

"Well, that's all of it for today." Carol sighed, clipping the last shirt up on the line.

"Thank God." You said, wiping some sweat from your eyes. "I think I need to shower. I smell like onions."

"I was wondering what that was." Maggie joked.

"I take credit for the onion stench but if it's garlic you're smelling, that's definitely Carol." You laughed.

"Um, excuse me? I'm a lady. I don't stink." Carol said, slapping your shoulder lightly.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Peletier." You shrugged.

You went inside and walked to the bathrooms. Irrigation hadn't been set up yet, but the barrel of water would do just fine for now. You grabbed a clean rag and stripped down, lathering it with soap and scrubbing the surface of your skin quickly. You dumped a little bucket of water over yourself before drying off and getting dressed. By then it was surely dinner time. You wondered what was on the menu.

When you made it back to the cellblock, people were eating some kind of stew out of a big pot. You grabbed yourself a bowl and dug in. Based on the plethora of rodents and woodland critters you had ingested over these last months, you reasoned that it must have been raccoon meat.

When you were done you cleaned up after yourself and went to your cell to retire for the night. You lit the candle on the little desk that came in all the cells and sighed. What you wouldn't give for a glass of wine and a good chick flick.

"Hey." A voice sounded from the entrance to your cell. You glanced over at the dirty hunter.

"Hey." You smiled.

"Got ya somethin'." He said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah." He nodded, pulling a band new pair of boots from behind his back. You walked over and grabbed them, examining them with excitement.

"How'd you know my size?" You asked with a grin.

"Same as Maggie." He shrugged.

"Wow." Was all you could say.

"Timberlands are good. Should last ya a while."

"Thank you." You said, setting them down by the bunk. "They're perfect."

You wondered if his weird shoe compliment had something to do with this.

"Goodnight." He said as he turned around.

"Wait." You said. He turned back to you. "Are you going out for a smoke? I'm not tired yet."

He shrugged. "I can."

"Okay. I'll meet you outside." You smiled.

You slid into your new shoes and went outside. The breeze was nice compared to the scorching daytime, and the sky was turning black with a thin orange line on the horizon. The stars would be out soon.

Daryl came out shortly after. He lit his cigarette and stood beside you, glancing up at the sky.

"Maybe tonight we can find the big dipper." You suggested.

"The little one ain't good enough for you?"

"Shut up." You nudged his arm. He glanced down at your shoes.

"They fit okay?" He asked. You nodded.

"Perfect." You assured him.

"Good. Store had a no return policy." He joked.

"Right. That's become a real problem these days."

"Greedy ass corporations. No respect for the workin' class." He shook his head.

"Why'd you get me these anyways?" You asked. He shrugged.

"Old ones looked like shit."

"So you didn't like them?" You raised your brows.

"I just.." He shrugged.

"It doesn't matter. Thanks again." You said. "You know, since you're feeling so generous lately, I could use some new underwear."

Daryl's suntanned skin drained of color. He could have seen a ghost with as pale as he got.

"You know," you pressed on. "I'm thinking something cute. Like lace and a pink bow."

"Shut up." He grumbled. He felt his ears getting warm as he tried to imagine literally anything else besides what you'd look like in lacey panties with a pink bow.

"No bow? You're right. That's too damsel-ish. Maybe a red--"

"Can you quit?" He snapped. "The hell's wrong with you?"

"Don't be such a prude. You act like you've never seen underwear."

"Why do I need'a know what kinda panties you wear?"

"Oh, trust me. You don't wanna know about my grannie panties. I'm talking about what kind of underwear I could wear. Not what I have on." You corrected.

"Grannie panties? What, like bloomers?"

You laughed.

"No, just oversized underwear." You clarified.

"The hell?" He mumbled to himself. What was your game here? What were you getting at?

"I'm just kidding." You shoved him. "Jeez, have you never seen underwear or am I just repulsive? Virgin behavior, Daryl. Not becoming on you."

"I ain't a virgin." He defended.

"What's your body count?" You asked.

"Body count?" He asked.

"Yeah, like.. You know. How many girls?"

"Oh." He thought for a moment. "I dunno."

"That many, huh?" You whistled. "A man of experience."

"Nah, it's just.. Only when I was drunk."

"Oh." You said. "I've only had one."

"One night stand?" He wondered.

"No, like, just one. Ever." You clarified.

"Oh."

It wasn't that he thought you were the type to get around, not that it would really matter anyways, but he was shocked that Shane was the only one.

"Were ya savin' it for marriage or somethin'?" He asked.

"Uh, no. Not really. Just never cared to be the girl in school with all the rumors after one encounter, ya know? And Shane, I married him right after high school. He was older than me but we got drunk one night and I ended up knocked up. That was my first time." You recalled.

"Y'all had a kid?"

"Almost." You lamented. "Lost it after the wedding. I think he just married me 'cause the thought it was right, with a kid on the way and all. But he just got stuck with me."

"'M sorry." He said quietly. You shrugged.

"Probably for the best." You shrugged, swallowing sadness. "Better than raising a kid and something bad happening. I couldn't move on like Carol did. She's strong. I don't know if I could be that strong. Shane dying, I mean, that sucks don't get me wrong, but it was over before that."

"Mm." He nodded.

"Wow, that took a dark turn." You tried to laugh it off. "Anyways, so you don't remember any of the girls you've been with? You never had a girlfriend?"

"I had one. In grade school. Her name was Willow."

"That doesn't count." You giggled.

"That was the only one. Mom died after that." He said.

"Oh." You nodded.

"Plus, nobody woulda stuck around with Merle's sorry ass and his dirty mouth."

"I'm sure someone would've. The right person wouldn't have walked away over that." You assured him.

"You must not remember my brother." He remarked.

"Oh, I do." You chuckled. "He's not the type you forget."

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"(Y/N), do you mind tagging along with Daryl today? He’s gonna need an extra hand on this run.” Rick asked as he approached your cell. It was early. You were just starting to rub the crust out of your eyes when he asked.

You nodded and stretched your arms over your head. “Yeah, sure.”

“Alright, thanks. He’s heading out in fifteen.” He said as he walked away. You groaned. Fifteen minutes? You just woke up. You’d kill someone for an iced coffee these days.

Your bones creaked as you stood up off the cot. Your organs felt like they were filled with cement. You sipped water from the old cup you kept in your cell before slipping into some grungy jeans and a top. You finger combed your hair as quick as possible before throwing it into a pony tail and sliding into your new shoes. Ready as you’ll ever be.

A few minutes later, after sheathing your knives and checking your gun, you met Daryl by the front gate.

“Told ‘em I didn’t need no damn help.” He grumbled.

“Not a morning person, huh?” You croaked, voice still groggy.

“Mm.” He grunted. He opened the passenger side door for you before he walked around to the other side of the truck and got in. You got in and shut the door, leaning your head against the window with heavy tired eyes.

“How far?” You asked.

“‘Bout two hours.”

“Okay. I nap.” Was all you said. He chuckled silently, shaking his head as he started the ignition and shifted into gear. As soon as Carl pulled the gates open, the truck was rolling.

Daryl drove silently for an hour or so, sneaking little glances your way any chance he got. You really were sound asleep. The way your head was slumped made a little double chin, and you even snored a little until a random bump in the road would wake you in the slightest.

You were pretty, no matter how silly you looked. Especially nowadays. Without the stress or grief plastered all over your face, that fiery personality could really shine through.

His attention was drawn back to the road when the truck approached a herd of walkers blocking the street. He squinted to try and see how many there were but he couldn’t see through the dense sea of corpses all bouncing off of each other. He looked down at the map. This road was the only way to that town unless he turned around and took a detour that would add at least another two hours to the trip, taking you through another town.

You began to wake from the lack of vibrations from the moving car. You rubbed your eyes and looked around.

“What’s happening?” You asked.

“Damn road’s blocked.” He said. You looked at the walkers. Some of them began to take notice to the vehicle and stumbled in your direction. Daryl sighed and put the truck in reverse, making a three point turn until the vehicle faces the opposite direction.

He pulled the map over to you and pointed out the alternative route. “We can follow this road through this town. It’ll add time to the drive but we’ll get there.”

“Can’t you just run them over?” You whined. It amazed him how you could act like a child getting up for school, even with probably thirty jaw-snapping walkers behind you.

“Nah. Too risky.” He said as he shifted the stick back into gear and sped away. You huffed and leaned your head back on the seat. “Could keep sleepin’ if ya wanted.”

“The more I try to sleep the more tired I feel.” You admitted. He nodded.

“Best to just wake up when ya do.”

You didn’t respond. You were too groggy. You just stared out the window and watched the trees speed by.

Eventually the truck came to another stop. More walkers. You sighed.

“How?” You droned. “We just came from this way.”

“This one’s bigger.” He observed. The road was at a slight incline which gave you a bit of a vantage point to see how many were there. It was indeed a lot. You glanced at some movement in your rear view mirror.

“Uh.. Daryl?” You tapped his shoulder. “They followed us.”

He turned to look out of the back window and indeed the first herd was closing in.

“Fast sims of bitches.” He grumbled. You looked around. There were no turns to make.

“So what do we do?” You asked. The herd ahead of you had already taken notice to you, and the one behind would be closing in soon.

“Get your bag. We gotta go.” He said hurriedly. He slung his own bag over his shoulder and grabbed his bow. You got your bag and readied your gun. The two of you looked at each other. After a moment he nodded and you both threw the doors open and ran into the trees to the left of the truck.

He figured if you ran far enough you’d make it somewhere safe enough to ride out the herds that were about to merge.

You dodged the branches and trees as you followed behind him, barely taking the time to notice anything around you. You zeroed your vision on Daryl in an attempt to keep calm. You knew this man. He could survive anything. If anyone could keep you alive, it was him.

Your chest began to burn after some time, but you had to keep going. You could hear the groans and clumsy footsteps behind you. If you stopped for breath you’d be a meal.

So you just kept going, and going, and going. Thankfully there was a small tree house ahead with a rope ladder hanging down. Probably something a hunter built with how far from any kind of home or civilization it was.

As you approached, he urged you up the ladder first, following so close behind you that you could feel his breaths on the back of your legs. You periodically glanced down as you climbed. A few walkers had already made it to the tree, clawing upwards desperately for a bite of one of you.

When you made it to the tree house you climbed in on your belly, quickly moving aside for Daryl. He pulled the ladder up when he was inside, just in case one of those hungry assholes remembered how to climb.

You laid flat in your back, gasping for air as you caught your breath.

“Shit.” You breathed.

“If we stay quiet they’ll get bored and wander off.” He whispered.

“Thar many? You think they could push the tree over?”

“Nah. It’s sturdy.”

“What if they don’t leave?”

“They will. We just gotta wait.”

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#18+ content #twd daryl #daryl dixon fanfic #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl twd #daryl x female reader #daryl x y/n #daryl x you

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ar-grimes · 1 year

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#twd #the walking dead #rick grimes #negan smith #cegan #carol peletier #glenn rhee #twd daryl #daryl dixon #carl grimes #the dixon brothers had a terrible past oop #twd the onion #the onion

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lesbianbatlucille · 2 years

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onion articles/twd, part 4

#carl grimes #rick grimes #ron anderson #negan #judith grimes #twd #the walking dead #my shit #twd onion

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bee6r · 1 year

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I Don't Feel Safe Anymore (Pt. 1)

Masterlist

Daryl Dixon x afab reader (established relationship)

TW: Implied r*pe/sexual content (minors dni), kidnapping, violence, usually twd gore

Word Count: 663

Summery: When Y/N is sent out to gather berries in the woods surrounding the prison, she doesn't expect to see one of the deadliest people left on the planet.

Contains TWs, please read at your own risk!!!

“Y/N” someone called from behind you. You turn around to see Rick, walking down the dirt road towards where you squat amongst the herbs in the garden.

“Hey Rick, what do you need?”

“I was wondering, well, the chefs,” he smiles pointing back towards the prison with his thumb, “where wondering if you could gather some berries and onions from the woods?” You pause for a moment, thinking about the request. It had been some weeks since you had left the prison, and you had never been out alone. It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle yourself, you could, but being alone in a world that was falling apart wasn’t your idea of a good time. Finally, you sigh, thinking about how much better the food would be with the things available to you in the dense forest.

“Sure Rick, I can go.”

“Thank you so much.” He says, smiling again, “I'm starting to get sick of eating the same food every night.” You nod, still nervous about everything.

“When do you need me back?”

“A couple of hours maybe? No need to rush and,” he pauses, “take your knife.” You nod again.

---time skip---

Wind brushes your hair out of your eyes, and you pick the ripe berries from a cluster of berry bushes. The only sound you can hear is the sound of your own voice, humming a slow lullaby that you didn’t know the words to. If you had to guess, your mother had sung this to you as a child, and it has stayed in the back of your mind for many years, resurfacing when you need it most.

Despite having traveled farther into the woods than you think Rick, or Daryl for that matter, would condone, if you hadn’t decided to go as far as you were now, you wouldn’t have stumbled upon this welcoming patch of sweet berries. You also hadn’t encountered the number of walkers you had been expecting. After quietly slipping past the group right on the fence around the prison, it had been relatively silent, only forcing you to take down a couple as you made your way over the roots poking out from the ground.

Suddenly, a stick snaps from somewhere not too far from where you stand, and you freeze, listening for any other sound. Usually, a low groan would accompany such a sound, but you hear nothing expect the dying wind. Then, another twig breaks, and you scramble away from your exposed place, to crouch in the cluster of bushes. The air was still, and you held your breath, trying to be as quiet as possible. Leaves rustle not too far off, and you know that something, or someone, is getting closer to your hiding place in the berry bushes. All you had been trying to do was collect fresh berries for the group back home, so Carol or Beth could make them into something that tasted good, but now, you are shaking from head to toe, wondering if you are about to die.

Leaves rustle again, this time, much closer than before, and you try to make yourself as small as possible, crouching into a small ball, and hiding your head on your knees. Still, you know that if anyone looks too closely at where you are hiding, you’re dead. The rustling stops, and for a brief moment, you think you may be safe, but before you can react, a hand comes down and yanks the back out your shirt until you are exposed to whoever is now looking at you.

“Well hello princess.” A sly voice says right in your ear, “it’s nice to finally meet you.” You don’t speak, knowing that your voice will shake if you do, but the voice persists, and finally you turn to face the stranger. You almost gasp, knowing exactly who it is. “You know, I've always wanted to talk to you,” he pauses, getting closer to your face, “up close and personal.”

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