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lilgoblinbitch · 15 days

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Gossip 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

rick grimes x fem!reader

a/n: i based this fic on this post here! i might make a part 2 because i have some ideas in the back of my head of how i think this story could end up going eventually, but idk if i will write it yet. we'll see! also i made up the two random alexandrians in this story :)

summary: rick overhears you and some alexandrian women gossiping, and he decides to confront you.

warnings: 18+, alcohol consumption (reader gets drunk).

wc: 1.5k

“Spencer does not like me, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You scoffed, taking another sip of the pinot. This was your second glass, and your head was starting to buzz.

Two Alexandrian women became well acquainted with you, offering you a bottle of wine and some dinner after your first week in Alexandria. You decided “why the hell not.” You never really had great friends before the apocalypse and the only ones you had were the group you came in with, so it wouldn’t harm you to make more.

“Oh honey, did you not notice the way he was ogling you at Deanna’s party?” One of them asked — her name was Shannon. The other woman, Vivian, slightly chuckled, taking one last swig from her glass. She nodded, muttering something in agreement.

You sighed. “Even if he was checking me out, it’s not like I care anyway...”

The two women paused simultaneously, looking up at you with ‘bitch, HUH?’ written on their faces. “Y/n, Spencer is a beautiful man! He’s tall, handsome, and he’s around your age I believe,” Vivian gushed. You scowled, displeased at the comment.

You took another gulp from your glass, emptying the contents down your gullet and then setting it on the kitchen island. After licking your lips clean, you said, “Well, frankly, I don't really care if I’m being quite honest.” Your mind swirled with inebriated thoughts; you sort of had a love-hate relationship when it came to alcohol — it either made you perfectly giddy and sociable or very angsty and erratic. But that’s what it did to most people, anyway. Right now, it was making you angsty. “I have someone else on my mind.”

“Oh, my! Okay, who is it?” Shannon asked, her and Vivian both on the edge of their chairs anticipating what you were about to say — well, what they expected you to tell them, that is.

You thought for a moment; should you tell them? It seemed like they lived for that kind of gossip. But that could mean that they might spill your secret, and you weren't exactly ready for that. “I’ll tell you another time. I’m tired, gonna head to bed,” you stated, yawning as you got up from the stool you were seated on. The two women groaned in disappointment, like children who failed to convince their parents to take them to disney world.

After your friends left you strutted out of the kitchen, about to head upstairs when you heard a door open and shut. Instinctively you ran back to the kitchen to grab a knife to defend yourself from a possible intruder or walker, but before you could your body collided with something, or rather someone.

You cursed and looked up at the culprit; it was none other than Rick Grimes. “Rick, what the fuck! I could have stabbed you!” You scolded him, picking up the knife that clattered on the ground.

“You forget we live together?” He teased, taking a step back to get a good look at you. Your eyes were glassy and eyelids heavy — a telltale sign that you were drunk. Rick had experience pulling over a few drunkards back in his day as a cop, so he knew immediately without even having to smell the alcohol oozing from your breath that you weren’t sober.

You pushed a strand of hair out of your face, swallowing the excess saliva forming in your mouth. You mentally scolded yourself for drooling over a man, but this one was just too beautiful to not gawk at. The sound of Rick clearing his throat snapped you out of your trance and brought you back to reality. “No, no. I didn’t forget. I just…”

“You’re just drunk, right?” He chuckled, turning his head to look at the empty bottle of wine sitting on the dining room table. You rolled your eyes, taking a bite of your lip while trying to think of a plausible excuse.

“Look, I only had two glasses. Shannon and Vivian from a few houses down brought us a casserole and some pinot. Girls’ night. Sue me, Rick.” You slipped past him and headed to the kitchen, Rick hot on your tail. “There’s leftovers in the fridge, if you or Carl want any,” You said without turning around. When you got to the kitchen sink you started washing the dishes, but you frowned slightly, looking back up at Rick with worrying eyes.

“Shit. Did I wake the kids? Is that why you’re down here?” You turned off the faucet, wiping your hands hastily on a dry towel.

Rick shook his head. “No. Only I heard you. But you weren’t very quiet, and when I heard them leave that’s when I came down here,” he explained, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Your heart picked up its pace. ‘How much did he hear?’ You wondered. You pursed your lips and your eyes floated around the room, quite obviously avoiding his intense stare. He made you nervous. That sheriff always made you nervous, and part of the reason was because you were so utterly attracted to him.

Finally you brought your eyes back to his icy ones, which were studying your body. You blushed and bit your lip again — it was a nervous habit you could never seem to break. “You got a stain–” Rick pointed to the red stain on your shirt, just below your breasts, “Right there.”

You looked down at the stain, it was wine — dark red wine, at that. And you were wearing a white tank top. How convenient.

You looked back up at him, snorting in slight amusement. “Guess I shouldn’t have worn white, huh?”

He let out a low chuckle, showcasing his pearly smile. God, he was pretty. “Thought you knew better than that, Y/n,” he joked, standing back up fully to make his way over to you. Okay, now your heart was really beating fast.

When he was finally in front of you, face to face, you gulped. He smelled like the forest after a rainshower, and somehow he always did; it engulfed you like a tsunami. You berated yourself for getting so worked up over the smell of him, and just him in general. He was your leader, your friend. And he asked you to live with him and his children because he trusted you. Why were you acting like a cat in heat? ‘It’s the alcohol’, you convinced your mind, it had to be…

The silence was too loud. You had no idea what Rick was thinking right now; frankly, you never did. His poker face was always unreadable. But your tipsy brain gained a few confidence points, letting smugness wash over you.

“Whatcha thinking about, Grimes?” You shifted your weight to one leg and batted your lashes at the man in front of you. He only grinned, then glanced away momentarily only to stare back into your eyes.

“Y’know, I overheard the conversation,” Rick started, his chest steadily moving up and down as he breathed. One of his hands gripped the counter while the other was glued to his hip. Your eyes trailed up and down his tanned veiny arms, taking in his manliness.

“Mhm. And?” You kept your composure, not wanting to let Rick taunt you; you knew you talked pretty loud when you were tipsy or drunk but it’s not like you said anything negative about him or anyone.

“You girls like to gossip, huh?”

“Well, yeah. We’re women,” you joked, cracking a smile and trying to ease the tension a bit. “What are you trying to get at?” Rick never bothered to indulge in any girl gossip you, Rosita, and Maggie used to partake in, so why was he so invested now?

Little did you know, he was always invested in literally anything you had to say.

Rick licked his lips and exhaled through his nose. “Heard you talking about liking someone. Is it anyone I know?”

He smirked when he noticed how red you turned. Your face would have matched the stain on your shirt if it was a few shades darker. “I– I don’t…” Of course now was the time to choke on your words, right when you were using every fiber of your being to keep your poise in check. But goddamnit, Rick just had to be a sly and cocky bastard.

“I don’t remember even saying anything about that, Rick.”

His smirk never faded. You wanted to slap it off his face, then kiss the hell out of him.

He tilted his head to the side a bit, furrowing his brows as if to challenge your statement. “Really?”

You nodded and crossed your arms right over the stain. ‘Deny, deny, deny,’ You repeated in your head.

But he didn’t buy your bullshit. He brought his hand to your cheek, fingers barely grazing your skin as if he was afraid he’d scare you away. Your breath hitched in your throat and subsequently dropped your arms to your sides, separating your lips to say something. However, nothing came out.

“Well, I think I know your secret, Y/n. Answer seems pretty clear to me.” His voice almost came out as a growl from how low and raspy it was. Goosebumps awakened all across the surface of your body. You were tongue tied.

“I’m the one on your mind, aren’t I?”

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optimist-pine · 29 days

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Granny

Summary: You and Daryl have a secret confusing love language of insults

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,236

Era: Seasons 1-5(ish), The quarry - Alexandria

It had started shortly after your first encounter with Mr. Dixon. Simply a passing (slightly pointed) comment - nothing more - as some of you gathered around the fire that night.

Dale stands near the flames, removing a whistling pot from the heat. "Anybody want a cup of tea? Kettle's hot."

"Why dun'cha ask granny over there?" Daryl suggests, nodding towards you with a snigger. Merle's not around tonight, and so it seems he's found a way to create a bit of entertainment.

Your head snaps up when you realize you're the butt of the joke, hands stilling as you set down your work. A crochet hook or knitting needles find their way into your hands as often as that damn crossbow ends up in his; usually when it's too late in the evening to be doing anything else. "You know what? I would love a cup of tea. Thank you, Dale." You reply, taking the steaming mug that's passed to you with a smile that melts into a pointed glare the second Daryl's eyes meet yours.

The corner of his mouth twitches mischievously. "Somebody get out tha' fancy china an' the biscuits an' we'll have ourselves a real tea party." He's prodding the coals with a stick, and in the darkness, the slope of his shoulders brings to mind the image of a caveman. The thought amuses you.

You nod your head, contemplating. "Hmm... I'd be down for that. In fact, I have a feeling we might even be in the presence of a tea party expert." You say knowingly. Sophia and Carol sit cuddled up to your right, and the little girl looks curiously up at you, cradling a well-loved teddy bear. You turn to the child, lowering your voice. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about tea parties, would you?"

She curls into herself a little, shyly. But at her mother's gentle urging, she nods her head, a tiny smile appearing on her face.

You clap your hands together. "It's settled then! Tomorrow we shall have a tea party." The last part is aimed at Daryl - you feel proud of yourself, but the confused look on his face makes you question why. It's like you've taken his accusation as a challenge to prove just how grandmotherly you can be, and funnily enough, he's probably right. You're actually looking forward to hanging out with Sophia tomorrow; she's a pretty cool kid.

Carol tuts softly. "After school." She adds.

"After school." You agree, shooting Sophia a conspiratorial wink.

Every time Daryl spots you working with your yarn he can't resist the urge to tease you about it. Maybe it's because you take every jest in good humor, or maybe it's because you always have a quick, witty comeback. He's never quite figured it out, but somehow it's become a staple of your interactions. Even though so much has changed, he's oddly glad that this hasn't.

One night, in the dead of winter, as the wind howls through gaps in the window frames you get an ornery glint in your eye. Daryl's already found your behavior suspicious, whatever current yarn project you've been committed to hasn't made a single appearance the entire evening. And the way you keep glancing at him almost nervously is... unsettling.

When he looks up again you're walking towards him, hands tucked behind your back, trying so hard to look casual that it doesn't take long before all eyes are on you. You stop in front of him and promptly shove a box in his face. No, not just a box. It's a present, wrapped perfectly in polka-dotted gift wrap with a glittery bow to top it all off.

He stares back at you, wondering what punchline he's missed.

You roll your eyes. "It's a gift, Daryl."

"Why?" He asks. He'd trust you with his life any day, but right now - with that box - he absolutely does not.

"Well, why don'tcha just open it and find out?" You taunt, shaking the present just a smidge.

He takes the box, feeling awkward and clumsy as he tears away the paper. Having never opened a present before - at least nothing like this that is - feelings of stupidity and excitement and pressure blend within him.

He dumps the object into his palm. It's cool and smooth to the touch; a black mug with white writing that says "World's Crankiest Grandpa".

You're trying so hard to withhold from laughing that your face is turning pink.

"Think ya could get yer money back on this one?" He asks, spinning the cup around to critique it.

You slap his arm lightly. "Ah, Dixon, you're no fun."

"She might'a hit the nail on the head there." Rick chuckles.

You sit back down, finally pulling out your yarn like all is now right in the world. "Ah, I found it a couple days ago. Couldn't resist. S'pecially not after the dream I had where you were yellin' at the walkers to 'git offa yer damn lawn'..." You shudder. "Took me a bit to get that one outta my head."

That earns quite a few laughs from the rest of the group. Once again, you've managed to lift the mood of those around you. It seems to be a habit of yours.

He turns the mug over and over again, running his thumb across the letters. He knows it's only a gag gift, but he's not blind to the effort that went into it. And it's not an exaggeration to say that this silly mug is by far the most thoughtful gift he's ever received.

He hangs onto that mug, using it proudly every day. Of course, it garners the occasional question from the new folks, but he doesn't mind. Soon enough he's got a matching handmade hat, scarf, and gloves as proof of your continuing love for the grandmotherly hobby.

When the prison falls he misses those gifts severely.

But then, Alexandria. The day he comes across you there on the porch in a creaky rocking chair, with your cup of steaming tea and a ball of yarn, the once-familiar urge to say something a little stupid and a lot annoying takes over.

He stoops down and leans in. "Where's yer glasses at, old lady?"

You wave your hand to shoo him away. "Ah, git yer muddy boots off'a my porch ya ol' geezer." You nag, the smile you're trying to hide peeking out like a sun ray from behind storm clouds. He holds his hands up in mock surrender, clomping down the steps. But it's not like he's trying to hide his own smile or anything... Not at all.

When he returns home that evening, there, sitting on the end of his bed, is a small box. It's perfectly wrapped in paper that's covered in birds and trees, encircled with a pristinely hand-tied bow. He can't deny the flutter of excitement as he plops down to unwrap it. It's like Deja Vu, the coffee mug tumbling into his palm. This time it's white with black lettering that reads "I don't always roll a joint, but when I do, it's my ankle".

With a snort he falls back onto the bed, letting old memories wash away the burdens of the day. However he can, whatever it takes, he'll hold onto the hope that you'll both end up old and gray and worn someday - together.

#twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #twd season 1 #twd season 2 #twd season 3 #twd season 4 #twd season 5 #optimist pine

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sunsbrightside · 4 months

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my sweet deranged and extremely scary season 5 carol

#twd fanart #the walking dead fanart #twd carol #carol peletier #the walking dead #twd #twd season 5

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slumberingcorpse · 8 months

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Daryl coming back to Alexandria at the end of season 5:

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rickswh0r3 · 1 year

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my favorite bts photos from season five ❤️

#the walking dead #rick grimes #andrew lincoln #daryl dixon #norman reedus #maggie rhee #glenn rhee #carl grimes #tara twd #rosita espinosa #abraham ford #eugene twd #sasha twd #michonne #twd #twd season 5 #twd season five #carol peletier

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archerwithangelwings · 2 months

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Daryl Dixon | The Walking Dead S5 promo photos

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abnormal-vacuum · 4 months

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the lamb represents beth. the snake represents dawn (the woman who killed her) lavender represents purity, grace and calmness (beth’s flower). the arrow is for daryl and the moonshine is their time spent together. the bullet is what killed her. the gladiolis represent strength of character, devotion and sincerity (daryl’s flower). they also represent death. the matches are for the house they burned down together and the future each of them could have had.

#this one drove me crazy #twd <#daryl dixon #beth greene #twd fanart #daryl dixon twd #twd season 5 #the walking dead #the walking dead fanart #artists on tumblr #my art <

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sadslay · 1 year

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- PRIVACY⋆☆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“yer commin’ with me tomorrow?” daryl asked as you both walked back to your house after running errands around alexandria all day.

you nodded before looking up at daryl as he began to light a cigarette. “m’sure.” you smiled weakly. “can i have the rest of the afternoon off then?” you asked, your smile slowly turning into a smirk.

“sure.” he shrugged. “i think carols makin’ dinner.” he added as you began to part ways. “and don-“

“don’t forget to be home by dark.” you smiled. “see ya at dinner!” you sang as you wandered off, earning a wave from daryl before he disappeared into the infirmary.

you spun around on the balls of your feet and began to head back to the gate. it was nearing the shift change which gave you a chance to slip out without being noticed. as you walked towards the gate you had noticed abraham walking a couple meter in front, ready to change with sasha. swiftly you managed to sneak past the pair, slipping between the gate before sneaking off into the near by tree line.

as you began to stepped through the overgrown forests that neighbored alexandria, you shoved your hand gun into the back of your jeans. the occasional walker would stumble towards you but with ease you managed to put them down before finding your go to spot. just as you went to sit down you heard a twig snap behind you. you quickly grabbed the gun that was tucked between your belt and the fabric of your jeans and pointed it in the direction of the noise.

“just me.” carl smiled, causing you to lower your gun as he continued to navigate his way through the bushes and foliage. “and ya forgot these.” he smirked, finally looking up to meet your eyes as he threw a backpack in your direction.

you let out a breath of relief as you tucked your gun away before beginning to shuffle through the bag. “i’ve got my own personal stash.” you grinned, pulling out a bag of carols cookies she had made yesterday.

“betcha it’s not as good as mine.” carl snickered as he sat down, leaning up against a rotting log. you plopped down by his side, taking a bite of the cookie before continuing to search through the bag. “hand it over.”

you continued to look through the bag, shuffling the the comics as you handed the half eaten cookie over to carl causing him to let out a weak laugh.

“i meant the bag.” he smiled. “but i will take that.” carl smiled smugly as he took the cookie out of your hand. after you had picked your comic book of choice you handed the bag over to carl. “how’s your morning with daryl?”

“alright.” you shrugged, not fully invested in your comic just yet. “we’re goin’ out on a run tomorrow morning.” you noted before turning the page.

carl nodded as he finally picked out a comic and dumped the bag beside him. “for how long?”

you shrugged, not really knowing all the details as daryl typically didn’t plan too far in advance. “maybe a couple’a days.”

carl looked over at you and noticed how uninterested you were in your comic. “wanna trade?” he asked.

you smiled before passed your comic to carl before taking the one he held out in his hand. you quickly began to get settled, getting comfortable on the ground as you continued to share a batch of carols cookies that carl had swiped. you were so involved in the comics the afternoon had disappeared. the sun was beginning to set, casting dark shadows in the tree line causing you to look up from your comic. you let go of your comic book and gently tapped carls knee causing him to look up, almost startled.

“suns startin’ to set.” you mumbled, turning to look at carl for the first time in a few hours. “we need to leave if we wanna make it outta here before dark.” you noted.

“i reckon i saw a shed maybe a mile back.” he suggested, closing his comic book. “we could just spend the night there and head back in the morning.” he shrugged beginning to pack up the small pile of comics sitting by his side.

“nuh uh.” you shook your head, beginning to pack up your things. “i promised daryl i’d be back before dark.” you mumbled, jumping to your feet and swinging your backpack over your shoulders before turning around to face carl. you extended your arms before shaking your hands, motioning for him to take your hands. “come on grimes, i’m not getting caught in the dark with you again.” you grinned.

furrowing his eyebrows, carl took your hands and jumped to his feet before slowly letting go of your hands. “hey, last time wasn’t my fault!” he whined.

“i’m not even going to dignify that with a response.” you giggled, bending down to pick up carls backpack before handing it to him.

carl frowned as he took the bag from your hand before beginning to walk off. “oh shut up.” he smirked.

your laugh faded into a smile as you began to walk through the overgrown weeds and grass. you put a little skip in your step to catch up with carl before returning your normal pace.

“wanna finish the comics back at mine?” he asked quietly, briefly looking at you before returning his focus back to the path in front of him.

“sure.” you shrugged. “ya know i think carols cooking some big dinner tonight. we could read more then.” you suggested. “which means we are probably going to run out of comics soon.” you laughed. “again.”

carl let out a breathy laugh before turning back to look at you once again. “i actually have a surprise for you.” he smirked, his casual wander turning into a jog.

“hey!” you smiled, beginning to run after him. “did you go out the wall without me?” you asked, a little short of breath.

“you were out here without me!” he teased.

together you both ran the rest of the way, unintentionally turning the trip back into a race. although the race briefly got put on hold when you had to sneak back inside the walls but as soon as those gates closed, it was back to pull speed running. neither of you could contain your laughs or giggles as you would playfully push or pull each other. as you both began to run in the general direction of carls house you were stopped by an all too familiar voice.

“y/n!” daryl called out, sounding a little annoyed as he stood in the middle of the street, cleaning his hands with a dirtied rag.

your laughing quickly faded as you stopped running to face daryl. “shit.” you mumbled under your breath as you realized it had gotten dark quicker then expected. “what?” you asked.

“thought i told yer to be back before dark?” he grumbled, shoving the rag in his back pocket.

you smiled weakly before looking back at carl finding him almost not being able to keep in his laughter. “i’m hangin’ out with carl.”

“come on.” he groaned.

“s’just for a few more hours.” carl laughed as he tried to reassure daryl of your plans.

daryl let out a grumble before beginning to wander off, presumably heading back home. you let out an exhausted sigh causing carl to face you. he looked just as disappointed as you, his smile quickly dropping as he realized this would be where you part ways for the day.

“guess i’ll see yer when i get back from the run.” you smiled weakly, beginning to walk backwards heading towards the house.

carl flashed you a quick smile, almost forgetting about the run you had planned with daryl. “i’ll see ya at the gate.” he grinned, spinning around on the heels of his feet before beginning the short walk back to his house which was only next door to you.

you let out a breathy laugh before following daryl back to your house, always keeping a few meters distance between the two of you. once you were inside you were quick to run past him, making your way up to your bedroom. after closing your bedroom door you dropped your backpack to the floor before flopping down onto your bed. just as you let out a deep breath, there was a knock at your door.

“what?” you grumbled, pulling yourself into an upright position.

“yer went outside the wall didn’t ya?” daryl asked blankly as he leant up against your door frame.

“i’m not a kid anymore daryl.” you laughed weakly, not entirely in the mood to get into an argument with him.

daryl looked at you, scanning your body for any injuries as you stared back blankly. “exactly.” he muttered, furrowing his eyebrows. “so why ya bein’ stupid.”

you stayed quiet, knowing that daryl was coming from a good place he just had trouble expressing it. you began to fiddle with the cuticles of your nails causing daryl to let out a sigh.

“dinner’ll be ready in a couple’a hours.” he noted before pulling your bedroom door closed.

it was never usually that easy to get daryl off of you back, especially when he had his suspicions of you going outside the walls. at first you though he might have left to go recruit carol and try make her give some boring lecture but after almost an hour no one came back to your room. you began to settle in, as you could smell carols cooking begin to flow through the house. you were sitting at the end of your bed, reading comics you had read a thousand times before trying to kill time, expecting carol to call out your name at any given moment.

your whole body tensed when you heard rustling coming from outside your bedroom window. quickly jumping up from your bed, throwing the comic on the bed before hovering your hand over your knife that was safely secured in hits pouch hanging off of your belt. you wandered over to the window and peered outside to find an all too familiar face climbing up the white trellis that lined the walls of your house. you pushed up the window and rested your elbows on the window ledge.

“look at you.” you smiled. “workin’ up a sweat.” you teased causing carl to briefly look up at you with a smirk plastered on his lips.

“shut up.” he laughed, turning his focus back to the trellis.

“what happened to seeing me in the morning?”

“i was bored.” he shrugged, struggling a little as he continued climb up the side of your house. “and.” he sang. “i never got to give you the surprise.”

you took a few steps back as he began to climb through the window, his hat falling off in the process. you had noticed his hair was a little damp, causing a few strands to stick to his forehead. as carl stood up, you picked up his hat before patting it back onto his head.

“i forgot about your surprise.” you laughed as you watched carl straighten up his clothes before standing upright.

“yup!” he smiled, pulling a comic book out from his back pocket. “here.”

you turned around to find carl holding an x-men 134. the colors were a little faded and the first few pages were a little damaged but you didn’t mind. in fact you had been looking for this comic for as long as you could remember. you looked up at carl and smiled.

“holy shit.” you huffed. “holy shit!” you almost squealed with enjoyment as you sprung towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “thank you, thank you, thank you!” you whispered.

after a brief moment of shock, you felt carls arms wrap around your waist. carl felt the comic book fall onto his back as you held onto it tightly. in fact, he could feel you smiling as your head gently rested in the crook of his neck.

“where’d yer find it?” you mumbled into his neck.

“doesn’t matter.” he grinned. he slightly pulled his head back so he could look you in the eye. “just don’t tell my dad i went out the walls alone.” he chuckled.

“only if you promise to take me with you next time.” you bargained, looking up into carls eyes.

“promise.” he whispered, his hands slowly beginning to unwrap from around your waist only for his hands to stop as they reach your hips.

you could feel carl slowly inching closer to you. his breath gently hitting your lips. carl found himself focusing on the smaller details of your face. he had only been this close to you on a few occasions but never had the chance to admire the small scar that had always been on the bridge of your nose, the light freckles littered over your cheeks or even the way the ends of your hair would curl, especially on your outgrown fringe.

it was almost like you couldn’t control it, you were being pulled towards each other. just as carl went to lean in your bedroom door swung open. you both pulled away from each other as you realized daryl stood there frozen. you could feel your cheeks beginning to burn as you looked over at carl who’s stood there frozen, scared that any movement might piss him off.

“the hell is he doin’ in ‘ere?” daryl grunted.

“he was just droppin’ off a comic.” you smiled, almost unable to control your laughter. “he-uh he was just leaving.”

“didn’t ‘ear him come through the door.”

you smiled as you looked over to carl who was beginning to panic. “it’s no big deal.” you laughed, throwing the comic book onto your bed before beginning to walk towards your bedroom door. “dinners ready right?” you asked, looking up at daryl for confirmation.

“mm.” he nodded.

you briefly turned back to look at carl, flicking your head in the direction of the kitchen signaling for him to follow you. letting out a nervous laugh carl quickly jogged after you as you began to skip down the stairs, leaving daryl alone still standing by your bedroom door.

“jesus.” carl mumbled. “i thought he was gonna kill me.”

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pov: im in a weird carl grimes era

#ao3 #aot fanfiction #fan fic author #fan fiction #spotify #carl grimes #twd #the walking dead #twd carl #carl grimes x reader #fluff #rick grimes #twd season 5 #daryl dixon #twdcarl #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes season five #the walking dead x you #carl grimes x you

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partlystiles · 2 years

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I Will Not Kiss You - Daryl Dixon

part 2

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

summary: after years of mutual pining and a bit too much to drink, Y/N confesses her feelings to daryl dixon amidst a drunken conversation. he refuses to take advantage of her in such a state but in doing so puts a crack in her heart.

word count: 2,323

warning: alcohol consumption, swearing

i got this idea from when i heard the ‘cancer x as the world caves in’ and thought that the sadness of it and the ‘i will not kiss you’ creates a perfect setting for a broken-hearted imagine of refusal

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“Maybe you should slow down on the drinks, Y/N.”

Rick Grimes, ever the voice of reason, approached his long time friend on where she sat on the stairs of one of the many Alexandrian homes in the village. It was one of their first days where and the girl on the stairs had already gotten bored, there was a party thrown for her arrival and she planned to take advantage of every drink she could find.

And she did. It was obvious enough. If Rick had come to check on her then she was sure the news had gotten around of her state, she loved Rick like a brother but he knew she could handle herself. But he had no idea what she was like drunk so when it had gotten back to him that she had tried to initiate a fight with a teenager he had set out to find her.

“And what if I don’t, old man?” She slurred, tipping back another whiskey and Rick groaned as he sat beside her on the steps. He looked at her amusedly and raised his eyebrows.

“You know we’re basically the same age, right?” He laughed and she shrugged, going to drink out of her plastic cup that she had the whiskey in before realising that there was no more in it.

Y/N crushed the plastic in her hand and threw it behind her, it landed on one stair and then bounced back down to the one right behind her. Rick laughed again and looked at her, her dishevelled hair and he revelled at how clean she looked. How clean all of them looked, but for one night her hair wasn’t tied back.

“I deserve this.” She whispered and leaned in close to him. “It’s been years since I’ve had a drink, water isn’t enough.”

“Getting drunk and threatening a teenager is not good drunken behaviour.” Rick said and Y/N waved her hand, dismissing him before leaning back against the wall and hitting her head.

She pouted and put her hand to the back of her head with a small cry. Rick shook his head again and stood, pushing himself into a standing position before stretching a hand out to her. Out of instinct, Y/N took it but stumbled and swayed as soon as she was up on her feet.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” He caught her before she fell. “Maybe you should sit back down and get a water-”

“No, no, no, no.” She kept herself up, whining and squinting as she pushed on his arm to stop him from pushing her down. His southern laughter made her push him even more, mumbling denials over and over. “I need to- I need to go find Daryl.”

“Are you sure you wanna do that in this state?” He asked with another small laugh and Y/N nodded again, pushing his arms away from her and stumbling into the living room where everyone made way for her. “Grab a water on your way out, better sober up before you confess your love!”

“Go fuck Jesse.” Y/N stole another cup of whiskey from Glenn’s hand as she passed and for a moment he protested but she just raised her eyebrows at him as she walked past and downed it before passing empty cup to one of the Alexandrians.

“Where are you going like this, Y/N?” She ran into Michonne, who gave her a once-over.

“I’m going to fuck Dixon...hopefully, if it leads to that.”

Daryl Dixon was a rough man and he was violent and he was rude and Y/N liked the fuck out of him. She had fought it for so long, but her time with him had forced her to just admit that she had the tiniest bit of a crush on the archer that has saved her life more than enough times. She couldn’t stand the fact that the friendship she had towards him blossomed into something more, but they did.

And when the prison got overrun and she was forced out with Michonne, Daryl’s ability was all that reassured her that he would be okay. Michonne had actually been the one to make her realise how much she actually valued the man, despite the fact that she mistook them for husband and wife upon their first meetings.

That had been quite awkward, the two of them staring at each other with a loss for words before Daryl had cleared his throat and Y/N stuttered out a no. She was sure that everybody could probably tell she had a thing for Daryl, especially Rick who relentlessly teased her for it. Never providing her with a break.

Daryl probably knew too, but Drunk Y/N was about to make a fool of herself anyway.

The night was cold and it bit at her but she had left her jacket inside the house and couldn’t be bothered going back in to get it. Rick would probably throw it at her first thing the next morning. Or Deanne would return it. Y/N wasn’t a massive fan of this Deanne person but chalked it up to the fact that she had been pressured into some sort of interview.

“Where were you when the apocalypse started?”

“With my family.”

“Did they arrive with you to Alexandria?”

“No, they got massacred in the first week.”

All things like that. Stupid, irrelevant things in the past which did nothing but bring up bad memories for everyone. Y/N had reunited with Daryl straight after her interview and they had a good laugh about it. That’s right, laugh, one of the only reasons that people thought they’d make a good couple. Because Daryl Dixon laughs in Y/N L/N’s presence.

It was more like an exhaling through his nose thing but Y/N counted that as a laugh. It was crazy to think that after hating them for so long, she was falling for a redneck.

Literally.

“All hands on deck, L/N.” His accent rang in her ears and she looked around confusedly before she lay her eyes on the man on the motorcycle beside her. he was just sat there, the engine wasn’t even on. “You ain’t lookin so good.”

“Just the man I was looking for.” She gestured out to him like she was presenting him in front of an audience and he stood from his vehicle. He was wearing his sleeveless jacket and the muscles almost made her drool. “Why weren’t you partying?”

“Was eatin’ spaghetti.” He smirked as she bopped to invisible music, clearly supremely intoxicated before she stopped and frowned at him.

“I love spaghetti.” She pouted, stomach almost rumbling at the sound of it. And then as she stared at the man approaching her, muscles out and glistening in the moonlight, she craved some more whiskey. “And whiskey.”

“Is that why you’re swayin’?” He asked, standing right before her and she scowled good-naturedly up at him.

“I’m not.” Y/N claimed before she stumbled to her left, about to fall before a hand stopped her. A big, rough, calloused hand on her waist that steadied her as much as possible and she almost toppled over sideways at his simple touch. “Wow.”

“Be careful.”

“That was really hot.” Y/N said and for a moment he went stiff but she was too intoxicated to really care as she turned and looked up at him. They were very very close and he could smell the large amount of whiskey she had consumed, he could also see her big bright eyes very close up to his face.

And her lips. And he kept his eyes on her eyes in common decency. Then he raised his eyebrows, he should probably get her tucked in bed and asleep so she can sleep off the alcohol but she looked very amusing. Her eyes were narrowing at him as he kept her in place so she wouldn’t fall.

Daryl couldn’t deny that he felt attraction for the woman in front of him, ever since she had put him in a head lock when they first met and then proceeded to threaten him with a knife whilst she wore a tank top right in front of him that showed off way too much than it should have.

He tried his best not to look. But it soon became more than that and he found himself enthralled by her eyes, the way she spoke, when she laughed and he got angry at himself. Tough was how he defined himself and having his heart beat faster when in the presence of his friend was not tough.

And she looked so beautiful at night, with her hair washed, clean and fluffy. No dirt on her face, it was clean and radiant and she looked soft. He just wanted to caress her face with his hand but didn’t want to embellish it with dirt, didn’t want to ruin the perfection.

He felt like a 12-year-old boy.

“I’m really attracted to you.” She spoke softly, her breath on his face and once again he smelt the whiskey but he couldn’t really bring himself to care that much. Drunk, he reminded himself, she’s drunk. “And I want more whiskey.”

He did that exhalation thing, his hand squeezing her hip slightly and she leant into him more. It was torture for him, he thought, having to keep his desires in order because she was in this state. If she had confessed to him when she was sober then he would probably already have her lying on his bed, but now that she’s drunk he couldn’t.

The moment was hot, stuffy and they were so close and he could see a glisten of sweat on her forehead and he was sure there was more on him. He was dirty and kind of bloody from his day out with Aaron but Drunk Y/N wouldn’t care, hell, Sober Y/N wouldn’t have cared. She had tackled him in a hug without a moment’s hesitation after not seeing him in a while when he was covered in gallons of blood.

“Daryl.” She whispered and he snapped himself out of whatever trance he was in, she had been holding onto him for balance but now she was kind of balanced and raised one hand to the back of his neck and kept one on his muscles.

He fought to keep a shiver down as her fingers tickled the back of his neck. He needed some sort of interruption, someone to tear them away from each other because he knew he couldn’t leave this situation by himself.

“Yeah?” He whispered back, quietly, avoiding eye contact. But it was impossible, she was right in front of him. She smelled like his favourite thing, alcohol, and the whole doe-eyed look was extremely attractive.

With the hand that cupped his cheek, Y/N turned Daryl’s head to face her, to look down at her. And she smiled at him and then she started to pull him down and lean up, going in to kiss him. Completely sober, he would’ve let her, but she wasn’t. As much as he would give his life to touch her like that, he couldn’t take advantage of her. What kind of man would he be?

Her lips were getting closer and closer, puckered and wet from when she had swiped her tongue over them moments before. She was pulling him down, ready to plant one on him and he was so ready to receive it, ready to take her face into his hands and make out with her right there in the road.

Yet he didn’t.

When she was mere milliseconds away from connecting their lips, Daryl turned his head to the side and completely avoided it with his lips, but her mouth landed on his cheek. They were soft and they felt amazing. It wasn’t long until she pulled away from him and realised that he had dodged her.

She settled back on her feet after being on her tiptoes, he saw it from the corner of his eye. Slowly, she grasped his hands and took them off of her waist, taking a step backwards. This was when Daryl turned and looked at her only to see that she was looking at him first...confused.

“I ain’t gonna kiss ya.” He said and if there was a sight he never wished to see, it was Y/N’s face right before she started crying. It screwed up in defeat and at once he wanted to take her into his arms.

He tried to, he stepped forward with innocent intentions. But she backed away from him and in doing so, tripped over her own feet until she fell over and scraped her hand on the floor.

“Y/N-” Daryl stepped forward, bending down the slightest bit to try and help her up but the woman put a hand out and scrambled back as best she could from him before standing up on shaky legs. “Let me help ya.”

Y/N shook her head and backed away again before she turned and walked quickly back up to the house the party was in, wiping at the place under her eyes. Unfortunately, she didn’t get very far as the moment she reached the house, her stomach gave up on her and caused her to double over into the bushes.

The Alexandrians there yelled and gagged as she threw up but then Carl came running out and put a hand on her back as she continued to throw up, he called for help and then Maggie came out. Daryl stood there and felt useless.

And then he wasn’t standing there, he was mounting his motorcycle and riding it a pathetic couple of yards to his own house where he still felt useless. He even lay in bed and felt useless wondering how the hell he was going to make it up to a hungover Y/N L/N the next morning...if she even remembered it.

She definitely remembered it...then she threw up again.

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spectral-kitkat · 6 months

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My hot take on the ending of OFMD season 2:

Izzy’s death felt similar to Beth’s death on TWD

They both got character development and grew a lot from their first appearance. They both got closer to the other characters that surrounded them. They both risked their lives and safety for their found families. They both were killed off before they could reach their full potential.

(and both deaths fucking hurt me!)

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acecroft · 2 years

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Rick Grimes in THE WALKING DEAD 5.10

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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A Place to Stay?

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: Alexandria. A new chance for the group to finally settle down. The people there seem kind and everything looks safe - but is it a place to stay? You'd answer that question with a yes. Would Daryl?

Set in Season Five

Warnings: Uhh... bit of the usual TWD stuff... fluff... suggestive smut, if you squint

Word Count: 3k

a/n: So... This one has a lot dialogue in it, I'm sorry, but I'm still trying to get in line with the characters. Still testing out Daryl and the others. 🙈😊 I hope that fic is not too awful... 🙈 Also, I am still watching TWD. 🙈 Started to watch season six now, so please forgive me for any lack of knowledge. 🙈

Alexandria was a beautiful place to stay - without a doubt. The people seemed friendly, the system trustworthy and the safety guaranteed. Nevertheless, we were still cautious. Especially after all we've been through... Appearances were often deceptive – how we learned. Mostly in a painful way.

Deanna gave us the opportunity to stay in two of the countless fancy mansions, but Rick decided that we'd sleep all in one house together that night and not split up. Just in case. You never knew… I really hoped, that we could find a home here. I had nothing against being out there, on the road... But we all needed a break. We all deserved a break. To sleep not with one eye open at night for once. And oh, what would I give for a quiet night alone with Daryl, in which we wouldn't need look out for walkers – or other unwanted guests. Just the two of us and the love we were sharing. A dreamy sigh left my lips at that thought. The last time we had such a night was all those months ago in the prison. We had sneaked out one night after dinner and digged ourselves in one of the guard towers - only to get caught by Rick the next morning, but it was worth it. Even if it was a bit of an embarrassing situation... Rick swore to keep our secret - and he did. Then the prison fell, I got separated from Daryl, everything seemed to go down the drain - until I met him and the others again in Terminus, where we all got almost killed, but well. Was nothing new, eh? We survived - and now we were here. Hopefully for a longer time.

I was on the porch of our mansion, seated on the wooden stairs, as Rick stepped out of the door. My eyes widened when I saw him. "Woah! Who are you and what did you do to Rick?" I joked, referring to his now shaved beard, trimmed hair and clean look. The man just shook his head and smiled. "I dunno. I asked myself the same question, as I looked in that mirror." I giggled at his words, "But it fits you. Lookin' so much better now." and stood up. "Imma go for a shower now as well. Don't tell Daryl I said that." I said, winking. "Don't tell me wha'?" The man of the hour sauntered of course in that exact moment out of the door and towards us - a sceptical look on his face. "Nothin' important, Daryl. Y/N just said, I look better without the beard." Daryl looked immediately at me. "Is that so?" I rolled my eyes, but smiled. He could be so childishly jealous sometimes... "Mhm. Less like a stray dog and more like a puppy again." "Pfft." Huffed out Rick with a laugh. "Gee, thanks." I laughed too, before I turned to Daryl, side-hugging him. The former policeman took that as his cue to leave - what he did; disappearing inside the mansion again. "I am goin' for a shower now." I started, biting my lip, before I stood on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "Wanna join me?" I asked, placing a small kiss on his stubble covered cheek. "You could use a shower too, ya know." But Daryl shook his head. "Would be quite a bit suspicious, if we both jus' vanish upstairs in the bathroom, eh?" I shrugged my shoulders, giving him a smug smirk. "We could just sneak upstairs." Once again the man shook his head. "Nah, 'm fine." A pout spread over my lips, trying to convince Daryl to join me - but it didn't help. He didn't budge. "Fine..." I said, letting go of him again. "Then not. Your loss. I'm not the one, missin' out somethin'... You are, baby." With those words and a last kiss on his cheek, I left Daryl standing there, before he could even say something. I went back inside the mansion. "I am going for a shower, guys!" I called into the open living room, before I vanished upstairs.

As soon as the warm water jet of the showerhead beat down on my exposed body, joyous, breathless laughter left my lips. It's been so long since I lastly stood underneath a freaking shower. I let the water rain down on me, wetting my tousled Y/H/C hair and dirty skin of my body. I enjoyed every second of my shower. Although, I was still hoping Daryl would join me - what didn't happen in the end, but well... After I was finished and dry again, I slipped in fresh clothes, then went down again to join the others. It felt like heaven. I was clean, had something to eat and drink, a roof over my head and was united with all the different, crazy and loveable people who became my family through the world's downfall. But most importantly, I was safe and had Daryl by my side. What would I need more?

I sat down on the sofa, joining the others in their conversations for a while. Of course, I had noticed immediately, that Daryl was missing - yet again, but didn't think much about it. He was a big boy and could roam the streets alone. That was what he was most likely doing - or he was out, hunting. I was not worried in the slightest. Not here.

When the moon had replaced the sun and it had gotten dark and very late, the whole group laid spread out in the whole living room, sleeping on the floor on mattresses and/or blankets. I had settled in the top left corner, gaze directed on the passage to the hallway. Everybody around me was fast asleep; snores could be heard from a few. Abraham, for example. I tried to sleep, but couldn't. Daryl still wasn't back and so slowly I got worried for real. I already thought about going out and searching for him, but it was way too dark and probably too risky alone - despite that we were in Alexandria now. Walkers weren't the only thing you've got to fear these days... The minutes ticked by and I just stared at the wall of the hallway. Just before I was about to change my mind and really go out to look for him, I heard the soft squeak of the front door, followed by quiet footsteps. My hand reached for my dagger immediately, preparing myself to defend the group, in case it was not the man I hoped for. But when the intruder turned around the corner with a faint flashlight pinched between his lips, I could clearly see that it was, indeed, Daryl. A relieved breath left my lips. Not just because it wasn't a strange person... "Daryl!" I whisper-shouted, not to wake the others. "Over here!" His head turned towards me, before he tiptoed over to me, getting rid of his crossbow and vest on the way. He knelt down beside me, turning off the small flashlight, before he flopped on the empty space beside me. I couldn't help myself but to cuddle close to him. I pressed my back against his chest, entangled our legs, while Daryl wrapped a strong arm around me, pinning me against him. "Where have you been so long, baby?" I felt him shrugging his shoulders. "Jus' outside, huntin' a few squirrels." I huffed. "You could've told me, ya know. I got worried..." His lips ghosted over my exposed neck, leaving a gentle kiss there. He got much more affectionate through the months. "M sorry, Y/N. Gonna tell ya next time, promise." I nodded, pulling him closer. "Alright." We went silent for a moment, enjoying each other's company. "You know you need to move over soon, if we don't want the others to find out?" "Mhm, jus' another minute." The minute turned almost into an hour. I was on the verge of sleeping in, when I finally felt him move him away from me - much to my dismay, but well...

The next days flew by quickly. Some of us got a job from Deanna and started to accustomate a bit to the new environment we were in, others were still struggling. Daryl was one of them. I noticed how he isolated himself quite a bit. He was barely talking to us and the other people here. He spent the most of the day on the streets and outside the walls. I felt his struggle. It wasn't easy for him to get used to what we suddenly had… Deanna had thrown a welcome party for us, on which he also stayed away. After almost a week, I decided to talk with him; find out what exactly was on his mind.

I knew he was outside, so I asked the doorman to open the main gate for me - which he did, of course, letting me out. I checked on my daggers and strapped my gun on my cargo pants, before I went to search for him. Good thing he taught me how to track. But what he apparently didn't think of, was that I was also able to track him now as well…

I saw him walking through the thicket of the forest, crossbow in hands and a string with squirrels slung over his shoulder. How long had he been out here already? I quietly followed him further, giggling to myself at the little game I played - okay... Tried to play. "Ya ain't good at followin' people, Y/N." He suddenly said with his back still turned towards me, causing me to pout. How the hell did he notice? I didn't make a peep! With a grin on his lips he stopped and turned to face me. Well... The tree I was now 'hiding' behind. "I can see ya." "Ugh, that's not fair." I stated and left my 'hiding' place, crossing my arms over my chest. "Why are you so good at this, huh?" Daryl just shrugged his shoulders. "Cause I am." I huffed, but smiled. "At least I can track you and not have to follow you secretly." "Yeah and that's the moment I regret, teachin' ya... You shouldn't be out 'ere alone." I nodded into his direction. "You neither." The man rolled his eyes and scoffed. "I can look after myself." "And I cannot?" "Didn't say that. 'S jus'... I don't want ya out 'ere alone." I stepped closer to him with a smile, "Well, lucky for you, that I found ya." and placed a small kiss on his lips. "Now c'mon. There's space for a few more squirrels on that string."

After successfully hunting another few squirrels and getting rid of some walkers, we made our way back towards the safe walls of Alexandria - and that was the moment, where I decided to speak with him.

"Daryl, you okay?" He nodded. "Course. Why shouldn't I?" I took a deep breath. "Cause I can feel that you are not..." Daryl shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno what ya mean." "Oh yes, you know exactly what I mean. When are you finally going to learn, Mr. Dixon, that talking to me is better for yourself, than just pretending everything's alright? You can maybe fool the others... But you can't fool me." A defeated sigh left his lips. "Ya gonna be the death of me, woman." I had to giggle at his words. "Careful what ya wish for. I don't intend to lose you." He shook his head, "Ya won't lose me." and paused for a moment. "S jus'... I dunno... I am not the type to settle down in a fuckin' mansion. I feel... caged. Ya know wha' I mean? Gotta be rather out 'ere, than pretend everythin's fine in there. 'S not." I nodded, understood of course what he meant - and I certainly couldn't blame him. He never was the type of just sitting around. "I know what ya mean." "Yeah?" "Yeah... And I can understand it. Trappin' you inside a house, would be like trappin' a lion in a cage. Doesn't work. You gotta be out there. You're made for this. I know that..." I paused for a second. "Doesn't mean I like it, though." I added, voice barely above a whisper. Daryl suddenly stopped in his motions; his hand on mine held me back from walking on as well. I immediately turned to face him - and saw the love inside the depths of his brown eyes. "I know that ya don't like it. I know you'd like me to stay inside those damn walls... But-" "You can't." I gave him a soft smile and squeezed his hand. "We all have our jobs to do - and this one's yours." He nodded, swallowing, "Bout that... I wanted to talk with ya anyway..." before he gently dragged me with him. "Aaron gave me a bike." "A bike?" "Yeah." "But that's great! A bike is exactly the thing you need, isn't it?" I smiled, were truly happy for him. "And… he wants me to replace Eric. Asked me to go out with him, recruitin' new people." I breathed out a small laugh at his words. "Of course, Aaron would ask you. Who else? If someone can do that, it's you." "Really? Ya think tha'?" I nodded. "Yes. You are a tracker - a pretty good one at that. And you can see the difference between good and bad people." "Aaron said that, too." "See?" I giggled, "So... You ain't mad at me, if I'd go out with Aaron?" and shook my head immediately. "Nah." We both stopped, when we saw that the big walls of Alexandria came in sight. "If that is what you want, sure, baby. As long as you promise me to come back to me - in one piece and unharmed." Daryl scoffed. "Of course, Y/N. Told ya before... I'll always come back for ya - no matter where ya are." I smiled at the man in front of me and wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him close. "I love you, Daryl Dixon. Remember that." "How could I not, eh?" Daryl asked, brushing a strand of Y/H/C hair out of my face. "Ain't forgettin' my girl. Ya know I love ya, too." A smile played upon my lips, when stood on my tiptoes and kissed him, pouring all the love flowing through my veins in the kiss - and it didn't just stay at one kiss...

"When are you and Aaron leavin'?" I asked, panting and out of breath with kiss swollen lips. "As soon as possible. Guess in a few hours or so." What? In a few hours or so? My jaw dropped. "Already? And you're tellin' me now? Daryl!" "M sorry... Didn't know how to tell ya..." Typical. "You don't even stay another night? Damn... I was so lookin' forward to spend a night with ya in privacy." I said, pouting at him. "I know, Y/N... 'M sorry. As soon as I'm back, promise." I sighed, but smiled softly. "Alright. I think I can live with that." I kissed him once again, before I let slowly go of him. "Take care of ya, while I'm away, yeah?" "Of course. You too." Daryl nodded. "And if that lil' boy makes a move on ya, I'm goin' to beat his ass into the ground." I frowned at his words. "You mean Spencer?" "Yeah. Saw him lookin' yer way." I couldn't help but giggle. "Why take a boy, when I can have a man." I winked at Daryl and kissed him a last time, before I turned around to leave. "I'll head inside now, before I change my mind and try to convince you to stay." With those words, I walked to the gate and left Daryl behind.

I didn't say him goodbye that day before he left. I never did.

Now, I found myself once again sitting on the porch of the mansion, when I saw Maggie heading my way - with a stupid grin on her face. That meant nothing good... "Ugh, I know that smile. What is it?" Maggie sat down beside me, still grinning from ear to ear. "So... How long is this goin' on now?" An uneasy feeling started to spread throughout my body at her question. I hoped she didn't mean what I feared she mean… Could she...? Did she...? "How long is what goin' on?" Maggie shook her head. "Don't act innocent now, Y/N. I saw you 'n Daryl." I almost choked on her words. "You... What?! When?! How?!" She giggled. "And you just admit it." At her words, realisation dawned on me. I did. "Shit." Maggie giggled again. I liked that girl a lot. She became definitely one of my closest friends. "So?" "When did you see us?" "Few hours ago. I was on the guard tower, lookin' for Sasha, but she wasn't there. That's when I saw ya two - and it looked pretty obvious to me. I couldn't believe my eyes at first. I mean - no offence - but, Daryl and a woman?" I couldn't suppress the small laugh when I heard Maggie say that. "You rather mean Daryl and love." Her eyes widened. "So this is somethin' serious between ya two?" I nodded, smiling. There was no way to deny it any longer anyway, so why should I lie to Maggie? "Yeah, I'd definitely say so. There was always somethin' between us. Since the day we met. We somehow just got together then at some point. I think when we were on your farm." Maggie smile again. This time, it was a honest, happy smile. "Ohh, but that's wonderful. I'm happy for you 'n Daryl. You both deserve this." "Thank you." We smiled at each other. "But please don't tell the others." She nodded. "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me." Secret... It hardly wasn't a secret anymore, was it?

a/n: Should Daryl kick Spencer's ass in a second part? 🤔

#daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon #twd #twd season 5

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